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stephstars08 · 1 month ago

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You Still Love Me?

Daniel LaRusso x Reader

Warnings: Some Adult Language, Break Ups, Angst, Fluff, Embarrassment, Loneliness, Bullying, Jealousy, and Possible Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Y/N and Daniel dated but a fight caused Y/N to break up with him. When Daniel starts seeing a new girl Y/N lets her jealousy get the best of her and she does something she has never done before.

Word Count: 1,776

Author’s Note: Here is my first Daniel LaRusso story so I hope you all enjoy. Most of my stories will take place during the Karate Kid timelines. I might write some that take place during Cobra Kai I just haven’t decided yet. This story takes place between Karate Kid One and Karate Kid Two!

Y/N didn’t have much of a love life till a boy named Daniel LaRusso came into town. Y/N remembers the day she met Daniel like it was yesterday. When her eyes met his eyes for the first time, she felt something in her that she has never felt before.

Daniel wasn’t Y/N’s first crush since she’s been on dates with other boys before but those were more of flings than relationships since they only lasted three to four dates. One boy she never even finished the first date with him because she felt like he was driving her up the wall.

All of Y/N’s friends knew Daniel was different from all of the other guy's Y/N went out with. Everyone really thought that Daniel was the one for Y/N, but they were wrong.

Y/N and Daniel had been together for almost five months when one night everything came crashing down. Y/N doesn’t even remember what the fight was about since it all happened so fast, but she will always remember the last thing she said to Daniel before she left. She told him she was done with him and walked out the door slamming it behind her.

Y/N and Daniel have seen and have spoken to each other since the breakup since they are friends with the same people. Everything was okay with Y/N till after a month since the breakup when Daniel started seeing another girl. Y/N couldn’t help but feel hurt seeing Daniel move on so fast. When she sees Daniel with his new girl, she couldn’t help but feel jealous. She hated feeling jealous because she’s the on that broke up with him.

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Y/N was at her house all by herself like she always was. Her parents are the owners of a law and business company, so they are always working. Y/N couldn’t help but feel lonely in the big house. When she was with Daniel, he would always be at her house with her which took away that loneliness she felt.

Y/N was sitting in the living room flipping through the channels on the tv trying to find something to watch. When she heard the doorbell ring, she let out a sigh. She put the remote control onto the glass table and stood up from the couch.

She walked up to the front door and opened it to see her best friend, Ali. “Hey Ali.” Y/N said stepping to the side so Ali could walk inside. “Hi.” Ali said with a smile walking inside. “Are your parents' home?” Ali asked her. “That’s a stupid question.” Y/N told her as she closed the door. “Oh yeah right, sorry.” Ali said as her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. “It’s cool.” Y/N told her in reassurance.

“What brings you by?” Y/N asked her walking back over to the couch with Ali following behind her. “Are you still coming to my party tomorrow night?” Ali asked her sitting down onto the couch with Y/N. “Of course.” Y/N answered her.

“Why do you ask?” Y/N asked with a hint of confusion in her tone. “Daniel called me earlier asking if it was okay if he could bring Claire to the party with him.” Ali told her. “Oh.” Y/N said in a soft tone as she looked down at her hands that were resting on top of her lap. “I told him I wanted to talk to you first.” Ali told her. Y/N just gave her a nod as she just fiddled with her fingers.

“Y/N if you aren’t comfortable with Claire coming, I’ll tell Daniel that it’s not okay.” Ali told her. “I rather have my best friend at my party than some girl I barely know.” Ali added. “No, it’s okay.” Y/N said looking up at her. “Daniel can bring her.” Y/N told her. “Are you sure?” Ali asked her. “I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” Ali added with concern in her voice. “Why would I be uncomfortable?” Y/N asked with a hiss. “I’m the one that broke up with him.” Y/N reminded her. “I’ll be fine.” Y/N told her. “Okay.” Ali said with a nod.

“I’ll go home and call Daniel back.” Ali said standing up from the couch. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Ali said. “See you tomorrow.” Y/N said back. Ali gave her a soft smile and then made her way out of the house.

Once Y/N heard the front door close shut she picked up the remote control back up and went back to flipping through the channels.

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At the party Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off Daniel and Claire. Every time she sees him touch his hand or arm, she feels this burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. Seeing Daniel smiling and laughing with Claire made her feel sick to her stomach.

Y/N was talking with some friends when she saw Claire walk away from Daniel. Claire was standing at the table where all the drinks were at. “I’ll be right back.” Y/N said to her friends. Y/N walked towards Claire and completely lost control of her actions. When she was right behind Claire, she used her right elbow to shove Claire into the table. Claire fell into the table knocking it over. The drinks fell off the table and were spilled all over the floor. Half of the drinks spilled all over Claire drenching her whole outfit. Everyone around started to laugh at Claire. Y/N was just staring down at Claire. Y/N was in shock at what she just did.

