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PROMPT POST 1

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Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
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CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.

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“Oh no, not for some time,” Chris answered and got up, tipping his chin with the gun a few times. “What’s your name?”

LaRusso looked at him with disbelief on his face, as if he couldn't believe that someone like Chris would dare to address him, then laughed and shook his head.

„Freaking unbelievable,“ he mumbled to himself, taking out a handkerchief to remove the sperm from his face. “I did what you asked.” Taking a deep breath, he continued, “You’ll let us go now.”

Chris gritted his teeth. Johnny was confused. Did LaRusso not realize the situation he was in? A minute ago he had obediently sucked a dick for them, and now he tried to extort authority again?

„So I’m trying to be nice to a dirty little twink like you and that’s how you thank me?“ Chris said. When Johnny cast a quick look back at LaRusso, he saw that the man was rolling on his feet into a squat, looking at Chris with strangely dark, nearly black eyes and half-parted lips.

A ghost of his hateful sneer was still lingering, but more than that, he looked hungry.
„What are you going to do?“ LaRusso asked, biting his lower lip. „Force me to swallow your prick?“

“Ey boss, I know who he is.” That was the little bastard they initially chased. The heavy accent tinted his words. “He’s all over the valley. LaRusso Daniel – chopping prices.”

Another one laughs, “Yeah, right, I remember a billboard with him. Now I know why he had a dick sprayed on his face. Seems like that wasn’t a joke.”

“You even know who I am now. Can we finally go?” LaRusso asked worked up.

„Take your clothes off,“ Chris commanded in a dry voice.

„What?“ LaRusso asked incredulous.

„Take your clothes off,“ Chris repeated patiently. One of his henchmen cracked his knuckles.

„The fuck I’m—„

Chris slapped LaRusso across the face, sharp, and whistled with amusement when he saw LaRusso’s head being yanked to the side and his dark hair falling over his eyes.

When LaRusso turned his head back to look at him, part defiance and part … excitement on his features, a red mark was visible on his cheekbone.

“I’m not going to repeat myself again. I don’t care who you are. Right now you’re our bitch, understood?”

LaRusso shivered with fear, or was it excitement? Still on the floor he took off his bomber jacket and t-shirt. One of the guys yanked them out of his hands and threw them in Johnny’s direction. Too late he closed his eyes.

“Look who's awake! Sleeping beauty is with us again.” Larry rushed over to him and shoved him into a sitting position. Johnny was immediately dizzy. He felt himself heave.

“Oh my god, are you alright, Johnny.” Before LaRusso could storm over though, Chris pointed his gun at Johnny.

LaRusso sat back on his feet, unmoving.

Chris sighed, “Get our guest a chair. And you-“ he turned back to LaRusso. „I said all of your clothes. You better be naked in less than a minute, or I’m going to send your boyfriend to the afterlife.“

“He’s not my boyfriend. But you won’t hurt him, that’s the deal!” LaRusso hissed at him. Chris looked at him, almost alarmed by that sound—LaRusso sounded like a snake, a dangerous animal, all hate, and poison, and cornered.

Then LaRusso stood up, opened his trousers while toeing off his sneakers and pushed them down, together with his underwear, a pair of ‘Philipp Plein’ boxers. His cock sprang out, dark and slim and … rock hard.

Chris looked at it with a grin. “That’s better.”

Meanwhile, Johnny was heaved in a chair by Larry. He was struggling with sitting up and his vision was slightly unfocused.

LaRusso obviously tried hard not to look over to Johnny. Embarrassment flushed his face, while his hands were still white from balling them into tight fists.

„Brace yourself against that car and spread your legs,“ Chris ordered.

Johnny’s stomach finally slowly calmed down and he could watch with more focus – which made him sick again. The whole scene was surreal.

They were in a fucking illegal garage. Junk surrounded them. LaRusso was slowly walking over the dirty ground on his bare feet to a silver car, bending slightly forward over the hood slowly spreading his legs.

“Now, spread your ass.”

It’s cold and LaRusso’s nipples were stiff and rock hard. Johnny noticed how red and swollen they were, like his lips. He could practically see the adrenaline pumping through LaRusso.

The stupid man tried again, “You won’t kill him over this.”

Chris chuckled, “You wanna try me? Larry hit him in the stomach.”

Johnny was blinded by the pain and only dimly aware of LaRusso shouting something. When the pain subdued, he heard the pleading, “Please, I’m sorry, okay, I’ll do it, I’ll do whatever!”

“Today, slut!”

Johnny thought that was it, LaRusso would refuse. Instead he slowly leaned further over the hood until his upper body was braced against it and shifted his legs far apart. His hands took his buttocks and he spread them.

Johnny could see his hole pulse, it looked like one a modern porn star might have – shaved, clean, lighter than LaRusso’s otherwise tanned skin. It was the most obscene display Johnny had ever seen. LaRusso’s flushed face, with tears of shame threatening to fall, completed the picture.

Chris walked over and let a finger glide over the exposed pucker.

