#cobra kai fanfics

[hs-is-loml]

FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

[redroses07]

Dating Miguel Diaz ♡

[happy74827]

Real Life Fairytale

[Robby Keene x Female!Reader]

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

WC: 712

Category: Fluff, First Kiss

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

『••✎••』

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

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

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

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

The Halloween Bash, of course.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged and leaned closer, his eyes searching yours.

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

He grinned. "Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

[extinctlesspains]

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

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

𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊!!

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

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

𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤

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

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

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

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

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

[uniicorns-arereall]

are you guys ever reading some absolutely FILTHY smut and you just think to yourself:

like why are we bringing crazy plot points into this… and why do i kinda like it ?? JK JK

[hawksbacktattoo]

Pent Up | Sensei Wolf x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has gone too long without her lovers touch

Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, chøking, slight domination, smut with plot

Word count: 1.5k

Not proof read

You've been cooped up in your husband's hotel since this competition started. Briefly leaving every one and a while to get some fresh air. But, you have to admit, with him gone for hours on end and coming straight to bed late at night, you've been pent up.

It doesn't help when he comes back sweaty, the intense scowl on his face when the day was stressful. How he looks when he finishes his shower, water dripping from his hair to his toned torso. All of this just for him to kiss you on the cheek and pass out.

He's gone before you wake and frankly you've grown needy for his touch. Longing just to have his hands all over you. To see that look in his eyes as he devours between your thighs.

Popping a grape in your mouth as the thoughts run wild, you decide tonight he is going to give you what you want. A smirk disrupting your smile as you hop up from the plush hotel mattress.

You hum, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your fingers run across the lingerie hanging before you. You know he much he loves to see you dressed up for him, just as much as he loves to see you bare and beneath him.

You chuckle to yourself, grabbing a few pieces from the rack and heading into the dressing room to try them on.

It was a hard decision for sure, each one looking better than the next but you finally made up your mind. A black see through two piece, with matching stockings and a little bunny headnand. You had just the thing in mind when you saw yourself in the mirror.

Checking out, you thank the cashier and make your way back to the hotel. You had plenty of time to kill before he wrapped up for the day.

Running a bubble bath, you soak yourself in the warmth of the water. Soft R&B music buzzing from the phone in your hand, other hand accompanied by a glass of wine.

Swirling the liquid around in your glass, you scroll through the tournament photos. He looked so good in his gi. You loved the way he looked when he was focused or determined.

Placing your phone to the side you bask in the warmth around your body, taking a sip from you glass with a satisfied hum. The music resonating through the echoey bathroom.

Stepping out of the bath you wrap a towel around your body. Lathering lotion over your skin when you take a seat in front of the large bathroom mirror. Unraveling the towel from your hair, you give yourself a wink in the mirror before pampering yourself.

Curled hair, a dash of makeup just for an extra dab of umph, lacey lingerie hugging every curve on your body perfectly. Finishing your look off with a pair of black pumps and the flimsy bunny ears.

Tying a black robe around your body, you take one more glimpse at the time before scurrying back into the bedroom to finish up the final touches.

You could heard chatter echoing in the halls as the people from the tournament make their ways back to their rooms. Laughter and the sound of shoes scraping against the carpet flour outside the room mad your ears perk.

Sitting yourself on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on the door waiting for him to walk through it.

You hear the buzz of the key card pressing to the sensor, unlocking the door. Heat running to your core as he finally enters the room. Everything felt like slow motion, the sensual music, aroma from the candles making the scene even better.

His eyes flicked up to you, door clicking close behind him. And intrigued look in his eyes as he scans your appearance. "What's all this?" His voice boomed. Throwing his things onto the table next to the door, he untied his gi allowing it the fall open and expose his delicious body hidden behind it.

"Something special. Have a seat." You directed him, pointed to the bed next to you. He snickers, plopping down onto the side of the bed, legs spread apart.

Stepping in front of him, you give him a cheeky grin as your slowly untie your robe, making sure to take your sweet time peeling it off your body. "Fvck.." He breathed out heavy as the robe hit the floor.

Licking his lips, he leans forward elbows against his knees as he watches you sway in front of him. Running your hands down your thighs as you bend down in front of him.

The desire building behind his eyes excited you, that was the loom you were craving for..

Closing the distant between the two of you, you lean forward, hands pressing against this thighs as you spoke. "I think this bunny needs to be devoured.. Mr. Wolf." You could hear his breath tremble, eyes meeting yours.

"What a perfect treat." He growled, hands finding your waist as he stands from the mattress, body towering over yours. It took no time for him to rip through the thing fabric. Mouth finding your now bare chest, teeth raking over your sensitive nipples.

You moan in blissful pain when he bites down on your nipple, gripping the other in the palm of his hand.

Lifting one of your legs off the ground, he places it on the arm of the chair next to the bed, fingers caressing down your covered thigh. "My bunny did this all for me?" You quiver at the name, nodding to his question.

You watch him basically fvck you with his eyes, a low chuckle emitting from him. "What's funny?" You whine, face flushing from embarrassment.

His hand gripped your chin and he clicked his tongue. "Nothing my love." He grinned. The sweet moment immediately perishing as he rips through the bottom half of two piece. As much as you loved how aggressive he gets during times like these, kinda sucks he ruined the outfit, it was cute.

The only thing left was your stockings and the black red bottoms hugging your feet. Pushing you down on the bed, his hand ran down your back. Planting kisses to the back of your thighs as you arched out for him, wiggling your hips.

His finger glided over your wet folds, your slick coating it. Groaning, he lands a hard slap to your *ss earning a surprised moan from you. "You look so delicious bunny." You could feel his absence from behind you only to be met with another hard slap to your *ss.

You squealed at the feeling body jerking forward. "Xiao fvck me please." You could wait any longer, the need building in you was overbearing.

Kissing up your back, he moves your hair to the side and leans in to your neck, breath brushing against your ear. "Aw did you miss my cvck?" He teased, cvck rubbing over your folds. "Just fvck me already." She huffed, eyes rolling.

Scoffing, Wolf flips you over to your back, hand gripping your throat. "Excuse me? Do I need to put you in your place." You whimper shaking your head no.

Slipping past your folds, eyes locked on to yours as he rolls his hips into you. "That's what I thought." He spat back, hands gripping at the soft flesh of your breast while he fvcked into you.

Thrusts slow and long, he knew what he was doing. He wanted you to beg for him, cry out how much you wanted his to ruin you. And that's exactly what happens, a whine slipping past your lips when you grab at his wrists.

"I need you Xiao, I need to feel you deep inside me." She cried, hips lifting off the bed to ask her legs lock around his hips. Pulling him deeper into her aching pvssy.

A grin masks over his face, pulling her legs from around his waist, gripping her ankles as he slams into her. A loud cry bubbles from your throat, cvnt squeezing around his girl. "Just like that Xiao." You scream out, throwing your head back when he fuck deeper into you.

Rolling his hips up with every thrust to his your sensitive spot. The feeling was so overwhelming, you couldn't get enough of his hands on you.

Turning your to your side, he places one leg on his shoulder and straddles the other, continuing his abvse to your quivering pvssy. "Good bunny." He moaned, pressing his thumb to your clit.

You couldn't stop the cry like moans the spewed from your lips, tears dripping down your cheeks while your orgasm shakes through you. The face you make only driving him more crazy.

The louder you cried out, the harder he pounded into you. Pulling you off the bed, he pushes you to your knees, jerking himself in front of you before a loud grunt rips from his throat as he paints white ribbons onto your fvcked out face.

Wiping some of his cvm from your face with his thumb, his sticks it into your mouth, smiling down at you. "Mm, that's right." He sighed, picking you up from the floor.

Helping you clean up, he ruffles your hair. "Maybe you can dress up as a cat next time." He teased, pulling his shirt on. You shake your head, smile as your climb into bed, body snug in one of his shirts.

[xgryffinwhore]

Drive me crazy

Summary: Johnny and Her have always been best friends, but could this house party change everything?

Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, smoking, drinking

Word count: 8K

The music at the Cobra Kai house party was loud—too loud, but Johnny Lawrence didn’t care. He leaned back against the couch, a half-empty beer in his hand, eyes lazily scanning the room. He wasn’t really paying attention to the chaos around him, though. His mind was somewhere else, like it had been for the past few weeks.

His best friend was across the room, laughing, talking to some of the other girls from school, and looking way too good tonight. She always looked good, but recently, something had shifted. The way Johnny looked at her had changed. He hated to admit it—even to himself—but every time he saw her now, his chest tightened. It was starting to mess with him.

He took another swig of beer, trying to shake it off. She was his best friend, for crying out loud. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this about her. But every time she smiled, every time she caught his eye and flashed him that look that made him feel like he was the only one who mattered... It was driving him crazy.

Johnny had already had more to drink than usual. He was trying to push down these stupid feelings that were bubbling up, but the more he drank, the harder it got to ignore them. And then it happened—some girl, one of the loudmouths from school, started talking to his best friend. At first, Johnny didn’t think much of it. But then he saw the way the girl was laughing, a little too loudly, making snide remarks like she was better than her.

His best friend lunged at the loudmouth's jaw.

He slammed his beer down and got to his feet, weaving through the party.

Before things could escalate further, Johnny did something that surprised everyone in the room, including himself. Without thinking, he turned to his best friend, grabbed her by the waist, and in one quick motion, threw her over his shoulder. The room fell silent for a second as everyone stared, but Johnny didn’t care.

“Come on,” he muttered, his voice rough, as he made his way toward the door with her still slung over his shoulder.

The alcohol heavy in her system as she was lifted off the ground by him. She attempted miserably to flail her arms and legs as he carried her out of the house party like a sack of potatoes.

It was always *something* with them. Whether it was hot headed arguments, her dragging him away from a fight, or him dragging her. Their friendship is an interesting dynamic, nonetheless.* "Johnny, what the hell?" She slurred.

Johnny carried her outside, her weight familiar and comfortable against him. He was painfully aware of their proximity as he walked, her body pressed against him, the warmth of her skin seeping through his shirt. He grumbled under his breath, trying to ignore the feeling stirring in his chest.

He didn't stop until they were a fair distance from the party, the music now a faint thump in the background. He set her down gently, his grip lingering on her waist for a moment too long before he abruptly pulled his hands away.

She stood there, crossed armed, he *really* didn't have to do all of that. She huffed, she was torn, although he was always butting in, she knew he really did care for her. Her expression softened as she pondered over these conflicting thoughts.

She laughs at the irony. Johnny was always known for starting fights, he has the lowest temper in the valley. "Thats *rich* coming from you lawrence.”

"That’s different" He retorted, taking a step closer. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, the familiar smell making his head spin. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to reach for her.

"You can’t just go around picking fights that I then have to rescue you from." He closed the remaining distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gotta stop being so goddamn reckless."

"Yeah you really can't be the one telling me that" she shakes her head. Johnny is the last person to be telling her this. The amount of reckless fights he'd gotten into, for worse reasons than hers, he should just shut his stubborn mouth now. *Man ,that stubborn mouth...* She shakes off the thought. 

Johnny bristled at her dismissive tone, his stubborn nature rising to the surface. "Yeah? And why not? I've had to save your ass more times than I can count." He stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers now. He could feel her breath on his skin, the heat radiating off her body. *God, he wanted her so badly.*

"You gotta start thinking before you act. I'm sick of your stupidity."

Her eyes locked with his icy blue ones, his comment having a bitter taste in her mouth. "And I'm sick of you being an asshole" she rebuttals. It couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, he was pretty much insufferable. But she couldn't get enough. 

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit a nerve. He was used to her fiery comebacks, but something about this one stung. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed with determination, but he couldn't stop himself from taking another step closer.

He was so close now that their chests were almost touching. He could feel her breath against his lips, and all he wanted to do was close the remaining space between them. Instead, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Yeah, well, I'm not the one constantly needing saving."

HIs musk affected her more than she wanted to admit. Her thoughts were clouded, her brain going foggy as she looked up at him, his blonde hair messy and perfect. She was drunk, being this close to him while she was impaired was definitely not good.

"I..I.." she started, shaking her head. She quickly turned away, heading back inside. One more second out there with him, and she didn't know what would have happened. 

Johnny wanted to stop her, to pull her back and hold her against him. But his arms hung at his sides, frozen in place. He watched numbly as she walked away, his mind racing. *What the hell was happening to him*? He was supposed to be her best friend, not some lovesick idiot.

He let out a frustrated curse, raking a hand through his hair. He couldn't go back to the party, not now. He needed some air, some time to think, to put his emotions back in check.

The door opened again, Bobby waltzed outside, completely trashed. Bobby was Johnny's other best friend, sure he's an idiot, but he knew JOhnny better than anyone. "Hey man, came out for a cig, want one?" 

Johnny looked up, somewhat relieved to see Bobby stumbling out of the party. "Yeah, sure." He said gruffly. He took the offered cig and lit it, inhaling deeply. The nicotine hit his system, helping him calm down a fraction.

Bobby glanced at him, noticing the conflicted look on his face. "You alright, man?"

Johnny shrugged noncommittally, taking another drag. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Bobby, tipsy as he was, knew Johnny better than anyone. He could sense that there was something more going on, something bothering his best friend. "You sure, man? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Johnny was silent for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it, but he also knew that he couldn't keep his thoughts bottled up forever.

"It's just..." He trailed off, staring at the ground. He took another drag of his cigarette, gathering his thoughts. "I don't know, man. Things are complicated right now."

Bobby nodded understandingly. "Complicated how? With a girl?"

