#axel kovacevic

[brookediamonds]

Can I request an Axel x reader during the tournament where cobra kai jumps the reader and Axel gets all protective about who did this and then gets paired against cobra kai in the tag in fight and Zara also is reader's bestie so Axel tells her what happened so when they fight cobra kai they beat the crap out of them and after Axel says stay away from my girl?

karma is my boyfriend | Axel Kovačević x Fem! Reader

Summary: You're taking a midnight stroll on the beach when you come across another team that takes advantage of you wondering alone, and you being apart of the best team, only means one thing: You must be take down.

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: Violence (fighting), cursing, Axel gets PISSED

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You tossed and turned in your spot, unable to shake off the day you've had. The nerves of the Sekai Taikai were consuming you, this would be your first tournament ever apart of the Iron Dragons dojo and with being apart of the number one dojo in the world, came the pressure of staying number one.

"Ugh!" You grumbled kicking the sheets off your body. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you slip your sandals on and pull on one of your boyfriend's hoodies.

Your finger hovers over the phone icon, contemplating if you should call Axel or knock on his room that was across from yours.

"Better not," you mumble locking your screen. He was your strongest fighter, he needed his sleep. You didn't need to wake him up just because you're getting the pre-fight jitters.

Quietly making your way out of your room, you head downstairs and step outside for some fresh air.

As you scanned your surroundings, you notice you're only a couple feet away from one of beaches of Barcelona, the sand calling your name.

This was perfect, you could walk along the soft sand, listen to the crashing waves and clear your head.

The salt air envelops your senses, the gentle breeze blowing through you.

It was calming, and relaxing, just what you needed.

Until you heard disruptive male laughter. Barely glancing back, you can see from the corner of your eye it's a group of boys wearing black bomber jackets, falling into one another as they trailed behind you.

You fasten your pace just a bit more, attempting to stay on track back to the hotel, hoping they wouldn't mess with you.

But you were wrong.

"Heyyy," one of the boys calls out. "You look familiar!"

Keeping your head straight, you continue to walk faster, ignoring the burning feeling in your calves as you tried to go as quick as you could in the sand.

"Hello, we're talking to you!" He shouts.

Two boys suddenly come into your view, a look of amusement upon their faces.

"Pretty rude, not to say hi back," a boy with dark swept up hair says, his Korean accent strong.

You don't make eye contact with him nor speak a word, internally praying they'd get bored of your silence and leave you alone.

"I'm talking to you," he seethes stopping in front of you, making you bump into his chest.

"Just leave me alone," you beg attempting to walk around him only for him to step in front of you again.

"Oh, you are Iron Dragons!" He smiles cockily. "The number one dojo in the world."

You huff moving again, only for his friend to step in front of you two making you look up at them through wide eyes. Turning slightly, you see there's two other boys behind you, the team completely surrounding you.

"Let's see how good you really are, hmm?" their captain suggests, taking a step closer to you. Your heart pounded in your chest, a sense of adrenaline beginning to fill through you.

"Seriously, if you don't leave me alone–" you begin to say when he strikes you across the face making you fall to your knees.

"Little girl can't even defend!" he barks out a laugh. You wince pressing the tender spot below your eye, before using your advantage of being on the ground.

You lean on your left knee, kicking your right leg back sending your foot straight into his stomach causing him to double over.

His friends are quick to sweep you up, each of them standing on either side of you, grasping your arms to keep you from running anywhere.

"Five against one? Really?" You narrow your eyes at the captain who stood up straight again, catching his breath.

"No," exhales sharply, a darkness glazing over his brown eyes. "Just me."

He makes sure to kick you hard in the stomach, doubling the pain you caused him, sending you back against the boys that held you as you gasped for air from the hard blow.

"You're gonna regret this," you choke out, your voice hoarse.

He gives you an evil smirk. "We will see about that."

He sends his fist straight into your mouth, tossing your head back as the blood trickled from your upper lip.

"Kwon," a slender boy, just a little taller than the angry boy steps forward laying a hand on his shoulder before he aggressively shrugs his hand off.

"No!" Kwon shouts in his face. "She disrespected me, now she pays."

Kwon pivots, sending his left foot across your face again, hitting your temple this time. Spots erupt through your vision, the two boys in front of you starting to look blurry.

The two boys holding you up, straighten you out again as Kwon sends one last kick straight into your ribs causing you to fall forward into the sand no longer able to stand up.

Kwon squats down before you, forcefully pulling your head up by your hair, you wince feeling his fingers tighten in your scalp.

"See you at tournament," Kwon taunts you before releasing his grip on you.

Your body is tense and shaking when the group of boys walk away, your head pounding, lips swollen and pulsating from the punches.

It's hard to breathe, hard to stand, you're internally struggling to pick yourself up from the grains beneath you.

A couple minutes pass before you're able to lift yourself off the ground, and be able to stand on your own two feet.

You wipe the maroon-red liquid dripping from your upper lip, hissing at the sharp pain. Putting one foot in front of the other, you slowly make your way back to the hotel.

It takes all of your energy to not pass out on the streets of Barcelona, your feet are dragging as you enter the quiet establishment, luckily there's hardly anybody in the lobby.

You hastily make your way to the elevators, punching the number to your floor. Grabbing the extra key card you held in your pockets, you decide you don't want to be alone tonight.

Carefully, you unlock Axel's room and silently make your way inside the pitch black room.

Pulling his jacket over your head, you remove your sandals, and pull the covers back gently, your boyfriend turning over in his place, eyes still closed.

"Is that you, ljubavi?" Axel's sweet accent meets your ears, his voice low and tired from sleep.

"Just me," you say quietly as you climbed in next to him. His long arm wraps around you, tugging you into his chest, your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

You breathe in his warm scent, the smell of his body wash still lingering off him. You try not to pay any attention to the pain radiating over your body, but focus on the sound of your boyfriends steady breathing, pulling you into a somber.

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"Y/n."

The stern tone behind Axel's voice when he says your name jolts you awake, your heart starting to beat rapidly.

His hands have grabbed the sides of your face, his blue orbs scanning the fresh bruises and wounds across your skin.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Axel questions as you try and focus on your breathing. Flashbacks of last night resurface to your memory, the soreness in your abdomen reminding you of what had happened.

You swallow thickly, throat dry as you shift beneath Axel’s piercing gaze. His grip is firm yet gentle, his thumbs grazing over your cheeks as if afraid to hurt you further.

The weight of last night presses against your chest, making it difficult to find the right words.

"I—" Your voice cracks, and you wince, suddenly aware of the dull throbbing in your ribs as you attempt to sit up in your place.

Axel’s jaw clenches, his fingers tensing against your skin.

"Ljubavi…" His voice is softer now, but laced with restrained anger. "Tell me."

You look away, ashamed. It wasn’t like you lost in a fair fight, no, they ambushed you. Five against one. You were a fighter, but even you had your limits.

"I went for a walk last night," you start, voice barely above a whisper. "Needed to clear my head before the tournament."

Axel stays silent, waiting, his breath slow and controlled, but you can see the storm brewing in his ocean blue eyes.

You reach for his touch, his hand finding yours on an instant so you could squeeze his hand if you need to.

"The guys from Cobra Kai, they found me, and— and I was trying to ignore them but, their captain, he didn't like that," you admit, your fingers curling over his knuckles.

His entire body goes rigid at the name.

You exhale shakily, forcing yourself to keep going. "They surrounded me. And then…" You trail off, not wanting to relive the way Kwon’s fist collided with your face, the way his kicks left you breathless in the sand.

Axel’s grip on you tightens. "And then they jumped you," he finishes for you, voice dark and low, barely restrained fury simmering beneath his words.

You nod wordlessly, swallowing back the lump in your throat.

Axel can see the pain behind your eyes, the way your hands are shaking as you let out a deep breath. He carefully brings you in for a hug, the weight on your chest lifting as you fall into him, letting him coax you back into comfort.

"I— I just wanted to get back to you," your words make his heart ache, a muscle ticks in his jaw, his hands sliding down to your shoulders as if to ground himself.

You can feel his anger radiating through every inch of his body.

"I’m going to kill them."

"Axel…" You press your hand to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart, your forehead leaning his. "Please don't do anything that can jeopardize the team from the competition."

He exhales sharply through his nose, trying to rein himself in, but his fingers curl into fists.

"They think they can touch you and get away with it?" His voice is lethal, dripping with rage. He pulls back slightly, grabbing on to the sides of your face again gently.

"Look at what they did to you," he seethes through his teeth. "They are lucky I am not out looking for them right now."

You place your hands on top of his, prying them away from your face.

"We'll get them back," you whisper, swallowing back the emotion in your throat. You rub your thumb over his knuckles, trying to calm him down from the rage he was feeling. "We just need to play our cards right."

Axel's cold gaze meets your own, nose scrunched at the idea of you, his sweet, adoring girlfriend getting beat up by a group of neanderthals.

"Please, Axel," you beg him, pressing your lips softly against his cheek. He envelopes you in his arms, pulling you onto his lap as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck like last night.

"They will pay," he mutters, his arms tightening around you. You nod in agreement, shutting your eyes, letting the embrace of your boyfriend soothe you.

After consoling each other for the next couple of minutes, Axel helps you get out of bed and guides you to the bathroom so you two could shower.

The tournament was approaching and you needed to be ready. Flickering the lights on, you're taken back by the sight in front of you.

A dark purple bruise spreads beneath your right eye, swollen and angry against your skin. Your lip is split, the dried blood cracked along the cut. 

There's a large gash on the left side of your temple where the tip of Kwon's shoe grazed you from his roundhouse.

As Axel turns the water on to the shower, you lift your t-shirt just slightly, revealing the mottled bruises along your ribs, deepening in color.

Your eyes squeeze shut as the memory of last night hit you once again, the trauma evident on your body.

Axel’s eyes lock onto yours in the glass, but then they drop, scanning every bruise, every cut, every mark left on your skin.

It takes everything inside him not to scream and dart out the door searching for those responsible for hurting you, for hurting his girl.

"Hey," he whispers laying a hand on your shoulder, slowly turning you to face him.

"I didn't think it was this bad," you take a breath, blinking away the sting in your eyes. His fingers skim along your arm, careful, like he’s afraid too much pressure will hurt you.

"Wounds are not permanent," he reminds you. "You will heal, because you are still you, my strong, beautiful girl."

When you meet his gaze, his thumb brushes against your unbruised cheek, bringing you back to reality.

Your breath hitches, but you nod, letting him guide you closer to the shower. The steam begins to curl around the air, warm and comforting.

He's careful pulling your shirt off, his eyes lingering on your bruised side causing you to cover it out of consciousness.

Axel places his hands on top of yours, softly removing them as he kneeled down to the floor, before pressing a soft kiss to your injured ribs, letting you know you didn't have to hide from him.

You loved the way he loved you, the way he kept you close, always at arms length. He loved the way you let him love you and protect you back home.

So when he woke up with you curled into his side with your face bruised and battered, it broke him. His heart ached at how exhausted you looked, how you shifted to get more comfortable but a soft moan fell from your lips due to the discomfort from your side.

Guilt and anger washed over him all at once, before he woke you determined to find out who dare do this to you.

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Zara brought her phone down, her eyes landing on you as you approached your sensei who looked at you worryingly.

Your best friend notices the way your posture is tense, the way you hold your side as you talk. Even from a distance, Zara saw the damage. 

Her fists clenched at her sides, and she turned on her heel, her narrowed eyes locking onto Axel, who stood a few feet away watching you just as intently as Sensei Wolf guided you to the locker rooms to tape up your injured side.

She stormed toward him, knowing damn well her best friend did not look like that last night at dinner.

"Who the hell did that to her?" Zara asks, feeling the anger build inside her.

"Cobra Kai," Axel exhaled through his nose, his own anger barely contained. "Their captain, and a few other members jumped her last night when she went out for a walk on the beach."

Zara looks around the arena, searching for the all black gi's ready to cause damage. "I'll kill them."

"No," Axel shoot his hand out before she can make any sudden movements. "We wait."

Zara scoffs, her arms crossing over her chest. "When?"

Axel glances at the digital board behind them seeing the next match up for the tag-team event, a feeling of satisfaction bubbling up inside him.

"In a little bit," he reassures her, gesturing to the screen. Zara looks behind her, seeing where Axel had been looking.

The Iron Dragons Vs. Cobra Kai

Zara and Axel make eye contact, nodding in a wordless agreement.

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You stood between Axel and Zara, your ribs still aching, but the fire inside you burned hotter than the pain. This wasn’t just a match anymore, this was revenge.

"Ouch!" Kwon exclaims across from you. "Look like that hurts," he points to right side of his face, motioning to your eye.

"Fight!" The referee calls out.

You go to step in the middle of the circle as Kwon jumps in, when Zara holds her hand to your chest. She shot forward like a bullet, meeting Kwon in the center of the ring before he could even take a breath.

The moment he tried to throw a strike, Zara ducked under his arm and landed a brutal kick to his ribs, sending him stumbling. 

That was when you realized your best friend and boyfriend had decided to take this opportunity to get their revenge. For you.

"Point! Iron Dragons!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" She taunts Kwon, circling around him like prey.

Kwon’s expression darkened as he lunged, but Zara blocked with ease, her movements sharp, relentless. There wasn't points being scored, but she was messing with him.

Then, with a smirk, she stepped back just enough to slap Axel’s hand. Tag.

You give Zara a fist bump as she comes to stand next to you.

"Thanks," you give her a small smile.

"I got your back," she winks at you.

The second Axel stepped in, the energy shifted.

The Cobra Kai captain barely had time to register the change before Axel slammed a brutal front kick into his chest, sending him flying back. 