Daniel ran over to Claire. He saw what Y/N did. “Y/N! What the fuck are you doing?” Daniel asked her in a snappy tone looking up at her with a glare. “I-I don’t know.” Y/N stuttered since she was still in shock. Daniel just shook his head and put all of his attention on Claire who was trying to hold back the tears. Claire’s face was all red since she was in embarrassed. Daniel helping Claire up off the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Daniel told her. Y/N watched Daniel walk away with Claire.

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Y/N was sitting outside on Ali’s porch. She was sitting on the top step by herself. She feels awful for what she did to Claire. She let her jealousy get the best of her.

“Y/N.” She heard a voice say her name. When she looked up, she saw Daniel standing there with an angry look in his eyes. “You want to explain to me what you did?” Daniel asked folding his arm over his chest. “I don’t know okay it just all happened so damn fast.” Y/N told him with frustration in her voice.

“Why?” Daniel asked her. “What?” Y/N asked in confusion. “Why did you do that to Claire?” Daniel asked her with frustration in his tone. “Ali told me you were fine with me bringing her here and then you do this. What the hell, Y/N?” Daniel said with a snappy tone. “It’s because I’m jealous alright!” Y/N told him standing up. “What?” Daniel asked taken by surprise as he unfolded his arms.

“I know I have no right to be jealous because I was the one that broke up with you, but I realized that I was fucking stupid.” Y/N told him as tears started to form in her eyes. “Y/N.” Daniel started. “Do you still love me?” Daniel asked her. Y/N just gave him a nod. “Y/N.” Daniel said in a soft voice as he looked at her with a sad look in his eyes. He went to go take her hand, but she stepped away from him.

“Doesn’t matter. You have Claire.” Y/N told him trying to hold in her tears from falling but she failed. “Y/N-” Daniel started to say but she cut him off. “I fucked up and that’s the end of the story.” Y/N told him.

She walked down the steps and to her car. Daniel watched her get into her car. Y/N started her car up and drove away. Daniel let out a sigh and walked back inside the house.

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It was the next day and Y/N was spending another day alone at her home. She was laying down onto the couch in the living room watching a movie. She was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Y/N was exhausted since she barely got any sleep last night. She got home a little after ten the night before. She couldn’t fall asleep because she couldn’t stop thinking about what she did to Claire. She feels awful and wished she could go back in time and change what she did. Y/N has never done something like that before. Y/N isn’t known for being mean and causing pain towards others because she’s not that type of girl. Ali had called her to talk about what happened, but Y/N just ignored the calls.

Y/N was starting to drift off to sleep when she heard the doorbell ring. Y/N let out a loud groan as she sat up. She lazily got up off the couch and walked over to the front door. She was expecting it to be Ali but when she opened the door, she was wrong.

“Hi.” Daniel said in a soft voice. “Hey.” Y/N said shocked to see him. She saw the tired look in his eyes. He must’ve had a hard time sleeping last night, too. “Can I come in?” Daniel asked in a curious tone. Y/N gave him a nod as she stepped to the side for him to walk in.

“Claire and I aren’t seeing each other anymore.” Daniel told her walking inside. Y/N shut the door and looked at him with a sad look in her eyes. “Shit! I’m so sorry Daniel.” Y/N told him feeling responsible. “I can talk to her for you.” Y/N told him, but he shook his head no.

“I’m the one that broke up with her.” Daniel told her. “Why?” Y/N asked with a surprised look in her eyes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me.” Daniel told her. He took one of her hands into his and this time she let him.

“I still love you, too.” Daniel told her giving her hand a light squeeze. “I was wondering if you would like to give us another try.” Daniel said with a soft smile forming on his lips. Y/N’s lips turned up into a smile, too. “Yes.” Y/N said with a nod.

“Can I kiss you now?” Daniel asked making Y/N let out a giggle. “You don’t have to ask.” Y/N told him. She used her other hand to pull him down. She connected her lips with his’s.

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atmostories · 4 months ago

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Terry Silver x Reader

Tags: NSFW, Female Reader, Exhibitionism A gift for @terrence-silver 🖤🖤🖤 An Evening At The Opera

You were out like a light. Was the opera really that boring? Terry sniggered to himself as he possessively caressed your hair, fingers twirling and wrapping around the strands. You were napping on his lap while Reginald drove the limo back home to the hills. The lights of LA streamed past him in an unintelligible blur, the events of the evening still rushing through his body like two fresh hits of ketamine in his bloodstream. He could do with a cigar right now, but didn't want to disturb you with any movement. The celebration could wait. There was a growing urge to take you the moment you entered the mansion's threshold, or hell he could even fuck you right on the entranceway, smear his come and yours on the front door to mark this home as both his and yours forever. Like two king cobras marking the entrance to their den, a declaration of their mated nature, a warning to strangers to stay clear or face the consequences. Love and death all intertwined as one. However, his beloved needed to rest. He'd have you again first thing in the morning, wake you up to the sensations of his body desperately rubbing against yours. "We missed over an hour of the opera, my dear, we'll simply have to go again." He'd whisper and giggle into your ear, no doubt thinking of what transpired.

/ / / La Bohème was completely sold out. So of course, Terry had purchased the biggest box of the theatre, best seat in the house. The previous holder of the box had been outbid, much to their distress Margaret had assured him. Well, if you wanted something, you took it. Why was that so hard for people to understand? Just like he took you. Somehow you were both easier and harder to take than he thought it would be. Easier because your feelings for him were so potent even from early on. That made his toes curl just at the thought, how much you wanted him, how your devotion shone through you like a reflection of his own, more blinding than the sun itself. And it was harder because he needed to earn your trust. Trust had never been something he'd needed to foster when he was seducing someone. Usually all he'd need to do was give the right look, mutter an innuendo here or there, and his body would do the rest of the work. He never had to chase someone before. Whoever peeked Terry's interest, already wanted him. There was never any hesitation involved. He never realised how exciting the thrill of the hunt would be. Forever being thrown prey into his cage, fat and lazy from the endless offerings, until the day he spotted you beyond the threshold of his contained dominion. He couldn't just take your body, that was too easy. He needed your mind, your heart, your fucking soul cradled against him to keep for all eternity. When you both arrived at the theatre, Terry ensured you went through the staff only entrance. You simply looked too ravishing tonight, he couldn't allow the paparazzi to have up close shots of you. He guided you through the back area like he owned the place, which he of course did now, past the stage hands and technicians, past the dressing rooms of the performers. They cooed and greeted you like you were both the star lovers of the show, wishing that you enjoyed the evening.

"Break a leg." Terry announced to them. He smirked at you then, enjoying the amused but almost reprimanding expression on your face. His heart panged with desire, fuck he wanted you so badly. The waiting area was buzzing with guests and conversation, the excitement palpable in the air, but the noise noticeably quietened when the two of you came in. Many faces turned to you, Terry subconsciously tightened his grip around your white faux fur capelet-covered shoulder. Your capelet matched the white ribbon adorned on his ponytail, which you had tied yourself. Your blood red tailored dress matched his cravat and waistcoat underneath his jacket. He ensured that it was the exact shade of your blood from the cut he most definitely didn't purposefully cause by prodding your finger against a rose thorn in the east wing greenhouse almost a month ago. His mind was filled with the image of sucking your finger for almost half an hour, the heady metallic taste of you ripe in his memory. Heading to the box, he led you up the stairs, hand in hand. An announcement was made over the speakers that the performance would start shortly. Right on cue. You were shown into box by a personal butler who he immediately dismissed after you'd taken your seat. He wanted the two of you alone, undisturbed. After all, he wasn't here for the damn opera. The box was extremely luxurious, it had its own bar in the corner, its own bathroom. Rather than two separate seats, the two of you sat on an eighteenth century Chesterfield that he'd had specially procured for the evening. He asked whether you liked the box and you were gushing out compliments to him, eyes wide with excitement as you took in view of the theatre, the perfect central location with the best view of the stage and the orchestra in front of it. "Have I told you how beautiful you look, my dear?" Your cheeks reddened like he was summoning your blood to the surface like a satanic blood ritual, your skin almost splitting open upon a rose thorn. “Yes you have, Terry, thank you. And you look very handsome.” "Do I?" He feigned, his hand reaching up to rest on your neck. The lights of the theatre dimmed, his thumb rubbing along your throat. It was his explicit gesture to you that he was hard and desperately needed to be inside of you. A gasp escaped your mouth before you stuttered out a yes. His eyes flicked down to his lap, his silent command for you to place a hand on his cock, to feel how much he needed you, for you to dare question his desire for his beloved. Your motion was slow, delayed, you weren't entirely comfortable doing this here, but you obeyed, you always did. You were so good to him. You gasped again, feeling how hard he was over his slacks. You never could exactly grasp the depths of his want for you, the hardness of his cock physical proof that words couldn't quite place. La Bohème began its opening act with its star lovers rather too preoccupied, he mused before shifting his body like he was paying attention to the performance. You followed suit, though your soft, gentle hand kept up its teasing motions, fingers rubbing against his length.

His hips lazily kept raising slightly to meet your touch, the music and singing mere noise in the background. He slid an arm around your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down your throat, I want you, I need you, I want you, I need you, he conveyed to you over and over and over. Branding his desire onto your body. Were you wet yet? Were your thighs aching? Were you finding it impossible to take in a deep breath? Was your clit twitching? His other hand rested on your thigh, and your free hand shot out to his with surprising speed as you began urgently rubbing his inner wrist. Now this was your explicit gesture to him. I want you, I need you, I want you, I need you, you begged him, you screamed at him with your wordless gesture. He shot up from the Chesterfield, wrenching the privacy curtains closed as far as they would go. Climbing on top of you, his mouth devoured yours, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to meet your own before he began to suck on your own tongue. He growled at the way you groaned in surprise at the sensation. He pulled away. This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all, would it? He hurried you to your feet, ready to carry you out of the box and down the theatre stairs if you weren't fast enough. But you were up and being pulled by him out through the door like the box had been set on fire. “Mr. and Mrs. Silver?” The butler called out, concern heavy in his voice. Terry knew you'd want to satiate this complete stranger, purely out of the goodness of your heart. He sighed internally. "Pressing business!" Terry shouted back, pulling you around the corner. He looked back at you, inflamed by the smile on your face for him knowing just what you wanted. He immediately stopped at the top of the stairs, out of sight from any of the staff. His hand slid under your dress, cupped your cunt and squeezed, forcing a squeal out of your hot, wet mouth. "Pressing indeed." He murmured, capturing your lips for a brief moment before forcing himself to take you down the stairs. Otherwise he'd be fucking you right there and then. He told hold of your waist, taking some of your weight to keep you balanced, how could you not be weak at the knees for him? He came to a halt in the waiting area, head flicking side to side as he took in his options, body shaking in need, cock straining against his underwear, hand gripping onto yours like a lifeline, it was too far to the limo, the back area was busy with people, hmm. . .coat closet? Practically shoving a wad of cash at the attendants, he ordered for them to leave and slammed the door shut behind them. With no time to waste, he stripped off the fur capelet that was covering your bare shoulders and ripped the top part of your dress down, the sound of tearing material made his balls ache. As you stood frozen in shock, his mouth immediately attacked your nipples, he manoeuvred you against one of the coat racks, your back cushioned by real fur coats. He nipped and sucked and nibbled at you without breaking away, you were more out of breath than he was. Something had to be done about those real fur coats, he thought to himself, letting out a chuckle as he pulled back, giving you a second to take in oxygen. Taking to his knee, he wrenched up the dress to your hips, knocked apart your legs and shoved his mouth into your wet cunt like a man dying of thirst and god he felt like it. You squealed and desperately grabbed onto his shoulders for support. He played with your clit with his tongue, incensed by your constant stream of moans and cries. Working a finger inside of you, he began a relentless pace, rubbing your clit side to side, fucking you deep with one finger before working in another, and then a third. Your legs were shaking by then, your eyes kept rolling back, your hand mindlessly gripping onto his hair, undoing the meticulously neat ponytail you'd tied back earlier that evening. His white ribbon fell onto the floor.

He was too selfish to let you come first, he wanted to come with you. Pulling his mouth and fingers away from you, he rose off the floor to stand. You looked like you'd been fucked out of your mind and his cock hadn't even been inside of you yet. As he scrambled to release his cock, he lifted up one of your legs and you cried out together when he sunk into you. He growled at the wet, tight, hot sensation, relishing it for a fleeting moment before he began to move. Leaning down, his forehead pressed against yours, his tongue licking up the side of your face, his lips laying kisses on your cheeks. He could taste your come, your sweat, your skin. He fucked you hard and fast, your bodies laced together, the mated king cobras deep in the throws of heat. The two of you as one, like it was always meant to be. His hips kept thrusting into you. He knew you were close, he was close to. Weeks and weeks had been spent tuning himself to your rhythms, learning how to delay his pleasure and the effort had paid off tenfold. He upped his paced, feeling that you were about come, his body clinging onto yours. Falling silent as you climaxed together, the sound of you orgasming was music to his ears. He slowed his pace after you reached the peek, emptying himself inside of you. He looked at you then, his thumb coming up to rub against your throat. The touch made you come back to reality, you looked back at him, mouth open, expression spent, someone needed a nap, rest her head right up against his cock. Pulling out of you, he took to his knees again to admire some of his come drip down your thighs. He wiped it off your skin with his hand and wiped it on the fur coats behind you. "My dear doesn't like fur." He commented casually as you stared at him quizzically. After collecting more come leaking from you, he wiped it on another coat, and another. He was doing his part after all, ruining these horrible people's coats. The curiosity on your expression was replaced by concern, your eyebrows furrowing when he took to his feet. “Angel, your hair,” you muttered, regret on your expression, hand reaching out to tuck some of it behind his ear. He snatched onto your hand, staring at you for ten long seconds before sniggering and falling into a fit of laughter.

#terry silver #terry silver x reader #karate kid iii #cobra kai #thomas ian griffith #atmo #oi oi cunts #miss me?

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