Johnny let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, something like that."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Is it... *her*?"

Johnny's silence was all the confirmation Bobby needed. He knew how Johnny felt about his best friend. He'd been the one dealing with Johnny's drunk ramblings and love-fueled rants for months.

Johnny glanced up at him, almost surprised that he'd figured it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Bobby chuckled. "Kinda. You're not exactly subtle, man."

Johnny let out a heavy sigh. "I just... I don't know what to do, man. She drives me crazy. I can't shake these feelings. And I don't know how to deal with them."

Bobby took a drag of his own cigarette, thinking for a moment. "I see the way she looks at you man, she’s gotta at least feel *something*” Bobby puts his arm around Johnny's shoulders. “I mean face it, you guys fight like cats and dogs, then are all over each other the next day.”

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knew Bobby was right. Their friendship was a strange and tumultuous thing. They drove each other crazy, getting into fights over the dumbest things, only to make up just as quickly. 

But lately, the fights have been less angry, and more... *something else*. They were always touching, standing too close, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was so damn confusing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Johnny muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "It's just... I don’t know. Things have been different lately. We've been fighting more than usual, and then making up just as quickly. It's like there's this... *tension* between us."

"Tension?" Bobby echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of tension?"

Johnny let out a frustrated huff. "I don't know, man. It's like every time we're together, I can't help but want to be closer to her. I wanna touch her, hold her, *goddammit*, I don't even know what I want!"

Bobby chuckled. "Sounds like you got it bad, man."

Johnny shot him a glare, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, really helpful." he muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You gotta tell her how you feel, man" Bobby said, giving Johnny a brotherly pat on the back

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Right, because that's gonna go over so well. 'Hey, I know we've been friends forever, but I want something more all of a sudden.' She'll probably just laugh in my face."

"Your Johnny Lawrence for god sakes, every chick at west valley basically passes out when you enter a room. Where is the arrogant son of a bitch I know?" Bobby pressed.

Johnny bristled a little at the comment, but deep down, he knew Bobby was right. He was used to girls falling all over him, begging for a scrap of his attention. This was different. This was *her*. 

He let out a scoff. "It's not the same. She's... different." He said finally, the words coming out more vulnerable than he intended.

"Different how?" Bobby pushed

Johnny paused for a moment, trying to find the words to explain it. "She doesn't look at me like the other girls do. She sees past the Johnny Lawrence charm and the Cobra Kai crap. She sees the real me, the one no one else does. And for some reason, she still sticks around."

“And that’s gotta mean something” Bobby takes a drag. Johnny nodded, mulling over Bobby's words. He knew his friend was right, but the thought of confessing his feelings scared the crap out of him. "I know, man. It does. I just... I don't know how to tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't be able to lose her as a friend." Bobby shakes his head, putting out the cigarette "So you'd rather be just friends forever, then take the risk?"

Johnny bristled at Bobby's words. He hated being called out like that. But he knew his friend was right.

He let out a frustrated huff. "Of course not. I want more than friendship. But... I don't know if I'm ready to deal with the fallout if she doesn't feel the same. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"So what, you're just gonna pine after her forever?"

Johnny didn't have a response to that. The thought of spending the rest of his life wanting her, but never having her, sounded like hell. But the thought of losing her entirely terrified him even more.

"This isn't like you, man" Bobby said, his tone now softer. "You're Johnny Lawrence. You're tough, you're confident, you go after what you want. Since when did you start being a coward?"

Johnny bristled at the word "coward." He hated being called that. It was a sign of weakness, something he wasn't used to. 

"I'm not a coward" he bit out, his voice harsh, "It's just... this is different. She's different. I wouldn-” 

He broke off, his voice catching in his throat, the realization hitting him that he was basically making excuses.

Bobby could see the emotional turmoil on Johnny's face and knew he was getting through to him.

"Listen, man" he said, "What are you more afraid of? Losing her as a friend, or spending the rest of your life wondering 'what if'?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, his mind warring with his heart. He hated that Bobby was right. He hated that he had no good argument. 

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was no real anger behind it.

"Yeah, but that's what friends are for" Bobby replied, grinning. "So what's it gonna be man? Are you gonna grow some balls and tell her how you feel, or are you gonna just keep moping around like a lovesick puppy?"

"Oh, shut up" Johnny grumbled, but he couldn't suppress a small smile. He knew Bobby was right, as much as it killed him to admit it. 

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it. But if she laughs at me and never speaks to me again, I swear to god, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I'll hold you to that" Bobby chuckled, slapping Johnny on the shoulder. "And hey, who knows, maybe she'll surprise you and jump your bones, right on the spot" he joked, the alcohol making him bolder.

Johnny's cheeks flushed slightly at the comment, despite himself. He tried to hide it with a scoff, but deep down, that thought *did* cross his mind.

"Yeah, right" he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of hope.

"Remember what sensei Kreese taught us, strike first and strike hard," Bobbys said.

Johnny chuckled, some of his usual swagger returning. "Damn right. No mercy, right?"

He stood up straight, squaring his shoulders. He felt a flicker of determination, mixed with a healthy dose of nerves. He couldn't back down now.

"Alright, man, I'm gonna do it. I'll talk to her tonight."

Bobby playfully punches Johnny, "Atta boy Lawrence, ready to go back in?"

Johnny nodded, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but he knew it was time he stopped being a coward.

They headed back inside, the sound of music and chatter hitting them at full force. Johnny scanned the room for any sign of her, his nerves heightening with every passing second.

She was on the dancefloor, and her friends clearly had one too many. She sways her hips to the music, the way she rolled her body was utterly tantalizing. Bobby follows Johnny's glance "Oh shit.. she looks.." "I know..." Johnny replied, his voice low. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching as she danced and laughed with her friends. 

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat. His mind was racing with all the things he wanted to say to her, all the words that had been bottled up inside him for months.

She threw her head back, laughing at whatever her and her friends were talking about as they moved their bodies. She ran her hands down her torso, feeling the music everywhere as she continued to rock. 

Johnny's eyes tracked every movement, every touch of her hand to her body. He wanted, no, *needed*, to be the one causing those movements, the one making her laugh like that. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through him. "Can't blame you man" Bobby reasoned.

Johnny nodded, his eyes still locked on her. "She... she's just..." 

He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain the effect this girl had on him? It was like she was his sunshine and his poison all rolled into one.

"She's something else, man" he finally said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and frustration.

She turned her head, meeting eyes with Johnny through the sea of people. She thought he left after their little tiff. She gave him a lazy smile.

Johnny's breath hitched in his throat as her eyes met his. For a moment, the room seemed to fade away, and it was just them. 

He felt frozen under her gaze, his heart thudding in his chest. Then she smiled at him, all warm and crooked, and it was like a jolt to his system.

He forced himself to smile back, a small, nervous flutter to it. 

"What the hell are you waiting for Johnny, strike first" Bobby shoved him toward her.

Johnny stumbled forward, his heart in his throat. "Hey, watch it" he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. *Strike first*. Bobby's words echoed in his ears as he made his way over to her.

As he drew closer, he could see the surprise flicker in her eyes. But then she smiled, that same lazy, crooked smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey" he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Mind if I steal you away for a minute?'

"Hey there Johnny boy, I thought you left" She slurs. 

Despite her intoxicated state, she still managed to make his name sound like a tease. He couldn't help but smile, even though the sight of her being drunk off her ass worried him a bit.

"Nah, I'm still here" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I need to talk to you about something though. It's important."

Her expression drops "What? Like now?" she says, her voice laced with concern. She tries to read his face, unsure of what he is thinking.

Johnny can see the uncertainty in her eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt for making her wonder where the conversation was going. "Yeah, now" he replies, his voice firm. "It's something I should've said a long time ago. So you're gonna hear me out, okay?"

She nods her head silently as he leads her to the bathroom, it's the only place in this stupid house party with any privacy. 

"Is.. Is everything okay?" She asks, her brow furrowing. "Listen if this is about earlier I'm sorry okay-" Johnny shakes his head, cutting her off. "No, it's not about that. I mean, it kind of is, but not really." 

He lets out a heavy sigh, taking a step closer to her. "I just... I got something important to tell you, alright? Just promise me you'll hear me out before you respond, okay?"

She looks at him skeptically. She glossed over his serious features, he looked so handsome. "Okay johnny.."

Her agreement washes a wave of relief over him. He takes another step closer to her, their bodies now a mere foot apart.

"Look, I know this seems sudden and random, but I've been thinking about this for a while now," he begins. 

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. 

"There's something about you, there's always been something. And it's more than just friendship, more than just a stupid little crush, I-"

"Wait wait wait" She interrupts, even though she said she wouldn't. "Youre- youre drunk, we cant.. you shouldn't be-" Johnny's eyes widen at her interruption, a small flicker of anger flaring up in him. He couldn't believe she was brushing him off right now, when he was finally pouring his heart out to her. 

"I'm not drunk" he grumbles, his voice harsh. "And you said you'd hear me out, remember?"

She bites backher words, letting him continue.

Johnny lets out a breath, trying to calm himself. He knows getting mad at her isn't going to help his case.

"I'm not drunk" he repeats, his voice softer this time. "And what I'm trying to say is... Damn, this is harder than I thought it'd be."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I like you. More than I should, in a way that's more than just friends. I have for a long time now, I just never had the guts to say it."

Her eyes widened at his confession. *This isn't happening* This can't happen, Johnny is her best friend. There is no possible way..

"You.. you.." She stuttered.

Johnny could see the shock in her eyes, the disbelief written all over her face. He knew this wasn't easy to hear, especially considering their friendship.

But he couldn't back down now. He'd come too far to turn back.

"You can't tell me you haven't felt something" he says, his voice low and intense. "All the fights we've gotten into, the tension between us, it's never been just friendly. You *know* it hasn't."

Her throat felt dry, this had to be a dream. "I-" he couldn't formulate a proper sentence, especially when he was this close, being this vulnerable, like she'd never seen him before. 

Johnny takes another step closer to her, closing the already small gap between them. He's standing directly in front of her now, towering over her smaller frame. 

He can see the mixture of shock and confusion in her eyes, and it's almost too much to bear. He never wanted to make her feel like this, but he had to get these feelings off his chest. 

"Look at me" he says, his voice firm, but laced with tenderness. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm bullshitting."

She looked at him, her best friend. It was always more.. so much more... Her lips parted, trying to come up with anything to say. But there was no use fighting it.

When she meets his eye, Johnny feels a wave of relief wash over him. *She doesn't hate what he's saying.*

He can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between what she wants and what she thinks is right. But he can also see the spark of something there, something that tells him there's more to her feelings than he realized.

He gently lifts her chin, making sure she's looking directly at him. "Say something" he rasps, his voice betraying just a hint of vulnerability.

"We can't.. We shouldn't.." She struggles, her words saying one thing, but her body saying another as she closes the non existent space between them. 

Johnny felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest as she leaned closer to him. Her body was so close to his now, he could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. "Why not?" he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Give me one good reason we can't."

His hand sends shivers down her spine, shivers only he could produce. "We're best friends.."

"And friends can't want more than friendship?" he asks, his fingers lightly tracing the small of her back. 

He leans in closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her scent is intoxicating, and the feel of her body against his is sending his senses into overdrive.

"Maybe we were never just friends" he whispers against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, he was too close for comfort. "Jesus- I can't think straight when you're on me like that" She says breathlessly. 

Johnny chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on her way too much. He knows he's got her now, there's no going back.

He leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Maybe I don't want you thinking straight," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe I like you like this, all flustered and breathless because of me." 

"Johnny.." She pleads, her hands betraying her as she reaches out and cups his chest.

Her touch is like an electric shock to his system. He lets out a low groan, his own hand moving to cover hers, holding it against his chest.

"You don't know what you do to me" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "The way you say my name..."

"You don't know what *you* do to *me*" She admits, her guard slipping down.

He grins at her words, feeling the last of her resistance crumbling underneath his touch.

He gently pushed her back against the wall, trapping her between the cold tile and his body. His hands find their way to her hips, holding her captive.

"I like that you're helpless against me" he murmurs, his lips moving to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. "It's driving me crazy."

She lets out small gasps as he peppers her, her eyes drilled shut as he sends tingles everywhere through her. "What are you doing to me.."

"Driving you crazy, apparently" he replies, his lips moving up to her jawline, pressing hot kisses along the sharp angle.

He pushes himself even closer to her, his body flush against hers. He wants her to feel everything, feel just how much he wants her.

"Say it again" he urges, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Say my name."

"Johnny." She whines.

Her voice, needy and pleading, is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He can barely control himself, his body is on fire and she's the only thing that can quench the fire.

"Again" he demands, his mouth finding its way to her collarbone, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her neck. "I need to hear you say my name again."

"God Johnny..." She pants, it feels too good. She was used to moaning his name in the privacy of her room late at night, but this was entirely different. 

The sound of his name coming from between her sweet, parted lips is almost enough to send him over the edge. He presses her harder against the wall, his body pinning her in place.

He pulls back just enough to look at her face, takes in the flushed cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You're all I think about, day and night."

"You're everything to me Johnny..." She confesses, finally getting something off her chest. "Being around you but not being *with* you is torture." 

Johnny's heart clenches at her words. He knows exactly how she feels. The endless hours spent watching her, aching to touch her, but holding back because he was afraid of ruining everything. But not anymore.

He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Then be with me" he urges, his voice low and firm. "Be mine. "Please."

She closes the gap between them fully,turning her head to the side and connecting her lips to kiss. It was fiery, passionate, and so long overdue. 

