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lvndrfucks · 10 months ago

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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.

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hawksbacktattoo · 3 months ago

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Forbidden | Sensei Wolf x Fem!Reader

Summary: As the Sekai Taikai began, someone catches readers attention

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving) choking, dirty talk, creamp!e

Word count: 2.2k

Not proof read

Today was the first day of the Sekai Taikai, everyone's nerves were all over the place. Your dojo had a lot riding on this opportunity and everyone could feel the tension.

Stepping into the arena, you taken in the sheer amount of dojos standing aside the mat. You had confidence in your students though, they trained hard to get to where they are now.

Feeling an arm drape over your shoulder, you look up to see your co-sensei Johnny Lawrence. You two have been running the dojo together for a while. "Loosen up y/l/n, the beginning is the easiest part." He reassured, giving your a pat on the back before heading off to chat with the students.

Making sure everyone had what they needed, you stood beside Johnny as he gave the students a motivational speech. Telling them that as long as they set their mind to anything, they'll get through it. Ending it with, "Cobra Kai never dies." And a hoot from the students.

The announcer spoke into the mic introducing the other dojos: Cobra Kai, Hornet's Nest, Furia De Pantera, Tiger Strike, Miyagi-Do and the Iron Dragons. You look at each group as he calls out the name. Eyes locking onto the Sensei of the Iron Dragons.

You couldn't help but stare, the low gaze in his eyes, the way he held himself. Holy fvck he was the sexiest man you've ever laid eyes on. Blinking a few times, you look away. He was competition, there's no way that could ever work in this circumstance.

The first few rounds went seemingly well, Cobra Kai coming out with most the wins. The Iron Dragons were posing a threat though, especially Axel and Zara. Robby taking a pretty hard defeat by Axel.

You look up at the score board seeing that the two dojo's were tied as the games concluded for the day. Taking a glance over at the Sensei of the Iron Dragons, he was already looking your way with a sinister grin on his face. He shot you a cocky wink before following his students out of the arena.

Sending the students up to their hotel rooms, you decided to stop by the food court before heading up for the night. Plate in hand, you hum as you fill it with different foods. Smiling down at your full plate you turn to sit down but immediately run into someone, dropping everything.

"Sh!t sh!t sh!t, I am so sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You frantically apologize, bending down to scrape up the spilt food. "No need to apologize, accidents happen." He spoke, accent deep with each word. You slowly look up from the mess in your hands. With the same grin on his face from before, he held his hand out to help you up. Taking it, you gulp and break eye contact. "Oh, it's you." You cleared your throat, wiping down you clothes.

"Oh I'm hurt, didn't know pretty girls spoke so foul." He teased, a smile creeping at the corner of his lips. "Let's not do that." You stated, heart beating heavy in your chest. You knew it was better to keep your distance from him. Turning back to the buffet of food, you grab a new plate.

He followed close behind, replicating your actions. "No need to play hard to get, I'll get through to you eventually." He poked again, slapping a piece of steak onto his plate. "Calm your ego, I don't want you like that." Lie, a straight up lie. Every time he spoke your knees trembled beneath you.

"We'll see Miss Cobra." He whispered over your shoulder as he walked passed you and out to the dining room. This was gonna be a lot harder than you anticipated.

The next day came and everyone was ready for the qualifying matches. Stretching before it was time to head back into the arena. Johnny gave yet another one of his pep talks before the students jogged into the arena. There were many more people in the stands than the day before.

The announcer repeated the rules from the day before, then called up the first match. Tory versus Sam, the crowd was going wild as the two fought. Tory triumphantly taking the win in the long run. That's how the rest of the matches went until the last two teams were left, Cobra Kai and the Iron Dragons.

Rolling your eyes, you followed your team back to the hotel. They had a couple days of free time before the championship matches took place.

Deciding not to keep yourself coped up in your room, you showered and dressed up nicely to take a stroll around town. It was your first time in Barcelona so might as well take the chance to explore.

Bag draped over your shoulder, you strolled through the Picasso museum. The sculptures taking your attention overall. Smiling at the concrete silhouette in front of you. "This is one of my favorites as well." That deep accent took you by surprise once again. Looking to your side, there he stood again. Now dressed in more casual clothing, he looked even better now.

"Oh so you're stalking me now?" You cross your arms over your chest. "Don't flatter yourself, I've been to Barcelona often. This just happens to be one of my favorite museums in town." He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

Humming to yourself, you continue walking through the museum. You can hear his footsteps not to far behind your own. Stopping, you turn to face him again. "Is there something you need?" You huffed, the more he's around you the harder it becomes to deny your attraction to him.

"You of course." There it is again, that damn grin. His gaze low as he drank up your appearance. You just stood there speechless, his words taking you by surprise. "That can't happen." You finally spoke, making a B line for the exit.

As soon as you step outside, he grabs your wrist turning you around. "Why are you so against it?" His brows were furrowed from the sun beaming in his face. "Wolf, were literally competing right now. How would that make me look if people knew I slept with the Sensei on the opposing team?" You pointed out, taking your arm from him.

"It can be out little secret." He whispered, bending down to your level. "And you can call my Xiao baby." You were becoming drunk on his words, he knew just the right thing to say. You fought a battle in your head whether to back away or let this man do unspeakably things to you. "Fvck it, why not." You gave in, a smirk creeping across his lips.

You let him go up to his hotel room first before following shortly after. Knocking on the door, it swung open and you were practically yanked into the man's room. The door clinked close and his hands were already all over you. Hands cupping your breast over your shirt while his lips devoured yours.

You run your hands across his toned torso, causing him to pull from the kiss and yank his shirt off in one swift move. Gaze falling to his bare upper half, you shiver at the sight. Everything about him was so damn sexy. "Enjoying the view?" He teases, grabbing your hands and slowly walking you back to his bed.

Falling back on the mattress, he pulls you down with him. Straddling his hips, he smiles up at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling you back down into a kiss. The way he held you felt so intimate, the way his fingers danced down your chest as he unbuttoned your blouse. Pulling it off without breaking the kiss.

He skillfully unbutton your bra in one go, throwing it to the side only to pull you closer. Your breast pressing against his bare chest sent shivers down your spine. "Let me treat your body right." He whispered in your ear before nibbling on it and pushing you to your back.

Kissing between your breast, he nipped at the flesh. "You deserve to be worshiped." He spoke against your stomach, tongue slicking down to the hem of the skirt you were wearing. His fingers hook into the sides of your skirt, slowly pulling the fabric down your legs while looking up at you.

Tossing it to the floor he kissed your pussy over the thin fabric of your lacey panties. Pushing your thighs further apart he nipped at your inner thighs as his fingers slipped past the thin fabric to feel your warmth. Looking back up at you, he took the top of the fabric between his teeth and pulled it down to your knees before fully pulling them off. Stuffing them into his pants pocket, he blows on your exposed cvnt causing you to shiver.

"No more teasing please, I need you Xiao." She mewed, bottom lip poking out in a pout. "Be patient princess, I want to savor every moment of this." His tone lowered just as he did between your thighs. Fingers gripping at the flesh when he began twirling his tongue over your cl!t. "mm yes.." you whine, hands flying down to grip onto his dark locs.

Tongue flattening over your cvnt, he gently sucked on your cl!t eyes gazing back up to you to watch how your body reacted to his touch. Your mouth was agape, eyes tightly shut as soft breathless moans escaped your lips.