„What the fuck?“ LaRusso’s voice sounded desperate as he tried to stand up and cover himself, but Chris wouldn’t let him. „Stay exactly where you are, slut,“ he growled, and LaRusso sank slowly back, bracing himself on the car again. „I want everyone here to see what a slut you are. I mean, look at that hole, all clean and fancy and shit. And that hard cock pressed against our precious car; aren’t you ashamed, fancy boy?”

And Johnny could see he was. Tears of anger and shame started to glide down LaRusso’s twisted face. Sobs shook his body.

“Now, now, don’t be like that. We aren’t as bad as you may think. I’ve taken a liking to you, so you get the good treatment. We could have just fucked you raw and let you bleed all over the floor, but we aren’t inhumane.” Chris’s voice is filled with false sweetness.

“Fuck you!” LaRusso spat out between sobs.

“In time. Here’s what’s going to happen,“ Chris said. „I and the boys will watch you suck and fuck yourself on our cocks and for that, I want you prepared. Until I tell you to stop I want you playing with your hole to keep us in the mood. If we’re bored we might destroy your ass before you’re ready, so make it good. You’re gonna thank me later for that kindness on my part.“

LaRusso took that in. He seemed to want to say something but deemed it’s better to keep his mouth shut. Chris grabs a jar of vaseline, used for polishing the cars' dashboards, and places it in front of LaRusso’s face.

Johnny watched as LaRusso, still sobbing, dipped his fingers in and reached behind him. One hand spread a buttock when he rubbed the vaseline around and over his hole, slowly pushing some of the makeshift lube in. LaRusso’s body was shaking with emotions when he finally carefully dipped a finger in.

“Faster!” Chris commanded.

Johnny would tear all of them apart. He would murder them and cut them for this. The only emotion more potent than his rage was the burning desire for his karate rival building in the deepest darkest corners of himself.

It was so wrong, but he couldn’t keep from hardening. The sight of LaRusso pushing a finger in and out of his ass, while tears streamed over his face was too much for any sane man to handle. And LaRusso had said it himself – Johnny was a lunatic.

When he looked at LaRusso again, he was already slipping two fingers in and out of his hole, before circling it with more vaseline. He still had his mouth open, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Johnny was shook when LaRusso shifted his naked from slightly so he could shyly glance over to him.
All defiance, all aggressiveness was gone without a trace. Instead those brown eyes were fixed on Johnny, like he was his anchor, the only one he saw.

Surprising, probably everyone LaRusso started to softly moan. His body suddenly shuddered and he looked so desperate at Johnny, his voice ringed through the garage. "Is this how you like it?" he gasped addressing no one in particular, biting his lips. But Johnny felt like the words were directed at him. LaRusso shoved his fingers roughly into his ass, and they started to slip in more effortless, as he continued to moan. He hardly blinked and kept his eyes fixed on Johnny.

“Knew he was a fucking slut,” Larry murmured beside him. The man still kept a hand on Johnny’s shoulder so he wouldn’t just fall over. “Only whores walk around with their holes looking like that.”

LaRusso takes more and more vaseline, pushing it deep into himself, moaning louder and moving his hips, so his cock was rubbing against the car.

„Disgusting slut,“ Chris said derisively. „Putting yourself on display like that. I mean how old are you? Thirty? Thirtyeight?”

“Fourtynine,” LaRusso groaned when he pushed another finger in. Their gaze still locked, like LaRusso wished it was only them in here.

Some guy whistled in approval, giving Chris a look when the man raised an eyebrow. “What? I like my guys older.”

Their boss nodded, “But you’ll have to wait Trevor, after your cock he’ll be no fun for anyone else here.”

Johnny registered what he meant. Against Trevor’s trousers a massive half-hard cock was visible. He would laugh at the fact that the ‘black cock’ trope seemed to hold up, if there was anything laughable about the current situation.

Those seconds of glancing away was enough to break his connection with LaRusso, who seemed barely aware of his surroundings anymore anyways. He had at one point hiked one leg up on the car, spreading himself even further.

Chris bent over the hood leaning leisurely on it, his face inches from LaRusso’s. “Don’t you know that this is what little twinks like you are made for? Getting their holes fucked? Shouldn’t you apologize to even look like that at your age?“

LaRusso parted his lips, moaned, and closed his eyes.

„Sorry,“ he whispered.

Johnny nearly jumped up. He hated to hear that word out of LaRusso’s mouth, delivered in this meek tone.

Chris smiled, “Tell me what you are and what you want.”

„I’m a disgusting whore,“ LaRusso said, biting his lips and plunging his long fingers into his hole again. Johnny had a hard time now to keep himself from doing something stupid. His own cock was treacherously throbbing.

„Nngh,“ LaRusso moaned, arching up. „Can’t wait to have a cock fuck my hole.“

Johnny clenched his teeth, unable to decide if he wanted to keep watching or finally tune out LaRusso who was fucking himself with abandon now.

