cobrakaikink | PROMPT POST 1

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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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How has nobody made a prompt where Daniel has a kink for Johnny's golden locks? Or a kink for Johnny's scruffy beard. Or he'd beg Johnny to stop waxing his chest. Oh, what Daniel would do to see if the carpet matches the drapes. There needs to be more fics where Daniel has a kink for Johnny's hair.

Ahhhhh I am not op but I wrote the comment you are replying to lol (as well as the comment asking for a sequel haha) and Daniel feminization is A-OK with me! Very ok! Can’t wait!!

Not op but this is so good!!! The fanart for it, holy crap, I love it! Johnny’s smug expression and Daniel’s blissed out expression is perfect. Any chance for a sequel where Johnny discovers Daniel’s strength kink? -prayer emoji hands-

Btw @ writer op, is there a chance you’ll post these on ao3? One, for easier access, and two, for more exposure. More need to know this exists!

I actually have nearly this exact fic in the works right now! I was gonna fudge the time line a bit to keep little trees, lol, but we're pretty much sharing a brain wave. I'll link once i start posting it. :)

I hadn’t thought about it. It’s an idea though.

Riding

He's starting to get sloppy - uncoordinated.

She can see, even from her spot in the dimly lit corner, Daniel's thighs shaking with the strain of how long they've been going at it. Daniel can feel the burn in his thighs, stretched wide across Johnny's broader frame.

He's seated in Johnny's lap, his back to Johnny's front - the only request Amanda had made earlier when Johnny had looked at Daniel and told him he wanted Daniel on his cock - "I want to see your ass work for it." She's not touching tonight, it's Johnny's show. She'll still get hers though. From her spot in the corner, hidden in the shadows, she watches, enthralled, Daniel facing her. The low hum of her vibrator mixes with the sound of skin slappig on skin in their bedroom as she watches her husband ride Johnny's cock.

They're both gorgeous like this. But Daniel, Daniel is a thing of beauty like this - pure desire and want as he takes Johnny's cock into his body with every rise and fall.

The wet sounds of his ass as he chases his pleasure in Johnny's lap.

Her husband is slamming down on Johnny's rock hard dick, his hips working in a dirty grind, that is quite frankly, impressive, the mattress creaking with his efforts.

He's close. Again. She wonders if this time Johnny will let him.....

Johnny wraps his hand tightly around the base of Daniel's dick, stopping him from coming again for god knows what time tonight. Amanda can hear the soft, "please, please, please," falling from his lips.

He rocks back and fourth in Johnny's lap, whimpering.

Johnny can feel the tremors moving through Daniel's body as his ass spazms around Johnny's thick cock. He gives an experimental thrust up, still keeping the tight grip on Daniel's cock and Daniel sobs - over sensitive from the edging and just shy of painful. He stills his hips.

"I can't" he chokes out, "please, I'm sorry I ....."

"Shhh, shhh, shhh" Johnny soothes. "Calm down. Take a few breaths in and out, in and out."

Johnny puts his hand on Daniel's stomach, a calming gesture and swears he can feel his dick, he's that deep.

Daniel looks down at how much of his stomach Johnny's hand is covering and he feels that familar sensation in him whenever he has visual proof of just how much bigger Johnny is than him. How simple it would be for Johnny to push Daniel down, to hold him down without any real effort and just take from Daniel what he wants.

He starts rocking faster.

Johnny rubs comforting circles on Daniel's stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, kissing that spot on Daniel's neck he knows makes him weak.

Daniel starts squirming like he wants to both get Johnny deeper somehow but get away at the same time. His body not sure how to process the pleasure Johnny is giving it.

"It's too much" Daniel chokes out and he starts to tremble in Johnny's lap, a low whine making it's way past his lips.

"Breathe in and out for me again, baby" - the pet name slipping out. He presses Daniel back so his back is flush with Johnny's wider chest, so he can feel the rise of Johnny's chest, in and out. The whining tapers off but the trembling remains.

"There you go, good boy" he says, placing a kiss to the side of his head and, all at once, he feels the tension leave Daniel's body.

Johnny will never cease to be amazed what that one little phrase does for Daniel.

"You've been so good for me tonight." He considers it - "I'm so proud of you."

Daniel's head lulls back on Johnny's shoulder as his eyes flutter shut.

Jackpot Amanda thinks.

