#the karate kid smut

[johnnysbl0ndehair]

more jealous Johnny please <3

You have no idea what this means to me♥️🐍

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who can't stand others looking at what's his

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who always has to hold your hand when you're out so others get the hint

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who only trusts the other Cobras to be alone with you

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who once got in a fight with your lab partner just because he asked if he could go over to your house to study

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who lets you know that he doesn't want you around Daniel

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who's just really hurt and scared you'll leave him

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who was so happy when he found out you were coming to the tournament because you got to see him fight

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who makes it very clear that you two are dating..and since he told them all of the other boys seem too scared to talk to you

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who has Bobby or Jimmy sit next to you in any classes you don't have together

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who gets so pissed off knowing all the other boys look at you

Jealous! Johnny Lawrence who knows they won't try anything though because they're too scared♥️

[macchiodaily]

him all beat up>>>

[sensei-venus]

gosh darn it tumblr. 😭 my original ask had a request for daniel x female reader where they're at daniel's place doing homework & the reader gets distracted by how attractive he is (aka horny) and one thing leads to another and they end up fucking and that homework gets shoved off the bed so fast

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“Uhhhh I hate this! How are you so good at this stuff when I just straight up suck at it!”

“It’s because I actually pay attention and take notes, not sleep all class. Like someone in this room.”

Reader huffed as she rolled onto her side on Daniel's bed. She fanned out on his bed and groaned into the mattress in annoyance. Her brain hurt just from the thought of another math problem. Daniel was way better at this stuff then she was and she wished he would suck it up and let her copy off of him.

But no he had to “help her” by trying to tutor her. It did little to help her at this point.

Daniel just smirked and rolled his eyes at her before looking back at the worksheet. His eyes scanning over his own work, not even bothering to look at the mess of Reader’s. It looked like it could rip at any minute from how much she had erased over the thin paper. He almost grimced at it.

Reader turned back over and looked at him. Her hand resting under her head as she laid on her side and just studied him.

She had only known the boy for a year and only dated him a few months now.

Up close she could see why some of the girls at school thought he was so attractive. She felt a pang in her heart, feeling like she was lucky to have caught his eye. For him to dating her. But that was nothing in her mind.

Daniel was attractive by all things holy. He might be slightly smaller and more scrawny then most boys, he wasn't beefy or have washboard abs. But it was attractive none the least. His face was a big winner for most girls including herself.

Big brown eyes that always had a glint of mischief in them. Tan skin that was only darkening the longer he stayed in the california sun. The almost invisible dust of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Not to mention his cute nose that fit his other features perfectly.

Kissable plump lips that he was always darting his tongue out to wet.

Reader couldn’t help rubbing her thighs together to try and get some friction. Her pussy was already starting to get damp just from just thinking about him. Her eyes glazed over just a little as she watched him work on his own homework. The way his jaw locked a little when he was thinking or the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He was already starting to get annoyed with his own work and he watched as his jaw started to lock up.

She slowly moved a hand over his bed sheets, her fingers ran up is arm and finally over his cheeks. He didn’t seem to interested or he just didn’t notice.

That was until her fingers ran though his thick hair and her hand grabbed a big chuck, giving it a hard tug at the roots. He grunted and his eyes sprang up to look her way. He puffed out a cheek before huffing, she just gave him a innocent smile.

“Soooo you said your mom was going to be working late today? Taking a double shift?”

He raised a brow before slowly nodding. A smirk coming over his lips as he started to get what she was hinting at.

Not even five minutes later the two where naked on his bed.

Reader giggled as she pushed him down and straddled his waist. She grinned as she started to stroke his already hard dick. He hissed as she played with him, her fingers playing along his shaft and her finger tip running over his slit.

She let go of him only to run herself against him. She was already slick as she rubbed her folds over him. His dick pushing though her soft spongy folds. They both moaned out at the feeling, the tip of his dick digging into her clit with every movement.

“Babe shit, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”

“We don’t want that do we, not till your inside me that is.”

She laughed as she lifted herself up a little bit. Her had reached around to stroke him once more before helping to line him up with her pussy. His tip brushed her entrance before pushing fully into her wet heat. Slowly she let herself slid down his dick until he bottomed out. His bass pressed against her ass just right. They both moaned and groaned at the new feeling.

Reader panted as she let him settle inside her tight cunt. She felt so full with him inside of her, and he was so deep. Her head was in the clouds as she started to move on top of him.

Daniel grunted as she moved on top of him, her hands on his chest as she used him for leverage to move herself up and down on him. She was bouncing on his dick like not other and all he could do was try to help push and pull her down. He moaned out as he buried his face into her fat tits. Almost smothering himself in her soft tits as she moved around, her hips circling on top of him. He could feel how wet she was as she spilled all over him.

His eyes rolled back for a split second pushed himself deeper into her breasts. All he could hear was her heavy breathing and moans. The way her voice rumbled in her chest. He could hear the way her heart pounded. He groaned as she felt himself slowly start to let go. The coil in his belly was tight and about to snap, his dick felt like it was going to break off at this rate. The way she moved made his head spin.

His fingers dig into the rolls of his belly as he try’s to find some kind of purchase of leverage. Her bouncing only growing more violent by the minute. He could feel his balls throb. He was so close just a little more and he would be over the edge.

He felt her grind down and her pussy clench around him. Her tight channel fluttered and she squealed out before jerking around. It took him a moment to realize what even happened.

She just squirted on his dick.

That was all it took for him to go over the edge cum. His ball drew up as he unloaded a fat load of hot cum into her tight cunt. It quickly spilled out along his shaft with her fluid’s. Her own juices painted his thighs and pelvis. It was wet and sticky as they both lay together. Her weight was like a heavy blanket on top of him and he couldn’t help but snuggle more into her. His head resting against her pillow like tits. He sighed.

She panted over him before setting back into a normal rhythm. She hummed as her gummy walls flutter around him once again. His dick slowly softened but twitched inside her.

“Remind me to take these sheets down to the laundry later, at least before my mom gets home.”

“Ummm will do baby will do….”

[karatekels]

- Would you like CK OR KK3 Terry?

I would like Cobra Kai Terry, please! The Silver Daddy in all his glory! 😭

- if there's any particular scenario or bit of dialogue you have in mind that can help me paint a picture a bit more (anything you want or don't want to see!)

Nothing in particular. But I got the idea of Terry's beloved having a size kink from scenes in Cobra Kai. I noticed that Terry seemed to stretch to full height like a cobra ready to strike! I have a feeling he knew it would intimidate others (during the tournament, especially). I always found that really hot instead of frightening. I wondered how Terry would react to his beloved feeling this way and figured he'd be delighted by it. Haha.

Original Prompt: (by anonymous)

Can you write a story where [CK] Terry Silver's beloved has a size kink? I don't mean just his *ahem* package but also his overall height, broad shoulders, and strength. Silver is massive! And, I think he'd get a kick out of knowing his beloved isn't intimidated when he stretches to full height but instead is incredibly turned on.

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I’m happy to write this for you anon! I was inspired by the scene where Terry and Daniel fight in Stingray’s apartment, since that’s the scene I watch for…inspiration when writing these. Terry stepping on Daniel definitely awakened something in me lol. Enjoy!

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As I Am

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“You thought you could get him to turn on me?”

You’d swear that that was Terry’s voice, but he had gone out earlier that day, and said he would likely be gone for a couple of hours. You follow the sound down one of the many hallways in Terry’s house, trying to figure out what you’d heard.

“Actions have consequences, Mr. LaRusso.” There it was again: Terry’s voice. You see a door cracked open further down the hall, and open it. The lights automatically come on, and you see two walls completely covered by small monitors. This must be one of the security rooms for the house.

“Look, I’m not here for trouble, okay? I’m not in the war. I surrender, if that’s what you want to hear… the valley is yours.”

You know you shouldn’t pry, especially when it came to Terry and Daniel LaRusso – he’d told you to stay out of it, for your safety, and you’d agreed – but couldn’t stop your curiosity from getting the better of you. You hit the space bar on the keyboard to bring the system out of sleep mode, and enter the security code that Terry had trusted you with.

The cameras detecting motion light up, narrowing down your options, and you quickly find the one you’re looking for: Terry, impeccably dressed in all black, his silver hair tied back and looking every bit the sexy villain you adored, standing at a distance from Daniel LaRusso, looking small and…skittish.

“The valley?” Terry asks incredulously, shaking his head as though disappointed. “It never ceases to amaze me how small your mind is.” He gestures emphatically with his large, beautiful hands, hands that you always loved to look at, whether he was playing the piano for you or running them along your body, teasing you until…

You blink, turning your focus to the screen once more, and watching Terry slowly walking towards LaRusso.

“I don’t give a shit about your valley. I’ve got much bigger plans.”

“Well, leave me out of them,” Daniel says dismissively, moving to walk around Terry and leave.

Terry follows the movement, leaning his body to subtly block Daniel, seeming to fill the space suddenly, playing with his hands nonchalantly. His eyes are locked on Daniel the whole time, a smile playing at his lips. The way Terry moved was hypnotic; he radiated strength at all times, but the way he moved was so slow, so easy, so measured… he was in total control of himself at all times, and it seriously turned you on. You lick your lips subconsciously, finding yourself moving closer to the screen.

“It’s remarkable how easy it was to disrupt your marriage.”

Daniel drops the box he’s holding to the ground, his face starting to show anger. Terry always knew just how to push the other man’s buttons; he knew how to push everyone’s buttons, really, but LaRusso seemed to be a favourite of his ever since he resumed running Cobra Kai. You really didn’t care about the fight or the history or who would win the karate war, as long as it meant Terry would keep wearing that gi, coming home sweaty and delicious…

“You opened the door and let me just waltz right in.” he says, chuckling all the while. His cockiness, his laughter, everything about him was like he had been designed just to drive you wild.

“Imagine how easy it’s gonna be,” he continues, moving even closer to Daniel, dwarfing him with his size, “to wrap Cobra Kai gis… around both your kids.”

This is the last straw for LaRusso, and he shoves Terry back before swinging at him, managing to land a hit to his face. There is a brief moment of panic that floods through you as you worry your love has been hurt, but then Terry laughs, encouraging Daniel, and you remember who you’re engaged to. You can tell that he’s getting riled up; your man loved a fight and, remembering how desperate he had been to take you the moment he got home after fights in the past, you find yourself responding in kind. Terry didn’t like you to see him being violent; he’d only hurt people in front of you a handful of times during your relationship, and only because he was protecting you from a scumbag.

He’d said it was because he didn’t want you to get upset or scared, but looking at him now, wrapping his arms around LaRusso’s and holding him steady before headbutting him, sending the man flying with a broken nose, all you wanted was to throw yourself at him. He was so elegant, moving with such speed and strength for his age, his high kick sent your stomach flipping into knots. Terry stands over LaRusso, cold rage simmering within him as he accuses him of getting in his way for months, only to surrender when he was losing. Well, that’s not how Terry did things, you knew.

While LaRusso gets a couple more hits in on him, Terry sees the punch coming, striking out like a cobra with a leg and getting the man right in the shoulder, setting him up to grab his arm and send his elbow into his rotator cuff, dislocating his shoulder. Shouldn’t you be more upset by this? you wonder to yourself, watching LaRusso go down to the ground, Terry panting over him. He steps on LaRusso’s shoulder with a black boot, and you feel another flood of arousal wash over you, seeing how dominant your man was as he snaps the man’s shoulder back into place with his foot, threatening him and showing him mercy all the while before leaving the room, wherever it was.

You shut the lights off, fleeing the room for the nearest bathroom, not wanting to come apart and have one of the staff find you. Bracing yourself against the sink, you take a look at your reflection, noting your flushed cheeks and dark eyes shining with lust, chest heaving. Another few minutes of watching Terry like that and you think you may have come without him even touching you. You had to have him just like that, using all of his size and strength and taking you, not holding anything back.

But how could you get away with it when you weren’t supposed to have seen what you just witnessed?

--- Terry’s POV ---

You were nowhere to be found when Terry arrived home an hour or so later; upon questioning the staff a maid said that you were in the bedroom getting ready for dinner tonight. A bit strange, he thought, but not unheard of; sometimes you liked getting all dolled up just to stay with him in the house, and he was more than okay with it. He moved into one of the studies on the main floor, pouring himself a stiff drink and sitting in his favourite armchair, sipping it slowly while he pondered everything going on with LaRusso.

Awhile later, Terry hears the sound of your heels on the marble floor approaching him, and turns, finding you in the door way in a very low-cut black bodycon dress that hit the middle of your thighs, wearing stockings and black heels, your hair flowing past your shoulders and your face glowing with subtle makeup that accentuated your naturally beautiful features.

He feels his cock stir against his thigh.

“Y/N…darling, you look incredible. What’s the occasion?” he asks, half-joking, as this was over-the-top for one of your “fun night in” looks; not that he minded, he thinks to himself, eyes taking in your cleavage hungrily. Your own gaze roams his body before you look up at him with a coy smile.

“Oh, nothing!” you chirp, seeming almost giddy. “I’ve just been thinking about you all day. C’mon, dinner’s ready.” You turn and walk down the hallway to the kitchen, your hips swaying very intentionally. Minx, he thinks to himself, watching you walk away, but he knows he should be grateful that a stunning younger woman such as yourself wanted him as badly as he wanted you. Still, he thought, making his way to the dining room, you were clearly up to something. He’d give you until after dinner before dragging the answer out of you.

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Someone from the kitchen staff clears your plates away, leaving you with your glass of red and Terry with his whiskey. You hadn’t cracked yet, but you were showing all the signs, your eyes flitting to him nervously and then away. Were you having an affair? He thought it unlikely, but then, he’d been betrayed numerous times before.

“What’s troubling you, my dear?” he asks, trying for the non-confrontational approach first. Your eyes snap to his nervously, a light blush forming across your cheeks.

“Nothing is wrong, honey,” you say, your voice an octave higher than usual. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you look like a deer in the headlights, and you’ve been acting more and more nervous as the night has gone on. Please tell me, sweetheart, and I’ll fix the issue, I promise.”

You take a deep, calming breath, and Terry imperceptibly tenses his body, preparing for the worst.

“Please don’t get mad, okay? I thought I heard your voice and followed it and I went into the security room and… and I saw you fighting Daniel LaRusso,” you confess, worrying your lower lip between your teeth, brow furrowed in concern.

Terry stills, chewing the bite of food in his mouth thoroughly as he thinks this over. Compared to what he had been imagining you were going to tell him, this was nothing, and he is immediately relieved. Still, the only way for you to have seen what had happened in that apartment was if someone had abandoned their post in the security room, allowing you to slip inside. He would go see to it immediately that the culprit was identified and fired; if they were shirking their security duties, that put you at risk, and that was unacceptable.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, my love,” he apologizes, sincerity ringing in his tone. He didn’t want to alarm you; he was so careful to keep his violent tendencies away from you. You were so small and sweet, so delicate… he’d never forgive himself for frightening you. “I’m completely fine, and please believe me when I say I never want you to see me like that.”

Rather than looking relieved at his words, or even still scared and distrusting of him – he’d really wailed on LaRusso today – you seem a bit put out. Tilting his head, he surveys you, staring at you until you feel his gaze on you and look up to lock eyes with him. He silently implores you to tell him what’s going on with you, and he sees you struggle for a long moment as you consider what to say. After what feels like ages, you look up across the table at him with determination.

“Watching you kick LaRusso’s ass was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what he had expected, Terry thinks, but feels something primal within himself stretch to its full height, glowing with pride. Polishing off his drink, he surveys you over the rim of his glass, and sees your eyes fixed on his hand around his glass. Setting the glass down, he runs a finger around the rim, watching your eyes follow as they darkened with lust. Had watching him fight given you a fascination with his hands? Only one way to find out.

Moving slowly, precisely, Terry gets out of his seat, walking around the table and coming to the side of your chair. Reaching down, he grabs the back of your seat, one hand on either side of your hips, and spins the chair in a sharp movement so that you’re facing him. Your blush is working its way down your neck, the way it did when you got really turned on. Interesting… Keeping his arms on either side of you, keeping you trapped by his large body, he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“So you liked what you saw, did you?” he murmurs in a husky voice that has your blood rushing in your ears. He hears your sharp intake of breath, feeling you nod vigorously into the crook between his neck and shoulder. He smiles to himself before taking your earlobe in between his lips, nibbling it gently, and you shiver against him. “What did you like, baby girl? You know I’ll do anything to please you; you just have to ask…”

--- Reader’s POV ---

You swallow heavily before you can bring yourself to speak. “I…fuck, Terry, I liked it all. You were so intimidating and dominant and imposing and it was just so sexy to see you fully…you… I know that you’re always doing little things like walking slower or hunching down a bit to seem smaller, and that’s really sweet, but seeing you let that all go and just go for it was…well, I nearly came just from watching you fight through the monitor.”

Terry’s hands come around your upper arms suddenly, and he lifts you out of your chair and to your feet in a fluid movement that takes you by surprise. He trails one hand down your body to wrap around your waist, the other reaching up to cradle your face; he could hold your head in one hand so easily…

“And you thought you would just dress yourself up like a pretty little doll and get what you wanted, hmm?” he asks quietly, his hand moving to tangle in your hair, making you moan at the slight sting as he tugs on your locks. “You want me to throw my weight around, lovely? Throw you around? Your wish is my command.”

He lifts you into his arms again with ease, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly, his hands holding you by your upper thighs, fingers toying with the bare skin under your dress where your stockings ended. You whimper, and he silences you, kissing you fiercely, moving to the nearest wall and slamming you against it hard, pinning you to it with his body. You kiss him back with just as much passion, squeezing your thighs around him and feeling his large hands squeeze you in return. He holds you steady with one hand, releasing his cock from his trousers with the other before bunching your dress up past your hips, pushing your panties to the side, and lowering you onto his cock with ease.

You groan as he enters you so suddenly; wet as you were for him – you had been since you had seen him through the security monitors – Terry was still huge, and always stretched you until you thought he would break you in half. Keeping you supported with one hand underneath you, he fucks you hard against the wall, his other hand reaching between you to play with your clit and help your body relax and adjust to fit him. The rough stone wall is raking your bare back and your ass as you bounce up and down on his cock, undoubtedly leaving scrapes, and the sensation heightens your pleasure and before long, he’s got you moaning wantonly, loud enough for anyone on the property to hear.