“Don’t come,” Chris said before taking him by the back of his head and kissing LaRusso.

Johnny growled with fury. Why wasn’t LaRusso fighting? The answer obvious: Because no karate in the world was faster than a gun. LaRusso was doing this for him, to protect Johnny’s worthless life.

Chris’s menacing whispers carried through the room filled with sexual tension. “You really are a slut, huh? Tell me how often do you get fucked by guys? Probably daily.”

“Never,” LaRusso breathed.

Chris playfully hit his face. “Tsk, no lies.”

“It’s the truth,” LaRusso’s half-lidded eyes were unfocused. He shuddered every time his own fingers thrust in. “Only a few times. Was seventeen back then.”

Chris hit him again, harder. “That hole is way too loose. I know a used ass when I see one.”

“Only recently started to play with myself again. Toys,” LaRusso’s voice is reduced to whimpers.

“So when I push in, I’ll be your first real cock in ages?”

LaRusso only nodded.

Everything went fast. Chris takes LaRusso’s hand and yanks his fingers out. They leave with a plop his glistering hole, which by now couldn’t even fully close anymore. Coating his own fingers in vaseline Chris plunged them in, making LaRusso shriek in surprise.

Chris said, “This is probably a dream come true for you, slut.” LaRusso shook, trying to get away from the thick fingers scissoring him even further open.

The big man unzipped his trousers and smeared some of the vaseline on his cock. Taking LaRusso’s hips, he pushed in, slowly, unforgiving.

LaRusso screamed. He started thrashing.

"Hurts!" he sobbed. His erection wilted. "No!" he whimpered, but Chris was merciless. The man ordered him in a cold voice, “Relax!”

Then LaRusso’s hole swallowed the cock and closed around its base when it pushed in the last few inches.

A loud sob echoed through the garage. There was something savagely beautiful about the way LaRusso’s body is now covered in a thin layer of his own sweat, panting heavily, obviously aroused again. At the same time, he could do nothing but take the vicious fucking he received.

Chris’s hands dug into those slender hips, leaving bruises for sure. “Fuck, you haven’t been lying. Fucking tight slut hole you have there.”

He kept on leisurely thrusting. “Look at yourself," he taunted LaRusso. "You were born to be fucked like a whore."

When LaRusso didn’t answer, the man slapped his ass. Johnny saw one of the guys stroking himself, while the others palmed their cocks through their trousers.

"Answer me." Chris slapped the ass again harder.

"Yes," LaRusso wailed, broken. "I was … made for this."

"Tell me what you are," the man demanded.

"I am a slut," LaRusso cried out as the man leaned forward again and pressed deep inside.

Johnny couldn’t stop himself any longer. He shouted into the tape over his mouth in utter frustration. Larry taunted him, “Oh no, someone is angry that you play with his toy, Chris.”

Johnny blocked out the voices around him, laughing at his helplessness, taunting him for his inability to save his friend. Instead he focused on LaRusso, who locked their eyes again moving his hand over the surface of the car towards him.

The invisible bond between them suddenly stronger than before. Though it broke Johnny’s heart more and more he kept watching. LaRusso needed his strength and he would be there. He wouldn’t abandon him, wouldn’t close his eyes or avert his gaze like a pussy.

The realization what Johnny was trying to do and the gratefulness due to it in LaRusso’s face were the last straw. Johnny felt angry tears streaming down his face.

With a hard thrust Chris stilled. LaRussos eyes rolled backward in his head with a loud sob.

One of the guys snarled, “Oh, come on, Chris, did you have to breed the bitch? You know how I hate to shove it in a used hole.”

“I swear to god, when you’re buried in this ass you won’t care anymore. Guess what they say about fancy guys and tight asses is true.” LaRusso stayed slumped over the car when Chris finally pulled out. “Push it out, slut.”

Johnny gulped when the broken body shook as he tried to do as told. “Fuck, yeah,” Chris growled when some of the come came out. He roughly shoved a finger in, pulling it completely out again. Even more sperm flowed out, dripped down LaRusso’s long legs.

“Come on, Chris, man, you’ve had your fun. Let us others play too.”

“The invisible bond between them suddenly stronger than before. Though it broke Johnny’s heart more and more he kept watching. LaRusso needed his strength and he would be there. He wouldn’t abandon him, wouldn’t close his eyes or avert his gaze like a pussy.” Jesus!!! this is absolutely killing me. I’m loving how you’re writing Daniel in this. is this on ao3????

(Hope the last chapter is finished soon, I hadn't had time this week.) I'm really happy you like it. I thought of putting it on AO3 but think this is the stuff that solely belongs in a kinkmeme. ^^°

you could post it anonymously there if you’d prefer! i was really hoping to bookmark it there, as it’s more convenient for reading. but i can totally understand if you choose not to. looking forward to part 3!

wow, I’m loving this! i especially like the way that even though johnny is furious/devastated by what’s happening to daniel, he can’t resist also being aroused by it. and for what it’s worth, i think you should totally post it to ao3! there’s not enough dirtybadwrong fic for cobra kai over there (...but maybe i just want it over there so i can check out your other fics too haha. unless you post it anonymously over there, which you def could if you wanted to)

This is so wrong but so hot on so many levels. Thank you again for filling this!!!