He felt like heaven beneath you, every touch of his tongue to your cvnt making you want to scream out in bliss. Your eyes slowly open as you feel the bed dip beneath you. He was now hovering you, exposed completely.

Leaning back down to you, he pressed his lips back to yours, tongue slipping past your lips allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned into the kiss as he rubbed himself against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gripping the base of his cvck, he slowly pushed himself into you. You let out a breathless whimper as he bottoms out. "That's right, taking me so well pretty baby." He praised, hand falling to your hips as he swirled his hips inside you. Giving you time to adjust to him stretching you out.

Giving him a nod, he begins thrusting into you deep. He knew just how to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. Speed increasing as he loses himself to how good you feel. One hand gripping your throat, he began animalisticly pounding into you. Deep moans spewing from his pretty lips.

"god you feel so good." You moan through gritted teeth, hands reaching up to pull him down to you. "Yeah? You like that?" He chuckled against your nape as he litters it with little marks.

"Let me ride you please." You beg, hands gripping at the sheets beside you trying to keep yourself grounded as he slams into you. Without a detest, he stops his abvse to your pussy. Moving up to the head of the bed, sitting up against the head board.

His gaze was so strong, you trembled as you climb into his lap, face burning at how deep he looked into your eyes. Biting down onto your bottom lip, hands resting on his shoulder as you lower your self on to his girth. Growling as he feels you suck him in and bottom out. "Pvssy feels like it were made just for me." His fingers felt so hot against your skin as he help guide you up and down his length.

"fvck Xiao.." You moan picking up the speed as you bounce atop him, knees digging into the mattress as you steady yourself. You can hear the frame of the bed bang into the wall when his hips thrust up into you, meeting your pace. "You looks so pretty on top of me." He moaned, cvck twitching as he neared his release.

You could feel yours stirring in the pit of your stomach, lewd moans filling the room as your head falls to the side, fingers digging into his shoulders. He feels his climax about to hit, holds your hips still and fvcks up into you.

Your orgasm following shortly after just as you fall into his chest. Breathing heavy, you move forward just enough for him to slip out of you. "Might need a second round later." He chuckled, slapping your *ss when you stood from the bed.

"Don't get ahead of youself Wolf." Slipping back into your clothes, you lean over the edge of his bed, pecking his lips. "See you in the arena."

The two days went by quickly since you basically stayed in your room the entire time. You just didn't want anything further to happened between you and him.

Throwing on your gi, you meet with the students and sensei Lawrence. "Damn someone had a good time." Johnny laughed, lightly punching the girls shoulder. Furrowing your brows, you looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?" He stared at you dumbfounded. "Did you not check the mirror once before leaving your room? Your neck looks like you were attacked"

Gulping, you chuckled awkwardly pulling the top of your gi up a little more. Looking across the arena you see Wolf looking directly at you. An accomplished grin on his face.

'That cheeky little shit.' You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at him.

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itsnesss · 4 months ago

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Can you do Lawrence reader and Miguel studying turned smut and at the end when the finish before reader can get off of Miguel they are caught by an angry Johnny

𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 | miguel diaz × lawrence!fem!reader

summary | the request

warnings | smut, explicit content, fingering, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex, awkward situations, first time

word count | 2.3 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You are in your room, sitting on the floor with books scattered around you and Miguel by your side. Your legs are crossed, and every time you move a little, you brush against his. He glances at you with that smile that always manages to disarm you. You are supposed to be studying for the history exam, but the truth is you have barely retained a word of what you have read.

"So, who signed the Declaration of Independence?" Miguel asks, leaning in a little closer. His voice has a playful tone, and you know he is also losing interest in studying.

"Thomas Jefferson?" you respond, although you're not even sure. You are too distracted watching a lock of his hair fall over his forehead.

"Correct."Miguel nods, but he doesn't look at the book again. Instead, he watches you, and you feel your face heat up under his gaze. "I think you need a break".

Before you can protest, Miguel takes your hand and intertwines it with his. His touch is warm, comforting, but at the same time, it awakens something more in you.

"Maybe," you murmur, as your eyes drop to his lips.

He approaches slowly, giving you time to stop him if you wish. But you don't. When his lips finally find yours, everything else disappears. The books, the notes, even the idea that they might be discovered, all fade into the background.

The kiss intensifies, and soon both of you are lying on the carpet. His hands roam your back, and yours cling to his shirt as if you feared someone might separate you.

"Are you sure?" he whispers in your ear, his breath ragged.

You look him in the eyes and nod.

"Yes".

Miguel carefully takes you to bed, always attentive to your reactions. Between nervous laughter and caresses, they cross a line they had never explored before. The house is empty, and the silence is only broken by their sighs and soft words. It's like a dream, but one you wish would never end.

His hand glides down your leg, and with delicacy, he moves your pajamas aside. The next thing is the touch of his fingers on your skin, caressing you. The sensation is so intense that you bite your lips to avoid screaming. However, the need to express yourself is too strong, and soon a moan escapes you.

"Good?" he asks, as if the answer were obvious.

You nod, and he continues, but his fingers have barely begun. You touch your neck, your ear, as you feel your legs tense under his touch. The room blurs, and your eyes close as an orgasm overwhelms you.

Before you recover, you feel a different touch on your thighs. A soft, warm cloth that moves up your stomach and stops over your breasts. You have barely opened your eyes to see what it is when you feel his breath on your skin and his teeth nibbling your nipples. You place your hands on his shoulders, and feel how he tenses under your fingers.

His eyes are fixed on yours, as if he is about to ask for your permission for something.

And he does it.

"I want to see you," he says, with a hoarse voice and his gaze fixed on your pajamas.

Once again, you feel your face flush, but it's a sensation different from shame. You want to show him something else, something no one has seen before. And he gives you the confidence and support to do it.

You nod, your cheeks still red, and his smile is the best reward. His fingers slide up your waist and touch the hem of your shirt. He looks into your eyes, as if asking for permission, before lifting it. Your first reaction is to cover yourself, but he stops you with a gesture.

"No," he says gently. You are beautiful.

And you believe it.

Then, he takes off his shirt and lies down on top of you. The contact of his skin with yours is like a wave of heat that runs through your entire body. His eyes have an intense glow as his lips explore your throat, your shoulder... His breath is strong in your ear, and you feel him close, so close, but still not close enough.

"I want to feel you," you whisper, and you don't know if you're more surprised by your bravery or his hands on your shorts. I want you to be mine.

I want you to make me yours.

Miguel stops, as if he hadn't expected to hear that. Then, he looks you in the eyes and moves a little closer.

"Do you want us to do this?" he asks, his voice full of longing. You want to say yes, but before you have the chance, he continues. "Do you want us to sleep together?"

You look him in the eyes while the question resonates in your mind. You want to do this with him, but... Are you ready? Is it time to take this step.

You nod, unable to help it. The answer to their questions is yes. And there's no turning back. Only one path: towards him.

"So..." he says, taking a deep breath. "So, let me do it right. Tell me what you need, okay" and his eyes shine with passion.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me how you like it".

"Make me yours," you murmur, and his smile makes me feel like I can achieve anything in the world. "Make me truly yours".

