#Cobra Kai imagines

[youhypemeup]

❝ you, me, us !

kwon jaesung x reader | cobra kai

synopsis, cute instagram moments of your relationship with jaesung.

warnings, fluff, possibly ooc jaesung

note, i got a little carried away lol. i couldn't find any pictures i needed of brandon so instead i used a bunch of faceless pictures of random boys. i was almost gonna write something with canon ending, but i figured it was too soon for that. jaesung is probably ooc, but honestly idc i needed some cute fluff after watching part two. thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

translation for picture 6 (i found it online so if it's wrong blame the internet), 말로 표현할 수 없을 만큼 사랑해요 - i love you more than words can express

eli moskowitz version ・ cobra kai masterlist

[kaivenom]

Going on a date with Miguel Díaz (latina!reader) HCS

Masterlist

Sensei Lawrence recomended him a good place to take you to a date.

The surprise was when you get there and was a restaurant themed like a cowboy/mexican western, you didn't know what to think.

Miguel only wanted to get on the floor and cry, he will never take sensei's advice again.

After all you decided to get in and order some food.

You tried to make Miguel understand that you aren't offended, that in fact was really funny the situation and they could take the oportunity to gossip and criticize the place.

And that's what you did when the food came, you started to laugh while saying all the things that were different on the food from how your parents do it.

The food was good, but the differences where notable.

Other thing about the place it's that you were the youngest among the costumers so you had many old couples passing by to the exit door and take the opportunity to greet you and tell you how cute you both are.

That made you both really flustered and a blushing mess.

When you finished the dinner and prepared yourselves to go out, music started to play on the background, apparently the place has dance nights.

You shared a look and decided to go to the dance floor.

Thru all the secuence of songs some bachata, salsa and merengue were played and you two loved It. Its difficult to dance that songs on the valley without your families being around.

Dancing close, feeling your bodies moving perfectly with the rythm, It was not on a sexual way but it was exciting.

Even the dj greeted you two between one song.

Officially the date was amazing, surprisingly perfect.

Even tough you acted most of the time like the old couples that were on the restaurant.

Miguel was a gentlemen, cute and funny, with an aura and energy that cautivated you all the night.

You went out of the restaurant when It was almost closing and went to the car.

There you kissed inocently on the dark of the parking lot, but soon enough the moment started to get heated up and you two decided to get to his house fast.

When you get there and saw thru the lights of the Windows that her mother and the sensei were awake, you two went to Jonny's apartament.

The next morning you two woke Up by the smell of fried bacon and a voice from the kitchen asking both how was the night and how he knew the restaurant would be a succed.

[shelbgrey]

Hot for teacher(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: fuck around and find out🤷

Warrings: SMUT, age gap(of age tho), has that mark Sloan and Lexi Grey 'teach me' vibes, unprotected sex, slight Dom!Johnny, sensei kink, fingerimg, cream pie?, wall sex, dirty talk, innuendos, not edited.

MasterList ML2

That night y/n ended up at his karate dojo, she didn't know why - or maybe she did, she wanted to see him more than anything. It was after hours, the dojo closed and classes were over for the day. The door wasn't locked yet.

“You know, you should really lock your doors after hours” y/n called out, walking in. She figured he was in his office. She walked deeper into the dojo, taking it in. It was so different, but you get that growing up and training with miyagi. As she walked past the weapons display, curiously picking up a bo staff.

Johnny wasn't sure if there was even someone in the dojo or if it was his imagination. That was until he heard a familiar voice call him. He peeked out of his office, and spotted the tiny curvy brunette holding his bow staff and walking around like she owned the place. Damn. She's cute he thought before snapping out of it and making his way over to her.

“What are you doing here, y/n?”

She ignored his question Seriously, Of course she ignored his question. Typical. Y/n twirled the staff between her fingers, she learned to use one way back when her and Daniel were being taught by Terry Silver. “some psychopath could just walts in and rob you blind, maybe even kick your ass” she smirked, twirling the staff between her fingers skillfully.

Johnny tried to keep from watching her hands gracefully flipping the staff, reminding himself that it was totally not a turn on. Totally. Johnny leaned against the wall of the dojo and crossed his muscular arms against his chest, one eyebrow raised as he watched her with amused interest.

He had to admit. She was handling the staff like a seasoned pro. Which was unexpected. He couldn't help but watch her, there was something so captivating about this tiny, curvy little thing confidently and effortlessly handling the staff like it weighed nothing. Johnny's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail. ‘Damn’ he thought to himself. ‘Snap out of it. She's off limits to you’

Y/n lifted the staff, resting it on her shoulder. She shamelessly checked him out, he was still wearing that damn black gi. It wasn't fair how hot he looked in it, the best part was how it showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

Damnit.

Johnny caught her checking him out, and a smirk formed on his face. It made him want to tease her a little. He shifted his weight, leaning even further against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “I can feel you staring, princess” He said in a low, teasing voice, his smirk only growing wider.

“Can you blame me”

Johnny's smirk turned into a cocky grin at her response. He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to her, closing the distance between them. “I suppose I can't,” he admitted, his gaze roaming over her body again. He tried to keep his eyes off her curves, but he couldn't help it. “But I'd love to hear you say why”

“Just checking you out, sensei” the way she said sensei was almost seductive - no it just plain was. But it was also in a submissive way that was fake and condescending. Y/n circled him, bo staff at her side and trailing behind her. “I've been meaning to broaden my horizon in my karate skills”

Damnit. Why'd she have to say it like that? It made something stir inside him, something he was desperately trying to ignore. Johnny's gaze darkened as he followed her circling him. He watched her as she moved, his eyes lingering on her curves and the way her clothing hugged her figure.

“Broadening your horizon, huh?” He said, his voice lowering. “And what exactly are you hoping to learn, princess?”

“Anything you want to teach me, sensei. I'm a fast learner” y/n smirked.

Johnny chuckled at her smirk, his gaze still roaming her body. “Anything I want, hmm?”

He moved closer to her, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her, towering over her. He reached out and lightly traced the edge of her jaw with one finger, his touch gentle but possessive.

She looked him in the eyes, lust filling hers. “teach me”

The lust in her eyes only made the desire within him burn hotter. He let his hand trail down her neck, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before coming to rest on her hip. He pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. “You want me to teach you?” He said, his voice low and gruff. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

“Karate, that is” y/n smirked, gently pushing him back with the bo staff, Johnny let out a low growl. She did this all just to tease him, just to see what buttons to push.

He immediately caught the teasing tone in her voice and rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You're a little tease, you know that, Princess?”

Johnny lunged forward, grabbing the staff and using it to pull her closer, his other hand wrapping around her slim waist, her body pressed against him now. Y/n placed her hand on his chest, keeping her grip on the bo staff with the other hand. “maybe I just hunger for knowledge, you can never know too much”

Johnny's chest was firm and toned beneath her hand, and he had to fight back the urge to move his hand from her waist to cup her ass. “Oh, I think you know plenty” Johnny's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, a smirk still on his face.

“Defense karate is fun in all and I've dabbled in taekwondo. But maybe I want to learn more,” she paused. “So, teach me”

Johnny felt his dick throb in his pants as she spoke, the implication clear. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to say yes, to teach her everything he knew in the bedroom - about karate. His grip on her hip tightened slightly as his hand gently squeezed her hip. “You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?”

Johnny tilted his head, studying her for a moment before nodding. “Fine, I'll teach you. But first, you're gonna have to give me the staff”

Y/n stepped back, pointing at him with the staff. “Come and get it”

Johnny's eyes darkened at her challenge and he grinned. He lunged forward, moving with surprising speed and agility for a man his size. He quickly closed the distance between them, attempting to grab the staff from her. Y/n pulled it back, blocking him away with the staff.

Johnny's smirk widened as he realized that she was going to make this a challenge. He continued to push forward, trying to get close enough to grab the staff. But she was quick, parrying and blocking his every move with surprising skill and grace. “You're good, Princess, I'll give you that”

Johnny said, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and desire as they continued their little game. “You're using offense against someone who has years of defense,” y/n smirked, holding the staff behind her back. “maybe it's you who needs the teaching, sensei”

Johnny scoffed, his smirk turning into a cocky grin. He was enjoying this little game of theirs way too much. “Oh, You think you have me all figured out?” Johnny lunged forward once again, but this time he attempted to feint going for the staff in her back, and instead lunged for her waist. He spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He had one hand on her hip, the other grabbing the staff from her hand and throwing it away. He pressed her against the wall with his body, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion of their little game.

“You were saying something about me needing the teaching, Doll?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she paused, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Johnny smirked, noticing the effect he was having on her. His body was pressed against hers, pinning her against the wall. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his gaze intense and desire evident in his eyes. “I've got you cornered now, princess. Any more bratty little comebacks?”

“No, sensei”

Johnny's smirk widened at her response. He could feel her body pressed against his and it was taking all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss her. He let his hand slide up her side, his thumb lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of her hip. “Now that's what I like to hear. A little obedience goes a long way”

His mind was racing with ideas of all the things he could do to her, but he knew he had to keep his composure. He couldn't let himself lose control. Not yet. “So, Princess, are you ready to learn now? Or are you still going to give me any sass?”

“I can learn”

“Good girl,” Johnny smirked at her words and he nodded. He slowly pulled away from her, stepping back and giving her some space. He picked up the staff and turned to face her, his expression serious now. “See, a little obedience is not hard at all, is it princess?”

“No, sensei” she whispered.

The way she called him 'sensei' again nearly made him groan. Fuck, she was perfect. He held the staff out and slipped it behind her, pressing it to her lower back. He pulled her closer with it. Y/n pressed her hands to his chest, sliping one in the opening of his gi. Her finger brushed against his skin.

Johnny sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed his chest. His abdominal muscles tightened and he had to fight back a moan. He watched as her fingers toyed with the opening of his gi, slowly inching lower. “Johnny” she said softly.

Johnny swallowed hard as her fingers dipped lower, brushing against his abs. The way she whispered his name sent a jolt straight to his dick. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, halting her teasing motions and she looked back up at him. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he looked down at her. He could feel his self-control slipping, his body aching to pull her into his arms and forget about the training entirely. He squeezed her wrist gently, warning her to stop. “Baby”

“Yes, sensei?”

Johnny's grip on her wrist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. He was torn between scolding her for being so distracting and pulling her into a kiss. “You're making it very hard to teach you right now”

“I think we both know this isn't about teaching”

His smirk returned at her bold statement. He pulled the staff away from her back slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're not wrong,” He watched as her hands slid up his chest again, slowly driving him crazy. “y/n” He warned softly.

She gripped the front of his gi. “I always thought you looked so fucking good in this thing”

His eyes widened slightly at her sudden profanity, a spark of excitement in his gaze. He could feel his dick getting harder by the second as she gripped his gi. He swallowed hard, unable resist any longer. With a low groan, he dropped the staff and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips crashed against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. He kissed her like he was starving for it, his tongue immediately seeking entrance.

Y/n moaned desperately against his lips, her tongue tangling with his as her hands went to his hair. Johnny's hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing as he deepened the kiss. He ground his hardening cock against her, not caring anymore if she could feel how much she was affecting him. One hand left her ass to fist in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her more thoroughly. Y/n gasped, arching her hips against him out of instinct. She moaned feeling his erection press against her core.

He growled against her lips, the sound rumbling through his chest. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. He knew he was leaving marks, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to see that she was his. “J-Johnny” she moaned softly.

Johnny's mind finally snapped. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the training room wall. He pressed her back against it, caging her in with his arms as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck. Y/n’s skin got hotter, like fire. She arched her back off the wall, rutting against the erection that was pressing against his black pants. She pulled his black headband off his forehead, making his blond locks messier.

Fuck. The combination of her arching against him and removing his headband completely undid him. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall as he ground his hips against hers. “You should stop before I -”

Y/n gasped, her heart pounding as she stared into his blue eyes. “before you what?”

His breath hitched, chest rising and falling quickly. His usually controlled voice came out gravelly and thick. “Before I fuck you against this wall without any fucks to give about who might walk in” He thrust against her again for emphasis, making sure she could feel every inch of his hard cock.

“Maybe I don't have any fucks to give either,” her wrists twisted in his grip, desperate to touch him. “and no one is gonna walk in, unless you a few ghosts around here” y/n said softly, soaking through her panties just from even the slightest movement against her.

A pained groan left Johnny's lips as she spoke her desires aloud. He'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted her at that moment. He brought his face down to rest in the crook of her neck, inhaling her name like a prayer. His grip on her wrists tightened, and he let out a shaky breath. “You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?” He ground against her again, feeling the heat and moisture through her clothes.

“Y-yes,” y/n's breath hitched, the clothes blocking them from each other made sexual frustration increase. “yes, sensei”

Johnny let out a strangled groan at her admission, his self-control crumbling by the second. With a swift movement, he released her wrists and grabbed the hem of her tank top, yanking it upwards impatiently. Once it was on the floor in a wrinkle mess, y/n took her opportunity to yanked the top of his gi the rest of the way open and pushed it off his shoulders. He let out a hiss as his gi fell to the floor, leaving him bare-chested. His abs clenched as she touched him, her small hands exploring his muscles. “Fuck”

Y/n leaned in and kissed just below his jaw then traveled south. Her hands gripped his shoulders. God, he was perfect. Her hands traveled down his shoulders and over his biceps. Y/n shuddered softly, brushing her fingers down his torso as her core throbbing against his erection.

His abs tightened with each touch, each kiss she placed on his body. He could feel her thighs squeezing his waist, her core rubbing against his dick. He growled softly, watching as her small hands mapped out his body like she was trying to memorize it. “Jesus”

His hands roamed up her sides, his fingers splaying out on her ribcage possessively. He looked down at her as she touched him, his blue eyes darkening with each passing second. He needed more. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. Their eyes met and she quickly nodded, giving him the green light to undress her the rest of the way. With a sharp tug, Johnny ripped her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her slick folds. He groaned lowly at the sight, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. His fingers trailed teasingly along her inner thigh, brushing achingly close to her dripping center.

“J-Johnny” she stuttered.

He looked up at her with hooded eyes, a smirk playing at his lips as he enjoyed the way she trembled under his touch. “What do you want, hmm?” His fingers continued their maddening trail up her thigh. “Want me to touch your perfect little pussy?”

“Y-yes” y/n shuddered desperately, her head tilting back against the wall and squeezing his biceps to ground herself.

His smirk turned dangerous. He loved watching her like this - needy, breathless, practically begging for his touch. He paused, his first two fingers barely touching you, his voice dropped. “‘yes’ what?”

“Y-yes, sensei” she whimpered desperately.

His smirk widened wolfishly. “You want my fingers inside you?” He dragged his fingers through her folds softly, teasingly. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, his voice dropped lower, almost unrecognizable. “Answer me”

“Yes, sensei,” y/n shuddered, rutting her hips against his hand. “p-please”

With a low growl of approval, Johnny thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Y/n gasped, gripping his biceps and pressed her back against the wall for Leverage. He began to pump them in and out slowly, his thumb circling her clit in tight circles. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, keeping her in place.

“Oh, shit” she shuddered, staring into his blue eyes.