My pleasure!

jfc this is blindingly hot

Oh my goddddd. Amazing. Thank you for posting. I can't wait to read the conclusion!

After the Christmas party, the four of them book a fancy hotel room, where they all have sex.

Johnny is desperate to scrape together enough dollars to get Miguel his operation. He contacts the only rich guy he knows, beside Sid: Daniel LaRusso. To Daniel's surprise, Johnny immediately offers his body, in exchange for the money. Daniel is shocked but he accepts.

+111111 YES I want this so bad

When Kreese offers to fight instead of Silver, the soldiers decide that instead of a fight, Kreese can fuck Silver for their entertainment.

+100000 YES

Daniel cheated on Amanda in Okinawa with Kumiko. He tells her, guilt stricken, and she says they can move past it... if she evens the score by fucking Johnny while he watches.

Bonus for Daniel feeling jealous of both of them and for some kind of three-way resolution

Hope this works!

Johnny didn’t know what to expect when he showed up at the LaRusso house for dinner. For one thing, Amanda had invited him, not Daniel, which made him wonder if Daniel knew at all he was coming. He didn’t even know Amanda had his phone number, though it made sense because she was the one who insisted on buying him a new phone in the first place.

Johnny steeled himself as he knocked on the door. He hoped LaRusso knew he was coming. He really didn’t feel like a fight.

“Johnny?” The confused look on Daniel’s face confirmed what he feared, but the way he automatically stepped aside to let Johnny in told him he wasn’t angry.“What are– I mean, what’s,” he trailed off looking into the house as though it might offer some explanation.

Amanda came to his rescue. “I invited him for dinner, babe.”

“Why?” His tone was so whiny Johnny had to fight back a laugh. Amanda gave him a look, and they seemed to argue silently for a moment.

Johnny shifted awkwardly.

Finally, Daniel sighed. “Do you want a beer?”

--

The dinner went surprisingly well. Amanda loosened them both up with fancy wine from their cellar (of course the LaRusso’s had a fucking wine cellar) and stories of college shennagins.

Johnny normally hated wine, the drink of uptight rich snobs and his least favorite ex-girlfriends, but he drank anyway. Alcohol was alcohol, and he would need plenty of it to endure a polite conversation with LaRusso.

As they all loosened up, Amanda began to get more and more touchy with him. Their fingers brushed when she passed him the wine and she didn’t pull away. At one point she lay a hand on his while she laughed at something he’d said.

If LaRusso noticed he didn’t say anything, though maybe this was just how she was.

Finally, she rested a hand over Johnny’s again– that one had to be intentional– and suggested they all retire to the living room.

“Listen, Johnny,” Amanda said once they’d all settled on the couches, she and LaRusso on one, Johnny perched awkwardly on the other. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I invited you over.”

Johnny nodded, and Daniel leaned forward, ready to hear this too, he guessed.

“Well, we have a little problem that we could use your help with.” She started, and Daniel gave her a startled look. Clearly, they hadn’t talked about this. “Recently, Daniel went on a little trip to Japan, visiting some vendors for the dealership, you know.”

Johnny nodded, though he didn’t know. Daniel looked confused and a little desperate. “Honey–”

Amanda continued on as if Daniel hadn’t said anything. “And along the way, he ran into an old flame, Kumiko.”

Johnny looked at Daniel, who was steadily turning red. A combination of the wine and whatever secret his wife was about to spill.

“Apparently, the flame never died down, at least, not as much as they’d thought, and they reconnected.”

Johnny couldn’t miss the implication of that. “You cheated on your wife LaRusso?” he asked, shocked. Who the fuck would cheat on a babe like that?

Amanda nodded, running her hand through Daniel’s hair. He was staring resolutely at his shoes. “He did.”

Johnny suddenly felt uneasy, wine turning in his stomach. “Not to be rude or anything, but what does this have to do with me? I’m not like, a marriage counselor or anything.”

Daniel looked up, interested in the answer.

“No,” Amanda agreed. “You’re not. But I wasn’t thinking we needed counseling. I was hoping you’d help us in another way.”

She leaned forward, and the low neckline of her dress gave him a nice view of her cleavage. Suddenly, he understood.

Daniel understood a beat later. “Hey, wait a minute. He’s not–”

“Sit down,” Amanda said sharply. Daniel complied.

“I was thinking a trade. Daniel couldn’t be bothered to keep it in his pants and he broke my trust. I think he should get a taste of his own medicine.”

Daniel glowered at Johnny like it was his fault.

Amanda stood up and walked over to him, tilting his chin back. “Johnny, I want you to fuck me. And I want him,” she cut her eyes over to Daniel and grinned. “To watch.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. Fuck LaRusso’s wife? While he was watching? It seemed like too much of a dick move, even for him.