“Oh fuck Terry, yes!” you cry out in ecstasy, letting him have his way with you as he pumps you up and down on his cock, feeling like he’s somehow everywhere at once, on you and in you and it’s better than you could have imagined. You don’t think you could ever get enough of this man.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” Terry growls, panting hotly against your neck and making your eyes roll back into your head. “You needed a reminder of who you belong to, huh? You needed my cock to fuck this tight little pussy, didn’t you?”

“God yes, Terry, I need your big cock – fuck, it’s so good! I’m so close!” you wail, trying to roll your hips as he fucked you to get some friction on your clit. He pulls out of you suddenly and you actually whine at the loss of him inside you. Looking up at him in desperation as he sets you on the ground, you take the moment to appreciate how incredibly hot it is, having this Adonis of a man all to yourself.

“You need to pace yourself, little one. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”

Without another word, he tosses you over his shoulder, making sure your pussy and dripping thighs are exposed, and you squirm against his broad shoulder at the thought of someone seeing you like this. Terry chuckles, and you know that he has guessed your thoughts, his hand moving even further up your thighs as he carries you towards the bedroom. You clench your legs together tightly in response, to trap his hand in retribution for all the teasing, and his fingers merely grip your flesh more firmly, making you whimper.

Kicking open the door to the bedroom, he tosses you onto the bed before kicking off his shoes and removing his jacket. He tugs his pants down the rest of the way, stepping out of them, and moves to unbutton his shirt, but you scramble off the bed towards him, reaching for him.

“Please let me?” you beg, and he gives you an amused sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting you take the reins. You unbutton his shirt slowly from the top down, kissing every inch of his chest as it is revealed to you. Pushing the shirt from his shoulders, you run your hands all over him, savouring the feel of strong muscles under soft skin. Drinking him in with his eyes, you take a (reluctant) step back, reaching behind you to unzip your dress and tug it down your body, letting it pool on the floor at your feet, leaving you in your sexiest pair of black lace underwear, a garter belt holding up your stockings, and your heels.

Even when he’s sitting on the bed, Terry towers over you, and you can’t keep from launching yourself at him, straddling his lap and kissing every bit of him you could reach. Digging your nails into his muscular back and tracing patterns across his pectorals with your tongue, Terry hisses in approval, his hands gripping your butt and pulling you against him even tighter, spreading your legs wider against his hips, opening you up to him.

Kneading your ass with his hands, he guides your hips up and down, grinding your center against his hard cock, and you throw your head back, reaching back to grip his knees for support. Wasn’t a lap dance intended to please the recipient? you wonder as your underwear creates the perfect friction against your clit, making you moan.

“Such an eager little thing for me, aren’t you Y/N?” Terry croons as you grind desperately on his lap. You nod furiously, unable to form words, your wailing taking on a higher pitch as his mouth closes around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around you as he sucks hard. You try to arch your back away from him, feeling overstimulated, but he holds you fast, one hand travelling up your spine and keeping your back where he wants it.

“Oh, there’s no getting away from me now, darling,” he purrs around your breast, the vibrations sending heat through your veins. “You’re going to take all of me with this tight little body of yours.”

He keeps you against his cock and you stay put, behaving, and his hands move down your body to your feet hanging off the edge of the bed, removing your heels one by one before returning his hands to your waist, lifting you up to stand between his legs. He pins you in place with his eyes, his hands teasing the tender flesh of your hips in small circles. You worry your knees may give out.

“If you want to keep these,” his fingers toy with your underwear, “you’d better get them off now, or I will rip them off of you. Keep everything else on,” he orders, and you reach down to undo the garter belt from your stockings with trembling fingers, tugging your underwear down before refastening everything.

“Good girl,” Terry praises, taking your hips in hand once more and spinning you so your back is to him. He lifts you up with ease, still sitting on the bed, and pulls you onto his lap backwards, keeping your legs spread to either side of his knees.

“Knees on the bed, baby,” he commands, and you hasten to do so, spreading yourself open. He lifts you up, bending you forward slightly, and guides you back onto his cock, leaning you back against his chest and thrusting up into you from behind. He keeps one hand wrapped around your waist to keep you still, his hips thrusting slow and deep, and his other hand slides up your body to wrap around your neck, squeezing gently. You’re feeling so deliciously full, and used, that all you can do is take it, take everything Terry is doing to you.

“Open your eyes baby girl, and watch yourself,” he demands, his voice hoarse in your ear, and you force your eyes open, noticing for the first time that Terry has positioned you both to be in clear view of the floor-length mirror in your bedroom. “Watch that tight cunt take my big cock like it was meant to.”

You feel like you’re on the verge of passing out from everything, his words taking you right to the edge, but fight to keep your eyes open, watching your slack-jawed reflection stretched around Terry’s massive body, his massive cock thrusting into you, locking eyes with your tear-filled ones, the look on his face nearly having you coming on his cock.

“You’re close, love, I can feel it,” he moans in your ear, his hand trailing from your neck down your body. “Let go for me, darling. I want to feel that pretty pussy milk my cock as you come for me.”

His hand reaches your clit, his talented fingers bringing you to the peak with ease as you shatter, your whole body seeming to clench around his cock like it was trying to keep him inside you. Terry maintains his torturously slow, deep thrusts, holding you down and fucking you through your orgasm as you scream until your voice is hoarse. Eventually your pussy relaxes around his cock once more, and you whimper at every pump of his hips, feeling completely spent.

But Terry isn’t through with you yet, lifting you off his cock reluctantly to flip you around, laying you down on the bed on your back before entering you again, helping you lock your legs around him as your body struggles to do it on its own. He leans down, bracing his body on either side of you to keep from crushing you, completely caging you in. He rests his forehead on yours, eyes staring into you with lust and devotion and pouring that passion into a kiss that has your toes curling.

“You know I love watching your pretty face as I fill you up, Y/N,” he moans against your lips, holding your hips in a bruising grip as he lifts you up to an angle that lets him fuck you even deeper.

“Fuck baby, you’re so much… so good,” you groan out in between gasps as his thrusts physically take your breath away. Your speech is slurred, you’re completely cock-drunk, and you feel a second orgasm growing within you.

“I should have known you would want to take all of me, just as I am, just like this,” Terry growls, punctuating every word with a pump of his hips. “You were made for me, my little succubus.”

He leans back, keeping your hips in position, arced up off the bed, looking down your body to your face, a mask of ecstasy. You made such delicious sounds when you were losing your mind to pleasure. Reaching down, he lays a large, warm hand over your abdomen, pressing on it gently, and he groans at the sensation, though the noise is drowned out as you positively shriek as this makes his cock stroke your G-spot with every movement.

“I can feel my cock stretching you out, baby,” he hisses, speeding up as he gets close. He grabs one of your wrists, pulling it away from the sheets you’ve clenched in your fist in desperation, and lays it on your stomach as well. Your eyes widen in shock, your jaw falling open as you feel his cock through your body. A shudder goes through your whole body, and Terry feels it too; you’re both so wrapped up in one another that you’re practically one.

“Shit baby, that’s so fucking hot – you feel huge inside me” you whimper, pressing down more firmly on your abdomen; his cock feels the increased pressure, and his eyes roll back. “I can’t take much more, Terry. Pump me full, please!”

Terry removes your legs from their death grip around his waist, lifting them up to his shoulders and leaning over you, pressing you almost in half as he quickens his pace. You reach down between you, playing with your clit frantically, and Terry growls in approval, staring down at you with hungry eyes.

“That’s right baby, get yourself off around my cock again. I want you to squeeze every last drop out of me!”

His words seem to set you off more than anything else, and you come hard again with a wail, Terry’s hand replacing your own and working at your clit to draw out your orgasm, his other hand somehow managing to grab both of yours and pinning them above your head, stopping you from moving his hand away from your pussy; your pleasure only ended when he was satisfied. Your tears roll down your cheeks as you whine incoherently, completely overstimulated, and it’s only when Terry sees you start to fade that he finally lets go, coming deep inside you with a roar.

His movements slow, and then stop completely, as you both fight to catch your breath, sweating and satisfied. He releases your wrists, his hands moving to either side of you as he lifts his weight off of you, his cock slipping out of you as he rolls onto his back beside you, pulling you into an embrace on top of him.

“Terry…” you gasp out his name, your body spasming uncontrollably. “Oh my God, Terry!” you wail, feeling little aftershocks of your orgasm wrack your body. He wraps his arms around you protectively, stroking your hair soothingly.

“It’s okay, love, I’ve got you. It’ll pass in a minute or two; your body is just in a bit of shock from how intense everything was,” he explains, and you nod, feeling safe in his arms as you ride out the feeling. Eventually, your body stops shuddering and you relax, leaning up to kiss him softly on the mouth, looking down at him with adoration.

“You were…that was incredible,” you breathe, unable to find the words to adequately explain the best sex you’d ever had. He laughs, the sound rumbling in his chest, stroking your cheek fondly as he looks up at you with an expression of pure love.

“Maybe next time I have to deal with Danny Boy, you come along, hmm?”

---

…I had a great deal of fun writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

[ivvees-blog]

PRACTICE

PAIRING(S): johnny lawrence x fem!reader

WARNING(S): smut

SUMMARY: johnny picks you up after practice to bring you home but things get a little distracting.

YOUR POV

„and point goes to y/ns team“ your coach spoke as you and your team cheered. the coach divided the team into two groups to practise against each other for the competition. you scored another point which made you the winners. „okay break time. go hydrate, go outside whatever just be back here at 7:00!“ your coach yelled. you grabbed your waterbottle to walk towards your friend but not before grabbing hers aswell. you handed her the bottle.

„thanks.“. she took a sip. „you coming outside for a minute?“ you asked her. she nodded and walked up to you. „i would kill for a slushie right now“ she said groaning laying her head on your shoulder. „same“ you said laying your head ontop of hers.

you glanced into the gym room at the clock above the door. it was 6:59 so you pulled your friend inside. you both put your waterbottle down on the ground close to the spot from before and moved towards your coach.

„now run twice around the field to get yourself warmed up again.“ the coach spoke as you put your hair up into a ponytail. you and your friend started off running. „can we get slushies after practice, please?“ your friend spoke still drooling at the thought of a slushie. she looked at you with a pleading look as if her life depended on that slushie. „okay yeah but i don’t know if johnnys picking me up“ you spoke. she rolled her eyes and groaned in annoyance at the thought of your douchebag of a boyfriend.

AFTER PRACTICE

you walked out of the gym with your friend. you kept on your gym clothes because you knew johnny liked the way you looked in them. you brushed your hair and put on a little bit of lipgloss. you were laughing about something with on hand on the strap from your gym bag before hearing a honk turning your head into the direction from where it came. you smiled at the sight of your smiling boyfriend sat in his red pontiac, wearing his red cobra kai jacket with one hand on the steering wheel. you turned to your friend with an apologetic look across your face. „its okay.“ she spoke sending you a soft smile.

you hugged her before saying bye to her and walking towards johnnys car. you threw your gym bag in the backseat and opened the car door to the passenger seat. „hey baby“ he spoke before leaving a quick peck to your soft lips and then to your jawline. „johnny“ you moaned while putting your hands on his chest. you felt his lips roam on your neck which made you let out a soft giggle. you started moving your hand over to his crotch palming him through his pants.

he groaned softly into your ear letting his lips linger on your neck. „you know.. my moms not home“ you said looking at him still palming his crotch. he looked at you smiling at the thought.

you arrived at your house knowing your mom wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning. you walked up the stairs johnny close behind you. as you reached your room you dropped your gym bag on the floor. you both started taking off your shoes followed by your shirts and pants. he laid you down on the bed making his way in between your legs not breaking the kiss. his hand roamed down your body stopping at the waistband of your panties. moving his hands over your clothed clit.

„stop teasing me“ you spoke in between slight moans. he smirked at you kissing down your neck planting sloppy kisses down to your panties. but before he planted a kiss on your clothed clit. he looked up at you and stopped looking up at your face sending you yet another one of his signature smirks. he then took of your panties throwing them somewhere in your room. you bit your lower lip watching him get on top of you. you connected your lips with his. you felt his finger wander from your thigh to your clit making you let out a sensitive moan. he slid in a finger making you gasp softly. his lips still moving on yours. you felt him curl is finger making your back arch. he then put a second finger in you making you grab your bedsheet out if satisfaction.

„just fuck me already“ you moaned out. he entered you making him groan. he slowly quickened his pace thrusting into you. you let out a moan gripping your hand on his bicep. you felt the knot in your stomach tight wanting to be unknot.

„i‘m gonna cum“you spoke feeling the knot loosen. „cum for me, princess“ johnny spoke out of breath. he came and pulled out of you laying next to you both of you out of breath.

„i should pick you up from practice more often“

[virgo-mess]

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[ilovehobi101]

My brother's bully

Warning: a little bit of smut. Everyone is aged up, Chinese is this and English is this

Cross-posted on Wattpad

You tossed and turned in your full bed, mind racing, thoughts of the boy you shouldn't. You sighed and laid on your back, a hand traveling down your body and into your pajama silk shorts, your fingers rubbing at your clit. Thoughts about being under him, his smug smirk as he would fuck you dumb, his heavily accented english whispering filthy things in your ear. You had a crush on him since you saw him in the park on day one.

it was still strong even after you tried and watched helplessly as he beat your brother, a part of you was impressed with his strength and awoke something..primal in you.

Maybe it was just your animal instincts, the need, want to be bred by a strong male able to keep you and your young safe, to provide you with great sex and care, and protection. You whimpered as you slipped two fingers in as your other hand knead your breast through your top.

You soon cried out as you cumed imagining Cheng cumming into your pussy, and your womb, making you his bred female. Shame filled you not much sooner, your head hung as you cleaned yourself.

Morning came faster than you would've liked. You're brother Dre and you walked to school together like always, normal you would talk but you couldn't stop thinking of last night, so you just listened as he talked. Arriving at said building you both went your ways, put up your stuff, and headed to class.

~timeskip by not wanting to make this so long~

It was finally lunchtime, and you thanked the gods upon cause you could feel your stomach eating itself from hunger. As you were walking past the janitor's storage room, you heard arguing, being nosy you creaked the door open just a bit to see and hear the people that were inside. You peeked in.

It was Cheng and Meiying.

They were talking so fast you almost couldn't understand them. "Why can't you just leave Dre alone!" Meiying yelled "Because I don't want to" Cheng replied coolly, looking at her like he was bored of the conversation "Tell me!" Meiying pushed him just a bit "Because you're mine!" he finally yelled back, Getting into her face. Silence floated into the air before Meiying spoke again, looking to the floor "What we had is over Cheng." Cheng scoffed and looked to the door, instantly catching your eyes, a dark look was in his onyx orbs. You backed up and rushed away before he could come after you.

[amazingmaeve]

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[velvrei]

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

summary: johnny and the gang set up a blind date type thing for the reader (johnny’s cousin) and her best friend, in attempt to get their sensei’s some women.

pairings: young!terry silver x reader, john kreese x oc (camilla)

warnings: smut, choking, degradation, dancing, pda, flirting, reader is on the pill, humiliation kink, dom!terry, sub!reader, oral (m receiving), begging, tiny sensei kink

word count: 5k+

author’s note: i finally wrote for someone other than robby !! hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did writing it. enjoy ;)

Your finger flicked the light switch to your bedroom on, the bright light burned your eyes and you shrieked. You had just taken the best shower of your life, and now you were on your way to a party Bobby was throwing due to his parents being out of town.

You were Johnny's older, hotter cousin, and you had met the cobra kai boys because of him. You had only met the friend group, though, you hadn't met the infamous John Kreese or the talented Terry Silver who the boys had talked so highly about.

Tonight was the night though, and knowing you were pretty close with Johnny, and he preferred you over his parents. He wanted you to meet them. He was proud of himself, but he was proud of how he was eligible to join the karate dojo in the first place.

Loud music blared throughout your fairly large home, as you took off your towel and danced in the mirror to your favorite song. You still didn't know what to wear, and you didn't want to under or over dress for the occasion, so you quickly through your comfy clothing on and grabbed your telephone.

You rang Bobby's number, and he answered almost instantly.

"Hey it's Bobby, what do you want?" His immediate annoyance caused you to laugh, and you told him that it was just you, and that you were curious about the dress code for the party.

"Don't wear a ballroom dress but still look super hot." He blatantly answered. "Well, gee, thanks, that helps me so much."

He chuckled, "Nothing too fancy. Just take a basic outfit that you would wear out and add some accessories, like some expensive necklace and earrings and it'll turn the outfit to fancy. Just no sweatpants or hoodies. You gotta get a good impression for Sensei tonight," He teased. He could feel your eye roll through the phone.

"Which Sensei again, didn't you say there was two? Also, is it okay if I bring Cam?" You questioned Bobby.

Camilla Quinn is your best friend sense the sixth grade. She is so beautiful, and you and her are an amazing duo together. You go to basically every remotely fun event together, and you figured, you could set her up with the other Sensei. You didn't know which one Bobby had in mind for you, but Cam is a very friendly person, she could easily adapt to either of them even if it's just for the night.

"Yes, please do." Bobby said, and that was all he could say. Bobby had always had a little crush on Cam, but he stood no chance. Bobby was seventeen and Cam was twenty-four, as were you. Bobby he figured if he couldn't have her, he would set her up with the next best man and who's better than his Karate Sensei?

You had told Cam the details and she was coming to your house at around 7:45pm so the two of you could arrive in style, together.

"Don't get any ideas. Okay, I'm going to get ready. Party starts at 8, right?" You looked at the time and it read 6:45pm, just enough time to get ready and get there. "Yes."

"You need help getting anything ready?" You always had to offer that, it was just something you always did, even though they never needed help setting up. "No, thanks for offering though."

After a few more minutes of small talk with Bobby, you both hung up and you began to figure out your outfit situation. You didn't want to overdress, but if you underdressed you wouldn't look as good as everybody else.

You were debating on a simple red dress that was cut a little above the knee, or a dark green satin dress that flowed down to your ankles. The satin dress seemed a little like overdoing it, and with the red one you could do what Bobby said by adding jewelry to make it look more presentable. Plus, you hated the feeling of skimpy heels anyway, so by wearing the red, your big, black combat boots matched perfectly.