"You’re so fucking perfect" he whispers, and Amanda, Amanda just melts. She knows now, with a startling clarity, that even though it’s only been a few times now, that Johnny is a piece they didn’t realize was maybe missing. He understands Daniel - that for all his control and need to problem solve, here with just them he can let go - be taken care of. That his more submissive tendencies, when alone, are safe with them. Daniel is above all a people pleaser, especially with those he loves- so he needs to be good for them, needs to have them use him - needs that praise.

If people knew, they would assume they have all the control but the reality is, Daniel does.

Johnny's voice breaks her thoughts.

"You just sit there and let me do the rest of the work, okay. Can you do that for me? Amanda too," he adds - "she's enjoying the show you're putting on."

Daniel nods.

"There you go" he whispers as he adjusts Daniel in his lap slightly, his cock throbbing in the tight, velvety embrace of Daniel's ass. "Always so good for us."

Daniel lifts himself off slighty only to drop back down, moaning as he circles his hips.

"Hey, hey, what did I just say. I'll do the work," he says as his larger hands easily cover Daniel's slim hips, squeezing.

Daniel stills, immediate, "sorry, sorry I ..."

"Hey, hey, none of that, now. It's okay, It's alright" Johnny placates. "It's not your fault. I know how you get when you've got a cock up your ass. Pretty little thing, can't help yourself can you?"

Daniel shakes his head, letting out a hiccuping sob.

Johnny easily lifts Daniel all the way off his cock, so only the tip remains, and thrusts up as he yanks Daniel back down, his body yeilding once more to the more than welcome intrusion.

He does it again and again until Daniel is quivering. They hear a click as Amanda ups the speed on her vibrator.

"Yeah" Johnny says, smug, "she really loves the show."

"Is it good," Daniel pants, "am I being good?"

Amanda moans.

"Baby," Johnny breathes, the pet name once again slipping from his lips. "You're our perfect boy."

Daniel's back straightens but Johnny's faster, his hand wrapping around the base of Daniel's cock, squeezing. Hard.

"No" he wails. "Johnny please let me come. Please. I've been so good. Please I ......."

He sticks his finger in Daniel's mouth whose cheeks immediately hollow around the digit.

"Just needed to be filled from both ends, huh?" Johnny asks, softly.

Daniel sucks harder.

"Maybe next time i'll have you on all fours, my cock fucking that perfect mouth while Amanda's cock fills that needy little hole."

Arousal shots through her core - now THAT is an idea.

Johnny's fingers slips out of his mouth, "Yes, God please" he moans out, breathless.

Daniel is wrecked.

Johnny puts his hand back on Daniel's hip, made red from Johnny's grip. The bruises from last time still not fully faded.

He bounces Daniel easily in his lap.

"That's it," he whispers into his hair, "that's it. Take it for me. So fucking beautiful when you're taking my dick. Like you were made for it."

Daniel's hands grasp at Johnny's thighs, kitten weak.

"One day, i'm going to put a plug in you. Fuck you as many times as I can. See how full," he thrusts up sharply into Daniel for emphasis, "I can really get you. How many loads you can take." He tenderly nuzzles Daniel's neck. The contrast between the gentle and the rough making him dizzy.

Daniel's head drops forward and he's making nonsensical noises as Johnny fucks up into him, a steady unwavering rhythm.

"You'd like that right," but before he can answer, Johnny continues. "Or maybe I wouldn't plug you. Maybe i'd make you walk around, my cum dripping out of your ass into those ridiculously expensive pants. One load after another - never let that ass be empty, not even once."

"Yes, yes, yes," he hears both Daniel and Amanda chanting. He can see why they make such a good pair.

Daniel starts squirming again.

"What do you want? What do you need?"

"I want you" he starts, but bites his lip.

Johnny reaches up and presses Daniel's face to the side, kissing the edge of his mouth, his nose, his cheek.

"Tell me" he demands. He throws his arm around Daniel's middle, preventing him from moving. His cock pressed right against his prostate.

"I want you to come in my cunt" he blurts out.

"Jesus Christ" Amanda swears as she cums, clamping down on the vibrator as her orgasm punches through her. That's new she thinks.

Johnny reaches down in time to stave off his own orgasm.

His breathing harsh in the relative silence of the room.

"On your stomach" he says lowly, "ass up, hand around your cock so you don't cum."

Daniel does as he's told and gets on his stomach. Ass up. Hand around his cock.

"Spread your legs - wide."

Daniel complies, spreading his legs - wide.

"There you go." Johnny praises.

Daniel's hole glistens in the light with lube and Johnny's precum.

Amanda can be heard as she rubs herself. Moving the vibrator in and out of her with her other hand. This is too good to not go for seconds.