Amanda sank down into his lap, bringing up her other hand to frame his face. “Please, Johnny? You have no idea what it’s like, walking around knowing he stuck his dick in some other woman. I think this could make everything right.” She looked over at Daniel, and Johnny looked too. “Restore the balance.”

Daniel flushed a deep red, but he didn’t move from his spot. Johnny caught his eye and raised an eyebrow. This may be Amanda’s show, but he wouldn’t do it unless LaRusso at least kind of okayed it.

He nodded once, curt. Johnny let his hands slide up to Amanda’s waist.

“I’d be honored,” he said, finally looking up at her. She smiled and dove in for a kiss.

--

Once they reached an agreement in the living room, Amanda led him up to the bedroom, Daniel reluctantly in tow.

At the side of the bed, there was a chair Johnny recognized from the dining room, with a length of rope sitting on it. Amanda picked it up and nodded toward the chair. “Sit down Daniel.”

Daniel obeyed, and Amanda grabbed his wrists, pulling them behind him. “Why the restraints?”

He asked it so calmly Johnny wondered if it was a regular in their bedroom routine. He momentarily felt guilty for wondering about their bedroom routine, then remembered what he was about to do. Christ, he was already hard.

“I don’t want you touching yourself during this. Your job is to sit here and watch. Our job is to have fun. Speaking of–” she swayed over to Johnny and he grinned at her. Unsure as he might have been before, she was hot, and he had plenty of experience with hot chicks.

His arm wrapped around her waist and he placed a hand at the small of her back to pull her in. His mouth caught hers and it was fire instantly, their lips moving in a hot, wet slide.

Johnny dropped his hands to the hem of her dress and slid it up. He moaned when he realized she was bare underneath. He pushed her onto the bed. “Strip,” he said, pulling off his own shirt.

She complied, pulling off her dress and unclasping her bra, and there she was, naked for him.

His hands dropped from his belt buckle and he knelt over her, lips going to her perfect breasts.

“Holy shit,” she breathed as he sucked on the peaked bud of her nipple. He ground his jean-clad crotch into her and she whimpered.

He released her tits and kissed a path up to her neck, sucking where the column of her throat met her shoulder and moving up toward her mouth.

“God you have the most perfect tits,” he growled, kissing her hard again, tongue claiming her mouth.

Her hands pushed at his chest and he pulled back. “Pl-please,” she begged.

“Please what?” Johnny smirked.

“Please, I need your hands or your dick or something.”

Johnny obliged, sliding a hand over her trembling stomach and down to her pussy, which was already glistening. He ran a finger through her folds, gathering up some of her wetness before circling her clit once.

He did this twice before pushing in. Amanda’s thighs were quaking, and her back arched hard when he pressed his thumb against her clit.

Johnny looked over at Daniel. “What’s the most he’s made you come in one go?”

“Twice.”

Johnny chuckled. “Twice? That’s weak, LaRusso, even for you.”

If looks could kill.

“How many times did he tell you he was sorry?” Johnny asked, looking back as he slid a second finger into her.

“Five.” she gasped.

“Five it is then.” He looked at Daniel again, steadily pumping his fingers in and out of his wife’s cunt. “I’m gonna make your wife come five times, LaRusso. Once for every weak-ass apology you gave her for betraying her trust. How does that sound? Good?”

His jaw worked furiously and his arms flexed against their restraints.

“Good.” He pumped his fingers faster now, thumb circling her clit with gentle but insistent pressure. Between his fingers moving inside her and his mouth on her tits, it didn’t take long, soon she was shaking and calling out his name.

He pulled his fingers out and she whined. “Oh don’t worry,” Johnny assured her. “I’m not even close to done with you.”

Johnny knelt in front of the bed and brought his mouth to her, licking along her folds. She whined and arched hard.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Oh fuck, oh shit, don’t stop.”

He didn’t dare. Nose nudging her sensitive bundle, he dipped his tongue inside her, tasting her delicious warmth.

Johnny moved up to suck on her clit and her thighs clamped shut around his head as her second orgasm overtook her.

Johnny stood up unsteadily, hands coming to his belt to take off his restrictive jeans. He dropped his pants and stepped forward, about to slide into her when he stopped.

“Shit, do I need a condom? Are you on the pill?”

Amanda laughed. “Johnny, I’m flattered, but I’m 45. I’m not having any more kids.”

Johnny nodded, relieved, and pushed into her. He groaned. “Holy shit. You’re tight.” He spared a glance at Daniel. “She’s so tight.”

He sped up and Amanda’s back arched. “God you’re so thick,” she moaned

“Oh yeah? Thicker than him?” He jerked his head over to Daniel, whose face was red.

“-doesn’t even compare,” she whined. "Like apples to oranges."

Johnny huffed a laugh, "Or shrimps to cucumbers."

Her laugh morphed into a moan.

He gave her a few more deep strokes before pulling out, and she moaned unhappily.