Once the clock hit 7:00pm, you started on your hair. Even though there wasn't too much for you to do, you still felt the need to redo it to make yourself look presentable enough for a party.

———

Shortly after you finished getting ready, as if she just knew, Cam was at your door knocking very obnoxiously. You turned off your music, then ran over to the door. You swiftly swung it open.

"Oh my god, you look so hot." Was the first thing she said when her eyes fell upon you and your outfit. You skimmed your eyes over hers, she looked amazing as well.

She had black leather bottoms, with a red cropped-top that stopped a little above her belly button and had two ties that went around to her back. Her shirt wasn't too revealing, but it showed off just enough, and you could tell she was confident. You guessed she got the unspoken memo to wear red to Bobby's party.

"I look hot? Girl, look at you," You scoffed which turned into a slight laugh, and you closed the door behind her.

You guys chatted for a little bit, and told her about what Bobby was planning, after your phone call he called you again and asked whether Cam would want to be set up with his other Sensei, and you had just asked her and she was all for it.

You guys got into your car, and you were on your way.

———

Once the two of you pulled down the road, you turned your music down. Even if you didn't know Bobby's address, you could've told which house was his based on how many cars were sitting at and near his home.

You both hopped out of the car. You and Cam had a mix of style, but you just complimented each other in every way you could, and that's how you guys became friends.

The walk up to the door felt longer than expected, but once you finally got up there you knocked, and the door almost instantly opened. You were met with the kind face of Tommy. He was one of the boys who often had a tough act and to not show any weakness whatsoever, but when it came to you, he was the nicest person you'd ever met. You enjoyed that side of Bobby.

"Ladies! Come on in." He said. The two of you walked in, and he shut the door behind you. "You both look beautiful, as usual," He added, which made you both smile.

"Thank you, Tommy-" Before you or Cam could even properly thank him, the other three boys rushed over to greet you guys.

Bobby had a sly grin on his face when he saw Cam, but you glared at him and he stopped. "Okay, are you guys ready to meet our Sensei's?" You and Cam both nodded, even though you still had no who they were setting up with who.

"Wait, who are you setting me up with, again?" Cam asked. It's like she read your mind. "Cam, we're setting you up with Kreese. Y/N, we're setting you up with Silver. Make sense?"

You both nodded, and all four of the boys led you and Cam to the living room around the corner. You walked in, and you almost smiled at the sight in front of you.

You didn't want to get your hopes up though, you still didn't know which dude was which, but the one on the right had a tiny hoop earring in, which was what did it for you. You always had a odd attraction to guys who wore earrings, so you wanted him.

Luckily for you, Jimmy guided you over to him. "Y/N, this is Sensei Silver. Silver this is Y/N." He introduced, and you shook his hand, trying to keep yourself composed.

Cam looked very delighted with her set up as well, you could just tell that she was extremely attracted to the man she was talking to, which caused you to laugh, internally. She wasn't even hiding it.

"It's lovely to meet you, Y/N," His voice was husky and low, his tone was extremely calm and at ease, "I'm Terry."

He turned to the boys, "You don't have to call me by my last name you know, we're not at practice, call me Terry, boys, I insist." The boys nodded with a smile, and then left for you two to talk.

"So, you're a Sensei? I've heard many good things about you from Johnny." You started, and he just smiled and shook his head.

"I would hope so, I try my best with these boys, and I can only hope my best is enough." He answered, which made you smile. He really seemed like a good person.

"What do you do for a living?" He asked you, and you smiled. "I'm a (job of your choice), and have been for 3 years now, when I was in college I took (major related to the topic), which made it easier for me." He smiled and nodded. He seemed so interested in you, unlike any other guy you had been set up with.

He sat back in his chair, his arms went around the back of the couch and he pushed his hips forward, adjusting himself so he could become comfortable on the sofa. Instead of siting the way he was before, he stayed back and his legs were spread slightly.

He looked around the room and pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. "You looking for someone?" You asked him, he seemed very invested in his search. "Yeah, one of the boys. Ah, Tommy, I'll be right back, doll." He winked, then chased after Tommy.

Doll? That was new. You weren't complaining, though.

When he came back he was followed by the other four boys, and you were wondering what they were up to. The four boys went toward the front of the living room, and Jimmy had something in his hands.

You eyed them suspiciously, "Boys, what is going on?"

Loud music started blaring, almost scaring you, and you saw Terry walk over to you, and you could see him starting to dance himself. He held his hand out for you to take, a sneaky grin covered his face. "Wanna dance, love?"

You smiled, and nodded quickly. You took his hand and he helped you up without a struggle, and as the main beat of the song played you started to dance with him.

He held your hand in his, and his other hand was on your hip, your feet moved in patterns you didn't know they could. Who knew Terry Silver could dance? And with Y/N L/N?

He was so tall compared to you. He was 6'5, he made everybody around him look short and he can't walk through the doorway without crouching, but he handled his height so well. He wasn't cocky, well he was, but not about his height, and he didn't make a big deal of it like most men would.

Your movements synced, and he took his hand for your hip and he spun you gracefully. He was surprisingly a very skilled dancer. You spun out, and you and Cam made eye contact, she was dancing with Kreese, and you have her a wink before you were spun back in by Terry.

After you were spun in, your backside was pressing against his front, your hips moved in sync and he held your hands above your head. "This is fun." You smiled at him. He just looked down on you, you could see something in him that you hadn't seen before.

"Is it?" His voice was low and husk, you could tell he was turned on just by the fire in his eye.

"Yeah."

———

After the song ended, the two of you continued dancing to whatever song that came on. The boys clearly enjoyed it. It probably felt good knowing that they were the ones to set you up.

The two of you had just finished your last song, you were both danced out and all you wanted to do was sit down. Thank god, you didn't wear heels. In a way, the boots actually assisted you.

Before you could even sit on the couch, though, Johnny yelled for everybody around to shut up once again. "I know some of you just got done dancing," He looked directly at you and Terry, making you laugh a little, "But we've decided to play a little game, and depending on what you do, you can rest, or.. do other things."

Tommy cleared his throat, "Here's how to play the game, everybody puts their keys into one of these bowls," He held up a clear glass bowl in the air, "And each person draws a random set of keys. Whoever you draw, is the person you're with for the rest of the night." Jimmy concluded for him.

You could see the sneaky smirks on all their stupid faces. "We have two bowls by the way cause one is for the adults and the other is for the teens. We don't want anything too illegal going on in Bobby's home."

"Let's play!"

Bobby volunteered to go first, and he drew, and he got keys with a fluffy green dice, and a girl with freckles and beautiful red hair stood up, and Bobby was speechless. She must've went to school with him but he never noticed her, well, he definitely did now.

"Okay, shove on guys," Johnny rushed, and then he walked over to you as if he was excited. "Y/N, you should go next." You knew exactly where this was going, but you played along. For some odd reason. To amuse the boys, you had guessed. "Fine."

You squinted your eyes closed and grabbed a pair of keys, and well, when you opened your eyes it was a dead giveaway. There was a little black and yellow snake keychain.

Terry observed, then cleared his throat. "Those are mine, doll." You knew this was going to happen. But you weren't going to complain. It was fucking Terry Silver for crying out loud?

"Of course they are," You shot Terry a sneaky grin then glared over at the boys, "I knew this was going to happen," You mentioned, but then turned to Terry who was standing behind you.

"Although," You started, then grabbed his collar, yanking him down to your level, your lips were very close together, "I'm not complaining though." He raised his eyebrows at that.

"Okay, get a room you two, gosh," Bobby scoffed, looking away with a bright shade of blush on his face. Johnny laughed, then directed the two of you to one of the spare rooms in the back. Bobby didn't realize Johnny took what he said literally until Johnny came back with just himself. "Damnit, Johnny."

When you heard Johnny's footsteps get farther away from the door, you closed it by grabbing ahold of Terry's shirt again, and pushing him on the door with force. You pulled him down once again, except this time, you weren't waiting, you were eager to have his lips on yours, and you regreted nothing.

Your lips smashed into his, and your hand ran down his chest, and when it got to his v-line, you slowly wrapped it around his waist. "What a tease," He whispered, pressing his lips back onto yours.

He used his hand to tilt your chin up more. He scooped you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You were mentally prepared for him already, Terry was known to be a menace, you expected nothing less when it came to sex.

As the two of you made-out, his hands fell upon your ass, squeezing lighting which made you jump slightly, and when you jumped, you rubbed up against him, you both moaned into each other's mouths.

He walked you over to the bed, and set you down on the edge, spreading your legs and standing in-between them as he pulled away carefully slow. He just stared at you. You have him the sexiest eyes you could give, and he smiled and brushed some hair out of your face. "So beautiful."

His words made you shiver. His voice was just above a whisper, his lips were suddenly close to your ear. One of his large hands left your hip and trailed a soft pattern on your thigh, the feeling began to tickle. "P-please." You breathed heavily.

The sound of your beg made his pants tighten, he just eyed you with a sneaky grin. "Please, what, doll?" He knew exactly what you wanted, he was just being a little bitch.

"God- touch me, please, Terry," He wanted to ravish you right then and there, just because of how you panted his name. He hadn't even touched your body and you were already a mess.

He sat down next to you, bringing your lips to his. His hand moved up your thigh inching closer to the space you needed him most, and when he got to that spot he pushed your underwear aside, and dragged it along your wet folds.

You moaned, loudly, which was covered up by loud music from outside the room. "I've barely touched you and you're all worked up. And god, you're so wet. Did I do this to you?" His tone was low and husk, but it just made you wetter. You nodded eagerly.

He laughed.

He fucking laughed.

Was this just some type of joke to him?

He peered at your lips, then stood up so he towered over you, his hand sneaked up to your cheek. This thumb dragged along your bottom lip. "You need to use your words, my love." His thumb entered your mouth, which was hotter than it seemed, your lips closed around it, and you nodded slowly.

He pushed his finger in a little farther, and you found yourself completely sucking on his thumb. He gazed at you enticingly, the way he looked down on you nearly made your knees tremble.

"Yes, Sensei."

"Fuck," He sighed out loud, it had a little laugh behind it. He grabbed you by the neck, and pushed you back into your bed. "What are you doing to me?" He held you against the covers.

He let go for a second, "This is okay, right?" He asked, completely breaking his little tough-dominant act. You laughed and nodded your head. He smiled and continued.

His hand went from hovering over to squeezing even harder on your neck. His other hand inched up your thigh once again, but this time not as slowly as he did before. "Look at you, needing me. Needing my touch. Such a desperate slut. How does my pretty girl want me to pleasure her?"

You let out a soft moan, "Please, anything." You begged. "Choose. Now. Or you get nothing." He was so demanding. It was so sexy.

"Your hands, then your dick, please," Your words only made him smirk, his grip on your neck tightened. He stuck his middle finger in you without warning, as your hips ground up to his hand.

His finger curled, causing you to scream. He was demolishing you with just his slim fingers, if he was this impressive now, you wondered what he was capable of when it came to actual sex.

You bucked your hips up, but his hand came down to push on your hips, his arms flexed as he pinned your hips down. "Quit squirming, love. I mean, I know it's good," He trailed off cockily, you just rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

That laugh triggered him, so he pushed a second finger into you. His face moved so his lips were almost on yours, his beautiful eyes were filled with anger and lust, "Who's laughing now, huh?"

You whined desperately, you were becoming annoyed at him and his teasingly slow fingers, you were already ready to take him, but you knew he would want to wait a little for that. He just enjoyed the sounds you made while he teased you. He began to laugh.

"It's not that funny, Sensei." His eyes met yours as his fingers left your hole. A quiet moan escaped your lips as his hand tightened around your throat. "You think it's fun playing games with me, Y/N? Don't test me."

You knew he wasn't looking for an answer, but you were feeling extra bratty that day, specifically. "What if I wanted to test you? How would you stop me?" Your lips formed into a sly smirk, and he brought you eve level with him by your neck.

"I'd shut this pretty little mouth of yours," He trailed the tip of his fingers along your lips. You batted your eyelashes at him, "How?"

You gave him your most innocent smile as he gripped your jaw tightly and brought his frustrated face to yours. "By filling it up. But we don't want that, do we?" He breathed, his other hand trailing softly down your body causing goosebumps. You smiled.

"What if I did?"

He scoffed and shook his head. "I knew you'd enjoy this. I knew you being a brat wasn't just to piss me off, you enjoy being punished, huh? Humiliated?" You moaned helplessly at his words.

The hand that was on your jaw left, grabbing the back of your neck. "You like being degraded, don't you, love? I can tell by the way you react when I call you cruel names and say bitter words. It turns you on?" You nodded, and he just laughed.

"Pathetic. Get off the bed." He demanded, and you quickly stood up, his hands left your prepossessing body. "You're gonna say such words to me and think you can get away with it? No. You can't. Get on your knees."

His words made you shiver, but you were definitely more excited than you should've been. Normally people wouldn't be excited about a punishment, but something about being put in your place made you desire the other even more.

You sunk onto the carpeted floor as Terry began to unbuckle his belt. He took the material out of the rims and threw it across the decorated bedroom. He pulled his dress pants down and threw those across the room as well. He stood in front of you in just his white button up and his boxers, and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "C'mere." He demanded lowly, just by the tone of his voice you could tell he was both turned-on and sexually frustrated.

"Pull them down."

You did as he asked, pulling his boxers down slowly and his hard cock fell hit his stomach, he moaned at the sudden exposure. He then looked down to you. You were gazing at him deviously, as you grabbed him suddenly and all he could do was moan. You loved teasing. This was going to be fun.

He shuddered, "Stroke it." He spoke. You did as you were told, except, a lot faster than expected. All he could do was pant and moan, the sensation was too much to slow you down. "Mmm."

He mumbled gibberish, as you used one hand to jerk him off and you ran your nails of the other along his thigh. "That's it, baby, fuck." He moaned louder than expected. You lightly kissed his tip, as you stroked him. "Like that?"

"Fuck, yes, like that." He spoke sounding somewhat frustrated with how fast you possibly could make him come just by using your hand. He hated admitting it, but if you stroking him at the same fast speed, he would loose it in less than five minutes.

His hand wrapped around as much of your hair as he could and as soon as you opened your mouth to take him, he pushed your head so it went as far as you could go. You removed your hand so your mouth could have more access. He held you down as you took all of him, gagging and choking but he didn't care, if anything the gags made it hotter and more realistic.

He grabbed your hair and brought your head up, and then pushed it back down to the point where he was just face-fucking you. And with all honestly, you were loving it. He could tell.

"You love being used don't you?" He panted, "How pathetic, look at you, falling apart, all because I'm taking control of you." You began to choke again as he held you down once more, "Poor thing." The fake sympathy stung, specially at the back of your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your mascara would definitely leave noticeable stains, but you didn't care, and neither did he.

He threw his head back, and you could tell he was becoming close by how he was twitching inside of your mouth. "Fuck, look at you, sucking me off so well," He spoke. You bobbed your head up and down, and he began to pant and moan more than before.

He tried to pull himself out of your mouth, not wanting to hurt you anymore, but you could take it, and you wanted it more than ever. You grabbed his hips and took as much of him as you could, and he just looked down at you with hordes eyes and his mouth agape, "You want it, huh?" He said, and you just moaned in response, the vibrations caught him of guard and soon after his dick contracted and he spilled into your throat, repeating your name and the same gibberish-sounding profanities.

After he calmed down, he looked down at you. You had taken him so well and he wasn't expecting you to take his seed like that, and just thinking about it he became hard again.

He wiped your lip slowly, "Up. Now."

You obeyed, standing up quickly. "On the bed. On all fours." You felt your heart skip a beat knowing what was going to happen next, as you listened to his words and did what he commanded.

He stood behind, dragging you to the edge.

You felt his tip rub against your opening, the tiny sensation making your swollen pussy throb. "Look at you. Such a mess for me."  You whimpered at his demanding words. He thrusted into you without warning, raucously groaned.

His fingertips drowned into your hips, tiny droplets of sweat fell from his forehead as he started his pace so roughly, it made you shout. He yanked your head back by your hair, the pain and the pleasure as a mix was tearing you apart slowly and you weren't sure how much more you could handle.

Terry's arm reached around, his hand rubbed little circles on your clit, proudly smirking at the sound of your sweet moans. "Terry-"

"What do you want? Don't tell me you can't handle it?" He spoke, his words full with venom as he continued to fuck you into oblivion. "No- it's not that," You tempered.

You grabbed his hand that was on your clit, and brought it up to your neck, you formed his hands so it was wrapped around your neck. His hand tightened and you let go.

He smiled down at you, "Atta girl."

He thrusted into you again and again, then flipped you over, so he could watch you fall apart in his arms. "Look at me." His soft hand cupped your cheek, tilting your chin up to look directly at him. Your eyes scrunched closed, not purposely, the pleasure was taking over and you felt yourself begin to loose it.

"Look at me." He repeated, this time firmer. "Look at me while you come, otherwise you won't." His words made you squirm and grab the sheets, you opened your eyes and looked him directly in the eye, "Please, Please let me come." You begged hopelessly.

“Fuck, yes," Apparently the sounds of your begging made him feel like a horny teenager again, cause he threw his head back and let out a breathy laugh. "God, you're so tight, baby," He panted. His breaths became heavier than ever. "Only for you, Sensei," You spoke with a sly grin.

Your sweet talk made his knees weak, "Oh, god, say that again." His submissive side was sharing to show, one second he was extremely dominant and calling you names. The next, he was begging for you to call him the same ones.

"Sensei? You like when I call you that?" You questioned, smiling up at him with the sneakiest look in your eye ever. "God, yes."

He snuck his hand on your clit again, rubbing and stimulating you so you could have the best orgasm you've ever had, and he wanted it to be from him and only him. You looked like a goddess, while being fucked by him, he grabbed your breasts through your dress and massaged them slowly. Your back arched as his eager hands added to the stimulation.

"Oh, I'm gonna come. Please let me come." You whined. He pounded into you faster, his tip hit places you've never been hit before as he held your legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper spot.