Kwon’s teammates shouted for him to tag out again, but Axel was already dragging him back to the center of the ring, gripping the front of his gi. "No running this time."

Kwon swung wildly, desperate, but Axel easily dodged and countered, sending a sharp uppercut straight to his jaw. Kwon’s head snapped back, and his body swayed.

"Point! Iron Dragons. Next point wins."

You watch with anticipation as Axel takes a step back, letting out his roar of anger. He lunged forward, pivoting on his heel, and delivered a devastating spinning tornado straight to Kwon’s head.

The captain is completely knocked out, body limp before he even hits the mat.

"Knockout! Point! The Iron Dragons win!"

The roar of the crowd faded into the background as Axel stood over Kwon’s unconscious form, his breathing steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

"Don't ever come near her ever again," he threatens, voice low and sharp.

Axel turns his eyes immediately finding yours across the mat. You were already moving before you even realized it, feet carrying you straight to him.

He mets you in the middle, his arms open just in time for you to crash into him, leaning up to smash your lips together, ignoring the burning feeling coming from the cut on your lip as you both melted into each other.

The arena around you is forgotten as you pour your heart into the kiss, Axel's lips moving against yours with quiet desperation, like he needed you just as much as you needed him.

When you pull back, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand pressing against the back of your head as he pulled you close.

You smiled into his chest, his heartbeat pounded beneath your cheek, body solid and warm against yours.

He had fought for you. Defended your honor.

"I love you, Axel," you whispered, your arms tightening around him, burying yourself in his embrace.

Axel exhaled, his lips pressing against the top of your head, his voice softer now. "I love you too, so much."

No one would ever touch you again. And if they did, there would be a price to pay.

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MASTERLIST

(A/n: Y'all be so creative, I love the requests!!)

[itsnesss]

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | after training, axel grows protective over a small cut on your cheek. His concern leads to a heated moment

warnings | fluff, intense emotional tension, mild physical violence, and romantic themes with possessive undertones

word count | 1.6 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

The dojo had been filled with energy that afternoon. The sound of punches, heavy breaths, and the palpable energy in the air testified to how intense the training had been. Axel, as always, was a relentless competitor, but that night something in his attitude had changed. Each of his movements was precise, calculated, and even though you stood firm in front of him, you could feel his persistent gaze. There was something in the way he looked at you that kept you on edge, even though your match had ended a few minutes ago.

Although the training had been exhausting, you felt the sting in your body, a reminder of the effort put into each punch, each block. The slight pain in your cheek made you notice a small cut, but you decided not to pay it much attention. Injuries like that were part of the process, part of the game. However, you knew something else was going on, something far beyond a simple scratch. Axel was watching you differently, and although you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t.

You realized he was still by your side. He was gathering his things, but his eyes never left you.

"Good job today," you commented casually, trying to downplay everything you felt as you moved toward the exit.

Axel shot you a quick look, nodding as he put his gloves away.

"You too. You gave it your all."

You felt yourself blush but managed to smile softly. It wasn’t a big cut or anything serious, just a small scratch, but something in Axel’s expression concerned you more than you cared to admit. The dojo started to empty as some students hurriedly said their goodbyes, while others continued practicing in the corners. For some reason, you and Axel were among the last to leave.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, but you didn’t feel relieved. The tension in the air still lingered. You walked toward the door, and Axel, a few steps behind you, suddenly stopped.

"What’s that on your face?" His voice was low but intense, making you stop immediately.

You turned around, confused.

"Huh?"

Axel quickly approached, his face already serious, closely examining the small cut on your cheek. Without thinking, his fingers gently brushed your skin, sending a shiver through your body at the contact.

"You have a cut," he whispered, frowning.

You tried to downplay it.

"It’s nothing, just a scratch."

"Who did this to you?" he demanded, his jaw tightening with a hardness you hadn’t seen before.

"Axel, it’s not important…"

"I’ll kill him," he muttered, more to himself than to you, rage evident in his tone.

You were taken aback by his reaction and quickly tried to calm him down.

"Don’t exaggerate."

"I can’t stand seeing you hurt," he said again, his voice deep and filled with something more you couldn’t identify.

The silence that followed was heavy, and Axel’s closeness made a knot form in your stomach. The brush of his fingers against your cheek made you breathe faster. You could feel him battling with himself, but you didn’t understand exactly what was going on in his mind.

"Axel..." you murmured, but you didn’t know what to say.

His eyes locked with yours, then they traveled to your lips. A slight shiver ran through your body, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. It was just you and him, too close, too tempting. The space between you felt thick, charged with something neither of you seemed willing to name.

"Why do you care so much?" you asked, feeling the need to understand what was going on between you.

Axel sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair. He seemed to be searching for the right words but couldn’t find them.

"Because... because it’s you," he finally said in a whisper, and the sound of his voice took your breath away.

You were left speechless. Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn’t expected that. Axel, always so difficult to read, suddenly seemed so clear, so vulnerable. You didn’t know how to respond, how to react to something so unexpected.

"I..." you started to say, but he gently shook his head.

"You don’t have to say anything," he interrupted, his voice as soft as the wind. "Just... take care of yourself, okay?"

You nodded, but when you tried to step away, Axel, in a sudden impulse, gently grabbed your wrist. You froze in place, feeling his grip—strong yet delicate.

"I don’t like seeing you hurt. I don’t like thinking someone harmed you."

You tried to downplay it.

"It was just an accident during the fight," you said, laughing lightly, trying to lighten the mood. "No one tried to hurt me on purpose.

"Still..." he whispered, his breath so close to yours that you could feel his warm exhale on your skin. "It drives me crazy."

Your heart started beating faster. You couldn’t help it—his proximity, his intensity, enveloped you completely. Before you could stop yourself, your hands instinctively rose, gently holding onto his jacket. Axel tensed for a second, his eyes darkened even more, and without thinking, he brought his lips to yours. The brush was almost electric, and for a moment, you stayed still, as if it were a dream.

But Axel didn’t stop. The kiss deepened, slower, more intense. At first, it was all exploration, searching for something more, for a territory neither of you had dared to conquer until that moment. But then, the passion, the tension built up from all those trainings, from all those glances, overflowed. Axel pulled you closer, his hands sliding to your waist, and you clung to him as if you didn’t want him to fade away.

That kiss wasn’t just a kiss; it was a message, something both of you knew you couldn’t ignore anymore. Axel, so fiercely protective, so intensely jealous, now had you close, and you didn’t want him to let you go.

Suddenly, Axel pulled away, but not too far. His breath was quick, and his eyes stayed locked on you, as if he were searching for an answer in your gaze.

"I’m going to find who did this to you," he said in a low voice, his gaze hardening again.

You were surprised, but you reacted immediately.

"Axel, don’t do that. I don’t want you to start a fight over something so insignificant. It was just an accident."

"I don’t care. I don’t like seeing you hurt." His tone had become more serious, but his hand still gripped your wrist.

"Axel, I’m not asking you to defend me. This kind of thing happens all the time. It’s part of the training." You said, trying to calm him down.

But he, with a frustrated sigh, didn’t seem willing to listen.

"I’m going to find who did it." His eyes gleamed with a fierce determination.

You stepped closer, looked him directly in the eyes, and with a firmness you didn’t know you had, you said:

"Axel, don’t do this. If you do, I’ll lose you, and that’s the last thing I want."

His eyes softened for a moment, and for a second, everything between you two dissipated. The silence that followed was heavy, but filled with understanding.

Finally, Axel sighed and, without releasing your wrist, nodded.

"Okay. I won’t do it. But I want you to know that I can’t let anyone hurt you."

You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you heard those words, and when he finally released your wrist, you took a step closer, looking at him gratefully.

"I promise I don’t need you to defend me. Just... stay with me, Axel."

Axel didn’t say anything at first. He seemed to be considering your words, looking at your face with an intensity that left you breathless.

Finally, he took a step toward you, closing the distance even more. His eyes went from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes, as if he wanted to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

"I will, but... if anyone touches you, if they hurt you... I won’t allow it." His tone was firm, determined. You knew he wasn’t joking.

You smiled faintly, a little surprised by the strength of his promise. Axel, the guy who had always been a fierce competitor, now seemed willing to do anything to protect you.

"I know," you said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but also feeling a warmth in your chest you couldn’t ignore.

Axel looked at you for a moment, and then, with a sigh, stepped back, his hands finding his pockets with a mix of frustration and relief.

"You know what? I can’t go home without resolving this. I’m going to find who did this to you." The determination in his voice was clear, and although part of you wanted to stop him, something inside told you that, somehow, he just wanted to protect you.

"Axel, don’t do it... please. It’s not necessary." Your tone was pleading, but he was already heading toward the dojo without hesitation.

"I can’t let it go," he said without looking at you, walking fast.

You ran a few steps to catch up with him, reaching him before he could get to the door. With both hands firmly on his arm, you stopped him, breathing heavily. "Axel, listen to me!" you said firmly, looking directly into his eyes. "I know what you’re feeling, and I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I don’t want this to turn into something else. This isn’t about revenge."

Axel stood still, his body tense. You knew he was fighting against his protective nature, but something inside him wanted to understand you. Finally, he turned to face you, his expression softening.

"I know. But I can’t just stand still and do nothing when I see you hurt." He sighed, partially giving in. "Just... give me a moment to calm down, okay? I don’t want to make this bigger than it is."

You nodded slowly, and seeing Axel finally lower his guard, you felt a breath of relief.

[wingardiumlevibvllshit]

sam's facecard is not talked about enough in the fandom and its a tragedy

all girlypop had to do was smile at someone and they were obsessed™️

[rosie-tyler]

Axel Kovačević | 6.12

[itsjayro]

It’s too funny to me that some people are so short sighted/ bad memory acting like the Iron Dragons are worse than Cobra Kai & what Axel did is the worse thing that ever happened on this show…… like oh I’m sorry I don’t remember the Iron Dragons jumping folks at the mail or while they are trying to play mini golf, or breaking into peoples houses or trashing other teams dojos or disrupting the educational system just so they can flex their karate skills.

It wasn’t Axel who cut Sam’s arm, shaved hawks head, broke demetri’s arm, used the sliver bullet on hawk, gave Kenny laxatives, or BROKE MIGUELS BACK!

Just saying. What Axel did was wrong it wasn’t his idea & he didn’t wanna do but he did. But what the other kids did was their ideas alone cause revenge over dojo beef 🥴

[m1guelsgf]

Request enemies to lovers with Axel?

hiiiii sorry this took me so long but i hope u like it and i hope u don't mind diaz!reader. if so just lmk and i will write you another version <3 enjoy!

alacran

axel kovacevic x diaz!reader

it was the first day of the sekai tekai and the arena was buzzing with excitement. all the worlds best fighters had made it to barecelona. this was no all valley. there wouldn't be any 'easy' matches. everyone who was here had fought and earned the spot that they have.

being on miyagi do's team was a blessing and a curse. you had been fighting alongside your brother since he started learning (it was the only way your mom would agree to letting him take the lessons) and now the both of you have the ultimate chance to prove yourselves. on the world stage at the sekai tekai. of course, miguel was still salty over losing the captain spot but you knew he would get over it eventually. robby was his best friend, thankfully after years of drama involving both sam and you. you knew miguel would eventually be able to be happy for him.

the announcer began explaining away the sekai tekai and the rules, introducing all the teams and letting you all know what your day had in store for you.

"it's a beautiful day to make a first impression."

you looked around the mat at all your competitors. fighters you will have to face at some point. you peered over at tory from your spot on the mat and frowned. you had been good friends with tory, starting when she started dating your brother. it didn't even phase you when she started dating robby, your ex, because you two were such good friends. no matter what has happened, all the drama, you and tory had always been there for each other and now she's on the other side of the mat.

"come on, let's go get changed." sam waved you over and you followed her out of the arena. you could see the weight on her shoulders and her concern for tory. you could see it on everyone, but especially robby and sam.

at the aquarium, you were watching all the captains get a group shot together.

"they're really going out of their way to let us know how special the captains are."

"yeah i'm getting that." miguel spoke, arms crossed and his eyes set on the group. it didn't take a genius to see that he was still seething over the captain debacle.

"it seems like everyone already knows each other." you commented, observing people going at each other and yelling. "and it's not friendly."

"maybe it's like prison. just punch the toughest guy square in the jaw on day one." demitri suggested.

you, hawk, and miguel turned to face him, evaluating what he had just said. "not sure where we should start then."

"what about ivan drago over there?" hawk nodded in the direction of one of the captains and you turned to look.

the first thing you noticed were his eyes. they drew you in really close and you could get lost in them if you weren't careful. he towered over everyone and his expression was serious as his gaze all but burned lazers through you.

"you there in the back, focus, come on!" the photographer got his attention back and the boy managed a half smile.

"he's been checking you out since we were at the arena." hawk nudged you with his elbow and you promptly nudged him back a little harder. "ouch."

"ugh." miguel rolled his eyes, disgusted at the notion that someone had been checking out his little sister. "i'm gonna catch up with sam, stay with her." he spoke to hawk and he nodded.

"i'm not a child miggy!" you called out after him and huffed, knowing hawk and demitri wouldn't let you out of their sight at miguel's order. no, you would have to be more clever. "hey guys, is that a polar bear?"

"where?" they spoke in unison and whipped around to see what you were talking about.

"they really shouldn't have one here in captivity, it's far from the best conservatory." demitri spoke and for a moment, they forgot that they were mad at each other while you quickly ran in the first direction you could.

quickly making your way through the halls of the aquarium, you were turning to look over your shoulder so much that you bumped into someone and sent yourself straight to the ground. you peered at their shoes, noticing they were still upright and let your gaze follow upwards until your heart dropped.

it was the boy. the ivan drago look alike. the guy hawk said had been checking you out was now standing above you, staring down at you with the same expressionless face as before. and then he utters his first words to you.