Grabbing her by the hips, he repositioned her until she was on all fours facing her husband.

Johnny moved so that he stood behind her, and she arched her back, presenting her wet self to him.

One hand on her hip and the other on his cock, Johnny slid his head back and forth through her folds, holding Daniel’s murderous gaze the entire time.

Amanda whimpered. “Please, Johnny.”

He didn’t look away from Daniel. “Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” He obliged and slid in. “Oh fuck.”

“Good?” Johnny asked. Like he didn’t know.

Overwhelmed, she just nodded.

“Tell him how it feels.” Johnny slid his hand into her hair and pulled her head back, so she was looking straight into her husband's eyes.

“God Daniel, he’s so good. S-so thick” her words began to slur as Johnny circled her clit with his middle finger. Coming up on number three. “He’s so deep. I’m gonna feel him for days, feel so empty when he’s gone- oh fuck, oh shit” she cried out, and she tightened around him as she came again.

He didn’t pause, grabbing onto the back of her neck, he pulled her up until she was leaning back against him. His other hand snaked around to rest under her bouncing tits. Her head melted back to rest on his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to mouth at the long line of her perfect neck, lips brushing over marks he’d left two orgasms ago.

Four came right on the heels of three as he pinched one nipple and rubbed at her clit.

He pulled out, gentle for a moment as he turned her to lay on her back. Giving LaRusso a nice side view, Johnny pulled one leg up over his shoulder and went back to work.

“You know LaRusso, I oughta thank you. If you hadn’t been such a fucking moron and gone chasing after some Japanese tail, I never would’ve gotten to fuck your perfect wife. I mean, come on. Look at her.”

Look at her? He couldn’t look away. Daniel has his legs crossed now, trying to give himself something to push into. Johnny's lips curled up into a cruel smile.

“Too bad she's too old to have kids now. Imagine how fucking great she would look carrying my baby. With her eyes and my hair? Everyone would get to know Daniel LaRusso got cucked by his high school rival.”

Daniel’s moan was lost in Amanda’s cry as she came for the fifth time, juices squirting out of her and soaking Johnny’s dick.

He finally let himself come, head dripping to rest on her chest as he pulsed deep inside her. He stroked himself through it, one, two, three times before sagging down onto her.

But he wasn’t done. Sliding out of her, Johnny stood up and walked over to Daniel, dick wet with her slick, and stood in front of him so that Daniel was eye level with his cock.

“Clean me off.” One hand positioning his cock at Daniel's lips and the other sliding into his hair. “Come on.”

Daniel gave him a disbelieving look but opened his mouth, moaning at the taste of Johnny’s cum mixing with his wife’s.

“You like that huh?”

Daniel’s eyes slid shut as he whimpered and nodded.

When he pulled out of his mouth, Daniel chased him and Johnny smirked. He bent down and untied Daniel.

Daniel’s hand flew to the front of his slacks but Johnny caught him and pulled it away. He led Daniel over to his wife, who was still panting, boneless on the mattress.

Johnny gently placed a hand on her inner thigh and she spread easily for him. Come was still oozing out of her.

“Shit,” Daniel breathed. Johnny’s other hand came up and gripped Daniel’s hair, pushing him to his knees.

“Clean her up too.” He didn’t hesitate.

Johnny’s dick twitched with interest as he watched Daniel lap his come out of his wife’s cunt.

“You’re a little cumslut aren’t you?” Daniel moaned in agreement. “So desperate for it you’re licking it out of your wife. Begging for her sloppy seconds.”

They both moaned at this.

“Are you gonna get off to this LaRusso? Licking my cum out of your wife?”

Daniel moaned again, hand moving to the front of his slacks. He didn’t even bother to open them, just rutted against the heel of his hand desperately as his mouth sped up on his wife.

“You gonna cum like this, huh? Gonna cream your pants like a teenager while eating my load?” Daniel's hips sped up. “Go on then. Cum.”

He did, left hand coming up to grab onto Johnny’s wrist where his hand still lay on Amanda’s thigh. His mouth never stopped, wrenching another weak orgasm from Amanda as he ruined his pants.

Johnny squatted down next to him. “Good boy,” hand pressed on top of Daniels. He whined at the overstimulation, sagging back onto Johnny.

“Such a good boy.”

Fill on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/28944453

Ahhh OMG! OP here and I am beyond delighted with this! Great job!

My kingdom for Johnny & Daniel staying after the kids have gone home for Reasons and ending up getting busy in the dojo. Maybe it’s been a little time and Daniel wants to cut Johnny in on the business end of co-owning a dojo, and the feeling of Daniel sitting so close beside him is too much for Johnny to take? Maybe they decide to spar a little, you know, to test out future lesson plans or something, and someone (Daniel) pins someone else (Johnny) to the floor and there’s Sexually Charged Eye Contact that is way too much for both of them. I just want karate dads doing it in the middle of the mat, bonus for a lot of banter, double bonus for bottom!Johnny.