Electricity dances across his skin the moment her lips touch his. This isn't some drunken, sloppy kiss. It's full of years of pent-up desire and raw emotion.

He kisses her back fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He grips her hips tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel all of her against him.  He kisses her like he needs her to breathe.

They kiss until they're breathless, against the wall where he holds her to all of the tension that had built up. " Yes.. the answer is yes.." Sheslips in between parting kissing

Her answer, spoken between gasps and kisses, sends a shock of relief through him. He can finally touch her, finally have her without fear of rejection. It's like a dream come true.

He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a renewed intensity. His hands are everywhere, roaming up her sides, into her hair, down her throat. He wants to touch every inch of her, claim her as his own.

Finally, they pull apart, both of them panting and out of breath. Johnny rests his forehead against hers, taking in the fact that she's his now, for real. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Me too" She giggles, lacing her fingers through his sandy hair. This boy was beautiful, he really was. She tried to catch her breath, the chemistry between them was so undeniable, and this sealed the deal. 

Johnny can't help but smile at her laughter, the sound is like music to his ears. He looks at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her messy hair. She's never looked more beautiful to him.

"We should go back to the party" he murmurs, though the last thing he wants to do is leave this room. "Everyone's probably wondering where we are."

She nods "Yeah, probably.." She overhears Motley Crue playing, it's her favorite song. She opens the door, going out first.

As they step out of the bathroom, the sounds and sights of the party rush back to them. Johnny reaches for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Dance with me" he says, pulling her towards the throngs of people. 

"Gladly" She follows. They get to the middle of the floor, all eyes are on them as they begin to move together. 

*Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Pull my trigger

My guns loaded with your love

Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Just wait honey

Until I tell the boys about you* 

The lyrics boomed through the house as they began to grind against each other

The way she moves against him, the way she fits in his arms, it's like they were made for each other. Johnny loses himself in the feel of her body against his, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements.

He pulls her closer, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other on the curve of her hip. The world dissolves around them, reducing to just the two of them, dancing, touching, wanting.

Bobby whistles slowly from the other side of the room, the other cobra kai joining at the scene in front of them.

Johnny smirks, deciding to give his friends a show.

He spins her around, her back pressed to his chest. His hands roam over her body, feeling her curves, claiming her. He wants to show everyone that she's his, now and always.

She backs up right against him, ghosting his hands and moving them around her body as she looks up at him. She wasn't very big on PDA, this was something she could get behind, or at least Johnny was *behind*.

Johnny's mind is going wild, the image of her pressed up against him, moving her body in ways that drive him insane, is almost more than he can handle.

He leans in, his breath hot against her ear, his lips just barely touching her skin. "You're killing me" he murmurs, his hands drifting lower, lower, lower...

"At least you'll die happy" She teases, his hands traveling making her feel something deep in her stomach.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. 

He brings his mouth to her neck, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her throat. "You have no idea how happy" he whispers, his hands settling on her hips, pulling her even closer. 

She can feel the firm evidence of his desire pressed against her, his body responding to her every move. 

She gasps at the feeling of him hard against her. It was almost too much to bear. Her arms go up, letting him have more access as she lines her jaw with her finger.

Johnny can't get enough of her, her gasp only fueling his growing need. He nips at the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands now tracing the lines of her body with a new purpose, exploring every inch of her.

His fingers dance along her collarbone, down her ribcage, over her hip bone, never still, always seeking more skin to touch. His lips return to her ear, his voice low and rough. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

She smirks up at him, turning back around to face him. He looked flushed, clearly affected by her. And she was loving it. "I haven't even gotten started."

He gives her a crooked smile, her words sending a jolt of desire through him. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to regain some shred of control.

"Careful" he warns, his voice a low growl. "You keep talking like that and I'll take you right here in front of everyone."

She shakes her head at his banter. “You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

Johnny doesn't deny it, his eyes darkened with intense desire. "You have no idea" he mutters, pulling her even closer. 

He can feel the heat between them, the way her body responds to his touch. He's so close to losing all self-control, and he knows if she pushes just a little bit more, he'll snap.

"But we're around all of these people so you'll have to behave" she teases. She rolls her body on Johnny, slightly straddling his leg while standing, leaning back and giving him a good visual of what's to come..

His eyes widen at her boldness, her movements sending waves of heat through him. 

He grabs her hips tighter, holding her in place against him, his fingers digging into her skin. "Jesus Christ" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "You can't just- you can't...fuck."

She knows exactly what she's doing to him, *To be fair, he wasn't hiding it.* "Like what you see?" She flirts.

He groans in response, his eyes raking over her body like he wants to devour her. "Like it? I'm about to lose my goddamn mind" he mutters, his grip on her hips almost painfully tight now.

His fingers trace a path up her stomach, teasing the underside of her bra. "You can't do this to me" he says, his voice strained. "Not here, not now. It's not fair."

She melts into his touch, Johnny's big hands dragging so possessive over her frame. It was enough to drench her on the spot. She continues her show for him, rolling slowly and seductively. "I don't know what youre talking about" she feigns innocence. 

His breath hitches as she continues to move against him, the effect she's having on him almost unbearable. "You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" he mutters, his hands starting to wander. 

He lets one hand slip further up, coming to rest just under her breast, his thumb tracing a lazy circle. "I swear if you don't stop, I'll-" He cuts off, his imagination running wild.

"You'll what?"

"I'll... do things to you..." he mutters, his lips grazing her ear. He's on the edge now, the feeling of her body against him driving him crazy. 

He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. "Things that would get us kicked out of here real fast."

He pulls her closer, his body pressed flush against hers, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips against her. "You want to know what I'll do to you if you keep this up?"

She flushes, she cant take much more of this, her cocky facade crumbling as he whispers suggestive things. "I want to know," she whispers, her throat feeling parched.

His hand on her hip slides down, over her rear, giving it a squeeze. He pulls her body even closer against his, the heat between them threatening to burn them alive. 

His lips move to her neck, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. "I'll throw you over my shoulder, *again*" he whispers, his voice low and rough. "And carry you to the nearest empty room, lock the door behind us, and show you exactly what you do to me."

Her face feels hot, actually everything does. His filthy words make her blush. "Is that so?"she tries to tease, but the desperation creeps into her tone.

"Mhm" he hums against her skin, his lips moving up her jawline. "And then I'll spread your legs..."

He nips at the lobe of her ear, his hand giving her rear another firm squeeze. "And I'll take my time, make sure you're nice and wet..."

He leans in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, "And when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

She looks at him, lips parted, heart racing. *Deep breaths, deep breaths...* "I..." forming a sentence feels goddamn impossible.

 Her vision is muddled with images of him and her, ones she's dreamed and fantasized about, but knowing how close it's coming to fruition.. 

He smirks at her inability to respond, her breathless expression making him want her more than ever. He knows he's got her right where he wants her now, and there's no going back.

He steps even closer to her, so close there's barely an inch separating them. He runs a hand up her neck, his fingers gently grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. 

"You look so goddamn beautiful when you're all flustered" he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. "I wonder what faces you'll make when I finally get you alone..."

"Johnny.." She breathes, unable to formulate a single thought. She can't think of anything else but getting alone with him.

The sound of her saying his name, all breathless and needy, drives him wild. He knows exactly what she wants, because he wants it just as badly.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Say please," he whispers, his lips barely touching hers. "Beg for it."

"Please..." she pleads "Just get me out of here Johnny.."

He grabs her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and starts leading her through the sea of people. His friends cat call and whistle, but Johnny ignores them, focused solely on getting her alone.

He drags her through the house, searching for an available room, any room. He can't wait, needs her now.

Finally, he spots a door cracked open, the lights off inside. He leads her inside, shuts the door, and locks it behind them.

The moment the door clicks shut, he's on her. His hands are everywhere, roaming over her body like a man possessed.

He kisses her hungrily, his lips and tongue devouring her as he presses her into the bed.

Her hair forms like a halo around her head as she kisses him back, her body aching for him and only him. He drove her insane with his words, she wonders if he's all talk…

There’s no restraint left in him now. All the years of pent-up desire, the memories of her, everything fueling his hunger. He needs her, needs to prove how good he can make her feel.

His hands find the hem of her shirt, his fingers slipping under the fabric. "Lift your arms" he whispers, his voice thick with need.

She submits, lifting up her arms and letting him undress her. He swiftly takes off her top, unclipping her bra while he's at it and taking it off. She shimmies off her skirt, her panties with it. She does the same to him, taking off his shirt eagerly.

He steps back, letting her undress him.

Once he's bare before her, he lets out a shaky breath, unable to resist any longer. He lunges for her, pinning her down onto the bed. "God, I want you so much" he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest…

Her body twists at his lips, setting small fires all through her skin. She whimpers at the intimate act. 

He takes his time with her body, mapping it with his lips and tongue. He wants every inch of her, wants to claim her as his. 

He moves lower, his lips brushing over her hip bone, his hand skimming over her inner thigh.

She hisses, the sensation is mind numbing. He is so close to where she needs him most.

He smirks, fully aware of how impatient she's getting, but he wants to draw this out, wants to tease her, just like she did to him. 

His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his hand coming to rest just above her core, not quite touching where she wants him most. "Beg for it" he commands, his voice gruff and rough.

"Please Johnny.. Please just do something" she begs, her voice shaky.

He smirks, his lips hovering over her core, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice a low growl, already knowing the answer.

Her words send a jolt through him, his hunger for her growing even more. "Mmm, I think I can manage that" he mutters, his lips hovering just centimeters from her.

He's teasing her, the anticipation is almost too much to bear. "I want to know how sweet you are."He presses his lips to her then, giving her exactly what she craves. His tongue tastes her, exploring her, slowly and deliberately.

He savors every moment, every sound she makes, every time her body jerks in response to his touch. He loves the way she tastes, the way she responds to him.

He worked her with his tongue, it felt like magic. 

"Oh, g-god!" her back arched, the ache being resolved by his expert tongue. 

He works her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. He wants to make her scream, wants her to forget her own name, wants to be the reason she can't walk tomorrow.

Her hand flies to his head, the blonde hairs feeling soft against her fingers. "Wow...Johnny, oh my god" she moans as her toes curl in pleasure. 

He takes his time, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. Her reaction fuels his lust, his desire to give her pleasure mounting with each gasp and moan she makes. 

He knows exactly what she needs, and he's determined to give it to her, to make her lose control, to make her scream his name. He's getting damn close to coming just from making her feel good.

"Johnny.. I want you to fuck me" she moans desperately.

Her words fuel the fire inside him, igniting a primal need to make her his. He lifts his head, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss.

He positions himself between her legs, his body pressed firmly against hers. "You want me?" he whispers between kisses. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Please johnny.." She begs.

He can't resist her anymore, her begging is too much. He aches to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him. 

He positions himself at her entrance, his cock hard and aching for her. "You're mine.. say you're mine" He stoves himself inside her wetness

"I'm yours!" she screams in pleasure, her body filled with a sweet burn.

The sound of her saying it, the feeling of her body, it's like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's overwhelmed by it all, drowning in her.

His hands grip her hips, his mouth finding her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. "You feel so damn good.. so tight and wet and.. ah, god.." He moans, slowly moving.

"You fill me up *so* good Johnny" Her eyes roll back, the pressure inside her is nothing like she's ever known. 

"Mmm, that's good baby" he mutters, his voice strained. The feeling of her wrapped around him, it's driving him insane. 

He moves deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "You feel so good, you have no idea.." he moans, thrusting steadily. 

All of the years, she couldn't believe she was missing out on this. She spread her legs further so he could get deeper. She turned into a whimpering mess. 

She's coming apart under him, her body responding to his every touch, every movement. He's intoxicated by her, completely addicted to the way she feels, the sounds she makes.

He moves faster, deeper, needing more of her, loving her at his mercy. 

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this.. how much I've wanted you.." he mutters, his breathing ragged. 

"Oh, Johnny" she groans, letting him have all of her. Her body arching toward him in ecstasy. 

He doesn't hold back at all, he's lost in her, completely taken by her. She's like an addiction, he can't get enough, can't get close enough.

He moves faster, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her body flush against his. "I want you to come for me" he whispers, his lips trailing over her skin. “I  want you to come all over my cock.” 

She looks up at him panting, on the edge. "I'm so close Johnny" She begs "Just keep going.."

The sound of her begging, her voice all filled with need and pleading, it's music to his ears. He's close too but he needs her to come first, needs to feel her fall apart in his arms. 

He moves faster, deeper, harder, his body pressed tight against hers. "That's it baby, come for me.. let go" he whispers, his lips against her ear. 

He pushes her over the edge, waves of pleasure go throughout her body as she writhes in it all.. she moans his name as she lays back, squirmy at the sensations.

The feeling of her coming around him, it's enough to push him over the edge. He can't control himself, he's lost in the moment, completely. He thrusted a last time as he fills her up “Fuck, baby.” He groans breathing heavily and falling next to her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He's completely wrung.

"That was..."

"...Amazing" he finishes her sentence, his voice hoarse. He props himself up on his forearms, looking down at her with a look of awe on his face.

"You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching her face. He's still trying to catch his breath, his body heavy against hers.

She nods, smiling "Yes" she affirmations, planting a short and sweet kiss on his cheek.

He smiles at that, a genuine, satisfied smile. He's feeling damn good right now, completely and utterly satisfied. He looks down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and messy hair, the aftermath of their encounter.

He leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead, gently pushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.

"You're beautiful" he mutters, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn't just mean the way she looks, he means everything about her, everything that makes her who she is.

