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Blame It on the Heat

Pairing: Kobra Kid x Reader Summary: It's an unbearably hot day in the Zones, but there's something hotter right outside the diner - your best friend, Kobra. Warnings: NSFW content Tags: fingering, semi-public sex, friends to lovers Word Count: 2155 A/N: There isn't enough Kobra Kid smut, so I took it upon myself to write some. Write the smut you want to see in the world.

“Why is it so damn hot out?” Ghoul groaned, stretching out on a seat in the diner. You had just gotten back from a supply run, and you were more than grateful to be in the cool confinements of the diner.

“Because we live in the desert, dumbass,” Party responded, who was sick of listening to his friend complain about the heat all day. Ghoul pouted at his response and prepared to start a squabble.

“At least I don’t cosplay as the American flag.”

“I do not look like the American flag!” Party, ever the anarchist, took his words personally and looked to Jet for support, who just shook his head and continued to tinker with the radio.

“C’mon, you see it too, don’t you?” Ghoul giggled, glancing at you as if you would give in. Like Jet, you knew better to feed into their petty arguments. With your arms raised in surrender, you swung your legs over the worn cushions and left in search of Kobra.

Kobra was your favorite. You had met him after saving his ass from a group of Draculoids, and after getting over the initial shock of the situation, he asked you to join his gang. He had always been very sweet to you, making sure to retell the whole story to his friends that night so you could get the recognition you deserve. That was months ago though, and your bond had only strengthened over time.

You pushed through the metal doors, burning your hands slightly and feeling a wave of heat as you stepped out of the diner. The sound of your boots scuffing against the dusty ground made Kobra lift his head to see you, and the view before you had your head spinning.

There he was, and god was he a sight for sore eyes. His t-shirt lay discarded next to him, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his lean figure. His bleached hair was unkempt, loose strands sticking to his forehead, and his hands were stained with oil from his motorcycle. The scene definitely stirred something inside of you, causing several vulgar thoughts to plague your mind.

Kobra’s eyes softened upon seeing you, beckoning you over while still crouched next to his motorcycle. When you didn’t say anything, he took the liberty of speaking first.

“Did you come out here for something or were you just planning on ogling at me all day?” he joked, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Nah, Party and Ghoul are bickering again and I didn’t feel like getting in the middle of it.”

He offered you a sympathetic smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, him fixing up his bike, and you admiring him. Maybe you shouldn’t stare so blatantly, but if he had an issue with it he’d probably let you know.

As the minutes passed, it only seemed to get hotter, the California sun beating down on you and undoubtedly leaving burns for you to treat later. You couldn’t help but complain about it, and Kobra promised that he would finish up soon and you could go sit in the shade.

The next few minutes were spent watching the man, how he’d furrow his brow as he rifled through his tools or the way he’d bite his lip while he surveyed his work. A sense of guilt swirled in your stomach with each passing thought. Obviously, you didn’t want to make your friend uncomfortable, but that was the problem.

You had never just been friends with Kobra. Sure, you had always found him attractive but you were typically able to push it down. Perhaps it was the heat getting to you, but you could hardly find the decency to suppress your desires.

Kobra finished up while you were spacing out, standing up tall and staring back down at you. Somehow he looked even more attractive from this angle, fogging up your mind for a moment as you met his gaze. It may have been a blossoming sunburn, but you could’ve sworn he was blushing.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, hauling yourself up via his arms, and pulled him into the shade on the side of the diner. He still hadn’t said anything, seemingly caught up in his own thoughts. Once you were tucked away under the shadow of the carport, you turned to face him, planting your hands on either side of his face so you were directly in his line of sight. Your eyes squinted in question, and he stood stiff as you observed him.

“What’s wrong?” A frown found its way onto your face as you asked him, and he appeared to be equally confused. He let out a breath and shook his head before answering.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’re especially... distant today.”

He chuckled a bit at that, as you had also been acting odd.

“You’re one to talk.” You smiled at how stubborn he was, giving up on your interrogation and deciding that it was probably best to blame it on the heat. He slid down to the ground, tugging you with him, and together you sat in the shade, cooling down from the torrid temperature.

Despite feeling his stare, you continued to watch the clouds move, figuring if you looked back at him you’d jump his bones right there. You didn’t pay him any attention until you felt him take hold of your hand, and at that point, he was back to studying the sky with you.

Kobra could absolutely tell you were watching him, but he was too anxious to say anything, so he was incredibly relieved when you made the first move.

You twisted your body just enough to face him, one hand still in his, while the other brushed along his jawline. He tilted his head to the side, settling it in your cupped hand as you leaned in to kiss him. It was sweet and tender, and he brought his hand up to rest under your chin, pulling you closer.

You reluctantly pulled away to catch your breath, resting your forehead against his. With stupid smiles slapped across your faces, you refilled your lungs to dive back in again, and it was even better than the last.