"Now, open that ass for me - show me your pretty little cunt." Daniel reaches back with a shaky hand - the one not holding his cock - and opens his cheeks. The slick noise of Johnny's hand working his own cock reaches Daniel's ears.

Johnny reaches down with his other hand to hold Daniel open.

"Finger your ass" - Daniel obeys.

He watches Daniel wet a finger and bring it back to his exposed hole. Rubbing around the rim, it opening and closing on nothing. Desperate for something inside it again.

Daniel shoves three fingers into his aching, empty ass, thrusting them in and out. He makes a frustrated noise.

"It's not enough" he chokes out, "please, Johnny."

Johnny works his dick faster and just as he's about to come, he gets just the tip of his dick in Daniel then explodes, his cum going everywhere.

He can feel the warmth from Johnny's seed in his ass, dripping down his crack. Daniel sighs and rubs his face into the cool sheets. He clenches his ass to try to keep as much inside as he can.

He sees Johnny get off the bed and walk to where Amanda sits, dazed, having cum a second time, and gently takes her vibrator from her limp hand.

The bed dips down and Johnny holds the toy to Daniel's ass, sliding just the tip in.

"Now, like I told you earlier, make that ass work."

Daniel thrusts back on it. Amanda's slick mixing with Johnny's cum inside him as he works himself into a frenzy on his wife's vibrator. Johnny makes a fist so that every thrust forward and back drags Daniel's cock through the grip of his fist.

And this, Johnny thinks, is what Daniel was made for. To be fucked. To be filled. To be owned. Cherished.

Johnny suddenly yanks the toy out, flips Daniel onto his back, who still hasn't recovered from the sudden change as he slides the toy back in, the angle so that it's right against his prostate. Johnny flicks the switch on the toy. Daniel screams. His hands fisting the sheets as he heels dig in the bed, back arching off the bed in a perfect bow, tears streaming down his face. He cums as his eyes roll back into his head. He collapses, like all the string have been cut. His body shaking with aftershocks. Johnny gently removes the toy.

He rests a hand on Daniel's heaving chest. Feels his rapid heartbeat. Wipes some still falling tears from his cheek.

"Good boy" is whispered in the quiet of the room.

Johnny and Daniel eat brownies that Robby accidentally left in Johnny's apartment. But what they don't know is that they're weed brownies and Johnny and Daniel get high af. Happy with it being shippy or gen, I just wanna read about these two dudes getting baked.

Yes please!

+1!

Not op here, but please do so!!!!!!!

If you do (which I also highly recommend, this is really good) I'll put an extra link to your AO3 story in the fill list. - No pressur though, since I also understand if you want this to be anonymously. ;)

So, fun fact, the actor who played Terry silver was born March 18, 1962 while the actor who played the one and only Daniel Larusso was born November 4, 1961. Making him a little over 4 months older. Let that sink in.

To start off, the story begins with Terry thinking of ravaging a younger Daniel but I will stress - he is absolutely over 18. It morphs into him thinking about ravaging present day Daniel. Who wouldn’t?! Aging like a fine wine that man.

I hope this is okay.

The miyagi-do ad flashed onscreen and Terry's head turned sharply, he can't still be, he thought - but then another familar face flashed onscreen, one he was much more intimately acquainted with.

My god, is that man even aging, he thinks.

He pictures it, like it was only hours ago, and not decades, when he had had that beautiful boy, now a beautiful man, his mind supplies, so close to him in his dojo.

All flawless olive skin, soft lips, and big doe eyes that gave everything he was feeling away.

He’d have the bottoms of Daniel's GI around his ankles this time.

Terry felt himself harden.

He would run his hand over that smooth ass as he felt his boy tremble.

Run a thick finger over his small, unused hole.

He'd take him - Daniel's hands pressed to the mirror at the back of the dojo.

He wanted to be able to see the look on Daniel's face when he pushed in. He wanted to watch his cock as it disappeared into the heat of that undoubtedly, impossibly tight ass.

Lock eyes with the boy as he took him, making him feel every inch as he slowly slide inside, savouring the wide eyed look as Daniel experienced the pleasure of having his ass penetrated by a man for the first time. He wanted it all.

Terry's hand would find it's way into the opening of Daniel's GI - running a finger over a nipple. testing.

Daniel's eyes would flutter closed as he bit that bottom lip, then moan. His head dropping so his chin was resting on his chest.

He'd want relief, but wouldn't be able to take his hands off the mirror, where they were bracing him against the onslaught of Terry’s hips as he thrust his cock in and out, in and out, circling his hips, searching.