"and you're... finally my boyfriend."

He can't help but chuckle at that, her words making his heart flutter.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses against her skin. "Yeah, I am" he murmurs, a smile on his face. "And I intend to be a damn good one at that."

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

i know you

eli moskowitz x reader... (y/n) is basically jess in gilmore girls.. ive been obsessed with cobra kai lately

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"excuse me?"

you don't think you have ever felt as angry as you have done today. finding out that one of your best friends, that you just so happened to be in love with, had changed completely as a person was one thing. finding out he tried to beat up the third member of your little trio was another.

so you did what you had to, you always felt the need to go out the way to protect eli and demetri. you didn't think it would end up being from each other.

approximately half an hour earlier:

"(y/n)." demetri's face flooded your screen, as you were sprawled across your bed. calls were usually a common thing between the two of you now eli was distant.

"demetri.. hey! you okay?" you respond, taking note of his face.

"no." he says, in a deadpan tone.

"umm why? what happened?"

"eli happened."

of course. ever since your best friend since age 6 joined cobra kai, he had felt like a whole new person. he even gave himself a new name for goodness sake! you and demetri both knew it wasn't the real him. you'd known him for too long. that being said - this new persona didn't stop him avoiding you both.

"what did.. what did he do?" you look into your phone camera, worry evident on your face.

"he tried to beat me up! i was at the mall with sam and robby.. and i went to the comic book store.. and he was there. wasn't happy with my yelp review and tried to fight me."

"what the hell." your eyes widen slightly. rage soaring through your veins. what was he playing at? putting on a front to show off to his friends. why didn't he remember who his real friends were?

"i know.. i just can't believe he would do it. we were friends with him!"

"i know.. are you sure you're okay?" you ask, concerned.

"i'm fine.. robby and sam helped fight them off it just.. caught me by surprise."

"i bet it did.. look i'll ring you later, okay? i just need to take care of something."

demetri knew you all too well.

"don't do something you'll regret." he says.

"i won't."

now here you were, shouting at someone that was supposed to be your best friend. the boy you have had a crush on for so many years.

"don't 'excuse me'. you know what you did." you scoff, walking closer to him. you had decided to wait until he had finished karate to talk, it seemed appropriate.

"oh yeah? and what's that?" eli looked at you, his tone cocky.

"you tried to beat up demetri! what are you doing?" you question, looking at him in disgust.

"he shouldn't have put up that yelp review." he scowls.

"oh who cares about a stupid review! he's supposed to be one of your best friends." you say, angrily.

"not anymore. i'm not friends with pussies."

"what the hell is your problem? what.. you gonna ditch us just because we don't want to beat people up like you do?" your voice raises slightly, causing eli's scowl to falter.

"I told you, i'm not friends with weak people." he says.

"are you kidding? seriously! who was the one that used to fight your bullies in elementary? me! who was your first friend? demetri!"

"we're not kids anymore. people change. friendships change. it's not my fault you guys aren't strong enough for this." eli says, looking away from you, his demeanour crumbling.

"you're not like that either. you're putting on an act!" you exclaim.

"an act? the fuck? this is me now, accept it." he shouts.

"what's going on with you?!"

"nothing.. im fine." he says, his eyes searching your face.

"i know you. i know you better than anyone! this isn't you."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean! starting fights with demetri.. ditching us for those idiots.. being so violent. why are you being so violent?" you ask, looking him in the eye.

the pleading in your voice makes his face soften slightly. you always had a way of getting to him. i mean, of course you did, he'd always had a massive crush on you.

"just tell me what's up with you! i care about you. why are you being like this?" you beg.

eli struggles to get his words out. he wanted to reach out, he wanted to hug you. he wanted to go back to yours and watch doctor who with you and demetri. but he coudln't.

"you don't.. you don't know me anymore." he forces out.

your face falls and eli swears he could feel his heart break.

"fine. don't expect me to wait for you anymore." and with that you turn and walk away, a small part of you hoping he stops you.

he doesn't.

he wants to, he really does. but that's not him anymore.

he watches you walking off with a pained expression, knowing hes fucked up. he just can't bring himself to stop you.

[cheoridoll]

confessing —

pairing: robby keene x reader

warning: nothing, just something cute.

includes: robby confessing his love.

note: thinking of releasing a robby obscenity, perhaps?

words counted: 1.200

playlist for the fic: spotify | again, excuse the bad english! english isn't my first language :)

At the back of the dojo, Robby paced restlessly, his right hand stroking his chin in a visibly failed attempt to calm his nerves.

He was still wearing a kimono, with messy hair and bandages on his eyebrows. The black highlighted his muscles, which had been worked in the fight, while the yellow of the coat of arms highlighted his hair, which was as shiny as that of a certain princess when she sang.

"Damn, damn, damn" — he repeated to himself as he walked around. Across the mat.

Sam laughed at the whole situation, finding it adorable how his friend acted under the effects of love, even though she was in the same happy situation. She was clinging to Miguel, one of his current best friends, the same one who helped Robby choose the rings he would give to the girl he was going to declare his love to at the end of the day, since Diaz, having been raised only by his mother, had a certain notion of what girls liked.

The girl took classes at night, the only time allowed by the sensei, who said that they would be simple classes, below beginner level, because according to him, "the girls didn't have any aptitude". Pathetic.

The boys never denied having a certain hatred towards Kreese's idiotic and ill-thought-out speeches, always making a point of covering their ears, humming or even running to the bathroom when the oldest began his speeches.

"Relax, you idiot!" — Diaz threw one of the foam bricks in his direction, hitting Robby's already bruised face. "She already said she loved you."

"I know, I... Ah." — he turned his body and threw himself on the floor, looking at a random stain on the ceiling of the dojo. "She said she loved me and I ran away like a coward."

"You're afraid of women." — Sam said ironically, looking at Miguel.

The blond couldn't stop laughing, escaping a little from the nervousness that was consuming him internally, leaving aside the hands that seemed to crawl like slugs.

The clock rang. It was on time. The students began to enter the dojo, while Kreese rolled his eyes in boredom and contempt, leaving the place as fast as a sprinter, making way for the night teachers, Miguel and Robby.

"Okay girls, let's warm up first, walk in circles around the dojo, then run, alternating between slow and fast." — Diaz took the lead, seeing that his friend was busy drying the newbie still confused on how to put on her belt.

Adorable.

The whole class had been hectic, as the girls had blood in their eyes, and as recent professionals, they could say that not even the most experienced boys fought dirty like the girls. In a good way, perhaps.

"Hey!" — Robby ran, almost tripping over his own feet due to fatigue. "I need to, yeah..." — He cleared his throat, looking for the words he would use, the right words so that he wouldn't come out automatically and end up saying more than he should, more or less than he feels.

"Talking to you, seriously, I need to tell you something."

She laughed. Robby's world seemed to fall apart, not in a tragic way as it seemed. She laughed tenderly, gracefully like one of the beautiful flowers in the school garden, the ones Robby steals every morning, hoping to give them to his beloved, always giving up a second before. His world fell apart, fell apart when he realized that no words would be enough to show enough.

A tightness invaded his chest, leaving him desolate for a few seconds, to the point that the girl needed to call him, say his name several times, something that gave him a certain feeling of being in heaven next to an angel, due to such a melody.

"Sweet?" — There. That speech was the one that no longer allowed Robby to hold his tongue, no longer paying attention to automatic, he just spoke and spoke, as if tomorrow no longer existed.

"I love you. And, and it hurts me every single day, the way I ran away like a coward, the regret of not having pulled you by the arms and kissed every little detail that I love so much about you, which perhaps would have been impossible, since I don't just love your exterior, but also your interior, this wonderful woman that you are, your personality, your grace and tenderness, fuck, I don't even like swear words, what did I say? But, hell, you're the woman I want to be with."

The fighter remained silent, leaving the blond distressed, breathing irregularly and sweating visibly. He was as cold as an ice cube. Daniel, who was watching through the window of the small room, could have sworn that his friend was about to faint, Johnny and he were already preparing to run in case something really happened to the boy.

"I hate you, you know?" — Finally something came out of her mouth, surprising him, not in a positive way.

"Did I do it too late? That, I mean, declare myself?"

"Yes." — He sighed, throwing his body against the other's.

Robby was confused again, what was she doing? "But I love you, I love you so much that I can't say exactly what goes on in my chest and my head, they constantly fight with me."

They both laughed, still hugging each other, enjoying the short time they had together.

"You can do what you want."

"What did I want?" — She smiled, amused by the boy's short memory, taking the lead in the action that Robby had been waiting so long to do.

The fighter put her arms around the other's neck, carefully caressing the nape of her current love's neck. The caress soon went from a simple demonstration of what was about to happen, their lips collided, the movements became loose, both guided, a beautiful fit, there were no misunderstandings, or fight for command. As I said, a fit, the perfect fit.

"I love you, Robby."

"I love you too, my princess."

I'm very happy that you enjoyed my previous fanfic! That really makes me very motivated. Oh, and I place orders! :)

[zoofzoofxx]

—The art of eyecontact—

Pairings ; Axel Kovacevic x fem!reader

Summary ; After Sam insisted you accompany her to the club, you finally agreed, hoping it would help you move past everything that happened with Axel. However, a peculiar interaction with Kwon set off a series of unforeseen events that caught you entirely off guard.

Warnings ; Alcohol usage

Pt. 3

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‘Come onnnn, Y/n, don’t be boring,’ Sam whined, her voice dripping with exaggerated desperation as she gave me a firm shake. I was curled up tightly in my blanket, fully immersed in the comfort of my couch and a random movie that I wasn’t even paying much attention to. Her relentless persistence was beginning to chip away at my patience.

‘No,’ I replied flatly, shaking my head with finality. Sam was on a mission to drag me to the club tonight, but the idea of stepping into that crowded, chaotic environment was unappealing—especially because I’d seen Zara’s story earlier. She was there with her team, and of course, Axel was with her. The thought of seeing him so soon made my stomach churn. I wasn’t ready to face him yet. Tomorrow would already be challenging enough, and I needed time to steel myself mentally for what was inevitably going to be an awkward encounter.

‘Please, Y/n!!!’ Sam’s tone shifted to a dramatic plea as she sank to her knees, hands clasped together like she was begging for her life. Her exaggerated antics might have been amusing under different circumstances, but right now, they only added to my irritation. I barely glanced in her direction, still shaking my head in defiance.

Despite her theatrics, I remained unmoved. The mere thought of Axel lingering in the same room as me tonight was enough to make my resolve unshakable. Yet, as persistent as Sam was, I knew she wouldn’t give up without a fight.

Sam groaned dramatically, throwing herself onto the couch beside me, her arm draped across her face like the world had just come crashing down.

‘You’re such a buzzkill,’ she huffed, peeking at me from under her arm. ‘It’s one night, Y/n. Just one. You don’t even have to stay long, I swear. And let’s be real, you’re going to look amazing in that dress you bought on our first day here in Barcelona. It’s way too stunning to be wasted.’

I looked up from my cocoon of blankets, unimpressed. ‘The dress is still in the bag, Sam. And I’m wearing sweatpants.’

‘And that’s fixable,’ she shot back without missing a beat. ‘Ten minutes, max. I’ll help you get ready, you’ll look incredible, we’ll dance a little, and—’

I cut her off with a flat tone, ‘And I’ll have to deal with Axel.’

Her teasing expression faltered for a moment, the dramatic air she carried around her suddenly softening. Her voice was gentler now, almost careful. ‘Y/n, you don’t have to talk to him. You don’t even have to look at him. Zara’s going to be busy with her team, and Axel… well, let’s just say he’d be a fool to let anything ruin your night. He’s not worth it.’

I hugged my blanket tighter, staring at the muted movie playing on the screen. I wanted to go—part of me really did—but the idea of seeing Axel tonight made my stomach churn. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to handle him; I just wasn’t ready. Not yet. Tomorrow, I’d have no choice but to face him, and that was already weighing on me. How could I mentally prepare for that if I had to deal with him tonight, too?

Sam didn’t say anything for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air between us. Then, she shifted, sitting upright and leaning toward me with a small, knowing smile.

Sam’s knowing smile widened as she leaned closer, her energy impossible to resist. ‘Listen,’ she said, her voice soft and encouraging. ‘We’ll keep it simple. Just get up, put on that stunning dress, and I’ll help you with everything else. Trust me, you’re going to feel amazing. We’ll have fun, and you’ll completely forget about… well, you-know-who.’

I hesitated, my eyes drifting to the chair where the shopping bag from earlier this week sat. Inside was the dress I’d bought on our first day here in Barcelona. It was from a cozy little boutique we’d stumbled across while wandering the streets—full of warm lighting, vintage mirrors, and racks of carefully curated pieces. The moment I’d seen the dress, I knew it was something special. It wasn’t flashy, but the soft white fabric and simple elegance had caught my attention. Sam had encouraged me to try it on, and though I’d hesitated, I couldn’t stop smiling once I saw myself in it.

‘I don’t know…’ I started, fiddling with the edge of my blanket.

‘Y/n,’ Sam said firmly, her tone kind but insistent. ‘You loved that dress. Don’t let it sit there when you could be out feeling as amazing as you look in it.’

Her words were enough to push me into motion. I sighed, tossing off the blanket and rising from the couch. ‘Okay, fine. But if this night turns into a disaster, I’m blaming you.’

Sam grinned triumphantly, clapping her hands together. ‘Fair enough! Now, let’s get to work.’