There was no hesitance this time, allowing you to truly experience the kiss. His lips were soft, moving in time with yours. He let go of your hand to pull you into his lap, keeping a firm grip on your hips, while yours hung around his neck. Upon moving them, you realized that he had left his shirt on his bike, sending a flood of salacious thoughts through your head.

A surge of adrenaline ran through you as he parted your lips with the tip of his tongue, effortlessly taking your breath away. Kobra’s mouth was warm and wet, and the way he flicked his tongue against yours sent you spiraling. He caressed your waist as the kiss deepened, refusing to move his hands from their current position.

You ground your hips against his in an attempt to relieve the discomfort between your legs, triggering a moan from him. It was like music to your fucking ears.

He groaned softly as you pulled away, tucking yourself into the side of his neck and leaving marks that the guys would tease him for later. You inhaled his aroma, feeling fuzzy as it flooded your sinuses. Kobra always smelled nice; it was one of your favorite things about him. You always felt a sense of comfort when he would lend you his jacket, or on sleepless nights when the only thing to tranquilize you was your best friend’s embrace. Now having your lips pressed to his skin and feeling the same warmth was almost dizzying.

You ran your hands down his chest as you left gentle bites across his collarbones, scratching softly and earning small noises from him. Growing restless yourself, you leaned back up to whisper some direction.

“Touch me, Kobra.”

His head lolled back as you traced the shell of his ear with your tongue, placing your hands over his to slide them up to your chest. Kobra made quick work of your top and bra, tossing them to the side and stroking the sensitive skin. The sight of him lowering his head to your chest combined with how his mouth felt made a warm feeling flood your abdomen.

He kissed and bit your skin the way you had done to him, breath fanning across your nipples, making you writhe beneath him. You whined high in your throat as he flattened his tongue against one, and rolled the other between his fingers. He had grown painfully hard, his erection poking at your thigh while you rubbed yourself against him, desperate for any kind of friction.

Eventually, you both grew impatient, and he decided to initiate things this time. He moved his hands down to your jeans, tugging lightly and the waistband as if waiting for permission, and only slipped his hand down after you mumbled your consent.

His fingers swept over your wet folds, gathering up your slick before pushing inside. The fact that it was him that made you this wet ignited something in him, and he was struck with a need to make you feel good.

You had always really loved his hands, so having his fingers buried inside you was something out of a wet dream. Your breath caught in your throat as he continued to pump in and out of you, gasping when his thumb brushed against your clit. A small cry fell past your lips as he curled his fingers inside of you, making him repeat the action a few more times before pulling his hand away.

He brought them to his mouth next, sucking them clean and pulling you in for a messy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. As erotic as it all was, your need to have him back inside you was growing stronger by the second, and you knew his pants were uncomfortably tight.

“I want you to fuck me,” you told him breathlessly.

The sound he made was nothing but carnal desire, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. He pulled you up with him as he got to his feet, arm still wrapped around you as he helped you out of your jeans. You unbuckled his belt as he watched with rapt attention, mouth falling slightly open when you took him out of his boxers. His breath shuddered as you stroked him gently, but he soon lifted you up and pressed you against the wall.

A small hiss escaped you as he thrust inside, and though it hurt, you wanted nothing more than for him to move. He held you for a moment before he pushed in completely, allowing you to adjust. As the pain blurred into pleasure, you let go of your inhibitions, letting a lust-filled haze take over your mind.

Kobra set a steady rhythm, focusing on going deep rather than fast. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, pulling him impossibly close. Lewd noises flowed freely from both of you, only elevating the experience.

A familiar feeling began to build in your abdomen as time went on, and you noticed how Kobra’s thrusts grew sloppier and his breathing became more erratic. Nothing you said was coherent anymore, simply an indecipherable mix of curses and your lover’s name.

You just about sobbed into his shoulder as you hit your orgasm, and the whole world stopped for a second. He fucked you through it, and quickly pulled out to release. Everything faded to black and you clung to him out of exhaustion. He helped you lean against the wall while he cleaned you both up because you were out of it.

After getting dressed and sharing many kisses, the two of you headed back inside, fully prepared for an excessive amount of mocking.

Which is exactly what you received.

Upon entering the diner, you and Kobra were met with very mixed reactions. Party was revolted, Ghoul was grinning maliciously, and Jet just wanted to be left alone.

“Can you not fuck within earshot next time?” Party asked with a scowl, shaking his head disapprovingly.

Before either of you could respond, Ghoul jumped in with an over-the-top impression of you and Kobra, filling the diner with high-pitched moans and effectively embarrassing the two of you.

Kobra dragged you away to the other room before you could castrate your friend, where he kissed you again and then sprung the question that was on both of your minds.

“So what does this make us?”

“Well, I think we’ve wasted enough time beating around the bush, so I vote that we just date already.”

A small smile made its way onto his face and he looked into your eyes, sparkling with newfound passion.

“I think that’s perfect.”

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