"watch where you're going."

"excuse me?" you immediately responded, brows furrowing as you stood yourself up.

"that's what you should have said." he shot back, posture rigid. he was almost like a statue.

your mouth parted to say something but you didn't know what to say. you narrowed your eyes at him. he was cute, but not cute enough to talk to you like that.

"y/n!"

thankfully, before you two could stand there gaping at each other, miguel had called your name from the end of the corridor. his arms were crossed and you could tell you were in for it.

"let's go."

you turned to follow miguel, not before throwing one last glare in the boy's direction.

"what the hell did i tell you?"

"technically, you told demitri and hawk to watch me. like a child." you spoke pointedly back at your brother.

"dude, mom told me to keep an eye on you and to keep you out of trouble. it's not my fault she doesn't trust you after everything." miguel referenced your cobra kai days after his injury where you partied, fought, and had a severe lack of respect for your family. "you really think i wanna babysit you while i'm in spain with my girlfriend? if you don't want a babysitter then grow the hell up."

you only raised your middle fingers in a childish display of disrespect and walked away from him. you spent the rest of the afternoon stuck between hawk and demitri who were competing on who could name the most sea creatures.

after the first day of challenges, where it seemed like everyone but miguel got properly washed on the mat, you decided to go down to one of the exercise rooms in the hotel. you had been stewing over what miguel said and your interaction with the boy, who you now know is named axel, so you really just wanted to escape into your head to the sound of your playlist while you beat the ever loving fuck out of the punching bag.

you thought back on axel, letting your anger towards him motivate you into throwing harder punches, making the bag inch across the floor with every blow of your fists or kicks. you hated that he was such a jerk because he was cute. you hated admiting it to yourself but it excited you when hawk told you he had been checking you out. you hadn't dated since robby (after miguel's injury you just couldn't see him the same) and you were looking forward to dating someone outside your immediate friend group. you felt stupid for getting your hopes up.

and you felt stupid in general. miguel was right. you had no one to blame but yourself for being on a short leash in the middle of spain. it was you who came home late all those times and yelled at your mom and yaya and caused so much trouble. you started imagining the bag as your past self, letting out loud yells of effort as you practiced different combinations.

"where was this on the mat?" a deep voice penetrated the music blasting into your ears from your headphones. you turned around to face axel, who was analyzing you.

when you saw him on the mat, you got a good idea of his skills based on the brief take down of both yoon and kwon.

and while your heart thumped against your chest because of the way he was looking at you and the way his white t-shirt outlined his frame, you were still annoyed at him. "excuse me but i have to go." you wiped your sweat, grabbing your gym bag and making your way to the door that was being blocked by axel. "excuse me." you reiterated, looking into his eyes that had a slight humor in them. "what?"

"you're pretty when you have manners." axel smiled at you and it angered you even further. instead of responding, you managed to squeeze through while passing underneath his arm. your hips brushed against his and you both went warm in the face.

you walked away from him, not before turning to look at him over your shoulder again. he was watching you leave, arms crossed over his chest while he leaned against the door frame.

that night you dream about him.

the second day of challenges was rough. you had held your own just fine but if it wasn't for miguel, you all would have had to go home. on top of that, daniel was missing for the entire day. the cherry on top though was learning that your mom was in the hospital.

"that's not fair, i should be there." you pleaded to johnny. you weren't as close with him as miguel was but he saw you as one of his kids.

"i know sweetheart, but me and miguel are gonna make sure she's okay." johnny placed his hands on your shoulders. "between you and me? miguel wouldn't be able to handle staying, not knowing if she's okay. i can't handle it. we both get caught up in our feelings and lose focus. but you're strong. you can do this. i need you to be here."

warm tears started rolling down your face when you realized he was right. miguel was in his room, sobbing while packing his bags and you were taking it better than the both of them. it's not that you didn't care, no your stomach was in knots and your heart was threatening to crawl out of your throat, you just knew there was nothing you could do except hope for the best.

"take care of her. call me as soon as you see her i don't care if it's still the middle of the night here. call me when you know she's okay." you hugged johnny tightly and he hugged you back in a fatherly way. you hadn't been hugged like this since the last time you saw your actual dad and that memory was slowly fading. johnny's hug communicated just how much he loved and cared for your family.

"okay." he whispered into your hair and kissed your forehead. "i'll go get miguel."

you sighed once johnny left your room and not long after, sam, robby, demitri, and eli trailed in.

"you okay?" robby asked cautiously. he had always been gentler with you but especially after everything. even though you had broken up ages ago, he never stopped caring about you and neither did you about him. you were good friends.

"i need a drink." you grabbed your purse and walked past them, out of your room. they all followed you.

at the bar, you had been on a slightly destructive path. you were nearing the threshold and about to cross over from being charmingly tipsy to just drunk.

"do you really need another?" tory asked, taking a seat besides you. "rough day?"

"you don't even know." you looked at your friend before taking a sip of your new drink.

"you didn't suck out there." she complimented in her own way.

"thanks." you replied dryly. the alcohol was starting to sour your mood and you could feel your head beginning to spin.

"are you okay?"

"no." you stood up, walking out of the bar. tory tried following but was stopped by robby. you stumbled your way down to the beach, dropping into the sand like a bag of bricks. you held your head in your hands, sitting with your knees to your chest as you tried to ground yourself.

it was all too much though. you started thinking about your mom and how much you needed her to be okay. other than when miguel got hurt, you hadn't been this scared before. the difference was, you were able to ride with miguel in the ambulance. your mom was across the globe and you wouldn't be able to tell if she was okay until they did. you had so many regrets about your mom. you weren't always the easiest child and lord knows you got into it with her too many times to count. that didn't mean you didn't love her though. she was the person you loved the most in the world after all her sacrifices for you and your brother.

you sat in the sand like that for a while, unaware of the people passing and the person watching you intently.

"too much to drink?" you recognized axel's voice and it plucked your heartstrings.

looking up at him with your glassy eyes, you saw his expression change. sniffling, you respond. "i'm really not in the mood right now so if you could please just fuck off, i would really appreciate it. thanks."

"i don't feel right just leaving you here." he responded, tone now serious. "i'll go back to practicing where i was. when you're ready to go back to the hotel just tell me."

and before you could respond, he was back at his spot in the sand practicing his kata.

you wallow for a bit longer, letting the sound of the ocean drown out all the other noise rattling around in your head. you checked your phone for any calls or messages but you had none. they were probably barely taking off. you used your phone as a mirror and wiped your face of any tears and snot that may have trickled and you slowly stood up. your head wasn't spinning any more but you still felt the effects of the alcohol as you stumbled your way towards axel through the sand.

his back was turned to you and you could see dark purple bruises on his back.

"jesus, what happened to you?"

this time was axel's turn to be surprised. "bo staff competition." he pulled his shirt over his head.

"right." you distinctly remember the announcer praising axel for not having a single point against him. untouchable. as he called him. your drunk brain was loosely connecting dots, like the shouts you had heard from the exercise room while axel and his sensei were training.

"ready?"

"yeah."

the two of you set off into the night, neither of you knowing what to talk about if anything.

axel felt conflicted. the only reason he had been so cold towards you was because he thought it would help him shove his feelings down. he liked you. he thought you were beautiful and talented and he wanted to get to know you but it would also be a devastating distraction for him. by the looks of it, you were dating that guy who had called out to you in the arena. to brush you off and away was supposed to help him focus on the tournament but here he was, walking you back to the hotel while you followed him like a sad little puppy. he wanted to ask what was wrong, why you were by yourself, but he knew it wouldn't lead to anything good so he stayed silent.

"can i ask you something?" when you got no response, you figured it was your queue to keep going. "why do you hate me? like i have a reason to hate you- because you're a stupid jerk, but why do you hate me? why do you-"

"i don't." axel hoped this would seem like a dream when you woke up in the morning rather than a memory. "i just can't like you."

"why? what did i do?" you were looking at him with those puppy dog eyes and he wanted to melt.

"i just can't. leave it alone." he spoke sternly, almost as if scolding a child.

"okay..." you huffed and it was silent for the rest of the walk. every now and then axel would have to grab onto your arms or shoulders to keep you from falling. it made it all so much harder for him. "thank you axel. you didn't have to."

he gave you a warm, unfamiliar smile. "i did. goodnight."

"g'nite." you got into the elevator and from there you can only remember waking up in your bed with a massive headache.

the next day, you had decided to go on a run with hawk. he told you the best way to cure a hangover was to sweat it out and it did help. you were just still confused at the way your night ended.

apparently miguel had called and informed you that your mom was okay and he and johnny were coming back but that moment was lost on you. the same as how you got home. were your dreams getting too realistic or did axel take care of you last night? you didn't know and were afraid to ask anyone. the miyagi do's trust was delicate and the captain of the iron dragon was giving you the cold shoulder when you saw him in passing. he had even started messing with miguel. glaring at him and shoulder checking him throughout the third day of challenges.

you didn't know what his problem was and you weren't eager to find out. especially with zara at his side, who you could only assume was his girlfriend. tory had already made an enemy of her and you weren't keen on doing the same.

"what the hell was that?" miguel asked you when axel shoved his shoulder into him for the nth time. this time was definitely intentional, there was no way to convince himself it was an accident.

"i don't know." you shrugged, glancing at axel who was coldly staring at you.

"stay away from that guy, yeah? he gives me the creeps." miguel places a hand on your back, leading you out of the arena while throwing a questioning glare over his shoulder at axel. you said nothing as your brother led you away.

after beating cobra kai and securing a spot in the semis, you had a bone to pick. your irritation was crawling all over you as you felt axel watching you through your whole match. it made you feel uneasy, being watched so closely. more importantly, it made you nervous. self conscious to the point of having a point landed on you.

"what the hell is your problem?" you asked harshly, slamming the door to the exercise room behind you. axel was alone just as you were the last time, taking his frustrations out on the punching bag.

"manners..." he tsked at you and you scoffed.

"fuck manners." you stepped closer, face heated with anger. "you're being such a pain in my ass and in miggy's and i wanna know why." you demanded.

"miggy." axel sucked his teeth, shaking his head at the affectionate nickname.

"seriously. what is your problem with me and my brother?"

brother? suddenly axel felt bad. "he's your brother?"

"what the fuck else would he be?" you narrowed your eyes, extremely annoyed by your inability to read him. axel didn't respond and you stepped closer. "i want you to leave us alone. stop bothering him and stop watching me."

"or what?" axel knew it was dangerous but he took another step closer to you. the silence hung heavy between the two of you as frustration was being emitted by the both of you. axel had been frustrated about you and now you were here. your eyes looking at him. your soft lips parting to speak. the blush on your cheeks. he just couldn't help himself.

and neither could you. it was like an impule for the both of you, immediately grabbing onto each other and going in for a kiss.

it was rough and angry. axel had been trying so hard to get you out of his head. his own mind and body were betraying himself because of you and he hated it. he hated the way you infected his mind.

and you hated that he had the same effect on you. he had been nothing but annoying since the very first day but you still wanted him. it didn't matter what miguel or anyone else thought. you finally gave in and you wanted this.

he wanted it too. you were pressed against the wall, his teeth grazing your bottom lip making you open your mouth wider for him. he held the back of your head as he kissed you deeper, liking the way your body pressed against his. quickly, you managed to swap postitions so it was him pressed against the wall.

from this vantage point, you were able to provide friction the both of you desperately needed. axel was moaning into your mouth and you were returning them. when your lips parted from each other, a string of saliva connected you two together as you panted breathlessly.

"leave me and my brother alone." you whispered, licking your lips and pecking his one last time before sauntering out of the room.

axel watched you go. he could leave miguel alone, sure. you on the other hand...

[calirph]

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐔𝐖𝐈𝐒 as 𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐂 & 𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌 as 𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊

Cobra Kai Season 6 Episode 14 Axel and Zara fighting and signature salute.

[gyugyugaga]

@millytsworld made my dreams come true and it’s absolutely incredible 😭😭

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63237688/chapters/161976916

quick someone write a fic where in a few years robby and axel meet again and axel apologizes and robby forgives him and now axel is his guard dog lol

[little-legend-baby]

Axel Kovačević they could never make me hate you

[extinctlesspains]

pls write for axel kovacevic, my bby is deprived of love 😔🤲

𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝐾𝑜𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑐 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚! 𝑀𝑖𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑖-𝐷𝑜 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝐴𝑥𝑒𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑠.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

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You walked around the training rooms with Sam, talking about the teams you would face later in the tournament. Sam put her hand in front of you, making you abruptly stop. You furrowed your brows in confusion. Noticing your muddled expression, Sam gestured toward the open door. Inside stood a tall student with his sensei.

You had seen him before and if you recalled correctly his name was Axel and he was the male captain of the Iron Dragons. You widen your eyes as Sensei wolf started beating at Axel for messing up his karate move. You couldn't help but watch in shock. Sam grabbed your hand and started walking away fast. As you turned to look back at Axel, your eyes met.

They were filled with pain and weakness. You looked back at him with an empathetic look before getting dragged away by Sam.

.・。.・゜✭・.・。.・゜✭・.・゜゜・

Karate wasn't on his mind. Axel didn't have anything on his mind, except you. Who were you? His heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought of you. Your eyes, hair, the way you looked in your Gi.

You were so beautiful... He was going crazy. Catching himself daydream, he sighed and frowned. This feeling was love... And he wasn't complaining. He snapped out of his delusions, going back to practice his Karate on the beach.

That's when it happened...