While she rummaged through her bag, pulling out makeup brushes and curling irons like a magician revealing her tricks, I grabbed the dress and headed to the bathroom. The silky white fabric felt cool against my skin as I slipped it on, the fit just as perfect as I remembered. When I stepped out, Sam froze mid-motion, her mouth falling open in mock astonishment.

‘Y/n,’ she said, drawing out my name dramatically, ‘you look like you just stepped out of a movie. That dress was made for you.’

I rolled my eyes with a small smile but couldn’t deny the hint of confidence her words gave me. ‘Alright, what’s next?’

‘Sit down,’ she instructed, waving me toward the chair in front of the vanity. ‘Hair and makeup, obviously. You’re in good hands.’

As Sam worked, her chatter filled the room, light and easy. She styled my hair into soft waves, adding just enough volume to make it feel glamorous but not overdone. For makeup, she went for a natural glow with a touch of shimmer on my eyelids and a classic swipe of mascara.

‘You know,’ she said as she blended the final touch of blush, ‘tonight’s not about anyone else. It’s about you having a good time. So, don’t overthink it. Just enjoy yourself—you deserve it.’

I met her eyes in the mirror, her sincerity catching me off guard. ‘Thanks, Sam,’ I said quietly.

‘Anytime,’ she replied with a grin, stepping back to admire her work. ‘Now, look at you! Ready to turn heads.’

I stood up, glancing at my reflection. The confidence I’d been missing started to creep back as I smoothed the fabric of the dress. ‘Alright,’ I said, grabbing my clutch with a newfound determination. ‘Let’s do this.’

Sam beamed, linking her arm with mine. ‘That’s the spirit. Now, let’s show Barcelona what you’re made of.’

We stepped out the door together, and for the first time that night, I felt like maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

—

Sitting by the bar, sipping on an espresso martini, I found myself engaged in polite small talk with a few familiar faces from the opposing team. The atmosphere was loud and lively, filled with the thumping bass of the music and the hum of conversations around us. Sam and I had been chatting casually, laughing at something ridiculous she’d said, when she suddenly announced, ‘I need to call Miguel.’

I raised a brow at her. ‘Right now?’

‘Yes, right now,’ she said, grinning and waving her phone. ‘It’s important.’

The music was far too loud for her to have any hope of hearing him, so we decided to step outside. The crisp night air hit me the second we walked out, the stark contrast to the heat of the club sending a shiver down my spine.

Sam wandered a little further down the alley, pressing her phone to her ear and trying to find a quieter spot. I stayed back, leaning against a random wall as I waited for her. That’s when I felt it—the cold. It wasn’t just chilly; it was sharp, the kind of wind that made you regret not bringing a jacket.

Rubbing my hands together in a futile attempt to keep warm, I realized how much the alcohol had gotten to me. The espresso martinis I’d been nursing all night suddenly made my head feel heavy, and my thoughts a little sluggish. Drunk and cold was not the ideal combination, and I couldn’t help but shiver as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying to stay warm.

The street around me was quiet, apart from the muffled music spilling out from the club doors behind me. I glanced over at Sam, who was pacing slightly as she talked animatedly into her phone. It was strange being out here, away from the chaos inside, but a part of me welcomed the break, even if it came with the chill.

I sighed, rubbing my arms as the cold wind sliced through me, making me shiver uncontrollably. The night felt even colder now that the alcohol in my system was wearing off, leaving me feeling a little disoriented. A yawn escaped my lips as I glanced toward Sam, who was still pacing further down the alley, her phone pressed to her ear.

The sudden sound of the club door opening made me turn my head, and there he was. Kwon.

He stepped outside, letting the door swing shut behind him, his sharp eyes scanning the area before landing squarely on me. He was wearing a black jacket with a bold Cobra Kai logo stitched on the chest, the emblem catching the dim light. His presence was unmistakable, commanding as always, though his expression was hard to read—part surprise, part amusement.

‘What are you doing out here?’ he asked, his tone blunt as he walked closer, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

I straightened up instinctively, the cold biting at my skin even harder under his gaze. ‘Just waiting for Sam,’ I said, motioning toward her as casually as I could. ‘She’s making a call.’

Kwon stopped a few feet away from me, tilting his head slightly as he looked me up and down. ‘You look like you’re about to freeze to death,’ he said flatly, a hint of mockery in his voice.

I laughed nervously, rubbing my arms to try and warm up. ‘Yeah, it’s colder than I expected.’

‘Clearly,’ he said, arching a brow. ‘Did you even think about bringing a jacket, or are you just bad at planning ahead?’

I frowned, his tone making my stomach twist uncomfortably. ‘I didn’t think I’d be standing out here for so long,’ I muttered, looking away.

‘Right,’ he said with a smirk, shrugging off his jacket and holding it out toward me. ‘Here. Take it before you turn into an icicle.’

I hesitated, glancing between him and the jacket. ‘I’m fine. You don’t have to—’

‘Don’t make this more complicated than it is,’ he cut me off, his voice sharp. ‘Just take it. It’s not like I’m doing this for you—I just don’t want to hear about how someone froze to death outside the club.’

His words stung a little, but the cold won out. Reluctantly, I took the jacket, slipping it on. It was warm, the fabric carrying a faint scent of him—clean and woodsy, though I tried not to think about it too much.

‘Thanks,’ I said quietly, avoiding his gaze.

He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘You’re welcome,’ he said, though his tone didn’t carry much warmth. After a pause, he added, ‘Next time, maybe think ahead. You don’t seem like the type who handles cold well.’

I bit back a retort, pulling the jacket tighter around me. Kwon always had a way of getting under my skin, but at least now, I wasn’t shivering.

‘I’ll be leaving,’ Kwon announced, his voice cutting through the stillness of the night as he saw Sam making her way back toward us.

I glanced at him, still not entirely used to his bluntness, but before I could respond, he patted my shoulder arrogantly, the motion deliberate and a little too forceful. His touch lingered for a second longer than necessary, and I could feel the slight warmth of his hand through the fabric of his jacket.

Without waiting for a reply, he turned on his heel and started heading back toward the club. He didn’t look back, his strides purposeful and confident, as if he hadn’t just done me a small favor moments ago.

I opened my mouth, about to thank him for the jacket, but the words died on my lips as he disappeared into the club without a second glance.

I stood there for a moment, the jacket still draped over my shoulders, feeling the cold night air around me once more. I wasn’t sure why his arrogance stung, but it did. Sam was just reaching my side as I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness.

Sam raised an eyebrow as she approached me, noticing the slight shift in my mood. ‘What’s up? You look like you’ve been hit with a wave of confusion.’

I shook my head, trying to brush it off. ‘Nothing, just… Kwon being Kwon.’

Sam tilted her head, a smirk forming on her lips. ‘Oh? Kwon being Kwon? What does that even mean?’

I sighed, glancing down at the jacket draped over my shoulders. The familiar Cobra Kai logo on the sleeve caught her attention instantly, and her eyes widened in surprise.

‘Wait a second,’ she said, her voice rising with shock. ‘You’re wearing his jacket?’

I felt a flush creep up my neck, suddenly self-conscious. ‘Yeah, he gave it to me,’ I muttered, feeling oddly defensive. ‘I was freezing, and he—’

‘Gave you his jacket?’ Sam interrupted, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. ‘Hmm, that’s… not something I would expect from him. What did he want from you?’

I blinked at her, momentarily thrown off by her question. ‘What do you mean, what did he want?’

She gave me a pointed look, clearly not buying my nonchalant tone. ‘Come on, Y/n. Kwon doesn’t just hand over his jacket for no reason. There has to be more to it than that.’

I hesitated, unsure how to explain it. He hadn’t really wanted anything, at least not directly. He had been his usual distant self, sarcastic and borderline mean, but there was something in the way he’d offered me his jacket that made me question his intentions. Maybe I was overthinking it.

‘I don’t know,’ I said slowly, feeling a bit uneasy. ‘He just noticed I was cold and… I guess he didn’t want me freezing out here.’

Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. ‘Really? That’s it?’

I sighed, crossing my arms and glancing back toward the club. ‘Yeah, I guess so. It’s not a big deal.’

Sam didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she let it go for now. She looked me over one more time, her eyes lingering on the jacket as if trying to piece together some unspoken motive. ‘Well, I’m not complaining. It’s a good look for you, anyway,’ she said with a wink, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips. ‘Thanks, I guess.’

I could tell Sam wasn’t a big fan of Kwon, and I had a feeling her compliment about me looking good in his jacket wasn’t exactly genuine. She was just trying to distract me, to get my mind off Axel. It was clear in the way she’d casually brushed it off, as if the whole thing with Kwon was no big deal. But the truth was, it wasn’t that simple.

I tugged the jacket a little tighter around myself, feeling its warmth but also the odd weight of it, like it carried more meaning than just the fabric against my skin. The whole encounter with Kwon had been strange. There was something in the way he’d acted—his arrogance, his nonchalance—that made it feel less like a simple act of kindness and more like a gesture wrapped in layers of unspoken tension.

As we walked back toward the club, Sam chattered on about the night, about how great it was that I’d decided to come out and how much fun we were going to have. But I couldn’t focus on her words. My mind kept drifting back to Kwon’s indifferent attitude and the way he’d just left without a second thought, and then there was the nagging thought about Axel.

Axel.

The thought of seeing him again tomorrow had already been enough to set my nerves on edge, but now, with Kwon’s jacket wrapped around me, it felt like there was something pulling me in two different directions. I didn’t know what to make of any of it.

Sam nudged me playfully, clearly unaware of the storm brewing in my head. ‘Come on, don’t let that jackass mess with your vibe. We’re here to have fun, remember?’

I smiled faintly, trying to force myself back into the present, but the weight of the jacket, of Kwon’s words, and the unspoken tension between me and Axel stayed with me. It wasn’t that easy to forget.

We stepped back into the club, and the contrast hit me immediately—a hot, suffocating wave of air, thick with the mix of bodies, music, and lights. It was a sharp reminder of how loud and alive everything was in here compared to the quiet, chilly night outside.

Feeling the heat creep up on me, I slipped off Kwon’s jacket, draping it over my arm. The faint scent of it still lingered, grounding me in a way I didn’t fully understand. I opened Instagram on my phone, typing out a quick message to him: Hey, is there a chance we could meet later? I have your jacket. I hit send but noticed it stayed unread. Typical Kwon.

Before I could dwell on it too long, something else grabbed my attention. Sam was weaving her way back toward me through the crowd, grinning like she’d just won the lottery. In each hand, she held a shot glass, the liquid inside glinting under the strobe lights.

‘Look what I got!’ she said, her voice cutting through the music as she handed me one. ‘Cheers to us, Y/n!’

I hesitated, eyeing the glass suspiciously. I knew my limits, especially after everything I’d already had tonight. ‘I don’t know, Sam,’ I started, shaking my head. ‘I think I’ve had enough.’

But Sam, ever persistent, rolled her eyes before knocking back her own shot effortlessly. ‘Come on,’ she coaxed, her tone playful and teasing. ‘It doesn’t even taste like alcohol. I swear.’

She stuck her tongue out dramatically, proving her point, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. She was clearly in her element, and her energy was infectious. Relenting, I finally raised the glass. ‘Fine. Just this one.’

‘That’s my girl!’ Sam cheered, pulling me into a quick side hug as I downed the shot. True to her word, it didn’t have the harsh kick I’d been expecting, just a subtle sweetness that lingered.

I smiled faintly, raising the now-empty glass in a half-hearted cheer. ‘To us, I guess.’

Sam clinked her empty glass against mine, her enthusiasm practically radiating off her. I, on the other hand, found my focus slipping as I clutched Kwon’s jacket in one hand and tried to lose myself in the moment. But my thoughts kept circling back to Axel.

What was he doing right now? Was he here somewhere in this chaotic crowd, or was he still out with Zara and the others? No matter how much I tried to shake it off, the thought of him loomed in the back of my mind, pulling me in a direction I wasn’t sure I wanted to go.

‘Soooo… another shot?’ Sam asked, her tone mischievous as she swayed a little, clearly enjoying herself.

I shrugged, feeling the buzz of the night taking over. ‘Sure!’ I replied, grinning and forgetting entirely that I was supposed to be keeping track of my limits.

Sam disappeared for a moment and came back with a different color this time—a vivid blue shot that glowed under the club lights. I took it in my hand, ready to drink, when Zara suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

She was as drunk as we were, her excitement bubbling over as she hugged me tightly. Her words were slurred, tumbling out in a chaotic, happy mess.

‘Whoa… re-repeat what you just said!’ I laughed, holding the shot in one hand as I tried to make sense of her rambling.

I was about to drink it when a firm hand stopped me. Turning, I saw Kwon standing there, his expression sharp and unamused.

‘I think you’ve had enough,’ he said curtly, snatching the shot glass from my hand before I could even protest. He placed it on a nearby table with a deliberate motion, clearly unwilling to argue.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed Sam grabbing the abandoned drink without hesitation and knocking it back, oblivious to Kwon’s disapproval.

‘Oh! Kwon!’ I said, suddenly remembering the jacket. I grabbed it and shoved it into his hands with a bright smile. ‘Thank you for warming me up earlier.’

He looked at me with a mixture of exasperation and something unreadable, but I didn’t give him time to respond. Turning to Sam, I grabbed her wrist. ‘Sam, let’s go outside. I don’t feel well,’ I said, pressing a hand to my temple.

The club felt overwhelming—the heat, the pounding music, the blur of lights and voices. My head was spinning, and the sensation was too much.