And he does it, with every kiss, every caress... He does it as if you were something precious, something that deserves care and love. His fingers touch you as if they were the hands of a god, and soon you feel a need in your groin. His breath is heavy on you as his eyes never leave you. He moves his hand down, and your finger slides over your sensitive flesh.

"Here?" he asks.

"Yes" you say, with your breath increasingly agitated. "Yes..."

His finger enters you gently, slowly, but you feel it like a wave. You feel like screaming, but you don't want him to stop either, so you bite your hand to avoid it. He sees it and kisses it, his eyes locked on yours.

"More?" he whispers, and you nod. "Faster?"

"Yes..." you say, and your voice is more of a whisper than an audible response. "Yes..."

And he listens, always with his gaze on you. His fingers move faster inside you, and soon you feel a heat rising up your thighs, your stomach, until it reaches your throat. You look into his eyes at that moment, while his mouth curves into a smile. You feel that you want to do it for him too, to make him feel as good as he makes you feel.

You want to caress him, do something for him. You want him to feel it, to know that you are also capable of giving.

"What do you say if..." you begin, but stop, not knowing how to continue. "What do you say if you want...?"

"If I want what?" he asks with curiosity, his finger still inside you. And you take a deep breath before continuing to speak.

"If you want me to touch you, what should I do?" his eyes widen a little, as if he didn't expect that question. But her smile returns immediately, and it fills with mischief.

"Well, you can start by petting it" he says, moving his finger on you a little. "And then..." he stops and looks at you a bit awkwardly.

"Well, there are countless ways, you know? It depends on what he likes". "Do you want to try?" he asks, and you nod, feeling a bit curious.

Miguel pulls his fingers away from you and caresses your face. His smile is one of pride, as if you had passed a difficult test.

Then, start taking off the rest of your clothes.

"Let's do this" he says, and you can't help but let out a nervous laugh.

Both of you are naked in bed, with your legs open and your groin exposed. You feel a bit of embarrassment, but when you look into his eyes, you know he doesn't judge you. He simply desires you.

"You can start," he says, bringing his body closer to yours. You bring your fingers to his member, which throbs gently. You caress it a little and feel the soft skin under your fingers. "Like that, exactly like that" he says, closing his eyes. "Good job" and their smile fills you with confidence.

So, not knowing what to do, you bring your mouth closer to his member. He stops for a moment, surprised.

"Alright" he says, leaning over you. "You can do it".

And you do it, taking his member into your mouth. The taste is salty and pleasant, and you are surprised by the size. You want to please Miguel, so you caress him with your tongue. He moans, and his fingers clutch your hair.

"That's it," he says, breathing heavily. "Exactly like that".

So, you feel his member grow in your mouth, and when you look up, his eyes are fixed on you. His gaze is intense, full of admiration and love. And that makes you want more.

You feel their breathing becoming heavier, and you can notice the tension in their body. You stop a little before it ends.

"Good?" he says, smiling a little. Her expression is so sweet and affectionate that you feel like you're melting. "Does it seem okay to you if I make you mine?" and you nod without hesitation. "And if I tell you that I love you?"

"Yes," you reply, and he approaches you. And I love you too.

And you say it with the truth in your heart. You love Miguel truly, truly truly. And you want him to remain yours for the rest of your life.

Then, his member throbs in your crotch and slides inside you. You want to scream, but his mouth covers it with a kiss. His fingers grip your hips and lift them slightly. The touch is different from before, but it's also good. You feel his member inside you, with a close contact that makes you want to scream.

"I'm fine," you whisper in his ear. "I'm fine, don't worry about me" and his smile shines again.

He begins to move inside you, faster and faster. His fingers caress your hips, your thighs... Your skin throbs with need, and you want to feel more of him.

"Miguel..." you whisper, barely audible. "Miguel, I love you..."

His eyes shine, and he starts kissing your neck.

"And I love you too" he whispers. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." and you feel as if you were in a dream.

Then, a warmth runs down your back and you feel something approaching. But you don't stop, you want more. You want to feel that you are his.

"Make me yours, please," you say, barely audible, while you caress his back. Make me yours. Make me yours completely.

And he does it.

His breathing becomes heavier and you feel his member growing larger inside you.

"Miguel" you whisper "Please, Miguel...".

"This is..." he says, but he can't finish. His eyes widen, his face tenses. "My God!" he screams, and his member stops. "I'm..."

And you feel his ejaculation inside you, warm and soft. The touch makes your breathing heavier too, and makes you want more. You want to bring it back to your mouth, you want to make it keep tasting, but you can't move. You simply feel that pleasure fills you.

Then, you feel a wave that runs through you entirely. It's intense, strong, and makes you feel as if you're floating in the air. The sensation is indescribable, but it's something more than pleasure. It's the love, the connection, the fact of knowing that you are both united in that moment. You feel their lips on your neck, and their breath on your skin. And you know that you will never be able to forget this, you will never be able to erase this moment from your mind.

You are lying with him in your bed, covered with the sheet and with his arms wrapped around your body, his chest against your back. His fingers gently caress your arm while his breath warms your ear. You feel his erection still inside you, but you don't mind. You even feel it as something pleasurable, something that connects you to him.

"You look beautiful" he whispers in your ear, with his soft voice. "You are perfect, you are..." and he stops. Her breathing becomes a little heavier, but you don't know why. "I love you" he says, as if that were the right answer.

"I love you too" you reply, smiling, and you feel his arms tighten a little more around you.

The magic shatters abruptly when the door swings open with a yank.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

You jump as if you had been electrocuted, and Miguel barely has time to cover himself with the sheet. There is your father, with a face red with fury and bulging eyes.

"Miguel!" he shouts, pointing at him with an accusing finger. "You are my student, for God's sake! And you?"

"And you?" he turns to you, her daughter. "Is this for real?!"

"Dad, I can explain," you say quickly, but you know there's no excuse that will calm him down now.

Miguel tries to speak:

"Sensei Lawrence, I'm sorry, I didn't mean"

"Shut up!"Johnny cuts off his words with a look that could pierce steel. "Get out of this house right now before I throw you out myself!. Your mother will know about this!"

Miguel looks at you with a mixture of regret and fear before slowly getting up, taking his things, and leaving the room. You are left alone with your father, who now seems more disappointed than furious.

"What were you thinking?" he asks, his voice lower but laden with reproach.

"I don't know," you murmur, unable to look him in the eyes.

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"We'll talk about this later. For now, I don't want you to see Miguel for a long time. Understood?"

You want to protest, but you know it won't do any good. So you just nod.

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bluepallets · 1 year ago

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

Enjoy :)

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

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

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

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

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

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itsmarsss · 1 year ago

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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.”

“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

#cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #miguel diaz #miguel diaz x reader #miguel diaz imagine #miguel diaz x you #cobra kai x reader #johnny lawrence #eli moskowitz #hawk #tori nichols #mars writes #miguel diaz smut #miguel diaz x reader smut

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shelbgrey · 4 months ago

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Yes, Sensei(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Johnny wants to teach his girlfriend a few things, but they get distracted

Warrings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, kinda public sex but you're alone in the dojo, oral(F receiving), small sensei kink, dirty talk, P in V, cream pie, language, age gap couple, the words dick and pussy used.

A/n: this gif makes me feel certain things.

MasterList ML2

Y/n sighed, walking into the room where Johnny had his classes. Johnny thought if anyone was gonna teach his girlfriend any type of self defense it was gonna be him. She walked past him towards one of the matts and bent down in front of him to grab one of the larger ones.