Okay, this is freaky. I just posted something extremely similar to this on AO3 yesterday. Mine is established couple though, nothing about him cutting him into the business, and Johnny’s on the bottom but not the bottom.
But it is most definitely Karate dads in the dojo in the middle of the mat. With eye contact and banter lol
I can post it here if you want.

OP here, and oh god, yes please post the link, I’d love to read it! Looks like we might have shared a brain cell when I posted this!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28619118

They’re sparring.

Finally alone as all their kids have left.

"It's an awesome dojo name" Johnny defends.

"It's stupid" Daniel grits out, face flushed from exertion, as he dodges an elbow but not the the sweeping move of Johnny taking his legs out from under him.

Daniel in turn grabs Johnny's ankle so they both fall to the mat. He quickly takes advantage of Johnny's surprise, getting the upper hand as he smoothly rolls on top.

Flexible little fucker that he is, Johnny thinks, Daniel's thighs on either side of Johnny's hips.

He pins Johnny's hands above his head, Johnny not putting up a fight as his dick immediately takes interest at the proceedings.

"Point Larusso" Daniel says into Johnny's ear.

He shifts back slightly as he sits up, probably to gloat, when he feels the hardness against his ass.

Their eyes meet. Daniel starts grinding back against him. Neither one of them breaking eye contact.

Daniel’s breath hitches on a particularly good glide and it's like a dam breaks.

Daniel gets both of them stripped in record time, only leaving the headbands on.

He leans down and kisses Johnny while rubbing his bare ass back on Johnny’s now freed cock.

Johnny tries reaching for him.

"Ah, ah," he says as he takes Johnny’s wrist into his own hands and pins them down on the mat by Johnny’s side, "keep your hands to yourself."

Daniel sits back up. Johnny's hands stay where he put them.

"Now see" Daniel continues, "you can listen when you want to. Maybe," he says, giving a roll of his hips, hands pressed flat on Johnny's chest for balance, "you just need proper motivation" and damn, Johnny loves it when Daniel gets like this.

Daniel takes off his headband then reaches down and removes Johnny’s black one and sitting back up straight, looks Johnny right in the eye as he ties the back headband around his own forehead, dark hair falling in front, triumphant little smile on his face.

Rightful spoils from the defeated.

Daniel reaches behind himself to put Johnny's cock snug between his cheeks so he can feel the slick hardness rub over his hole.

He begins to rock.

A few minutes of this has Daniel reaching for his discarded pants for the lube he stashed in the pockets.

This is not the first time sex has happened in this dojo - kind of goes hand in hand with fighting for them, their own personal brand of foreplay. It’s kind of a given at this point, if they’re going to be alone.

Johnny sees the familiar bottle in Daniel's hand and a shiver goes up his spine, knowing this was premeditated.

"Looks like you need it bad" Johnny says, in an attempt to cover his own growing impatience.

"Ugh, just shut up" Daniel says without any real heat and Johnny smirks.

Johnny watches as Daniel coats his fingers, reaching behind himself.

One finger quickly becomes two.

"Want some help?" he asks sweetly, just to annoy him.

Daniel ignores him.

Daniel's making soft sounds now as he rides his fingers, Johnny wishing he could just fuck up into him and replace those fingers with what they both want.

"Not as big as mine? Can’t quite reach that spot like I can, huh?

"No," Daniel moans out, despite himself.

He removes his fingers, but before he can shift back he hears Johnny tell him, "Nope, give yourself a third."

Daniel concedes, coating a third then reaching back again.

Johnny watches as Daniel pleasures himself on his fingers. Johnny’s hands itch to touch, to take. He clenches them in fists by his side instead.

Daniel gets himself into position over Johnny's crotch, resting the head of Johnny’s cock against his rim. He waits.

Daniel's legs are straining from keeping himself posed over Johnny, just the tip in his ass now, Daniel's body screaming to just take the rest inside, when finally:

"Fuck, Daniel, please" Johnny begs.

Daniel smiles as he lowers himself all the way down, ass yielding easily to the welcome intrusion, until he rests fully against Johnny’s pelvis.

He takes a few minutes to savour the feeling of fullness and adjust to the girth inside him before starting to move on top of Johnny.

Daniel’s basically using Johnny as his own personal dildo, using Johnny's hard length inside his ass for his own pleasure and damn if that isn’t one of the hottest things he’s seen that man do.

Then he really starts to ride, taking Johnny's cock in and out of his body, his hands wrapping around Johnny's wrists again, keeping them pinned at his side.

God, Daniel knows how to take a dick.

Daniel slams down a few times, throwing his head back when he nails himself just right with Johnny's cock, so deep and so, so, good.

Daniel takes a hand off of one of Johnny's wrists, "keep them right there" he warns, to run a hand down Johnny’s abs and that is not fair Daniel thinks. The well defined thickness of Johnny’s body compared to Daniel’s still lean frame. Although Daniel knows the fact that he’s still smaller after all these years drives Johnny wild.