Wouldn't be hard, he thought smugly, to get his dick where Daniel would need it to cum, huge and thick in Daniel's much smaller body.

Once he had it, he would make him scream - wreck him.

He'd hit it dead on, in a brutal thrust, and Daniel would shout, cum splattering on the mirror from his untouched cock.

HIs ass would clamp down, milking Terry's cock as it pulsed inside, filling his boy with warmth. His cock shiny as he pulled out of Daniel's trembling, spent body, looking at his face in the mirror.

However, it’s no longer the Daniel of 30 years ago, but the Daniel he sees in the ad, playing on loop, somehow more beautiful which, Terry didn't think was possible. 30 years older now, but still his boy, through and through. Make no mistake.

He’d made his claim, left his mark on Daniel, indelible - in bloody knuckles and twisted confusion with the poison and lies he fed his mind - all those years ago. Now, he thought, he'd lay that claim in other ways.

He sees it now, this Daniel begging, "Please, just one more lesson Mr. Silver, please."

And he'd give it to him. He'd absolutely ruin him for anyone else after.

But, this Daniel, oh this Daniel would already know how to take a man's cock.

How to grind back, work that ass to get the most pleasure out of Terry's cock as it slipped in and out of his wet hole.

How to spread those lean legs, how to angle those slim hips for Terry to grip, his large hands easily covering them. The contrast of pale white against olive skin.

Or, maybe it would be Daniel gracefully falling to his knees, looking up at Terry - those same doe eyes, not so innocent this time - his cum dripping out of Daniel's ass onto the mat.

"Thank you" he would say, breathlessly, "for my lesson, SENSEI," exaggerating the title for emphasis, as Terry came on his face.

Wait, hadn't he just come in his ass?

Fuck it, he thought, it's a fantasy. He'd be covered in it by the time they were done.

Daniel would lick his lips of any drops that had fallen onto that perfectly full bottom lip. That still stupidly young looking face made prettier covered in Terry's seed.

"Come for your sensei" he'd command, Daniel slipping his hand under the bottom of his GI, which covered his crotch, moaning in relief as he cupped himself.

He's widen his stance, use a hand to brace himself on the floor as he rocked forward and back into his fist.

Maybe he'd reach back, gather some of Terry's cum, somehow still leaking out of his ass, despite the puddle on the floor, and use it on his own cock.

"Like this, Sir" he'd ask, faux innocence.

Now, Terry would get Daniel on all fours. spread those perfect cheeks, his ass glistening with lube and Terry's seed - truly marked in the most intimate way now.

He'd lick over that hole, Daniel jerking forward, trying to get away - the sensation too much, yet oh so good, on his over sensitive hole. But, Terry would be too strong - like he always was - for Daniel to break away. Brusies forming on delicate hips as he squirmed, Terry's grip tightening in silent warning. His boy was going nowhere.

Terry finally burying his face in that ass, Daniel sobbing and begging for mercy - "Please sensei, please."

But no mercy would be given. Because they were Cobra Kai.

Strike first (he had).
Strike hard (he had).
No Mercy (not now, not ever).

Terry was suddenly brought out of his fantasy as the ad stopped for some reason. He looked down as his own hand covered in cum.

He scrubbed his face and hit play again.

Thank the seven heavens for you filling this! (Not op) but damn that was... something else. And the way Terry is in the middle of his fantasy reminded that it's his fantasy is so funny. I also really enjoy that this started out with young Daniel and ends with older 'more experienced' Daniel.

Hi I’m the OP here, and holy shit. This is everything I wanted and THEN SOME. I can’t even say how happy I am with this fill, it’s just so good.

For a while there, when Terry was thinking of younger!Daniel, I didn’t know if he was thinking of a fantasy or a memory, but I think it’s fantasy.

And I REALLY LOVE the bits and pieces of possessiveness in there, that in Terry’s eyes, Daniel is “his boy through and through” even beyond the years they’ve been apart.

I really liked that moment where his fantasy contradicts itself snd he’s like “Fuck it” because honestly that was surprisingly relatable. And wow Terry wants to do a lot with Daniel LOL (also surprisingly relatable).

AND THAT CLIMACTIC MOMENT WITH THE COBRA KAI MANTRA HOLY SHIT.

I’m dead. This glorious fic murdered me and I am grateful to die. THANK YOU SO MUCH.

You’re welcome! Thanks for the awesome idea. You are correct, it was all a fantasy - I’m sorry, I probably should have made that more clear.
Personally I did love that line - him remembering that it’s a fantasy. Made me laugh.
Glad you liked the Mantra - I remembered last minute you requested original dialogue from the movie
Hope I hit all the other bonus points lol

I am DECEASED. Can there be TOO much of a good thing??? Am I allowed to just HAVE this whenever??? -pinches self- It's just too good!!!!!

First of all. The edging was magnificent.

Second;

"Maybe next time i'll have you on all fours, my cock fucking that perfect mouth while Amanda's cock fills that needy little hole."

Arousal shots through her core - now THAT is an idea.

YES. Please don't leave thirsty bitches hanging! It's me, I'm thirsty bitches. Oh man, I am just over the moon this exists and that all parties involved are in enthusiastic agreement that Daniel needs to be filled, everywhere, at all times.

Third, Daniel initiating the feminization and calling his own asshole a "cunt" was GLORIOUS. I love how Amanda just comes instantly from THAT, good GOD. DANIEL. The power he has. And oh sweet jesus, dominant Johnny giving commands, letting Amanda take a break to just enjoy the view, ahhhhh.

And this, Johnny thinks, is what Daniel was made for. To be fucked. To be filled. To be owned. Cherished.

A resounding applause for THAT.

"Good boy" is whispered in the quiet of the room.

Pulitzer prize!!!

And once again, I am encouraging you to post this on ao3! -slams table- ESPECIALLY after part 3.

Thank you for participating in making a beautiful fill for this kink meme! I hope it's okay that I put it in under the "Report your fills" section. If not let me know.

Alpha!Amanda and omega!Carmen during Carmen’s heat.

+ bonus background alpha!Johnny/omega!Daniel with past alpha!Amanda/omega!Daniel

++ OR foursome with alphas Amanda and Johnny sharing omegas Carmen and Daniel whose heat cycle happens to be in sync this time. can be established poly or just the 2 couples trying this out for the first time. possible scenario for the latter: the two couples are on a double-date (idk dinner-and-a-movie night at home) when Carmen/Daniel go into unexpected heat at the same time and it’s just kinda super overpowering, all the pheromones and auroral in the air...

*pheromones and arousal in the air
/op

Johnny, Daniel, and Amanda are trapped somewhere. Johnny and Daniel have been at each others throats and Amanda suggests that they all have sex, since there is literally nothing else to do and she's tired of them arguing. Bottom Johnny please.

Daniel starts off angry and rough, expecting a fight for dominance between him and Johnny. Imagine his surprise when Amanda moves Johnny's mouth from her pussy and pushes it onto Daniel's cock and Johnny goes to town. Would love if Amanda preps Johnny for Daniel.

Rivals Daniel and Johnny who have a ton of UST are somehow stranded together and have to share body heat to avoid hypothermia. It ends in naked frottage or sex (dom Johnny). CK or KK but must be over 18.

Johnny knew it was wrong. It was never that he thought it was okay, or anything like that. He hadn’t meant to let it happen, had never even thought about it. He wondered how many how many coaches banging the head cheerleader had said that. He knew it sounded like an excuse, he knew it did, even though it was true. Not that it being true made it any better; he was still letting it happen. He didn’t start it, he was never the one to start it, but he still let it happen. He should’ve known there was a catch from the beginning, when Miguel wanted to hang around him all the time.

The first time happens one night when he’s in his office at the dojo late, staring at the bills that are piling up despite all the new students, and instead of dealing with them he’s just staring at them, drinking. By the time Miguel appears in the doorway, Johnny’s so drunk he can’t even read the words “past due” anymore. He hadn’t realized the kid was still here.

“Sensei?”

Johnny starts and looks up at him.

“What’re you doing here?” Johnny mumbles, trying to blink away a bit of the fog, but getting that feeling he’s past the point of return.

“I was cleaning out the storage room. Like you asked me to?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks.”

“Is everything okay Sensei?”

“Yeah, just. Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

He looks back down at the bills and Miguel wanders over to stand next to him.

“Stressed about money?” he says, and Johnny shrugs. Miguel continues, “I’m sure we’ll be okay, we got a lot of new students this month.”

“Yeah, probably.”

“So you shouldn’t stress about it. Stress can take years off your life, did you know that? They told us that in health class.”

“Yeah, well, easier said than done, kid.”

Miguel is silent for a moment, which is unlike him, motormouth that he usually is, and Johnny thinks maybe he’s going to leave. Which would somehow seems both disappointing and like a relief. If Miguel leaves he’s left alone again, to what? To fill the garbage can up with more bottles? But on the other hand, if he leaves, maybe Johnny can just pass out without worrying if he’s being a bad role model or whatever.