You ran out on the sand, breathing heavily and putting your hands on your knees. He stopped what he was doing and turned to look at you. His face filled with worry, rushing to your side.

"Are.. Are you okay?" He kneeled down. "There was a crab in the sand and it started walking towards me like this!-" you replied, doing a crab walk.

"And I ran away!! It was scary! That motherfucker was going to kill me!!" You frowned. He laughed and flashed a smile. "Love, I don't think crabs can kill people like that."

You looked up and pointed a finger at him. ''Crabs can do a lot of things." You squinted your eyes. "Nice karate by the way... I'm Y/n." You smiled and put out your hand. He widened his eyes and looked down at your hand.

"I uhm- not supposed to talk to enemies." He quickly muttered. You tilted your head. "But you were talking to me just now?" You frowned. His eyes softened at your frown. He cleared his throat. "Axel..." You smiled and nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Axel." His face flustered up. "Can... Can I walk you back to your room?" He said nervously. You chuckled and nodded. "I would like that very much..." You smiled and took your hand into his.

It was a small start to a living relationship and it was all because you glanced at him during his most vulnerable point.

[mamasfavourite]

queen cobra

pairing: axel kovaćevic x reader

summary: the captain of cobra kai catches the eye of the captain of the iron dragons and manages to deal with her teammates and her crush on axel!

warnings: mentions of abuse, some swearing, kissing, fluff, little bit of angst and a little implication of smut at the end, kwon is alive, axel is a sweetheart, kreese is rotting in jail !

cobra kai was never your preferred environment, but you fought to survive there, even when the others tried to influence you. you were a good person and you stood by that. you just had to mask it when in the dojo. it’s not like you would be there long, the dojo was just a way to the sekai takai for you.

and you fought like fucking hell for your spot as captain.

you even dealt with the endless bullshit literally everyone except kwon and tory threw your way. before karate, you had trained boxing and taekwondo, mastering both of them. so, it was easy to say you had the highest kick of everyone your team.

which really did come in handy in moments like this! like when kwon started a stupid bet with miyagi-do over whose kicks were highest. the highest anyone had gone was some kid from the russian team named vlad.

169cm.

kwon hid you for the time being, as the miyagi-do male captain and him faced off in front of the crowd of sekai takai contestants. when they shook hands, you watched as he put chalk to his shoe and swung his leg as high as he could.

175cm.

the crowd cheered, surprised by the height he had managed. you and kwon only laughed. he stepped to the side to let you foward. “show them, captain.”

you grabbed the chalk from the ground and locked eyes with robby as you rubbed it on your shoe. you kicked as high as you could, marking an almost inhumanely high point on the wooden whale statue.

you had to admit you couldn’t eyeball the measurements on that one, but you had won by far.

there was a mixture of gasps and applause as your cobras immediately crowded around you, celebrating your easy victory. you stepped foward to the miyagi-do’s, and stuck out your hand to accept your prize.

a whole room to yourself!

you and the cobras were walking back to the hotel. you all had met up with sensei kim at a karate gym on the other side of the city, and were only now getting back. you walked ahead of the others, not really wanting to speak to them right now.

as you entered the hotel reception, you noticed a few familiar people your age, they were most likely from the same dojo. you were walking quite slow so you had time to observe.

on the couches were, a dark skinned girl, who was chewing loudly and texting on her phone and an asian boy, who seemed to be staring into nothing at all.

as you turned your attention back straight, you saw an incredibly cute boy, he looked european to you in some way, maybe scandinavian.. or slavic? you didn’t care! he towered over you, and you took a second to appreciate his features, his messy brown hair and dark green eyes, his sculpted face and built arms.

you shot him a flirty smile as you kept walking, which almost made him drop the plates he was carrying.

“axel! what the fuck? can’t you hold a plate?” the girl from the couch called out. ‘oh so she was a bitch!’ you thought, but dismissed it as you continued walking, the cobras following closely behind, chuckling at the scene.

how could he! he was such a fucking prick. yoon was already getting on your nerves but you lost your shit when he was bitching at you just because you were chosen captain over him.

you unknowingly stomped past your locker room, and accidentally pushed into the wrong one. but you heard something and quieted down. you heard loud, echoing grunts, hits and yells of “ais!”

you snuck to the doorframe, sneakily peering inside and seeing the cute boy from the lobby the day before. he was training with his sensei, delivering strike after strike to the punching mitts ahead of him.

he was insanely focused, and incredibly strong. even through the gi, you could tell he was built. the force behind his punches were insane, but his sensei withdrew from him immediately.

“what are you doing wrong?” his sensei yelled firmly and all of a sudden the incredibly powerful demeanour axel had just flaked away. he flinched as the older man threw the mitts to the floor.

you watched as his sensei struck the poor boy, you had almost grown attached to. not once, not twice. you could tell he had to hold himself back after the third time. he picked up the mitts and commanded axel to continue.

but before he even landed a second punch, the mitts were on the floor again and axel was being hit. you heart hurt to watch it. you let out a soft gasp.

axel turned his head at the sound and saw you, you shot him a sad smile and walked through the hallway, hearing his sensei yell at him as you kept walking forward.

the cobras wanted to go somewhere and get drunk, and as their captain, you had to go. plus you had secretly hoped you might bump into the guy you had been crushing on for the last two days.

kwon was slumped against the counter, trying to maintain a conversation with you, but miserably failing. yoon and the others were standing around tory, trying to make their lazy advances that seemed to go completely unnoticed.

“씨발, 나 산책하러 가야 돼.. 안전하게 지내라, 얘들아 (fuck this, i’m going on a walk, get home safe boys.)” tory practically growled at you, still insulted by the fact she couldn’t speak your language but the remainder of the team telling you goodnight or to stay safe.

you left your half empty bottle of beer on the counter as you walked out, heading straight for the beach. it was calm, and quiet, and for a second you thought you heard the same sounds as earlier.

“ais! ais!” you heard and you recognised the voice, turning to watch as axel stood a couple metres away from you, shirtless, practising his kata. you watched for a couple moments before you spoke up.

“that’s a really cool kata, what’s it called?” he immediately turned around. he smiled at the sight of you and answered softly, “it’s called enpi.”

you nodded and were about to answer before he spoke again, “i don’t mean to be rude, but it’s a pretty common kata, and you’re an incredible fighter, i’m shocked you don’t know it.”

you looked at the floor for a second, before meeting his eyes, as they watched you. “it’s okay! i’m originally a kick-boxer and i studied taekwondo, so that’s my more proficient area.. i can apply a lot of it to karate though so it’s perfect!”

he nodded and gave you a small smile as he continued the conversation with you. “you’re incredibly strong in karate, i wouldn’t have noticed!” he spoke to you.

you stepped closer to him and brushed his arm. “thank you, you’re very strong, i mean clearly.” you said, trying to make it clear you were flirting with him. “i-thank you.” his smile turned bashful and he felt his cheeks heat up.

“you’re amazing.” he said, and immediately paused to reformulate his statement. “i-mean your dojo’s amazing!” you beamed at him. he was honestly so cute you wanted to squeal sometimes.

you smiled, about to speak but he beat you to it once more. “can i join?” he asked you, and you immediately felt yourself get kind of excited at the idea.

“the cobras? i mean, the boys are stupid but kwon’s okay, he just tries to overcompensate when he’s around others but he’s such a sweetheart i promise-“ you began to ramble.

“i meant your walk..” he replied, almost annoyed with himself that he interrupted you once more. you smiled at him once more and accepted. “of course!” you watched as he turned around to grab his jacket.

your eyes fixed on his back, and the scars covering it. you touched them experimentally and felt his body tense under your hand. “i-i’m sorry.. are you okay?” you asked him, empathy laced in your voice.

he quickly grabbed his jacket and put it on, hiding his back from you. “i’m okay.” he quickly dismissed you. you slid your hand into his and nodded somberly. the pair of you started to walk towards the footpath.

you responded to him. “you don’t have to talk to me about it, but i know what it’s like to have an abusive sensei and it’s always okay to not be okay.” you turned your head to face him as he did the same for you.

“thank you. it means a lot.” he smiled softly as you both stood still and he stared at your face. you asked him to lean down a little bit, claiming you had a “secret” to whisper to him.

once he was close enough to your height, you reached onto your tippy toes and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. you let out a soft giggle as you did and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart beat out of his chest.

you had stumbled upon the cobras, well not all of them, but yoon and a few others. they were clearly drunk and yoon smirked as he saw you. “y/nnn, who’s the guy?” yoon asked, cockily as he dragged out the last letter.

axel’s hand tightened protectively against yours.

“who would’ve thought our captain’s with the enemy..” another boy pressed behind him, and you couldn’t quite make out who it was but it enraged you. you replied to them sharply, with authority.

“you know, i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter was being preyed on by a bunch of drunk losers on her team.” that’s when the remainder of the cobras scattered, but yoon stood in place. you were loosing your patience, and so was axel.

“and i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter is fucking around with some pussy off the hong kong team.” yoon cockily challenged you, but axel stepped forward instantly.

you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, reassuring him you’d handle it but he kept his fists clenched in preparation.

you stepped towards yoon and spoke to him loudly. “지난번에 팀원 중에 나한테 엉뚱한 짓을 한 사람이 있었던 걸 기억나? (remember what happened the last time someone on the team fucked with me?)” he swallowed and waited for you to continue.

“그러니 그런 일이 일어나기 전에 빨리 호텔로 돌아가세요. (so get your pussy ass back to the hotel before it happens to you).” and with that, he sprinted in the opposite direction, following after his teammates.

you turned back to axel and smiled, “i’m so sorry, you had to be there for that.” you spoke softly to axel and you felt his rough hands envelope yours. “it’s okay, i’m sorry you have to put up with that.” he answered. gazing into your eyes.

“it’s okay, it’s not your fault. it’s all you expect from egotistical teenage boys.” you smiled a little, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

“i’m not like that, am i?” he asked you, worried that he was like them. you instantly shook your head. “nonono, axel, not at all.” your gaze flicked between his lips and his eyes and he noticed it.

he held himself back, with the worry that you may have only done it as a mistake, or a way to make sure he was comfortable. he released one of your hands and the pair of you kept light conversation as you walked.

outside your hotel, he stopped. “we’re in the same hotel, axel, we don’t need to split up.” you turned to face him and watched as his brow furrowed slightly, in thought. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

you leant into his touch and looked up at him, knowing it was his way of making a move. you reached as high as you could to put a hand on the back of his neck, and the other rested on his chest as you pulled him into you.

his lips met yours. they were soft and you couldn’t help yourself. his hands reached down to your waist before he pulled away.

“we should probably go to our rooms now.” he said, and you giggled softly, once again, still excited from your kiss. you nodded in agreement, as you held hands again and walked to the elevator.

as soon as the doors shut, he couldn’t help himself any more and pressed you softly against the wall as you continued what you had done just a few minute prior, outside the hotel.

except this time, it was deeper, and it was hungry. his hands wandered over your body, tapping under your thighs, telling you to jump, and as you did, his strong arms held you, kneading at the flesh there as he continued to attack your lips.

at some point, when the pair of you were so wrapped up in eachother, the elevator doors opened. he frowned as you pulled away from him and commanded him jokingly to “put you down!”

he did, and just as you were about to leave, he spoke up once more. “let me walk you back.” and you accepted, still giddy from your stolen kisses.

once you reached your door you smiled and leant up to peck him on the cheek. “goodnight, axel!” and just as you turned around he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him once more.

he kissed you one last time before you went inside. “goodnight beautiful.” he smiled as he started walking away. it took you too seconds before you called after him, dragging him back once more.

“axel, i do have a room to myself… if you wanted to put it to good use?”

[zoofzoofxx]

—The art of eyecontact—

Pairings ; Axel Kovacevic x fem!reader

Summary ; Upon arriving in Barcelona with your group, Miyagi-Do, to participate in the prestigious Sekai Takai tournament, you encounter a tall and formidable opponent. Your initial meeting is less than ideal, leaving both of you with a poor first impression of each other. However, everything changes when you uncover a surprising secret about him. This discovery shifts your perspective entirely, prompting you to confront him. What begins as a tense interaction unexpectedly evolves into a deeper understanding, and the two of you gradually grow closer in ways neither of you anticipated.

Trigger warning ; Physical abuse, violence, emotional abuse.

Pt. 1

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After arriving at the hotel, exhausted and looking as though I haven’t slept in weeks, I pick up the key to my room, which I’m sharing with Sam. I give her a quick nod to let her know I’ll head up to the room, and she simply nods back, already engrossed in a conversation with her boyfriend, Miguel.

With my suitcase in one hand and my bag in the other, I put my AirPods back in and turn on my music before stepping into the elevator. The ride is quiet, and I find myself zoning out until the familiar ding signals that I’ve reached my floor.

Pulling the handle of my suitcase, I step out of the elevator, scrolling through my phone without bothering to look up. Before I know it, I collide with someone and fall to the ground, one of my AirPods tumbling out in the process. Startled, I look up, ready to apologize for not paying attention—but before I can say a word, he beats me to it.

‘Watch where you’re going,’ he says, rolling his eyes in obvious annoyance

‘I’m sorry,’ I say quickly, standing up and grabbing my fallen AirPod.

He sighed, his gaze feeling as though it pierced directly into my soul. He appeared cold and tense. ‘Just don’t let it happen again,’ he said, not giving me a chance to respond before walking away.

I exhaled slowly, gathering my belongings and glancing at my hotel card to find my room number. As I looked around, I realized I had ended up right in front of my hotel room. With a soft sigh, I stepped inside, taking a moment to settle myself. I reminded myself that I still had two hours to prepare before we needed to leave for the city tour. The quiet of the room allowed me to relax for a brief moment, and I moved calmly to unpack and get ready, focusing on the next part of the day without letting the earlier encounter distract me.