I managed a weak smile at Zara and Kwon before guiding Sam toward the exit. Once outside, I collapsed against the same wall I had been leaning on earlier. The freezing night air hit my skin like a splash of cold water, helping to clear my mind, if only slightly.

I sat there, eyes closed, focusing on my breathing as Sam lingered nearby. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps, and when I looked up, Kwon and Tory were walking toward me. Kwon carried a bottle of water, his usual sharp demeanor still intact, while Tory’s expression was softer, filled with concern.

Tory knelt beside me, gently grabbing my hand as she offered the water. ‘Drink some water,’ she said firmly.

I barely registered the sound of more people spilling out of the club, their footsteps crunching against the pavement as they approached. My eyes stayed closed, my body too heavy, the cold air lulling me toward sleep against the wall. That is, until a familiar scent drifted past my pink-tinted nose—a warm, intoxicating mix of something unmistakably Axel.

My eyes snapped open, and there he was, kneeling beside me. His hand rested gently on my knee, its warmth cutting through the chill in the air. Axel’s expression was calm but serious, his gaze flicking to Tory as he murmured something about getting me, Sam, and Zara home safely.

Tory nodded, giving me one last reassuring smile as she rose to her feet. Kwon followed her without a word, his jacket slung over his shoulder, and they both disappeared back into the club.

I blinked sluggishly, trying to piece together what was happening, but before I could form a coherent thought, Axel scooped me up effortlessly. My head lolled against his shoulder as the steady rhythm of his footsteps replaced the chaotic noise of the night.

The crisp night air carried his scent, a mix of cologne and something inherently him. I found myself leaning into it, breathing it in as my eyelids fluttered. My thoughts grew hazy, and the world around me blurred into a comforting haze.

The next thing I knew, we were in the quiet sanctuary of my hotel room. Axel carefully laid me down on the bed, his movements gentle and precise, as if afraid I might shatter. The softness of the mattress beneath me felt like a cloud, pulling me further into the depths of sleep.

Zara appeared out of nowhere, rushing to my side and enveloping me in a drunken hug. Her voice was a jumble of words I couldn’t quite make out, but the warmth of her embrace was familiar and comforting.

Axel gently but firmly pulled her away, his touch protective yet restrained. As Zara stumbled back, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

I blinked up at him, catching the subtle shift in his eyes. They weren’t cold or indifferent like they usually were—they held something different, something warmer, something… admiring. He didn’t smile, but the look was enough to stir something in my chest.

I muttered something under my breath, barely audible even to myself. Maybe it was, ‘Sleep tight.’ Maybe it was nothing at all.

As I rolled over, hugging the small teddy bear I always kept on my bed, the faint sound of Axel’s footsteps retreating faded into the quiet of the room. My last thought before sleep took over completely was the lingering feel of his presence and the way his eyes had looked at me—like I wasn’t just another fleeting part of the night.

[eu-nicola]

real blow

summary: a fight leads to something else

warnings: nothing

word counter: 1417

author’s note: english is not my first language

The dojo was silent when you entered. Only the creaking of the wood beneath your feet and the faint whistle of the wind filtering through the windows could be heard. The tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating. Miguel was already there, arms crossed and jaw tense. His gaze burned with a mix of frustration and concern, and you knew this conversation wasn’t going to end well.  

"Where were you?" he asked, his tone attempting to remain calm but unable to hide the contained anger.  

"Since when do I have to report to you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.  

Miguel exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself.  

"It’s not about that. It’s about the fact that you always get into trouble. You don’t think about the consequences. Do you know how much I worry about you?"  

You rolled your eyes, tired of hearing the same thing over and over.  

"I’m not a child, Miguel! I can take care of myself."  

"It’s not about whether you can or not! It’s that you shouldn’t have to do it alone!" His voice rose, his gaze growing more intense. "You always put yourself in danger without thinking about the people who care about you."  

His words hit you harder than you wanted to admit. You bit your lip, feeling a mix of guilt and anger swirling in your chest.  

"And you always try to control me as if I can’t make my own decisions!" you snapped, stepping forward.  

Miguel shook his head, frustrated.  

"It’s not control, it’s concern. But of course, you never listen. You always do whatever you want without caring about anything."  

"Because I’m sick of everyone telling me what to do!" Your fists clenched tightly. "If it bothers you so much, then stop worrying about me!"  

Miguel looked at you as if you had just said the worst possible thing. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and his posture shifted. His eyes burned with something deeper than just anger.  

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his tone low but dangerous.  

"Maybe."  

The silence between you became unbearable. It was Miguel who broke the distance, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it aside.  

"Fine. If you want to prove you can take care of yourself, do it. Here. Now."  

Your eyes narrowed, instantly understanding his challenge. Adrenaline rushed through your veins. Without hesitation, you moved to the center of the tatami and took your stance.  

"Whenever you’re ready, Díaz."  

Miguel didn’t wait. He launched a quick strike, which you barely dodged by pivoting on your heels. Your response was immediate: a kick aimed at his side, which he easily blocked before grabbing your ankle and attempting to throw you off balance. You twisted in the air and landed gracefully, but the moment your feet touched the ground, Miguel was already coming at you with another attack.  

Every strike, every movement was charged with unspoken emotions. This wasn’t just a physical fight, it was a battle of pride, of unresolved frustrations, of tangled feelings.  

"You’re so stubborn!" Miguel growled, throwing a punch that you blocked with your forearm, feeling the force behind his attack.  

"And you’re a damn fool!" you shot back, delivering a spinning kick that made him step back.  

He wiped the corner of his lip with the back of his hand, a wry smile forming.  

"You know I’m just telling the truth."  

"Oh yeah?" you snapped, lunging at him with a series of quick strikes. "And what truth is that, Miguel? That you can’t stand me doing anything without you?"  

He caught your wrist and twisted you abruptly, pinning you from behind.  

"I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you and me being unable to do anything about it."  

His confession took you by surprise. Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest. But you couldn’t let the conversation end like this. Using the momentum of his grip, you spun on your own axis, breaking free and landing a solid hit to his abdomen, making him let out a sharp breath.  

"You can’t protect me from everything."  

Miguel bent slightly, breathing heavily, but when he lifted his head, there was something more than anger in his eyes.  

"Maybe not, but I’d rather try than see you get hurt."  

Your lips parted, but no words came out.  

The fight continued, but the intensity had shifted. It was no longer just anger burning between you, it was something deeper, rawer. A well-placed kick from Miguel sent you falling onto your back, but at the last second, he moved to soften your landing, ending up on top of you.  

Both of you were breathing heavily. His face was too close. His dark eyes, filled with emotions you couldn’t decipher, bore into yours with a mix of frustration and something else.  

"Let me worry about you," he whispered.  

Your heart pounded against your ribs.  

"I don’t know if I know how to let you," you admitted in a quiet voice.  

The dojo was steeped in thick silence, only interrupted by the ragged sounds of your breathing.  

Sweat beaded on your forehead, and you felt the rapid pulse in your wrists. The adrenaline still surged through your veins, but the fire of the fight had changed. It was no longer about winning. It was no longer about proving who was right.  

Miguel was there, his chest rising and falling unevenly.  

Your gaze drifted to him, taking in the furrowed brow, the clenched jaw, and the way his chest expanded with each labored breath. You had always seen him like this, intense, determined, unwilling to back down. But now, in this moment of forced stillness, you could see beyond his anger.  

You could see his fear.  

"Do you always have to argue about everything?" his voice broke the silence, though it sounded more exhausted than annoyed.  

You rolled your eyes, but a tired smile tugged at your lips.  

"Do you always have to try and save me?"  

Miguel looked at you, and when your eyes met, it was as if the air between you shifted. Suddenly, the fight, the harsh words, the pride, it all felt small compared to what really mattered.  

He swallowed, his lips parting as if he was about to say something, but in the end, he only let out a sigh.  

"It’s not that I want to save you," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, lower, more sincere. "It’s that I can’t stand the idea of losing you."  

Your heart clenched in your chest. Miguel didn’t look away, and for the first time, there were no barriers between you. No excuses, no pride, no fear disguised as anger. Just the raw truth between your breathless silence.

"Miguel..." you whispered, but you didn’t know what else to say.  

There was no need for words.  

Without thinking too much, you leaned slightly toward him. It was a subtle movement, almost imperceptible, but Miguel noticed it instantly. His gaze flickered briefly to your lips before meeting yours again, as if he were assessing whether he should cross that line.  

And he did.  

Slowly, with a mix of hesitation and resolve, Miguel moved closer until his nose brushed against yours. His warm breath fanned over your slightly parted lips, and for a moment, the entire world stood still.  

His hand reached up to your face, his fingers barely grazing your skin, as if he feared you might disappear at any second.  

"Tell me you don't want this," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.  

But you didn’t. Because you did want it. You wanted it more than you had ever been willing to admit.  

So instead of responding with words, you closed your eyes and closed the distance, letting your lips meet his.  

The kiss was slow, yet filled with everything you had left unspoken until now. It was the release of every argument, every worry disguised as anger, every glance that had lasted too long but never long enough.  

Miguel moved with the same intensity with which he fought, passionate, determined, unrestrained. His hand slid to the curve of your waist, pulling you closer, while yours clung to his shirt, as if you feared he might pull away at any moment.  

But he didn’t.

[lancestrollsgf]

# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

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# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OOC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

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the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

[beah388love]

Cuddling them

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist

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Miguel: Miguel loved when you played with his hair when you cuddled and he would always lay on top of you and you loved it.

Eli/hawk: You both loved cuddling and hes the biggest spoon ever so you was always so comfy whem you guys cuddled. and when you did he would tell you about his day and you would fall asleep to his voice.

Demetri: Demetri isnt very affectionate so when you guys did cuddle it was the best , he would always hold your hand and just look at your face(not in a weird way) just to admire your beauty the entire time.

Robby: He loved cuddling you it was a must in your relationship and he would always have his head in the crook of your neck he loved it , he would also play with your hair and make weird shapes with the ends.

Young Daniel Larusso:He loved having his arms around you whilst cuddling and kissing your face all over , and he would always fall asleep once he got comfortable.

Young Johnny Lawrence: Johnny would always spoon you and have his head in the crook of your neck or resting on your shoulder and would randomly place small kisses on your neck/shoulder.

[happy74827]

He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s about equal with my love for BTTF

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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.

With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.

The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.

Johnny.

He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.

You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.

Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.

He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.

Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.

Until you heard a pang on your window.

Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.

But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.

He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.

"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"

"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"Johnny-"

"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"

You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didn’t go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.

You haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.

He looked… good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.

To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

For a while, you didn’t understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.

Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.

So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just… you.

But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was… well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.

It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasn’t the real him. The real him was like you… except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.

And yet, here you were.

"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.

"God, I've missed you."

That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.

"I've missed you too."

You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.

After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.

He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh… I needed to see you."

You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.

"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just… wanted to see you."

You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.

"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I can’t tell you why."

"That's reassuring."

"It's just… things are… well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."

You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.

"Is it… Is it Sid? Your mom?"

"Just…” He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."

He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.

The look… you knew it wasn’t directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.

He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."

It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t think it would ever happen to you.

And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.

So you did.

You couldn’t really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasn’t alone.

The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.

He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.

You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.

And he did.

His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.

He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.

“Is that…” His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"

Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t help but smile at him. It felt like old times.

"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."

"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."

"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.

"I keep a lot of things, too."

Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.

And he was.

He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you weren’t really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.

The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.

It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.

And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.

[extinctlesspains]

Heyy coule you do kwon x reader ? Like kwon and the reader hate each other but then at the party they make out and after that the reader starts ignoring kwon just for him to pin her agaisnt the wall and ask her why is she ignoring him ! 🩷🩷

A/n: EHEHEHHE CUTE

𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝐵𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒-𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠.

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝐾𝑤𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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The rivalry between you and Kwon was infamous. From the moment you joined the team, sparks flew—though not the good kind. He was arrogant, sharp-tongued, and insufferably good at karate. You couldn’t stand the way he walked around like he owned the place or how his smug grin always made your blood boil.

The tension between you had only worsened during training for the Sekai Taikai. Every drill felt like a competition, every sparring session a battle. And yet, despite your bickering, there was something unspoken lingering in the air—a charge you refused to acknowledge.

That charge came to a head at the afterparty.

The room was dimly lit, the music pounding in your ears as the team celebrated their victories. You were nursing a drink by the wall when Kwon sauntered over, his usual cocky grin firmly in place.

"Why so serious, Y/N?" he teased, leaning casually against the wall beside you.

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe I just don’t want to deal with your face tonight."

His grin widened. "Come on, don’t act like you don’t enjoy our little back-and-forth. Admit it—I make things interesting for you."

You scoffed, setting your drink down. "Interesting isn’t the word I’d use."

The banter escalated, your words growing sharper as the tension mounted. It felt like a game of chicken—who would back down first? But then Kwon did something unexpected.

"Why do you always have to fight me on everything?" he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was quieter now, the teasing edge gone.

You froze as his gaze dropped to your lips. Your heart hammered in your chest, but you didn’t move, didn’t speak.

And then, before you could think, he kissed you.

The world seemed to tilt as his lips pressed against yours. It wasn’t tentative or unsure—it was fiery, intense, and utterly consuming. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. You gasped against his lips, your hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his hair.

Every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word between you, poured into that kiss. It was messy and desperate, but it felt so right. For a moment, the rivalry didn’t matter, the party didn’t matter—only him, only this.

When you finally pulled away, your breaths came in short gasps, your foreheads nearly touching. Kwon’s dark eyes burned into yours, his lips slightly swollen.

“What the hell was that?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

Kwon smirked faintly, though there was a softness in his gaze that made your stomach flip. "You tell me."

But instead of answering, you shoved him away, panic settling in your chest. “I need some air,” you muttered, disappearing into the crowd before he could stop you.

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For the next week, you avoided him like the plague. At practice, you threw yourself into your drills, ignoring the way his eyes seemed to follow you. In the hallways, you made excuses to leave before he could approach you. And if he tried to catch your eye, you acted like he didn’t exist.

But Kwon wasn’t one to be ignored.

One evening, as practice wrapped up, you stayed behind to grab your bag. The dojo was nearly empty, the quiet making you relax for the first time all day. That was until you felt a presence behind you.

“Y/n.”

You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him. His voice sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m busy,” you said curtly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

But instead of leaving, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“Why the hell are you ignoring me?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

You glared up at him, trying to ignore the way your heart raced. “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Don’t lie to me.” His hands rested on either side of your head, caging you in. His dark eyes bore into yours, filled with frustration and something else you couldn’t quite place. “You kissed me, Y/n. Or did you forget?”

Your breath hitched at the memory, but you forced yourself to keep your composure. “Maybe I regret it,” you snapped, though your voice wavered.

Kwon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Do you really?”

You didn’t answer, turning your head away, but he caught your chin, gently forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, his voice losing its edge. “Don’t lie to me.”

The vulnerability in his tone made your walls crumble. "I just... I didn’t know what to do, okay? I thought it would be easier to pretend it never happened."

“Easier for who?” he shot back, his voice rising slightly. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t easier for me. I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/n. About that night. And I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss.

This time, it was slower, more deliberate. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours. The frustration melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through your entire body.

When you finally broke apart, his forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your skin.

“Don’t run away from me again,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I won’t,” you promised, and for the first time in weeks, you felt at peace.

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Secret Never Meant To Be Told. (s.w)

Pairing: Sensei Wolf/Feng Xiao x Fem!Reader

Summary: A former Cobra Kai/Miyagi-Do student joins the Iron Dragons, intent on uncovering more about Terry Silver. But along the way, she finds herself drawn to someone she never expected. Her new sensei. Fast forward to the Sekai Taikai, and her carefully balanced double life begins to crack. When Wolf catches her speaking to someone she shouldn’t, suspicion flares, forcing a confrontation she isn’t ready for.

Type: one-shot

Warnings: READER IS LEGAL AGE, age-gap, minor slow burn for a one-shot, everyone knows except for them, forbidden kiss, friendship with Axel because he needs a friend, UNEDITED.

a/n: i'm back with my latest hyper-fixation. i also didn’t expect this to be this long, but i hope you all enjoy! 

Word Count: 5.4k

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Your phone buzzes in your hand while you’re waiting to board the plane to Barcelona, and you notice Robby’s contact pop up on the screen. You hesitantly look around to see if anyone who would get you in trouble is around but find no one aside from Axel near, you decide to answer the call. “Cover for me for a few?” you whisper to Axel while standing up from your seat.

“Yeah, be quick.” Axel nods reassuringly to you.

“Y/n? You there?” Robby’s concerned voice comes through the phone. You hear in the background, “Dude, I told you it wouldn’t be a good time to call!” sounding like Miguel.

“Yes. Sorry, just making sure I won’t get caught,” you mutter in a low voice, finding an empty spot near the gate. “I can’t talk for long. I board in 15 mins.”

“I’m with Miguel right now, and we just wanted to check in on you. How are you holding up?” 

You let out a sigh before a small smile settles on your lips, “As good as I can be. Sore as hell, though Wolf’s no joke with training. He has Axel and me up by 5 a.m. every day to train for the past two week since he’s named us captains.” You look over your shoulder to see Axel signaling to you to hurry up. “Silver hasn’t shown up in the dojo lately, but he keeps in contact with me for updates on the tournament. He’s meeting us in Barcelona on the first day of full events.”

“I wish we could do something to help you, Y/n. They’ve been keeping you on this too long,” Robby says, frustrated with his dad and Mr. LaRusso. “Be safe, okay? We’ll see you soon,” and the line goes dead.  

When you turn around to start heading back, you’re met with Wolf’s hard stare piercing into you as he approaches Axel and your seats. You see him say something to Axel but can’t make out the words.  

“Personal call?” Wolf questioned you in a dry, unimpressed voice as you sat back down. “I thought I said no distractions,” he leaned down to coldly mutter close to your ear while placing a firm grip on your shoulder, causing you to lean back and meet his eyes again.

“It wasn’t one, Sensei,” you answered through the loud announcements to tell passengers that boarding would start soon, causing him to release his tight grip and sneer while walking away from you.

Axel let out a breath of relief next to you, “Always lucky. If that were me, I would’ve paid the price by now.”

“Axel-” You warn.

“I am just saying no one could get away with the things you do,” he remarked while grabbing both your bags and leading the way to the plane entrance. “I mean, come on. He let it go, just like that? No way. Not to mention he doesn’t even like it when we’re too close together.”

While we were waiting for the people in front of us to find their seats, my neck snapped to turn to him taken aback by what he just said, “Now, you’re going too far-” I scoffed.

“Am I?” Axel breathed down by your ear pressing closer to your back with his front. “Look up.”

Sparked by curiosity, you tilt your chin up and look around the plane and find Wolf’s icy glare already on you and Axel. You look long enough to see him clench his jaw. “I’m still not getting your point...”

“You will soon enough. He’ll snap sooner rather than later,” he let out a deep chuckle. 

You stand next to Axel and Zara, waiting for your bags to come out. Zara points out her luggage to Axel, asking if he can help her get it, leaving you alone waiting for your suitcase. You see it finally drop down to the conveyor belt and you wait for it to come around to your side. You lean down to reach for the handle, but you see a tattooed hand grab it for you. “I could’ve taken it.”

“I’m sure you could,” Wolf smirked, setting your bag down beside you before walking off.

Before you can think too much about what just happened, your phone screen lights up with a new message from Miguel saying landing in 3 hours! sensei larusso said that he’ll text you our room numbers later if you find a moment to get away from the team

You hear your name being called, so you begin walking over to the team and like Miguel’s message before putting your phone away. “Texting a boyfriend?” Zara teased, raising her eyebrow to you in curiosity. 

You turn to glare at her before replying, “Wouldn’t you love to know.”

“Can’t have our captain distracted with a long-distance boyfriend, now can we?” she questioned back as the team started to make their way to the bus that was taking everyone to the hotel.

“Enough, Zara, keep your voice down,” you warned, giving her a pointed look.

“I don’t know how you got the captain’s spot after suddenly showing up a few months ago, but I won’t have you embarrassing us during the tournament.”

“If I remember it correctly, I beat you for this spot,” you reminded her before making your way to sit next to Axel, who saved you a spot near the front of the bus.

“Do you always have to argue? Is it an American thing?” Axel shook his head at you in amusement as you settled in your seat. “You know I think you would be happier if you just ignored her.”

You scoffed lightly. “I need some type of entertainment, and it just so happens that arguing is the most interesting thing that happens around here.” 

The speakers boom as Gunther begins his introduction for the Sekai Taikai, “Welcome, competitors, senseis, sponsors, and esteemed guests to Barcelona, this year's home of the world's greatest karate tournament, the Sekai Taikai.” He pauses as loud cheering erupts in the arena room. “The Sekai Taikai boasts a rich and proud history. And if you are here, it's because you embody all that the Sekai Taikai stands for. Leadership, respect, sportsmanship. Captains, step forward and tie on your headbands.”

The room tensed the moment the captains stepped forward onto the mat. Conversations stuttered, eyes narrowing as teammates straightened their shoulders. You glanced at Axel before he gave you a nod of reassurance. You center the headband in your hands then raising to your forehead to tie it back. 

“Captains, you will have the honor and privilege to compete in our televised tournament of champions. But that is only if your dojo does well enough in our team competitions to make it to the final four. Once the tournament is over, we will then tally all the points your dojos have earned. The dojo with the most points wins the Sekai Taikai. Team events begin tomorrow,” Gunther adds to his speech. “Each event counts. They will all be a surprise. But today, it's about enjoying our host city and making new friends.”

You break your focus away from Gunther speaking and catch Tory’s stare. You felt your pulse jump. It takes you aback for a moment, realizing what gi she has on. Even more so when you look behind her to see John Kreese smirking back at you. 

“We have a field trip arranged for our competitors. And for our senseis, a cocktail mixer with our distinguished sponsors, some of the world's finest martial arts brands. It's a beautiful day to make a first impression. And I suggest you enjoy it, because tomorrow, your lives will change forever. Good luck, and welcome to the Sekai Taikai!” Gunther finished sending everyone off to figure out where to go next. 

You planned not to go on the stupid field trip and instead find some solace in your hotel room, but by the looks of it, Wolf knew what you were thinking to do. “I’m not going.”

“You will go,” you could tell in his voice that there wasn’t any room for you to argue. “You will represent the team and show you are better than every single one of them. I saw that girl who surprised you from the Cobra Kai dojo. I will not have you show any weaknesses. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sensei,” you hissed out in reply. 

“Good girl. Now go make sure the team comes back in time for last-minute training after dinner tonight,” he murmured, his voice dipping slightly. 

“Y/n!” you glance behind you to see who called your name, to find Tory alone in by the aquarium with you. 

“Tory-” you breathed out in ease. You quickly approach the girl and pull her into a quick embrace. “I heard what happened. I’m so sorry about your mom.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, Tory. Don’t do that to yourself. It’s okay to not be okay,” you leaned back to meet her eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you.”

“You couldn’t have known,” she shook her head and looked down before telling you, “I think I made a mistake coming here. I’ve ruined every relationship I have by coming here with Cobra Kai.”

“I understand why you did it, and I don’t blame you for it. You deserve the spot of being captain. Don’t let anyone tell you differently.”

“They hate me-”

“No. They just need to get over themselves and realize this isn’t about them.”

“I’ve missed you.”

“Me too, Tory. It’s been hell being in Hong Kong these past few months, but I don’t regret it,” you admitted to her. “The training they have us do is on another level. Not to mention, Silver trusts me more now, away from everyone.”

“I’m sure it helps that your other sensei likes you,” she told you jokingly.

You let out a small snort, “No.”

“Oh, I saw the way he pulled you to the side earlier after we were dismissed from the introduction ceremony…” she revealed, but before she could continue, you heard a loud commotion, causing you to dart away from Tory to see what was going on.

You come to find people crowded together and see Robby talking to a guy from Cobra Kai, “What, I gotta kick above that line?” you heard Robby ask.

“Oh, what have you gotten yourself into,” you muttered under your breath. “Robby,” you called out in warning, catching people's attention in the room. 

You felt a nudge at your side, “You know him?” Zara points to Robby with a smirk, “Wanna introduce me?” Axel stood next to her and gave you a look of disapproval. You ignored 

At first, Robby didn’t really notice her. But then, his eyes flicked back. For a second, it was enough to make him forget what he was about to say. The others behind him let their gaze flicker over their old teammate with careful neutrality, lingering just long enough for a silent exchange. Miguel looked over like he wanted to say something but knew it wasn’t the right time. “Y/n,” Robby muttered lowly, but the silence in the room allowed for many to hear, confirming any suspicions of us knowing each other. “I got this,” he said before taking a step back to focus on his kick. He landed higher than the rest, but as you side-glanced to the Cobra Kai guys, you could tell they weren’t worried. 

Before Kwon goes up to make his kick, you blurt out, “Care to make things interesting and let me go after you? I get the rooms if you lose, and you get two if I do.”

“For you, princess, sure,” he smirked at you doubting your abilities. He chalked his shoe and kicked, which landed higher than Robby’s. You knew this was a risky call, given the circumstances. “All you, now.”

Axel exhaled sharply, shaking his head just enough to make a point. Next to him, Zara had muscle twitched in her jaw with her expression screaming, ‘Are you serious?’ You just hoped deep down no one would tell Wolf about this once you guys got back, but you knew better than to hope for such things. You took a running start and grunted, “Ais!” as you kicked the board. You let out a heavy breath as you land back on your feet. 

“No way…” you heard someone say.

“Unbelievable,” Zara let out in disbelief. 

“Who is she?” “Did you see that??” “I didn’t know someone could kick that high.” “What dojo is she from?” murmurs filled the room, causing you to look at your mark that was just above Kwon’s kick. You let out a laugh and smirked at the Cobra Kai guys while holding out your hand for their cards. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave your bags in the hallway,” you grinned, taking the hotel cards. 

People started to flow out of the space, and you let out a yelp of surprise as Miguel and Hawk took you in their arms in cheers. “Oh, thank god you were here.”

“Had to make sure you idiots didn’t get yourselves in trouble,” you laughed. “It seems I was cutting it a bit close on timing. Anyway, here are their hotel cards. I don’t need it.”

“You don’t want your own room?” Demetri questioned while Robby took the cards from your hand.

“No. I have my own room already,” you told them.

They raise their eyebrows at you skeptically, and Miguel asks you, “How’d you manage that?”

“Silver is to thank for my room,” you revealed. “He wanted to make sure I had no distractions while I’m here.”

“Of course, he did,” Robby scoffed at the mention of Silver. “What else does that maniac have you do lately?”

“Train until I feel like my legs are going to fall off,” you joked, trying to lighten up the tension. “I know he has people watching me to make sure I’m 'on track' with progress. He reminds me every time that if I lose here, that won’t be the worst thing I experience-”

“You’ve got to tell Sensei LaRusso and Lawerence about this,” Miguel butts in concern.

“I can handle this, Miguel. I’m already too far in. Anyway, I got to go and make sure my team is back in time for training. I’ll see you guys out on the mat, okay?” I turn walking away from them.

It was late. Too late for training, but no one dared to complain. Tomorrow was the first of team events, and every second counted. “Just wait until Sensei Wolf hears about what you pulled earlier,” Zara sneered at you loudly as the team filled the space.

Wolf entered the room looking directly at you, “Hear about what?”

“Nothing. I did what you said to do earlier. I showed them I’m better,” you said, voice firm and unwavering while crossing your arms in front of you. 

“And how did you do that?” he walked up until he was close enough to stare down at you.

“I won. Doesn’t matter how.”

“Fine,” he backed off before turning back to face everyone in the room. “Tomorrow will be the first day of team events. You will all show them we do not lose. That we are invincible.”

“Yes, Sensei,” people responded around the room. The team dropped into fighting stances, getting ready as they launched into synchronized movements, their punches and kicks slicing through the air. You’re faced against Zara, who lunges at you. Managing to block her attempt, you, in a blur of motion, struck back with a controlled sweep to her legs. Zara barely had time to react before she hit the mat, hard.

Sensei Wolf circled them like a predator, his sharp eyes scanning for weakness. When someone faltered, he noticed. He always noticed. He tsked in disappointment as Zara pushed herself off the mat. 

“You’re going to pay for that one, bitch,” she spat out at you.

“I don’t think I will.” your eyes met Sensei’s, and he gave a sharp nod. 

Wolf studied you for a long moment before speaking. “Again. All of you. Faster. No hesitation.”

We stood stone-faced as Gunther introduced the round of events. “Welcome to our first event. I hope you’re all well-rested and ready for a new and unique competition. We call it the “Captain’s War.” We told you how important your captains will be, So let’s see how well you protect them.” From the corner of your eye, you see Miyagi-Do look at each other nervously. “Four dojos will take the mat. Only one will be left standing. If you hit the mat, you’re out. If one of your captains hits the mat, your entire team is out for this round. Check the boards to see your group, decided by random draw. Group A, you’re up.”

“You know what to do,” Wolf growled as he gripped onto mine and Axel’s arms. He let go of Axel, pulled me back for a moment, and leaned down to my ear, “Let them come to you. Then, take them out. Don’t let them get back up.”

You listen for the other dojos' plans for attack and take note of Kwon’s as he tells his team, “We take Miyagi-Do first. They're weakest. Let them come to us. Then we fight the other dojos.” You already know that won’t work, and Tory knows it too.

You switched your attention to Miyagi-Do and saw the words “Protect the egg” fall from Miguel’s mouth. “Ready? Begin!” Gunther booms from the speakers.

You stay back with your team as you watch the others take each other out one by one. You can tell that Miyagi-Do won’t last long when Tory breaks straight through their front line. Everyone can see the team arguing with each other, unable to agree on their next move. The other Cobra Kai members went after another opposing team. None of them seemed to notice us as we stood tall, waiting for our moment.

“Falchi Della Notte captain down. They are out. Only Cobra Kai and the Iron Dragons remain alive,” came through the announcers.

“All six are still standing,” Tory mumbled in disbelief. 

“What is your strategy now?”

“Same as before. We’re outnumbered two to one. Pierce the front line, go straight for the captain,” you hear her say to the two guys while she looks directly at you. 

“Okay.”

No words were needed between you and Tory but the tight line of your mouth said enough. Your teammates break their form as Tory, Kwon, and Yoon begin to charge, halting them mid-in their tracks. “What are they doing?” Sensei Kim questions from the side. You keep eye contact with Tory as your teammates begin to walk around you and Axel. 

“I’ll take the girl. You two get the big guy.”

The fight erupted between the guys. Cobra Kai spread out trying to divide and conquer, but they realized it didn’t matter that they outnumbered us. Axel sidestepped Kwon’s punch with ease, his counterstrike landing hard against the guy’s ribs. A sharp exhale of pain followed, but Axel didn’t give him a second to recover. Then, he switched with a quick sweep to Yoon, and he hit the mat with a solid thud. Tory looked away from you to notice her teammate down. You take a moment to glance at Axel but don’t dare to spare another second looking.

Axel’s expression was calm but calculating. He shot forward like lightning, closing the gap before Kwon could reset. A quick one-two punch to Kwon’s stomach doubled him over, allowing Axel to make the quick grab to push him, and Kwon’s back crashed down, hitting the mat. 

Tory knew she had to play this smart. You were faster, sharper, and you had the skill of waiting for the right moment before attacking. Tory tested the waters first. She sent a quick jab, a feint, then a real strike.

You didn’t even flinch. You weaved between the attacks, your footwork crisp, light as air. Then, you struck. A snap kick that Tory barely blocked in time, stumbling back from the impact. Tory grunted, adjusting her stance. She needed a better approach. She stepped in again, faster, aiming for your ribs, then your head.

Blocked. Blocked.

Tory’s stomach twisted, she could tell you were reading her like a book. Before she could rethink her approach, you made your move. A fake low kick then a switch-up. Tory reacted to the low feint, but you were already airborne. A spinning roundhouse.

The heel of your foot crashed against Tory’s temple. Tory’s vision blurred and her balance wavered. She barely had time to react before you swept her feet out from under her. Tory landed on the mat hard. Hitting it in frustration. 

The crowd’s cheers were distant, muffled beneath the pounding in your ears. The referee’s hand rose to signal the victory, but none of that mattered. Not yet. “Both Cobra Kai captains go down. The Iron Dragons win.”

You turn to look for Wolf and realize he’s already watching you. He smirks at you, giving you a nod of approval. Your stomach flipped, and your breath hitched, your heart slamming against your ribs. The weight of his gaze pinned you in place, more intense than the fight itself.

You make your way to the elevators to head back to your hotel room for a quick shower before the next event. When you were close to reaching the doors, a hand grabbed you from behind you, causing you to yelp before you could realize that it was Miguel pulling you to a private room. 

“Miguel! You can’t do that here!” you screeched, hitting his arms. “I was this close to punching you,” you huffed out while pinching your fingers close together as an example.

Miguel let out a laugh, watching you get worked up. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry! I just didn’t know when I would get another chance to see you alone. You are either always with the giant brute or your killer sensei. Who, by the way, I think is completely into you.”

“Who? Axel? He’s like the big friendly giant.”

“No, pendeja!” he flicked you on the forehead. “Your sensei! That man never takes his eyes off you. Like, ever.”

“Wolf? No, he’s just like that,” you played off. 

“So he looks at everyone like he wants to devour them?”

“Miguel!”

“What? I’m just stating the obvious here. Which you want to pretend isn’t true.” Your cheeks flush with heat as you think about Wolf. “See, you’re blushing!”

“No, I’m not,” your hand flew to cover your cheeks.

“Whatever. Enough about them. I want to talk about the captain’s war from earlier. I need advice.”

“Like the fact you should’ve been captain and it’s super obvious that Robby isn’t focused because of Tory being Cobra Kai?”

Miguel shook his head in amusement, “Yes, exactly that.”

“I think you guys need to all sort your shit out before you come back onto the mat because it’s ruining you guys from actually having a chance here. Everyone can tell that you’re not together as a team, and they will use that to their advantage every single time.”

“What, like how the Iron Dragons are a team?” he scoffed, remembering how you and Axel took the fight. 

“No, that’s different. Axel and I are enough as captains alone. But you guys have Robby whose head is so far away from the tournament and Sam barely even looks like she wants to be here,” you tried to explain to him. “The rest of you need to work together to make sure they don’t bring you down, unlike how the captain’s war went for you guys today.”

“Bring us down?”

“Miguel, I saw what happened earlier. Everyone did. You took two guys from Cobra Kai at once today, but Robby couldn’t even get past Kwon. I just don’t want to see you fail. I know how much this tournament means to you,” your voice came out sharp, exasperated like you’ve been holding it in for too long. “Forget about Stanford. Forget about the team issues. Forget about everything. Just fight and do it for yourself. Prove to them the leader you are.”

“Okay,” his voice was hesitant, as if unsure of the words. You took it as a sign to pull him back in for another hug, leaning your head on his shoulder, “You should take some of your own advice and do something for yourself,” you heard him murmur into your hair.

“If only it were that easy,” you sighed while pulling away.

“It could be.”

“Not with him. Not with Silver whispering into his ear,” you scoffed at the thought.

“Maybe after all of this then?”

“Maybe,” you said wistfully.

Miguel walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You let them linger in your mind, thinking about the what you were risking by starting something with Wolf. You had a mission while being here. To prove you have what it takes to be a champion, and you weren’t going to let anyone take that away from you. This could risk you everything you worked for these past few months and ruin your cover to learn more about Silver. If Wolf found out, you wouldn’t just be losing your spot in the tournament. You’d lose him before you even had a chance to have him.

But maybe he was worth the risk.

You stepped out of the room and looked around carefully to see if anyone you knew was around. Just your luck, you saw Sensei Wolf talking to a group of what looked like other senseis in the lobby. His eyes flickered to the side, catching you. His head tilted like he was confused or more like processing something. 

You beelined for the elevator in hopes of avoiding him. You were close to making it alone in the elevator, but a foot stopped the doors from closing. To only reveal Wolf with a sinister look written across his face. He stepped in, and the doors closed behind him. He continued to close the gap between you until you were trapped leaning against the wall with your face turned away from him.

His hand flew to your neck, applying a firm but gentle pressure, guiding your gaze back onto him. “What were you doing in that room?” Wolf hummed, eyes scanning your face.

“Needed a moment alone,” you let out quietly.

“Alone?” he drawled. His grip on your throat tightened for a second, and you noticed his jaw clenched with tension.

“Yes.”

“Do you think I am a fool?” he jeered, making no effort to hide his disdain.

“No, sensei,” you replied in a breathy tone as you tried to push yourself more into the wall to gain some distance between you two.

The elevator rang and opened its doors to your floor, and Wolf dragged you into the hallway. His grip now fell onto your wrist, leading you to your hotel room. “Open the door.”

You fumbled around your bag for your keycard. You quickly unlock the door and walk in, setting your bag on the bed. He comes in, slamming the door behind him shut. You stay silent, not knowing what to say that won’t anger him more. You already knew you got caught, but you didn’t know how much he knew.

“I am going to give you one more chance. What were you doing in that room?” his voice ringed with steel behind each word. “Do not lie to me again.” he sounded low but forceful, voice tight with suppressed anger.

You let out a breathe you were holding, rubbing your temples when you answered him with, “Why does it matter? I give you the results you want. So why does it matter what I do?” You were pushing your luck, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of giving in. 

Wolf let out a single, humorless chuckle, “It matters when I think you’re not here to win.”

“This tournament is everything. I will not fail.”

He closed the distance in two sharp steps, stopping just short of colliding. His breath was warm against your face as he growled, “Then tell me what were you doing in that room.” 

“I was talking to a friend-” your voice failing you at the end as your breath hitched at the close proximity between you two. 

“Friend. Is that why you looked so guilty walking out?” he spat out.

You broke your gaze from him and turned your face away, “Nothing happened.”

“Say that again,” Wolf used his finger to redirect your face to meet his eyes.

“We only talked. Nothing happened.” you were hesitant, paused between words, voice softer than usual.

“Then what are you hiding.”

“Nothing.”

“I SAID DO NOT LIE TO ME AGAIN,” he yelled into your face, making you take a step back until your legs hit against the end of the bed. 

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” you tensed.

“And you don’t get to lie to me. So tell me what you were doing with that boy from the pathetic Miyagi-Do,” he sneered. “Wouldn’t want him to get hurt now?”

“He’s nothing, Wolf. He’s just a means to an end,” you explained cautiously, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the secret looks and phone calls and the constant hiding of your phone from anyone who could see,” Wolf pointed out. “I know you’re hiding something.”

“If you knew then, why do you care now?” your voice was tight, wondering if you really want to the answer to this or not.

“You’re my champion,” he stated slow and deliberately. 

“Yet, I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” you sighed.

“Everything.” Wolf pulled you to him by your hips, making you gulp at the action. You’re holding on by a thread to your self-restraint. His lips broke out in a small smirk that was close enough to brush against your lips, mumbling, “Give in.” 

Your breath was uneven, hot against his skin as you whispered, “I shouldn’t.”

“But you can.” and neither of you moved away.

Instead, he raised one hand to brush his fingers against your jaw, featherlight, as if memorizing the shape of you, as if giving you one last chance to walk away. Your lips parted slightly, a breath caught between want and restraint.

Then it snapped. 

He crashed into you, his lips searing against yours. You gasped into the kiss, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer, needing more. His grip tightened at your hip, anchoring you to him.

You knew you were being reckless, but at the moment you couldn’t care anymore. You were doing this for yourself. You move your hands to go around his neck to try and pull yourself up to him. The kiss was fast and feverish, making you gasp slightly and allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kissed until all the breath left your lungs and even then you never wanted him to stop.

His teeth grazed your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine. Your hands found his hair, pulling it with need. The world blurred around you. The way you fit together like a secret never meant to be told.

Then a noise. A knock against your hotel door.

A reminder of reality.

You tore apart, chests heaving, eyes wild. His lips were red, swollen, his pupils blown wide as he stared at you, something raw and untamed in his gaze.

Heavy silence stretched between you.

“We shouldn’t have-” you started, voice barely a whisper.

His thumb brushed your lip, tracing where his kiss had just been. Claiming.

“I know.” His voice was low, rough. And yet, neither of you held any regret.