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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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From: (Anonymous)

KK: Johnny/Kreese, Underage/Daddy Kink

(After Johnny takes second place in the tournament, Kreese decides Johnny needs some private lessons. Cue Kreese and Johnny negotiating a Daddy/little relationship per the prompt. It definitely has some Dom/sub undertones with a dash of praise kink and humiliation. Some exhibitionism. Johnny likes the opportunity to let go and stop making decisions. Kreese does not try to choke Johnny after the tournament in this universe.)

Punishment and Praise

“Tell me what we agreed, Johnny,” said Kreese, pitching his voice low as he paced behind the boy in the backroom of the dojo.

Johnny’s voice shook as he answered, his whole body trembling as he held himself in a plank position. “Tonight, I’m being punished for getting second place. But after I endure my punishment, I need to move on. Stop feeling bad about it.”

“Hmm, that’s right, Johnny. Because you’re a good boy, right?”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Good. You can stand up now.”

Johnny’s knees buckled as he tried to stand. Kreese caught him and pulled him up, steadying him as he swayed on his feet.

Relief spread through him as blood started rushing back to his limbs, his head. How long had Kreese had him in that position? So long, too long.

Johnny sighed, his eyes glazed, sweat dripping from his hair as he watched Kreese circle him.

“How good have you been for me, baby boy? Did you finish your homework today?”

Johnny felt warmth spread through his chest because he could answer this one.

“Yes, Sensei,” he said proudly, smiling.

“Very good, sweetheart. And did you train and stretch at home?”

Another smile. “Yes, Sensei!”

“And your drinking, Johnny, baby boy, I know you’ve been trying so hard. How did you do this week?”

Johnny’s smile faltered and he said, “I, umm, I did okay, Sensei.”

“You did okay? That sounds like you drank more than the limit we discussed. Is that what happened, baby?”

Johnny’s voice dropped low and soft, disappointed, “Yes, Sensei.”

Kreese let out a low hum and said, “That’s fine Johnny. I think we’ll combine your punishments today, for this and the tournament. Now go out to the front and get down on all fours, facing the mirrors.”

Johnny wanted to protest. He hated watching himself but didn’t dare whine about it. It was part of his punishment, and like Sensei said, good boys don’t whine.

“Leave your clothes here, sweetheart.”

Johnny had only taken a half step toward the door, but he stopped and stripped off his sweat soaked t-shirt and sweatpants. Letting them fall to the floor.

He walked out into the dark front room of the dojo, placing his hands and knees carefully on the mats, meeting his own wide eyes in the mirror.

He watched as Kreese settled behind him on his knees, running his warm, rough palm down Johnny’s thighs, pushing them farther apart.

Johnny shivered when he felt his Sensei’s fingers at his entrance, slowly circling, while his other hand slid up along his chest and started pinching and rubbing at his nipples. He could feel Kreese’s warm weight covering him and pressed against him, humming in pleasure.

He felt Kreese’s wide fingers slide into him, slippery with lube. He willed himself not to moan. He liked to let his mind wander and just get lost in the pleasure, but staring at himself in the mirror forced him to stay present, to feel every sensation. It was embarrassing and overwhelming. He could already feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Kreese watched Johnny bite his bottom lip as he pulled his fingers out. He quickly guided himself into Johnny, only pausing once every inch was buried in Johnny’s soft, pliable body. He could feel him clenching around him, trying to get used to the width. His head slumped toward the floor.

Kreese reached over and grabbed Johnny’s hair, forcing him to look at the mirror. Johnny let his mouth hang open, panting. His muscles were already so tired.

“Good boy,” Kreese said, rubbing his hand up and down Johnny’s side. “You’re so good for me. And remember, you can’t come until Daddy says so, right?”

Johnny clenched hard around the thick length inside him, “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy,” Kreese said as he started to move, a slow slide in and out, watching Johnny’s tight hole stretch around him as his thighs and arms shook. “You’re tired, aren’t you, baby boy?”

Johnny whimpered and nodded.

“Hold on just a little longer for me baby.”

“Daddy, please,” Johnny moaned, arms and legs barely holding himself up anymore.

Kreese grabbed his hips and started fucking him harder and faster, jolting his slim body with every thrust, forcing out little whimpers and moans. Tears were streaming down Johnny’s face now, his eyes flicking between his own reflection and the ground.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Come here.”

He pulled Johnny up against his chest, sliding his hand down to stroke him, feeling his muscles begin to tense up.

“Okay baby boy, you can come for Daddy. You did so good, watching me fuck you. That was difficult wasn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Johnny breathed.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you baby. We didn’t get to your punishment for the tournament yet.”

Johnny whimpered and struggled, not sure what to expect.

“Don’t worry baby, it’s not too bad. It’s just, we’re about to have a visitor.”

Johnny whipped his head to the side as Kreese pumped him faster. The door to the dojo opened and a familiar head of dark hair appeared around the corner.

“Hello? Umm, I was supposed to …” Larusso trailed off as he took in the scene in front of him, Johnny naked and pressed up against Kreese, flushed red and so close to coming.

Kreese whispered in Johnny’s ear, even as Johnny tried to struggle, tears coming faster now, “Come for Daddy.”

Johnny was powerless to stop it. He had been so close to the edge. His muscles contracted as Kreese stroked and fucked him through his orgasm. He felt his Sensei’s warm release fill him as he slumped back against him.

Wide-eyed, Daniel backed out of the dojo and took off down the sidewalk.

Johnny was sobbing now, turned back into Kreese’s chest, nosing at his neck.

Kreese gathered him in his arms, wiped away his tears, and whispered, “You did such a good job, sweetheart.”

“Daddy…”

“It’s okay baby boy. We won’t ever do anything like that again. That was your punishment and now you can leave it behind.”

Johnny sniffled and nodded, climbing into his lap.

From: (Anonymous)

Not OP but holy hell thank you for this food. Daniel coming in is inspired! I’m so fucked up thinking about what CK!era Johnny would be like in this universe.

From: (Anonymous)

Thank you! OP wanted Daniel to find out so I figured this would be a nice dramatic way for him to find out lol.

CK!era Johnny with this dynamic in his past, woah! I like to think Kreese would use his manipulative power for good and maybe help Johnny have the life he wants but that's just my personal bias.