—

As I stood in the bathroom, the cold water from the shower running over me, I couldn’t help but think about the guy from earlier. He was likely my opponent. He was tall, with striking blue eyes and brown hair. There was something about him—he seemed unbothered, almost arrogant, yet calm and tense all at once. The mix of qualities made him difficult to read.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. It was probably Sam, letting me know she had arrived back at the hotel as well. I turned off the shower, quickly blow-drying my hair before slipping into a simple white long-sleeve shirt and grey Nike sweatpants.

Walking out of the bathroom, I grabbed my makeup kit and sat down, ready to get prepared for the evening. The calm of the moment allowed me to focus, shifting my attention away from the earlier encounter and onto the night ahead.

—

‘Team events will begin tomorrow,’ Sam remarked as she adjusted her outfit in the mirror. I sat quietly, scrolling through my phone, waiting for her to finish and let me know when she was ready to head out. After a few moments, she signaled that she was all set, and we made our way to the lobby to continue with our plans for the evening.

‘So… are you feeling a bit stressed?’ Sam asked, her tone casual as she glanced at me. ‘With the fact that Tory is now in Cobra Kai and you’re the captain?’

Tory had left right when she was about to win against Samantha, which led to me having to compete against Sam for the captain’s position. In the end, I came out on top.

‘No, I’m just worried about Tory, that’s all,’ I replied, stepping out of the elevator. As soon as I did, I felt a pair of eyes boring into me. It was the guy from earlier—the one I had bumped into. Our eyes met for a brief moment, and I quickly looked away, feeling a sudden wave of discomfort wash over me.

I turned to Sam and told her about the encounter, and she glanced at him quickly before nudging me with her elbow, a playful smirk crossing her face.

‘Ow,’I exclaimed, flinching from the sudden nudge, and Sam responded by wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

I raised an eyebrow, giving her a look that silently reminded her she had a boyfriend. Sam simply raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning, and then walked off toward the bathroom. I waited outside, shaking my head.

—

The photographer announced that he wanted a group photo with just the captains. I stood next to Robby, both of us smiling for the camera. The photographer then said something about the guy in the back, urging him to smile as well. I glanced over, and there he was—smiling at the camera before his gaze shifted to meet mine. A sigh escaped me as I quickly looked away, a familiar nervous feeling creeping up once again.

—

The next day, I felt the weight of stress settling on my shoulders—today was the first day of the tournament, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. Wanting to shake off my nerves, I left the hotel early to give myself a chance to warm up. As I made my way toward the locker rooms to drop off my things, a voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I turned, and there he was—the mysterious guy from yesterday.

He was training with his sensei, who was urging him to move faster. The guy struggled to keep up, failing repeatedly, much to his sensei’s frustration. Unexpectedly, the sensei struck him multiple times, demanding he try again. The guy made another attempt, but once more, he failed and took a few more hits. As he turned to face me, our eyes locked for a brief moment.

I quickly looked away, eager to leave without drawing attention. I hurried into the locker rooms, hoping he hadn’t noticed me. The encounter left me unsettled, and I stood there in silence, trying to process what had just happened. I didn’t know how to feel about the situation.

—

The first competition ended in a swift, crushing loss. As I left the court, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. I kept replaying the match in my mind, second-guessing every decision and wondering if I had let my team down. It felt like the entire tournament might slip away because of me. Despite my best efforts to stay calm, the guilt and stress gnawed at me.

I was the first to retreat to the locker room, hoping to find some solace and a bottle of water to clear my head. But as I opened the storage, I saw that all the bottles were empty. I sighed, trying to steady the nervous energy bubbling under the surface. Deciding to head to the canteen, I reminded myself that there were still two hours before the next event. That gave me time to regroup and pull myself together—or so I hoped.

As I entered the canteen, my eyes landed almost immediately on him. He stood near the fridge, tall and poised as ever, with his hair styled perfectly, as if he hadn’t just come from the chaos of competition. My stomach tightened, and my heart began to race, though I desperately willed it to stop. Of all people to see right now, it had to be him. I didn’t want to face him—especially not now, when I felt like a failure. My shoulders tensed as I resolved to stick to my plan: grab a bottle, stay invisible, and leave as quickly as possible.

I moved swiftly to the fridge, avoiding eye contact and keeping my head down. My thoughts were a swirl of self-consciousness and unease. Did he notice me? Was he going to say anything about the match? Every moment I spent near him felt like an eternity, but, to my relief, I managed to grab the water and make it to the line without incident.

As I stood waiting my turn to pay, I tried to focus on anything but the awkwardness still lingering from the match. My hands were fidgety, and I shifted my weight slightly, anxious to get out of there. Then, as if the universe had decided I needed one more challenge, my opponent from the earlier competition lined up behind me. I could feel his presence without even turning around— it was palpable, a stark and unwelcome reminder of the loss I was already struggling to push from my mind.

When it was finally my turn to pay, I reached into my pocket and froze. My wallet wasn’t there. A cold wave of panic swept over me as I realized I’d left it in my bag back in the locker room. Feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment, I quickly turned to the cashier and asked if she could give me a moment to retrieve it. Her response was curt and final: the line was too long, and she couldn’t wait.

Humiliated, I had no choice but to leave the canteen empty-handed. The sting of rejection added another layer to my already fragile mood. I stepped outside into the crisp air, taking slow, deliberate breaths in an effort to calm myself. I stretched, more out of habit than necessity, and tried to regain a sense of control.

Even as the fresh air began to soothe my nerves, the doubt lingered. It felt like everything was spiraling, and I couldn’t help but feel that it was all my fault. Still, I reminded myself that there was time to turn things around. The tournament wasn’t over yet, and I couldn’t let this moment define the rest of the day. Though the insecurity remained, I resolved to keep pushing forward, however shaky my confidence felt.

—

After returning to the locker room, I sat down quietly next to my bag, letting the silence of the space settle around me. As I unzipped the bag, my eyes were drawn to two ice-cold water bottles lying inside, their surfaces glistening faintly. I paused, blinking at them in mild confusion, trying to piece together how I hadn’t noticed them earlier. I looked up, my thoughts momentarily scattered, unsure whether to feel relieved, amused, or simply puzzled by the discovery.

‘Was anyone here?’ I asked Demetri, holding up the bottles of water and glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and confusion. My voice was calm, but my mind raced slightly, trying to make sense of their sudden appearance.

‘Yeah, the girl from Iron Dragons, Zara, I think,’ Demetri explained quickly. ‘She said you needed some water but forgot your wallet, so she brought these for you.’

The Iron Dragons—that was the team the tall guy was from. From what I knew, Zara was their captain. I hadn’t expected her to do something like this, but I couldn’t help feeling a slight wave of gratitude. I decided I would thank her later, once the next competition was over. For now, I just needed to focus on what was ahead.

I grabbed the water bottle, a quiet wave of gratitude passing through me. It was a small gesture, but it made a difference in that moment. Taking a deep breath, I decided to search for my teammates and gather them together. I needed to rally them, give them a motivational speech, even though, deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the loss in the first competition was mostly my fault. Still, I knew I had to set that aside and focus on getting everyone back on track for the next round.

—

It was time for the next event, and the pressure was mounting. There were different categories, but we lost almost all of them. The only victories came from the 2vs1 match, where Miguel secured a win, and the Bojutsu (staff technique/ art of stick fighting), where I managed to come out on top.

The following day brought a small victory—we won once, but it came with its own challenges. Our task was to force the opponent to fall from the podium, and only Miguel managed to win and stay on it. The weight of it all hit harder when I saw our team nearly at the bottom of the standings. The stress was becoming overwhelming; we were running out of time, and the gap between us and the top seemed to grow wider with each passing moment.

The next event was the elimination phase of Sakai Taikai, and as the moment drew closer, an overwhelming sense of anxiety crept back into my mind. I couldn’t shake the thought that I might lose because of my own small mistakes, and it was a nagging feeling that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

It was a 2v2 on a high platform, a challenging setup that added to the pressure. The Iron Dragons went first with their demonstration. The tall guy—who I knew to be an exceptional competitor—was flawless. He moved with such grace and precision that he wasn’t even touched once by his opponent. I couldn’t help but watch in awe as he maneuvered effortlessly across the platform, his every movement exuding confidence and skill. Before I could think much more about it, I overheard Demetri and Hawk talking nearby. Their conversation snapped me out of my thoughts as they referred to the tall guy as a “monster” because of his skill. The words hit me differently than I expected—guilt crept in. It didn’t feel right to hear them speak about him behind his back like that, especially when he was right there, demonstrating his abilities so effortlessly. I felt a pang of discomfort, as if they were undermining his talent. I couldn’t let it slide.

‘Don’t call him a monster,’ I exclaimed, my voice firm. ‘You don’t know him or what he deals with.’

They exchanged glances before looking at me, their expressions softening. I could see the apology in their eyes, and for a moment, the tension in the air seemed to ease. They nodded slightly, acknowledging what I had said, and I felt a small sense of relief. It wasn’t right to judge someone so quickly, and I wasn’t going to stand by and let it happen.

They announced that it was our turn. Roby and I were the first to step onto the podium to fight. As I climbed the stairs, the height of the platform hit me all at once, and my knees felt like they might give way, soft as cotton. Despite the flutter of nerves, I focused on doing my best, trying to shake off the unease.

Then, suddenly, our eyes met—the tall guy again. For a brief moment, I froze, distracted by the connection. My opponent saw the opening and almost pushed me off the platform. Just as I was about to lose my footing, Roby took a risk and managed to eliminate two opponents at once. The crowd erupted in cheers, and I heard the rush of feet as the other competitors came charging in, with Sam joining me on the platform.

Time passed, and it all came down to the final two opponents. Now, it was Miguel’s turn to step in and help me finish it. As we worked together to eliminate them, I felt a small surge of pride. I hadn’t fallen once, and that, in itself, was enough to bring a little bit of happiness in the midst of the chaos.

—

Everyone in our group was cheering after the competition. We were relieved and excited that we hadn’t been eliminated and that we still had a chance to continue in Sakai Taikai. But amidst the celebration, Miguel was nowhere to be found.

Just as Robby and I were catching our breath, we were called to the side by our Senseis. Their faces were serious, and I could feel the shift in the air as they delivered the bad news. One of our Senseis, along with Miguel, had to leave immediately. Miguel’s mother had been hospitalized, and there were complications with her pregnancy.

The weight of the situation hit me hard. Not only were we down one Sensei, but we were also losing a teammate. I couldn’t help but feel a deep concern for Miguel’s mother. I hoped she would pull through and that everything would turn out okay. It was hard to focus on anything else when I knew Miguel’s family needed him, and I hoped she’d recover quickly.

—

While everyone else was out partying at some random club in Barcelona, I found myself binge-watching a film series. After a while, I decided I needed a change of pace and thought a walk along the beach might clear my mind. I threw on a white hoodie and some black leggings, grabbed a bottle of water for the walk, and headed out. The evening air was cool, and I was ready for a little solitude by the ocean.

—

I walked for a moment, my thoughts still lingering on the events of the day, until I found myself at the beach. As I looked around, my eyes landed on someone standing nearby, shirtless. I blinked, and as I drew closer, I realized it was the tall guy from earlier.

The brown-haired boy was diligently practicing a series of movements, each one executed with remarkable precision and fluidity. Despite my exhaustion and the haze clouding my thoughts, I couldn’t seem to pull my gaze away. There was something captivating about the way he moved, as though every motion was deliberate and purposeful. My fatigue seemed to fade into the background as I became mesmerized by his focus and technique. It was almost as if everything around me disappeared, and I was entirely absorbed in watching him. I couldn’t help but wonder about the discipline and dedication that went into mastering such skills, but at the same time, I felt too drained to even process the thoughts fully. But then, my attention shifted when I noticed some red marks on his back. They stood out against his skin, drawing my gaze away from his fluid motions, and I couldn’t help but wonder how they had gotten there.

Suddenly, he executed a move that caused him to turn and face me directly. His expression shifted from focus to surprise, and for a moment, he froze, caught off guard by my presence. It was as if the sudden shift in direction had momentarily thrown him off balance, and we stood there in an awkward silence, both taken aback by the unexpected encounter.

‘Oh… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,’ I exclaimed, taking a step closer. As I moved, the cold wind hit me, sending a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill, but my attention remained on him, feeling the awkwardness between us linger in the air.

‘Uhm… I’m Y/n, by the way,’ I said, tilting my head to the side, feeling a bit shy and insecure. My voice was soft, unsure of how to break the silence. I couldn’t help but feel a little awkward standing there, hoping my introduction might ease the tension, even though my nerves made it hard to feel at ease.

‘Axel,’ he said, his voice a little stiff as he shifted slightly, looking tense and uncomfortable. I could tell he wasn’t quite sure how to handle the situation either, and his unease mirrored my own. The air between us felt a little thick, and I found myself wishing I could think of something to say to make it less awkward.

‘That’s a pretty cool kata. What’s it called?’ I asked softly, hoping to break the awkward silence. My voice was tentative, but I genuinely wanted to know. It felt like the right way to ease the tension between us, even if I was still a little unsure of myself.

‘I’m not supposed to talk to the opponents,’ he exclaimed, his tone a bit stubborn. There was a hint of defensiveness in his words, as if he was trying to set a boundary, but it only added to the awkwardness. I could tell he was trying to stick to some kind of rule, and I immediately felt a bit embarrassed for having spoken up.