Johnny had to do a double take when she bent down, he couldn't help but stare at the curve of her ass in those tight, black leggings. “Well, damn” he muttered to himself.

“What?” she looked over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow. She knew what she was doing as she dragged the mat over to Johnny.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew exactly what you were doing” He gave her a smirk, his blue eyes traveling every inch of her body with no shame as he helped her put down the mat.

Y/n stepped onto the mat. “And what exactly am I doing, sensei?” she asked in a teasing tone. She always had a playful mock in her tone when she called him that, not realizing what effect that actually had on him.

He stepped onto the mat as well, towering over her. “Wearing those leggings. Trying to distract me”

“Hey, that's your fault. This is all I had left to wear,” she pointed out, not revealing the fact she had plenty to wear and knew what it would do to him if she wore the leggings. “you didn't do laundry like you were supposed to”

“You know I’m not very good at remembering laundry,” Johnny stepped forward and placed his hand lightly on her waist. “You really think I’m gonna be able to teach you anything with that ass distracting me?”

“Well, don't get distracted,” y/n teased. “teach me”

“I’m trying, it's hard though” He muttered to himself, he placed his leg between hers and pushed them apart a bit, forcing her into a slightly wider stance.

Y/n wasn't listening to him, messing up the stance she put her in and did a fake side kick.

“Hey! Eyes on me”

She stopped immediately. “yes, sensei” she said, giving him a shit eating grin.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, so first you’re going to learn the stance” He positioned her, moving her hips, her feet, and her arms into the correct position.

Y/n stood in the proper stance, holding her hands up. Damn It felt good to have his rough hands brushing across her skin, adjusting her body to his will. At that moment all she wanted was for him to take her right there on that mat. Then on the other hand a smirk couldn't help but tug in her lip at the serious look on face.

“Now you’re going to try and hit me” He stood across from her in the same stance, but his arms were crossed over his chest.

She did a jokingly, dramatic ‘hi-yah’ and her hand came near him then immediately stopped. Then she just booped his nose with her index finger. “boop”

He sighed and grabbed her wrist. “Cut it with the cutesy bullshit” he said. He tried to sound serious, but he also had a hint of light heartedness in his voice. He never wanted to sound harsh or rude to her. “Come on, actually try and hit me”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “alright, alright” she got back into the stance and went to hit him, which he immediately blocked with ease. She was always fascinated and impressed how karaty was like second nature to him. And deep down watching him train or teach as class never failed to get her hot and bothered.

He easily blocked her second hit, taking her arm and turning to have her back against his chest. “That's all you’ve got, baby?”

She huffed when he turned her around. She pressed her back to his chest and put her hands on the arm he had wrapped around her. “I can do that sidekick thingy”

“That side… kick… thingy,” he rolled his eyes, but let out a deep chuckle at her choice of words. His other hand went to rest on her hip as they stood close to each other. “Which one, Baby? There’s a few”

“Hang on” y/n moved out of his grip then faced him. She stood on one foot and did a bad side kick move and did an overly dramatic karate noise. She had also lost balance immediately and fell down on the mat.

Johnny burst out laughing, unable to keep holding it in after he saw her fall. “You okay down there, y/n?”

“No, I'm in complete agony” she said sarcastically.

He knelt down in front of her, and gently tilted her chin up with his fingers. “Such a drama queen”

Y/n stuck her tongue out, making him smirk. “Oh I’m sure you could put that tongue too much better use”

“Oh, yeah?”

He moved to be over her, pressing her down against the mat with his body, his hands holding himself up to look down at her. “Yeah, I’m sure I can think of something”

“Mm, I can think of a few things” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled and bent down a bit, his lips close enough to hers that their noses were touching. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Yes, sensei” she whispered seductively and pressed her lips against his roughly. He groaned softly at the sudden kiss, his lips parting for her tounge to slide across his. His hands moved down to rest on either side of her head, his fingers digging into the mat lightly as the kiss got more heated. His tongue moved against hers, exploring her mouth slowly.

Y/n moaned softly against his lips, cupping his jaw as their tongues tangled together. She hooked one of her legs over his waist, pulling him closer. His other leg moved between her thighs, spreading them wider as he settled himself more comfortably between them. His hands tightened around her waist possessively.

“J-Johnny” she moaned softly.

Johnny moved one hand to her thigh, holding it as he pushed his hips against hers, pressing her even more into the mat. His tongue moved against her as he kissed her hungrily, moving to her neck as he spoke in a low voice. “Maybe we should continue this in the office”

“don't you want to take your girlfriend right here in the middle of your dojo, sensei Lawrence?” she teased in a teasing, seductive voice.

He growled against her neck, biting gently “You're pushing your luck, y/n,” His hand moved higher up her thigh. “And for the record, you're not exactly being very respectful to your sensei right now”

“I'm sorry, sensei” she said softly, trying to give him puppy eyes, but they were too lust full.

He groaned at her expression, moving back up to capture her lips again. “That look, that fucking look” His hand moved to cup her face, kissing her more intensely, pulling a moan from her. “You know what that does to me” His fingers trailed down her jawline. “Such a fucking brat”

He broke the kiss, panting softly as he stared down at her with darkened eyes. “You want me to show you what happens to brats in my dojo?” His voice was low and husky with restrained desire, making her look up at him with doe eyes.

He smirked at her lustful gaze, deliberately rolling his hips against hers, making her moan. “Words, Baby. I want to hear you say it,” His hand moved to grip her hair lightly, just at the nape of her neck. “Tell me exactly what you want, right here”

“Fuck me” she moaned breathlessly as her voice sounded so desperate and needy. She gripped his biceps tight to prove her point.

His eyes darkened even further at her words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He pulled her hair slightly, tilting her head back as he kissed her roughly. “That's it. Ask your sensei to fuck you in the middle of the dojo”

Y/n moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. “P-please,” she moaned desperately, submitting to him. “please fuck me, Sensei, r-right here” she begged and stuttered.

He smirked wickedly at her desperate plea as he ground his hips against hers teasingly. “Such a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging your sensei to fuck you right here”

“J-Johnny”

He silenced her with a hard kiss, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. “Shut up and spread your legs, brat. I'm gonna give you what you need” He commanded harshly, his hands moving to her knees and pushing them apart roughly.

Y/n's head fell back against the mat as she spread her legs for him. She was so desperate for him, soaking wet through the black leggings that covered the part of her body that needed him most.

He looked down at her spread legs, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her soaked leggings. He reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down roughly, revealing her pink lace panties. “Fuck, you're soaked”

Y/n's breath hitched as she arched her hips up to help him get her leggings off. Johnny tugged them off completely, tossing them aside. He let out a low groan as he gazed at the damp spot on her panties. “Look at that, you're dripping for me already, aren't you?” His fingers traced the damp lace teasingly.

Y/n moaned desperately, her head falling back against the mat. “y-yes, sensei”

He growled possessively at her response, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down as well. He tossed them aside, leaving her completely bare and exposed before him. "Fucking hell, baby”

“J-Johnny” she moaned softly and desperately.

Johnny looked up at her with a wicked grin, his hands gripping her inner thighs and spreading her legs even wider. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over her exposed center. “You want my mouth on this pretty little pussy, don't you?”

“Y-yes!” y/n moaned.

He chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking out to taste her, making her gasp. He groaned at her flavor, diving in and eating her out like a starving man. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her. “so fucking sweet”

She threw her head back against the mat in pleasure. She gripped his hair, arching her hips up. “j-Johnny!” she cried out louder.

He sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue against it rapidly as he ate her out. His nose buried in her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust as he saw her gripping his hair and arching her hips. “Fuck, baby”

He groaned, hooking her leg over his shoulder, giving him even better access to her pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slid a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot.

“Fuck, J-Johnny!”

He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her as he continued to suck on her swollen nub. He could feel her getting closer, her inner walls trembling around his fingers. He growled possessively against her, sending vibrations through her sensitive flesh.

“Johnny, I'm close!”

He doubled his efforts, sucking harder and curling his fingers deeper, determined to make her cum undone. His other hand gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he held her tight against his face. “Don't hold back, baby. Cum all over my face. Show me what I do to you”

“Johnny!” she cried out, cumming on his tongue.

He groaned in satisfaction as he felt her cumming, the taste of her filling his mouth. He continued to lap at her, prolonging her climax until she was trembling and sensitive. Finally, he pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her juices. He climbed up her body, his hard dick pressing against her stomach. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his mouth. He broke the kiss to look down at her, his eyes full of desire and possession. “You taste so fucking good, baby”

Y/n moaned against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. He could feel his release getting closer just from the intimacy of holding her like this. He nudged her legs apart with his knees, settling himself between her thighs once more.

“N-need you” y/n mumbled desperately, tugging at his sweatpants.

He quickly pulled his sweatpants down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt, too desperate to be inside her. He grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her wet folds. “You need me where, baby?”

“You know where I need you”

He smirked, unable to resist teasing her even in his desperation. “Oh, you mean right here?” He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me exactly what you want”

“P-please, Johnny,” she arched her hips up, desperate for some friction and needing him closer. “I need you inside me”

His control snapped at her plea. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her in one swift motion, not even giving her a second to adjust before he started pounding into her. “Fuck, you're so tight!” He grunted, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

“Johnny!” she gasped, digging her nails into his back and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He grunted as he felt her nails digging into his back, the slight pain only adding to his pleasure. He leaned down to capture her lips in a messy, aggressive kiss as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, their bodies slamming together as she moaned against his lips. Her tongue with his roughly as she raked her nails down his back. “You feel so fucking good, baby”

He hissed at the stinging pain of her nails on his back, but it only spurred him on. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up slightly and changing the angle of his thrusts so that he was hitting her deeper with each pump of his hips. “Come on, baby”

“J-John,” y/n gasped, tugging at his hair. “Johnny, I'm close!” she moaned desperately.

He groaned at her desperate cries, he redoubled his efforts, feeling his own climax barreling towards him. He gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her feverishly as he chased their mutual pleasure. “Come for me, y/n. Cum all over my cock, baby”

She gasped, throwing her head back in pleasure. The pressure of the overwhelming orgasm made her eyes roll back as she dug my nails into his back. “Fuck, Johnny!” she cried out, cumming on his cock.

He moaned at the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him, he lost it. With a loud grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her, making her moan as his hot seed filling her up as he continued to thrust into her spasming cunt, prolonging his orgasm. “Fuck!”

As the final waves of pleasure subsided, Johnny collapsed on top of y/n, both of them panting heavily. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin. “Holy shit, that was intense” He murmured, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.

Y/n suddered, trying to catch her breath as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He held her close, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. For a moment, he just stayed there, enjoying the afterglow and the warmth of her body pressed against his. “You okay, baby?” He asked softly, his voice rough from exertion.

“I'm great,” she smiled softly.

He grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling out of her slowly. He winced slightly as he felt their combined juices leak out of her. “Damn, that's a mess” He chuckled, looking down at the sticky substance on his cock and her inner thighs.

“Your fault,” she joked softly. She shifted her legs slightly, feeling her skin stick to the training mat slightly.

He snorted and shook his head, a playful smirk on his face. “Yeah, well, can't say I regret a second of it” He stood up, admiring y/n's flushed and sated form sprawled out on the mat.

“mhm” she hummed, stretching.

He grabbed a towel from the nearby equipment shelf and crouched down next to her, gently wiping the sticky residue from her inner thighs. It made her moan softly as the soft material made contact with her sensitive core. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation - they'd just had sex on the training mat like a couple of animals.

He saw her wince and moan softly as he cleaned her up, and he couldn't resist teasing her a little. He slowly dragged the towel between her thighs, watching her face contort with sensitivity. “Damn, you're so sensitive now”

“Usually how it works,” she said softly and sarcastically.

He barked out a laugh at her sassy response, shaking his head as he finished wiping her down. “Smartass” He tossed the towel aside and stretched out beside her on the mat, propping himself up on an elbow to gaze down at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Just admiring my handiwork” He grinned, reaching out to run a finger along her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, and over her flat stomach. His touch was light and teasing, but also possessive.

“Of course, why wouldn't you?” she rolled my eyes playfully.

He chuckled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her stomach, his breath warm against her skin. “Because I just fucked you stupid on the training mat, and now I get to bask in the afterglow of knowing I made you feel that good”

Y/n smirked. “I guess you're right.You did make me feel pretty good” she teased, but told nothing but the truth.

He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked back. “‘Pretty good’?” He quoted, his fingers splaying out over her stomach possessively. “You make it sound like it was nothing special” He pretended to pout.

“I think the mess on your dick and the training mat says enough” y/n teased.

He burst out laughing at her comment, shaking his head in amusement. “Fuck, you're something else, you know that?” He said as he leaned down to press a firm kiss to her lips. “But you're right, the mess speaks for itself”

“But, yes... You were amazing”

He smiled warmly at her praise, his heart swelling with affection for this stubborn, sassy woman. “And you were incredible, as always,” He murmured against her lips, his voice filled with adoration. “I don't know what I'd do without you, Baby”

To that, y/n lifted her head and gave him a soft, quick kiss on the lips. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek possessively. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes searching hers intensely. “I love you, okay? I know I don't say it enough, but I fucking love you so much it hurts sometimes”

Y/n looked into his blue eyes, smiling lovingly. “I love you too”

He held her gaze for a moment longer before speaking. “Say it again,” He whispered, his voice hoarse. “I need to hear it one more time today” He murmured, his thumb rubbing her cheek gently.

“I love you, Sensei Lawrence,” she said, giving him a cute smile.

A dopey grin spread across his face. “Goddamn, that's still hot when you call me Sensei” He said with a chuckle, nuzzling against her neck.

Y/n chuckled softly, running my fingers through his hair, making him hum contentedly. He leaned in, nuzzling into her touch. They lay there for a while longer, basking in the post-coital glow and the warm feelings that had grown between them. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her again, his expression turning more serious. “Hey, y/n?”

“hm?”

He carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression thoughtful. “Being with you, it makes me want to be a better man. To be worthy of you” His voice carried a very rare vulnerability.

“You are worthy” she said softly, cupping his jaw and gently rubbing his cheek.

He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful every fucking day” He opened his eyes again, looking at her with unabashed love and adoration.

“You're such a big softy after sex” y/n teased lovingly.

He scoffed, but a soft smile tugged at his lips. “Shut up,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You bring out this mushy shit in me. I can't help it” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Definitely not complaining”

He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. “You know what else you make me want to do after sex?” He asked mischievously, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.

“What?”

He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered. “Order a huge pizza. I'm fucking starving after that workout” He gave a playful wink, his stomach rumbling loudly as if on cue to emphasize his point.

Y/n scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “such a romantic thing to say to your girlfriend after sex”

He chuckled and shrugged unapologetically. “Hey, I'm a simple man. Food and a beautiful woman, that's all I need,” He grinned, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before sitting up and stretching lazily. “Is Pepperoni okay?”

Y/n sat up from the mat, putting her shirt back on. “yeah, sounds good”

He pulled on his own shirt, a well-worn white t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, before pulling out his phone to place the order. “Alright, pizza will be ready in 15. We'll pick it up on the way home” He said, putting his phone in his pocket.

Y/n reached over for her leggings and pulled them on. “m'kay”

He watched as she pulled on her leggings, admiring her legs appreciatively. “Fuck, you in those leggings, almost as good as seeing you out of them,” He teased with a mischievous grin, grabbing his jacket off the floor. “Almost”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she pulled her converse back on and tied them. She stood up from the mat and pecked him on the lips. “your gonna need to do deep cleaning on the mat before your next class”

He cracked a grin as he surveyed the disheveled state of the training mat, his mind still fuzzy from the afterglow. “Eh, I'll get to it later. Priorities, Baby” He winked at her, pulling her in for one last tight hug.

“I'm serious, bleach, holy water, I don't care just clean it,” she gave him a playful glare. “I won't be able to look Hawk or Miguel in the eyes if they used that same mat after we did what we did”

He burst into laughter, pulling her closer and kissing the tip of her nose. “Alright, alright, you're right. I'll get it done before my next class. Happy?” His hands found their way to cup her ass through the leggings. “Though I gotta admit, it was totally worth it”

She went to swat his hand away, but he caught her wrist in his hand, pulling her closer with a cocky smirk. “Hey now, none of that. You were just as into it as I was,” He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck. “And don't act like you didn't enjoy getting a private lesson from your sensei”

A small shiver went down her spine and her cheeks went red at the way he whispered the last part in her ear. He immediately noticed her reaction and chuckled, his grip on her wrist tightening affectionately. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Alright, let's go get that pizza. I'm fucking starving” He led her out of the dojo, still holding her wrist in his hand.

#Johnny Lawrence #Johnny Lawrence smut #Johnny Lawrence Imagines #Johnny Lawrence x reader #Man that gif is hot #Cobra kai #Cobra Kai smut #Cobra Kai x reader

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extinctlesspains · 5 months ago

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Not rlly a request but do you think Kwon would let his gf top (like riding)

He doesn’t strike me as a sub so I feel like he would do it to watch her struggle taking him and tease her 🤭🤭

𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊!!

Kwon would let his girlfriend top AS A REMINDER that he's always going to be the top.

I feel like he would do it to tease and teach you to shut up and stop complaining about him going too slow or something. If you say something like "Go faster Kwon," He'll stop and make you ride him saying, "okay love, go ahead. Go your own speed." And as soon as he sees you slowing down on his cock he'll laugh and degrade you.

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤

"Kwon please-" you gasp and squirm under his hot touch as he slowly thrusts into your swollen cunt. He laughs at your pathetic phase, grabbing your chin to make you stare at him. "Oh dont be complaining baby..." Kwon said, his tip hitting a sensitive spot in your cunt that makes you grip onto the sheets for dear life.

"Kwon! There-" Your demands sent him over the edge. One second your beneath him and the next, he flips you over so your on top.

"Go ahead baby, do what you want." You widen your eyes, baffled by his bold action. "What- but-"

"Ride me before I leave you with no orgasm." He stared up at you with a clenched jaw. His dark and fierce eyes burned into yours before you knew it you were riding him, slowly. "Faster baby cmon..." He threw your words back at you. You looked away, embarrassed by his degradation.

He laughed in your face, grabbing your left cheek and making you face him. "Not so easy?" He teased while tilting his head. "Are you going to shut up and let me do my job?" You nodded, slowing down. "Good girl." He whispered and put a light peck on your cheek before flipping you again and pounding into you.

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uniicorns-arereall · 4 months ago

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what it feels like trying to scroll through a dead fanbases tag, hoping for any new fic even though no one’s posted to it in over a year 😞:

#mighty ducks x reader #dc x reader #wally west x reader #miguel diaz x reader #cobra kai #fanfic #smut #adam banks #guy germaine #mighty ducks #ahs #hazbin hotel #jack schlossberg x reader #evan peters #obx fic #rafe obx #obx fanfiction #outer banks

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awritessomething · 1 year ago

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 | robby keene x fem!reader

Requests Masterlist

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | A Miyagi-Do member tried to make a move on Robby Keenes girlfriend. He didn’t let it happen, now she’s showing him how grateful she is for his protection.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut, pre-established relationship, use of Y/N, protective!robby, oral m!receiving, handjob, swearing, public sex, taller!robby (bc Tanner is 5’7), brief harassment

Y/N was at her locker at school. She was trying to grab one of her books from the shelf in her locker. She reached up and that’s when she felt a hand on her ass. Assuming it was Robby, she just slowly turned. It was not her boyfriend, it was one of the new members of Miyagi-Do.

“Ew- get off of me!” She hissed and shoved the boy away from her. The boy didn’t leave though. He tried to move back towards her. That was when she heard a voice she would recognize any day. The voice of Robby Keene.

“Hey! Back off!” Robby shouted. Both of them turned their heads to look at him. It seemed like this harasser knew who he was. He was scared. The boy immediately stepped away from Y/N. That didn’t seem to satisfy Robby though. “The fuck were you about to do, hm?” He got in the boys face, eyes narrowing.

“Sorry, I didn’t know-”

“You’re not supposed to be doing that anyways. Get outta here.” Robby growled and shoved the boy away, making his back hit the wall. Usually a fight would’ve started, but the boy had common sense. He knew what was the smarter option. He scurried off.

Y/N grabbed onto her boyfriends arm and pulled him to her side. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course. You ok?” He asked softly. Robby Keene was supposed to be one of the meanest out there, but with her, he was the nicest. His eyes were locked on her, filled with love and concern.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Robby stood at her side as she got her books, then he walked her to class. She was already a bit late. Robby’s next class was on the other side of the school, but it wasn’t really like he cared.

“Ill see you at lunch?” Y/N asked, leaning on the door of her classroom. Robby nodded. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before going into her class. Lunch was the next block.

The class seemed shorter than usual, although it was 80 minutes long. The second it was over, Y/N was on her way to go and find Robby. Instead of going to the cafeteria, she went right to his locker. He was a bit confused, but of course he was happy to see her.

“Come.” She took his hand. Robby bit the inside of his cheek and then closed his locker before following her. She spent a little while just talking to him about class, which he listened to. That was because she was waiting for the halls to clear out.

Once the halls were nearly empty, she tugged him right into the nearby janitors closet.

“What are we doing in here?”

“I just wanna thank you.” Y/N looked up at him and put her hand on his chest, pushing him over to the shelf. Robby looked down at her, brows knit together. He wouldn’t try to stop her, since it was what he wanted anyways. She tugged off his belt and then put it on the shelf.

Looking up at Robby, she pushed down his jeans. He clenched his jaw and his breath hitched as her hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes closed and he pushed up his hips slightly.

“Fuck- we’re gonna make a mess in here, Y/N.”

“I can swallow.” Y/N reminded him casually. He let out a groan at that. She narrowed her eyes and then pulled her hand off of him. She reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties, shoving the lacy material into his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he looked at her. “You were being loud.” She smiled innocently and continued to jerk him off.

His eyes rolled back and he closed his eyes just for a moment. He heard her knees hit the floor and felt her hand let go of his cock.

Leaning forward, Y/N pressed a soft kiss to his tip. He bit down on her panties and let out a muffled groan. Her lips wrapped around him and her tongue swirled, pressing up against the veins of his cock.

Her hands fondled his balls, massaging them and urging him to cum soon. He didn’t want to though. His ego was a bit too big to let him cum so fast. Y/N took him fully into her mouth now, putting in more effort to take him all the way. She gagged on his cock.

The thick tip of his cock hit against the back of her throat. Saliva coated him completely. Her jaw was aching from how she kept it open to avoid her teeth grazing over him. Robby was a tough guy, but even he had some sensitive spots.

His hand went to the back of her head, gently guiding her movements. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him, causing his cock to twitch in her mouth.

Robby’s muscles flexed and his abs rolled before he subconsciously bucked his hips up. Her nose hit his abdomen and she furrowed her brows and her eyes closed. With a few more rolls of his hips, he came.

“Fuck-!” Robby let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolling back. Y/N swirled her tongue around him a few more times, urging him to give her more before she pulled off. A string of saliva connected them. She smiled and swallowed his cum before getting up to her feet.

“Good?” She asked softly, looking up as she pulled her panties out of his mouth. Robby cleared his throat and swallowed.

“Very. Lemme just…” Robby trailed off and pushed the pair of panties into his pocket. She knit her brows together.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping these. Thanks for the gift,” Robby leaned down and kissed her before stepping out of the storage closet. Y/N wiped her lips and then followed a moment later.

#cobra kai #cobra kai smut #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #robby keene #robby Keene smut #robby keene x reader #netflix

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cades-outsider · 1 year ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Young Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: NSFW

NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Younger Johnny definitely has no clue what aftercare is at first. He's not used to affection and receiving love, over time you'll start to show him how important aftercare is to both of you. After that, his go to aftercare would be making sure you use the bathroom after sex, cleaning you up, then cuddling naked until you both fall asleep.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) Your boobs for sure, that's the first thing he looks at, more like gawks at. While in missionary he'll use each hand for each boob to hold on to, he's so gentle because he doesn't want to hurt you.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He doesn't have a preference, although the thought of cumming in you is very appealing to him, he doesn't know what he'd do with a kid while he's a teenager.

D= Dirty Secret (Johnny's dirty secret) Johnny really wants to make love to you in his car, it's a wonder it hasn't happened yet. He wouldn't admit it, but he's kind of nervous to even ask and he doesn't know when or how to approach the topic.

E= Experience (How experienced is Johnny) He definitely doesn't know much especially if you were his first, but he knows a lot from his imagination that he just uses on you. Though he makes it seem like he's more experienced for the first time you both have sex.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) Definitely missionary, he's a simple teenage hormonal boy who likes to get the full view of his girl while he makes her take his cock.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Not really, he tends to be more serious during sex, especially if it's a very romantic and intimate moment with you, then he's the opposite of rough or goofy.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Definitely. Johnny will pretty much always have the mindset that it's more manly to have hair down there. But he did experiment when you first got together, he tried shaving incase you decided to have sex or go down on him, but he quickly decided it wasn't for him.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Johnny during the moment) Johnny isn't very romantic, but that doesn't mean he isn't sweet during sex. He cares about his pleasure, but he also has the need to make sure you're taken care of. Now, if it's a special day (anniversary or valentines), then he'll be more romantic. Rose petals around the bed, some pretty candles lit up... if you're both alone at his mom and stepdads house, then he'll even run you both a bubble bath afterwards. He truly cares about you, and while he may have a hard time expressing it, he still tries for you.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Johnny does it all the time, when he's not busy with you or karate of course. But if there's no possible way to get off then he'll get off by the thought of you or some of your Polaroid pictures he has.

K= Kink (How kinky is Johnny) Johnny is not kinky. He's more caring and careful during sex, but there has been moments when he's jealous or angry and he takes it out on you, but he would never hurt you physically. He does like to lightly wrap his hands around your neck, and he loves to slap your ass and dig his nails into your hips while you ride him, but never beyond that.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Johnny's favorite place to have sex is in his room, where no one can distract either of you. He doesn't like the idea of being in public and having sex, but if he needed a quickie or something made him jealous, then that would quickly change.

M= Motivation (What gets Johnny going) Your mouth really gets him going. The way you subtly bite your lip while you're working on homework, or the way your lipgloss makes them more noticeable. It turns him on so much and he can't help but imagine your lips wrapped around his cock.

N= No (A turn off, something Johnny would never do) He would never bring hitting into sex, with how he's treated by his sensei and his step dad, he wouldn't want that pain or trauma inflicted on you, even if you gave him consent to do so.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He loves both, but he loves receiving more because of the way you treat him and how you respect his body. You take care of his wants and he doesn't want that to go away.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) Johnny can be both. While he's mainly sweet and sensual in the moment, he can also be very rough and fast. Especially if he sees you around Daniel or any other boy for that matter. He wouldn't tell you who you couldn't hang out with, but he would make it known that he didn't like Daniel talking to you, and if Daniel didn't take the hint, then Johnny would make it known that you were his.

Q= Quickie (Johnny's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He is always up for a quickie, he would never turn one down. Johnny likes to take his time with you, but that doesn't mean he won't fuck you in such a hurry that you can't speak. You could be anywhere and say you were mildly horny, and he would rush you into the nearest bathroom.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) Johnny is definitely a risk taker. If you asked him to try new things then he would for you, but never anything physically harming. You could easily persuade him to do anything for you, except, inflicting physical pain on either of you.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) Johnny can go pretty long, well, he prefers to take his time with you. The most he could last would probably be an hour, with a lot of foreplay leading up to actually fucking.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Not really. He prefers for you to use him, hence, you to use his mouth and cock how you like. He would never say no to trying toys, but he just likes the feel and taste of you without them.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) Johnny loves to tease you, matter of fact- he constantly does it. He loves to drag out the process, touching you inch by inch, making you beg for his cock before giving you even his fingers. Every time he does it and you whine, he just gives you that same cocky smirk with the comment “what? Can’t take it?”

V= Volume (How loud is Johnny during the moment) Johnny is rarely loud. He gives the occasional grunts, groans, and slight whimpers- but he’s more of a touchy person, so he’d be digging his nails into your hips and grabbing all over you before he’s moaning constantly.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Johnny) Johnny has always wanted to lean you over his motorcycle and fuck you raw. When he’s alone and you’re nowhere to be found, he jerks off to the thought of you letting him fuck you raw as he has you bent over his motorcycle. He doesn’t like the idea of it being so out in the open, but honestly, if you were to say yes, he would lose all self-control.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) Johnny is a solid 6 inches. He’s not too big, but not too small. He has a good girth too, which really adds to it.

Y= Yearning (How high is Johnny's sex drive) His sex drive is pretty high. If you’d let him, he would probably fuck you every day, twice a day. But on the days that he is extremely horny, he cums quicker. Thus, making it easier for him to fuck you multiple times a day.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Johnny fall asleep afterwards) Johnny doesn’t fall asleep right away, he makes sure you’re taken care of before he knocks out. He’ll usually clean you up right after and then hold you close to his chest, rubbing your lower back as you talk about random stuff before finally falling asleep.

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This was like heavily requested soooo here you go!!!

#wattpad #robby keene #cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #x reader #smut #hawk imagine #eli hawk moskowitz #robbykeenexreadersmut #johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #karatekidxreader #daniel larusso x reader #foryou #x female reader

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meracyn · 6 months ago

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heyyy could u write a one shot of kwon x reader where they weren't able to see each other for months (reader travelled to a different country and he had to go to the tournament) but reader finally had the chance to go to the sekai taikai and surprises him? maybe suggestive ;) But fluff is ok too, thank youn!

UNSPOKEN DESIRES || kwon jae-sung

a/n: LMAOOO SNEAKY ANON but yk what ill do it (hes too fine). crazy how i wrote the bf hcs of him yesterday and now i got 3 reqs lmao, not complaining tho. also i want to find good icons to put on my kwon reqs but I CANT CHOOSE,,

warnings; SUGGESTIVE, cursing (only like..once), uhh thats all i think

Kwon stood up along with the rest of the Cobra Kai members, barely paying attention to the announcements being said at the moment— too deep in thought— thoughts of you.

The past few months were hard. Not just for him, for you too. You had to travel to another country for a while due to a family emergency regarding a very ill relative. Although you both facetimed and texted everyday, the distance was still there. It wasn’t the same.

The Sekai Taikai was able to get Kwon to focus on the tournament, but even so it wasn’t enough. His mind kept drifting off to you. He never thought your absence would affect him that much, but ever since you told him you had to stay there longer, he felt the ache in his chest deepen with each passing day. He probably wouldn’t say it out loud, but he missed you. A lot.

As everyone was allowed to leave, Kwon let out a sigh, head tilted a bit low as he walked with the rest of his dojo. What was up with him? He won every match he had, why did it not fuel him up with satisfaction anymore? Even messing around with other dojos wasn’t becoming as fun. It frustrated him.

“Hey, wanna go with us to a bar nearby later?” Yoon went up to him, slightly nudging his shoulder with his elbow.

Kwon snapped out of his thoughts, and stopped walking. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea, he could forget about the emptiness in his heart. “..Sure, why not. I could use some distraction.” He replied. Without saying anything else, he walked away.

· · ·

You let out a sigh of relief after managing to get inside the building where the tournament was being held. You may or may not have lied your way in by saying you were one of Cobra Kai’s backups and Sensei Kim requested you come here as an emergency.

Those at the desk were a bit skeptical, but thankfully didn’t question any further and let you pass.

You walked past the big hallways, trying to think where the rooms were, thinking he was probably resting. You couldn’t wait to see him again— his eyes, his hair, that stupid yet charming smirk he had on his face.

Suddenly, you passed by a teenage guy scrolling through his phone. Maybe he knew Kwon, it was worth asking.

“Uh..excuse me,” You started, a bit nervous as you walked up to him. “Do you know the room number Kwon Jae-Sung is staying in?”

Demetri looked up, an eyebrow raised at the..random question. Out of all the questions you could have asked, this one didn’t cross his mind. He glanced around the room, noticing how it was only you and him. “I don’t think..I can give out that information.” He replied.

“Oh, no. It’s not like that—” You said quickly. “I’m his partner. I wanted to see if he’s okay.”

“Partner?” Demetri repeated. “As in, sparring partner? Then you should kn—”

“No!” You exclaimed, interrupting him. You cleared your throat before continuing, “I meant..I’m his partner..romantically.”

“Oh. That makes sense.” Demetri said, before nodding slightly. He leaned in to whisper the room number, then sat back down. “I’m sure he’s doing very fine.. but that’s the number.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Relief washed over you, as you quickly left, going to the elevators.

Demetri watched as you left, before his eyes widened. “Wait. What if they’re not his partner?”

· · ·

Kwon got out of the elevator, laughing along with his team members who were all drunk and held onto each other for support.

Being at the bar did help him be distracted for a while, drinking along while the rest were doing bets on who could drink the most without getting drunk at all.

“Hey, why don’t we go out again for some more fun? It isn’t too late,” One of them suggested.

“Not a bad idea. Let’s go,— Kwon, you comin’?”

“Nah, I’m good. You guys go ahead.” He said. The others left, leaving him alone.

He opened the door to his room, shutting it behind him and turned on the lock. Walking over to his bed, he began to take off his shirt and draped a towel around his waist. Just as he was going to enter the shower, a finger tapped on his shoulder.

As he turned around, he was taken by surprise.

You were standing there, with a mischievous smile.

How did you get in his room? Was he dreaming? Was he too tired after training? Did he drink too much? Did he—

“I got you~!” You said with a chuckle.

He couldn’t feel his heartbeat— he couldn’t believe it. You were here, in front of him. After months of longing, of only talking through a screen, you were standing right there, your bodies’ mere inches away from the other. Without thinking, he closed the distance between you two, pulling you into his arms.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he mumbled into your hair, his fingers tracing the curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your body against his.

You laughed softly, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

“Yeah..and you did,” He replied. “but now that you’re here..” His eyes trailed over your body up and down, voice low. The tension built between you both was obvious, the look in his eyes said it.

His lips twitched into a smirk, pulling you close to him again, “Tell me my love, did you miss me a lot?” He asked, in a teasing yet flirtatious tone.

“Maybe, who knows?” you mumbled, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Want to find out?”

Kwon didn’t reply, his lips crashing on yours as his hands instinctively held onto your waist. The kiss deepened, hinting at the need that every inch of his body begged for. It was obvious to you—he wanted more.

Your fingers went up his chest, your other hand pulling him even closer to you–if that was possible.

He pulled away for a second, as your eyes met. His dark eyes were full of lust, but also shone with a hint of mischief. Before you knew it, Kwon leaned in again, kissing your jaw and trailing down to your collarbone. Removing a hand that was on your hip, he held onto your leg, lifting it up as you curled it around his waist.

Kwon kept kissing your body, the sounds that left your lips only fueling his desire. He had your back pressed against the wall, and began to take off your shirt.

“Fuck..” He silently cursed to himself as he looked up to see your expression— cheeks red as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Looking like a mess, how cute. And just for me, right?”

You nodded frantically, wanting him to stop teasing and continue.

Knowing you were desperate, Kwon chuckled. “Don’t worry love, after so many months apart, I’m not done with you just yet.”

HELP I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED I FEEL LIKE I DID SO BAD ON THIS 💀 well it was definitely interesting to do lol..time to work on those other requests now

#cobra kai #kwon x reader #kwon jae sung x reader #kwon jae sung #uh..would it count as a bit of smut lmao #kwon jae sung x female reader #kwon jae sung x male reader #ck #kwon jae sung x gn! reader #gotta give the bros some fics too #SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE SUGGESTIVE ALERT #once again #suggestive #oneshot #meracyn #idk how i feel abt this lmao #THE TITLE SOUNDS SO SMUTTY #might re edit 💀

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