Johnny's pupils dilated as he watched her response, a shudder of pleasure running through him at her helpless gasps and moans. He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, angling them to stroke her inner walls just right. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, determined to drive her wild.

“J-Johnny!”

His name on her lips sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. He could feel her inner walls clenching around his fingers, her body responding beautifully to his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “That's it, baby. Let go for me”

Breathlessly moans left her lips uncontrollably. Johnny could feel her tightening around his fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She was close, and fuck if that didn't make him harder. He pressed his thumb down firmly on her clit as his fingers curled up sharply inside her. “Come on my fingers”

Y/n gasped, the knot in her stomach snapping. He groaned deeply, feeling her orgasm pulse around his fingers. He continued to move them slowly inside her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. His thumb gently rubbed her clit, coaxing more moans from her lips. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. His name left her lips in that broken, satisfied whisper, destroying any remaining self-control he had. His voice came out thick and heated. “Fuck, you're beautiful when you come apart like that” He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.

Y/n shuddered, her heart pounding as she caught her breath. He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked the last of her juices from his fingers. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. But he wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment. “You taste so fucking sweet”

“I need you” she mumbled.

Johnny smirked at her desperate plea. He quickly pushed his pants down just enough to free his hard length. He lifted one of her legs up against his hip, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. “Is this what you need, baby?”

Y/n whimpered desperately. “p-please”

Johnny couldn't take it anymore. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling her wetness coat him. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Y/n's head fell back in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as they both moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck” He groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Johnny hissed sharply from the pleasurable sting of her nails, his hips jerking involuntarily as he sank even deeper. He could feel every tight, wet inch of her surrounding him, clinging to him. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he fought for control.

Y/n tugged at his hair, raising her hips and wrapping her other leg around his waist, making Johnny's eyes rolled back as he sank deeper. He started moving his hips, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. The position had him hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, making her cry out and claw at his back.

“Oh, shit,” y/n cried out. “right there”

Johnny's lips curled into a smug smirk against her neck as he felt her tighten around him, hitting that spot perfectly with each thrust. He knew exactly where to hit to make her fall apart. He wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them up and spreading her wider. "Right here, baby?”

“Yes!”

Johnny's pace became relentless, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision as he pounded into her, over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixed with their loud moans and cries. “Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl”

“Yes, sensei” y/n whimpered, her head falling forward against his shoulder. Her moans muffled as she bit down on his skin, making Johnny groan. The sensation of her teeth on his skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

He loved how she submitted to him, how she took every inch of him without hesitation. “Fucking hell” he grunted, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious.

“I'm close” y/n shuddered, her breathing getting heavier.

Johnny could feel her body tensing around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as she approached her climax. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot even more intensely with each thrust. “Come on, baby.”

Y/n reached the edge unexpectedly, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tighten around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, Johnny watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the wall. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.

Johnny's eyes never left hers as she completely unraveled. He could feel her entire body convulsing around him, her pussy contracting so tightly it was like a vice around his throbbing length. “Fuck, Johnny” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly.

He wrapped his arms around her legs again, pulling them even higher and wider as he continued to pound into her convulsing body. He was chasing his own release. “Look at me”

Y/n gulped, staring into his blue eyes, he pupils blown. Johnny stared intensely into her dazed eyes, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing violently inside her, but he held back, focused solely on bringing her to the peak again. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you come undone like this,”

Y/n buryed her face into his neck, muffling her moans. He felt her body shudder violently against him, her muffled moans vibrating against his neck as she came undone for the second time. It was too much. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, animalistic groan, Johnny finally let go, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted inside her. His hips jerked forward uncontrollably, emptying himself in powerful spurts. He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her flush against him as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him.

“F-fuck!”

He buried his face into her neck, his breathing hot and heavy as he rode out the aftershocks of his release. He could feel her trembling beneath him, still sensitive and shuddering from her own release. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Slowly pulling back to look at her face, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. He was still inside her, not ready to break their connection yet. One hand gently cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her swollen lips. “Jesus Christ”

Y/n shuddered softly, catching her breath as Johnny studied her face, taking in the flushed skin, the glassy eyes, the swollen lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her mouth. It was a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. This one was filled with affection and reverence.

“Thanks for the lesson, sensei” y/n joked softly, smirking lazily as carded her fingers through his messy hair.

He chuckled softly against her lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The pleasure was all mine, actually” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips before slowly pulling out, making them both gasp at the sensitive contact.

Johnny groaned softly, the slick friction sending little sparks of pleasure through his oversensitive cock. He set her gently down on shaky legs, keeping one arm securely around her waist. “Easy there,” he murmured, grinning at her unsteady stance.

“I'm good”

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his gaze roaming over her flushed skin and swollen lips. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took in her disheveled appearance. “You look thoroughly fucked” he said approvingly.

“I feel thoroughly fucked”

Johnny laughs softly, catching her face in his hands “And you loved every fucking minute of it, didn't you?” His thumbs traced her swollen lower lip “Those pretty legs are probably going to feel this tomorrow.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Totally worth it” she smiled lazily.

He smiled softly, his heart skipping a beat at her words. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “You're amazing,” he laughs softly “Fucking amazing”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. He felt content and surprisingly gentle towards her, a side of him he hadn't shown anyone in a long time. “Come on,” he murmured.

“Come on, what?” she asked softly.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes soft and warm “Let's get cleaned up and order some food. I'm fucking starving,” He grinned, giving her a playful smack on the ass. “And then maybe we can do this again, hmm?”

“definitely do this again”

He laughed, the sound rich and deep as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. “definitely” He felt a sense of ease and comfort with her that he hadn't experienced with anyone else. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment. He had found something special with her, something he hadn't even known he was missing.

[brookediamonds]

Hii do you think I can get a smut of Axel where he's being possessive because he saw the reader talking to another guy and can it have a daddy kink

R U Mine? | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: There's a new guy joining Cobra Kai, and he makes the mistake of flirting with you. Your boyfriend takes matters into his own hands when the newbie doesn't get the message.

Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: 18+, Toxic!Axel, spanking, p in v, reader is on bc, wrap it before you tap it, cream pie, car sex, minors dni

gif is not mine

The scent of sweat and liniment filled the dojo, the sharp echo of gi fabric snapping in the air as strikes landed. 

You were focused, in the zone, wiping your brow and catching your breath between drills. 

That’s when he walked in. The new guy.

He was tall. Confident. A little too smooth for someone new.

Sensei introduced him quickly, and he gave a polite bow. 

But instead of scanning the room or sizing up the group like most newcomers did… his eyes went straight to you.

Axel noticed.

He always noticed when it came to you.

The guy approached you during water break, flashing an easy smile. "Hey, mind showing me some basics? You looked sharp out there."

You take a small step back, a tight smile pulling at your lips as your eyes dart instinctively toward Axel across the room.

He's watching, his blue eyes narrowed, jaw tense beneath his tight lipped expression.

"Thanks, but..." You force a light laugh, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear. "Sting Ray over there is actually our assistant instructor. He'd be much better at showing you the ropes."

The new guy—Jason, you think Sensei said—follows your gaze to where Sting Ray stands, but then his attention slides back to you like a physical touch. "I'd rather learn from you. Something about your form..."

The air in the dojo suddenly feels thinner. From your peripheral vision, you can see Axel moving closer, his tall frame cutting through the space with deliberate steps.

"Really, I'm flattered, but I'm not really the teaching type," you finish lamely, but the words have barely left your mouth when Sensei Lawrence’s voice cuts through the dojo like a knife.

"Everyone, pair up! We're doing three-minute sparring rounds."

Sensei's eyes scan the room, landing on you and Jason with an approving nod. 

"Perfect. New blood against one of our veterans. You two," he points decisively. "Front and center."

Your stomach drops as Jason's smile widens. He rolls his shoulders back, confidence radiating from every pore as he steps onto the mat. 

You follow reluctantly, feeling the weight of Axel's stare burning into your back.

"Give it your all," Sensei instructs, his voice carrying across the hushed dojo. "Begin when ready."

Jason takes his stance, surprisingly polished for a newcomer. You mirror him, feeling Axel's gaze like a physical weight against your skin. 

You risk a glance in his direction and immediately wish you hadn't. His eyes are cold fire, jaw working beneath taut skin.

He's standing across from you, arms crossed behind his back as he stood in line between Hawk and Miguel.

The controlled fury simmering beneath that composed exterior of his makes your stomach tighten with both dread and anticipation.

Jason lunges forward with surprising speed. You barely deflect his strike, your attention split between your opponent and the man watching from the sidelines.

"Focus," Jason teases, mistaking your distraction for inexperience. "I thought you were supposed to be good."

The comment stings your pride enough to pull your attention back to the match. You center yourself, letting muscle memory take over as you counter his next attack with a clean combination.

You exchange a few more strikes, finding your rhythm despite Jason's cocky remarks. 

His technique is good but yours is better.

When the timer buzzes, you step back, breathing hard but satisfied with your performance.

"Not bad," Jason says, his eyes lingering too long on the rise and fall of your chest. "Maybe we could practice together sometime. Outside of class."

Before you can respond, Sensei's voice cuts through the dojo again. "Next pairs!"

He scans the room, his gaze settling on Axel, who's already stepping forward with predatory grace.

"Axel, let's see what our newcomer can do against someone more... experienced. Jason, center mat."

The smile freezes on Jason's face as Axel moves toward him. The temperature in the room seems to drop several degrees. You retreat to the edge of the mat, standing alongside Sam and Tory. 

Axel’s eyes remain locked on Jason, who shifts his weight uncertainly, sensing the change in atmosphere. The air between them crackles with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"Begin," Sensei calls.

Jason barely has time to set his stance before Axel moves. The attack comes with such fluid precision that even Sensei's eyebrows rise slightly. 

One moment Jason is standing, the next he's sprawled on the mat, the wind knocked from his lungs.

"Get up," Axel says, voice low but carrying across the silent dojo.

Jason rises, shaking his head, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks. 

He tries a different approach, feinting left before striking right, but Axel reads him like an open book. A sweep, a twist, and Jason is down again, harder this time. 

The third time Jason rises, determination hardens his features. He launches into a flurry of strikes, each one technically sound but somehow predictable to Axel, who deflects them with insulting ease. 

It's like watching a cat toy with its prey, Axel isn't even breathing hard while Jason's face glistens with sweat.

"Had enough?" Axel asks, his voice deceptively soft.

Jason answers with a desperate lunge. Axel sidesteps, catches his extended arm, and in one fluid motion flips him onto his back with such force that the entire dojo seems to vibrate.

Jason lies there, gasping, the fight visibly draining from his body.

Sensei clears his throat. "I think that's enough for today. Class dismissed."

The class disperses in tense silence. Students gather their belongings as sensei Lawrence goes into his office, whispering among themselves as they cast furtive glances at the three of you.

Jason remains on the mat, pride visibly shattered as he struggles to his feet. His eyes find yours across the room, a silent plea for sympathy that makes your skin crawl.

Axel's gaze follows Jason's. In three long strides, he crosses to where you stand, ignoring the other students around. 

he moves towards you fluidly, dangerously, with the intention of claiming territory.

Without a word, he slides one hand around the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your tied up hair. His other hand grips your hip, pulling you against the solid wall of his chest. 

His mouth captures yours in a kiss that's nothing short of possession—deep, demanding, unapologetic.

His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you back just enough to break the kiss. 

His eyes are locked with yours. The message is unmistakable: Mine. He releases you abruptly, turning away to gather yours, and his items.

With practiced efficiency, he snatches your water bottle and gym bag from the bench, then grabs his own duffel in one fluid motion. 

His hand finds the small of your back, pressing firmly as he guides you toward the exit.

You can feel the weight of some students stare, specifically, Jason's, his wounded pride turning to humiliation.

But Axel moves as if no one else exists, his palm hot through the thin fabric of your gi as he shepherds you through the door.

The cool evening air hits your flushed face as the dojo door swings shut behind you. Your boyfriend's pace is relentless, as he guides you across the parking lot. 

Your heart hammers against your ribs, each breath shallow and quick. You should be angry at this display, but the truth burns through you like wildfire... you're not. 

Your body betrays your indignation with every rapid heartbeat, every shallow breath, every pulse of heat between your thighs.

His hand slides from your back to grip your wrist as he leads you to his sleek black camaro. The pressure of his fingers against your pulse point sends shivers up your arm. 

You know he can feel your racing heartbeat, the physical evidence of what his dominance does to you.

"In," he commands, opening the passenger door. His voice is controlled but barely, a tightly coiled spring threatening to snap.

You slide into the leather seat without protest, watching as he rounds the hood with predatory grace. 

When he slips behind the wheel, the car feels impossibly small, his presence filling every inch of available space.

He doesn't start the engine. Instead, he turns to you, one hand gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, the other reaching across to grasp your chin.

"You liked his attention," he says, voice low and threaded with steel. Not a question, an accusation.

"I didn't—" you start, but his fingers tighten slightly, cutting off your protest.

His eyes flick over your face, searching, memorizing. "Don't lie to me." 

The engine roars to life under his touch. He pulls out of the dojo parking lot with a screech of tires, his movements sharp and precise like his fighting.

The speedometer climbs as streetlights blur past the windows. You grip the door handle, watching his profile cut against the gathering darkness.

He doesn't speak. The silence fills the car like smoke, making it hard to breathe. His jaw works beneath taut skin, the muscle there flexing with frustration. 

His knuckles are white against the black steering wheel as the car accelerates down the empty road.

The tension between you is unbearable. Something primal inside you needs to break it, to soothe the beast you've awakened. 

You unbuckle your seatbelt with trembling fingers, leaning across the center console.

"What are you doing?" His voice is razor-sharp, but he doesn't push you away.

You lean in, pressing your lips against his flexed jawline. The scent of him fills your lungs as you trail kisses along the tense line of his jaw, up to the sensitive spot beneath his ear.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," you whisper, your lips brushing against his skin. "I only want you. Only ever you."

His breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. The car swerves sharply, tires squealing against asphalt as Axel yanks the wheel to the right. 

You grab the dashboard to steady yourself as he pulls into a desolate parking lot, the Camaro's headlights illuminating the skeletal remains of what must have once been a factory or warehouse. 

He cuts the engine, plunging you into darkness broken only by distant streetlights. The silence is deafening.

"Back seat. Now." His voice is barely above a whisper, but it might as well be thunder for the way it makes your body respond.

Without a word, you scramble between the front seats, the confined space forcing your body to brush against his as you maneuver into the back. 

The leather creaks beneath you, cool against your heated skin through the thin fabric of your gi. Your heart hammers against your ribs, anticipation coiling tight in your belly.

Axel follows with predatory grace, his larger frame moving with surprising fluidity as he climbs after you. 

The car feels smaller now, the back seat a cage of shadows and tension. His body cages yours against the seat, one knee pressed between your thighs, hands planted on either side of your head.

"You think a simple 'sorry' fixes this?" His voice is dangerously soft, breath hot against your cheek. 

In the dim light filtering through the windows, his eyes are midnight blue, pupils dilated with something dominant. "You let him look at you. Touch you."

"He didn't touch me," you protest weakly, even as heat floods your core at the possessive fury radiating from him.

One large hand slides up to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. A reminder of his strength, his control. His thumb traces your racing pulse.

"I think you've forgotten something important," he murmurs, his lips a breath away from yours. "I think you need to be reminded exactly who you belong to. Who your daddy is."

The word sends electricity down your spine, pooling like liquid fire between your thighs. 

Your breath catches as his other hand tugs at the belt of your gi, the fabric parting beneath his impatient fingers.

"Tell me," he demands, voice dropping an octave lower. "Who makes you feel like this?" 

His hand slips beneath your sports bra, calloused fingers finding your nipple.

He pinches, hard, and you gasp as he swallows the sound with his mouth. His teeth catch your lower lip, tugging with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain down your spine.

"Answer me," he growls against your mouth.

"You," you breathe. "Only you, Daddy."

Something dark and satisfied flashes in his eyes.

"Then why," he murmurs, "does everyone need to be reminded?"

His mouth descends to your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse point before he sucks hard against the sensitive skin.

The sharp sting makes you cry out, back arching involuntarily as heat floods your core.

He doesn't relent, working the spot until you're squirming beneath him, knowing he's leaving a mark that will be impossible to hide tomorrow.

"You're mine," he whispers against your damp skin before moving lower, leaving a constellation of bruises down your throat, across your collarbone.

"Yes," you gasp, fingers clutching at his shoulders, his hair, anything to anchor yourself against the tide of sensation. "I'm yours, Daddy. Always yours."

His eyes flash with dark satisfaction as he captures your mouth again, tongue demanding entrance. You yield instantly, letting him claim you completely.

Without warning, his hands grip your hips with bruising force. In one fluid motion, he flips you over, manhandling your body until you're facing the seat back, knees pressed into the leather. 

Your gi falls open further, exposing your back to the cool air of the car.

His palm lands between your shoulder blades, pressing you down until your cheek is against the leather, ass raised high. 

The position leaves you vulnerable, exposed, completely at his mercy. Your breathing comes in shallow pants, anticipation coiling tight in your belly.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice is rough with desire as he admires the curve of your spine, the way your body submits to him so perfectly. "Waiting for your punishment like a good girl." 

You feel his hand caress the swell of your ass through the thin cotton of your gi pants, his touch deceptively gentle. His warmth disappears for a moment, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he pushes your pants down to expose your skin to the cool air.

"Who do you belong to?" he demands, his palm resting possessively on your bare flesh.

"You, Daddy," you whisper, voice trembling with anticipation.

"Louder."

"You, Daddy!" 

The first strike comes without warning, a sharp crack that echoes in the confined space of the car. The sting blooms across your skin, pain transforming instantly into pleasure that radiates outward. 

A moan tears from your throat, raw and unfiltered.

"That's it," he growls, his palm connecting again, harder this time. "Let me hear how much you love being put in your place."

Your fingers claw at the leather seat as another slap lands, then another. Each impact sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain coursing through your body. 

Your moans grow louder, more desperate with each strike. The heat between your thighs intensifies, your body dripping with arousal, each strike pushing you closer to the edge.

"Please," you gasp, voice breaking as another blow lands on your reddened skin. "Please, Daddy."

His hand stills, resting hot against your burning flesh. 

"Please what?" His voice is dark velvet, wrapping around you like a physical touch. "Use your words, baby. Tell Daddy exactly what you need."

You turn your head, catching his gaze over your shoulder. His eyes burn into yours, pupils blown wide with desire, a flush high on his cheekbones. 

The sight of him so controlled yet so close to breaking, makes something submissively unfurl within you.

"Make me yours," you whisper, then louder, more desperate: "Please, Daddy, I need you inside me. Need you to claim me. Make me yours completely."

A growl rumbles from deep in his chest as he leans forward, his body caging yours completely. His fingers hook into the waistband of your underwear, dragging the fabric down your thighs in one swift motion.

You feel the cool air against your exposed skin, your body trembling with anticipation. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you as Axel shoves his own underwear down, the sound of elastic snapping against his thighs.

His hard length presses against you, hot and insistent, sliding through your wetness.

"Is this what you want?" he growls, his voice barely human. "To be claimed? To be reminded who you belong to?"

"Yes," you gasp, pressing back against him, desperate for more. "Please, Daddy."

He grips your hips with bruising force, driving his thick length into you in a single, merciless thrust. 

The air leaves your lungs in a startled cry that echoes through the car's interior. There's no gentle easing, no careful adjustment.

Just the delicious burn of being filled completely, suddenly, overwhelmingly.

"This what you needed?" he snarls against your ear, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. "This what you were thinking about while that asshole was trying to touch you?"

Your answer dissolves into a broken moan as he sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving you forward against the leather seat. 

The car rocks with the force of his movements, windows beginning to fog with your combined heat and desperate breaths.

His fingers dig into your hips, angling you perfectly to hit that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the car, punctuated by your desperate moans and his guttural growls.

One hand leaves your hip, sliding up your spine to tangle in your hair, still up from practice.

His fingers twist in the strands, tightening until your scalp tingles with exquisite pain. With a sharp tug, he pulls your head back, forcing your spine into a deep arch.

"Ugh, yes," you gasp, the words barely coherent as pleasure spirals through you. 

The painful tension against your scalp sends shockwaves down your nerve endings, amplifying every sensation. Your eyes flutter closed as he pulls harder, using your hair like reins to control your movements.

"You love this, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with possession. "Love when I remind you who you belong to."

Another sharp tug has you crying out, the sound sending ripples of electric pleasure down your spine. "You love being my little slut."

"Yes," you admit, the confession torn from your throat. "Yes, Daddy, I love it—love being yours—"

Your words dissolve into a cry as his free hand slides around your hip, finding the slick bundle of nerves between your thighs. 

His fingers circle with practiced precision, knowing exactly how to touch you, how to wind you tighter and tighter until you're trembling on the edge of release.

"You're going to cum for me," he commands, voice rough with exertion. "Going to cum on my cock while I remind you who this belongs to."

The dual assault of his relentless thrusts and skilled fingers has you spiraling quickly toward the precipice. Your muscles tighten, trembling with the effort of holding back.

"Please, Daddy," you gasp, your voice breaking with desperation. "I need to cum. Please let me cum. Mark me so everyone knows."

Your plea hangs in the steamy air of the car, raw and honest. The confession makes something shift in Axel's expression, a flash of satisfaction darkening his eyes.

His fingers press harder against your sensitive bundle of nerves, circling with devastating precision while his other hand tightens in your hair. 

He leans over you, his chest pressing against your back as his lips find your ear.

"You want to be marked?" His voice is gravel and silk, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You want everyone to see who you belong to?"

"Yes," you moan, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with desperate need. "Please claim me, make it so I feel you tomorrow—feel you for days."

Without warning, his teeth sink into the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, biting down with calculated force. The sweet, sharp pain radiates outward like lightning, making you cry out as pleasure and pain become indistinguishable.

He sucks hard against the tender flesh, tongue soothing the bite as his teeth leave their unmistakable imprint on your skin.

A visible brand that screams ownership to anyone who sees. The sensation pushes you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you with devastating intensity.

"All mine," he growls against the mark, his hips never losing their punishing rhythm. "Everyone will see it. Everyone will know."

Your inner walls clench around him as you shatter, each pulse drawing a guttural sound from his throat. 

Your vision blurs, body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure radiates outward from your core. Through it all, he doesn't stop, doesn't slow. Driving you higher, deeper into sensation.

His rhythm grows erratic, his breathing harsh against your neck as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into your hips with bruising force, holding you steady as he drives into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuck," he snarls, voice breaking as his body goes rigid. "Taking it all, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop."

You moan softly as the hot pulse of him inside you, fills you completely as he grinds against you, working through his climax. 

His forehead drops to your shoulder, breath coming in ragged pants against your sweat-slicked skin. For a moment, you're both suspended in the aftermath, connected in the most renowned way.

When he finally slides out, you whimper at the loss. But before you can mourn the emptiness, his fingers are there, two of them sliding through the evidence of his release. 

He pushes his thick fingers through your folds, gathering his release and slowly pressing it back into you, making sure not a drop escapes. 

The possessive gesture sends another wave of pleasure through your oversensitive body, drawing a long, low moan from your throat.

"That's right," he murmurs, voice rough with satisfaction as his fingers work deeper. "Keep it all inside you. My mark. My claim."

Your walls clench around his fingers instinctively, your body eager to hold onto this physical reminder of him. 

This intimate gesture makes you feel warm inside. You adore the way he refuses to let even this part of himself leave you, wanting to keep himself with you even when he can't be physically inside you.

"I love when you do that," you whisper, the confession slipping out before you can stop it. Your voice sounds wrecked, vulnerable in the steamed-up confines of the car.

"When you make sure part of you stays with me."

His eyes darken at your confession, something vulnerable flickering across his features before the possessive heat returns. 

In one fluid motion, he withdraws his fingers and wraps his arm around your waist, turning you to face him. The movement is sudden but careful, mindful of the confined space as he pulls you onto his lap.

"Come here," he murmurs, his voice softer than before but no less commanding.

His hand cradles your face, thumb brushing across your cheekbone with unexpected tenderness. 

The gentleness is startling after the storm of passion that just swept through the car. His eyes search yours, intense and unguarded in a way that makes your breath catch.

When his lips find yours, the kiss is different. It's slower, deeper, an intimate claiming rather than a conquering. 

His tongue traces the seam of your mouth with deliberate care, coaxing rather than demanding. 

You melt against him, opening to the intimate exploration as his arms tighten around you.

When you break apart, both breathless and dizzy, you rest your forehead against his.

"I love you," you whisper into the small space between your lips, the words hanging in the steamy air like a confession. "So much it scares me sometimes."

His eyes, usually so guarded, soften in that way reserved only for you. One large hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip with reverent tenderness.

"I love you more," he says, voice low and certain. The simple declaration holds the weight of an oath. "More than you'll ever understand."

For a moment, you consider arguing, telling him it's impossible, that your love for him defies measurement. 

But the vulnerable tenderness between you feels too precious to disrupt with words. You simply nod, letting your body say what language can't fully express.

Reluctantly, you disentangle yourself from his embrace, wincing slightly as your muscles protest the movement. 

The evidence of your passion is written across your body in marks and tender spots that will linger for days. You find you don't mind.

You both dress in comfortable silence, the air between you transformed from desperate need to something deeper, more settled. 

Your fingers fumble with the ties of your gi, still trembling slightly from exertion. 

Axel notices, of course. He notices everything about you. And gently brushes your hands aside to fix the knot properly, his touch now practical but no less intimate.

Once you've made it back to the passenger seat with Axel in his driver's side, you're retying your hair back up into a ponytail.

"Let's get ice cream," he says suddenly, the casual suggestion so at odds with the intensity of moments before that

"Ice cream?" The question bursts from your lips with unexpected delight, your mouth curving into a smile that feels almost out of place after the intensity you've just shared. 

The simple domesticity of the suggestion washes over you like a cool wave, soothing the lingering heat beneath your skin.

"Yes," you breathe, already imagining the sweet relief against your tongue. "That sounds perfect."

He smiles softly, that rare smile transforming his features into something almost boyish despite the possessive marks he's left all over your body.

The Camaro rumbles to life beneath you, its vibration humming through your already sensitized body. 

You shift in your seat, feeling the pleasant ache between your thighs, a physical reminder of your passionate encounter.

Axel reaches across the center console, his hand sliding up your thigh as he drives, fingers tracing idle patterns against the thin fabric of your gi pants.

Only the touch isn't demanding anymore. It's grounding, possessive in a quieter way that makes your heart swell.

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

Masterlist

Taglist: @ggrgcribg

(a/n: next one is fluff, I swear 🫡)

[reveseke]

Artist reader & characters of Cobra Kai. Nothing but fluff and gen (mentions of (full+partial) nude art, but nothing specific!), no specific genders for the reader.

Threw in the girls & Ant as well, bc i could and I genuinely wanted to. All of them could be perceived as either platonic or romantic.

Reminder that my blog is male, ftm, enby, masc centric and I do not write for fem readers!

Eli, Miguel, Demetri, Robby, Anthony, Moon, Yasmin, Tory & Sam w/ an artist reader!

Just my thoughts nothing more or less. :3 also they get noticeably shorter the further down you go lol.

— Eli; I think he'd find it cool if you were into drawing and sketching (I don't believe he'd have a favorite style, just random sketches of the most random-est of things does it for him to think you're really cool and talented). He'd absolutely loved to get a peak at the sketches, especially if he catches you sketching something. If you dare to show him a sketch of him either post Hawk or before Hawk he'd ask you if he could keep it with the sweetest of smiles. Also graffiti, absolutely would mess around with spray paint with you.

However he would be a bit meaner just for the show during S1-3 specifically with his macho show of I'm a goddamn badass pretender for the girls. He'd just be basically mean for the laughs but swear he'd also be sweet as fuck to you afterwards and making up for his behaviour. (Make him sit for a few hours and be your model, that'll do lol.) [Side note I think Hawk would be the kind of guy to think about partial nude art but never admit it.]

— Miguel; just in general this boy is fucking bashful and amazed for your skill at drawing. He'd love to breeze through your sketchbooks and ask you to draw something for him. Absolutely anything and he'd cherish it, especially if it was something of him or nature-related. I also think he'd love abstract patterns. I also think he appreciates graffiti and murals!

— Demetri; interested for sure, especially if you're into drawing fantasy characters and settings. He's a comic nerd, he'd love to see your take on some of his favored characters from comics. fanart kind of guy imo. Also if you draw him his DnD character he'd love you for eternity. Just saying :3 (I also believe that Dimitri would have artistic talent as well. Thinking about dates where y'all just geek about your interests and draw, create stories etc.) I also think that Dimitri would love to see scenery art.

— Robby; this man cannot take a pen in hand and draw himself at all imo, he seems like he's a bit lost but he'd absolutely adore your drawings. I think he'd be into scenery and a realistic type of art. For some reason I think he'd be the guy who doesn't exactly get art, but gets joy from watching someone else geek out about a specific piece and tell him about it and the history/background around the artwork. (Looking at Mona Lisa rn so hard) [side note on this guy, he'd absolutely at some point ask about nude art in general.]

— Ant; we know this guy plays DnD as well, he'd be interested in your drawings and love silly sketches especially off of characters related to his interests. Somehow thinking Anthony wouldn't get abstractical art if it didn't have fantasy-esque in it. Just video game art, absolutely.

— Moon; Personally love her character sm down to earth (not really, she seems more daydream type) and interested in crystals, chakras and energies! I think she'd be interested in symbolism within art and just be really really interested in spiritual-related artworks. Abstractical patterning that takes inspiration from a culture? Mythology related artworks? She'd absolutely eat them up and I mean gobble it all up, I also see her as someone who'd do art with you.

— Yasmin; she'd love to see what you were sketching especially if it was her, because I think she would let you just draw her up in different outfits even without asking if you could. [Personally also think she'd be interested in nude or revealing art.] She'd be your model without any further questioning, BUT be sure your up for the task to hear her whine about how long it's going to take and just be cheesy with some memes. (Koff Koff the popular french girl line.)

— Tory; now I don't think Tori's much of an art girl either, but she'd love to see your sketchbook like the others and watch you draw. However this doesn't by any means rule out graffiti, she'd be up in a second if spray paints and graffiti was mentioned imo! I also think she'd have an eye for scenery and murals artworks with abstract types of art.

— Sam; she'd love to see your sketches and artworks as well! I think Sam wouldn't inherently be that interested in art, but she'd absolutely let you rattle her ears off talking about art and such. I think she appreciates scenery art a lot and murals.

[steponupbabe]

NOT MY EDIT!!!!

he’s so sexy i’m combusting

[magewritesstories]

[ ᴄᴏʙʀᴀ ᴋᴀɪ ] ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɪ.

summary: a few blurbs of the original miyagi do’s and what happens when they meet your parents. (Cobra’s will be up soon as well) TW: none, just cute fluff note: i feel like i’m getting back into my cobra kai phase— btw i will definitely write full fics of these if someone wants them! and sam’s blurb’s family dynamic is most definitely based off of ant-man lol. Oh and, there’s a note at the end too!

ʀᴏʙʙʏ ᴋᴇᴇɴᴇ — ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

Robby looked at his clothes; plain jeans, a white t-shirt and a blue flannel. To say he was nervous was an understatement. The brunet had spent an hour practicing with his friends how to greet your parents and answer questions they might have for him beforehand. 

The boy in blue knocked on your door three times and waited patiently for someone to answer. He really hoped you would be the one to open it.

“Hello,” An older woman greeted, she was wearing a white sweater and some comfortable pants, “You must be Robby,” She said with a smile, as she ushered him inside. She had your smile— or well, you had her smile, he supposed.

Robby smiled, holding out the box of chocolates Demetri had made him buy (“It gives off a good impression!”) and nodded.

“Y/N, Robby’s here!” She shouted, making her way towards the kitchen counter. That’s where Robby found the next member of your family; your dad was sitting at the marmer counter scrolling through his phone.

He stood up, and Robby realized he had the same warm look in his eyes as you always do. The man held out his hand, “Robby, pleasure to finally meet you.” The brunet shook his hand, “Pleasure’s all mine, sir.”

You came storming into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around him in greeting, giggling slightly as Robby turned and leaned down to hug you.

“Gross, get a room!”

The entire family turned to the person sitting on the couch, headset over his head, eyes still trained on the TV-screen in front of him, where there was a large screen displaying Watch Dogs on it.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re just jealous,” You replied, sticking your tongue out at your older brother.

“Kids, behave,” You’re mother said sternly, although there was a smile on her face at the look of her children’s antics. You nodded, dragging Robby over to the couch, making a point of accidentally bumping your sibling’s should as you sat down. 

Robby listened to your back and forth teasing— quietly, of course, so that your mother couldn’t hear— and laughed slightly. Your dad joined you on the couch, as he teasingly told your brother he would be so much better at the game than him.

Robby laughed along as your family teased each other or laughed and told the others stories over dinner. He could definitely get used to this.

ꜱᴀᴍᴀɴᴛʜᴀ ʟᴀʀᴜꜱꜱᴏ — ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ

“Oh, Sam, you’re such a sweetheart,” You’re mom smiled, as the brunette helped set the table. You rolled your eyes as your mom sent you a mocking glare, “This one over here never helps around.”

Your stepdad laughed, “Now, now, honey, that’s not true,” The older man came to your defense, “Y/N helps out plenty.”

You sent him a grateful glance, turning to your girlfriend, “I can’t believe you’ve been here for two hours and you’re already the favourite,” You huffed, pouting slightly.

Sam let out a sweet laugh, putting down the last piece of cutlery. “Don’t worry, sweetie, you’ll always be my favourite,” Your dad said, sending you a super cheesy grin.

“Sam knows how to make pizza.”

“Sam, you’re my favourite daughter-in-law.”

“Dad!” You protested loudly, cheeks burning bright red at the suggestion made by your dad. Sam giggled— although her cheeks were red as well— and replied, “I’m your only daughter-in-law, Mr Y/L/N.”

At this point you were certain you were as red as a cherry. Sam’s hand brushed slightly against yours as you both reached for the meal. 

“Sam, now that you’ve reached favourite child status,” Your stepdad piped up, “Would you like to know about the time Y/N electrocuted herself?” 

“Which one of the three times?” Your mom added laughingly. You groaned burying your face on your hands. Your parents continued to tell your girlfriend about some embarrassing stories, and you felt like sinking in to the ground. Sam on the other hand was laughing loudly at the aneqdotes. 

She looked stunning, smiling as your dad told her about the time you’d ran into his house in the middle of the night because you’d finished the Song Of Achilles and needed someone to rant to.

“You know she did that with me too,” You mom spoke, as your dad finished his story. You all turned to her questioningly, “What’re you talking—” You started, but you quickly cut yourself off, realising what she was talking about, “No!”

It was too late though. You mom jokingly told Sam about the time you’d stormed into her room, exclaiming that you’d kissed Sam, and had no idea what to do next.

“I’m starting to regret this,” You mumbled, as you grabbed some ice-cream. Sam smiled at you and placed a quick kiss on you cheek, “Don’t, I’m having a lot of fun.”

You sighed, smiling at the sight of your girlfriend and family enjoying their time together. This was nice.

[ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴛʀɪ ᴀʟᴇxᴏᴘᴏʟᴏᴜꜱ ]  ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ

“So you’re not worried at all?” You asked incredulously, staring at your boyfriend sitting at the wheel. Demetri shook his head, “Nope.”

You stared at him in surprise. The two of you were on your way to a super fancy restaurant your dad had insisted on, so that Demetri— your boyfriend of two months— could meet your parents.

“Why not?” You asked, remembering how nervous you were about meeting his mom and little sister. The black-haired boy smiled, “I was a delight to have in class,” He replied, “You’re parents are gonna love me.”

You laughed at the comparison, slightly shaking your head. He wasn’t wrong though; your mom liked all your boyfriends ( “If they make you happy, I like them.”), your dad was a different story.

He hadn’t liked any of your previous boyfriends— although now that you look back, you didn’t blame him. All of them had been trouble. But Demetri wasn’t like that, you were fairly sure the boy— despite doing karate— was incapable of hurting a fly.

Once Demetri’s car, which was really his mom’s, was parked, the two of you made your way to your parents.

The restaurant was small, despite being fancy, and your parents had chosen a small table on the terrace. Your mom was the first one to greet you both, speed-walking her way over to you.

Demetri held out his hand in greeting, but she swiftly ignored it, wrapping her arms around him instead. Your dad opted for a curt nod before looking back at the menu, “I hope you two don’t mind we ordered appetizers.”

You sighed at your dad’s apprehensiveness; Demetri didn’t seemed to mind the cold behaviour, opting to happily answer all the questions your mom bombarded him with.

At an offhanded mention of karate, your dad perked up “Karate?” Demetri nodded, “I started it during sophomore year out of self-defense, but it’s become somewhat of a hobby now.”

Your dad sent you a meaningful glance, but your mom quickly cut in before he could continue, “Speaking of school,” She said, clasping her hands together, “Where are you planning on going to college?”

You couldn’t help but grin. You were hoping someone would ask this question— preferably your dad, but you couldn’t be picky— this was your ace, after all.

“I got into Cal Tech and MIT, but I’m not sure which one I’m going to yet,” Demetri replied, a slight dust of red coating his cheek. 

Your mom clapped excitedly, “Oh, that’s amazing!” You dad seemed surprised as well, although he was much better at hiding it. “Something wrong, dad?” You asked smugly.

“No, nothing, those are very prestigious universities,” He replied, “But they’re not exactly neighbouring Berkeley.”

“Well, you and mom did three years of long distance,” You shrugged, “We’re planning on breaking your record.”

For the first time that night, you’re dad actually smiled. You felt a sense of victory wash over you, and clearly so did Demetri as he grabbed a hold of your hand under the table. If the adults noticed the movement, they didn’t comment on it.

By the end of dinner you were smiling happily, and Demetri had even managed to get a few laughs out of your dad with his dumb jokes. Once the two of you reached your car, Demetri turned to you, “So, how’d I do?”

You smiled even wider— if that was even possible— and replied: “They loved you.”

Demetri grinned, “Told you they would.” You rolled your eyes at his smugness, but you couldn’t help the sense of relief taking over your body. The night had gone well, and your parents, both of them, liked Demetri. What more could a girl want?

word count; 1400 words note; I hope you liked it, leave a comment if you did or if you just have something you wanna say. My inbox is always open to requests! links; part ii, my cobra kai masterlist

[fodenswhore]

Cobra Kai Season 6 PT 1

(discussion/rant???)

- seeing as i did a rant over cobra kai season 5 on here, it’s only fitting that i do the same for part one of season 6!

🐍- as only one half of the season has been released, it wouldn’t really be fair to form a stalemate opinion on what i’ve seen so far. i didn’t hate it, i didn’t dislike it, i didn’t love it - it was just fine. in my opinion, it didn’t have the same exciting vibe as the previous seasons, not sure what it was but it just felt like something was missing. i’m hoping part 2 will feel different.

pregnancy storyline - my opinion on this storyline has and will not change. i still find it unnecessary, i still find it predictable and i still believe the trope ruins any book or movie that it’s worked into. however, that being said, it’s been interesting to see johnny’s character development this season. he’s fully embracing the whole pregnancy and baby vibe and it is pretty sweet to see.

johnny - like i said, it’s been interesting to see johnny’s characters development this season. i really liked the version of johnny we got to see. he got a job!!, he and daniel worked well together (in brief moments), he was supportive of both robby and miguel and he encouraged and supported devon. it was nice to see him getting his life together.

kreese - he’s a wanted man. how did he manage to travel to two different countries? UNDETECTED????

mr miyagi - i was a little baffled by the mr miyagi storyline. it’s so great that they still include him and talk about him because he was such a vital character in the karate kid movies, but i’m not exactly sure where they plan on taking this storyline?? i wonder if maybe mr miyagi used to train/work with sensei kim’s grandfather? we obviously saw that he entered the Sekai Taikai tournament so maybe they entered together?

daniel - ugh he was low-key irritating. miyagi do is supposed to be a partnership between eagle fang and miyagi do, however it just seems like it’s purely miyagi do. i feel they could’ve merged the names and become miyagi fang? i get he wants peace but he was basically causing rifts with johnny for the most stupidest of things. hoping he does better in part 2.

tory - the way no one ran after her when she walked out of miyagi do?? not even robby, her boyfriend?? everyone knew her mum was the only family she had (besides her brother) so i cant believe they just left her to fend for herself and grieve alone. honestly i don’t blame her for joining cobra kai again. it’s hard to say whether she would’ve won the female captaincy if she stayed at miyagi do but she definitely would’ve ended up hurting sam during the fight. i loved the friendship she and sam were forming so hopefully she comes back to miyagi do and they become friends again.

hawk - no WAY did the former all valley male champion not get into the final six for the Sekai Taikai on default. i was so shocked when hawk didn’t get into the group automatically with tory, sam, miguel and robby. and then he only got a place because tory quit like whatttttt! he’s one of the strongest fighters in my opinion, miles better than devon and demetri.

demetri - irritating. never stopped yapping about MIT. thinks he’s the shit. i usually like him but not this season.

kyler- nice to see character development from kyler because he was an absolute prick in the other seasons. he’s still cringe but was cool to see him getting along with miguel and the others.

devon/kenny - devon was annoying, i get the Sekai Taikai is a once in a lifetime opportunity but practically begging for a spot isn’t a good look. she needs to believe in herself and needs to stop worrying about how good others are around her. and the cheating to get into the tournament! like if she can’t win fairly at the challenge to get into tournament, how is she gonna be decent at the tournament at all. kenny deserved that chance to go to the Sekai Taikai, he’s a much stronger and aggressive fighter and it would’ve been perfect for him to show his real potential. i can’t believe the writers made him shit himself and look like an idiot.

so overall, i liked the season so far but i wasn’t overly amazed with it. as always the karate fight scenes were amazing! and this is not hating on the show or the actors this is just me giving my opinion.

find my season 5 rant here :)

[rosie-tyler]

Daniel: 😡

Johnny: 😍

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Johnny Lawrence’s daughter

Johnny Lawrence x daughter!reader

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, classic johnny sexism <3

a/n: WHAT! ME write a fic thats not gn, i know. im shocked too but its just bc i feel johnny is so gender-stereotypey that doing this gn wouldn’t work very well but very open to a son!r or nb!r if anyone is interested (bc seriously. johnny cannot help but bring up genders). also i just want to say that a lot of this (not all!) honestly reminds me of or are actual things that have happened w my dad bc johnny is literally my dad if my dad was like 8 years older i think also i wrote this all in one sitting ALSO NO COBRA KAI SEASON 6 SPOILERS

prompt:

GIRL DAD!

you always kinda just gravitated toward living with your dad

“y/n, i’m so proud of you. i never have to worry about you. you can take care of yourself. robby on the other hand, i worry about him. i think girls are just more self sufficient” -johnny, a little drunk

“thanks dad” -you, also a little drunk (hes a “cool dad”)

he was the type of parent that “prefers that if you’re gonna do something stupid at least do it while he’s around” aka underage drinking

whenever he stays out late you fall asleep in his bed. and lock him out

“y/n! open the door!” -johnny, banging on the door

“no! your bed is more comfortable” -you

he thought it was sweet honestly but he did want to sleep in his bed

sort of like a lesson not to come home late all drunk and gross

he was VERY against letting you drive his car

“dad, i need my license!” -you

“no woman is getting behind the wheel of my firebird” -johnny

“why do you have to make it about women? i’ll fight you” -you

“you’ll lose that fight” -johnny

“oh, so you’d fight a teenage girl? wow, real classy, dad” -you

“no, but i’d fight my teenage daughter. i brought you into this world and i’ll take you out” -johnny

you honestly had a great sense of humor with johnny, but you’d check him if he said anything too messed up

“dad, it’s not the 80’s anymore, you can’t say that” -you

“dont tell me what i can and cant say! the 80’s were awesome, i wish it was the 80’s again” -johnny

“so i’ve heard” -you

he helped you with your homework as a kid until like, 2nd grade when multiplication and division got involved

he did teach you karate growing up! but mostly the basics, for self defense purposes

“hey, never let any guy try to impress you with his karate skills. he’s probably a douche” -johnny, pausing “i sure was”

late night movie marathons (70s/80s classics for sure)

he took care of you during your first hangover (high school parties, ya know)

“didn’t i teach you better than to mix liquors” -johnny

“ugghhhh” -you

yes, you have heard about daniel larusso. enough said LMAO

robby and you had a kind of sweet but distant relationship

occasional check-in texts

robby: are you doing okay with dad? he’s actually buying food and shit?

you: yeah! he’s fine right now, how’s mom? new stepdad yet? is he rich?

robby: mom’s not going anywhere she’d find a rich guy, but keep dreaming

you wear a lot of your dad’s old t-shirts. usually band tee’s

oh and he made sure you got into the “right music”

he used to drive you around in the firebird when you were a SMALL CHILD (front seat, no car seat!) and blast his old cassettes

for YEARS he’d pull the “who is this” “what song is this” game with the reasoning:

“if you wear a band shirt and some asshole asks you to name three songs, i want you to name ten” -johnny

listen. you were still “daddy’s girl” or whatever used to be a cute little saying and is now ruined but whatever

“dad, can i have twenty bucks?” -you

“for what” -johnny

“for fun. pleaseeee” -you

*johnny pulls out his wallet and gives you $40*

could he afford it? no. can he say no? also no.

the absolute fear he felt when you got your first period

“it’s fine, i can call mom” -you

“no, it’s not fine! i’ve had girlfriends before, i got this. stay here, i’ll be back” -johnny

he went to the store and bought the most random assortment of period products and pain meds and snacks and a heating pad

A for effort

when the diaz family moved in across from you guys, miguel took one look at you and johnny said:

“stay away from my daughter”

when the karate fuss got started you tried to keep your distance but sooner or later you joined the dojo and proved to your dad just how “badass” you could be

“take notes everyone, y/n’s gonna be the next all valley champ!” -johnny

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[lvndrfucks]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Miguel, right,” you asked him.

“Um, ye— yeah. Yeah, it’s Miguel.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe later.”

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

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

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

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

“Not when you say shit like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It can be.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s your bedroom?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You slowly departed from them. But they kept going.

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

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

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

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

hera speaks!

challengers, but cobra kai edition

[youhypemeup]

❝ the story of us !

eli moskowitz x reader | cobra kai

synopsis, instagram posts of your relationship with eli through the years

or alternatively, dating eli pre-hawk, he didn’t want his face posted and for anyone to know you were together so you only posted faceless pics without mentioning his name and he never commented. then he becomes hawk and his confidence goes up and he wants everyone to know you’re dating so you post him all the time now and he comments on everything. when he reaches his bully arc, you go through problems and don’t post him on your page anymore, but then he reaches his redemption arc and you make up and start posting him again like nothing happened. but then cobra kai cuts off his mohawk and he loses his confidence so you stop posting him upon his request but then he gains his confidence back and wins the all valley boys division and you’re so proud and everything’s alright for the first time in a while (and hopefully it stays that way).

warnings, fluff, my failed attempt at trying to not let my awkwardness show through the characters

note, made this while finishing my cobra kai rewatch for season 6! i wanted to get my yearly post out in time and i think i did? i also tried to be as inclusive as possible in the pics two and three but it was a little hard finding faceless couple photos that don’t have any super obvious features/characteristics. i’m sorry if they aren’t as inclusive as i wanted them to be 😭 thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

kwon jaesung version ・ cobra kai masterlist

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You tried so hard not to be that girl, but the more you were around him, the more you were convinced clichés could be a good thing.

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

Since Cobra Kai coming back later this month, here’s some fluff with the Marty Mcfly of karate.

『••✎••』

It was a typical cliché, and as much as you hated it, there was something that still pulled at you. Something that pulled you right into the arms of none other than Robby Keene.

Your relationship had been rocky at best; it had started out with him pickpocketing your purse and the two of you becoming friends because, at the time, you believed he was simply returning what you lost.

Of course, when your friendship officially became a friendship, he told you the truth and apologized. LaRusso had offered him a job, and everything he did suddenly became about changing his life and earning his place. He wanted to prove to his father that he was more than just some punk-ass kid from the wrong side of the tracks.

So, how did that bring you to where you are now? How did a guy like Robby Keene, dressed up in Marty McFly attire, become the center of your universe?

The Halloween Bash, of course.

Originally, the entire group of friends, the past feud between Robby and Miguel, had long been forgotten, so they decided to do one big group costume. Demetri thought it would be a good idea to go with the Power Rangers, which was fine, except for the fact that Eli was the only one who actually wanted to be a Ranger. Everyone else was either not impressed or completely clueless about who they were.

In the end, the group split off into their own individual costumes, and that's how you ended up with your favorite movie being used as the basis for your outfits.

It took a lot of convincing on your part. I mean, the dude looked practically identical to the real actor; he was the obvious choice. Throw a Walkman on him, and boom, the costume is perfect.

He blamed it on the hair, which it technically was. Ever since he ditched Dora's cut with Diego, he just became that geeky kid who freaked at the word 'chicken.'

And in all honesty, you truly believed he hated that word, too. Eli said it to bait him once, and he did not go down easily.

It only took you an hour to convince him, but after a while, he relented, and the costume was finalized.

So, obviously, when the two of you walked in with swag that only the 80s could pull off, you stayed for about an hour before Robby got bored and decided ice cream was the cure.

Now, the two of you were sitting on the steps of an apartment building, eating a gallon of ice cream and talking.

You swear, you didn't mean for it to happen, but the way he looked at you with those soft, blue eyes and the smile that could make a nun blush, you found yourself leaning closer.

"I had fun," he spoke quietly, his words dancing over your lips. "Even if I do look ridiculous."

You giggled. "Well, isn't that why we have Halloween? To look ridiculous?"

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

"You don't look ridiculous, though," you continued. "I think you look pretty good in a life preserver."

He grinned. "Yeah?"

It was something about the way he said that. The way you could hear the smile in his voice, but most of all, the way he looked at you when he said it. Like he was looking for permission to continue with what was already happening.

So, you answered by leaning in, connecting your lips with his, and giving him all the permission he needed.

His hands instantly flew to your hips, tugging you closer, and you found your own hands wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.

It was perfect, just like the movies. You regretted dressing up as Doc Brown, though. Not only was the radiation suit itchy, but you were acting like Jennifer Parker, and you didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Still, with the white hair off and his headphones finding their home around his neck, you figured maybe you'd force him to keep that part of the costume because, the way he was looking at you, you didn't want it to end.

You were sure it wouldn't, not any time soon.

[shelbgrey]

Heyyy can i get a smutty fic with older Johnny Lawrence 😩 it is so hard to find good fics of him and i love the ones you wrote. I’d like something with an age gap (as in reader being much younger but legal ofc) but anything you’re okay with! Please and thank you 💕💕

The great outdoors(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: Miyagi-do and eagle fang go out for a weekend of camping and luckily for Johnny, Daniel's baby sister tags along to help. The two have been dancing around each other for months, ignoring their feelings - or Johnny has. But what will happen when Chozen forgets to bring the extra tent and y/n and Johnny end up sharing.

Warrings: SMUT, one bed trope but with a tent, oral(F receiving), unprotected sex, rushed ending, age gap(10 years are mentioned), slight orgasm denial, language, not edited, not my best work - sorry pookies.

MasterList ML2

Daniel had this idea to take the members of Miyagi-do or eagle fang, whatever they decide to be that week out camping. Y/n always help both Johnny and Daniel out rather it be with classes or tournaments. She went even though she hated camping with a passion, she kept telling herself it was to help Daniel out, but part of her was aching to spend the weekend with Johnny. Then to make matters worse, Chozen forgot to get the extra tent from Daniel's garage. The tent y/n was supposed to sleep in.

“I'm sorry, y/n-San. I had forgotten you'd be joining us this weekend” Chosen said sheepishly.

“It's alright,” y/n tried to reassure Chozen, the both of them had become pretty good friends over the last few months, but she was pretty frustrated and she had become comfortable enough to put him in his place without anyone getting butt hurt. “But where the hell am I sleeping this weekend?”

“It's alright, you can share a tent with Amanda and I'll bunk with Chozen” Daniel said, trying to defuse the situation. Part of him was glad both Amanda and Johnny were too occupied helping the others set up or else he'd have their two cents too.

“no, share a tent with your wife,” y/n told her brother then looked over at chozen. “but I ain't sharing a tent with him, he snores”

“I don't not snore!” Chozen scoffed.

“dude, I could hear you all the way in my room when you were staying with us” y/n shot back.

“then I guess you're sharing with Johnny-San, so ha!” Chosen said in a way a child tried to win an argument.

“Wait what?” y/n paused, not realizing she was already turning red. Daniel missed his little sister's genuine reaction.

Then Johnny looked up from the tent he was helping Robbie set up. “Who am I sharing what with?” he asked, making Robbie snicker.

Daniel sighed, shaking his head. “the three of you can just figure it out,” he walked off to help Amanda and the girls, as he did he passed Johnny. “if she's staying in your tent, keep your hands to yourself”

Johnny rolled his eyes. This was his worst nightmare. Or was it? He really liked y/n and this would be torture, or it could be amazing. Daniel's scolding stayed on repeat in his head, making himself promise to behave.

“Seriously, you don't have to” y/n said to Johnny, trying to hide the inner excitement and nervousness she felt at the thought of being in that little tent with him.

“What are you gonna do? Find a cave to sleep in?” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “you can stay with me, it's only for two nights”

“Thanks Johnny” she smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, don't mention it” he smirked, leading her over to his tent with her stuff in tow.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, trying to hide whatever she was feeling with sarcasm. It's not the first time the two of them teased and gave each other crap. “pretty small, how do you expect the both of us to fit”

“Well, excuse me, princess. I wasn't expecting company” he said, unzipping it and grabbing her backpack to toss it in with his.

Later that night the kids - well, can't really say that now, so the members of Miyagi-do went stargazing or something, I wasn’t paying attention and all I knew was Daniel and Chozen left with them. Some hours earlier, Demetri had gotten sick and Amanda left to take him home. I think she was thankful that she had a reason to leave. So that just left me and Johnny at the campsite.

Johnny had left to get some wood for the fire and y/n sat next to it, poking at it and trying to stay warm. Johnny came back moments later, setting down the fire wood before sitting down on the fallen tree next to her, but not too close. The fire was giving her a beautiful glow and only made her more attractive. Johnny cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the thoughts.

“Cold?” he asked, shrugging off his flannel and wrapped it around her shoulders before she could actually answer.

Y/n tried not to blush, putting her arms through the holes and wrapped the soft, thick material close to her body. It was warm and smelt like him, best of both worlds. “thanks” she smiled softly, hiding how much the tiny jester affected her.

Johnny couldn’t help but look y/n up and down in his flannel, it was big on her, but it looked cute. He had only imagined how she would look in one of his t-shirts. Johnny shook his head and looked at the fire, getting flustered and trying to distract himself.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome.” He mumbled, awkwardly running a hand through his hair.

Johnny looked back at her out of the corner of his eye. She looked great under the fire’s light, it made her eyes look brighter, the shadows were highlighting her curves. Johnny quickly looked away from her, before his mind could wonder any farther. Johnny was fighting himself internally, trying to stay focused.

“So, umm” she said softly, breaking the silence. They were always so comfortable with each other and ever since the knowledge of them sharing a tent this weekend hung over their heads it's been kinda shy around them. “You wanna roast some marshmallows or something?”

He immediately nodded, glad for the distraction. Anything to keep his mind off how attractive she looked in his flannel. “Hell yeah” He reached for the bag of marshmallows, trying to keep his hands steady.

Johnny could literally feel the heat radiating off her as she sat close to him. He could feel her arm brush against his as they held their marshmallows in the open flame. couldn’t get enough. He wanted to reach out and just touch her, hold her, but he was fighting the urge the best he could. His arm would brush against hers and he’d feel electricity run through his body. As Johnny tried to distract himself he watched her roast the marshmallow, noticing how she bit her lip in concentration, a small habit he found adorable.

“You're gonna end up burning yours” y/n said, pulling hers away. It was golden brown, perfect.

Johnny failed to notice his marshmallow turning black. He pulled his burned treat from the fire, cursing at the sight of it but then chuckled. “Damn” he mumbled, flicking the peace of coal off the stick.

Y/n let out a soft laugh. Johnny glanced up and watched her lips wrap around the marshmallow, biting into the gooie, roasted treat. Her eyes met his blue ones as she swallowed, not realizing there was a small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. “something on your mind?”

He then noticed the small string of marshmallow on the corner of her lips. He almost groaned at how hot that was. He willed himself not to lean over and lick it off. He was fighting the urges hard again.

“What?” she asked softly, raising an eyebrow.

Johnny was just staring at her, the way she bit her lip, even the way she swallowed was driving him crazy. Then he noticed the marshmallow on the corner of her lips again and without a second thought his thumb was swiping it off. Johnny’s thumb was now right on her bottom lip, his hand still cupping her face. Y/n’s eyes shot up, staring into his blue eyes. Her cheeks heated up from the feeling of his rough, warm palm against her face.

Johnny didn’t even realize he did it, it was completely on reflex, but now he was stuck. He tried to take his hand back, as he realized the situation but he couldn’t move. She was so close. The fire danced in her eyes, she was so beautiful. Johnny’s thumb moved back and forth on her lip almost subconsciously.

The silence was deafening. The only sound was the crackling of the fire and you could cut the tension with a knife. Johnny’s eyes traced down to her lips, and he had to fight every urge not to lean forward and capture them in a kiss. But their age difference was the only thing keeping him back.

It was only ten, ten useless years. Johnny was pushing late 40s and y/n was in her 30s, past grown adults. So, instead of admitting his feelings he just went for a playful banter and he tried to convince himself he wouldn't go after her in respect for Daniel. Even though that's total bullshit.

“Johnny” she said just below a whisper as she went too close in the gap, but he pulled away.

“y/n, we can't” Johnny trailed off. He didn’t want to upset her or hurt her, he wanted to tell her how bad he wanted this, wanted her, but he needed to stay strong and keep the distance between them, even if it killed him.

“But we can” she said softly, inching closer again.

Johnny’s resolve was weakening. Her soft words and gaze was making his willpower waiver. He could only hold on to his argument for a few moments longer. “I’m just so much older than you” Johnny felt like he was grasping at straws with that excuse.

“ten years,” y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle, it was ridiculous. We were adults. “Is that really the issue here?”

Johnny’s excuse crumbled when y/n laughed at it and he knew he was in deep. His argument was terrible, he could only use one more argument against this, the only one he still was holding on to. “I still have enough common sense not to flirt with LaRusso's sister”

“Ooo, what's Danny gonna do?” she rolled her eyes, she knew what he'd do.

“Beat my ass, that’s what. Daniel’s still got a hell of a kick.”

Y/n stared up at him, moving closer. “since when did he make you such a, In your own words a 'pussy'?”

He was right up to her now looking down to keep eye contact to avoid being obvious. “You know how Daniel is, if he found out the way I want you he’d throw me through a wall.”

“And how do you want me?” y/n whispered, lust and love clouding her eyes.

Johnny’s mind flashed through all the different ways he wanted her but he didn’t let it show on his face, he was too stubborn. “Stop asking stupid questions you already know the answer to” He grunted out, trying to ignore the shiver that ran through his body.

“Okay, then stop saying stupid things and do what you want like usual”

That was the plan. Johnny no longer tried to hide it and let his inner voice take over. He moved his head to the back of her neck and began pulling her closer, closing the space. His eyes were still on hers, giving her a way out, but the way she looked at him was telling him what he wanted to hear. Johnny’s face was only an inch away from hers as he spoke softly. “Are you sure?”

Y/n grabbed his shirt, pulling him against her and smashed her lips against his, gripping his black thermal in her fists tightly. Johnny wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer as she kissed him back roughly, all the bottled up desire finally exploded. They both knew the line they were crossing should be handled with care, just like how you'd handle a firework. It's badass if you're smart and you light it with caution, but if you're stupid it will blow up in your face.

Johnny's hands roaming down to her lower back as he deepened the kiss. He broke away only to breathe and look into her eyes, making sure they were still on the same page. Y/n pressed her lips back against his, moaning softly and climbed into his lap without breaking the kiss.

Johnny groaned at the feeling, his hands instinctively gripping her hips. The kiss intensified, tongues tangling as he lost himself in the moment. Years of pent-up desire unleashed, he tilted his head, kissing her deeper, more urgently. Y/n cupped his jaw, moaning as their tongues tangled together. She pressed her chest against his and Johnny lost balance on the fallen tree he was sitting on at the campsite.

Johnny stumbled backwards, taking her down with him. He landed with a grunt, hitting the forest ground first before she landed on top of him, both of them laughing breathlessly as they laid there in a tangle of limbs, trying to regain their balance. Y/n shifted, sitting back a bit to look at him. He was laying on the soft pine needles and dead leaves covering the forest floor and his legs were still draped over the log he was once sitting on. “you alright?”

Johnny had to take a moment to find his words. His eyes traveled down her body, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, in one of his flannels and it was the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. Without hesitation he grabbed her face, pulling her fully on top of him, kissing her fiercely. Y/n let out a soft moan against his lips, cupping his jaw as their lips moved against each other in a rushed pace.

Johnny’s hands were all over her. One was on her face, holding her in place and the other was on the small of her back, keeping her as close as possible. His body was reacting to everything she was doing, every small sound she made was enough to make his pants feel a little tighter. His hand on her back slowly dipped down, grabbing a handful of her ass, his hand squeezing and gripping her in a possessive hold.

Y/n pulled away from the kiss, their noses brushing against each other as she let out a small moan and rutted against him, making his hips bucked up to meet hers. His strong arms wrapped around her to pull her flush against him. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his breathing growing heavier as he whispered, “Dammit, you gotta stop moving”

“or what?” she teased softly.

Johnny growled, his eyes flashing open, he murmured huskily. “Or I might just pin you to this fucking ground and show you exactly what happens when you tease me like this”

“Nope, I rather not wake up with splinters on my ass and thighs”

Johnny chuckled darkly, his hands moving to her hips to stop her from moving. He squeezed them possessively, his thumbs brushing the crease of her inner thighs. “Then get your ass in the tent” His voice was hoarse, his face flushed, his pupils dilated.

Y/n scrambled to her feet and he grabbed her hand, walking quickly towards the tent they were sharing for the weekend. Johnny was still holding her hand as he unzipped the tent door, and guided her inside. The space was a little small, considering it was only made for two people, but they could make it work.

Y/n pecked him on the lips then layed back on the air mattress that was in the middle of the tent, it was barely big enough to hold two people. He watched her body stretch out on the small air mattress. He took off his thermal slowly, throwing it on the side. He was left with his jeans, his chest visible. He saw her watching him, her cheeks were pink. He smirked slightly.

Y/n sat up, smirking. God, he was perfect. The way his arms flexed when his hands gripped her waist and how his frame easily towered over hers. Y/n's hands traveled down his chest to his stomach. He was the perfect mixture of muscles and fluff. She brushed her fingers down his torso to his jeans as her core throbbed for him, soaking her panties. She grabbed the front of his jeans, guiding him down towards her.

He didn't need an invitation. Johnny fell down on top of her, his large frame pinning her down to the air mattress. He caught himself on his elbows, looking down at her with hooded eyes. His lips parted, breathing heavily. “Fuck, y/n. You're playing with fire here”

“Good thing I don't mind being a pyromaniac” she said softly, carding her fingers through his hair.

His hips jerked down against hers at her words. He let out a low growl, his hands moving to either side of her head. He nipped her jaw softly, his body slowly moving down hers. His lips found her collarbone, placing open mouthed kisses there making her moan softly as her head fell back in pleasure.

His eyes darkened as he saw her neck arch back. He took the chance to suck on her neck softly, his teeth nipping lightly. His hands traveled down her sides slowly. He was careful with her, his touch feather soft. He unbuttoned the flannel he gave her slowly, his thumbs brushing her stomach softly.

Y/n shivered softly when the chill breeze hit her skin. “you know how cold it is?” she said softly, of all the nights Daniel picked to go camping it happened to be freezing.

He chuckled softly against her skin, his hands moving to warm her waist. “I'll keep you warm, baby” His voice was a husky whisper as he trailed kisses down her exposed stomach. Y/n shuddered, carding her fingers through his blond locks.

His smirk deepened as he unbuttoned her pants slowly, his thumbs hooking in her panties too. He pulled them down her legs slowly. He threw them somewhere in the tent then spread her legs slightly, his eyes watching her body carefully.

“J-Johnny” She shuttered in anticipation.

He hummed against her stomach, his eyes flashing up to meet her for a moment before he moved lower. “Shh, just relax,” His voice was thick with desire as he settled between her legs, pressing a feather-light kiss to her inner thigh, making her moan. “Fuck, you're perfect”

He smiled against her skin, placing one more kiss before slowly trailing his tongue up her thigh. His hands gripped her legs firmly, keeping them open for him. His breath was hot against her core. He looked up at her one more time before pressing a soft, purposeful kiss right above her sensitive spot, making her gasp.

He growled softly as she arched her hips and tugged at his hair, his tongue finally flicking against her core. His hands moved to grip her hips firmly, holding her down. “Fuck,” he muttered against her, then started slow, deliberate licks. “Stop trying to rush me” His voice was strained with desire.

Y/n whimpered. “J-Johnny”

He slowly slid one arm under her leg, lifting it over his shoulder. This new position allowed him to bury his face in her core, his fingers parting her folds as his tongue flicked against her clit. “Shit” He murmured against her, his free hand sliding up her body to pinch her hard peaks.

“Fuck, stop teasing” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly, tugging at his hair and pulling him closer.

He groaned against her, the vibration sending shivers through her body. He intensified his efforts, making her gasp as he sucked and licked her clit with more fervor. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he devoured her. "Someone's eager”

He curled two fingers inside her suddenly, finding that spot that made her head fall back against the pillow in pleasure. He hooked them upwards, hitting her g-spot over and over as he sucked on her sensitive bud. He could feel her tensing up, trying to pull his hair to get him closer.

“I'm so close” y/n said softly and desperately.

He felt her body trembling, his fingers curling deeper inside her. He could feel her release building, ready to break. He looked up at her through his lashes, his eyes filled with mischief as he slowed down his movements, denying her the release she so desperately needed.

“D-dammit, Johnny” y/n shuddered softly.

He chuckled softly at her frustration, the sound vibrating against her sensitive skin. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he slowly withdrew his fingers, making sure to brush against her g-spot teasingly one last time. Y/n moaned desperately, holding on to his shoulders as he kissed up her stomach.

He trailed kisses up her body slowly, taking his time to explore her soft skin. He bit softly at her neck, sucking lightly to leave a mark. He grinned against her neck as he felt her body shudder with pleasure. “Shh” He whispered against her ear before kissing her jaw.

Y/n moaned softly, hooking one of her legs over his waist and pressing his hips against his. She moaned, grinding desperately over his erection. The roughness of his jeans gave some sweet relief, but it wasn't enough. He groaned loudly, his rigid length throbbing with need. He gripped her thigh tightly, pressing harder against her as he matched her movements. His other hand tangled in her hair, tugging slightly as he crushed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.

Y/n pulled away, catching her breath. “I need you”

He growled possessively, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand. He kicked them off along with his boxers, revealing his toned hips and powerful thighs. He wrapped her leg around his waist more securely, pulling her closer. “You sure?”

“You know I am”

“Fuck” He muttered against her lips, aligning himself at your entrance. He pushed inside slowly, making her head fall back as she cried out his name as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. “Johnny!” she cried out, gripping his shoulders. Johnny slid the rest of the way in, inch by inch, his blue eyes studying her face for any signs of discomfort. “Goddamn,” He cursed softly, completely sheathed inside her. “How the fuck are you this tight?”

He buried his face in her neck, his teeth sinking into her skin as he held himself still, trying to regain control. He felt her nails dig into his back, her hips lifting to take him deeper. He growled, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, filling her completely.

Y/n moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. He groaned deeply, his hips moving faster and harder against her. He could feel her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper with each thrust. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to change the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. “Fuck”

“Oh, shit,” y/n gasped. “right there”

He smirked against her neck, feeling her body quiver with pleasure under his touch. He maintained that perfect angle, his thick cock stroking her most sensitive spots with every sharp thrust. “That's it, baby” He groaned, his voice gravelly with lust.

“Johnny, I'm gonna cum” she gasped, raking her nails down his back.

Feeling her walls tightening around him and hearing your desperate moan, Johnny lost the last shred of his control. He pumped into her harder and faster, each thrust precise and designed to push her over the edge. “Cum for me, fuck” he growled, his fingers digging into her hips.

“Johnny!” Y/n finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became white and blurred, her legs tightened around Johnny's waist as her eyes rolled back for the immense pleasure while she buried her face into his neck. Johnny didn't stop his thrusts while her orgasm washed over her. She couldn't stop the moans and pants that were coming out from her mouth.

That pushed him over the edge. He buried his face against her shoulder, muffling his loud groan as he found his release deep inside her. He stayed like that, holding her in his arms and trying to catch his breath. “Damn it”

“fuck” she whispered, holding on to him like her life depended on it, like he was only thing keeping her on earth. Her head was tilted back as she caught her breath, her legs losing their grip around his hips

He slowly lifted his head, looking down at her with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness. He gently kissed her lips, still trying to catch his breath. He could feel her heart racing against his chest, matching the rhythm of his own. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah” y/n whispered back, smiling.

He gently slid out of her, making both of them gasp at the sensitivity. He carefully settled beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her flushed face. His hand traced lazy patterns on her stomach. “Those fucking noises you make” He shook his head, smirking.

“Oh yeah?” she asked softly, smirking. “You're into that?”

“Hell yes,” He laughed softly, his fingers finding her side. “You moan like it's the best damn thing you've ever felt. It's hot as shit” He grinned.

“Well, it kinda was,” y/n grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. “the best thing I've ever felt” she admitted softly.

He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that resonated through his chest pressed against hers. His eyes softened as he gazed down at her, one hand coming up to gently caress her cheek. “Flatterer” he teased softly, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. It was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. He nuzzled his nose against hers, his eyes fluttering closed. “I fucking love you,” he murmured against her mouth.

Y/n pulled away, her eyes shut up to his and she swore her heart skipped a literal beat. “you do?” she asked softly with hope in her eyes.

Johnny's eyes snapped open, meeting her gaze. He saw the genuine question in her eyes. He realized that she might not know how serious he was. He captured her lips softly before answering. “Yes, smartass. I do,” His thumb grazed her jawbone.

“Like, a lot”

“I love you too” y/n said softly.

His face broke into a genuine smile - the kind that lit up his entire face - and he pressed his forehead against hers. “Thank fuck,” he whispered, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pure emotion. “Because I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to you”

“Me too”

Johnny kissed her forehead. “get some sleep, who knows what Daniel is gonna make us do in the morning” He said, making y/n chuckle. He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him so that she was lying on his chest. His fingers gently combed through her hair as they fell asleep to the sound of the great outdoors and their hearts beating as one.

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Can u make a fic based on the taylor swift song “you belong with me” where axel is dating a girl who isnt the best and the reader ends up interfering getting together with axel

you belong with me | Axel Kovačević x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Axel have been friends since childhood, you've had to sit back and watch him date girls that take him for granted. His recent relationship is no different. Only this time, it feels like this break between them could be your chance to change things.

Word Count: 6.5k Warnings: None, angst, fluff

gif is not mine

Axel’s window lights up just past midnight, the soft glow casting a gold square across your bedroom wall. 

You blink at it, lips pressed to your pencil’s eraser, pretending you’re still focused on the calculus homework in front of you.

You know that light means one of two things: he can’t sleep… or they had another fight.

You wish you didn’t know that.

From your desk, you can just make out the shadow of him pacing. You want to knock on your window and wave him over like you used to when you were kids. 

Before her. Before cheer practice and school hallway kisses and the feeling in your chest like maybe you’re the punchline to a joke no one told you.

You look at the framed photo on your shelf. The two of you at age twelve, all teeth and sunburns, holding your first karate tournament medals. His arm around your shoulders like it belonged there.

"You belong with me," you whisper to no one. Just like always.

Morning arrives with the relentless beep of your alarm. You hit snooze twice before dragging yourself out of bed, eyes still drawn to his window. His light is off now. 

Your phone buzzes as you're brushing your teeth.

Axel 🥇: Hey, Becca took my car keys. Long story. Can I get a ride?

You stare at the text, toothbrush hanging from your mouth, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. You type and delete three different responses before settling on casual. Becca was his older sister. 

You: Sure. Leaving in 15.

When you pull into his driveway, he's sitting on the front steps, looking half-asleep but still annoyingly perfect with his tousled hair. 

"Morning, sunshine!" You chirp with a brightness that surprises even you. "Coffee?" You hold up the travel mug you brought for him—black with two sugars, just how he likes it.

He blinks at you, a slow smile spreading across his face as he takes the mug. 

"You're literally saving my life right now," he says, climbing into the passenger seat. His fingers brush yours during the exchange, and you pretend not to notice the small electric current that runs up your arm.

"So what's the story with Becca? She finally had enough of your terrible driving?" You keep your tone light, teasing, as you pull out of the driveway.

Axel groans, taking a long sip of coffee. "She found out I stayed out past curfew again." He rolls his eyes, but there's genuine annoyance there. "She said she's teaching me responsibility or whatever."

You drum your fingers against the steering wheel, gathering courage as you stop at a red light. 

"Why isn't Emma giving you a ride?" you ask, trying to sound casual while studying his profile. "She usually does on Thursdays, right?"

Axel's jaw tightens, and he stares out the window. "We had another fight last night."

"Oh." You keep your eyes fixed on the road as the light turns green, not trusting your face to hide your feelings. "I'm sorry. Was it... serious?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "She's mad because I didn't want to go to her friend's party Friday. Said I never make an effort with her friends." 

"She never makes an effort with my friends either," he mutters, tracing the plastic lid of the coffee cup with his thumb. "I've asked her to hang out with you like a million times, and there's always some excuse."

Your heart gives a little jump at being mentioned, but you quickly shove the feeling down.

The last thing you need right now is to be caught in the middle of their relationship drama. Or worse, to let him see how much you care.

"Hey, did you finish that calc assignment?" you ask, smoothly changing the subject as you turn into the school parking lot. "Because I'm pretty sure I completely bombed problem seven."

Axel seems relieved by the shift in conversation. His shoulders relax as he digs through his backpack.

"Yeah, I did it last night when I couldn't sleep. Want to compare answers before class?"

"My hero," you say, parking in your usual spot. 

─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─

"See, for this one, you have to use the chain rule," he explains, pointing to a particularly messy equation in his open notebook.

His shoulder presses against yours, and you catch the scent of his shampoo, something woodsy and familiar.

You lean closer, pretending to study his work while actually studying the light freckles across his nose. "Yeah, but what about—"

"That's where you went wrong," he interrupts, grinning as he taps your notebook. "You forgot to set up the integral first." 

You're laughing at his terrible explanation when a shadow falls across the notebook. You look up to find Emma standing there, her normally perfect makeup slightly smudged around the eyes. 

Her shoulders are hunched forward, making her seem smaller than her usual confident self.

"Hey," she says quietly, her eyes darting between you and Axel. She's fidgeting with the strap of her designer bag, knuckles white from gripping it too hard.

Axel straightens immediately, his body tensing beside you. The easy laughter from moments ago evaporates like morning dew.

"Emma," he says, his voice carefully neutral. "What's up?"

You begin gathering your papers, preparing for a hasty exit. This isn't your conversation to witness, and the last thing you want is to be caught in the crossfire of their reconciliation.

"Can we talk?" She asks. Emma shifts her weight, waiting for Axel's response. 

His eyes flick to you momentarily, and you catch the silent plea there. He's searching for a reason to stay right where he is.

"I should go," you say quickly, standing up and shouldering your backpack. "I need to stop by my locker before class anyway."

"You don't have to—" Axel starts, but you're already backing away.

"It's fine," you say with a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "See you in calc."

As you walk away, you feel Axel's gaze following you, but you don't turn around. 

You've played this part many times before—the understanding friend who knows when to exit stage left. The supporting character in their love story.

Inside the school, you lean against your locker for a moment, closing your eyes. 

"OH MY GOD!" 

Sam's excited shriek snaps you out of your thoughts. She's practically bouncing toward you, waving her phone in the air, her face lit up with pure joy.

"You have to see this!" She thrusts her phone in your face, showing a photo of an elaborate poster covered in fairy lights spelling out "PROM?" with Miguel standing nervously beside it, holding a bouquet of roses.

"He asked me this morning before first period! Can you believe it?" Sam clutches your arm, practically vibrating with excitement. "He had the whole band playing our song and everything. I nearly died!"

"That's super cute, Sam," you say, mustering genuine happiness for your friend despite the hollow feeling spreading in your chest. "He’s such a good boyfriend."

"So," Sam says, linking her arm through yours as you both begin walking down the hallway. "Tory and I were thinking about going dress shopping Thursday after school. You're coming, right?"

You adjust your backpack strap, mind still half-stuck on Axel and Emma outside. "Dress shopping? For prom? Isn't that still a whiles away?"

Sam rolls her eyes dramatically. "That's exactly why we need to go now! All the good dresses will be gone if we wait. Plus, Tory's mom knows the owner of that new boutique downtown and she said we can get a discount if we come this week."

You hesitate, thinking about your pile of homework and the fact that you haven't even been asked to prom yet. 

The thought of watching your friends try on beautiful dresses while you pretend to be excited about a dance you might attend alone makes your stomach twist.

Sam's expression softens as she catches sight of your frown.

"Look, I know it's been rough with you and Axel lately," she says, lowering her voice. "But I think you need this. Just come and try on some pretty dresses with us. Who knows? Maybe it'll take your mind off things."

You sigh, knowing she's right. 

"Okay, fine. But I'm not buying anything unless it's on clearance."

Sam squeals and hugs you. "Yes! It's going to be so much fun! And maybe we can find something that'll make a certain someone finally notice what's right in front of him."

"Sam," you warn, but she's already skipping ahead to class, leaving you trailing behind with a reluctant smile.

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Night falls quickly. You try to focus on your history essay, but your eyes keep drifting to your window. Axel's room is dark. Maybe he's out with Emma. 

You force yourself back to your textbook. The clock reads 10:37 PM when a light suddenly floods through your window. Axel's room.

You glance up, unable to help yourself. The angle is perfect, your desk nestled right against your window, his room clearly visible across the narrow gap between your houses.

Axel is pacing again, his phone pressed to his ear, one hand raking through his hair in that way he does when he's frustrated. 

He stops suddenly, staring at his phone as if it's personally offended him. 

His jaw works, and then he hurls something that looks suspiciously like "fine" before tossing his phone onto the bed.

Suddenly, he freezes. His eyes lock with yours across the space between your houses.

Caught. Your heart stops as heat rushes to your face. You've been caught staring, and there's nowhere to hide.

For a painful moment, you just look at each other, the nighttime quiet making everything feel more intense. 

Then, to your surprise, he doesn't close his curtains or turn away. Instead, he reaches for something behind his desk.

He pulls out a small whiteboard, the same one you two used to communicate with as kids when you were both grounded from your phones. You haven't seen it in years.

Axel uncaps a marker with his teeth and scribbles something quickly. He holds it up to his window:

"ENJOYING THE SHOW?"

Your cheeks burn hotter. You want to dive under your bed and never emerge again.Your heart races as your eyes dart around your desk for something to write back with. 

The essay can wait. You grab your notebook, flip it over to the blank side, and hastily scrawl:

"COULD BE BETTER" in large letters. You hold it up against your window, your lips quirking into a hesitant smile.

Axel reads it and his serious expression cracks. A genuine smile spreads across his face, the first real one you've seen all day. He shakes his head, laughing silently, and you feel something loosen in your chest.

He erases his whiteboard with the sleeve of his shirt and writes again: "WINDOW CHAT LIKE OLD TIMES?"

You nod, and he points to his window latch before disappearing from view. You understand immediately, the signal you've used since you were thirteen.

You push your window open, the cool night air hitting your face as you lean out slightly. Axel does the same from his window, the space between your houses just narrow enough that you can hear each other without shouting.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and rough.

"Hey yourself," you reply, trying to sound casual. "Everything okay over there?"

He lets out a sigh that seems to come from somewhere deep inside him. "Not really. Emma and I broke up."

The words hang in the night air between you. Your heart does a complicated little dance—part sympathy, part something else you refuse to name.

"For real this time?" you ask carefully. They've "broken up" at least three times before, only to be back together within days.

Axel nods, leaning his elbows on his windows sill, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Yeah, for real this time. I'm done."

"What happened?" you ask, voice soft against the cricket-filled night. "I thought you guys were working things out this morning."

He makes a frustrated sound, somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. "That's what I thought too. But then she started going off about how I don't prioritize her. Said I care more about karate than I do about her."

"That's not fair," you say automatically.

"I know, right?" His eyes meet yours across the gap between your houses. "She missed my tournament this weekend—the regional finals. Do you know what her excuse was? She was getting her nails done with Kaitlyn."

Your mind flashes back to Saturday, you sitting in the bleachers, screaming yourself hoarse as Axel dominated his matches. The pride on his face when he took first place. 

The way he scanned the crowd afterward, his smile faltering just slightly before he spotted you.

"You were there," he says quietly, his eyes suddenly intense. "You're always there."

"Of course I am," you reply, trying to keep your tone light. "Someone has to document your victories for posterity."

"Honestly?" He leans a little further out his window. "I'd rather have you there than her anyway. You actually understand what's happening. You don't just complain about how long it takes or how boring it is."

Your heart skips at his words, but you force yourself to remain calm. Friends. You're just friends.

"Well, I've been watching you flip people since we were ten," you joke. "I'm practically an expert by association."

He smiles, but it's different now—softer, more genuine. 

"So, um," Axel starts, his voice suddenly hesitant. He fiddles with the frame of his window, not quite meeting your eyes. "Sam mentioned you guys were going dress shopping tomorrow."

"Oh," you say, caught off guard by the change in topic. "Yeah, she's dragging me along. Apparently all the good dresses will be gone if we don't go now or something."

"So you're going to prom then?" he asks, and there's something in his tone you can't quite place. 

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant even as your heart beats faster. "I don't think so, actually. I mean, I haven't been asked, and I'm not really feeling the whole third-wheel-to-all-your-coupled-up-friends vibe."

"I wish you would go," Axel says suddenly, his voice soft but clear in the night air. "To prom, I mean."

Your breath catches in your throat. Before you can even process what he's said, let alone form a response, there's a loud bang as his bedroom door flies open.

"Axel!" Becca's voice cuts through the moment like a knife. She appears at his shoulder, already talking a mile a minute. "I need you to cover for me tomorrow night. Mom and Dad think I'm studying at Jared's, but we're actually—" 

She stops abruptly when she notices him leaning out the window. Her eyes dart across to you, and a knowing smile spreads across her face.

"Oh," she realizes, "hey, Y/n!"

"Hi Becca," you say with a small wave. "How's it going?"

Axel's face darkens as he turns to face his sister. 

"Becca, I'm kind of in the middle of something here," he says, his voice tight with irritation.

"Oh, sorry," she says, not sounding sorry at all. "I just need you to cover for me tomorrow. Mom's getting suspicious about all my 'study sessions' with Jared."

You can't help but smile at the way Axel's shoulders tense. His jaw clenches in that familiar way it does when he's trying not to lose his temper.

"Can we talk about this later?" he asks through gritted teeth.

"But I need to know now," Becca insists, leaning against his doorframe with her arms crossed. "It's kind of time-sensitive."

As they begin to bicker you laugh at the scene across from you, standing up from your spot. You shut your window, and close the curtains for the night. 

Were Axel and Emma really over?

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The next few weeks are chaotic and fun, you never realized how much you missed single Axel until you had him back. 

And lately, things have gotten more… flirty. 

You're sitting at your usual lunch table on Tuesday when Axel slides in beside you, his tray clattering against the tabletop. His knee bumps yours under the table, and he doesn't move it away.

"Hey," he says, stealing a fry from your tray with practiced ease. "Missed you in English."

"Doctor's appointment," you explain, nudging your fries closer to him. It's an unspoken arrangement, you always get the large fry knowing he'll eat half of them. "Did I miss anything important?"

"Just Mr. Peterson's dramatic reading of Hamlet. You know how he gets." Axel mimics your English teacher's exaggerated expressions, making you chuckle.

Sam and Tory are deep in conversation about their prom dresses across the table, heads bent together over Tory's phone. 

"So," he says, suddenly focused on arranging his food with unusual precision. "I've been thinking about what we were talking about. Before Becca interrupted."

Your heart skips a beat as you remember that night at the window. "Oh?"

"Yeah." He takes a deep breath, then looks directly at you. "About prom. You never answered if you'd go."

"I told you, I don't really have plans to—"

"What if you went with me?" he blurts out, his ears turning pink at the tips.

You freeze, fork suspended halfway to your mouth. "What?"

"Prom," he says again, voice steadier now. "Would you want to go with me? Like, as my date?"

"Yes!" Sam's voice cuts through your stunned silence, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Absolutely yes!" Tory chimes in immediately, clapping her hands together. "She's been waiting for you to ask forever!"

Your face floods with heat as you stare at your friends in wide-eyed horror. "Guys!" 

Axel is grinning now, his shoulders relaxing as he looks between your friends and back to you. His eyes are bright with something you haven't seen in a long time, maybe ever. Hope.

"So," he says, leaning closer to you, his voice dropping so only you can hear. "Is that a yes from you?"

"Yes," you breathe, unable to contain the smile spreading across your face. "I'm actually really glad I ended up buying that dress a few weeks ago. Sam was right about the good ones disappearing fast."

Axel's eyebrows shoot up. "You already have a dress? So you were planning to go?"

"No," you admit, playing with the straw in your water bottle. "Sam and Tory basically forced me into the boutique. I tried it on just to make them happy, but then..." 

You shrug, suddenly feeling shy. "I kind of loved it, and they convinced me to buy it. Said I'd regret it if I didn't."

"She looks incredible in it," Sam interjects, leaning across the table. "Like, jaw-dropping gorgeous."

"Can confirm," Tory nods solemnly. "Total knockout."

“Check out these pics we took!”

"No, absolutely not," you say, watching in horror as Sam reaches for her phone. "You are not showing him those pictures."

"But we look so cute!" Tory protests, already leaning across the table to help Sam scroll through her camera roll. "Plus, he needs to see what he's signing up for."

"Ah! Found them!" Sam announces triumphantly, turning her phone toward Axel. "Look at our girl!"

You groan, burying your face in your hands as Axel leans in to see the photos. You peek through your fingers to gauge his reaction.

His playful expression shifts as he studies the screen, eyes widening slightly. You watch as he swipes through several images, his jaw actually dropping a little, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

"Wow," he says, voice suddenly deeper than usual. "You look..." 

He trails off, eyes still fixed on the screen before finally looking up at you. The intensity in his gaze makes your stomach flip.

"You're a total knockout," he breathes, and there's something raw and honest in his voice that makes the cafeteria around you seem to fade away. "Like, seriously. I won't be able to take my eyes off you all night."

Sam and Tory exchange triumphant looks across the table, but you barely notice them. All you can focus on is the way Axel is looking at you now, like he's seeing you clearly for the first time.

"That color is perfect on you," he continues, handing the phone back to Sam but keeping his eyes on yours. 

"Blue has always been your color," he says softly, almost to himself.

The bell rings, startling all of you. Students around you scramble to gather their things, but you and Axel remain frozen in place, caught in some invisible current between you.

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Prom night arrives in a flurry of nervousness and excitement. Your mom has spent the last hour helping you into your dress, fussing over every detail while snapping photos "for the album." 

You stand at your bedroom window, where the evening light streams in perfectly for your final hair adjustments. The pins are being stubborn, and you're concentrating on securing that one loose strand when a flicker of movement catches your eye.

Across the narrow gap between your houses, Axel is standing at his window. He's already dressed in his tux, the dark fabric making his shoulders look broader than usual. 

The blue tie that matches your dress is slightly crooked. But it's his expression that makes your breath catch, he's staring at you with such open admiration that your hands freeze mid-motion.

When your eyes meet, a shy smile spreads across his face. He holds up one finger in a "wait" gesture, then disappears from view. 

When he returns, there's something white in his hands, the old whiteboard. 

Your heart skips as he uncaps a marker with his teeth, scribbling something quickly before pressing it against his window pane.

"YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL" 

The words are written in his familiar messy handwriting, larger than necessary, as if he wants to make absolutely sure you can read them. 

There's a small heart drawn in the corner that makes your stomach flutter. Heat rushes to your cheeks as you smile back at him, your hands moving instinctively to smooth down your dress. 

You reach for a notebook on your desk, quickly writing "YOU CLEAN UP NICE TOO" in large letters, holding it up for him to see.

He reads it and grins, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that makes your heart race. He erases the board quickly and writes again:

"BE THERE IN 5." 

He caps the marker and disappears from the window. Your pulse quickens as you realize he's coming over now, before your parents can ambush you both with a thousand photos and embarrassing stories.

You take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your dress and tucking that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear. The doorbell rings exactly four minutes later.

You hurry to answer it before your mom can, your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Taking a deep breath, you pull open the front door.

Axel stands on your porch, looking impossibly handsome in his fitted tux. His hair is styled neatly, though that one rebellious strand still falls across his forehead and he fidgets with a small plastic box in his hands. 

His eyes widen when he takes in the full sight of you, his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out.

"Hi," you say softly, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.

"I—wow," he stammers, blinking rapidly as his gaze travels from your face to your dress and back again. "You're... you look..."

You can't help but giggle at his reaction. This is Axel, your confident best friend who never struggles for words, reduced to incoherent stuttering because of you in a dress.

"Thank you," you say, stepping aside to let him in. "You look really handsome too."

He runs a nervous hand through his hair, messing up the careful styling. 

"I, um, I brought you this," he manages, holding up the clear plastic box containing a delicate corsage—white roses with sprigs of baby's breath and blue ribbon that perfectly matches your dress.

"It's perfect," you whisper, staring at the delicate flowers.

"May I?" he asks, carefully removing the corsage from its container.

You nod, extending your wrist. His fingers are warm against your skin as he slides the elastic band over your hand, adjusting it carefully. 

The moment feels impossibly intimate—his head bent close to yours, his breath tickling your bare shoulder.

"Oh, you two look absolutely gorgeous!" Your mom's voice breaks the spell as she appears with her camera already raised. "Stay right there!"

The flash blinds you momentarily as she snaps the first of what will be many, many photos.

"Mom," you groan, blinking away the spots in your vision.

"Just a few more," she insists, waving her hand to position you. "Axel, stand behind her—yes, perfect! Now both of you look at me."

The next thirty minutes are spent taking thousands of photos of you and Axel as you both waited for the limo to arrive with all of your friends. 

You breathe a sigh of relief as you spot the gleaming white stretch limo idling at the curb, its polished surface reflecting the sunset in shades of gold and pink. The door opens, and Sam's head pops out, her curls bouncing as she waves frantically.

Axel takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as you both make your escape toward the door. "Thank you for the photos, Mrs. Y/L/N," he says politely, even as he's backing away.

"Wait! One more with the corsage!" your mom calls, but you're already halfway out the door.

"We'll take lots at prom, Mom, I promise!" you call over your shoulder.

The sleek black stretch limo sits gleaming in your driveway, your friend popping their heads out of the sunroof. 

The limo's door swings open, and you're immediately hit with a wave of perfume, loud music, and excited chatter.

"Finally!" Sam exclaims, scooting over to make room. "We thought you guys were going to spend all night taking photos."

You slide in first, Axel following close behind. His hand stays firmly linked with yours as you settle onto the plush leather seats. 

"Well, well, well," Tory drawls, looking between you and Axel with a knowing smirk. "Don't you two clean up nice?"

"Seriously," Miguel agrees, raising his plastic champagne flute. "You guys look like you stepped out of a magazine or something."

“She looks like she stepped out of a magazine,” Axel corrects making you blush. 

While you two haven’t defined your relationship, his comments lately had you thinking that maybe this time things are different. 

It’s been well over an hour since you and your friends have arrived at the hotel the dance is being held at. You took the formal entry pictures along the twinkling lights, making sure to get two copies for you and for Axel. 

Seating was established with your hangout group, luckily there were enough seats for all of your friends. 

The music pulses through the air as you dance with Sam and Tory, laughing as you form a small circle on the dance floor. The three of you twirl and jump to the upbeat song, your dress swirling around your legs.

The DJ's voice cuts through the pounding music. "Alright, everyone, time to slow things down a bit."

The opening notes of a slow ballad fill the room, and the strobe lights fade to a soft blue glow. 

All around you, couples begin pairing up, arms wrapping around each other as the dance floor transforms.

"And that's my cue to get another drink," Tory says, flashing you a smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Sam gives you a quick squeeze. "Miguel's waving me over. You good?"

You nod, already preparing to step off the dance floor, when a gentle tap on your shoulder makes you turn.

Axel stands there, looking almost nervous, his blue tie slightly loosened after hours of dancing, and your heart does a little flip.

"Dance with me?" he asks, holding out his hand. The soft glow of the lights makes his blue eyes look almost silver as they meet yours.

Without hesitation, you place your hand in his. "I'd love to."

He leads you toward the center of the dance floor, and when he turns to face you, something in his expression makes your breath catch. 

His hands find your waist, drawing you closer than you've ever been before. Instinctively, your arms loop around his neck, and suddenly there's barely any space between you.

"This is nice," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear it over the music. His hands are warm through the fabric of your dress, steady and sure as they hold you.

"Yeah," you manage, trying to focus on anything but how right this feels. "It really is."

"I'm really glad you came with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice low enough that only you can hear it over the music. His eyes search yours with an intensity that makes your knees weak. "I'm having the best time."

"Me too," you whisper back, hardly daring to breathe as he pulls you even closer, the space between you disappearing until your bodies are pressed together. 

The soft melody wraps around you as you sway together, the world beyond this moment fading away. You can feel his heartbeat against yours, steady but quick. 

His eyes never leave your face, even as other couples twirl around you.

Axel takes a deep breath, and you feel his chest expand against yours. Something shifts in his expression—a vulnerability you rarely see.

"I want to tell you something," he says, his voice barely audible over the music.

You tilt your head slightly, waiting. His gaze drops for a moment, then returns to yours with newfound intensity.

"Thank you," he says simply, his thumb tracing small circles on your lower back.

You blink, caught off guard. "For what?"

"For always being there for me," he continues, his voice thick with emotion. "Through everything—my tournaments, my family drama, even all that stuff with Emma."

The simple sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. "That what friends are for, right?”

Something flickers across his face—a shadow of disappointment, maybe, or hesitation. For a heartbeat, he looks like he wants to say something more, something important, but the moment passes. 

He only forces a small smile and nods, continuing to dance with you.

Your heart sinks a little at his expression. The warmth that had been building between you seems to cool slightly, though his arms remain firmly around your waist. You wonder if you've said something wrong.

"Axel?" you whisper, trying to recapture his eyes with yours. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," he says, but his voice lacks conviction. "Everything's fine."

The music continues, but the magic of the moment has dimmed. You can feel tension in his shoulders now, a subtle stiffness that wasn't there before. 

Still, he leads you through the final measures of the song. As the last notes fade, the spell of intimacy between you breaks.

"I'm going to freshen up," you say, needing a moment to collect yourself. His eyes finally meet yours again, but they're guarded now.

"Sure," he replies with a small nod. "I'll grab us some punch."

You navigate through the crowd toward the bathroom, your mind racing. 

What just happened? 

One moment you were having this perfect dance, and the next, something closed off in him. 

The bathroom is mercifully empty. You lean against the cool marble counter, studying your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair slightly tousled from dancing. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

You give yourself one last reassuring smile in the mirror. Whatever tension you felt with Axel on the dance floor, you're determined to clear it up. 

Maybe he was just nervous. Maybe he wanted to say something more. Maybe tonight is finally the night things change between you.

With renewed confidence, you smooth down your dress and head back toward the dance floor. 

The DJ has switched to another upbeat song, and the crowd has thickened again, making it harder to spot Axel. 

You scan the room, looking for his tall frame and that blue tie that matches your dress.

When you finally spot him, your heart drops to your stomach.

He's standing near the refreshment table, but he's not alone. Emma is there, looking stunning in a fitted red dress that hugs every curve. 

Her hand rests on his arm as she leans in close, saying something that makes him nod slowly. 

Their heads are bent together, her voice too low for you to hear what she's saying. Axel looks uncomfortable, but he's not walking away.

Your stomach twists painfully as you watch them. All those perfect moments on the dance floor suddenly feel like a distant dream. 

Of course Emma would show up tonight. Of course she would seek him out, looking like that. And of course Axel would talk to her. They have history, after all. Years of it.

You feel stupid. So incredibly, painfully stupid. What were you thinking? That he would suddenly see you as something more than his reliable best friend?

"Hey, you look like you could use a distraction," a voice says beside you.

You turn to see Jackson from your chemistry class, looking handsome in his tux. "Want to dance?"

His expression is kind, understanding—he must have followed your gaze to Axel and Emma.

"You know what? Sure," you say, forcing a smile. "I'd love to dance."

Jackson's face lights up with surprise and delight. He offers his hand and leads you to the dance floor just as a new song begins, something with a steady beat that's easy to move to. 

"I've been wanting to ask you all night," he admits as you start dancing. "But you've been with Axel the whole time. I didn't want to interrupt."

"Oh," you say, trying to sound casual. "We're just friends."

The lie tastes bitter on your tongue, but in this moment, it feels true again. Just friends. That's all you've ever been.

Jackson is a good dancer, and he keeps the conversation light and fun. 

He makes you laugh with stories about his disaster of a science project last semester, and for a few minutes, you almost forget about Axel and Emma. 

You're laughing at his impression of your calculus teacher when you feel a presence behind you.

"Mind if I cut in?"

The familiar voice sends a jolt through your system. You turn to find Axel standing there, his expression unreadable, tie now completely loosened around his neck.

"Oh," you say, trying to sound casual despite your racing heart. 

The two boys exchange tense nods. Jackson looks between you and Axel, understanding dawning on his face.

"Sure, man," Jackson says with a good-natured shrug. "She's all yours. Thanks for the dance," he adds to you with a smile.

As Jackson walks away, Axel steps closer, his expression softening. 

"I've been looking for you," he says sweetly, his voice gentle. "Are you okay?"

The sincerity in his tone catches you off guard. You'd expected him to be distant after seeing him with Emma, but instead, his eyes are searching yours with genuine concern.

"I'm fine," you say, trying to sound convincing. "Just needed some air."

The DJ's voice cuts through the moment. "Alright, couples, here's another slow one for you..."

The opening notes of a ballad fill the space around you, and without hesitation, Axel's hands find your waist, drawing you close again.

"Dance with me?" he asks, though he's already guiding you into his arms, his hands settling on your waist with a gentle pressure that makes your breath catch.

You allow yourself to be pulled close, your heart a jumbled mess of emotions. Your hands rest lightly on his shoulders as you sway to the music, trying to process everything that's happened in the last hour.

"You disappeared," he murmurs, his eyes searching yours. "I got us punch and you were gone."

You bite your lip, hesitating before speaking. "I saw you with Emma."

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Emma? Oh, that wasn't—"

"It's okay," you interrupt, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes. "If you want to go be with her, I understand. I'll be fine hanging out with the girls for the rest of the night."

Axel blinks at you, his hands tightening slightly on your waist as he stops dancing mid-step. "Wait, what?"

"You and Emma," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I saw you two talking and—"

"No," he interrupts, shaking his head firmly. "No, that's not—I don't want to be with Emma." His voice is emphatic, almost desperate. "That's the last thing I want."

You stare at him, confused by the intensity in his eyes. "But I saw you—"

"She came to apologize," he explains quickly. "She wanted to get back together, but I told her no. I told her I'm done with that part of my life."

"Oh," you breathe, relief washing over you.

His hands slide from your waist to cup your face, his touch so gentle it makes your heart skip. There's a desperation in his touch, as if he's afraid you might slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.

"I'm so tired of making the wrong choice," he whispers, his voice breaking slightly. His thumbs trace gentle patterns on your cheeks as he stares into your eyes with an intensity that steals your breath. "I've been blind for so long, not seeing what was right in front of me this whole time."

Your pulse races as his gaze drops to your lips. Time seems to slow as he leans closer, closing the distance between you.

"It's always been you," he breathes against your lips. 

And then he's kissing you. 

His lips are soft, hesitant at first, as if he's giving you a chance to pull away. But when you respond, your arms tightening around his neck, he deepens the kiss, pulling you flush against him as the world dissolves around you.

You've imagined this kiss a thousand times, but reality is infinitely sweeter. His warmth, his scent, the small sound he makes when you tug him closer—it's all beautifully, overwhelmingly real.

When you finally break apart, you're both breathless. The dance continues around you, but neither of you moves, caught in your own private universe where nothing exists beyond this circle of light, this shared breath between you.

"Wow," you whisper, your fingers still curled around the lapels of his jacket.

Axel's smile is dazzling, his eyes bright with something that looks suspiciously like happiness. 

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he admits, his voice soft with wonder. His forehead rests against yours, a gentle anchor in the whirlwind of emotions swirling between you.

A laugh bubbles up from deep in your chest, light and giddy. 

"You know, I always knew you belonged with me," you say, your voice teasing but eyes sincere. "Took you long enough to figure it out."

His expression softens, his smile growing impossibly wider. 

"Better late than never, right?" he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Much better," you agree, and then he's kissing you again, his lips gentle against yours.

This kiss is different from the first, less desperate, more certain. A promise rather than a question.

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Masterlist

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(a/n: friends to lovers is one my favs 🥹)

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

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

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

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

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

“Diaz! Good one.” Sensei Lawrence praises.

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

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

“I’m fucking trying.”

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

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

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

[. . .]

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

“Hey.”

“So, are we still on for tonight?”

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

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

“What do you mean?”

“Something seems… weird.”

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

“You sure?”

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

“See? That’s what I mean!”

“I really am sorry.”

“Okay, but something’s clearly wrong.”

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

“What’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll ask sensei for the keys.”

“What?”

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

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

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

“Oh fuck no.”

“Then we’re doing this.”

“But what about the date?”

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

“Okay.”

[. . .]

“Alright, ready?”

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

“Okay. Round one.”

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

You huff, annoyed. “Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Okay that’s it. Again.”

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

And you won. This time, you fucking won. 

“Wait that’s three,” you realize.

“Yeah! You won!” Miguel celebrates.

“What?”

“You won, babe!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! That’s not what this is!”

You lift an eyebrow, amused. 

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

“Should I kick your ass more often then?”

“You’re welcome to.”

“You’re so weird.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Why not?”

“I want you to guess.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

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

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

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

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

“Sit.”

“What?”

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

“I heard you.”

“Sit, please, baby.”

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

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

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

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

“What was that for?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” 

“Not this then?”

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

“Oh shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He only nods his head yes, looking embarrassed.

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

“That’s okay.”

“I just said ‘fuck me’.”

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

“What?”

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

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

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

His eyes almost sparkle at the praise. 

“You know I think I changed my mind.”

“What?” 

“Maybe I should fuck you.”

“What do you mean?”

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

“But-“

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

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

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

“I- I can take it off.”

“Yeah I think you should.”

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

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

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

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

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

“It- it was one time.”

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

He stays quiet. 

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

“N-no.”

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

Quiet again.

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

He couldn’t even look at you .

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

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

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

“Me- me neither.”

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

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

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

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

“I’ll- I’ll do anything you want.” 

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

He shivers. “Can you say it again?”

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

“I’ll- I’ll be a good boy, okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

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

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

After a few minutes, he does. 

“Please take it off.”

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

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

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

He looks confused.

“Anything I tell you, right?” 

He nods. 

“Good. Eat me out.”

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

“I- yes. Yeah.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It makes you almost want to scream out his name. 

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

You can feel his smile. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Everything okay?” 

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

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

“What- what do you want me to do?” 

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

His eyes widen. Whatever he wants. 

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

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

“You look so fucked out right now.”

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

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

“Go on, baby.” 

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

“Fuck.” You breathe out.

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

“I’m alright. It was a good fuck.”

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

“Woah what are you doing?”

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

“Holy shit.”

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

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

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

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

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” he chanted.

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

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

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

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

“Holy shit,” you finally let out. 

“Holy shit,” he agrees. 

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

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

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

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

“That’s good baby. So, shower?”

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

You roll your eyes at him. 

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