‘We’re not on the mat,’ I said with a small smile, feeling the blush creep up my nose. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold, the embarrassment, or my own shyness causing the heat to rise in my cheeks, but I tried to brush it off. The awkwardness was still there, but I hoped my attempt at humor might ease the tension just a bit.

‘It’s pretty late for training,’ I exclaimed, sighing as I tried to warm up my hands by rubbing them together. The cold was starting to get to me, and I couldn’t help but feel the discomfort in my fingers. I glanced at Axel, hoping to ease the awkwardness with a casual comment, but the tension still lingered between us.

‘Always time for training,’ he said, his tone firm and matter-of-fact. His words carried a quiet determination, and for a moment, I felt like I was glimpsing a side of him that was completely focused, almost unshakable.

After he said that, he reached down to grab his shirt from the sand. As he moved, the red marks on his back became more visible, standing out sharply against his skin. I couldn’t help but notice them, the vividness of the marks raising questions in my mind.

‘Whoa, whoa… what happened to your back?’ I asked cautiously as he pulled his shirt over his head, my voice filled with concern as I took a few small steps forward. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was overstepping, but the marks were too striking to ignore. My curiosity and worry outweighed my hesitation.

‘Uh, from the bo staff competition,’ he answered quickly, his tone dismissive as he avoided meeting my concerned gaze. It was clear he didn’t want to dwell on it, brushing it off as if it were nothing, but the marks told a different story.

‘Nobody’s been able to land a point on you yet,’ I said, my tone light but observant. His reaction was immediate—he shifted uncomfortably, avoiding my gaze even more than before. The tension in his demeanor made me pause, debating whether or not to bring up what I had seen earlier during his training with his sensei. The memory of those moments weighed on my thoughts, but I wasn’t sure if addressing it would make things better or worse.

‘I saw what happened with your sensei,’ I said softly, breaking the silence. My tone was careful, not wanting to sound intrusive, but I felt the need to acknowledge what I had witnessed.

‘My sensei wants me to be the best. It’s because of him I never lose.’ he said coldly, his sharp tone cutting through the air as he looked directly at me. His gaze was steady, but there was an edge to it, as though he was daring me to challenge his words.

‘There are other ways of teaching,’ I said, my voice laced with concern. I couldn’t help but feel worried, sensing that his sensei’s approach might be pushing him too hard. I wanted to say more, but I wasn’t sure if I should press further.

‘I mean, I got to admit, your dojo’s pretty great,’ I exclaimed, offering him a friendly smile. I hoped my words would ease the tension, acknowledging his dedication while keeping the conversation light. Despite my concern, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

‘Thank you,’ Axel said, his tone softer, looking a little more at ease now. ‘You’re pretty… Your… Your dojo’s pretty good too.’ He added quickly, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, though I suspected it might have been as much from the cold as from his sudden shyness. His words caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the tension ease between us.

‘We try,’ I said with a small smile, hoping to reassure him. I could see the tension easing slightly, and I wanted to keep things light. The moment felt less awkward, and I was relieved for it.

‘Mind if I join?’ Axel asked, and the question caught me off guard. I hadn’t expected him to ask, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice that made me pause for a moment.

‘You want to switch dojo’s?’ I asked, raising my eyebrows in shock. The idea hadn’t crossed my mind, and I was curious about why he’d bring it up. It seemed like a bold move, especially given how dedicated he was to his current dojo.

‘Your walk. I was going back to hotel.’ he said, pointing towards the route I was supposed to take. It took me a moment to process what he meant, but then I realized he was offering to join me on the walk back, which felt unexpected but kind.

‘Oh, yeah,’ I laughed awkwardly, caught off guard by the offer. ‘Yeah, sure,’ I added quickly, hoping to reassure him. As we started walking, I couldn’t help but notice the height difference between us—he towered over me, and I felt a little small in comparison, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just another thing that made the moment feel a little surreal.

As we walked along the beach, the soothing sound of the waves crashing in the background, our conversation turned to travel. We began talking about the countries we had visited, sharing stories of our experiences in different places. The gentle breeze and the calming rhythm of the ocean made the conversation feel easy and natural, and for the first time that night, I felt completely at ease. From what he mentioned, it seemed like he had traveled to every country in Europe. He shared details about different cities and cultures he’d encountered, his experiences coming across as both vast and fascinating. It made me realize just how much he had seen and done, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at his travels. He also asked me a few questions, curious about my thoughts on Barcelona. He wanted to know what I thought of the city, what I hoped to visit, and what I wanted to do while I was here. His questions felt genuine, and I found myself sharing more than I had planned, enjoying the flow of our conversation. It was nice to talk about my plans without feeling rushed or pressured.

We laughed and enjoyed the moment, the conversation flowing easily, until one of our opponents from Tory’s team approached us with a few of his friends. The sudden interruption broke the easy atmosphere, and I could feel a shift in the air as they came closer.

‘How cute!’ Kwon exclaimed, tilting his head in sarcastic awe. His tone was playful yet teasing, as if he was trying to get a reaction from us. It was clear he wasn’t just making a casual comment, but rather trying to stir things up a bit

‘Little rival team play time, huh?’ he said with a grin, his words slurring slightly. It was clear he was definitely not sober, and his carefree smile made the situation feel a bit awkward. His tone was light, but there was an edge to it, as if he was trying to provoke something.

‘Just ignore them,’ I said with a sigh, glancing at Axel. I could feel the tension creeping in, but I didn’t want to let it ruin the moment. I hoped Axel would let it slide too, as it was clear Kwon’s words were meant more to tease than to start a real confrontation. I tried to walk past them, but they shifted right in front of me, giving me a big, smug smile. It was like they were blocking my path on purpose, clearly enjoying the chance to get under my skin.

‘Say the magic words,’ Kwon laughed, raising his eyebrows playfully. His grin widened, clearly enjoying the situation more than he should.

‘Move aside,’ I said, my tone laced with clear annoyance. I wasn’t in the mood for their games, and I made sure they knew it as I stood my ground.

‘Wrong,’ he said sternly, his playful demeanor shifting into something more confrontational. The tone in his voice made it clear he wasn’t going to let me off that easily.

‘Just leave us alone,” I sighed, frustration creeping into my voice. I was done with their teasing and just wanted to move on, hoping they’d finally get the hint. Kwon kneeled to my height and smiled, his expression mocking yet somehow amused. It was as if he thought the whole situation was a game, and I was the one missing the joke.

‘Only if you say please,’ he laughed, getting uncomfortably close, his face now just inches from mine. The mocking tone in his voice made my irritation grow, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him get under my skin.

That was the final straw for Axel. His expression darkened as his fist clenched tightly at his side. One of Kwon’s friends caught the movement and took it as a signal to strike, delivering a swift kick to Axel’s stomach. To my surprise, Axel barely even flinched, standing firm as if the attack hadn’t phased him.

At the same moment, the other friend of Kwon lunged toward me. Axel reacted immediately, dealing with his opponent effortlessly, his precision and speed almost intimidating. Inspired by his confidence, I focused on my attacker, countering their moves and managing to take them down just as effectively. The entire exchange was over in moments, leaving Kwon’s friends clearly outmatched.

Axel and I turned our attention to Kwon, who stood his ground with an overly confident smirk. ‘Come on, I’ll take you both. Let’s go,’ he taunted, his bravado thick in the air. But before he could make a move, one of his friends grabbed his arm and urged him to stop.

‘Let’s get out of here. The cops are coming,’ his friend said, the urgency in his voice cutting through Kwon’s bravado.

Sure enough, the faint wail of police sirens echoed in the distance. Without hesitation, Axel and I exchanged a quick glance and bolted in the opposite direction, heading back toward the beach.

By the time we stopped, both of us were out of breath, the cool ocean breeze offering some relief as we tried to collect ourselves. The tension of the moment slowly gave way to exhaustion, the sounds of the waves a stark contrast to the chaos we’d just escaped.

‘Cobra Kai… those assholes,’ I muttered between breaths, my frustration evident as I leaned forward, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. The adrenaline was still coursing through me, but the tension was beginning to ebb, replaced by a simmering annoyance at what had just unfolded.

‘Nice round kick,’ he said, his tone genuine as his eyes stayed fixed on me. There was a flicker of admiration in his gaze, and it caught me off guard for a moment. I straightened up, still trying to steady my breath, feeling a mix of pride and self-consciousness under his watchful look.

‘Nice counterstrike,’ I said between breaths, managing a small smile.

Axel returned the gesture with a genuine smile of his own, his gaze never wavering from mine. There was something steady and unwavering about the way he looked at me, and it made me feel oddly at ease despite everything that had just happened.

For a moment, the only sounds between us were the crashing waves in the distance and our labored breaths as we worked to steady ourselves. The adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving behind a strange sense of calm in the cool night air.

I exhaled deeply, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. My eyes scanned the area cautiously, the sound of the waves in the background grounding me. After another moment, I sighed again and checked once more before turning to Axel.

‘I think the coast is clear,’ I said softly, breaking the silence.

When I looked at him, I realized he was still watching me, his expression unreadable but intent. There was something in his gaze—an almost admiring quality—that made my heart skip for a moment. I quickly glanced away, unsure of how to react to the unexpected attention.

I took a quick glance at Axel, my heart racing when I saw he was still looking at me. Our eyes locked, and something shifted in the air between us. Feeling the pull, I couldn’t look away and decided to meet his gaze.

He stepped closer, closing the distance between us. I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes, the height difference suddenly feeling more pronounced. He gently cupped my cheek with one hand, his touch warm and reassuring. With the other, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing lightly against my skin. His expression softened, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips.

The closeness was intoxicating, and before I knew it, he began to lean in, his face inches from mine. My breath caught in my throat, and for a split second, I was ready to give in. But then, a sudden rush of doubt and hesitation swept over me.

‘Woah, no, no…’ I stammered, taking a few quick steps back. The air between us suddenly felt thick with tension, and I could feel the familiar rush of awkwardness creeping back, just like it had at the beginning of our conversation.

I avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the ground, unsure of what to do next. The moment that had felt so intense just moments ago now seemed like a mistake. Why had I pulled away? I had no idea, but the uncertainty left me with a knot in my stomach. Axel didn’t say anything right away, and for a second, the silence stretched between us like an unspoken question hanging in the air.

I tried to steady my breathing, hoping the moment would pass quickly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had just made things even more awkward.

‘I-I’m sorry… I thought-‘ Axel started, his words trailing off as he struggled to find the right thing to say.

He seemed just as uncertain as I was, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and embarrassment. I could see the hesitation in his eyes, and it made me feel even more guilty for pulling away.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to break the silence. The tension hung thick between us, but neither of us seemed to know how to ease it. It felt like everything had shifted in an instant, and now I wasn’t sure how to fix it without making it worse.

‘It’s already after curfew. We should get going,’ His voice was cold, the warmth from earlier now completely gone.

The shift was immediate. The tension between us that had been so palpable moments before evaporated, but not in a way that made me feel better. Instead, it felt like we had just snapped back to some kind of awkward normalcy—where he was distant and aloof again, and I was left fumbling for the right words.

I couldn’t tell if he was still hurt by my reaction or if he was simply shutting himself off, but either way, the walls between us were up once more, and I wasn’t sure how to bring them down.

—

The walk to the hotel was silent—so silent it felt suffocating. Each step felt heavier, the air thick with unspoken words. The usual ease between us was gone, replaced by an awkward distance I couldn’t seem to close.

I stopped abruptly, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. Axel walked a few steps further before halting, turning back to look at me, his expression confused.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, his voice softer than it had been since… well, since everything had changed.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know what I was feeling anymore. But I could tell that whatever had just happened between us—whatever I had done—had shifted something. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it felt like the space between us had grown wider than it had ever been before.

I grabbed my phone and glanced at the clock—it was 5 p.m. In an hour, the sunrise would begin. A sudden urge to be by the ocean took over me, the need for some space, for clarity. I sighed quietly to myself and turned to Axel.

‘I’m going back to the beach,’ I said softly. ‘You can head back to the hotel. Goodnight.’

I gave him a small wave and started walking away, my footsteps steady, but my mind still racing.

But then I heard them—footsteps. I stopped, turned, and looked back. It was Axel, walking a few paces behind me. We locked eyes, and for a moment, everything else faded. His gaze was soft, unreadable, but it felt like there was so much unsaid in the space between us. He didn’t say anything, not a single word, but his presence spoke louder than anything could.

I stood still for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Neither of us moved, but neither of us looked away either. The silence lingered, heavy and familiar.

I smiled softly, then turned back and began walking toward the beach. By the time I arrived, the air was colder than I expected, A crisp chill in the air made me pull my hoodie tighter around me, trying to keep the cold at bay. I sat down, wrapping my arms around myself, trying to find warmth in the stillness of the night.

Without a word, Axel appeared beside me. He gently draped his jacket over my shoulders, the warmth of it wrapping around me, offering more comfort than I realized I needed. I looked up, my breath catching for a second as I met his gaze, but he was already taking a few steps back, distancing himself.

He sat down a bit further away, his eyes fixed on the beach and the waves rolling in under the dark sky. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow on everything, but I found my attention drifting back to Axel. I couldn’t help it. His quiet demeanor, the way he observed the world around him—it was like he was in tune with everything. For a moment, I caught myself admiring him, his profile soft in the moonlight, his posture relaxed yet strong.

The silence between us felt comfortable, not awkward. It was as though, in this moment, there was no need for words. We just existed together, the sound of the waves, the chill in the air, and the quiet understanding between us.

The sun was about to rise any minute, and I glanced over at Axel, who looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep. I felt guilty for dragging him out here. Standing up, I walked over to him and handed his jacket back, noticing how cold it was and how he only had a sleeveless shirt on. Without saying anything, I sat next to him, gently placing his head on my shoulder, offering him the warmth I could.