“You just need something to distract you,” Miguel says finally.

“Yeah, whatever,” Johnny mumbles, and expects the kid to pipe up with some obviously out of the question example, like getting a hobby or something. But again he falls silent, and this time Johnny looks up, to make sure that he’s actually there, that Johnny didn’t just imagine the conversation.

When he looks up Miguel is standing closer than he’d realized, leaning against the desk, face not six inches from Johnny’s. Johnny pulls his head back, and Miguel bites his lip.

“Maybe I can help,” he says softly. Johnny swivels the chair towards him and gets ready to head off whatever lame idea he’s got, but Miguel sweeps forward and kisses him. Johnny yanks his head away and has to take a minute of trying to focus his vision on the filing cabinet. He was drunk, but he wasn’t hallucinating drunk, right?

“What the fuck,” he says belatedly. “I don’t know what kind of new age shit they’re teaching you in school, kid, but that’s not-”

Before he can finish the sentence Miguel’s on his knees in front of him, and Johnny’s legs had already been kind of open, and now Miguel’s between them, saying, “Just let me help you, Sensei, I can help,” and his hands are on Johnny’s stomach, are undoing his pants. Maybe it was the slow reaction that made the kid think it was okay, and Johnny wants to say I wasn’t hesitating I was just processing that shit, but Miguel’s got his pants open and Johnny can’t seem to move his mouth.

He goes to push Miguel away, but somehow his hands just land on Miguel’s shoulders and stay there. He maintains that he means to tell Miguel to stop until he gets his mouth on his dick. And his dick is already hard. When did that happen? And at some point Johnny finds himself with his head back on the chair, staring at the ceiling, his hand cradling the back of the kid’s neck, getting his dick sucked. Before and after it definitely occurs to him that this is wrong, but in the moment all he can think, as much as he can think anything, is that the kid is right. It feels good, and it’s been a long time since anyone’s had Johnny in this position, and the bills are the furthest possible thing from his mind right now.

When he comes (down the kid’s throat, because even though Johnny mumbles out a warning, Miguel doesn’t pull away) he falls asleep almost instantly. It’s a deep, dreamless sleep, the best he’s gotten in a while, since he started trying to drink less, although he wakes up in the chair and can barely move his neck. He knows immediately what happened, and that it was real, even though there’s no evidence of it. Miguel had put everything away and zipped his pants back up, which for some reason is the things that makes Johnny’s face flush. But what is he supposed to do? It happened, and it can never happen again, but he can’t fixate on it. Regret does not exist in this dojo.

Of course, it does happen again. Johnny doesn’t mean for it to, has been careful to treat Miguel the same as usual during classes, makes a point to leave the dojo right after, half the time just hanging out (hiding) in his car across the parking lot until Miguel leaves with the rest of the kids. But after a couple weeks, he gets comfortable. The whole thing starts to seem like a dream, almost laughable to think about it (almost. Johnny’s not laughing yet. Not when he avoids Miguel’s eyes during class, and not when he jerks off at home thinking of nothing until the memory of Miguel’s mouth hot and wet around his dick comes back to him and he comes over his fist harder than he has in a while).

Anyway, he lets himself get careless, and heads to his office after a Saturday class to go over some stupid tax forms he’s suppose to send in by Monday. Maybe it’s because the class ends in the afternoon, and in the daylight is when it seems so implausible, so ridiculous that Johnny can almost convince himself he doesn’t believe it happened. Or, it seems that way until Miguel appears over his shoulder again while he’s rubbing his forehead, on his third beer, staring at the forms. Johnny can hate himself for it later, but the first thing he does it look to see if the door is shut. It is.

He doesn’t even try to stop Miguel this time. He mutters a half-hearted, “We shouldn’t be doing this,” when Miguel’s already got Johnny’s dick in his hand.

“I just want to help, Sensei,” Miguel says, face wide open and earnest, and Johnny has to close his eyes.

It’s not like the kid’s great at sucking dick (he obviously hasn’t got much, if any, experience, and the burning Johnny feels in his gut at that might be guilt and it might not be) but what he lacks in skill he makes up for in enthusiasm. It’s wet and sloppy and with how fast Johnny comes he doesn’t have any room to complain.

The third time it happens Johnny’s been thinking about it more and he can’t figure out if Miguel’s into him or if he’s doing this out of some weird need for approval, because Johnny never asked for this but he can’t imagine why a kid, any kid, let alone Miguel, would be into him. So the third time it happens, before it happens, when Miguel’s standing next to his chair and puts a hand on his shoulder he says, “You don’t have to do this.” It’s the closest they’ve come to talking about it. Last time Miguel slipped out of the dojo when Johnny went to the bathroom to clean up, and when else are they supposed to discuss it? During class?

“I know that, Sensei.”

Johnny cringes.

“Don’t-you don’t need to call me that when we’re not in class.”

“Okay, sorry, um. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

Johnny still hasn’t looked at Miguel, looking at his desk still, not seeing anything, rubbing his forehead.

“I don’t have to do any of this,” Miguel stresses, the hand on Johnny’s shoulders flexing, and he before Johnny can say, then why are you? He mumbles, “I want to.”

The time after that is the first time Miguel rides him. Johnny doesn’t see it coming (literally, his eyes are closed) until Miguel’s got his hands on the arms of Johnny’s chair and Johnny opens his eyes in time to see Miguel climbing into his lap, pants-less, long, lean legs folding under the armrests, on either side of Johnny’s thighs.

“Can I?” he says, and Johnny almost laughs because he’s asking that now? But then Johnny realizes it’s the first time he’s asked. Not that Johnny couldn’t have stopped him at any time before, but this is the first time Johnny has to say it, has a single moment like this to say no, it stops here. And that’s what he should say, but instead he nods mutely, and the kid sinks down onto his dick. And just like all the other times, his mind goes instantly, blissfully, blank. He grabs Miguel’s hips tight, and Miguel cries out. He loosens his grip until it’s just enough to control Miguel’s movements, to slow him down a bit. Johnny opens his eyes and stares straight ahead at the dip in Miguel’s collarbone, at his smooth, brown chest. His ass is tight, but not painfully tight, and wet, like he’d gotten himself ready, like he planned this whole thing. Johnny can’t help the feeling that this has gotten out of his control, that’s it’s always been out of his control, but he instead of resisting the feeling he floats in it, pretends for the moment that he doesn’t have a choice, and lets himself get that much closer to coming. Miguel gasps in his ear as Johnny pulls his hips down, ass meeting thighs on every thrust. Eyes glazing over, Johnny just sees in his periphery when Miguel wraps a hand around his own dick, jerking himself off. Johnny nudges his elbow back and replaces the hand with his own, not moving it so much as letting Miguel’s dick pump into fist as he rides him. He digs the fingers of his other hand into Miguel’s ass, and the kid comes all over the front of Johnny’s t-shirt. Johnny follows soon after, and closes his eyes when he comes. He sits like that, with his eyes closed, taking careful, even breaths as Miguel disentangles himself. He opens them to see Miguel hopping on one foot, trying to get his pants back on, and maybe it shouldn’t, but it makes Johnny smile.

Still looking down at his belt, Miguel says, “Feeling better?” and it makes something stick in Johnny’s throat until Miguel looks up with a smug smile and it passes.

“Little shit,” he mutters, smiling too as he turns back to the insurance documents he’d been looking over when Miguel came in. And just like that, it’s normal between them again, like nothing happened. At least, it feels that way until Miguel leaves, half an hour later, and Johnny sits back in his chair only to look down and remember his shirt’s covered in come.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself, and resolves to stop it the next time.

He doesn’t stop it the next time.

It gets to the point where Johnny’s back to getting drunk every night just in case it does happen, gets drunk because Miguel’s never tried to come onto him when he’s sober, and Johnny doesn’t know what he’d do if he did. It always happens under the pretense of helping Johnny de-stress, but between running the dojo, Kreese being back, and the forever increasing antics with LaRusso, it seems Johnny’s always got something to be stressed about, and Miguel always knows it.

And the pretense isn’t a lie, because it works. The business records, insurance, taxes, hell, even the lesson plans are in better shape than they’ve ever been. There’s so many goddamn things to worry about running a business, but every time Miguel leaves his office, Johnny wakes up in the morning with a clear head and a sense of purpose, and gets it all done.

It’s been going on for months—not all the time, of course, not even once a week, but maybe as much as once every two or three—by the time LaRusso finds out about Kreese and confronts him about it. And come on, it’s not like Johnny doesn’t have it on his radar, he has Kreese under control, right? But the confrontation leaves him shaken in his faith anyway. Less his faith in Kreese, which already had it’s cracks, and more in his faith in his own judgement—was there something LaRusso saw that he was missing? Or was the guy just being a cock, as always?

So of course when Miguel peeks around the door to his office, here at god knows what time of night for god knows what bullshit reason, they end up in the same position as usual, but this time it’s not working for Johnny; his stress isn’t the same low-rent buzz of having to read fucking fine print or trying to make two numbers add up that won’t.

“I’m sorry kid,” he says, pushing Miguel away, and like he needs a reason to explain himself, “today is just not-”

“You wanna try something else?”

Johnny doesn’t know what “something else” looks like, and is afraid to ask at this point, but he shrugs warily, in a way he knows Miguel will take as yes.

Miguel pulls himself off the floor with his hands on Johnny’s knees, his mouth colliding with Johnny’s in what first seems like an accident, but is his sloppy attempt at kissing. The kid kisses like he sucks dick—unskilled but eager, too much tongue and not enough actual action. But much like the way he sucks dick, Johnny doesn’t complain about it; he lets the kid kiss him for a few seconds before pulling back just a fraction of an inch, their noses still touching, Miguel’s eyelashes brushing his cheek. He can feel more than see Miguel’s nervous inhale, biting his lip, before he says in a rush, “IwasthinkingmaybethistimeIcouldfuckyou.”

After a stunned moment, Johnny lets out a noise that he meant to be a laugh but sounds more like, well, he doesn’t know what it sounds like, but it’s not a laugh.

“I mean, if you wanted to,” Miguel says, like he’s backtracking, but Johnny nods mutely.

“Yeah,” he says, and his voice is unexpectedly hoarse. He licks his lips. “Yeah, we can do that.”

That’s how he finds himself over his desk on his elbows, pants around his ankles, as Miguel pushes into him front behind, condom, lube, and everything, giving Johnny the feeling once again that was never making any of the decisions all along, just unwittingly following the plan. But it’s a pretty good plan.

“Have you ever done this before, Sensei?” Miguel says in a tight voice, holding back a groan as he bottoms out. Johnny opens his mouth in a silent gasp, glad he’s facing away from Miguel as he adjusts to the feeling.

What the fuck is Johnny supposed to say to that anyway? That he’s had a few cocks up his ass before, but never made it into a habit?

“I told you ah—I told you not to call me that,” he says instead of answering.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Well, is there something I can call you?”

“Jesus Christ,” Johnny grunts. Miguel laughs, a far cry from the nervous kid he was when Johnny met him, and it makes Johnny feel somehow both proud and annoyed at the same time.

“John,” he says finally, catching his breath after a few more thrusts. It’s technically his name, but nobody else calls him that, so he doesn’t have to think about this every time someone talks to him. But Miguel doesn’t say it; he just lets a shaky breath out as he speeds up the agonizing push-pull of his hips.

“Fuck, kid,” Johnny says, knuckles going white around the edge of the desk as Miguel hits just the right spot, and a white hot flare of pleasure courses through him.

Miguel echoes him, whispers, “Fuck.” He doesn’t understand how to hit the spot again (probably doesn’t exactly understand what he’s done at all) but he makes his next thrusts deep, looking for it.

Johnny lets himself get lost in the mismatched rhythm of it, half loving the actual feeling of it, half loving the mindlessness of it, 100% feeling miles away from fucking Kreese, and LaRusso, and the lot of them. It’s like nothing exists outside of this office.

Finally Miguel finds the right angle again (by accident, Johnny’s guessing), and hits it hard, over and over, no sense of subtlety, no sense pacing. Johnny doesn’t care, doesn’t have room to care, with the electric sensation filling his whole body, filling his head until it pushes out his ability to care about anything. He’s making noise, but it’s not words, and he can’t stop himself; just a long groan that gets choked off every time hips come flush with his ass.

Johnny comes without touching himself; he doesn’t even realize it’s going to happen until it’s washing over him, his dick spurting on the underside of the desk, and everything getting sharper as he comes down, starts feeling oversensitive. He doesn’t have to feel that way long, though, before Miguel stills, and, with a long moan, pulses inside of Johnny.

Johnny manages to hold himself up on his legs made of jelly until Miguel pulls out, and then he drops to his knees, just getting his pants up before his ass hits the floor. He props himself up against the desk, leaning back against the drawers, ignoring the drawer handle digging into his back so he can have a moment to regain a little dignity.

Miguel finishes cleaning himself up, and slides down against the filing cabinet across from him, mirroring Johnny’s pose, knees up, arms resting loosely over them.

Johnny watches him get situated, and meets his eyes for a brief moment, before leaning his head back.

“Thanks, kid,” he says after a minute, still breathing hard, and it’s the first time he’s said it, even though he feels it every time. Miguel smiles and closes his eyes.

“Any time, Sensei.”

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