"So hot" he hears Daniel breath out, as he works Johnny like a pro, and Johnny can’t help the feeling of satisfaction it brings to his ego.

Johnny thinks momentarily of asking Daniel to turn around so he can watch his dick where it stretches Daniel open, watch his ass take it on each slide in and out but, he really wants to see Daniel’s face when he makes himself cum on Johnny’s dick. God, he sounds like a pussy but he can't find it in himself to care.

Daniel’s circling his hips now, looking for a better angle.

Johnny smirks, "can’t find it as well as I can, babe?"

Daniel glares down at him.

Johnny dares to move his hands from the mat, grabbing Daniel’s hips, his hands easily covering them as Daniel allows Johnny to help guide his movements. Johnny rubs a thumb softly over the faded fingerprint bruises he left there from last time.

They finally find a good angle for them both, breathy little "there" is Johnny's confirmation of how well he knows Daniel's body and, how well Daniel knows his too; Johnny’s hands no longer directing his movements, just resting them on Daniel’s hips.

"Go to it then" Johnny says, cocksure smile in place.

And Daniel does.

His moans turn to whimpers as he starts working himself harder, almost in a frenzy.

"There you go" Johnny says encouragingly, "take what you need," thumbs now digging into the bruises on his hips just to hear the pretty noises that will fall from an equally pretty mouth.

Daniel bites his lips as he desperately works his hips in a dirty grind.

"Yeah, makes yourself cum on my dick," Johnny tells Daniel who takes his own cock in hand.

He leans down to kiss Johnny who instantly opens his mouth.

Johnny plants this feet on the floor, so his knees rest along Daniel’s back now and starts thrusting up, tight heat of Daniel’s body too much for him to stay still for much longer.

If the moans Daniel makes as he breaks the kiss are any indication, he won’t be punished for it.

Daniel start thumbing his own nipples and God, Johnny wants to take those in his mouth, suck on them until they're hard pebbles, until Daniel holds his head against his chest.

"You’re going to walk out of here with a limp" he tells Daniel instead, smug.

"Please, you’re not that big," Daniel scoffs.

Johnny narrows his eyes before thrusting up, hard, as Daniel slams down. He slumps forward again, placing his hands on Johnny’s chest, breathy exclamations of pure pleasure leaving his lips.

"God your cock" he groans out, burying his face into Johnny's neck, licking to taste the sweat there.

"Just my cock?" Johnny returns, arrogant, and Daniel hates himself for how hot that makes him, how sexy Johnny is.

Daniel kisses him again to shut him up.

Johnny feels the telltale signs in himself as pleasure coils in his belly and knows Daniel is close too, from how his body trembles and his walls keep clenching tight around Johnny, trying to keep him inside.

Right as Daniel lets go, Johnny flips them, slams in a few times as Daniel’s eyes roll up into the back of his head, overwhelmed with sensation, having just cum.

He wraps his legs around Johnny, heels digging into the small of his back, egging him on.

"Yeah, like that," he pants, "come in my ass."

And Johnny does.

Both panting hard, they say nothing for a few long minutes, trying to catch their breath.

Daniel settles himself on Johnny's chest, breathing into his neck where he has his face turned, Johnny's arms automatically coming up to encircle that slender waist.

Johnny rubs his hands on the small of Daniel's back as he feels himself slip from Daniel's body, dick already missing the heat. Johnny presses a tender kiss to Daniel's temple, puffs of his breath moving the fine wisps of hair.

"So," Johnny starts, fingertips now making circles on Daniels skin. "You put me on my back all over our badass dojo name?"

Daniel sits up, making a face at the feeling of Johnny's cum dripping out of him at the sudden movement.

"Okay," he says before clenching his jaw, post-coital bliss replaced by irritation, "eagles don't even have fangs, Johnny."

Johnny smirks. He'll get a round two.

Silver is back in the Valley and Daniel fights it but inevitably finds himself falling back into their old dynamic: Silver commands, Daniel obeys. Only this time, they are not training. During the day, Daniel teaches the Miyagi/Eagle Fang students with Johnny, and Silver and Kreese teach the Cobra Kai students, but at night Daniel is with Silver, at his mercy.

+ tons of filthy dirty talk from both Silver and Daniel (feminization, size, Daniel saying “sensei”, etc)
+ super slutty and needy Daniel and super dominant Silver

The optional Johnny/Daniel part:

One night Johnny follows Daniel, curious and worried about where he keeps disappearing to at the late hours. Somehow, Silver catches Johnny and makes him watch as he fucks Daniel, without Daniel knowing Johnny is there. So maybe Silver has Johnny watching thru a live camera feed? Or maybe Johnny IS in the room idk. Up to you!

All the above +’s apply and:
+ Silver knowing Daniel and Johnny want each other and to mess with them both says possessive shit along the lines of “you want Johnny Lawrence to touch you like this, but you’re all mine” except dirtier haha
+ but up to you if Johnny does join! and both Silver and Johnny fuck Daniel of course.

seconded so hard holy shit

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