I heard Axel sigh softly, and when I looked over at him, he seemed lost in thought. My gaze drifted to the waves, and just then, the sun began to rise, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. The sight made me straighten my posture, while Axel stretched and yawned, still staring at the horizon in silence. I couldn’t help but smile at the peaceful moment, before standing up and grabbing my phone to capture a photo of the sunrise.

I gently patted Axel’s head, feeling his messy hair beneath my hand. He looked so relaxed, yet on the verge of falling asleep. He looked up at me, and I gave him a soft smile, an unfamiliar flutter starting in my stomach. He slowly stood up, taking a few steps back before raising his phone. I turned to look at him, and to my surprise, he was taking a photo of me with the sunrise behind me. I couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling a faint blush creeping up my nose as I realized how much I enjoyed this moment.

As Axel put his phone down, I walked over to him, unable to resist the urge to give him a big hug. There were no words exchanged, just the sound of silence, the gentle lapping of the waves against the shore, and the warmth of the moment. As we pulled apart, the sunlight hit Axel’s face, casting a golden glow. He squinted slightly from the brightness, but the way the light accentuated his features made him even more captivating.

Without thinking, I reached out, cupping his cheek gently. He looked down at me with a soft, almost questioning gaze, and I couldn’t quite place the feeling swirling in my chest. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the long day, the weight of everything that had happened since the Sekai Taikai, or maybe it was just the way Axel made me feel like I was losing control of my thoughts.

I leaned in, my hands cradling his face, giving him one last, lingering look. His breath caught slightly, and for a moment, I hesitated, unsure of what was driving me. But the pull between us was undeniable. Without thinking further, I closed the space between us, pressing my lips to his.

The moment our lips met, everything seemed to pause. It wasn’t forceful or rushed, but rather soft, tentative—like we were both unsure yet certain at the same time. The warmth from his skin, the faint scent of the ocean mixed with the remnants of his cologne, surrounded me. I felt the gentle press of his lips against mine, a quiet reassurance, as though he was waiting for me to pull away if I needed to.

I didn’t.

Instead, I leaned into him just slightly, feeling the way his hand hesitated at my waist before it gently rested there, steadying both of us. His lips moved slowly, carefully, as if savoring the moment. There was a vulnerability in it, an unspoken question, and it made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected.

Time seemed to stretch, the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore fading into the background as everything else became a blur. It was just the two of us, caught in this quiet, intimate exchange that somehow spoke louder than any words could.

When we finally pulled apart, my head rested on his chest, breathless. My heart was pounding, my body still humming from the kiss. His hand gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes soft with something that felt like understanding—maybe even a little awe. Neither of us said anything, but in the silence, there was a shared certainty. It had happened.

—

Walking back to the hotel was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was that kind of silence where everything felt right, where words weren’t needed to fill the space. We just enjoyed each other’s company, the soft rhythm of our footsteps in sync.

When we reached my hotel room, I turned to face him, my hands resting gently on his shoulders. Before either of us could say anything, he leaned in, and we kissed again. This time, it was different. It was deeper, more intense, as if we were trying to memorize every sensation in case it was the last time. The kiss held a sense of urgency, an unspoken longing. Even though we both knew we’d see each other again that evening, in that moment, it felt like saying goodbye.

We pulled back reluctantly, but neither of us wanted to let go. Axel gave me a quick, soft kiss on the lips before stepping into the elevator. As the door began to close, I waved at him, my cheeks flushed with a mix of warmth and the excitement of the moment.

The elevator door closed with a soft ding, and I turned to face my room, my heart still racing. I knocked on the door, hoping Sam would be inside, but there was no response. No sign of life from the other side. Sighing, I leaned against the door, feeling a little deflated but still smiling, the feeling of Axel’s kiss lingering on my lips.

—

I leaned against the wall for a few minutes, the silence of the hallway around me, letting my mind replay the moments with Axel. Then, my phone buzzed, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, surprised to see a notification: Axel had followed me on Instagram.

A smile tugged at my lips as I quickly tapped the follow button to return the gesture. Right after, I saw the message pop up from him. My heart skipped a beat as I opened it.

‘Have a nice sleep. Thank you for today,’

I sighed, smiling to myself as I replayed the events of the night in my head. The warmth from our kiss still lingered, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of happiness that was hard to shake. But then, suddenly, a thought hit me—I didn’t have a room to go to.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized that Sam was probably still out and I hadn’t made any arrangements for the night. I glanced at the empty hallway, feeling a little lost. The idea of wandering around the hotel wasn’t exactly appealing

‘Axel, could you do me a favor?’ I typed, my fingers pausing before I hit send.

‘Of course, what is it?’ The text said and I sighed.

‘I seem to have forgotten my room key, and I don’t really want to wake up Sam. Could you help me out and let me crash in your room for the night? Just until morning,’ I texted, hitting send before I could second-guess myself.

I smiled, feeling a mix of relief and excitement as I read his message. Room 415. I quickly grabbed my things and made my way to the elevator. My heart raced a little faster than usual, but this time it wasn’t from anxiety—it was more of an anticipation.

As I stood waiting for the elevator doors to open, my phone buzzed again. Another notification from Axel.

‘Don’t worry, the bed’s big enough. You can relax.’

I chuckled softly to myself, feeling even more at ease. With a quick breath, I stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed behind me. It wasn’t much longer before I reached his floor.

I walked down the hallway, my footsteps almost echoing in the quiet of the night. When I arrived at his door, I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly.

The door opened almost immediately, and Axel stood there with a relaxed smile on his face, clearly having been waiting for me.

‘Hey,’ he greeted, stepping aside to let me in. ‘Make yourself at home.’

I stepped inside, feeling a warm sense of comfort wash over me. The quiet intimacy of the room felt calming, and I couldn’t help but feel a little more at peace.

I looked at Axel, taking in his casual yet somehow perfect appearance: a black hoodie, a white shirt underneath, and grey sweatpants that somehow made him look effortlessly handsome. There was a comfort in the way he stood, relaxed but confident.

I walked up to him, my heart pounding a little faster, the distance between us growing smaller with each step. Standing on my tiptoes, I gently cupped his face before leaning in and kissing him softly. The kiss was light at first, tentative, but as I started to pull away, he caught me by the waist, pulling me closer. His lips met mine again, this time with more urgency, more passion. The kiss deepened, our connection intensifying, as if neither of us wanted to let go of this moment.

My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his hoodie, while his arms wrapped around me, holding me close. The room around us faded away, and all that mattered was the feeling of his lips on mine, the way his touch made my heart race. It was a kiss that said more than words could, a kiss that made everything else feel insignificant.

After some time, we reluctantly pulled away, the lingering warmth of the kiss still filling the air. I yawned, suddenly feeling how exhausted I was, the weight of the day catching up to me. Axel, noticing, gently handed me some clothes, and I smiled gratefully at him before heading into the bathroom.

The shower was quick but refreshing, the hot water washing away the tension and fatigue. I quickly braided my hair, feeling a little more awake as I stepped out of the bathroom. When I emerged, I saw Axel lying on the mattress on the floor, his eyes closed, clearly trying to get some rest. His posture was relaxed, and he seemed so at ease in the room, even though the circumstances weren’t ideal.

I paused for a moment, watching him. There was something so comforting about how he looked there, in his own little world, yet still so present with me. With a small sigh, I walked over to the edge of the mattress, sitting down beside him. He opened one eye, glancing up at me before offering a sleepy smile.

‘Getting some sleep now?’ I asked softly, trying not to disturb his calm.

‘Yeah, just waiting for you,’ he murmured, his voice thick with sleepiness. ‘But, I’m not going to last long.’

I smile. ‘Why are you on the floor?’ I ask softly, gently caressing his cheek. ‘You can sleep with me if you’d like.’

Axel hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked up at me. The offer hung in the air between us, quiet but filled with unspoken understanding. He blinked slowly, clearly processing my words.

‘I didn’t want to make things awkward,’ he said, his voice low, almost hesitant. ‘I figured you’d prefer your space.’

I smiled, brushing my thumb across his cheek gently. ‘It’s not awkward,’ I reassured him. ‘You’re always welcome to be close. Don’t worry about it.’

He looked at me for a second longer before giving a small, almost shy smile. ‘Thanks.’

Without another word, he shifted, moving toward the bed, his body still tense but clearly relieved. He laid down next to me, a little awkwardly at first, but then his body relaxed as he settled in.

I pulled the blanket over both of us, my hand finding his, squeezing it gently. The warmth between us was comforting, and for a moment, everything felt right. We both closed our eyes, the silence between us now peaceful and easy, as we drifted off to sleep together.

A/N; hiii everyone, just finished watching cobra kai part 2 and I LOVE ITTT! I have such a MASSIVE crush on Axel :p I wanted to apologise for my spelling mistakes 😓 have a nice day further! love yourself and drink a lots of water :)

love ya

xoxo Z.S.

[itsnesss]

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | axel returns to the room and confronts you, jealous and possessive after seeing you talking to a cobra kai member. his jealousy intensifies, and he claims you as his

warnings | possessive, jealous, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 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 alone in the room. Axel hasn't returned from his last training yet, and although your mind is occupied with thoughts about the event, something continues to trouble you. It's the same feeling you've had for weeks, ever since you started noticing the small changes in Axel. The way he looks at you, how he touches you, how he claims you as his own. It's not that it bothers you, but... it makes you wonder how far he's willing to go.

You are standing by the window, looking at the hotel streets, when the door swings open. The figure of Axel enters, his gaze fixed on you, and for a second, the rest of the world fades away.

With his karate uniform on and his defiant attitude. you can't help but notice the intensity of his presence. You know him well, and you know that kind of look is not casual. Something is happening.

"What are you doing here? " his voice is low but clear. It's not a kind question. It's an accusation, you turn around, surprised, but not enough to miss the dangerous glint in his eyes. A glint that intensifies when he sees you're alone. As if he felt jealous, possessive, even without knowing what for.

"I was just waiting for you to come back," you respond calmly, although your heart beats faster as you see them approaching.

"Waiting for me?" he repeats, letting out a dry laugh, you looked at him without understanding. "I saw you in the lobby".

You turn around, feeling the discomfort wash over your body. You haven't done anything wrong, but for some reason, the way Axel looks at you now makes you feel like you're trapped in something much bigger than yourself.

" I was just talking" you respond quickly, trying to downplay the situation. You know that Axel doesn't usually show jealousy so obviously.

but something in his attitude makes you think that this time will be different.

Axel steps forward, his dark eyes fixed on yours. There is something dangerous in his gaze, a kind of control that seems to have awakened within him. The air in the room becomes thick, and you feel a knot in your stomach.

"With a Cobra Kai guy?" The way he says those words sends shivers down your spine, there's a hint of disdain, of something you don't like, as if he couldn't stand the idea of seeing you talk to someone from that dojo. "And what were they talking about?"

The tone of his voice is lower, almost as if he were controlling something within himself. Axel takes another step towards you, and you feel the tension in your body as you notice the distance between you both shrinking.

"Axel, it's not what you think" , you try to justify yourself, but he interrupts you with a brusque gesture.

"Don't lie to me" his eyes don't leave yours, and you can see how his jaw tightens. The silence that follows is dense, uncomfortable. "You were smiling with him, talking as if everything was fine. Do you like that? Do you like it when another guy pays attention to you?"

The question is direct, brutal. You remain silent, unable to respond. His attitude is possessive, and for some reason, you feel like you can't escape his gaze. Axel is not a jealous guy by nature, but today is different. Today, his desire to control everything seems to overflow.

" Is that what you want?" he continues, and now his words have a harshness they never had before.

you had heard in him. "What other guys look at you? Because st is ast, so I'm doing the things wrong".

Before you can react, Axel quickly approaches and firmly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him. His face is so close to yours that you can see the fire in his eyes. The contact of his hand on your skin makes you shiver, and although you know you are in an uncomfortable situation, something in HIS strength in that intensity makes you feel. captivated.

"You are mine. Only mine" his voice is so low and hoarse that it sends shivers down your spine. You don't know if it's a threat or a promise, but fear and excitement mix in your stomach. "I don't want to see another guy near you, do you understand? No one else has the right to look at you like that".

Your mind is blank, your words caught in your throat. The idea of me confronting you like that

way, that demands you to be only theirs, it invades you. You don't know if it's a feeling of threat or of

desire, but something within you responds to its call

"Axel..." you whisper, but he doesn't let you continue.

With a swift movement, he pulls you towards him, crushing your lips against his in a wild kiss. It's not a tender kiss, it's not a kiss of affection. It's fierce, demanding.

As if he were claiming something he considers his own, you are left breathless, but something inside you doesn't want him to stop. The force with which he kisses you makes you feel completely trapped, but, at the same time, it excites you. Something in that possessiveness envelops you, makes you feel that, in some way, he is showing how much he desires you.

No matter what happens, he wants you to know: you are his.

When they finally part, their eyes lock onto yours, filled with a determination that takes your breath away.

" I don't want to see you near anyone else. Only I have the right to touch you, to kiss you. No one else".

Your words get caught in your throat as you look into their eyes. You feel his control over you, you feel how he has you in his hands, and although a part of you knows you should resist, another part simply doesn't want to.

"Do you need me to remind you who you are?" he asks, his tone relentless

Your breathing becomes faster, each heartbeat echoing in your ears. For a moment, you wonder if you should speak, resist, defend yourself from the way he is looking at you, but something in his gaze paralyzes you. That mix of power and certainty envelops you, and although you feel the need to react, it costs you much more than you expected. And without thinking any further, you respond: "Y-yes..."

