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TIGmas Day #11 – Turtle Doves

Today’s very-late-sorry-about-that TIGmas story is for @hopes-handicrafts, a loyal reader who has requested I take my first foray into Cobra Husbands territory! I may have deviated a bit from your original prompt, but hopefully it scratches the itch that you were wanting it to! This is just part 1, and part 2 will be the fun one (see trigger warnings for some details).

Enjoy, everyone!

Summary: It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

TW: Oral sex (male and female giving and receiving); teasing; dirty talk; marking; toys; anal sex; vaginal sex; M/F, M/M, M/F/M

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Turtle Doves

Chapter 1: A little bird told me…

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Reader’s POV:

- Early December -

Things are looking festive in the Ennis House as you prepare for Christmas.

You had been quite persuasive when making your case to Terry about letting you decorate the mansion for the holiday, even accepting the executive credit card he had been trying to force you to accept for the better part of two years. Yes, a willingness to spend his money combined with the show you had put on for him and John had been more than enough to win him over, it would seem.

This will be your first Christmas celebrated together as a threesome – Terry had been away on business for the first year, John going radio silent the next – and you’re uncharacteristically nervous. Both men hadn’t exactly had stable, loving upbringings, and while your own had been modest, you had grown up surrounded by love, especially at Christmas. You’re determined to make this first holiday together something special, no matter what it took.

With the house now decorated like a Winter Wonderland, you had sat both of your men down to discuss what everyone wanted to do to celebrate. As per usual, John had no requests of his own but was willing to be a good sport about whatever you and Terry wanted. Terry had no requests for the holiday itself, just a list of galas and other events he wanted the two of you to accompany him to earlier in the month – nothing seemed to please him more than showing up to a swanky event with the two of you, his gaze just daring anyone to comment on the presence of his two committed lovers.

Your own desires are relatively simple: Christmas Eve and Christmas Day spent together, and the staff given those days off paid, letting the three of you celebrate in privacy. Terry had whined, trying to negotiate for at least the chef to stay, but you weren’t having any of it.

It had surprisingly been Johnny that had stepped in, whispering a proposed compromise in your ear: namely, wearing a frilly little apron and not much else if you were going to insist on acting like the hired help. Terry leapt on the suggestion, always thrilled with the opportunity to dress you up like a little doll, his possessiveness on full display.

Then came the discussion of gifts.

To your mild irritation, neither man is open to negotiations about anything in this regard. Terry adamantly refuses any sort of a spending limit, no matter how much you argue. You’d been surprised that John hadn’t been on your side in this matter, until it had come out that Terry and John would not be exchanging gifts for the holiday, as per a longstanding agreement from well before you came into the picture. Something about being romantic in that way with the other man crossed a line for John, and he steadfastly refused the holiday tradition. Terry had apparently thrown a fit about it at first, but once John had given into Terry spoiling him every other day of the year, the man had – albeit reluctantly – accepted it.

So now you are in the awkward position of having to think of gifts for both men – the one who has everything and the one who refuses to ask for anything, ever – as well as accept gifts from the pair of them. You aren’t sure which part of the situation has you the most anxious.

John excuses himself to head to the dojo for the day, while Terry announces that he’ll be working in the home office today, taking the time to kiss you breathless on his way out.

The moment you’re alone in the parlour, you let out a deep sigh. You know that you should be counting your blessings every minute of every day, getting to be loved by two gorgeous men and wanting for nothing, and you are, but…

Sometimes you’re unsure about where you stand with John.

While Terry could turn his emotions off in an instant when the situation called for it, he was otherwise emotional in the extreme… for better or for worse. Being with him was intense, nearly overwhelming at times, but the depth of his passion and love for both you and John was something that you had never doubted, even for an instant.

John and Terry’s relationship had been strangely fascinating to watch, even from the beginning when they hadn’t even started courting you yet. Their connection was unmistakable, and so deep – they seemed to be able to anticipate the thoughts and actions of the other without having to speak. The passion they exuded when they were together rolled off of them in waves – their need for the other always desperate and all-consuming. You suspect it has something to do with the war.

You know that Johnny loves you, you do. And yet, there’s always this lingering doubt in your mind, a gap between the two of you. It’s something that you’ve wrestled with internally for the entirety of your nearly three year relationship. In the beginning, you had cut yourself and John some slack – the relationship was still new, and sometimes feelings took awhile to develop.

But as the months went on, stretching into years, it’d become a growing source of concern. You suspect that you know what it is, but just thinking about it has you feeling guilty, feeling despicable.

You don’t think he’s over Betsy.

Not only was she his first love, but she had been taken from him so suddenly after months apart. There had been no closure, and there never would be. It only made sense that he would always carry a torch for her. Maybe he felt guilty, like he was betraying her by being with another woman – he never seemed to have the same hesitation in his touches to Terry, and you suspect the difference in gender accounts for it.

Your heart goes out to him, and you can’t blame him for feeling and acting the way he does, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you see that look in his eye or the sudden stiffness that comes over him when he touches you sometimes. What if it never went away?

“What’s wrong?”

You jump, not having heard Terry’s approach – though that was nothing new, the man had the uncanny ability to move with the stealth of a jungle cat. Whirling around, you find him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as though he’s trying to find the answer written on your skin.

“Nothing, Terry – just lots to do this month!” you say, giving him a forced smile as you hop to your feet. “It’s not going to be easy, shopping for the man who has everything. I should go get ready and head out,” you add as you hastily make your escape, moving past him and heading down the hall.

“Do not walk away from me.”

You freeze mid-step, your spine straightening from the authoritative tone in Terry’s voice. He very rarely used that tone towards you; he was already intimidating enough in a dozen other ways.

His footsteps are barely audible on the marble floor as he approaches you, coming around to stand in front of you, so close that your nose nearly brushes his chest. A large, firm hand reaches up to grip your chin, turning your face up to face his scrutinizing gaze. His bright blue eyes are always so intense that you swear he could see straight into your body, your mind, your soul.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N,” he demands, his voice startlingly gentle.

“Nothing is wrong, Terry,” you clarify, trying to look away from his stare but finding your body utterly unwilling to cooperate.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Terry warns, the corners of his mouth turning down into the slightest hint of a frown. “Now, if I have to ask you one more time –”

“Okay, okay!” you interrupt, not wanting Terry to get any more forceful. It had happened before, and likely would again, but you want to keep those instances few and far between. “But please, not here. Can we go somewhere private?”

He doesn’t respond, merely snatching your wrist in a firm grip and pulling you along behind him, leading you down the hall to one of the many powder rooms of the Ennis House.

The door isn’t even fully closed before he’s got you pressed against it.

“Talk.”

“First of all, everything’s fine, okay?” you say in an attempt to be reassuring, but Terry seems to take it as an evasive manoeuvre, his eyes narrowing.

“It’s just John.”

Every muscle of Terry’s body goes completely still – you wouldn’t be surprised if his heart had stopped beating. Trying to keep your hands from trembling, you reach up and cradle his face, forcing yourself to stare into his bright, unblinking eyes. Terry may have demanded this information, but you still need to be cautious in how you deliver it.

“I look at you, Terry, and I see how… how in it you are, with me and with John. I never doubt the way that you love me or him; I don’t think I could if I tried,” you tease, smiling up at him as you watch his gaze soften at your words.

“And I think John loves me too, Terry. I really do. But sometimes…” you trail off, trying to explain this delicately and in a way that doesn’t make you seem selfish and callous.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m competing with a ghost.”

Terry lets out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut, and you immediately rush to do damage control.

“I don’t blame him for it or anything, I swear! But Betsy was his first love, probably his true love, and sometimes he gets this look in his eye and I just know that he’s thinking of her, and I don’t know what to do. I want to be okay with this, Terry, but what if it goes on forever?” you ask, your face crumpling. You feel a weight off your chest as you finally confess all this to Terry, even as the stress of his response feels like it’s squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“You need to talk to Johnny about this.”

“No!” you shout, the word escaping you in a panic before you have time to think.

“No,” you repeat at a more reasonable volume. “It wouldn’t do any good, Terry. I don’t want to push him on this, or make him feel bad or anything like that. It’s just… it’s hard, sometimes, especially knowing he’s never gonna get closure when it comes to her. It just makes me worry about what it means for us; for all of us,” you confess, feeling your heart ache at the conflict going on behind Terry’s eyes.

Moving slowly, you wrap yourself around him and pull him close.

“Please don’t tell John about this, okay?” you plead, your foreheads touching. You kiss him deeply, nearly desperately in an attempt to coax him into taking your side with this. “I don’t want him to feel bad for something out of his control. It’s my problem and I’ll make my peace with it, and everything will be fine. I’ll make it fine,” you promise him firmly, needing him to believe you. You’d seen Terry willing to burn the world down around him because of a slight against either you or John, and the idea of him having to deal with a problem between his lovers was likely to drive him mad.

“Okay?” you ask him, searching his blue eyes for any hint of doubt, and he returns your stare unblinkingly. Rather than responding, he presses you more firmly against the door and kisses you possessively. Helpless to resist you return the gesture, standing up on your toes to better reach him until his large hands cup the curves of your ass to lift you off the ground effortlessly, your legs locking around him as he pins you back against the door with his hips.

You aren’t sure how long the two of you are locked away with him devouring you, but your senses start to return as you’re redressing after a quick, much-needed fuck, perched on the powder room countertop. Neither of you have spoken more than two words to one another during your tryst, and those were all limited to dirty talk, sweet nothings or desperate pleas. Still, Terry picks your previous conversation back up without missing a beat, tilting your chin up so he can gaze into your eyes.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he breathes, one side of his mouth curling up in a boyish grin. “Your secret is safe with me.”

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Terry’s POV:

“Johnny, I gotta talk to you about something,” Terry demands, barging into the dojo sometime later. John is just finishing up with a class, his expression impassive as he looks up at the sudden intrusion, but Terry recognizes the signs of worry in the older man. He doesn’t wait for John’s response, knowing that he won’t receive one until the two of them are alone, and carries on to the back office, making himself comfortable as he waits.

John enters the office several minutes later, radiating tension. “What do you need?”

Terry takes a moment to ponder the other man, slowly uncrossing his feet and removing them from the desk standing between them in the small room.

“It’s about Y/N.”

John levels him with a look that reveals so much suffering it nearly has him staggering back. “What is it? Is she alright? Is she hurt?!”

“No, no, Johnny!” Terry hops up and immediately moves to soothe, belatedly realizing that may not have been the best approach given John’s history and paranoia. “She’s fine, everything’s fine,” he coos, stroking the man’s bicep and giving it a comforting squeeze until the faraway look leaves John’s eyes.

“Maybe start with that next time,” John says gruffly, folding his arms across his broad chest. Terry nods, a tad sheepish under his old Captain’s gaze, kissing him by way of apology as though he could breathe any remnant of you still on his lips into Johnny. He pulls back quickly, knowing that any further stalling wouldn’t be approved of.

“She loves you,” he offers, wanting to make that point perfectly clear before continuing.

“She loves you too,” Kreese counters, confused by the turn in conversation. “And we love her.”

“She feels like she’s never going to measure up in your eyes.”

A tad blunt, sure, but John Kreese had always been a man for bluntness, if not absolute honesty.

“To you? That’s ridiculous – she’s not in competition with you.”

“Not me, Johnny. With Betsy.”

John tenses up, every muscle of his body clenched tightly with tension, and Terry is helpless but to watch the man he loves relive the anguish brought about by any conscious thoughts of his first love.

“What.” John growls the word gruffly, and not as a question.

“Johnny, it’s not –”

“She tell you this?” he asks, looking up into Terry’s eyes and somehow managing to make him feel small. Only Johnny had been able to make him feel like this over the past two decades; if he had his way, it would only ever be Johnny that could. John’s expression is guarded and frustrated, and Terry braces himself to handle this situation delicately, the way both of you deserve.

“I dragged it out of her, yeah,” he admits, tugging at his dark ponytail self-consciously.

“What else?”

“What do you mean?” Terry asks, even as he tries to filter through the information he’d gleaned from his earlier conversation with you, rapidly trying to decide what should be divulged, and how.

“I mean what else did you drag out of her? I know you wouldn’t have stopped until you had everything wrung out of her,” John demands impatiently, arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

“She doesn’t want you to feel bad. She didn’t want me to tell you,” he says delicately, hoping that this prevents John confronting you and revealing that Terry had broken his promise to you in the process. If the two of you weren’t so damn stubborn all the time…

“Then what exactly am I supposed to do with this?” John’s tone seems dismissive, but Terry can see right through it, knowing that the other man is feeling deeply insecure and unsure of what course of action to take. Terry’s heart goes out to him, trying to explain further.

“She feels like you’re not as committed to her as you are to me, because of… Well, I’ve never had to worry about competing with an ex-lover the way she is now. It’s different with you and me.”

Kreese’s brow furrows as he thinks this over, and Terry is grateful the man actually seems to be taking his words to heart.

“So what do I do?” he asks almost desperately, and Terry is taken aback by such a show of vulnerability in his otherwise infallible partner.

“You need to let her know that there’s no competition in your eyes. Really let her know that you’re serious about her, about us.”

“How?”

“Your Christmas present,” Terry replies as though it were obvious, watching the older man’s face fall at the suggestion.

“Ter, I don’t have that kind of…”

“It’s not about how much you spend,” Terry interrupts, clarifying the man’s objective for him. “Hell, you’ve seen how grumpy she gets when I spoil her. It’s about what it means.”

“Christ, Terry. You know I’m no good at this type of thing…” John runs a hand down his face in exasperation, all but pleading for Terry to just tell him what to do already, and while Terry wishes he could, he knows that this is the one time it isn’t an option.

“I can’t help you with this, Johnny – she’ll see right through it. It’s gotta come from you. You’ve got a couple weeks, you’ll think of something.”

“And if I don’t?” John asks with a doubtful snort. Ignoring the man’s lack of faith, Terry pulls out yet another platinum executive card from his wallet, moving to offer it to the man even as he shies away from it.

“Look, take this –” he forces the piece of plastic into the other man’s palm, holding it firmly in place. “Take it. Just for this, if you want. You may not even end up needing it, but if you do it’s there for you.”

It was about time John accepted that Terry was more than happy to bankroll his entire existence, especially where their woman was involved. He might not be able to offer suggestions to the man, but he could ensure that whatever he decided to buy for you wouldn’t be restricted by something as inconsequential as cost.

“I won’t use it, Ter,” John vows, and Terry keeps from rolling his eyes. “But if I do, I’ll get you back for it.”

“You already have,” Terry murmurs sincerely, his eyes shining with devotion as he gets on his knees before the man to thank him for his efforts.

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Christmas Eve, late night

Reader’s POV:

You are sick of waiting.

The past few weeks have been incredibly difficult for you; you’re grateful that DynaTox and the dojo had kept your men busy during the day and exhausted during the night. You had managed to keep them satiated while keeping your present for them secret, currently disguised as a wicked bruise from karate – one of the other sensei having sworn to back up your story. You’re sure that Terry at least has his suspicions, but neither man has pressed you for further information.

The three of you had enjoyed a relaxing Christmas Eve together at the Ennis House, enjoying the quiet of the otherwise empty mansion. You had spent the first half of the day in the kitchen, readying meals for today and tomorrow so that you don’t have to worry about cooking. Well, more specifically your cooking being ruined because Terry had taken John’s suggestion about having you wear an apron to heart. The frilly garment left little to the imagination, and Terry hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of you, taking every opportunity he could to feel you up while John watched from his barstool across the counter.

John had been more distant than usual lately, tense almost, and you had tried your best to ignore it, knowing that this mental and emotional distance was better than him physically disappearing for months on end as he had done in the past. While you knew that Terry always had him tracked by a PI during those periods, you’d never known where John had gone or what he’d been doing. You suspect it’s better that you don’t find out.

After you had finished up in the kitchen and been “permitted” to dress in actual clothing once more, the three of you had retreated to one of the living rooms. While decorated for the holiday season along with the rest of the rooms, this one was relatively open with its high ceilings and bay windows, as well as Terry’s favourite grand piano. He had treated the two of you to an impromptu concert, playing for you both while you and John rested comfortably on the couch. Following the renditions of classical pieces he had turned on the radio, weaving in his own melodies on the keys.

Much to your surprise, Johnny had stood up, offering you his hand almost shyly and asking you to dance. You had eagerly accepted, swaying in his arms to the music and noting not only how John’s hard blue eyes softened as he held you, but that Terry’s gaze was hardly on the keys. Instead, his bright blue orbs tracked the pair of you as you danced, a fiercely possessive expression on his face.

Not too long after that, Terry had pitched – demanded – that gifts be opened at midnight rather than waiting to the morning, something which has you both nervous and relieved. The evening had become something of a blur to you after Terry’s announcement as your anxiety built, and before you know it the three of you are sitting in front of the largest Christmas tree in the house. Terry and John lounge on the couch with drinks while you have sprawled out on the plush rug close to the fire. Your seating choice was mostly inspired by nostalgia – Christmas mornings spent sitting on the floor around the Christmas tree with your family – but also to prevent the two of them (alright, mostly Terry) from deciding to unwrap you too soon, spoiling the surprise.

“I’ll go first,” Terry decides for the group, sliding a stacked tower of beautifully wrapped gifts out from beneath the tree and over to you. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

“Ter-ry!” you whine his name at him. “This is too much!”

“I don’t believe we set a limit,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Now open them,” he instructs with a twinkle in his eye.

Nibbling your lip, you open presents one by one, revealing an array of extravagant sex toys and lingerie sets that have your cheeks reddening under the dark and watchful gazes of your lovers. Most of the items have been monogrammed, either with T.S., J.K. or both sets of initials, and your breathing gets more laboured as you go through all the gifts.

“Terry, tell me that these aren’t real diamonds,” you plead with him, holding up a real silver chain connecting bejeweled clamps for your nipples and clit. The very look of such a device has you shivering with desire, but you don’t need them to be anywhere near so expensive.

“Only the best for you, Y/N,” Terry purrs, confirming your suspicion about the stones decorating the toy. You blush at his sincere tone, knowing that he means what he says quite literally. You’ve come a long way in terms of accepting his habit of showering you in expensive gifts, but it still feels strange being so spoiled by anyone.

“Thank you, Terry,” you murmur coyly, crawling over to kneel between his legs and pulling him down for an appreciative kiss.

“You wanna thank me? Let us try that one out tonight,” he leers against your lips, making you giggle.

“Should I give you both your gift next?” you ask nervously, your hip burning like it knew it was a secret. You look between both of your men for confirmation, hoping that they’ll play along with your instructions to help the big reveal.

“One present for both of us, eh?” Terry says with a mock huff, grinning at you.

“Like you’ve ever had an issue sharing with John before,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll go next,” John says suddenly, interrupting your taunting match with Terry. He gets to his feet, holding out a hand to you on the carpet where you sit perched next to the Christmas tree. You accept the gesture, confused as to what present required you to stand up but letting him pull you to your feet all the same. He rests his forehead on your own for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes and planting a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. “Come with me.”

“What? Where are we going? What about Terry?” you babble, confused by how uncharacteristically secretive he’s being – that was more Terry’s forte.

“I’ll wait for you both here, I think,” the younger man says knowingly, drinking indulgently from his glass of scotch and staring into the roaring fire with the barest hint of a smile twisting the corners of his mouth. So he knew what was going on, then…

“I… okay,” you agree shyly, feeling butterflies in your belly as your nervous anticipation grows. John slides an arm across your shoulders, tucking you under his arm to whisk you away.

John leads you through the Ennis House to the solarium, largely out of use due to the loss of sunlight and gloomier weather of the season. Amongst the foliage, a large domed object draped in a sheet stands in the centre of the room, a big bow stuck to the top. John releases you from his grasp, and you find your feet moving of their own accord towards the gift, burning with curiosity. You hear John closing the French doors to the room behind you, his footsteps quiet as he joins you once more.

“What’s all this about, Johnny?” you ask timidly, turning to face him.

“Go on, Dollface,” he urges you to lift the curtain in a whisper. “But try to be gentle and quiet.”

Somehow even more puzzled and intimidated by this mystery than you were before, you reach for the fabric, slowly pulling it away to reveal a large wrought-iron birdcage. Perched inside, a pair of birds huddle close together, nestling into their feathers as they sleep. You look at them wonderingly for a long moment, a small smile playing at your lips, before turning to John. He’s got his thumbs hooked through his belt loops, his hands clenched into fists as he gauges your reaction, and you realize with no small amount of shock that the otherwise unflappable John Kreese is nervous.

“You got me birds?” you ask in delight. It’s a sweet gesture, though you aren’t sure of the reasoning behind his choice in the gift.

“Yeah, turtle doves,” he says gruffly, his jaw still clenched.

“No partridge in a pear tree?” you tease, trying to get him to relax. “They’re beautiful, John, thank you.”

“They’re a mated pair,” he informs you, his gaze moving from you to the birds. The opposite of Terry, he was never able to look someone in the eye when being open and vulnerable.

“They do that, so they’re symbols of romance and eternal love and all that,” he trails off, still unable to look at you, and now you understand.

“Johnny…” you breathe softly, and to your surprise he turns to look you in the eye. Reaching out with his large, rough hands, he gently takes your own, his dark eyes blazing and rivaling Terry’s in their intensity.

“I know I’m not one for words when it comes to this sort of thing, Y/N,” he mumbles, and you struggle to hear him over the sound of your racing heart. “I’m not like Terry.”

“You don’t have to be,” you breathe, hating to interrupt but needing to reassure him. “I love you for who you are, John.”

“I know you do, Doll, and I’m grateful for it everyday. And I… I don’t think you have any idea just how much I love you.”

It can’t be healthy, the way your pulse just went from a mile a minute to skipping a beat.

“John,,,” All you can say is his name, tears pricking your eyes. He takes your face in both hands, his callused thumbs brushing away the tears that escape, and shushes you.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever met,” he murmurs, still cradling your face, and your breath hitches. “I didn’t think that anything like you existed for me but you prove me wrong everyday, and I’m so grateful for that. You bring me so much light, and I know that it’s the same for Ter, and I–”

You never would’ve thought that you’d be in a situation where you want John Kreese to stop talking about his feelings, but you can’t help but cut him off, your heart unable to take anymore.

Leaping into his arms, you wrap yourself around him and kiss him with everything you’ve got, pouring the overwhelming emotions coursing through you into every touch. John recovers quickly, holding you up and against him as he kisses you back possessively, clearly more content to show rather than tell when it comes to the depths of his feelings for you.

You deepen the kiss, desperately pulling his face towards yours, but before you can get too carried away the two of you are interrupted by an indignant squawking. Breaking apart, the two of you turn to look over at the cage, where both birds are glaring at you with their beady eyes.

“We should let them sleep,” you say with a giggle, wriggling out of John’s arms so that you can cover the birdcage with the sheet once more. Taking his hand in both of your own, you tug him towards the French doors with a flirty smile on your face.

“Come on Stud,” you purr, giving him a wink. “It’s time for you and Ter’ to open your present.”

Okay but they really are cute together...

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Bonus points to anyone who can guess what her present to her boys is!

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karatekels · 11 days

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I'm here for the Terry one - demanding a chapter summary is spot on! 😂

The CK/KK Characters trying to get S/O into bed

John Kreese:

“Hey, doll, you look so damn sexy standing there doing those dishes. Such a pretty little thing.” He leans in the doorframe, watching your thick curves move.

“Oh, John, dear, I'm in the middle of something,” you laugh, brushing him off when he smacks your ass.

He held you tight from behind, grinding his body against yours as his strong arms entangle your waist, teasing at your panty line beneath the skirt which he hiked up, “Should have you wear only an apron when you cook for me.” he murmurred, undoing it in the back. Feeling those thick calloused hands slither their way up to your breasts as his lips connect to that sensitive spot behind your ear has you panting. The window was wide open.

“John, what are you doing?” His hand foudn it’s way into your panties, rubbing absent-mindedly.

“What does it feel like, sweetheart? I'm about to fuck you over this sink.” He whispered, “And I know you want me to.”

You blush, feeling his arousal digging into your skin. “John, we can't just... The window!”

He clapsed a hand over your face; your mouth, “Shh, none of that. Listen to your husband.” Kreese grabbed your hand and leads you to the bedroom as you giggle behind him.

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Terry Silver:

You're nestled in your favorite armchair, completely engrossed in the pages of a captivating novel.

"Hey, gorgeous. What's got your attention in that book?" Terry's smooth voice breaks through the quiet, pulling you from the depths of the story.

You look up to see Terry standing before you. "Oh, just some novel, Terry. It's really intriguing," you reply, trying to focus on the words in front of you.

But Terry has other ideas. "Well, I've got something even more intriguing for you right here," he says, palming his hardness through his slacks.

"Terry, I'm in the middle of a chapter," you protest weakly, though his proximity heats your core.

Ignoring your words, Terry grabs your knees firmly, his grip turning steely as he kneels. "Forget the damn chapter. I want you now," he says, his tone commanding.

"Terry, you're being hostile," you say, feeling both alarm and arousal at his intensity.

"hostile? Maybe. But I always get what I want. And right now, I want this pretty slit on my dick," Terry declared.

With a swift motion, Terry lifts your skirt, exposing your cunt. You gasp in surprise, but the rush of excitement is undeniable. “Naughty.”

"Terry, please..." you plead.

"Try and keep reading," he smirks, before burying his face between your legs, his tongue exploring you eagerly. “I want a chapter summary when I’m done.”

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Daniel:

“Hey, babe, what's wrong?”

Jumping slightly you replied, “Oh, Daniel, it's just... I'm feeling so stressed out.”

Those pretty eyes shone in concern, but there was something else there too. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I don't know, Daniel. It's just been a tough day.”

A soft smirk played on his lips, “Well, how about we try something that always helps you… let go?”

Skeptically, you raise a brow, “What do you mean?”

He drops to his knees, his eyes meeting yours with a determined gaze “Let me show you.” slowly lifts your skirt, his breath hot against your bare skin.

“Baby?” you gasp, feeling your panties be tugged to the side and replaced with his mouth.

“Relax, babe. Let me take care of you.”

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Johnny Lawrence:

Johnny Lawrence sauntered into the kitchen, his eyes locked on his wife who was busy preparing dinner. "Hey, babe, you look damn fine today," he drawled, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You glanced up, a smile playing on your lips. "Thanks, handsome. What's up?"

"Not much," Johnny replied casually, moving closer to your. "Just thinking about how hot you look right now."

you chuckled softly. "Smooth talker, as always."

"Nah," Johnny shook his head. "I'm serious. You're smoking hot."

your heart skipped a beat as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your close. Flustered, you whispered, "Johnny, what are you doing?"

He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing against yours. "I want to screw you so bad."

"Johnny, we're in the kitchen!"

"So? The kitchen's as good a place as any. Look at all these surfaces" With that, he closed the gap between them and started kissing your passionately. His hand slipped up your shirt boldly as he groaned.

"Let's make some heat in youre," he urged. you melted into his touch despite your reservations.

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Chozen:

Chozen Toguchi strolled into the room where his wife, was arranging flowers. "Hello, aein," he greeted your with a warm smile, admiring your grace. You, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks, inquired about his unusually affectionate demeanor.

"I cannot help when I am around most beautiful woman in the world," Chozen confessed with a twinkle in his eye. You giggled.

Sensing his passion, though, your heart quickened as you questioned the sudden shift in his behavior. Ignoring your playful protest, Chozen silenced you with a brusing kiss.

Despite your nerves fluttering like butterflies and mentioning an errand you needed to run, Chozen insisted that you stay by his side. Leaning in closer, he pressed tender kisses along your neck, eliciting gasps of surprise that soon melted into pleasure. Overwhelmed by the rush of sensations but unable to resist him, you whispered his name softly. With a chuckle against your skin and hands exploring down your back, Chozen asserted himself as you called out to him endearingly.

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Hawk:

Hawk couldn't help but interrupt his girlfriend's studying session. He stepped closer to you, his gaze intense and full of desire. "Hey, babe, need a study break?" he asked, hoping you would give in to him.

But you were determined to finish your work. "I'm really trying to focus right now," you replied, not even looking up from your books.

Hawk didn't give up easily. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled your close, grinding his erection into your thigh. "I get it, but I miss you," he whispered, leaning in closer to your ear.

you gasped at the feeling of his lips brushing against your skin. "Hawk, I need to finish this," you pleaded, though your resolve was weakening.

But Hawk wasn't going to let your go that easily. He grinned and continued trailing kisses along your throat, sending trembles down your backbone. "I promise, it'll be worth it," he murmured between kisses. "Please, baby?"

"Hawk, what are you doing?" you managed to ask.

He grinned smugly, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "Don't play dumb babe," he said before pressing himself against your again. "Bend over."

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Demtetri:

Demetri walked into the dojo,"Hey there lovely, working up a sweat?"

"Yeah, trying to get in a good workout before practice," she replied, her voice slightly breathless.

"Well, you're looking super good doing it," Demetri complimented her, unable to hide his admiration.

She laughed at his comment. "Thanks, Demetri."

As he moved closer, his gaze lingering on her, he proposed, "You know, I've got a way to make your workout even better."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Personal training," Demetri bid with a mischievous grin.

"Personal training?" she echoed.

He inched even closer. "Yeah, how do you feel about working those legs? I guarantee it'll be a workout you won't fail to remember."

Blushing at the proposition, she wavered momentarily. "Demetri, we're in Mr. LaRusso’s dojo..."

Ignoring the surroundings, he leaned in closer and spoke, "Who cares? Sam told me you doesn’t care as long as we go outside." Extending his hand towards her, he added, “I want you.”

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Miguel:

Miguel Diaz ducked into the kitchen, his eyes lighting up as he caught sight of his girlfriend. "Hey, mi amor, what's cooking?" he inquired with a charming grin.

You turned around from the counter, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh, just trying out a new recipe. It's a surprise!" you replied cheerfully.

"Well, I love surprises. Mind if I get a taste?" Miguel asked playfully, his grin growing wider.

"Actually, I could use a hand. Can you grab the eggs from the fridge?" you requested, looking at him expectantly.

"Maybe later, if you’re good," Miguel teased as he scooted in nearer to you. His voice declined to a whisper, "You know, there's something about baking that really gets me going."

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" You asked, not believing this in the slightest as you laughed.

"The heat, the sweetness... the view" Miguel mused as he stepped behind you. His hands slid around your waist possessively as he continued, "It's enough to drive a guy crazy."

"Miguel, we're supposed to be baking..."

Miguel grinned, "How about I push you over this counter and we see how sweet we can make this recipe?"

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Amanda:

Amanda LaRusso: Need a break from those taxes, babe? She was stark naked.

Girlfriend: I really should finish them, but...

Amanda LaRusso: moves closer, your voice soft But what? Distracted, honey?

Girlfriend: blu yous, Oh, god.

Amanda LaRusso: smirks Scoot over. I want you. runs your fingers lightly along your girlfriend's arm before hiking yourself onto the table/

Girlfriend: feeling a flutter of excitement Amanda, we really should...

Amanda LaRusso: leans in, her lips brushing against your girlfriend's ear Or we could indulge in a different kind of... deduction. gives a playful wink Eat me.

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Tory:

You're hunched over in the dojo, diligently practicing your katas, the fabric of your gi rustling with each precise movement. The intense focus is broken when Tory, your mischievous girlfriend, appears with a smirk on her lips.

"Hey, babe, working on those katas?" she asks, her eyes twinkling with playful admiration.

You nod, a hint of frustration in your voice. "Yeah, trying to perfect them. Sensei Silver is kinda on my ass."

Tory saunters closer, a playful glint in her eyes. "Mmm, I’d love to be him, then. You look so sexy when you move like that."

You smirk at her compliment, feeling a rush of warmth. "You would, huh?"

Tory grins wickedly. "Oh yeah. Makes me want to get my mouth on you." With a brash move, she steps up behind you, sliding a hand down the front of your gi and another in the back to grope at your ass.

You can't help but laugh at her audacity. "Tory, I'm trying to focus here."

But Tory doesn't back down, stepping even closer. "Can't focus when I'm distracting you? What would Sensei Silver say?" she jokes, her tone teasing. “Would he give you a panking like I’m gonna?”

You feel a rush of excitement at her touch, though you try to maintain your composure. "Tory, you're terrible, oh my gosh," you resist.

Tory smirks, rubbing you through your underwear, "Guilty as charged," she says, "Let's see if we can't make this practice session a little more... heated." She whispers in your ear, her hands moving up to caress your breasts. "How about I give you something to really focus on?"

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Kyler: (over text) — Does anyone actually like him or can I stop writing for him? I hate him but he says funny shit.

Kyler: babe I want to have sex.

gf: Babe, I’m in the middle of writing this paper.

Kyler: Whatever. You’re a bad girlfriend and you don’t even love me, I guess.

gf: Boy, bye.

Kyler: pouts

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Samantha LaRusso:

You're deep into your work, fingers flying across the keyboard as you try to meet a deadline. "Hey there, busy bee. What's got you so focused?"

You glance up from your laptop to see Samantha, a cheeky shine in her gaze. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of her, but you quickly push aside any distractions, determined to stay on task.

"Just trying to get this project done, Sam," you reply, turning your attention back to the screen.

But Sam doesn't seem deterred by your dismissal. Instead, she saunters into the room, her movements graceful. "Well, I have a project of my own in mind," she says, dragging a finger down your spine.

You feel a shiver at the commitment in her words. "Oh yeah? What's that?" you ask, smirking.

Samantha closes the distance between you as she straddles your lap, her eyes never leaving yours. "Us," she whispers, her finger tracing along your jawline. "I want to spend some quality time with you."

"Sam, I really need to finish this," you protest unconvincingly.

But she only grins, undeterred by your protests. "I know, but a little break won't hurt, right?" she murmurs, her lips brushing against your neck.

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” you sighed, closing your coputter.

But Samantha only smiles against your skin, her hands roaming freely now up your shirt "i know," she murmurs, her voice dripping with desire. "I always get what I want.”

#cobra kai #terry silver

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