You let out a loud moan as you came around him, you moaned his name multiple times. "Is that what you wanted, my love?" He choked out, trying to seem as possible even though he was struggling to speak at all. "God yes," You began to lower from your high, as his thrusts became erratic as he was near his release.

"You want it?" He hummed. Strands of hair fell onto his sweating face, as he eyed your vulnerable figure up and down. His hands pushed the hair off his face, his mouth hung agape as he breathed helplessly.

"Yes," You spoke quickly, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He moaned your name loudly as his hot cum shot into you, he whimpered and whined helplessly, as his breathing became steady once again and he wiped the sweat off of his forehead.

You smiled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down for a kiss. He just laughed and kissed you back passionately. After a couple minutes of regaining composure, Terry got up and went to the bathroom that was linked to the bedroom, and grabbed a damp washcloth and came over to clean up the mess you both made.

"Was I too rough?" He asked, sweetly but with a tiny laugh.

You smiled at him, you never realized how beautiful his eyes were. "No, it was perfect. But now I'm tired." You said, then snuggled onto the pillow next to you. He gently held you up and moved the pillow, taking it's place. He let you fall asleep in his arms, and he fell asleep as well not long after.

When he woke up though, the clock next to him struck nine o'clock in the morning and he was awoken by the four boys walking in to 'grab something' but in reality they just winked and whistled at Terry.

Except for Johnny, who was the one who had to acfually get something, the others just followed. Johnny was walking around cluelessly with a hand covering his eyes, not risking the chance of seeing his favorite cousin naked.

You heard Jimmy whisper, "Johnny, you're fine, she's asleep and covered." Johnny protested though, and he shook his head. "It's fine, just in case." He whispered, then ran into a table.

The boys all laughed, then dragged each other out of the room. Tommy looked back and whistled, Terry shooed him out with a look and the rest of the boys speed-walked out of the room, quieter than expected.

[johnnysbl0ndehair]

Explicit content

I'm thinking about Johnny and the rest of the cobra Kai gang sitting in Jimmy's basement around on a couch talking about how you are

"did you see her tits today man? Shittt" Dutch chimed in stopping your boyfriends train of thought as he rolled his eyes "what I wouldn't do" said Tommy as everyone laughed and snickered

But this wasn't a one time thing. Anytime Johnny invited you to hang out with everyone he saw the way Dutch was eye fucking you, or how Bobby kept complaining your shoes.

It made his blood boil, so whenever you were all together he made sure to be extra touchy feely. Holding your hand, calling you cute little names, practically sucking faces in front of everyone as a reminder of who you belonged to.

In Johnny's mind you were his territory, he can be so defensive and positive.

[80s4life]

No Time For ‘What If’s?’*

Word Count: 5,096

Status: Requested!

Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who's 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice... {There's more, but I'm not giving away all the goodies}

@: @harlequinautumn​

Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song "Daddy Issues" by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going...

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.

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{Gifs are not mine, credits go to @sensei-venus & @danlarussc​}

Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY...

Scribbling in the notebook, you try to hide the blush on your face with the final thought you write into it. ‘He touched my arm during practice to help me keep my balance. His hand was warm and comforting, yet strong and held the promise of security,’ you smile. It’s childish, you know that, but unlike most of the kids in Reseda, Kreese, or better known as Master Kreese in your diary, was a man. He held a great promise with his status and a stern maturity in his movements and emotions. 

What’s more, he can manage to keep it in his pants, to both your comfort and frustration.

You look up, feeling his eyes on you and your smile instantly drops into a numb pout. You’ve loved him for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t your fault however, as it was never planned. 

He was your Sensei in the beginning, knowledgeable and strong, stoic with knowledge. Somehow, you’d find as the more time you’d spent in his class and in the higher rankings, you grew tired of his teachings and more interested in him as a person. He kept his personal life private and away from public eyes - most certainly the cool teacher you could sneak into a bar or eat at a fast food restaurant with just to hang out. Soon your innocent interest had faded into something carnal, sinful. There was nothing you could do to stop the mind of a young adult, much less one that still held the feelings of her teenage years.

He made you feel like that little 15 year old girl every time he looked at you, unable to see his feelings through any aspect of his body. You could never tell if he was scrutinizing you or just plainly looking. 

“Break’s over guys. Back to the mats!” he commands, eyes sliding from yours to encase the room through a tactical sweep.

Clasping the tiny lock through its metal bearing, you lock your diary with a click and shove it into your drawstring back, hurriedly shuffling back onto the mats to endure your next beating.

After about an hour of endless training without any breaks, Kreese glanced at the watch embracing his veined, muscular wrist, checking the time. Without a word, the class is ordered to do another set of push-ups before he calls it a day. 

Huffing, you grab your tiny towel and lay it across your shoulders, using one of the ends to dab at your forehead. The boys pat you on your back as they start to gather their things, some heading to the showers to wash up quickly, others complaining about the homework they haven’t gotten to yet.

“God am I glad I don’t have to do that shit anymore,” you murmur, giggling as you could hear Tommy groan.

“Can I give you a call later, Y/N? Help me go over my essay for Mr. Whees?” Johnny asks, breathy and miserable.

“Sure Johnny Boy, but you’ll owe me an ice cream cone next time we head to the beach.”

“Sweet! Deal!” he punches your shoulder, speeding out of the dojo to get a headstart on finishing said writing that’s due tomorrow morning.

Giggling, you wave your goodbyes to some of the other guys as you grab your bag, walking slowly towards the showers, feeling the extent of your workout in your calves and knees. Stopping just short of the room, you peer into Kreese’s office, “Sensei?”

“Y/L/N,” he answers, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna head to the showers. It’s going to be a while, so if you need me to lock up, I can.”

“No, you’re fine, Y/L/N. I’ll be working on some paperwork for a while also.”

“Okay, thanks,” you blush, a small smile spreading on your lips as you slink off of the doorframe and continue your way to the showers. 

In your drunken haze of lust, you had seemed to miss Kreese’s eyes slip to your bag, shiny pink diary having poked through the jagged holes in the old drawstring bag. He couldn’t help his curiosity, having taken notice to your attachment to the small object, always writing, always peering over its covers to see if anyone was watching. It was peculiar, and though he had been caught a few times, your reaction and apparent nervousness is what made him want to know exactly what was in that book.

Hearing as the soft hums of pleasure radiates with the heat of the streaming water, Kreese keeps a close eye on where your book lied, checking to see if any of the boys were left in the dojo. Walking towards the chairs at the front of the dojo - where you had last left your drawstring bag - Kreese closes the blinds of the dojo; the appearance of it being closed a small comfort and reassurance of another day spent and gone. No one else will try to come back in, no one will bother him.

He turns to leave and go back to his office, but his feet won’t carry him. Peering down at the loose drawstring bag, pink book still peeking out of its covers, he debates whether or not he should satiate his curiosity or infiltrate your personal space. Choosing the latter, he pulls the book slowly as to not mess with the bag’s positioning too much.

Walking back to his office, he leaves the door open a crack, the sound of the shower humming prompting him to see what’s been eating at him. What has been making you look so enthralled and sad at the same time. What’s been making you so mysterious. 

Kreese almost doesn’t even want to open the book. He knows everything about his students, but you? You’re a mystery. A chase. He almost doesn’t want the high of the cat and mouse game to end. However, he just rolls his shoulders, prying the key to the lock from the bindings you had not-so-subtly tried to hide.

‘Silly Girl. So mature yet so naive,’ he thinks, unlocking the small metal that kept him from his answers.

Leaning back in his chair, he props his feet on his desk, opening the book at last. Shuffling through some pages, he comes to find this pink book as your diary. Delving deeper, he flips through some random pages, the headers and dates catching his eyes and honing in.

January 21st: The Reckoning

This date isn’t far different from any other day, just a date. However, the header is what piques his interest.

‘Another day at the dojo. Another array of cuts and bruises. Johnny and the boys are just finishing their first year as freshmen in highschool and I’m stuck here. 22, young, single, graduated, andddd no life plan ahead of me. I realized that my interest in Sensei Kreese is starting to feel different. I no longer want to know about him, I want to know everything. What type of coffee he likes, if he even likes coffee, what he does in his freetime, what does he like most in a partner? Ugh.’

January 22nd: The Realization

‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! Rereading what I was feeling yesterday and watching it bloom tenfold has finally made me come to my senses. 8 years of practicing with this man and I finally catch whiff of what my so-called “interest” was and I finally come to my senses now? “Stupid Girl” as Kreese would say. Stupid Girl is right!’

A bemused smile perches on Kreese’s lips. It’s like high school all over again, and he’s the center focus. He flips a few pages more.

February 3: Valentines Sluts

‘February has just came around and so has my birthday. However, I keep seeming to find myself going into a Valentines craze. Almost as bad as high school. I stared at Master Kreese for a while during break today (thank God we got one). He was wearing his signature black gi with yellow accents, his arms string with veins of hard labor drawn into them. His hair was a bit scruffier and his eyes were a tired blue. God, how I could get lost in them. My eyes trailed down a bit though. Sorry...not sorry. I used an excuse that I rolled my ankle and needed to rest for a bit, but I only ended up watching him. How he helped the boys stretch and train. He worked so hard that his skin turn a light shade of red, sweat droplets sliding down his forehead to his cheekbones, jaw, down his neck, on his collar bones, and sadly, disappeared down his shirt. Oh what I would give to be that droplet of sweat. Almost as exciting as it would be if I could get him that riled up. Happy almost Valentines Day *winky face with heart eyes drawn on the side of page*’

Kreese lets out a low whistle, chuckling a bit. Suddenly, things were getting steamy. He’s a bit surprised by your diary; such a pristine, put together, grown woman, and here you are, displaying your thoughts like a horny teenager. 

Skipping through more dates, Kreese finds more and more sinful readings, something small turning much greater. However, there were undertones of regret, sadness, and...lack of self worth. Not only have the thoughts gotten increasingly dirtier, but they also grew more insecure and sad. And, as the dates grew closer to present day, it seemed that all confidence and harmless thinking were starting to take a toll. You were no longer happy with yourself, however, you kept writing all your fantasies as if they would make you feel any better.

Finally, Kreese nears the end of your diary. 

Today: Confusion

‘Again, I found myself staring at him. Again, I snuck away to write about him not even 10 feet away. And, again, I find myself no closer and so much farther away from the man I thought I was getting to know. I’m 25 now and still have the mental and physical strength of the lowly 14 year old that met him in high school. I’m starting to fear I will never get to tell him how I feel. Never get to live and explore. Never be enough for him. I almost got caught writing about him today and I couldn’t care less. If anything,  maybe it would be a gateway to romance? Those hot scenarios I’ve built up, gotten off to, and scribbled down in these old pagers. But, those are all just more scenarios and fantasies never lived. Maybe it’s time to move on.’

You go on to think of your past, future, and present, and how any of it was either worth or waste of time. He wants to keep reading - wants to delve deep into your wondrous mind.

He didn’t hear the shower stop, too caught up in the insecurity you call yourself.

“Sensei?” your light voice calls out, hair damp and pinned in a clip. Rugged jeans with rips, converse, and a white cropped tee with black sleeves adorning your delicate features. Your brows are furrowed, a mixture of confusion, loss, and fear flashing in your E/C orbs; rounded by the initial surprise and emotions that cross you in such an unexpected predicament. “W-What are you doing?”

For a moment, Kreese just sits, book still open with the presence of his thumb on the page he’s left off on. He’s silent, studying you as he recounts all that he’s read from your book and more. “Reading your diary,” he states plainly, obviously. Truthfully.

You crumble on the spot, wanting to dig a hole and die in it. “Where’d you find it? Wait - How’d you unlock it?” you all but screech, going straight for your bag. 

Kreese slings out of his chair and around his desk instantly, catching your wrist in the middle of the dojo. 

“What are you doing, Sensei? Can’t you see I’m already embarrassed enough? You’re just making it worse-”

“Is all of this true?” he asks, holding the book up, now closed. His thub no longer holding his place. ‘Shit,’ he thinks, shaking his head.

“It’s a diary, isn’t it?” you try to lighten the mood, scratching the back of your neck and nodding to the front cover plainly stating, ‘DIARY’.

“Yes, but everything inside?”

“Every page, every day, for the past 8 years.” You figure it’s time to come clean, no matter the consequences. This has gone on for long enough, and by the looks of it, he’s not too mad at you. Or happy, or sad. In fact, now that you look at it, he looks as if he feels nothing.

You take a step back, your hand limply being allowed out of its hold, and briskly walk for your bag. Just as you go to walk for the door this time, the same warm, calloused hand wraps itself around your much tinier wrist, yanking you back the other direction. “Sensei, please,” you beg, “Just let me go home! I’ll never bother you again, and you can forget all about this ordeal. It’s really not that big of a deal!”

Pulling you through to his office, he turns and locks the door with a key. To ensure your inability to get out, he takes the key and places it in his front jean pocket and sits down on his side of the desk. Motioning for you to follow his lead, you just stand there.

Almost annoyed, he states, “Well, I’m not going to tell you again,” pointing to the chair opposite him.

Eyes rounded, you stare blankly from his face to the chair and back again. ‘Is he serious?’

Sitting down, you watch in horror as Kreese opens the book back up again, finding a specific page in your novelty of recountments. “Ah, here it is,” he chuckles.

Reading the page out loud, he starts with the header:

“June 11th: Midnight Blues

‘I took some time alone today. It seems everyday is getting harder and harder. Not only am I trying to finish my senior year, but I’m trying to find my way - my path. Sitting on the hood of my car, somewhere tucked behind the Hollywood sign (my hiding spot), I looked up and watched the stars and tried to get my plans in order. 

Mom wants me to go to college in Charleston, SC with her, but Dad wants me to stay somewhere close and doesn’t care if I go to college or not. Mom’s got family down South, Dad has just me. Both are choices I don’t want to make; I don’t want to hurt either or’s feelings.

Then there’s Kreese. God how I love him. If I were to choose to leave or which parent, it would be a choice solely on where he will be or how he feels. But, then again, what does he feel? I mean, he would never look at a little girl like me. It’s disgusting, though I’m legal, and a big inconvenience. A little girl following a man who has seen all parts of the world with her tail wagging and eyes bugging out of her head at the sight of him. He’s grown, experienced, and independent. He would look for someone way older than me for sure. It’s only right, given they would share similar aspects to him. 

No one ever looks at me. And neither will he.’”

“Ring a bell?” he asks, finishing off the page.

“It was the end of senior year and there was a whole ton of shit going on. I don’t remember much, i-it was 4 years ago. All I remember was being diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression sometime afterwards. Though, if I can add to that, I’d had it for years, but neither mom nor dad wanted to get me examined since I was 14. It was a shitshow that summer.”

“Do you really think such heinous things of yourself?” he asks, brows furrowing as he stands, looping around the desk slowly as he assesses you.

“Yes. There’s always been that little voice in the back of my head...” you trail off, fingers interlocking and fiddling to try and ease said stress, eyes locking with his in a trance. 

“Where do you get that shit from?” he almost snarls, making you bow your head in shame. “Ah. Ah. I want to see those pretty eyes.”

“Why’s you read that page to me?”

“I wanted you to feel exactly as you felt then and try to sum up your thoughts and emotions. You see, I study you, and now, I’ve read you. Those feelings were never resolved...Why do you hate yourself so much, Babygirl?”

“I-I.” you stutter, trying to form some sort of answer. “I’ve never sought the validation I’ve needed.”

“And, why not?” he asks, arms splayed behind him and hands propping him up as he leans on his desk before you. Staring down at you.

“Because the only person I’ve ever needed validation from was you.” This time, you stand to meet his level, “I’ve never cared for what my parents thought because they only cared to one-up each other with me as their weapon. I never sought the validation of teachers because they only said what would get them more money in the end - once again, using me. I never sought validation from the girls or the guys at school because I’ve always been the odd one out. The only person I’ve ever sought validation from was you. You because you treated me as equal with the rest of the boys. You saw something in me that made me feel like I shined like a brand new corvette. So, you tell me: why have you always done that, knowing damn well I could’ve gone without it?” You got so close to him that you hadn’t realized the inches between you two, breath heavy with the long-held exasperation. 

“That,” he points at you, “That fire. You’ve always had it. You shined through everyone else and paved your own way without making any noise, or causing any destruction. You’re a strong, beautiful force that somehow has managed to fall over and over again, yet always got back up and never sought anyone’s help.”

Tears well up in your eyes as you’ve finally heard what you’ve always waited for. He’s watched you all along, guided you. He’s ensured your safety since he had met you - 14 years old, scared, weak, and hopeless. You thought you’d never get out of that shithole you were stuck in, but you had Kreese.

Sniffling you couldn’t help your actions, hand grasping his black T-shirt and pulling him in. Your other hand goes for his cheek, cupping it and pulling him down to your height. Slowly, you allow yourself the reprieve of almost a decade with this man, lips just hardly touching each other. You’re waiting - waiting for him to turn his back and pull away, but it doesn’t come. 

His huge hands grasp your waist to pull you in close, one hand leaving your hip to brace the back of your head, connecting his lips to yours. He pulls you as close as he can, your body getting up to straddle him on his desk, his arms crushing you chest to chest.

Your tears mix in to your kiss, the salty droplets of water mixing with the dancing of your tongues and you feel him squeeze. You grab at his shoulder, neck, chest, and soon grasp the hairs at the nape of his neck tenderly; starved for the attention and connection you’ve wished for ever since your teenage years.

He happily obliges, his own hand tangling in your hair at the base of your head and yanking it back - not hard, but strong enough to make you gasp at the excitement, sudden movement, and slight pain it had caused. His lips are on your neck now, suckling and licking at the coloumn of it, growling like a crazed animal about to eat its next meal.

You moan out, the action causing you to gasp again, eyes wide and mortified.

You can feel his cheshire grin on your neck, suckling a huge hickey into your collar bone with pride. Pulling back, he takes a good look at you, breathless, chest bouncing at the force of it, straddling his hips with your slimmer, toned ones - both from young age and practicing in the dojo. 

His hands move from you head and back down to lay on your hips, “Tell me how you want me to take you. Or should I look at one of your excerpts? Hm?” he teases, hazely green eyes turning to dark, mossy embers.

“I’m sure you’ve read enough,” you tease back, breathing out with defeat and humor.

“I can think of something,” he assures.

Standing up, his hands supporting your weight by your thighs, he loops around the desk, placing you to sit on it. Slowly, he traces your thighs, then your hips, waist, outline of your breasts, collar bone to your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your eyes are glued to him, his arm slipping from your hand back up to the sleeves of your T-shirt, tugging at them, signaling for you to lift your arms.

He pulls your shirt off slowly, tantalizingly, taunting you as it is lifted over your head and thrown to the floor. He sucks in a breath, the sight of you leaving him silent. No words were spoken, but his lips were on your once more, forcefully taking you in like it’s his last time. ‘Impossible.’

Unbuttoning your jeans, he helps you off the desk to shimmy out of them, pulling you close to him once they’re thrown somewhere, too. He kisses in between your thighs, one for each, going to trace up your stomach. You stop him. 

Looking at him with uncertainty, you’re hit with embarrassment and uncertainty.

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

“It’s not you... I-It’s me.”

Deeply, he searches your eyes, already knowing the answer but searching for the confirmation. Sighing, he places a knuckle under your chin, lifting it so your eyes meet his. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you’re gorgeous, Baby Girl.”

You still look at him hesitantly, which causes him to sigh again.

“Let me show you what I see,” he smirks, a softness in his eyes that tells you there’s nothing to be scared of. Just as he had throughout your highschool years: the drama, bullying, home life, and all.

You nod, hands grasping both sides of his face and pulling him in, kissing him sweetly. He whimpers a little bit, hoping you wouldn’t catch it, but you did. It ignites a fire deep within your gut.

He teases you, a finger sliding your underwear over to the side, fingers playing with your clit. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as you support your weight behind you, on your hands. His hands lays on your sternum, pushing you down further until your resting on your elbows.

Refusing to be pulled down, you sit back up, allowing him to play with you while you attempt to lift his shirt above his head, shakily. He watches you with amused eyes, liking the struggle your body portrays under the heat of his pleasure. He allows you to fumble around a bit more before he helps you out, lifting the bottom of his shirt and taking it off over his head. Hands going back to what they were doing prior.

Your eyes are glued to him, drinking him in as the fire burns brighter and hotter within your core. Greedily, you go for his belt, able to take it off with want and newfound strength as you grow more impatient.

You can hear him chuckle under his breath, pressing you back down by the sternum again, helping finish your goal. He removes the belt with one hand, pulling you off the desk and forcing you to face it. Taking the belt, he ties it around your wrists, tucking it into a drawer like a leash, too thick and sturdy to be able to pull it back out. 

Whining, you look at him over your shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

“You’ve been a bad girl. Good girls don't get tied if they do as they’re told. You keep moving without permission, so I had to limit you. Now. If you use your words, you’ll get what you want.”

You moan in frustration, head spinning back to lay against the desk, arching your back and attempting to wiggle your ass against his crotch. But, to your disapproval, he takes a step back, watching you squirm.

You groan again, giving in, “Please, just fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Pulling your panties down to your ankles, Kreese teases and taunts you with a finger, sliding it through your folds and occasionally at your entrance, but as quickly as the finger is there, it’s off and somewhere else less needy. 

“Goddammit! Fuck me, please!!” you grit out, growing antzy and frustrated with your head laid against the hardwood. If you weren’t tied down to the fucking desk, you’d take matters into your own hands by now.

He yanks your hair by the back of your head, pulling you up, the back of your head against his shoulder. His mouth nips your earlobe, whispering, “I’d watch your tone if you want me to give you what you want.”

“Yes, Master,” you grit out, smiling as you feel his whole body grow still.

Letting go of your hair instantly, his pushes your head down into the desk, taking his member in one hand as the other makes sure you are fully prepared. Without warning, he plunges in about halfway, giving you time to adjust, although surprised by the intrusion. 

You groan loudly, your voice echoing off the desk with force. You can feel him shake with pleasure within you, a loud, breathy moan releasing from his lips. Nodding your head weakly, he starts to set a pace within you, making sure he’s arched enough to tease your G-spot. 

You moan again, hands clutching the vice he’s got you trapped in. “Say it again,” he yells, starting to thrust deeper, the pleasure building.

He’s starting to go off the edge quickly, but you can’t let him. Not yet. “Untie me first,” you order plainly, refusing to give him what he wants just yet. “It’s my turn.”

He shuckles with a little annoyance, but otherwise pulls out, slightly shoving you out of the way so he can quickly untie the belt. Because of the force he’d given you at a simple command, you decide to give him just as much of a hard time. 

Once untied, you turn to face him, a sultry smile on your face, a devilish look in your eye. Using the same force he had applied, you shove him into his desk chair, forcing him to sit when the chair hits the back of his knees. Slowly, you go to straddle his hips, your raises above him, teasing him. 

“Masters aren’t supposed to be so mean if they are promised to get what they want, are they?”

“N-No,” he stutters, the change in demeanor so delicious to soak in. You have him wrapped around your little finger.

“’No’, what?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Good enough,” you giggle, grinding down into him, bottoming out inside of you.

He whimpers out again, the sound music to your ears. Slowly you set a pace, his hands coming down to grasp your hips and help you grind in perfect tandem. Together, you bounce, while he charges up to meet you, slowly grinding you forward and backwards a bit, too. The motion makes you gasp, the perfect mixture of friction and being full of him. You moan out, your hands laying on top of his tightly as you feel the edge creeping slowly.

“Call me again,” he groans out, head leaning back onto the headrest of the chair. 

“Look me in the eyes.”

Doing as you asked, he looks at you fully, a bit of heat rising to the surface and making him a tint of red from the chest up. A sheen of sweat covers the both of you, making you both shine in the dim lighting of the room. “Master.”

His head throws back into the shair again, his thrusts intensifying in speed and force. You whine out, grabbing his biceps now, nails digging. “Master, make me finish. Please.”

His hands dig into your hips, forcing your body down as he charges faster, the chair squeaking. Your moans get louder and louder, more frequent with the force applies. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you warn, too close to wait for permission.

Just as you feel the tight knot snap, you’re filled with his warm seed, one hand moving from your hip to yank your hair again, his lips capturing the colum of your neck as he bites down, a deep growl releasing as he fills your with his potential kids.

You ride your high until there’s nothing left, jumping at the overstimulation or any contact at all. Finally releasing his hold, his hands lay on your thighs as yours rest on his shoulders, catching your breath. 

You giggle, opening your eyes after a moment to look at him. You kiss his lips sweetly, a grin on his face as well as he admires you. “I love you, Kreese. Always have.”

He chuckles as he tucks your head in the crook of his neck, hands rubbing your back, fingers playing with the clasp of your bra. “I love you, too, Y/L/N.”

“Y/N.”

“John.”

“John,” you mimic.

“Y/N,” he copies, chuckling as he plays with your hair.

“’February 14th: Valentines Day’,” Kreese recounts the page he had engraved in his head. That was one of your dirtiest of fantasies.

You gasp, swatting his shoulder as your cheeks burn with the reminder, “You Devil!”

May 28th: When Two Hearts Intertwined.

[sensei-venus]

i am more than happy to give you karate kid requests! i just thought you would rather write for the cobra kai characters, so i never sent anything in. with that, would you be down to write something young!daniel x female reader where the two of them sneak out of class to make out in the janitor's closet? a bit smutty but not too heavy, mostly just focused on the kissing? it's a concept i find so hot but there aren't any fics out there for it. 😫 let me know if you get this ask because i know tumblr likes to eat them sometimes. take care!

(Unedited) (Support the Writer🌺) (Young!Daniel being…Young!Daniel??,Kissing, Slight Make out, Slight Grouping, Kissing in a closet at school)

Reader narrowed as she looked across the crowded classroom. Eyes falling onto her boyfriend who sat only a row ahead of her. His head was down as he finished working on his class assignment. Daniel always had a thing for trying to finish every single piece of class work before the bell rang. Because he was to lazy to take it home and do it for homework.

She rolled her eyes out of love for the boy and briefly looked away. In that split second her eyes meet the teachers. The older women sat at the front of the class at her over populated desk. Folders and papers where scattered over the dark stained wood. A large stack of book sat on the very corner.

“Reader would you mind running these up to the front office for me? Someone requested them and seeing as we aren’t using them, they need to be returned.”

Reader nodded quickly and studs up from her seat. She walked down the aisle and row of desks and passed some of her peers, no one seemed to take notice. She picked up the stack of books and tried her best to balance them in her grasp. The large stack wobbled a bit in her hold making her jerk a little. For a moment she thought they would tip out of her hands and fall to the floor. Luckily they didn’t as a pair of strong hands held hers steady. She sighed out on relief as she regained her balance of the heavy books.

A few books where removed and she was finally able to see who the person was who helped her. It was Daniel, he grinned her way as he took some of the books.

“Daniel if you could help her to the office with those? They are quiet heavy.”

“Of course miss! Be right back.”

Daniel gave a cheeky smile to the women before leading the way out of the class room. Reader was slow to follow behind him. The books weighing her down a little. They walked side by side as they made their way to the office.

Daniel smirked at her saying “So did you really need help or did you just want to to rush in and save the day.” He wiggled his brows at her. Rolling her eyes she scoffed “Oh yeah because I needed mister save the day to come to my rescue for some text books falling.” She tried to play off the earlier events. He chuckled at her clearly embarrassed expression.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that I love you I would have kicked you in the kneecaps.”

“Baby it’s to late in the day for that kind of violence.”

“Oh lover boy it’s definitely not.”

The trip to the office was quick to say the very least. The front office lady was to busy trying to organize returned piles of text books to even notice them. The two teens just stuffed to each other before setting the books down on the counter and leaving.

The wall back to class was more interesting then the walk up.

Daniel slowly inched closer to her until their shoulders touched. One of his hands snacking around her waist. He was lucky no one was in the hall way because he definitely would have gotten the two of them put into after school detention. He pulled her close, chucking a little and sucked hid front teeth. His lips where right by her ear when he said “How about we make a little detour for a minute. So we can have a little fun~”

Reader wanted to laugh as he tried to pull wool over her eyes. She knew what he wanted pretty clearly.

“We are not doing that in school today-“

“Not that, though I would be down for it. I mean a little kiss, or should I say a little kissing. Plural~”

They looked around for a split second to make sure the hall was still clear before taking off toward the closest janitor closet. Luck for them it was unlocked. Daniel quickly pulled her in and shut the door behind them, he flicked on a old dim light over head. It only brightened the room a bit and put a show of her face as he looked at her. The room was cramped, barely holding them.

Reader grew a little excited as they both tried to stay quiet. Hoping no one would hear them in the closet and get them caught. She had to cover her mouth to stop the small giggle that bubbled out as Daniel looked back at the door for a split second before back to her. He smirks as his hands find her waist again, running up her hips and sides. He bends down a little and moves closer to her. His eyes lidded as he looks down at her.

Their lips meet gently, soft and sweet. Daniel’s lips are soft and warm against hers. Pillowy and sweet and make her melt inside from just their very touch. She wished that she could lie and say he was a bad kisser, but he wasn’t.

Daniel LaRusso was a great kisser. He knew every trick in the book to make her knees week. He used his tricks to silence her every time their lips meet. Playing her like he knew every single button to make she swoon. She feel for it every single time.

Her breath hitched as he felt up her sides and ghosted over her breasts. He smirked into the kiss and swollowed every tiny noice she made. Moans bubbled up from her chest and passsed her lips.

Her eyes fluttering when his tongue slid along her bottom lip asking for entry. She allowed him to part her lips. Their tongues shyly meeting and playing together. Reader gripped onto the boys shoulders as things got more intense. Her nails digging into his shirt as they slam into each other. It’s only a matter of time before they half way part only to go back in. Lips meeting once again.

They are so caught up in each other they they barely register the sound of loud voices out inside the hallway. They jerk back from each other for a moment. Panting out they hold on to each other, a think layer of spit connecting them before it silently snaps. Ending their connection. They both stare at the door intently. Eyes never leaving the light stained wood door.

“Johnny that’s sick man! How did you score that?”

“Shit up man, don’t ask don’t tell. Now come on so we can go smoke this weed. That asshat principle almost caught us the last time we tried to light one up in the bathroom. I want to get one in before pe.”

The sound of Dutch and Johnny slowly faded down the hallway. Only the sound of their shoes lingered in the air.

Daniel coughed lightly, still flustered from the idea of possibly getting caught. Reader zipped her lips tight as she looked up to him. Eyes big and round. Blinking a few times to put on a little charm.

“Man you really try and act all innocent like I didn’t just have my tongue in your mouth.”

“Humm but I think you like that about me don’t you??”

She giggled as the boy sweeper down and smashed his lips to hers.

Starting a sloppy make out session all over again.

[bramblesbriars]

Middle of the Night: Chapter 1

Terry Silver is a prominent business owner, who happens to be a powerful vampire leader in the LA area. From waste disposal to escort services, Terry has a market for just about everything. But when a strapping new intern arrives from the local community college, he begins to rethink his priorities.

Trigger warning: This story is filled with drugs, smut and less than pleasant situations. If these bother you in any way, please, DO NOT READ. Definitely 18+. You've been warned.

First days were always the hardest, that’s what Mr. Miyagi had told him anyway as he scuffled from the table and headed out the door that morning. As helpful as the advice was meant to be, it only made Daniel nervous on the drive over to the place, nearly getting lost at one light. He had made the drive before, twice even, and a little anxiety was going to throw off his whole day? He shook his head, doing his best to shake it off as he pulled into the parking lot of the massive building, glancing at the sign out front.

DynaTox Industries was a well-known staple in the area, as was it’s owner, Mr. Silver. He seemed to be a pretty decent guy, always participating in charities and community programs. That was the only reason Daniel got accepted to the internship program in the first place, no million dollar company would have dreamed of taking in a pathetic community college intern unless they were showing a little pity. The entire admissions process had been intense and a little extreme though, yet not once had Daniel met the mysterious executive.

With this in mind, he wondered if he would get a chance to see the man on his first day in with the other interns. Not that it mattered much, he expected to be working with a supervisor or something in the sales departments, that was his focus anyway. It was just always nice to know who you were working for.

The building was plated in glass, reflecting Daniel’s awkward form back at him as he made the trek up to the revolving doors, heading inside. Exotic plants decorated the entry way, the teen pausing to touch a petal of one of the flowers to see if it was real. The purple flake broke into his hand causing him to panic and tuck it into the pot before he darted over to a nearby desk where a lady sat. He gave his best smile, weight shifting from foot to foot when her gaze found him.

“Welcome to DynaTox Industries. How may I help you?” The woman flashed a kind smile, hands folded over her workstation as she addressed Daniel.

“Hi, I’m Daniel LaRusso, I'm an intern” He started, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “I was wondering where I’m supposed to be. It’s my first day.”

“Oh, right, one of the interns.” The assistant checked the index card holder on her desk. “La…LaRusso…Ah, here you are.” After a moment of reading the card, she wrote down some information on a slip of paper and passed it to the teen. “You’re going to floor three, conference room B. There should be someone there to help you.”

“Thank you so much.” Daniel nodded, rushing towards an elevator just before the doors were about to close. He clutched the piece of paper in his fist, glancing over it as the elevator ascended to his floor just to give himself something to do. Once the car paused on the third floor, he hesitated before stepping out into the hall where a some other people lingered.

A few other interns congregated in the hallway, Daniel spotting them by their dazed looks and questionable attire. Despite his best effort to smile and appear approachable, none of the others paid him any mind, nor did they speak to each other. He figured it was every man for himself around there, but still, he had to at least try to be civil. He was going to be stuck with most of these people for a few months, the last thing he wanted to do was to piss everyone off on his first day there.

Per the assistant’s directions, Daniel scoped out the right conference room, surprised to find an elderly lady waiting for him. She was helpful though, giving Daniel his name tag and a folder of paperwork. Most of it needed to be signed and returned, but the brunt of it was information on the company and its owner. The pamphlets would come in handy for his paper later on, and he did have an interest in how the company worked. He didn’t like to be superficial of others, but he wondered if the other interns actually cared about why they were there or if they only saw a multi million-dollar company and flocked to it. DynaTox hadn’t been his first choice for an internship, but they were the ones who had accepted him, and he was grateful for it.

“You’ll be shadowing our sales team.” The old woman explained. “There will be another intern joining you later this week, so you won’t be the only greenhorn around for long.” Her leathery face crinkled into a smile. “You seem like a good kid, you’ll fit right in.”

“Thanks, Miss Margaret.” Daniel smiled, but his nerves pinched the ends of it, a hand bunched at the hem of his shirt. “Where do I get started? I mean, what will I be doing?”

“For now, just shadowing, watching.” Margaret shooed him towards the door, making sure he had the file in his arm. “Mr. Silver would have a heart attack if interns touched anything.”

Mr. Silver. The name sounded so refined and regal, Daniel had to at least acknowledge that. No wonder the guy was rich and owned a nice chunk of the valley, he probably came from a prominent family with a name like that. That’s where his mind wandered off to when Margaret spoke, not where he was supposed to be or what he was meant to be doing. He blinked then when he heard his name, inhaling a sharp breath.

“Just shadow the sales team, got it. Thank you, Miss Margaret.” Daniel again grinned for the old woman, who by then had turned to walk away, going towards the elevator. He sighed, trying to recall where exactly the sales team was.

It took some trial and error, a little embarrassing, but he found the assistant head of the sales team. A balding man, who was not nearly as talkative or friendly as he was hoping he was going to be, who made sure Daniel did nothing but stand back and watch. Later he was introduced to the actual head of the team, the lady far nicer but still pretty strict. It was during this interaction that he learned what he was mostly going to be doing over the next few months.

Coffee duty.

Oh, he was seething, the mild scent of sandalwood seeping into his clothes. What was he supposed to learn by just standing and watching? That wasn’t how he learned karate, and that wasn’t how he expected to learn how to run a business. If that was the case then he guessed he shouldn’t have even gone to college. He almost hadn’t taken the risk, but Mr. Miyagi had convinced him to push himself further. Whether he would make it or not was still up in there air.

For the time being, he found himself running back from the nearest coffee shop with orders for nearly every member of the sales team. He was lucky to have a drink carrier, but hot beverages and cardboard don’t always mix. He didn’t spill any, but he stopped just short of losing the entire carrier, setting it down on a table in a waiting area. Daniel adjusted the cups and again tried to pick it up, one of the drinks tilting a bit. He was quick to set it back down, muttering a curse under his breath.

“Do you need help with that?” A voice came from next to the teen, soft and amused.

Daniel’s eyes met an icy blue stare, freezing him in place for a second. The man beside him looked so out of place, pale skin, raven hair, and eyes that just screamed intense. His clothes fit the part though, the guy decked out in a fancy business suit. He looked a little too nice to be working there though. Who was this guy?

“Oh, no, I’ve got it.” Daniel was quick to try and grab the carrier again, but the same thing happened. “Yeah, I might need some help actually. Thanks.”

“No problem.” The man picked up three of the coffees, while Daniel grabbed the other two. “It’s not easy being the intern.” The teen shot a look over at the guy who smirked. “It’s not hard to tell. You’re all over the place.”

“That easy, huh?” Daniel chewed his lip, kicking himself for looking like such an idiot. He led the way to the elevator, punching three with his elbow once they both were inside. There was something about this guy’s scent that made Daniel sway, he couldn’t put a finger on it. It wasn’t like any alpha scent he had smelt before, it was stronger.

“It gets easier, so I hear.” While he spoke, the man cut a glance over at Daniel, tracing his profile. Daniel tried to avoid the man’s wandering stare while they stood there together, but it was hard to ignore. Was it his clothes? He had worn the best clothes he had, but he didn’t have too much to pick from, hoping he could buy new stuff with his first pay check.

“I just wish people would let me do something.” He sighed. “I get I’m an intern and a student, but I can’t learn if I don’t do anything.” Daniel huffed the last part, stepping out onto the floor when the doors opened up. The man followed behind him, mouth slightly pursed and brows arched.

“So, you’re a kinaesthetic learner.” When Daniel gave the man a confused look he laughed. “You learn by doing. You’re a physical learner.”

“Oh, well, yeah.” Daniel shook his head at the strange word the man used. “I just hope this entire intern thing isn’t going to be like this the whole time.” The beta sighed as he paused at the conference room door to open it.

“If they see potential in you then they’ll give you a chance.” He set the coffees he held on a console table by the door before motioning towards it. “I better get going. Me and these guys don’t really get along.” It was a strange thing to say, but Daniel brushed it off, realizing he didn’t get the man’s name.

“Oh, I’m Daniel, by the way.” He wedged his foot in the door to keep it open, disappointed he couldn’t shake the guy’s hand like a professional.

“I know. It’s on your shirt.” The man cut a sly grin Daniel’s way as he pointed to his name tag, before turning and walking down the hallway.

The guy hadn’t even given him his name! How rude could one person be? Well, he did help him carry the coffees to the room, but wouldn’t go inside? Daniel found himself troubled by the exchange the rest of the day, zoning out a good portion of the time that the sales team were going over figures that he could barely understand. He recalled what the man said, that if they saw potential in him that they would give him a shot. But how was he supposed to show any potential by just standing around?

As the work day drew to a close, the murmurings of a get together at a bar across town reached his ears. Something about celebrating the arrival of the new interns or some nonsense like that. Daniel didn’t see the harm in it, not a big drinker but he saw it as a chance to meet some of the other people he worked with. It was all a part of the college experience, right?

Some folks went home after work to change, while the majority of others left work and immediately went to the bar. Daniel was one of those people, not wanting to explain to Mr. Miyagi why he was leaving home after getting back from work. He wasn’t exactly dressed for a night out, clad in dress pants and a sweater, but he didn’t look bad. There were plenty of other people in the bar who looked worse than he did.

Once other employees from the company began to filter into the bar, Daniel tried to strike up conversations with a few of them. Some ignored him, while others referred to him as a child and outright insulted him. There were a couple who humored the teen, it mostly being the younger women of the company, batting their eyes at him and asking how his first day was. Daniel didn’t mind the attention, it was a nice change after losing touch with a few of his old flames. The wounds were still a little fresh though, and most of the conversations died down soon after they began.

Daniel found himself at the bar halfway through the night, ordering Dr. Pepper and people watching to pass the time. He had tried to order a beer, but the bartender wouldn’t let him, just chuckling at him and giving him a soda on the house. Even when he was trying to be badass, he couldn’t win. So he sat there, drinking his soda and staring off at the other bar goers. Until a familiar voice echoed from beside him.

“Whiskey, please. Neat.”

The man from earlier perched on the bar stool next to Daniel, now dressed in blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt. His dark hair was slicked back into a ponytail, a few stray pieces curling around his forehead and ears. Daniel was quiet while he cut his eyes over at the man, the same odd scent of smoke filling his nose. It made sense that he would be there too. The guy did work at the company. But for him to find Daniel at the bar like that? It was weird. As if on cue, the man seemed to focus in on Daniel’s insecurity.

“Oh, hey, Daniel.” The man grinned, sipping his whiskey. “How was the rest of the sales meeting?”

“Boring.” The brunette admitted as he picked at his cuticles. “I did get to drink one of the coffees though. Apparently, I messed up the order.” He shrugged then, tan cheeks flushed. “What branch are you in…You know I never got your name!”

“Terry.” He held a handout to the teen, who gave it a firm shake. “Ah, I really do a little bit of everything. I’m particularly good at business management, the administration side.” Terry explained, gesturing with his hand before taking another sip of his drink. “So, you want to go into sales, is that right?”

“Oh, I don’t know yet. I just know I’m interested in business. I’d like to have my own someday.” It was the first time Daniel really smiled that evening, the once agitating scent of smoke now oddly comforting. “Not sure what kind yet, but I’d like to have my name on a sign some kind of way.”

“That’s a pretty big ambition. All you need is the drive to get there.” Terry finished his drink, nodding to the bartender for another. “And maybe some money.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m going to save everything I get from this internship…” Daniel paused when the other laughed. “What?”

“This internship doesn’t pay its interns. Most internships don’t actually.” Terry thanked the bartender when he got his drink, setting it aside. “So you won’t be making anything, Danny-boy.”

It was definitely news to him. He had specifically applied to the DynaTox internship program because it offered a paid internship and now some guy was telling him that it was a lie? It had to be a joke. But what if it wasn’t? That meant he was going to have to find some other way to save up money while also going to school, and that hadn’t been part of his thinking going into this. Daniel went quiet, pushing his empty glass around on the counter.

A hand pressed into his back then, the pressure soft against his spine. He blinked, head snapping round to meet Terry’s electric gaze and faint smile. Daniel’s mouth opened though no words left him, the strangest sensation jostled through his veins to have another man look at him that way. Specifically, to have that man look at him that way.

“If you’re strapped for cash I know a way you can make some extra money.” Terry kept his voice low, sliding his hand down Daniel’s back and off his hip. The teen tensed when the man did that, averting his eyes. “It’s totally discreet. I mean, hell, how do you think all the other interns are making their money?”

Daniel’s body warmed. Was this guy really propositioning him? He dug in his pocket for his wallet, pulling it out only to drop it on the floor. He slid from the bar stool to grab it, but a foot stopped him. A lump settled in his throat as he stared at the shoe that rest on his wallet, not daring to look up.

“Let me get those for you, Danny-boy.” Terry slid his foot off Daniel’s wallet then got out his own, paying for both of their tabs. The teen snatched up his wallet, ready to run out of the bar when a voice called after him. “Remember what I said, Daniel. Think about it.”

Was he desperate enough to consider such a thing? No, never, that was disgusting. Besides, he had never been with anyone, why would he drop as low as to have his first time be with someone he didn’t even know? And for a few bucks too? He wasn’t ready to be that pathetic. He preferred to be a broke loser than a floozy degenerate. The entire incident left him shaken and made him regret ever asking the guy his name.

[karatekels]

Unjust Reward - Chapter 2

Part 1 here

I said it yesterday, and I'll say it again: this is dark, bad, terrible. If you are not ready and wanting to read non-con, DO NOT READ THIS.

That said, this was a disturbing amount of fun to write. Evil!Terry ftw.

TW: Violence, sexual assault, rape, non-con, graphic sex, dirty talk, gaslighting.

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“Guess you shoulda listened to Danny-Boy, huh?” Terry says, slowly circling you like a snake coiling around its prey. You turn your head, trying to keep your eyes on him, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

“What are you talking about?”

“Please don’t go see him again, Y/N!  He’s not good for you; he’s not good for anyone!” he mocks in a high voice, cackling at his impression of Daniel.

But Daniel had said those exact words to you a few days ago in the park. You thought you had been alone.

He had been there? Had he been the source of that snapping branch that you’d pulled Danny away from?

“You were there?” you ask him with horror, staring at the ground. You feel dizzy; you feel sick.

He gives you a wide smile, as though he had told you wonderful news.

“I should be thanking you. LaRusso may be a naïve little shit, but he probably would’ve found me if you hadn’t pulled him back…”

Your knees go weak, and you sink to the ground.

“I’ve been asking myself what I would have done if LaRusso had spotted me the other day,” Terry continues casually, squatting down across from you, his weight on the balls of his feet like he was prepared to pounce.

“I think I would’ve snatched you up then, Danny-Boy be damned. I’ve thought about this for so long. You’ve been keeping me up at night; I just can’t get the thought of making you mine out of my head.”

You whimper in fear at this confession, and you swear you see his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate in response to the sound.

“I had hoped that having you once would be enough to get you out of my system, but having you here now… I’m not so sure.”

He slides forward suddenly, halving the distance between you, and you scurry backwards on your palms before shakily forcing yourself to your feet.

“Terry, don’t do this, please,” you sob, your focus torn between looking for a way out and never taking your eyes off of him. You’ve never been so scared before in your entire life. “Please just let me go. I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise.”

Terry slowly gets to his feet, still managing to tower over you from twenty feet away, and gives you a soft, pitying smile.

“You won’t tell anyone about this regardless,” he says with confidence, not at all worried that there may be repercussions for keeping you here against your will, threatening – no, promising to force himself on you if you didn’t offer yourself to him freely.

“Do you know why you came here, sweetheart? Even though you know better?” he coos, slowly approaching you like you were a bird about to fly away; you wish more than anything that you were. Instead, you back away from him until your back hits a cold, smooth wall. You groan, a noise of pure terror escaping you, and you see Terry lick his lips as he closes in on you.

“Because you need me. You can’t stay away, no matter how hard you try to play the innocent, good girl next door.”

He holds you in a cruel imitation of a hug, trapping you in his arms and pinning yours to your sides. You feel him bury his nose in your hair, and he inhales deeply, letting out a deep, primal groan that makes you shudder violently against him.

“I told you before – I’ve seen how you look at me. You’re so overwhelmed by your want, even though you do your best to hide it, to deny it. But I see it, doll. I see everything.”

“No, I don’t –” you try to deny him, but he silences you, pushing your head into his chest. You want to bite him, hurt him and get away, but it might just set him off and make him even more depraved at this point.

“I know, I know. You want to keep playing the sweet, innocent virgin forever, and make me get my hands dirty. That’s alright with me,” he says, pressing his body more firmly against yours and crushing you between himself and the wall. “In fact, I’m thrilled about it. Gifts can be nice, but I much prefer taking what I want.”

“But you saved me!” you protest, unable to reconcile this monster with the man that had saved you, the man you had been so drawn to. He leans away at your words to look down at you, a broad smile on his face.

“I did save you,” he agrees, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “…for myself.”

From somewhere deep within you, an angry, appalled scream bursts out of you, and you somehow manage to swing both your hands together, sending a punch right to his gut that sends him stumbling back.  Turning, you run back into the office, forcing a chair underneath the doorknob. You’re not sure how long it’ll hold for, but hopefully it’s long enough for you to break the window and escape.

You drop to the ground, frantically looking for something heavy enough to throw through the glass, your heart beating a mile a minute as you hear him running to the door, throwing his weight against it with a loud bang. You find a set of dumbbells in a corner under the bed and grab one, rushing over to the window. Taking one end in both hands, you swing back, preparing to throw it through the window. You’ll probably only get one shot at this…

There’s a horrible crash behind you, and you’re knocked to the ground by the chair, pieces of the door – he had smashed right through it – and Terry himself. You cry out in pain as everything lands on top of you, but it may as well be a whisper compared to the shriek of terror you let out when Terry’s hand tangles in your hair, roughly pulling you to your feet.

“Let go of me!” you scream, your body seeming to finally lean in to the ‘Fight’ response. You swing your knee up as hard as you can, hoping to hit him in the balls and incapacitate him long enough for you to get away, but he clamps his thighs together hard around your leg, catching it in mid-swing. You let out a wail of pain as he squeezes your leg with both of his own, bending you back with a tug of your hair as you struggle to keep your balance on one leg.

“You may have been able to fight back against those pricks out there, but do you really think you stand a chance against me?” he pants, looking down at you in your awkward, trapped position. He brings your head closer to him, using his grip on your hair to tilt your head back and expose your throat. He licks a possessive trail up the side of your neck that makes you cry out in disgust, then takes your ear into his mouth and bites it just hard enough to sting. You whine, your eyes filling with tears.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me again?” he asks, his voice husky in your ear, breath hot on your neck and making you squirm. He chuckles darkly against your skin as you react to him. “Though I have to say, I do like this fiery side of you. She should come out to play more often.”

With an inhuman screech you move to hit him in the side, but this time he expects it, turning his body to the side to dodge, the momentum of your swing sending you tumbling onto the bed as he releases your leg, shoving you to the mattress. Before you can get your bearings, he’s on top of you, his massive body pressing insistently against yours. You thrash underneath him, but he’s got you pinned, and as you feel him grinding his erection against you, you realize that you’re only egging him on.

“Fuck, you feel so good like this,” Terry groans in your ear, confirming your theory. “Trying so desperately to get away from me, Y/N, and for what? You know you can’t escape me.”

His words seem to suck the energy right out of you, and you go limp and still beneath him. He was right, wasn’t he? Trying to fight back or escape was only going to give him reason to hurt you more.

“Oh, is that it now? Do you give up?” he asks, pressing you into the mattress with his body as he leans down to whisper the mocking words in your ear. “Pathetic.”

“Terry, please,” you try begging him again, knowing it was the only option you have left. With your head turned to the side, you can see his silhouette in your peripheral vision, and try to look up at him with a pleading expression. “Please stop hurting me. This isn’t you, I know it’s not!”

All you had to do was appeal to a shred of humanity that lurked somewhere inside him, and then you’d have a chance…

“You’re right.”

You freeze at the words. Had you really gotten through to him that easily?

Slowly, he sits back, pulling you up with him until you’re both in kneeling positions. You hold your breath, your eyes clenched shut, trying not to tremble.

“I should stop hurting you,” he croons, and you feel his arms come around you in something resembling a hug. “Let’s start making you feel good.”

He grabs the hem of your shirt with both hands, trying to pull it over your head, and you instinctively fight him, throwing your head back and colliding it with his chin, hard. The impact stuns you and you slump forward, dazed and unable to move or speak.

Faintly, you feel Terry slowly, almost tenderly removing your clothes, taking advantage of your immobility.

“I don’t like you hurting, babygirl,” he coos down at you as he works your shorts and underwear down your legs. “Try to just relax and let yourself feel good.”

“Terry… no…” you groan, slowly regaining the ability to speak. You taste blood on your tongue. He clucks his tongue at you disparagingly, tugging your shirt off and quickly divesting you of your bra, leaving you naked beneath him.

“So gorgeous,” he breathes, ignoring your protests as he strokes your skin possessively. “A few bruises here and there, but nothing too bad. I hope you don’t earn any more, don’t you sweetheart?”

You don’t respond, and Terry presses his thumb down firmly on one of the large bruises on your thigh, making a hiss of pain push past your lips. “Don’t you, Y/N?” he growls, gradually increasing the pressure of his thumb.

“Yes, yes!” you cry out desperately, gasping in relief when he removes his thumb.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks innocently, stroking your hair gently as he gazes down on your crumpled form beneath him. You shy away from his hand reflexively, and he sighs, clenching his jaw as he quickly flips you onto your back, pinning your hands against the mattress when you try to cover your chest.

 “I can make this so good for you, Y/N,” he purrs, leaning down to kiss your cheek in a weak parody of affection. “Let all this resistance go, and I’ll have you begging for more,” he coaxes, stroking your wrists with his thumbs. His eyes follow the path of the few tears that leak out from the corners of your closed eyes, and he wonders what they taste like. “Whaddaya say, doll?”

“No,” you tell him firmly, your eyes blazing as they open again and lock onto his. “I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

Terry’s eyes lose the sparkle of amusement they’ve had the whole time he’s been tormenting you, darkening to a flat black, and you know you’ve said the wrong thing. His lip curls as he lets out an animalistic snarl, and he reels back, slapping you hard, his large hand managing to strike the entire side of your face, including the bandage he had gently applied not even an hour ago.

You cry out, your head whipping to the side, but you’re unable to lift a hand to your cheek before his hands roughly flip you over onto your stomach. He pins you down with a knee on your lower back, and you hear the sound of his belt as he takes off his clothes. He shifts down, keeping you still with an elbow digging into your back now, his free hand reaching down to pull off his pants, refusing to give you even a second to try to escape. Your cries ring out loudly in the room despite being muffled, your face buried in the blankets as you sob.

Terry slides back and off of you, pulling your hips with him so that you’re on your knees before him, the rest of you still slumped onto the mattress. He squeezes the flesh of your hips hard, making you whimper, and you feel his bare, hard cock grind against your entrance. You try to lurch away, but he holds fast to your hips, digging his nails into your skin.

“I’m torn, Y/N,” he tells you, kneading your ass as he talks to you casually. “Torn between fucking you hard and rough until you’re begging for mercy, or making you come until you’re begging for more.” You shudder beneath him, and he lets out a harsh laugh.

“Yeah, you’d hate yourself for coming on my cock, wouldn’t you?” he taunts, sliding his cock against your folds. You arch your back, trying to shy away from the contact, and he lets you. You hear him spit and let out a grunt of pleasure, and when he presses his cock against you again, it’s wet with his saliva, and you shiver at the implication of what that means for you. “You know what? I can have both.”

He kneels on the soles of your feet, preventing you from escaping, and you feel him spread you open with his large hands.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he hums approvingly, and your fists clench the blankets more tightly, humiliated and terrified. “And all for me.” He spits directly onto your entrance, making you feel filthy, one of his large fingers forcing its way inside you.

“Fuck me, you’re tight,” he growls through gritted teeth, pumping his finger in and out of you. “My cock’s gonna break you, sweetheart.” You can hear the patronizing pout in his voice, but are too scared about his words to care; him mocking you was the least of your worries.

“But you’re gonna take it all for me, babygirl. Just like you were meant to.”

He withdraws his finger from inside you, bringing his hand around to your face, holding out two fingers.

“Suck my fingers, baby; get them nice and wet. And if your teeth go anywhere near them, I’ll pull them out, one by one,” he warns, and you let out an audible gasp at the threat. Terry takes the opportunity to shove his fingers into your mouth, pumping them in and out and triggering your gag reflex a few times. You try to keep still, crying softly, and after a minute or so, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, immediately sliding them back into your pussy, stretching you out.

“You’re so hot when you obey me,” Terry groans, the pace of his fingers increasing. “I knew you could be a good girl for me, Y/N. You know what good girls get?” he asks, letting out a hum of approval when you immediately shake your head. It wasn’t as good as you answering him with your words, but it was a step in the right direction. “They get rewarded.”

He presses his fingers against a certain spot inside you that makes you buck your hips and cry out in surprise. He chuckles lowly at your reaction, and you feel your cheeks burn with shame.

“You like that, baby? Did that feel good?” he asks you in a rough, teasing voice, and again you shake your head. “No? Your pretty pussy is telling me different, doll.” Sure enough, his fingers move inside you more easily. You’re getting wet, you realize with horror.

“No!” you cry, repeating the word as you sob. You don’t want this.

“I’ll prove it to you, baby; I’ll make you come before I make you mine; how’s that?” Terry says, his tone soothing but his words having the opposite effect. He turns you onto your back like a ragdoll; you’re too tired and scared to fight. You know that if you do anything that makes him feel anything close to pain that he won’t hesitate to give it back to you tenfold, and you’re already pretty beaten up.

Terry crawls up on top of you, and before you can turn your head away he’s caught your lips with his own, his hands running up and down your sides possessively. You squirm against him, trying not to move your mouth in any way that could be considered kissing him back, ignoring the way his tongue tries to coax yours to tangle with his.

Not at all deterred by your lack of response, he lets you turn your head to the side, laving kisses up and down your neck, his hands coming up to massage your breasts. He lets out a groan of pleasure as he caresses your breasts, kneading them gently; you bite your tongue, forcing yourself to remain unmoved.

“Your skin is so soft, Y/N,” he moans against your neck as you fight to keep still. In one fluid motion, he rolls both of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and you can’t help the whine that escapes you, even as you bite your bottom lip to try to keep it from getting out. You feel Terry grin against your neck, and hate yourself with every fibre of your being.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coos encouragingly in your ear. “Let me make you feel good. You know I’m going to have you either way; you may as well enjoy it.”

“I don’t want to enjoy this!” you scream at him in frustration, your tears flowing freely now. He kisses them as they fall, savouring your taste, and you whimper at the sensation.

“Why?” he asks calmly, utterly unfazed by your screaming and crying. “What are you afraid of, someone finding out that you like this? I won’t tell if you won’t,” he promises coyly. “It doesn’t have to be like this, Y/N. I don’t want to hurt you more–”

“Then let me go!” you shriek, hiccupping through your sobs.

“No.”

One of his hands comes around your throat, squeezing gently in warning, and you immediately fall silent and still.

“This is happening, Y/N,” he tells you bluntly but not cruelly. “I’m making you mine tonight.”

He shrugs nonchalantly, as though he was discussing the weather and not whether or not you would be complicit in your own assault. “I’ll stop trying to make it good for you if you’re just going to fight me on it, but it’s going to make things a lot more painful for you. Is that what you want?” Terry looks straight into your eyes as he asks the question, like he’s trying to search your soul for the answer.

You take a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes, and for once this evening Terry seems amenable to giving you a moment to yourself.

Was this even something you were capable of? Enjoying him forcing himself on you, or at least not fighting back? How could you live with yourself if you just let this happen? You would hate yourself everyday…

But at the same time, Terry was giving you the option to get through tonight without hurting you. Maybe that would be worth it, for both your body and your psyche. Before learning the truth about him, you had been attracted to him, interested in him… was there any part of that desire still within you after all this that you could cling to, just to get you through the night?

You open your eyes, forcing yourself to look at him, taking in his naked body for the first time. As your eyes roam over the pale flesh of his chest, you try to only think about the memories from before, the things he had done to make you feel like you had butterflies in your stomach.

After taking a moment to look at all of him – your face flushing despite yourself as you take in the sight of his large, hard member – you manage to bring your eyes up to his face without flinching or looking away. You try not to feel too proud of yourself for your newfound ability to dissociate.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” he asks, and you bite your lip. You should’ve known that he wouldn’t make this easy on you.

“I… I’ll stop r-resisting you.” You force the words out, trying to keep your breathing somewhat regular.

“You will?” he asks, sounding slightly surprised.

“You promise you won’t hurt me?” the question comes out weak and shaky. You don’t know why you’re trying to elicit a promise from him; the man was a psychopath that couldn’t be trusted for even a second.

“I can’t promise that it won’t hurt when I’m first inside you, but as long as you don’t give me a reason to, I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” Well, at least he had been upfront about something tonight.

“Then okay,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about what you’re saying. “I’ll try to relax.”

“Relax and enjoy, beautiful,” Terry croons, his arms coming around your waist as he slowly lowers you onto your back. You don’t resist, focusing on the parts of him that don’t make you want to recoil from his touch. His body comes on top of yours, skin-on-skin, but this time he holds his weight off of you instead of trapping you against the mattress.

“Want you so bad, babygirl,” he moans against your skin, laying kisses all over your neck and across your collarbone. “Wanted you for so long.”

Against your better judgement, you slowly raise your hands to wrap them around his neck, trailing them up to his ponytail. You grip it in one hand, causing him to pause and look down at you, his blue eyes flashing a warning, but you force yourself to maintain his gaze, calmly releasing his hair from the ponytail, running your fingers through it slowly.

It helped him look like somebody else.

A pleased rumble emanates from Terry’s chest and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your chest. He eagerly moves down your body, his hands and lips never leaving your skin as he slowly slides down to your chest. For some reason, you don’t feel self-conscious; you suppose you’re far past that point now.

He gently takes your breasts in his hands, his rough palms rubbing your nipples, and you feel them getting hard from the attention. He slowly rolls your breasts in circles, the motion surprisingly sending a warm tingling sensation low down in your belly, and you buck your hips ever-so-slightly upwards at the feeling.

Terry purrs, catching the movement; he never missed anything. Pleased, he lowers his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, lightly teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue as his fingers toy with the other.

You let out a muffled whimper that you hide behind a hand, the other clutching the blanket beneath you. Terry releases you from his mouth, pausing his ministrations to look up at you from under his eyelashes with a lustful expression.

“Don’t hide from me, doll. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he implores you, maintaining eye contact as he drags his tongue from the bottom of your breast to the top, laving directly over your nipple. You moan, forcing your hand away from your mouth to mirror your other, clutching the sheets with both fists now, and feel Terry grin as he takes your other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Sliding back up your body somewhat to watch your face, he uses his fingers to tease your nipples until you can’t help but arch up against him.

“You have such perfect, perky tits,” he whispers obscenely, taking in the way you squirm and turn red at his dirty talk with a wicked grin. “And you’re still so innocent, even for a virgin. Such a sweet, pure, good girl, aren’t you Y/N?” he asks, and you nod reluctantly, hoping desperately that he’s not going to make you say it.

No such luck.

“I want you to say it, sweetheart,” he says, watching you bite your lip with hesitation. He leans in and you flinch, worried he’s going to hurt you. Instead, he moves to speak in your ear, his fingers never ceasing to play with your breasts.

“Say it, Y/N; I bet it’ll make you wet for me.” He lightly pinches both your nipples as he whispers to you, and you cry out, feeling a throbbing in your clit.

“I’m a good girl!” you moan out shamelessly, and he tweaks your nipples again as you give in, causing another wave of arousal to wash over you.

“Mmm, yes you are,” he agrees, humming approvingly, his eyes dark with lust. He trails one hand down your body between your legs, and you tense slightly. He targets a sensitive spot on your collarbone, giving it a hot, open-mouthed kiss and sucking on the flesh there, making you relax and leaving a love bite on your skin. He runs a long finger along your slit, and while you’re still feeling tender from him roughly entering you earlier, you feel your entrance slick with your juices.

“So wet for me, aren’t you babygirl?” he asks, and this time you don’t need any instructions as his finger lightly flits across your clit.

“Yes!” you cry out, rolling your hips against his hand. “I’m so wet!”

“Good girl,” he hisses, thrilled by your response, and rewards you by slipping a finger inside of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb in a way that has you going weak in the knees. “Who made your pussy wet? Tell me.”

“Unh…oh, fuck!” you cry out as he angles his finger, hitting your G-spot again. “You did, Terry! I’m wet for you,” you moan wantonly, your face burning with humiliation. He makes that pleased rumbling in his chest again, and the sound makes your toes curl. He slips in a second finger with ease, pumping them in and out, and you’re mortified at the wet sounds he’s dragging out of your body.

“Damn right you’re wet for me,” he growls, sitting up now so he can watch how your whole body responds to him, his eyes feverishly bright. “This is mine,” he purrs, suddenly adding a third finger to your cunt that has you keening as you arch off the bed. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come and then I’m gonna make it mine,” he groans, and your eyes roll back in your head at his dirty talk. Why did someone who could make you feel like this have to be such a monster?

Terry quickens the pace of his fingers, pulling you away from that train of thought, and starts curling them against the spot that makes you see stars with every stroke, making you mewl desperately as he works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he demands, rubbing your clit steadily even as he keeps his fingers thrusting inside your pussy, and it isn’t long before you come hard with a scream, your legs clamping down on Terry’s hand and trapping it there. He leans down, kissing you deeply, and this time you find yourself kissing him back. This clearly pleases him, and he groans into your mouth, running his hands lightly up and down your body.

“You’re gorgeous when you come apart for me.”

You blush furiously at the compliment, still feeling embarrassed and trying to stay in this safe headspace you had created for yourself.

Terry widens his stance on his knees, spreading your legs wider to either side of him, and reaches down, coating his fingers in your juices and stroking his cock as he looks down at you spread out beneath him. You immediately start trembling, trying to calm yourself down. Terry’s hands return to your sides, stroking them soothingly and helping you relax again.

You feel his erection prodding your entrance, and instinctively reach up for him as you tense up. He takes in your gesture with dark eyes, before taking the base of his cock in one hand, steadying it while pushing just the head inside you before lowering the rest of his body to be closer to you, giving you the comfort you’re craving.

“I’ve got you, doll,” he murmurs, his forehead pressed against yours, and you make a noncommittal noise, digging your nails into his back as you grip his shoulders. He hisses, thrusting himself slightly deeper inside of you reflexively. “Gonna take you, gotta make you mine,” he whispers huskily, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself.

Without drawing it out, Terry thrusts his hips forward, filling you in one motion before stilling inside of you. You let out a soft cry as he stretches you, but it’s not nearly as bad as you had been anticipating. He peppers your face with kisses, cooing words of encouragement and comfort that have you melting against him, rocking your hips experimentally.

“That’s it,” he hisses in pleasure. “There’s my good girl, Y/N.”

He pulls back before surging forward again, immediately setting a hard and fast pace. There’s some pleasure to it, but your body isn’t used to this new and unfamiliar exercise, and it starts to feel like he’s bruising you from the inside out.

“Terry, please! Not so hard!” you whimper, but he doesn’t change his pace, thrusting into you as deep as he can get, his hands coming down to grip your bruised hips tightly.

“Relax, doll,” he says, his lip curling in a grimace as he loses himself in pleasure. “Time for me to get what I want.”

You shudder, tears coming to your eyes at the rough treatment, and your protective shield of ignorance shatters as you come face-to-face with the reality of your situation. You cry quietly as he snaps his hips against yours, chasing his own release, hoping that you won’t set him off again with your tears.

After a few minutes of him fucking you into the mattress, he slides a hand up your body, wrapping it around your throat once again.

“Say my name,” he demands in a rough voice, squeezing your neck lightly in warning.

“Terry!” you squeal in pain and terror, and with his eyes clenched shut, he seems to mistake it for a pleasured moan of his name.

Growling his approval, licks a sloppy path up the bruised side of your face, making you whimper.

“Say it again; don’t stop until I fill you up.”

You force his name from your lips as many times as you can, uncaring of how they sound. You feel strangely numb as he ruts into you like an animal, and are only brought back to earth when he comes inside you, the feeling strange and unpleasant. He moans your name with his release.

“Y/N… my girl.”

He collapses to the side of you to avoid crushing you, the tiny cot somehow big enough to fit you both and support your weight, though you’re still trapped beneath an arm and a leg. You try not to cry, waiting until Terry starts to snore before you slowly worm your way out from underneath him, crawling to the bottom of the bed to climb off, find your clothes and get the fuck out of there. You feel yourself leaking Terry’s come down your thighs, and the sensation almost has you vomiting.

A large hand closes around your ankle as you try to clamber off the bed, and you yelp in surprise.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Getting dressed. Going home?” you ask hopefully, and he laughs at the tone of your voice, pulling you back onto the bed with ease and trapping you in his arms.

“You can’t go out with your face looking like that,” he states, as though it were obvious. “People will ask too many questions. You’ll be staying with me until you’re all better.”

You wrap your arms around yourself in a hug, trying to ignore the feel of Terry’s doing the same to you.

“But, but I thought that once you… once we…” you stammer, and he laughs through a carefree yawn.

“I told you that having you once might not be enough for me,” he reminds you, shrugging before nuzzling into your hair, and you whimper, stiffening against him. Did he really just expect you to play house with him after everything that happened tonight?

“Don’t make this difficult, sweetheart,” he purrs sleepily, his arm tightening around your waist. “Even if you manage to get away from me, you can’t get out of here without a key to the door. I don’t want to have to tie you down just to get some sleep.”

You slump bonelessly in his arms, scowling. He was right, and you were too tired and sore to do anything about it.

“Good girl,” he coos in your ear, stroking your body as he feels you give up. “I’ll take you to my doctor tomorrow to get you patched up. This pretty face shouldn’t be all banged up,” he says, laying a sloppy kiss on your cheek, one hand coming up under your chin to hold your head steady. Your only form of protest is the silent tears pouring down your face.

“Try not to give me a reason to make it look like this again.”

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

“Hey Johnny? You almost done?” A blonde head popped up from the top of the stall, hair askew and face makeup smeared along the chin and cheeks, revealing slightly redened skin beneath.

Bobby’s eyes widened slightly as he looked at his friend, frowning as he propped his hands on his hips, “Jesus man, what are you fighting a bear in there?”

Johnny glared at his friend, rolling his eyes as he responded, “Fuck off man it’s hot as shit in here. I’ll be done when I’m done.”

Before he could respond Johnny was disappearing once more, making Bobby roll his eyes and scoff as he left the bathroom.

A moment of quiet passed before Johnny was turning to the boy in the stall with him, manic grin on his face as he crowded the other on the toilet seat, thrusting forward just slightly.

“That was a close one huh Larusso?” Said teen glared at him through teary eyes, hands clamped over his mouth and hiding the mess of paint there, but not the mess of paint and hickeys decoration his neck and collarbone.

Johnny chuckled quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his hands. The action caused those Bambi browns to soften a little before Johnny was moving again, laughing when it only caused Daniel to clamp down and stifle the noises trying to escape.

Johnny had the time to drag it out for a bit. He said he’d be done when he was done after all.

[virgo-mess]

Silver Thread

A little almost Terry Silver enemies to lovers oc drabble I've been working on. I'd like some feedback wondering if it's something anyone would be interested in? I don't have many followers on here so if you see this post give it a a read?

Silver Thread- Terry Silver x OC

Terry Silver sat quietly seething at his desk one morning, chin propped up in the palm of his hand like a little schoolgirl, as he watched her. It was all he seemed to do most days since she started interning at Dynatox Industries a few months ago. He watched her small hands weed through paperwork, doing calculations at expert speed. The she in question was Veda Noelle LaRusso. Terry couldn’t remember exactly what day he hired her; he hadn’t paid much attention when Margaret mentioned her and handed him the file.

“Just hire the one with the best scores, Margaret.” He said hastily, he skimmed a few lines to humor her. He saw that whomever the file was about had graduated from high school a bit early, was accepted into California Technical Institute on a full ride scholarship, after doing great work in their Gifted Young Minds Program. Terry found their resume quite impressive but hadn’t bothered to look at the name.

“He sounds great hire him” He said and ushered Margaret away before she could speak.

Had he glanced at the paper for more than a moment he would’ve figured out the mathematical genius he hired was actually a young woman. A gorgeous young woman at that. He watched her run a hand through the thick black waves on her head, he could even make out that she was nibbling on that plump lip of hers. Terry Silver thought about nibbling on her lip himself quite often, they looked so soft. Lips like that deserved to be kissed, but only by him. The thought of another’s lips grazing hers made his blood boil, but it was soothed by the prospect that no one else had been inside her. Terry fantasized about being the first one to enter and taint such a beautiful pure creature, at being the only one because no one else deserved to be in something so pretty, something so tight, not even him. The thought of Terry Silver not deserving something left him feeling a great deal of rage. Veda had become the object of his obsession, his desires, his rage, and his heart the moment she stepped into his office. He would never, nor could he ever allow anyone else to have her. She was his whether she was willing to accept it yet or not. She deserved it for making him feel this way, for never leaving his mind, for haunting his dreams, and rebuffing his affections.

Terry remembered the day she had shown up in his office in one of her tight little outfits. A rust colored short and blazer outfit, with a tight black top underneath, those damn knee socks, and an adorable beret sat atop her pretty little head. Terry found himself biting his lip at the memory, he’d memorized every curve of that perfect body of hers by now. He dreamt of it almost every night, it was slowly driving him insane. She would waltz in his office like she knew she owned everything in it, including him. Running her fingers through her like he wanted to, crossing her arms over her perfect breasts when he longed to put one in his mouth, staying just out of his reach when he wanted nothing more than to hold her. All while wearing the tightest, most teasing outfits she could find. She’d turn to leave in a huff about something he said that plump ass of hers bouncing tauntingly at him. Terry would be left sat at his desk breath ragged his cock hard as a rock and his heart aching as he glared at her retreating form. As if she didn’t know the hold, she had on him.

At first the dreams were just raw passionate dirty affairs he often had her bent over his desk or spread out on top of it with lust in those big brown eyes as she begged him to take her in every way. Terry would happily oblige because doing the most impure things to something so pure made his heart race in excitement.  Over time the dreams steered to more intimate sensual affairs, he’d be in bed caressing every part her perfect little body gently, possessively holding her hand as he rutted into her pretty little pussy slowly, cooing her with praise and encouragement if she tensed up beneath him, telling her how happy he was to be with her and how much he wanted her to be happy, that she felt so good, that she was such a good girl for taking something so big her first time peppering her face with kisses. Veda would reward him by melting into him, cooing him with affections, moaning his name repeatedly as she peppered him with kisses of her own. And then she’d come for him.  Terry would awake in a furious state of need and want, immediately needing to finish himself off, imagining those brown eyes filled with need for him was enough to have him coming hard in seconds moaning out her name with the word ‘My’ at the front of it as he finished in his hand.  How dare she do this to him.

The shift from rough hot sex to gentle love making terrified him as he had never felt that way for any of the other women he had tricked into bed. Terry was always a very selfish partner with his conquests, making them come was only something he did to get what he wanted from them which was nothing more than a hard fuck when and where he wanted it. He had no real desire to make the encounters good for anyone but himself, they were purely transactional. Though still mildly selfish and transactional in sentiment, those new dreams about Veda had him prioritizing her pleasure and her comfort for her because her being in a state of contentment pleased him. Being the one to fulfill her needs and desires made him happy in a way he had never been before. He didn’t just want to fuck her hard over his desk. He wanted all of her, he wanted her heart because she took his. Stole it, left it on the floor carelessly stomping on it as she left his office that day. How could she?

 Didn’t she know the thought of him being the center of her world was something Terry wanted so deeply he was willing to do whatever it took to have her in his forever.  That his little game of tormenting her and reeling her back in was a twisted declaration of his devotion towards her. That he only tormented her because she tormented him by not allowing to have her. By not allowing him to love her. Did she really think he would allow just anyone to have that level of power over him? He cared about her as much as he hated her for leaving him with no desire to be with or inside anyone but her. He wanted her to feel that level of devotion, to want him as bad as he wanted her, to need him as bad as he needed her. For that reason alone, Terry despised her. How dare she make him want her so badly and not return the sentiment. Terry remembered looking down into those big brown innocent eyes for the first time. Looking back on it now that day would’ve been perfect if he had only read her file. They got off on the wrong foot quite quickly, and for some reason Terry wished he could redo it all. This constant game of cat and mouse between them, was exhausting. She seemed so uninterested in him, normally Terry wouldn’t let that stop him. He was a man who prided himself in taking what he wanted without thinking of who was hurt in the process. Terry hated that he didn’t really want to hurt Veda, he might if his hand was forced but he wouldn’t find joy in doing so, he would only relish in her tears if they were for him. If they sprang from her eyes as he took her roughly over his desk that would

delight him in a way, of course sweet words of affirmation and soothing touches would follow, and Terry hated that he now craved to prioritize aftercare but only with her, only for her.  If the tears were caused by sadness, discontentment, or pain at his hands or another he wouldn’t tolerate it. He couldn’t tolerate it and it was all her fault.  He remembered the overwhelming guilt he felt when tears welled in her eyes the first day they met. He hated being the one who caused them, but he also hated feeling things that he thought he had buried so long ago. He didn’t know he was still capable of such a thing. He never wanted to know he was still capable of such a thing, and he hated Veda for making them resurface. This was all her fault.

Terry heard a small knock on his office door.

“Come in” he said lazily. He didn’t bother looking up “What is it?” he said impatiently.

“I’m the new intern, the girl at the desk told to report to you” the voice was delicate and something about it caught his attention. Terry looked up from his paperwork, letting his eyes roam all over the figure before him. ‘Wow’ he thought, very few women left him in awe. He let a smirk tug on his lips.

“I’m afraid you’re in the wrong building doll face. All the fashion magazines are further down the block” he said mockingly. Models often stumbled into their building by mistake, Terry would be lying if he said he hadn’t pulled quite a few of them. He let his eyes travel to her nicely sized chest, he wondered how she got those in that tiny top. He finally met her doe-like eyes, they were big brown and rather cold at the present moment as she glared at him. He bit back a snide chuckle, something about the stunning thing with those doe-like eyes left him feeling rather animalistic. Terry felt a deep desire brew within him as he stared at her, he could overpower her without a doubt, but stalking prey was the most exciting thing for him.

“It’s alright baby doll, I can walk you over.” He said standing up.

“That won’t be needed, Mr. Silver. I work for you, though I’m very much reconsidering it now” Terry caught the snarky twinge in her voice and smirked. The petite ones were always so fiery and the most fun in bed in his experience. He watched her nice little body stiffen as he stalked over towards her slowly.

“Didn’t mean to upset you, baby doll. I’m afraid it is just a misunderstanding. You see, I hired a mathematical genius who’s studying at CalTech. Not a model, I’m sure I could find a desk job for you if you really want. You see I have it all in this file” Terry said in a teasing tone holding it up. She scoffed glaring daggers at him, if looks could kill he was certain he’d be six feet under by now but for some reason Terry found her expression quite adorable. He was mildly excited to have caused such a look to cross such an angelic face and thought about what lust would look like on it.

“Oh really? What’s his name?” she asked mockingly, narrowing her big eyes at him as if challenging him. Terry bit his lip amused, usually he’d use this as an opportunity to put someone in their place. He never let anyone get away with speaking to him like that or looking at him like that. Terry for some reason was willing to let her get away with such things and found her returning his antics without a second thought alluring. He liked it in a strange way.

“God, you’re beautiful. What do you need a job for anyway? You get with a man like me you’ll never have to lift a pretty finger a day in your life. I’d love to spoil you, doll.” He proposed, getting unnecessarily close to her inhaling her scent. She smelled like vanilla, so sweet, so delicious. He let his free hand stroke her cheek gently, her brown eyes became glossy, she looked up at him with an almost hurt expression, like he had just slapped her and for a moment Terry felt a small twinge of remorse. Letting his hand fall quickly from her cheek feeling almost wounded himself, he assured himself it was just because he didn’t want her to file a sexual harassment suit against him. But deep-down Terry knew it was because she didn’t seem to like his touch, and he wanted her to like his touch to some degree though he would never admit such a thing.

“You’re a pig” she hissed, yanking the file out of his other hand with a surprising amount of force. Terry saw great karate potential in the feisty little thing, the thought of sparring with her left him feeling hot all over. Imagining her, flushed and glistening, spread out on a mat while gazing up at him was a beautiful picture indeed. Terry bit his lip looking down at her as she opened the file to one of the pages Terry skipped those weeks ago. She looked up at him with sharp eyes, Terry felt naked under her intense gaze as she looked at him disgusted and unimpressed.

“Tell me, Mr. Silver, how many men do you know with the name Veda Noelle LaRusso. Oh, look they even put a picture of me in here for you. Rather kind of Margaret, seen as you clearly can’t read.” Veda’s eyes had grown cold again and her words taunting and dripping with sarcasm. She held the picture up practically shoving it in his face. Terry felt his smile falter, feeling wounded at the harsh tone her sweet voice had taken as he looked at the photo. Terry had to admit she was truly very beautiful, and he wondered why she chose not to capitalize on it. The thought of other men ogling at her in a magazine left Terry feeling jealous, no one really deserved to look at her that way, not even him. It was this sentiment that triggered his growing obsession, Terry always prided himself in getting everything he wanted. Seeing Veda as a shiny trophy or toy to play with as he thought fit left him feeling giddy. He ignored the twinge of guilt he felt in his chest when he thought of breaking her as payback. How dare she be more than he deserved, who did she think she was walking in here and looking at him like that? As if he was beneath her, as if she didn’t need him, as if she didn’t want him. As if he wasn’t worth wanting…

Terry’s face hardened as he glared down at her. He would simply have to show her what she was missing. Maybe she deserved to be knocked down a peg. He contemplated a fitting response to make her feel the way she had just made him feel. Naked under his gaze. “Sorry, doll. You can’t expect to walk into any man’s office dressed like you belong on a corner and expect them not to make a pass at you. Dress how you want to be treated.” he said tauntingly. He watched as her face fell slightly as she looked down at her outfit, she quickly

buttoned up her blazer and crossed her arms over her chest, becoming visibly uncomfortable. Though his words had the intended effect, Terry found himself resisting the urge to apologize when she finally met his gaze, face red and tears briming her big eyes. He reassured himself this was merely the consequence of her sharp tongue towards him, even if he had earned it. Terry straightened himself up as he walked away from her towards the large stack of boxes that sat in the corner of his office. They contained over a years’ worth of company transactions, hundreds of files that needed to be balanced out. Their last accountant quit abruptly. Terry felt a smirk tug on his face, as the vindictive idea popped into his head.

“I find your lack of professionalism rather grating Miss. LaRusso.” Terry spoke dryly, turning to look at her. Veda was stiff, her eyes focused on the floor biting her lip to keep from sobbing in the presence of her new boss on her first day.

“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again” she said, the mocking tone had disappeared from her voice and instead replaced with a slight whimper. Terry bit back a groan, he’d love to hear that sound from her over and over again. But he didn’t miss that his heart wanted to hear it in a much different context. He managed to keep his composure.

“You look people in the eye when you speak to them Miss. LaRusso” Terry barked, making her jump slightly. Veda forced herself to look at him, though she really couldn’t see him that well as the tears blurred her vision threatening to spill over. Terry leered down at her stone faced. “Not only do you lack professionalism, but you also lack common courtesy. Don’t parents teach manners anymore. Perhaps you’re not a good fit for this company Miss. LaRusso” Terry said allowing the taunting tone to return back to his voice as he reentered her personal space. This time as a means of intimidation he assured himself, not because he wanted stroke her cheek again. Veda looked up at him, her bottom lip now trembling.

“Please Mr. Silver, I need this internship for college credit” She whispered, her whole body now shaking. Terry resisted the urge to comfort her as he looked down into her deep watery brown eyes. Terry felt a scowl come across his face at the thought. What about her made him feel this way, he wondered.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before giving the man that employs you cheek, huh? I am willing to let you learn from this misstep Miss. LaRusso, I don’t want to be the reason one of CalTech’s most promising students fails before the school year has even started. Your first lesson in the adult work force is that actions have consequences. Your consequence will be to balance every file in every single one of these boxes before tomorrow” Terry said motioning to the boxes behind him. He watched her eyes travel to the boxes expecting a look of exasperation to cross her face. Instead, she met his eye again, lips still trembling. Terry considered kissing her to make it stop, maybe it would keep the tears from falling from her eyes as well. Maybe it would subside the annoying aching in his chest.

“Understood Mr. Silver” her voice sounded defeated as she swiftly walked past him to pile boxes in her little arms. Terry found he wasn’t satisfied when she turned around and the tears were flowing down her pink cheeks at a rapid pace. She said nothing and avoided eye contact as she left his office.

Terry grew increasingly annoyed with himself every time she came back in to grab a new box. She was going through them at an impressive speed; Terry didn’t know what he had expected from the girl who had won the International Mathematical Olympiad four years in a row. She had stopped crying by the fourth time she came to take another box, but it was still very clear she had been crying. Her pretty eyes remained red and puffy and soft sniffles could be heard faintly from her desk. Terry couldn’t figure out why watching her cry made him feel so bad. He’s made so many women cry, and he never once felt the way he felt watching Veda weep. It was almost painful, and he disgustingly still wanted to comfort her, hold her, and apologize for being an asshole for once in his life. He assured himself it was just because he thought the chances of having her naked beneath him were slim now. That his cock was just pissed off at him denying it the pleasure of being inside something so beautiful. Terry pondered giving himself what he wanted even if she didn’t want it. He was sure he could just pay her off for letting him have his way with her once. Would once be enough?

Terry watched as his other employees jumped to comfort her when they passed her desk, he felt a growl rumble in his chest when he saw one of his male employees rub her back softly. What right did he have to touch her that Terry didn’t? He stood from his desk in a jealous rage.

“Go back to your desk, now!” he boomed when he got to his office door; he was satisfied when the man all but fell on the floor. Veda looked down at the guy and had the nerve to ask if he was okay. She hadn’t asked if he was okay when she all but made him hate himself in the matter of a few hours had she? When she looked down on him like a pest. Terry glared at her when she offered the guy her hand as if he was more deserving of holding it than he was. Terry felt an urgency to not let the guy touch her again. To not let anyone touch her that wasn’t him.

“You can finish your work in my office LaRusso” he said through gritted teeth. Veda could tell from the tone it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. Terry watched satisfied when she pulled her hand away before the guy had chance to take it. She scrambled to pick up the file she was working on and scurried back into his office. A smile tugged on his face at how quickly he had gotten her to move for him. Terry followed behind her and made sure to slam his office door shut. Her back was to him, but he heard another sweet whimper flow from her body, and he felt himself twitch against his leg. He would consider rewarding her for gifting him with such an innocent sound.

“Veda, how are the books and numbers treating you?” Terry asked. Veda looked up at him with confused, his tone was soft almost soothing when he spoke to her this time. Terry kept his face relatively blank as he sat back in his chair even though being the center of her attention right now made his heart flutter.

“Uh, not that well, there appears to be a large sum of money missing. Who was your last accountant?” Veda asked nervously, her pretty face looked very serious. Terry didn’t like it suddenly needing to see her smile like she was in the picture from her file.

“Joe Owens, I believe he’s vacationing in Aruba right now. You ever been there?” Terry asked with a smug smile. Veda resisted the need to roll her eyes, the way Terry could flip from vindictive, to charming, to almost sweet was giving her a headache.

“I suspect he went there with the 900,000 dollars he stole from Dynatox” she said dryly pushing her calculations toward him. Terry sighed he couldn’t decide which side of her he liked best. He could acknowledge he found that fiery side incredibly hot until he got burned. He supposed he could make a game out of riling her up before sweeping in with a punishment to soften her up again. He smirked at the thought of having her both ways knowing that it would all be for him in the end.

“Check the numbers again doll” he said mockingly, seemingly unbothered. Veda scowled at him. “The way you scrunch your nose is so cute” Terry said softly, satisfied that she had done exactly what he wanted her to without realizing it. Veda blushed at the compliment, Terry was giving her whiplash right now and she had a feeling he was doing it on purpose. Terry watched her amused as the blush spread down to her neck. Yes, he quite liked this. He could maintain a delicate balance of ‘insulting’ her (he knew he would never mean any of them) then praising her for quite some time. He was giddy at the thought of making her as confused and conflicted as she had made him in the last couple of hours.

“I don’t need to check the numbers, I’m a mathematical genius. My calculations are accurate, sir” there was a slight sneer in her voice, and he knew she was growing upset with him quickly. Terry grew annoyed with himself as he felt the sudden urge to comfort her once more. How was she doing that? He held her gaze momentarily, deciding to stick with the idea of keeping her on her toes. Pushing her away and reeling her back in would get tiresome for her. She would relent and give herself to him because he deserved her, he assured himself. Terry would never admit this was more so to convince himself that he, an objectively bad person, could deserve someone like her.

“Veda” he coos huskily, beckoning her to his side of the desk with his long finger. Watching that slight blush creep up on her face once more, she stiffened as she rose and made her way to his side of the desk. Terry liked her blushing for him, and he genuinely smiled as he stood up towering over her small body. Finally letting his hands run up and down her small arms in the comforting way he had been craving to do all morning. Her skin was so soft, as he gently guiding her to sit on his desk. Terry clapped gleefully sitting back down in his chair, they were almost eye level with each other now. Veda watched him closely; her nose was still adorably scrunched up.

“Let’s just forget about the files and start over, ok baby girl?” He said making his tone gentle as he looked at her. “Why don’t you just sit here looking pretty for me while I finish this paperwork, hm? I’ll find someone else to balance the books and we can go grab lunch” Terry proposed, letting his thumb draw soothing patterns on her soft legs. Veda stiffened again at his touch almost flinching which left Terry feeling annoyingly crestfallen as he gritted his teeth. Veda practically growled as she swatted his large hands away from her legs. Terry took a deep shaky breath to compose himself, losing his temper now would ruin this for him. Worse than he already had.

“Come on baby girl, don’t be like that. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to feel the way you make me feel. I want you to feel good nothing would make me happier” Terry whispered, why was he still comforting her? Why was he being so honest? He reached to rub her leg again acknowledging that he liked the way he felt when he touched her. It was something beyond lust. Veda let out a dissatisfied grunt and stood up seething at him, Terry flinched despite himself. Watching as frustrated tears flowed from her big eyes for the second time today. This time acknowledging to himself he didn’t like making her cry, that seeing her cry hurt him disgustingly so to some degree.

“Veda, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry” Terry stuttered out reaching for her hand, but she pulled away from him sharply.

“Don’t ever touch me again, you disgust me” she spat; Terry flinched again at her words. Veda grabbed the freshly poured cup of coffee Margaret had given him moments ago. Today was the first time since the war that Terry felt small in the presence of another.

“Veda, baby” Terry said, breath shaking, he felt an unpleasant lump form in his throat as he stared at her. The tears kept flowing from her eyes, Terry reached out wanting to cradle her, to hold her, to touch her again. He didn’t know if it was to comfort her or himself, all he knew was that it would work for one of them. He thought there was no feasible way she couldn’t feel the same pull he felt. “I’m so sorry, Plea- “Terry was cut off by the feeling of warm coffee washing over his pulled back hair, trickling down his very expensive suit. Not even Terry could deny he deserved every bit of the verbal lashing, and he sat back down at his desk defeated. He didn’t look up as he heard her fast footsteps stomp out of his office. He couldn’t watch her leave.

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