His hands lifted your dress enough to expose your legs and your panties. His lips found your neck, tracing your ear as he rubbed your clitoris through the fabric of your panties. "You are mine".

Another moan escaped your lips. You wanted nothing more than his hands on you, to touch you for real. Axel smiles at the sound of your moans. "Do you like that?"

"Yes..."

"Fine" He continues kissing your neck before pulling away, "You thought you could talk to another man" his hands tore your underwear from your body, making you gasp.

He smiled at your expression of surprise, his dark and intense eyes as he touched your folds again, making a moan escape your lips. He ran his fingers over you before stopping at your clitoris, rubbing it slowly. He watched your face, listened to your moans, teased you, and withdrew his hand.

You let out a frustrated noise "Axel..."

Axel looks at you with a smug expression "Yes, baby?"

"Please..."

He raises an eyebrow at your plea. He was enjoying provoking you too much, he didn't want to give in so easily. His hand brushed against you very lightly again. "What, please?" you moaned again. "Use your words," he whispered as he continued rubbing you, but without letting you reach that sweet release, his movements were slow and steady.

"Please..." you say with a moan.

"Please, what? You're going to have to tell me what you want" keep rubbing your clitoris slowly, loving how desperate you were.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your voice: "...let me finish"

He smiled at your request, his fingers rubbing a little faster "Do you want to come?" you nod, your eyes showing how desperate you are "Beg for it" his lips near your ear as he whispers.

"Please, Axel... please" you begin to feel your orgasm building.

Axel smiles at your plea, his fingers rubbing even faster, making you moan a little louder. "Please, what? You have to be specific"

"Please, let me finish... please" your voice sounded so desperate that I had never heard you like that before.

He leaned in even closer, his hand paused, and he whispered in your ear again: "Say you're mine."

A sound of frustration escaped you again when he stopped. "I am yours. Please..."

He smiles at your words, his hand begins to move again. "That's right. You are mine. No one else can touch you".

His hand finally starts moving faster, giving you what you wanted. He rubbed your clitoris faster, applying a bit more pressure, and within seconds, he watched you unravel. Your legs trembled with the force of your orgasm.

"We haven't finished yet" I drag you with him to the bed, laying you down while you anxiously waited for him to undress.

His hand placed itself between their bodies, holding his penis as he positioned himself at your entrance. He wasn't gentle when he pushed inside you, making you moan.

Axel's hips began to move at a fast and strong pace, pouring all his frustration onto you.

"You are mine. Do you understand that?" you nod.

"I'm yours" you say, moaning.

He leans in and whispers in your ear "That's right, you're mine. All mine. No one else can touch you. No one else can make you feel this way".

The situation and the way he was gripping you tightly was too much, and soon your walls began to tighten around his cock. Your moans began to grow louder and more frequent until you finally had an orgasm.

His movements began to become more erratic and uneven, and feeling you cum around him that way was his breaking point. He let out a moan when he finally came inside you.

They stood there, in silence for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath. "Are you okay?" You nodded.

"Wasn't I too harsh?"

"No, of course not. I was very well" .

"Well, I wouldn't want to hurt you"

"You didn't" you looked at him before speaking again "You know I love you, right? I don't want you to feel like I was doing something wrong, it's just... he asked me something and I didn't want to be rude"

Axel smiled at your words "I love you too"

"But..."

"But?" Axel looked at you alarmed.

"Maybe I should make you jealous again if you're going to catch me like this."

"Don't even think about it, if you want sex like that you just have to ask" he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

[brookediamonds]

who's the cute boy with the white (black) jacket and the thick accent?

Axel Kovačević x fem! reader

Summary: Landing yourself a spot in the Sekai Taikai with Miyagi-Do, you and your teammates are in Barcelona ready to defeat Cobra Kai once and for all but not without challenges and possibly…romance?

Word count: 2k Warnings: None

Masterlist

Part 2

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You stood next to Robby, hands behind your back slightly bored rocking on your heels as the photographer snapped photos of the team captains.

“You there in the back,” the camera man speaks up. “Show some emotion.”

You turn your head to your left nosely trying to see whom the photographer was referring to when the tallest man stood over you, dressed in sweats, soft brown hair swept up, and a chiseled face for a teenage boy.

He was rather handsome, almost intimidating by the forced closed mouth smile he was asked to put on.

The tall boy caught your curious eyes, and glanced down at you.

You shoot him a small smile before turning your head back to front not catching the blush the crept on the boy’s cheeks after your small gesture.

“Perfect,” the camera man breathes out when he sees stone cold boy finally crack a smile.

“We’re done here,” the man excused the athletes. You let out a sigh of relief, tucking the strands of your hair back behind your ears and stepping away from the swarm of people.

“Miss,” you hear a deep accent approach from behind you, a large hand lightly tugging at your arm.

You turn swiftly coming face to face with the tall pale boy you met gazes with a few seconds ago. You glance down at his hold on your arm, causing him to step back releasing his grip.

“S-Sorry,” he apologizes. “You dropped this.”

He held out a small crescent moon stud that resembled the earrings you put on daily. You gasp when you realize your right earlobe was in fact missing its normal accessory.

“Oh my god!” You exasperate reaching out for the earring. “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome,” he says curtly before walking past you not giving you time to respond. You frown hoping you might be able to introduce yourself but his long strides sent him halfway down a hall.

You see Sam and Robby walk away from the team, leaving you to wonder the aquarium yourself.

Stopping in front of tank of small colorful fishes you smile to yourself admiring the beauty of the fish swimming amongst each other.

You had dreamt of being given this opportunity to show off your skills and fight for a title that could expand your talent and interests and you were finally here. You had made it.

Noticing your bare ear in your reflection of the glass, you fish out your stud from your pocket of your jeans and attempt to place the earring back in.

Unfortunately it was a flat back earring, and while you were able to place the back of earring in, the front was harder to pin point.

You huffed in frustration squinting at your reflection when you noticed another figure in the corner of your eye.

The chiseled boy from earlier stood calmly diagonal from you, tearing his eyes away from your frustrated state, looking at the large tank in front of him.

“Hey,” you take a step towards him slowly. "I'm (Y/n)."

"Axel," he nods barely sparing you a glance.

"Think you could help me put this back in?" You ask holding up the stud, hoping to start a conversation with the quiet boy.

"I- I'm not supposed to speak to opponent," he attempts to excuse himself. You wouldn't let him get away that easy.

"Competition hasn't started. We're not rivals just yet," you tease him playfully.

Your words make him feel at ease, the corners of his lips turning up. Axel takes a few steps towards you until he's toe-toe with you.

“Can’t get the front back in,” you shrug sheepishly holding up the moon. He nods taking the golden jewel out of your small hand and into his large one.

You move your hair to one side revealing the ear that once held the earring. Gently, he tilts your head to the side allowing him to see properly since you were much shorter than him.

You felt butterflies swarm your stomach at his close proximity, his face came so close to yours making sure to place the stud in securely.

"All done," he says removing his hands from the side of your face.

"Thank you," you smile up at him finally taking in his appearance. The blue water surrounding you both reflected in his dark emerald green eyes, pulling you into a trance.

His eyes flickered to the tank next to you, a pink blush cascading across his porcelian skin.

"Pretty isn't it?" You ask turning to the glass filled with sea creatures in front of you.

"Very pretty," Axel agrees twisting to face the aquatic scenery as well. Afraid he might flee again, you take your phone out.

"Do you mind taking me a picture?" You ask.

"Sure," he grins taking ahold of your phone. You stood leaning against the glass lightly, arms crossed behind your back, slightly tilting your head with a smile.

Axel pressed the screen a few times before bringing the device down.

"Do they look okay?" You ask walking up to him to look at the photos.

"Beautiful," he says catching your attention but quickly corrects himself. "T-They're beautiful."

You blush at his statement, about to respond when Sam calls out for you at the end of the tunnel.

"We're heading out," she says waiting patiently for you. You nod at her before turning back to Axel.

"I'll see you later on the mat?" You almost ask as a promise to see each other later.

"I will see you later," he responds sincerely with a genuine smile. You turn to make your way towards your best friend when Axel spoke your name sending your heart fluttering.

"You forgot this," he says handing you your phone making you smack your head.

"Thanks, once again," you laugh embarrassed. He nods shrugging as in no problem before you finally make it to Sam feeling like a giggly school girl.

"What just happened? And who was that?" Sam filled with excitement ambushes you as you both turn the corner.

You sighed dreamily, already thinking back to the small interaction hoping it wasn't the last.

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Your team was getting their ass kicked. There was some downtime before the next event leaving you and the team to rest and regather yourselves.

Between Robby being distracted by Tory, Hawk and Demetri arguing, and now Mr. Larusso disappearing before the next round had you nervous about this possibly being the last day for your team.

"Voicemail?" You ask as you and Sam make your way to the competition.

"Yeah, I just hope he's okay," she says putting her phone away. You two suddenly hear grunting and the sound of someone sparring.

You and Sam stop in front of the open studio seeing a familiar face standing in a fighting stance with his sensei whom he was practicing with.

"Stop," the older man holds his gloved hand up. "What are you doing wrong?"

Axel looks down at his stance and shrugs confused when his sensei suddenly brings his gloved hand down smacking the boy.

You cock your head back eyes flitting over to Sam who looked just as surprised as you.

"Again," Axel is demanded. When he tries again, he unfortunately fails.

This time his sensei drops his pad angrily, and smacks Axel on his back five times making you hold your breath as you reach out to Sam, scared.

Axel who was slumped over waiting for the beating to be over, glances up making brief eye contact with you.

Before you can interject, Sam hurriedly pulls you by the wrist to get you two out of there.

"Should we go back and make sure he's okay?" You ask worriedly as you both sped walked to your team.

"Something tells me he's used to it," Sam spoke uneasily. "We're running late, maybe we can talk to him later."

You nod in agreement, Johnny was going to be pissed it took you all so long to get here.

You would find Axel later.

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After winning your last two events and not being eliminated, the team decided to celebrate and relax by going out to a bar nearby.

You hung out with Sam and Robby for about half an hour until you got bored of the scenery and decided to take a walk by yourself to get some air.

Unclasping your sandals, you remove them before stepping into the cool sand and walking along the water.

The smell of the salt air placed a feeling of ease in you, the sound of the waves crashing music to your ears. A shiver runs down your spine as the breeze gets a little stronger making you regret not bringing a jacket.

As you walked further down the shore, you noticed a tall man moving with grace in the sand just a few feet from you.

It was Axel. And he was shirtless. You gulped attempting to keep your cool.

"Hey!" You call out to him. He jumped mid move startled by your presence, but relaxed once he realized it was you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I was just getting some air," you explain.

"It's fine," he reassures you, wanting to go back to his routine.

"It's pretty late to be training isn't it?" You ask walking closer to him.

"Always time for training," he responds before bending down away from you to pick up his shirt and jacket off the sand.

You gasped as he stood up, noticing the pink and purple bruises down his back.

"Axel, your back," you want to reach out but hold yourself back incase you're overstepping. "What happened?"

The tall boy throws his muscle shirt over his head, not meeting your eyes.

"Uh, from bo staff competition," he lies stuttering his words. You narrowed your eyes at him not buying his story.

"Nobody's been able to land a point on you yet," you point out. You had been watching him the entire competition, he was unstoppable and a damn good fighter.

He looks at you at a loss for words, avoiding your sympathetic gaze.

"I saw what happened with your sensei earlier," you spoke quietly. Axel looked defeated, and tired it made you want to just hug and hold him.

"My sensei wants me to be the best," he attempts to justify. "It is because of him, I never lose."

You nod moving closer to him.

"There are other ways of teaching," you shrug. "I mean, I gotta admit your dojo's pretty great."

"Thank you," he finally cracks a smile making me feel warm inside. "You're pretty."

You blush at his statement before he corrects himself. "Your dojo's pretty good too."

"We try," you chuckle.

You walk a step past him before looking back at him.

"Do you want to practice some more or join me for a tiring walk back to the hotel?" You ask jokingly.

He squeezes his black jacket in his hands before moving along with you.

"I'd love to join you," he grins. The wind blows through your white sundress making your teeth slightly chatter catching Axel's attention.

As you wrap your arms around yourself, you suddenly feel something drape around your shoulders. You realize Axel had given you his jacket.

"Thank you," you breathe out slipping your arms through the sleeves. He smiles down at you.

"So you've been watching me?" He spoke as you continued to walk down the sand.

You let out a little laugh, your face turning red from embarrassment.

"I've been watching you too," he says. "You're an amazing fighter, very graceful."

You're taken aback by his words, it meant a lot coming from him. You both stop in your place, facing one another.

"Really?" You ask hoping he wasn't messing with you.

He nods reaching his hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear carefully.

Your breathing picked up, nerves running over your body as he brought his hand down your arm and intertwined your hands together.

"Very beautiful as well," he says leaning down slowly. You close your eyes, and stand on your tippy toes to press your lips up against his.

You snake one arm around his neck as he grabbed you by your hips pulling you closer to him. His lips were warm and soft, unhurriedly memorizing the taste of yours.

When you both finally pull apart, Axel is smiling softly down at you, admiring the twinkle in your eyes that shone from the full moon.

"So much for being rivals right?" You joke lazily laying your hands on his chest.

"I think we are passed that," he laughs before leaning down and kissing you again.

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a/n: part 2? i've never really written parts on tumblr before nor made a masterlist. there's a first for everything i guess. hope y'all liked this!

[thesingingnorwegian]

axel caught simping for sam in 4k

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Axel & Miguel in that one scene: