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larussos-left-sock · 18 hours
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Teasing The CK/KK Characters During a Lesson
Johnny Lawrence: Johnny Lawrence would likely be taken aback at first, but he is not patient or teasing ever. A sly grin curves his lips as he returns their gaze and he says aloud "Let me show you a new move." his hands wander over your curves with a possessive hunger, fingers squeezing. You feel something hot and hard pressed against your ass as ruts into it. "Keep acting like a hoe, I might have to just slip it in here.”
Daniel LaRusso: You bend over to stretch, making sure he's looking and keep your movements slow and deliberate. Daniel's eyes widen as he stares. "See something you like, Mr. LaRusso?" Daniel swallows hard, struggling to maintain his composure. "I, uh," he stammers, his cheeks flushing crimson as he averts his gaze. "I should probably, um, focus on the lesson." Yeah, try to with this raging boner... Fuck.
John Kreese: "You think this is funny? You're playing with fire, sweetheart." you meet his glare with a defiant smirk, "Just trying to get your attention, Sensei." He steps behind her, "You want my attention? You're about to get it." With swift precision, he grabs you by the arm, pulling you into him"You've been a naughty little tease," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "And you know what happens to naughty girls in my dojo." You stammer, "Sensei, I—" And with that, he delivers a sharp smack to your ass and then gropes at the globes, the sound echoing through the dojo.you gasp in surprise, feeling the sting of his hand against your skin through the gi. (apparently nobody noticed).
Terry Silver: Terry Silver's eyes narrow to slits as he watches his crush's brazen behavior. "How dare you," he snarls, his voice laced with venomous rage. "You think you can show those 'fuck-me' eyes in public? You belong to me, and you'll learn to behave like it." Silver's grip tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh with a cruel intensity. Silver's possessive rage consumes him, driving him to the brink of madness. "You want to act like a slut?" he snarls, his voice filled with deranged fury. "Fine. I'll treat you like one." With a violent shove, he forces you to your knees, "Open your mouth," he commands, “right now, and everyone will see what happens to disobedient little sluts in my dojo." you stand still on your knees and he drags you by the hair to his office.
Miguel Diaz: You smile widens as you lean in closer to your classmate, your breath brushing against his ear. "You know, you look really good in that gi," you whisper, batting your lashes as he sweeps you to the foor. Miguel's cheeks burn hotter at te bold compliment, but a mischievous glint enters his eyes, "You should see me out of it sometime." Your eyes widen and you ask, "Is that an invitation?" Miguel grins, wrapping a hand around your neck once he had you pinned. "You'll just have to wait and see."
Hawk: Hawk smirks when he sees you, his hands itching to touch every inch of your body. "You want to know what I'm gonna do to you?" he murmurs as Sensei drawls on. "I'm gonna take you in my car, and I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight." Your breath hitches at his explicit words, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of what's to come. "Please" you whimper. "Yeah, baby. Gave me a fucking boner and you're gonna take care of it."
Demetri: "What are you staring at?" he gasps, "Oh my god, are you holding in a fart or something? You can go to the bathroom! Mr. LaRusso doesn't mind. You don't even have to ask, babe, really."
Kyler: "Meet me in the broom closet, sexy. I'll give you what you want." POV you actually weren't even looking at him.... ew
Samantha LaRusso: her cheeks flare with a vivid crimson hue as she locks eyes with you during the karate lesson, feeling a surge of heat flood her entire being. "Um, hey," she stammers, her voice trembling. Your eyes twinkle with amusement at her flustered state. "Hey, Sam," they reply, their tone friendly and inviting, clearly enjoying the effect you’re having on her. "Is your pussy as pink as your face?" Sam's mind races as she searches for something, anything, to say in response, but her thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving her speechless. Your smile widens as you step closer, "You know, you look really cute when you're all flustered."
Tory Nichols: She smirked as she saw your half-lidded eyes moving up and down her body. As you sparred later on, in front of the whole class, she pinned you to the mat, her lips dangerously close to their ear. "I want you," she whispers, her words a demand rather than a request. "I'm going to take you to the locker room, and I'm going to make you eat me out until you can only smell my cunt in your nose for days after."
Robby Keene: He's intrigued by the intensity of your stare, a flush rising to his cheeks. "You're staring," he remarks, bluntly. "Can you blame me? You fucked me sooo good last night, babe." Robby's breath catches in his throat "I know, you loved that, didn't you? Such a slut for me, even at practice." You cup a hand over your mouth at his words, heartbeating faster. "Keep looking at me like that and you'll have so much cum on your face, you won't be able to breathe."
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larussos-left-sock · 19 hours
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Hello! Do you think that Kreese would date a LaRusso!Reader? do you think he’d ever love one or just using them to hurt Daniel? Also— love that you write vampire stuff abt the characters because THEYRE HAWTTT IN THE 80s. Thanks for considering!
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More ai art haha
Well...
Terry: "Well, well, well, look at you, Johnny, all hot and bothered over some piece of ass. So, spill it, who's the little vixen that's got you worked up?"
Kreese: "She's a fucking goddess, Terry. Tits like ripe melons and an ass that just won't quit. Every time I see her, I can't help but imagine all the fucking awful things I'd do to her. And you know I usually am not like some cunt-stricken dog. It honestly takes me off guard everytime I see her."
Terry: "Goddamn, Johnny, you're making my dick hard just thinking about it. So, what's your move? How you gonna get her into your bed?"
Kreese: "I'm gonna have to charm the shit out of her, Terry. Show her a good time, make her feel like she's never felt before. And when she's begging for it, I'll give it to her good and hard so she can't walk for days after."
Terry: "Fuck yeah, Johnny! That's what I'm talking about. But watch your back, man. You never know when some other horny bastard might try to slide in and steal your fucktoy."
Kreese: "She won't be my 'fucktoy', unless she wants to... Let 'em try. I'll fucking destroy anyone who gets in my way. This girl's mine, Terry. And no one's gonna take her from me."
Terry: "Oh... so you're serious about her then? I guess you're not really one who sleeps around. So, who is she? I can have one of my guys force her into your arms, huh? I tell 'em to rough her up a bit, nothing to extreme, and you swoop in to save her?"
Kreese: "Well... that's the problem. She's LaRusso's oldest."
Terry: "Holy shit, Johnny! You're telling me you've been drooling over Daniel's own flesh and blood? Now that's some twisted shit right there. But it's hot. If you weren't so into her, I might try and take her for a ride"
Kreese: "You have no idea, Terry. She's fucking beautiful, and the thought of sinking my teeth into her... it's enough to make my cock rock hard, alone. And you can't have her 'cause you're still hung up on her dad."
Terry: "Fuck me sideways, Johnny. You've got balls of steel. Mm, don't get me started on Danny-boy... Damn the things I'd do to that tight, little ass. She look like him?"
Kreese: "Fuck no! She looks like her mother. The way she moves, the way she looks at me, Twig, it's like she's fucking begging for it. Batting her lashes up at me like a little skank, but god, she's the opposite."
Terry: "Well, I gotta hand it to you, Johnny. You're one sick bastard. But hey, who am I to judge? Just make sure you're ready to deal with the consequences when shit hits the fan."
Kreese: "I'll deal with whatever comes my way, Terry. Because when I finally get my hands on her, she's not going anywhere else."
Terry: "Alright, Johnny, if you're dead set on getting with Daniel's daughter, we gotta be smart about this. You can't just charge in like a a bull and try to stick her with your prick, man."
Kreese: "Agreed, Terry. We need a plan. We'll start by getting her alone, away from prying eyes. Maybe throw a little party, get her a few drinks to loosen her up."
Terry: "Yeah, but we gotta be subtle about it. We can't let Daniel catch wind of what we're up to. The LaRusso's are gonna come to my charity event this friday-- they don't know it's mine and I put her name on the invite since she's like what? 22? 23? Anyways, I'm gonna have Daniel in my bed one way or another so while I'm chatting him up, you go for the girl."
Kreese: "I still can't believe you mated with him. Once she's isolated, I'll make my move. Show her a good time, make her forget all about her goody-two-shoes father and ask her on a date."
Terry: "And if things go south, we'll have a backup plan. We can't afford to let Daniel ruin everything. We'll take him out if we have to."
Kreese: "You mean you'll give his little ass a one way ticket to pound town and fuck his slut hole so brutal that he'll forget he even has kids?"
Terry: "Damn right I will."
Kreese: "That's what I like to hear, Terry. Now let's get to work. We've got a girl to seduce and a rival to... well in a way, destroy. Cobra Kai?"
Terry: "never dies, Johnny!"
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larussos-left-sock · 19 hours
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Hiiii! Can you write out what it would be like to date John Kreese and marry him eventually? It’s probably different for a boy or a girl. I’m a girl so if you would do that cool! Thanks love the works!
Sure! I think I may have done something like this awhile back, but hey, I'm a Kreese girl so why not refresh? It would definetly come with pros and cons though.
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Dating John Kreese:
Dating John Kreese would be intense and passionate. He's a man with both confidence and charisma, not to mention a commanding aura.
When you meet him, there's an undeniable chemistry between you; you have to be attracted to muscles and body hair, though cause he's all man.
John is a traditional man, valuing loyalty and respect above all else.
He'll treat you with chivalry as he was taught since youth, opening doors for you and always making sure you feel protected and cared for. (Yes, he follows the sidewalk rule).
"Dollface" "My girl" "Sweetheart" "Hun"
Sometimes, he'll actually surprise you with his thoughtfulness and affection when you least expect it.
Your dates with John would consist of pleasant outings such as dinner, walking around downtown or seeing a movie.
He LOVES quiet nights in. Cuddling, which leads to fucking, and then more cuddling while you just talk and talk and talk until one of you falls asleep.
John is not one for grand gestures or extravagant displays of affection, but he'll show his love through his actions, whether it's teaching you self-defense techniques, cooking you a homemade meal (even if he's not so much a chef) or holding you tightly whenever it looks like you're down.
In bed, he acts all macho and alpha, but really, he worships the ground you walk on and thanks God that it's you in his bed.
His sexual experience is enough, but he was never really one to fuck around-- even if he acted like it. Getting that close to someone he didn't trust frightened him.
Anyways, he always makes you come before him-- several times to assert his dominance in the fact that he's the only man for you-- before roughly slamming into you until you're sobbing.
Tender, gentle sex happens too; lazy, early morning fucks before he goes to work, anniversary sex, when one of you needs to feel loved etc. He is just very primal.
Marrying John Kreese:
He's fiercely loyal and committed, and once he's chosen you, he'll stop at nothing to protect and provide for you.
The wedding itself would likely be a small, intimate affair, reflecting John's preference for simplicity and authenticity. Surrounded by close friends and family, you'd exchange vows with John, promising to stand by each other through thick and thin. Terry is of course the best man and he grows fond of you after the intial 'You think you're good enough for Johnny, huh?'
As your husband, John would be a the image of strength and stability in your life.
He'll support your goals and ambitions TO A POINT, encouraging you to do as you please so long as it falls in the way he wants you to behave.
would expect you to be a housewife, sorry
He'd work as a special ops trainer or something for the army/government
you would probably be knocked up for a solid three years because once he gets you pregnant the first time... he likes how you look with his kid stuffed inside of you too much for your own good
Terry Silver would be the fun, rich godfather
Still having date night
not having to be the disciplinarian to your children
He is a super good daddy, but a little hot-headed sometimes...
CONS:
marrying John Kreese isn't for the faint of heart. He yells, he throws shit, he drinks; but he never hurts you.
Controlling behavior: John Kreese's strong sense of dominance and authority can lead to controlling behavior in the relationship. He may dictate your actions and decisions, leaving little room for your independence and autonomy.
Manipulative tendencies: In his pursuit of power and control, John Kreese may resort to manipulation tactics to get what he wants. He could use guilt-tripping, gaslighting, or other emotionally abusive behaviors to maintain dominance in the relationship.
Emotional neglect: John Kreese's focus on strength and toughness may lead to emotional neglect in the relationship. He may struggle to express his own emotions, making it difficult for you to feel heard in the relationship.
Difficulty with vulnerability: Due to his past traumas and experiences, John Kreese may have difficulty being vulnerable and opening up emotionally.
Overall, dating and marrying John Kreese would be a rollercoaster ride of passion, devotion, and unwavering loyalty. He may be tough and uncompromising, but beneath it all, he's a man who will love and cherish you for a lifetime and then some. And if you give him a kid... Well, you're never going anywhere, dollface.
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larussos-left-sock · 2 days
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Sexts you’d get from the CK/KK characters
(All characters are 18+)
Johnny Lawrence: I’m rock hard just thinking about you, babe. Need you so bad. About to fucking jerk off in my office if you don’t get your ass over here. ❤️🔥🥵
Daniel LaRusso: I can't stop fantasizing about you, driving me crazy. Every time I close my eyes, I see your beautiful body, sweetheart. Be ready when I get home? ;)
John Kreese: hey dollface, daddy’s throbbing for your pretty little cunt. Wanna give you a couple tongue lashings on your clit so bad. Better be good for me tonight or you won’t be able to sit tomorrow. I’m gonna be home soon. And pull your tits out for me too.
Terry Silver: I want to bury myself deep inside you, make you scream my name until you can’t remember your own. Until your cock-dumb brain thinks your name is simply ‘mine’. Put on that black lace number I bought you, angel. Be on your knees in the sitting room until I get home. We’re gonna play rough tonight.
Amanda LaRusso: hi honey, are you gonna be good for me tonight? Mommy’s had such a loooong day and I want you to help me take off the edge. If you’re good, I’ll do something for you, too xo
Miguel Diaz: I want to grab you by the hair, pull you close, and fuck into you until you pass out. Miss your pussy so much. Miss all of you. (Right after that text): oh hey babe, by the way❤️
Robby Keene: Hey babe, can't stop thinking about you. I've been imagining you on top of me, riding me until we're both out of breath and you’re full of me.
Demetri: I miss having your warmth wrapped around me down there, baby. I’ll be over soon, though. 💙💙
Hawk: Hey babygirl, been thinking about you non-stop. Can't wait to see you tonight and bend you over a fucking table if I have to, take you from behind until you beg me to stop pounding you. I want to make you mine in every way possible.
Samantha LaRusso: hi cutie! I need you to take me tonight, to make me scream your name until I can't think of anything else. Please, I want it so bad. 😝☺️😍
Tory Nichols: hey pretty girl. Thinking of those nice little tits you have. How red your nipples get after I bite on them while you beg for more. I miss your taste, babe. Meet me at your place w your legs spread like you’re my slut like you know you are. 😉
Kyler: send pics. I’m horny. 😈😮‍💨
Yasmine: I am sooooo horny babe. Come here and fill me up like you know I need. Don’t keep me waiting or you can forget it. 💅🏻🫶🏻
Moon: Hey love, feeling so turned on thinking about you. Can't wait to explore each other's vibes tonight. Feeling our bodies mesh together is so beautiful mm.
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larussos-left-sock · 3 days
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Okay, little miss kinky boots
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larussos-left-sock · 3 days
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Hey theree🤪
I was hoping you might answer this request pleeease! So, how would Kreese react if he got Johnny or Terry or someone pregnant (I noticed you think he’d make a good werewolf by the repost and it got me thinking). Would he treat them nice or tell them to toughen up? Thanks!
Alright, alright. You know I'm gonna go with Johnny, but some of the stuff could work w Terry (tho w Terry I feel like Kreese may be the pregnant one oops) or whoever.
Kreerance Pregnancy Headcanons:
When Johnny found out (still having to keep being a werewolf a secret), he was first scared out of his mind, pacing around the house, eating weird food that made Laura take him to the doctor despite his protests.
Then, he was angry at his mate. "What the hell, man?!" he barged into the dojo where he and Kreese worked together, face red and eyes slightly teary.
When Kreese finally put together what Johnny was trying to tell him, he damn-near had a heart-attack. On the outside, though, Johnny could only see a stone-face. Panicking, he grips Kreese by the lapels of his brown leather jacket he dawned and downright screamed at him, "You did this to me, you fucking prick! Now fix it! I can't even-- I don't have a-- Oh my God what did you do to me?!"
Kreese does not approve of this response as he pushes Johnny from his body and crosses those big, strong arms over his chest. What does he even mean? He didn't want to have my kid? How dare he? "It takes two to tango, son. And you were more than willing to dance with me. Don't act like you're innocent in all of this. You wanted it just as much as I did, maybe even more. So don't go pointing fingers now. We're in this together, whether you like it or not."
Johnny would start crying out of frustration, out of anger, out of sadness, back into Kreese's chest. "I don't want it," he sobbed, "Make it go away. I'm gonna out us as werewolves and why did you even have to turn me!? I'm pregant, how the fuck? Oh god, Kreese."
The older man was about ready to pull the boy in, embrace him, stroke his hair, kiss his neck, lick up the side of his face even, but I don't want it? Well that is just unacceptable when he gave him the gift of his child. Ungrateful brat.
"You're keeping it." and Johnny does.
Kreese talks some sense into him then, about what they are, how only true mates could concieve and what this meant for the rest of their lives. Wiping away those pretty tears, the sensei kissed his former champion passionaelty, and just like the traditional man he his, he picked the young man up and spun him around. We're going to have a baby. I'm going to be a father.
as the pregancy progressed, the pair moved out into the cali mountains in a cabin that Kreese had bought as a summer home out of respect for a dead friend of his. There, Johnny could be at peace, not be seen and hopefully deliver their child stress-free.
Johnny's cravings were badddd. But anything he wanted, he would recieve, even if Kreese wouldn't admit how soft he got for his lover. Kreese spoiled him rotten the entire time. Pickles and ice cream? Sure. Raw meat on cake? He'll have it.
Only three people visit during the nine months and that's Bobby, Terry and Laura.
Bobby is absolutley dumbfounded that one, sensei and his bestfriend are fucking and two, that Johnny was somehow pregant.
Laura was not a happy camper that her twenty-yer-old son was with a man fifteen years his senior and already pregnant within a year of dating him, but she loved her little boy, so of course she held him when he was frightened of the whole birthing thing.
Terry found them a doctor (also a wolf) that specialized in these types of pregnancies. Only the best for his Captain.
Kreese and Johnny fought about three main things:
Whether or not to baptize the baby (John is a traditional man, goddamn it! He's gonna have that baby dipped in the holy water one way or another)
Who would be the godparents
Well, actually they just started banging after a fight started
Kreese never found Johnny more gorgeous than he was carrying their child
Johnny never felt more loved than how gentle and somehwat sweet Kreese was to him this whole time-- even when Johnny had mood swings.
Hot pregnancy dirty talk: "I'm gonna have you begging for it, stomach filled with my fucking kid. Gonna have you on your back, legs spread wide, and I'll suck on every inch of you. And when that baby's squirming inside you, I'll be pounding you like there's no tomorrow."
Kreese internally freaking out watching Johnny's C-section that Terry has to talk him down from a)stabbing the doctor and b) hating his baby for hurting his other baby.
No matter how many times Kreese though over the drill, watching Johnny be cut into; nothing could have prepared him for that.
When Johnny looks into those big blue eyes for the first time, his eyes, he starts crying. I promise I'll be a good daddy. I promise. I'll never leave you. I'll take care of you.
When Kreese holds their little one for the first time, noticing he has his nose and his lover's hair, a sense of possessiveness grips him, along with just pure pride. He truly believed this baby was the best baby in the whole world and every other baby sucked. He wouldn't admit it if a tear came to his eye.
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"Well, we can't name it John.”
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larussos-left-sock · 3 days
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Terry Silver x Reader/OC
Please drop a comment on it w more fic ideas if you got any!
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larussos-left-sock · 3 days
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 10000 likes!
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larussos-left-sock · 4 days
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Stop this is so funny😭. More people better get posting abt them🙄
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larussos-left-sock · 4 days
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What kinks do you think old Kreese and Silver would have?
So I feel they’d keep A LOT from their younger days. I’ll make a list of what the main ones I think they’d indulge in most would be.
John Kreese:
- degradation: Kreese is both a sadist and masochist. Though he is more private about the second, the first he’s loud and proud about. Being mean gets him off. So of course, in a captain’s tone, he will tell his partner exactly what they’re good for and that’s his pleasure.
- marking: Biting, sucking, slapping— anything that will bruise s/o’s skin enough to remind them who they belong to. He loves to come home to see you in one of his shirts; thighs covered in angry, red splotches some turning purple. His cock twitches in his pants at just the sight and then get ready to be bent over whatever the nearest surface is. A gentleman, he never leaves marks where others can see unless he has a reason to.
- Daddy Kink: Jesus Christ. This man has the biggest daddy kink you’ve ever seen. His domineering, commanding nature pairs so wonderful with the whole vibe and god, it’s a constant in he and s/o’s sex life. “C’mere, doll. You look like you’ve had a shitty day. Tell daddy what happened.” And such. S/O would probably be at least 5 years younger and the dynamic would be intoxicating. In bed, expect to be spanked, fucked so hard it hurts to walk and then held close and told how good you did for him.
Terry Silver:
- Predator/Prey: chasing S/O through the woods, through the mansion, or stalking makes him the hardest he’s gotten. Watching their helpless expression when he finally catches his lover, mm, he makes sure to leave their entire body near broken internally— pleasantly of course. Only the best for his darling. “Thought you could win, sweetheart? How’s that working out for you? So fucking pathetic, aren’t you? Yeah that’s right, take me fucking cock. I don’t care if it hurts you. You’re mine to hurt”. The thrill of the chase gets his blood pumping south and if s/o ever tried to challenge him with a game like that, well… 𝘳𝘶𝘯.
- sensory deprivation: being a firm believer in using the senses to fight, to survive, nothing would bring him more pleasure than to be in control of what s/o can see, can feel, can hear, even smell. “Poor thing, aren’t you? Can’t even see what’s coming. Just a pathetic little hole, hm?” It gives him a power surge and oh his he loves watching the fear on his lovers face as he torments their body— 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺— with teasing, featherlight touches to bruising bites and hits.
- Breeding: A man his age without a legacy to leave behind, well that just won’t stand. He may not even 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 s/o about it, or just drop little hints here and there as he fucks into you ruthlessly, “you want me to knock you up? You’d look so fucking sexy all swollen up with my child. All mine and a sweet little bump to show it. This pretty pussy would bring my kid into the world. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” S/o doesn’t take it serious until their birth control mysteriously was tampered with and the pregnancy test had two lines.
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larussos-left-sock · 16 days
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Heyy, I love your work , ur amazing. Wanted to request a Terry Silver x Fem!reader. Terry definitely has an attraction to this feisty, sarcastic reader and she despises him because of his arrogance and, but secretly loves him too and can't help being feisty with himespeciallyduring training. The last straw is when she decides to befriend Daniel larusso. So Terry claims her and ruins her for anyone else much to her surprise of the mutual feelings. Thank uu!!!
YES OF COURSE!🫶🏻 that’s literally my specialty type of oc 😏. I hate writing y/n tho so just pretend your name is heather. Enjoy!!☺️
Legacy
Basic summary: Terry gets jealous when his gf, Kreese's daughter, stands up for Daniel and decides she needs to be reminded to whom she belongs. Also, he deciedes he wants to knock her up. (Part of my supernatural elements universe)
Tags: Rough Sex, Jealousy, Hurt Daniel LaRusso,Terry Silver Being Terry Silver, Breeding Kink, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Imprinting, lowkey twilight vibes if Kreese is bella and Terry is Jacob and Heather is renesemee🤷🏼‍♀️
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larussos-left-sock · 17 days
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I have a strong feeling that Tory Nichols is a dog person
You are very right imo. She needs something that has undying love and will always be there for her when humans can’t 🫶🏻
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larussos-left-sock · 21 days
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CK headcanons: weird things they do as new parents
Johnny Lawrence: calls the newborn a yapper and puts beer on sore gums (you’re def supposed to use whiskey) also gets really jealous when you don’t pay attention to him because of the “stupid baby”
Daniel LaRusso: doesn’t sleep for three days when the baby first came home because he was scared it might roll over and suffocate
Amanda LaRusso: “I know you can secretly talk🤨” just to psych herself out.
John Kreese: would def secretly try what your breastmilk tastes like when you ask him to put it into bottles. Starts off as one taste, but then it just kinda keeps happening.
Terry Silver: unashamedly tries your breastmilk from the source anytime he walks by if the titties are out. “Hey if it’s good enough for our child, it’s more than good enough for me. I provide for this family, you know? The least you can do is give me a snack.”
Chozen Toguchi: walks around with the duffle bag IN THE HOUSE just in case the baby needs something. Can’t take his eyes off it for a second.
Miguel Diaz: sometimes randomly checks to see what the coochie looks like because it scarred him for life seeing your poor body stretch that much
Hawk: thinks it’s funny to put the baby on his over-gelled, hard-as-steel hair for it to have a better view
Kyler: goes to get milk🤪
Demetri Alexopolous: reads you parenting books and names all his kids after superheroes real names.
Mike Barnes: already wants to get your pregnant again because you look good asf carrying his kid— especially with another on your hip.
Robby Keene: makes up songs and then gets offended if the baby doesn’t like his lullabies and like his dad, gets jealous if the baby’s getting too much attention out of his bucket. He was there first, after all.
Tory Nichols: talks to the baby like it’s a grown ass human and makes deals for it to go to sleep
Samantha LaRusso: throws up everytime the baby spits up and anytime she has to change a diaper because why are babies dropping absolute mud-monkeys?! “Thanks for changing him, Miguel, honey!”
Yasmine: ew never having kids
Moon: THC during delivery and the baby comes out high as balls
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larussos-left-sock · 21 days
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CK Characters: Embarassing things they like in bed
Johnny Lawrence: being submissive (he find it embarrassing, but will be fine saying he wants to lick beer off s/o’s bare skin)
Daniel LaRusso: secret sensei kink (gets embarrassed after he comes and apologizes to Mr miyagi in his head) also wanted Terry to do him while he calls him that
John Kreese: face-slapping or any type of violence, really, ON HIM. Whips? Sure. Wooden sticks? Sure. Spanking? Hell no. Never acted on it, but fantasizes a lot. Jokes on you, Amanda— he liked it🤷🏼‍♀️
Terry Silver: nothing embarrasses him, but he would be secretly shy to ask John (if they aren’t together in the au) to watch due to his trust for him and wanting to show off to his captain. (Of course he’d share s/o if John wanted which he never did as he’s a traditional man)
Amanda LaRusso: she’s not embarrassed 💅🏻
Plus, everyone would guess she pegs Daniel anyways 🤷🏼‍♀️
Chozen Toguchi: marking, claiming, nasty, primal sex that ends with someone being unconscious (fear of seeming disrespectful like he was in his youth)
Miguel Diaz: he also developed somewhat of a sensei kink when Sam called herself it😬
Samantha LaRusso: getting walked in on. She’s a possessive little shit and so what if someone sees her riding Miguel?
Hawk: full-on, leather clad, whips out, full bondage, really messed up bdsm w him either dom or sub. He was a nerd— be fr they’re always the kinkiest.
Demetri: role-play. He feels insecure that he couldn’t play the part his s/o wanted due to his lack of physical strength and soft demeanor.
Robby Keene: mommy kink, daddy kink— either doesn’t matter because it means some kind of parental intimacy. Bros messed up. Johnny would be like 😱 if he knew that.
Tory Nichols: knifeplay. That bracelets not only for Sam and Creeps.
Yasmine: strapping s/o. “I’m literally not a boy so like why🙄— I mean unless you want to?😅”
Moon: Yasmine.
Kyler: feet “you’d look good in some dunks🗣️”
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larussos-left-sock · 23 days
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CK Character Headcanons: Types Of Kids They Were
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Johnny Lawrence: Kid with the cool folders and the 24-color Crayola Marker Pack and Airplane Stickers. Daniel LaRusso: The teacher's favorite. Always volunteered to help during class like Ma taught him. John Kreese: Playground Menace. Don't touch bro's sandbox toys unless you wanna catch toddler hands. Terry Silver: Killed the class fish trying to pet it like 12 times and his parents had to keep replacing it Mr. Miyagi: "Does this kid know how to talk?" (quiet kid who always just smiled) Miguel Diaz: Cried when the class watched The Lion King. Sam LaRusso: Everyone's friend because she always shared at snack time. Hawk: Pokemon card dealer on the playground and could escape the naughty spot w a screwdriver Demetri: Bossy kid with well-coordinated outfits that his mom picked out for him Tory Nichols: kissed her best-friend on the lips and got sent to the principals to talk about love and love. Robby Keene: ate glue for snack time Amanda LaRusso: Jr Class President and very well-behaved (in front of teachers at least) Kenny Payne: went to school in buzz lightyear costume for six months straight Yasmine: Peed on the floor when the teacher told her she could not go to the bathroom and had her dad sue. Moon: Bug protector of the playground
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larussos-left-sock · 26 days
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Red Leather Does Things To Me
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EXPLICIT SMUT-- Terry Silver x Kreese!daughter
In the mirror, Heather Kreese thought she looked perfect. The tiny, red leather skirt barely covered her ass, hugging her hips as though it was tailored special for her body. The top was a match to the skirt and squeezed her dainty breasts together that made an illusion to more cleavage than she naturally had. Her pale skin against the deep crimson of the leather was sure to catch eyes at the club she and her friends were going to in LA. She was staying at her (not related biologically) godfather’s house for the week since her dad was training some guys for a black opps mission for the government in Washington. Slipping on some thigh-high velvet, black boots, she made her way out of the luxurious bedroom of Terry’s house and walked towards the living room to leave.
On the U-shaped, white leather couch, Terry Silver was spread out and reading a book. Heather shrugged to herself, knowing he would probably still be up since it was only 10pm. As Heather approached closer, Terry galnced up from his book, his intense gaze scanning her from head to toe. Those crystalline eyes seemed to be scanning her entire being as if it were data codes that he reads in haste all day at work. She felt naked and crossed her arms on instinct. She supposed it was only natural for him to look. He was a man, after all, but the way his eyes stared into her bared skin took her aback.
“Hey, uncle Terry,” she greeted him, teetering back and forth slightly.
"Heather! My god, look at you, doll," Terry purred, setting the book aside. There was an emotion underneath his smooth demeanor, but with his constant rollercoaster of them, she could not place what one it was. "Where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?"
“Out?” Heather replied, obviously, “Clubbing with my friends. I’m 22, I didn’t think you wanted to know where I go. You’re supposed to be the fun one, remember?”
Terry's hand reached out, long fingers trailing lightly along her exposed thigh. "You know," he murmured huskily, "that outfit might just get you into trouble tonight. And really," he inhaled sharply as her sexy ‘Good Girl’ perfume that he had chosen for her birthday hit his senses, “I can’t let Johnny’s daughter go out dressed like a set of holes with no value to her name.”
Heather's heart quickened at Terry's touch, his fingers igniting a fire on her skin. She grimaced at his comment.
"Oh, so now you're concerned about my value, Uncle Terry? I think I can handle myself just fine," she shot back, stepping out of his reach. She knew Terry had a knack for stirring up conflict, but she wasn't about to let him ruin her night out with her friends.
“Turn around.” he demanded, “let me look at you. If it passes my inspection, you’re free to go.”
Heather reluctantly obliged, her heart pounding as she turned her back to him. She knew it was crazy, but the way he had looked at her before, the way he controlled her, even if it was just with his eyes, sent her into a frenzy. She could feel her nipples hardening under the fabric of her top, and she could sense his gaze on her exposed flesh, traveling up and down her spine.
“Well?” she demanded, her voice shaking slightly. She was afraid of what would happen if he actually found a reason to stop her from going out with her friends.
Her eyes locked onto his in a fury, as if daring him to find something wrong with her wardrobe.
Terry's eyes glazed over her form, taking in the curves and the tantalizing expanse of skin. His breath hitched as he struggled to not let his desire show. "Good girl," he praised, smirking.
"I thought you said I didn't have value, Uncle Terry?" she teased, her voice soft and seductive.
"Well, if you're dressed like that, you're going to get attention," Terry mused, still lying on the couch on his side. “Bend over. Let uncle Terry help you. ”
“What?” her skin flushed so prettily, he noticed and he wanted to bite every inch of the pallor that blood fled to in her shock, to lick it off her salty-sweet skin and drag his tongue into all of her caverns on her body; maybe he would draw a little blood from those too for a taste.
“Bend over, little one,” Terry instructed. “Let me see what I’m dealing with.”
But she slowly bent over at the waist, her thin skirt riding up her thighs, exposing her black lace panties. She could feel Terry’s blue eyes on her heatedly as he studied her making her squirm with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as she waited for further instruction.
“Uncle Terry, please, I have to go.” She pleaded, knowing she had to stand her ground.
Terry leaned in closer, taking in the sight of her exposed ass, the contrast of her pale skin and the deep maroon of her skirt. The sight of the lace fabric clinging to his girl’s vulva had his breath ragged and the animaloistc part of himself uged him to show her what happens to pretty little fuck toys who dress like that in a Lion’s den like that club.
He clucked his tongue, “Hmm, I don’t know Heather. I can see your whole snatch right now. The outline, at least, and trust me: that’s enough for any man to push that little lace number aside and slide himself inside. Is that your goal, hun? Are you trying to disrespect your father’s name and slut yourself out?”
"Maybe I want to be disrepectful," Heather said, rage packed in a punch with her tone. "Maybe I want to be just like the sluts who got you so twisted up. Maybe I want to be one of those girls that men can't get enough of."
She tried to ignore his hand creeping across the slit of her panties.
Terry laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle that echoed off the walls of the living room. "You, little girl?" he asked, his voice full of skepticism. “I know John raised you better and I won’t tolerate your ungraciousness right now.”
“What the fuck are you gonna do about it?” She leaned into his hand, trying to push him off, but Terry held fast.
She was on the verge of storming out, dressed as she was, but his words held her in place.
"Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do," Terry began, "I'm going to teach you a lesson about self-respect and boundaries. But first, I'm going to show you something. Sit down."
Sighing, she slowly lowered her body onto the couch beside him, maintaining a safe distance. She knew better than to play his games, but she was not gonna deal with a phone-fight with her dad if he narced on her.
“Good. Now pull out your phone and tell your friends you will not be in attendance tonight.”
“What? Why?” she shouted, face blushing feircely in frustrtion.
"Heather," Terry said, with a slow, menacing grin, "you're dressed like a goddamn slut. You're not going anywhere until you let your uncle give a lesson about the consequences of your actions. Now do it, or your friends will see just how big a fool you're making of yourself."
Swallowing hard, she reluctantly pulled out her phone and sent a message to her friends, canceling her plans. Terry watched her every move, his eyes never leaving her phone screen and her eyes boring into his with disdain and loathin.
"Good girl," he grinned, running his hand through her silky hair. "Now, let's talk about boundaries. You see, just because I'm your ‘uncle’, it doesn't mean I don't have certain responsibilities. You’re not going out with your little pussy out on display like its a damn museum.”
“It’s not! What the fuck, Terry? This is so fucked.” Heather tried to stand up, but Terry's hand was still in her hair, holding her down. She struggled to get away, but he tightened his grip.
“Prove to me you can take what the men would do to you in that club, dollface.” Terry's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched Heather squirm, feeling her panic. God he loved making people squirm; business collegues, employees, students— anyone. The control was a drug he would never stop abusing.
Heather's heart lashed in her chest as she listened to his instructions. He told her to bend over the coffee table, her skirt hiked up again, her panties exposed to his gaze. Her pussy was already wet, and she could feel herself trembling.
Terry stood behind her, his hand on her hip, guiding her into position. "Now, put your hands across the table and hold on to the other side.”
Coming to kneel behind her, he slid a finger brashly through the lace of her panties on the bridge-section that connected the front and back and pulled them to the side to rest on one side of her cunt. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down. She didn't know what was coming next, but she knew it wasn't going to be good. Her breathing was unsteady as he traced her tiny folds, invisible from the outside. She felt somehwat embarrassed for not having a clean shave, even if it was just her godfather.
“Tsk, I can’t believe you think I’d allow for this outfit to be worn out of my sight, babygirl,” He scolded, voice almost playfully coy and fatherly. “You look like a sloppy little whore.”
Terry's hand, adorned with a silver ring, traced a path along her intimate area, the movements slow and deliberate.
“That’s good. That’s real good. You like that, huh?” he chided, “Get on your knees.”
Her Uncle? Her godfather? Even though they were not related by blood, it was strange to think of. She had a crush on him her whole life but he always threw any advances she made when she was younger down the drain with complete unintrest. Now though, her godfather wanted her on her knees for him?"
She only gawked up at him, shocked. Touching her pussy was one thing, but when a man wanted her on her knees, she was most likely about to get a cock down her throat. Her dad taught her to never get on her knees for a man unless he put a ring on it, but uncle Terry wouldn’t ocunt for that, right?
He backhanded her in the face, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Don’t you dare disobey me in my home you fucking skank.”
The back of his hand connected with her cheek with a sharp, stinging sensation. She could feel the warmth of the impact spread across her face, the area throbbing with pain. “Ah fuck! What the hell?” she muttered, getting on her knees and glaring up at him, slit leaking.
Terry chuckled, his gaze never leaving Heather's face. "Is that any way to speak to me? You're dressed like a slut and you're disrespecting me. I'm not playing your little girl games anymore, Heather. Now, open that pretty little mouth of yours."
Heather hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with uncertainty. She knew she shouldn't disobey him, but the thought of having Terry's cock in her mouth filled her with a mix of fear and desire.
She began to lean toward the buldge that was very present in his beige cackys, versace of course. He gripped her by the dirty-blond hair hard then and tugged her head so hard her neck hurts before leaning down to be eye-level with her, but still hovering above her.
“Ha! You desperate, stupid, little slut— immediatley reaching for my cock!” he laughed maniacally and her face heated in embarassment. “I just said open your mouth. Now do it. Stick out your pink tongue for me and keep it out until I say so.”
Heather gritted her teeth and reluctantly stuck her tongue out, her trepidation evident in her eyes. Terry let out a low, appreciative growl and extended his hand, stroking his thumb along her wet muscle.
"Good girl," he sneered, lifting his hand to slap her across the face, more playful this time. "That's better. Now open wide, darling."
Heather hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. She had never done anything like this before with him, but the way Terry was talking to her, she knew that he was not someone to be disobeyed. Slowly, she opened her mouth wider, her eyes never leaving his as he stepped closer.
He leaned just a bit closer and spit directly into her mouth, and then again.
The bitterness of Terry's saliva lingered on Heather's tongue and she fought the urge to gag as he spit into her mouth again. She wined at the vulgar display and shuttered.
Heather tried to pull away, but Terry held her in place by her hair. "Don't you dare spit it out," he growled, his eyes dark with desire. "Swallow it all. Good skanks take what they’re given and say ‘thank you’”
Tears stung Heather's eyes as she forced herself to swallow the thick saliva, hating every moment of it. She felt degraded and humiliated, but she couldn't bring herself to resist him.
Terry smirked down at her and pulled his cackys down, revealing his hard cock. "Now you're going to suck me off like a two dollar slut," he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his angered, red prick.
Terry's cock was hard and thick, and as he placed it against her lips, Heather could feel the heat radiating from it. She took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to do what he wanted.
"That's it, baby," Terry cooed, grabbing at her hair to lead her to here he wanted her.
Heather gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat and tears streamed down her face. She struggled to breathe through her nose as Terry began thrusting in and out of her mouth, holding onto her head tightly. Heather could hear Terry's heavy breathing and moaning as he enjoyed the sensation of her mouth on his cock. She could also hear her own muffled gasping and gagging.
“Terry,” she pulled off of her godfather’s cock, sputtering, “Please, what the hell is wrong with you?”
Terry looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he held her head in
place. "What's wrong with me? Oh, I don't know, maybe it's the way I want to dominate you, to control you, to make you beg for mercy. Maybe it's the way I want to see you crying on my cock, begging me to stop, but I know I won't," he sneered, "Because I can't help myself, dollface. I want to fuck you until you're screaming my name and begging for more like the brain-dead cockslut that you’re dressed like."
Heather's eyes widened in terror, but she couldn't bring herself to resist him. She knew that he was a dangerous man, one who enjoyed inflicting pain. He forced his way past her lips once more, soaking his cock in that wet heat.
He grunted in pleasure and started moving faster, fucking her mouth ruthlessly. Heather could feel his pre-cum dripping into the back of her throat and she fought the urge to throw up. He’d simply have to thank Johnny for bringing this little gift into the world for him later. His personal little fleshlight bound to him by god, even.
Heather gasped as Terry's thrusts grew more aggressive, his dirty vocabulary washing over her like a tidal wave. She clawed at his legs, trying to pull him away, but he only tightened his grip on her hair. Her nails were like a birds talons, diggin and scraping the pale pallor of his thighs and nearly drawing blood. That only spurred Terry on more. it reminded him of when he, John and Ponytail would scratch the palces on each other’s backs that htey couldn’t reach— a sign of friendship, of trust— and boys who missed askign their mothers to help them instead. He wondered if Ponytail was watching him then, fucking John’s daughter like a barbarian down the throat. If he were here, he would surely offer him a turn with her mouth, John would not mind in Terry’s opinion. They shared mostly everything. It meant they all loved each other like brothers. But really, Ponytail was fucking Kreese’s girl with him. Their souls merged as one when he had caused his death and that is why Terry somtimes lived the entirety of his life on a whim. He truly believed that Ponytail put them there to experience vicariously through the meat suit of Terry’s body. With a final grunt, Terry pulled out of her mouth, spurting white ropes of hot cum all over her mascara-stained face and golden hair.
Heather staggered back, her legs trembling as she tried to regain her footing, tears streaming down her face. Her godfather's smirk never wavered, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "That's what happens when you dress like a piece of fuckmeat, darling," he explained, adjusting his pants and smoothing down his hair into the jet-black of his ponytail. "Now I want you to clean that mess up. Take off your panties. Good. Now, clean yourself with them. Ah-ah, no. Give them to me when you’re done. Gonna frame ‘em so you remember what happens when you behave like a disgusting cumbucket."
With shaking hands, Heather handed him her soiled panties, clit throbbing; the bitter taste of his jizz still lingering in her mouth.
“C’mere and clean off my cock.”
Heather slowly stood up, her legs shaking from the lingering effects of the humiliation she just experienced. She knew that Terry loved to see her like this; broken, vulnerable, deserving. But she also knew that he would never really hurt her. He loved his little girl too much, spoiled her rotten, defended her with his life, touched her the most gentle he’d touched anyone.
“With your mouth,” he added.
she obeyed, kitten licking the tip and sucking the shaft clean as he shuttered from the overstimulation.
“I’m going to bed.” Heather exhaled, relief mingling with fear as she shakily got up and wandered to the bedroom. She couldn’t believe he godfather just face-fucked her. She wondered what her father would think when she’d tell him. Would he say it was okay? He loved Terry more than anything, she knew. Maybe even more than her.
Despite the humiliation she felt, she couldn't deny the excitement that had coursed through her veins. She had never felt so alive, so consumed by a man's desire for her. Terry had always been a dominant presence in her life, but this was something different, something primal.
Heather knew that she would never be able to forget this encounter. It had changed her, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by the thought of what it meant for their relationship moving forward.
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That night, asleep and exhausted, face cleaned off and pussy still sopping wet, Heather breathed softly. Terry watched her sleep, nude, stroking himself at the foot of her bed as he took in the sight of her tits as she breathed rythmically.
The dim light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Heather's delicate features and accentuating the curves of her body. Her hair spilled out across the pillows like a golden halo, adding to her ethereal beauty. In that moment, Terry couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with desire for this sleeping goddess before him.
He crawled onto the bed, on all fours and gently spread her legs to get a better veiw of that gorgeous pussy that John probably passed down to her from his genetics. Such a wonderful friend supplying him with this precious little cunt.
Terry couldn't resist the urge to touch her, to feel her soft skin against his fingertips. Slowly, he traced his hand up her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her body. Heather stirred slightly in her sleep but didn't wake.
Terry's cock was throbbing with need as he leaned in closer, inhaling her sweet scent and reveling in the fact that she was completely at his mercy. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, teasing her with his tongue until she began to squirm under his touch.
Heather let out a soft moan and Terry knew that it was time to take things further. He positioned himself between her soft, thick legs and gently parted her little, tiny folds with his fingertips, revealing her glistening pink pearl.
Unable to resist any longer, Terry took it into his mouth and began to suckle on it lightly. The taste of Heather was like sweet-salted nectar on Terry's tongue, addicting and irresistible. Heather's soft, smooth skin felt like velvet against Terry's tongue, the delicate folds of her sex adding to the sensation.
Heather's hips bucked against him and she let out a loud gasp of pleasure, fisting the sheets in her sleep. Terry smiled inwardly, pleased with himself for being able to bring such elation to this sleeping beauty. He continued to tease and lick at her clit until she reached the brink of orgasm.
With a primal growl, Terry plunged two fingers deep inside of Heather's tight pussy while continuing to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. It wasn't long before she came with a shuddering cry, coating his fingers in her warm juices and splashing onto his chin and mouth.
Panting and flushed, Heather opened her eyes to find Terry watching her intently with a look of pure lust on his face. “Uncle Terry?” she murmurred sleepily.
“That’s right, doll. Uncle Terry’s here. Shh,” he cooed to her, caressing her thighs, “I was a little harsh back there, huh? I didn’t expect your little snatch to be this drenched still, though. Dreaming about me?”
Heather's eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing as she struggled to process what had just happened. "Terry... why?" she managed to ask, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Why, Heather?" Terry asked, rubbing his thumb over her sensitive clit as he spoke. "Why do I do these things? Because I can, my dear. Because you're mine, and I can do anything I want with you. Isn't that right? You know it is."
Heather couldn't deny the truth in his words.
Terry continued to pleasure Heather's sensitive clit, his fingers still buried deep inside of her. She moaned and writhed under his touch, her body responding eagerly to his every command.
"Why, Terry?" Heather asked again, needing to know the reason behind his actions.
Terry leaned down closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Because I wanted to," he whispered seductively. "Because I knew you wanted it too."
Heather couldn't deny the intense desire that coursed through her body at his words. She had always been attracted to Terry, and now that he was touching her in ways she had only dreamed about, she couldn't resist him any longer.
Terry pulled away from her ear and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue explored every inch of her mouth as Heather responded eagerly, their bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.
He resumed his ministrations on her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge once again. This time, however, he didn't stop until she exploded with pleasure, crying out his name as she came undone.
As she came down from her high, Heather felt a mixture of emotions - confusion, guilt, and an overwhelming sense of arousal. She couldn't believe what had just happened between them.
Terry pulled back slightly and looked into Heather's eyes. "Don't think about it too much right now," he said softly. "Just enjoy the moment."
And so they did - for the rest of the night, they explored each other's bodies with abandon. Every touch and every kiss was filled with passion and desire. In that moment, nothing else mattered except for the two of them. They were lost in a world of their own creation, where time ceased to exist and every moment was a symphony of pleasure and longing. Their bodies intertwined in a dance of fiery passion and their lips tasted of pure desire. All outside distractions faded away, leaving only the intense connection between them as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.
"Terry," she said as they lay tangled in each other's arms, "this can't happen again. We can't do this. My dad… You’re fucking your best friend’s daughter."
“Who better to marry his little girl than her devoted watcher?” he inquired.
“You want to… marry me?”
Had she died and gone to heaven?
"Well, seeing as I've taken all these liberties with your honor and your father's honor, don't you think marriage is the next logical step?" Terry Silver smirked. "I mean, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Besides, I don't see any other options for the both of us." He trailed his fingers down Heather's spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Heather bit her lip, trying to process everything. Terry was her dad's best friend, but he was also a cruel, unpredictable man. Yet, there was something undeniably sexy about him. And now, after last night... well... she didn't know where she stood.
"I don't know, Terry," she whispered, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. "I mean, what about my dad? What would he say about all this?”
he nuzzled her neck and breasts, sucking a perky pink nipple into his mouth and nibbling it gently before biting down hard enough to make her body spasm as she cried out. “Mm, naughty girl.”
His hand found its way to her core again, playing in her slick softly as he kissed the abused buds of her tits. “These are nice, princess. So pretty. Best I’ve ever seen. Last pair I will ever see,” he murmurred, insanity lacing his tone with possessiveness.
Heather moaned softly, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. She knew she should be more upset, but the truth was that she had never felt so alive.
As his fingers delved deeper, she couldn't help but moan louder, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Terry's lips moved to her ear, his hot breath fanning over her sensitive skin. "You liked that, didn't you? You loved every second of it."
Heather shivered at his words, her body responding to his touch in ways she had never imagined possible. She couldn't deny the intense pleasure that coursed through her veins.
Terry's lips found her neck again, his teeth gently nipping at the tender flesh. "You're mine now, Heather. You're my little plaything. I'll do with you as I please and you will thank me because I always make the best choice for you. Think about it, Harvard? My idea, my efforts got you in fast. Competing in the All-Valley, you won and got recognized. My idea. Giving you the best orgasms of your life… you’re welcome, sweetheart."
"I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Terry's hand tightened around her throat, his grip firm but gentle. "You don't have to say anything, Heather. You just have to do as I say."
Heather's heart raced as she looked into Terry's intense eyes. There was no doubt that he meant every word he said.
"Okay," she finally managed to say, her voice barely audible.
Terry smiled, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Good girl. Now spread your legs for me, angelface. My cock wants to give your pussy a little kiss."
Heather's body trembled as she obeyed, spreading her legs wide for Terry. She felt his fingers slip inside her once again, the wetness between her thighs increasing at the feel of him.
"Such a perfect little baby. Show me," Terry murmured, his voice low and husky. He bent down and kissed her lips softly before moving lower, his mouth finding its way to her cunt.
Heather couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as Terry's tongue flicked over her overstimulated clit, sending sparks of ecstasy through her body. She grabbed onto the sheets tightly, her hips moving in rhythm with his expert tongue.
Terry's other hand moved up to cup one of her breasts, his thumb rubbing circles around the hardened nipple. Heather moaned loudly, feeling herself on the edge once again. But before she could reach her peak, Terry pulled away and stood up. Heather whimpered in protest, but he silenced her by pressing a finger to her lips.
"Not yet, pretty girl," he said with a smirk. "You're not allowed to come until I say so."
Heather pouted slightly but nodded obediently. She knew she couldn't argue with him; it only made things worse. Terry took off his pants fully and climbed onto the bed of red satin next to Heather. He positioned himself between her legs and slowly ran the tip of his penis up and down her slit. Heather's sensitive skin shudders at the touch of Terry's throbbing shaft gliding against her warm, slick folds. Upon seeing his engorged member pressed against her, she looked up at him in fear. It was fucking massive.
“Worshipping my dick is about to be your new career. Kiss law goodbye, doll.”
Heather gasped at the feeling of him filling her completely as he popped the tip past her tight ring and slammed into her hard. She wrapped her arms around him and dug her nails into his back as he began thrusting into her at a slow pace. “Oh, Heather, Oh! Fuck, baby. Christ! So tight, mm.
She felt so full. “Yeah, you love it when your ‘uncle’ fucks you, huh? Need that sloppy pussy pounded until you’re a submissive woman that I can knock up and keep inside.”
She whined, squeezing his skin hard.
As their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, Heather couldn't believe how good it felt to be with Terry. Despite everything that had happened between them, she couldn't deny that she wanted this just as much as he did.
“Please! It feels so good. God, uncle Terry, you’re so big. Oh god! It’s gonna bruise up my cervix. Fuck you’re gonna get me pregnant! Oh god, my dad’s gonna kill you! Please keep fucking me. I’ll be your toy. I’ll be your whore. Please don’t have anyone else. Just me. Keep me, sir! Please. I’ll be your obedient little doll to play with whever you want. My pussy is yours, mm!”
He put a hand over her dirty mouth, “you want me to last, right?” he growed, “then shut your slut mouth. You are mine and you will always be mine. I don’t care if you want it or not— every hole on your body is mine to use. The skin on your body belngs to me. Your eyes are mine and will see what I tell them to. Nod for me.”
She moaned loudly, nodding, as Terry picked up speed, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. With every thrust came a string of curses from both of them, lost in the pleasure of being with each other.
“do you want to be dripping with my cum? Your whore slit doesn’t deserve it, beg for it” he told her, his face controrted in beautiful lust as he pounded her cunt like their lives depended on it.
“nasty, worthless, dirty fuckwhore cunt. Beg!”
Heather gasped as Terry's cock hit the deepest part of her, her body pulsating around him. She moaned louder, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Yes! Fuck me harder, oh god!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire.
Terry's eyes narrowed as he felt her tighten around him. "You like that, don't you, slut? You want me to fuck you until you're a wreck, don't you?" he growled, his voice low and threatening.
Heather whimpered, her body trembling. "Yes, I do. I want you to take me harder. Please, sir, make me yours."
Terry's face twisted into a snarl, his eyes burning with lust. "You're mine, and I'm going to take you any way I want. Now beg for my spunk, you filthy little cumdump.”
She screamed out his name, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clenched around Terry's cock, milking him for every last drop of pleasure he had to offer.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need your cum. I need to feel you come inside me. Knock me up, Terry! Give me your kids! AH!”
Terry's eyes burned with a primal satisfaction as he ravaged Heather, her body trembling and breaking under his relentless thrusts. He dug his fingers into her skin, marking her as his own, as his lust reached a fever pitch.
The pressure in Terry's groin was nearly unbearable, his balls drawn tight like a ticking time bomb. With an animalistic growl, he declared, "You're going to take every last drop of my cum, you filthy little slut."
Heather's body convulsed in pleasure and pain as she felt herself teetering on the brink once again. With one final scream of ecstasy and agony, she surrendered to him completely, succumbing to the force of his release and calling out his name into the void.
As Terry's cock throbbed and pulsed, he slammed into Heather over and over, each thrust carving her into a whimpering mass of need and sending sparks of pleasure through her body. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, amplifying the carnal intensity of their coupling.
"Gonna breed you like a fucking bitch!" Terry shouted, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. "I'm going to fill you up and make you mine forever! You’re gonna be pregnant for years, doll. Mm, gonna give Johnny some grandbabies. You’d like that, huh?"
Heather's back arched in a primal scream as Terry's touch ignited a fire within her. Her eyes widened, pupils dilated with a mix of fear and desire, as she clawed at the sheets beneath her. Her body writhed and bucked uncontrollably under Terry's unrelenting assault, lost in a frenzy of pleasure and pain. Every nerve in her body was on fire, every breath ragged and desperate as she surrendered to the raw intensity of their passion.
“Thank you, sir! Oh, yes! Mm, hurts so good… love being yours. Gonna dress slutty all the time if you fuck me like this for it! In front of all your rich friends, yeah. Gonna flash them my pussy, make you jealous. Let them grope at my perky little rack when you’re not looking.”
Terry saw red. He slapped her pussy hard in punishment, fuming with rage at the disrespect from his girl. “Your daddy know you wanna show all my friends, all those rich hippies he hates, your pretty pink sluthole? I’m gonna tell him. You’ll always be leaking my cum, anyways.”
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to meet his gaze, his fingers digging into her scalp. "You're my girl, Heather. Mine. And don't you ever forget it."
Heather's heart raced as she looked into Terry's intense eyes, feeling like she was being consumed by them. She had never seen this side of him before, but the power he exuded only made her desire him more.
"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, unable to deny the submissive urges that surged through her body. "I didn't mean it... please forgive me."
Terry's grip on her hair loosened slightly as he saw the fear in her eyes and heard the pleading tone in her voice. He leaned down and kissed her roughly, his tongue dominating hers as he tasted every inch of her mouth.
"You'll learn your place," he murmured against her lips. "And if you disobey again, there will be consequences."
With those words still lingering between them, Terry thrust back into Heather with renewed vigor. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming for Heather, yet she found herself craving
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to meet his gaze, his fingers digging into her scalp. "You're my girl, Heather. Mine. And don't you ever forget it."
It was as if all the tension in his body was suddenly released in one explosive surge, like a wild horse finally breaking free from its restraints and galloping wildly into the open field. His face contorted in pleasure, his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut as he released himself deep inside her. Terry's lips crashed onto hers, his kiss frantic and demanding as he tasted the saltiness of her sweat and the sweetness of her mouth.
The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as they both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still intertwined in a heated embrace. Heather's legs were still wrapped around Terry's waist, her arms holding onto his broad shoulders as if afraid to let go.
Terry trailed kisses down her neck and chest, his lips lingering on the swell of her breasts before moving lower and lower towards her stomach. Heather moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as she felt the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking coursing through her body.
“I love you so much babydoll.”
"I-I love you too, Terry. You know that right?"
Terry looked at her with a hint of tenderness in his eyes. "Then why do you keep pushing me away?"
Terry gently cupped her face with his hands, his eyes capturing hers as he whispered, “I’m sorry for my outburst. I couldn’t stand some nasty ass, punk little boys looking at you only the way I can.”
"I... I'm sorry I pushed you away," she whispered, cupping her hand over his. "I just don't want to lose you, Terry. You're the only one who's ever understood me."
Terry smiled softly, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "And I'll always be here for you, baby. No matter what."
Heather bit her lip, her eyes searching for the truth in his words. "But what if I can't give you what you want? What if I'm not enough for you?"
Terry's eyes hardened, his voice low and firm. "You are more than enough for me, Heather. Turns out I knew my one ‘great love’ since she was in diapers. Johnny’s gonna either stab me or be happy its me.”
"I'll be your girl forever."
“oh baby,” he snickered, sighing and extending an arm around her shoulders, “you don’t have a choice.”
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Summary: Kreese gets wasted after losing the all-valley and hurting Johnny only to come home horny and drunk to his doting wife. He decides he'll take his frustrations out on her body.
Quietly stirring the cake batter she was making from scratch, Stevie hummed to herself in she and John’s shared kitchen that was built specifically for the two of them in West Hills, CA. With the All-Valley being through, she wondered where on earth her husband was. It should have came to a close hours ago and dinner was already so cold that she just threw it out. Sure that Cobra Kai probably won, especially with that little sweetheart Johnny Lawrence on the team, she was preparing a bunch of sweets and appetizers for the BBQ which she was sure was happening tomorrow as it had the past three years. He really loved his core five of boys and so Stevie did too. Another hour passed and just as she bent to take the cake out of the oven, red velvet of it gleaming in the bright light, the door slammed open with so much force that she jumped and let out a scream.
Kreese stumbled in, knuckles bleeding profusely and very clearly wasted. She could smell the beer off of him from the kitchen.
"John, what in the world happened to you?" Stevie exclaimed, rushing over to him with a look of concern on her pretty face. Fuck was she gorgeous, John thought. She could see the reckless gleam in his eyes, a sure sign that trouble had followed him home once again.
Raising both of his brows as a wolfish smile crossed his face, he took his bloodied hands to the top of her pink blouse, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake as buttons popped off and fabric tore. Her delicate lace bra was now fully exposed, the white material stark against her flushed skin. She gasped in shock at his brazen display, instinctively moving to cover herself with her arms. The taste of iron lingered in the air from the fresh wounds on his hands.
“John!” she shouted, backing away from the doorway to spare their neighbors the sight of her indecency.
“Don’t you dare hide yourself from me,” John snarled at her, tugging at her top again. Stevie tried to push John away, her eyes wide with fear and confusion as she stumbled backwards, the scent of alcohol filling the air around her. She had never seen John like this before, so out of control and aggressive.
Stevie's heart raced in her chest, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to diffuse the escalating tension. Taking a deep breath, she held John's gaze steadily, her voice calm but firm, “John, dear, you're hurt. What happened?”
John's eyes bore into hers with a mix of fury and something else she couldn't quite place. His grip on her blouse loosened slightly, giving her room to step back cautiously.
“Who said anything about talking, doll?” he asked, placing his hands on her hips aggressively and pressing his groin to her stomach. God, he was so hard.
“John, please, this isn’t like you,” Stevie pleaded, trying to maintain her composure despite the fear creeping into her voice. She could see the wild look in his eyes and knew she had to tread carefully to de-escalate the situation.
“We lost!” Kreese laughed in disbelief, “to that fucking sl#pe and his little bitchboy because Lawrence is sweet on him! Pfft, an illegal kick too! Those boys wouldn’t last a day in ‘nam. I failed them. If they were in the cage— well they— I failed and—”
Well now she understood the drinking. PTSD was a huge part of her husband. Stevie, taken aback by the loss, frowned up at him in sympathy, “Oh, honey, I am so sorry. It’s not your fault, John. Let’s just get you to bed, okay?”
“Oh?” he sneered, wrapping a hand around her neck. It was so small in his huge hands. “So now you want me to fuck you, huh?” She ignored the dumb question. Any other night, of course. Like this, no way. Although, they did have an agreement that they needn’t ask the other for sex as they loved one and other and felt entitled to their other half’s body. She somewhat regretted that at the moment.
"John, what's gotten into you?" Stevie demanded, her voice trembling slightly but firm. "You can't come in here like this, scaring me half to death. It’s one in the morning!"
John's eyes flickered with a dangerous intensity as he advanced towards her once more, his movements slow and deliberate. "You don't get to tell me what to do," he growled, his breath hot on her face. "I'll do as I damn well please."
Stevie could see John's intense gaze as he lunged to bury his face in her cleavage, his hands fumbling with her bra straps. His eyes were wild and hazy, his movements frantic. Stevie's skin was salty from her sweat, her body trembling with fear and apprehension. John's lips tasted like alcohol and smoke, his tongue hot and insistent as he marked her. His face was like a wild animal, desperate and hungry, as he ravaged her skin with his lips and teeth, leaving a trail of marks in his wake.
“Mm, fuck, best tits in the world. Show me, doll. C’mon, be good for me,” he was grinding into whatever part of her body he could reach. His hard throbbing cock insisted she comply.
As John continued to grope her, Stevie's eyes met his in a defiant stare. "John, stop!" she demanded, her voice cracking. "You're frightening me!"
John's eyes flickered with anger. "I can do as I please with my wife," he snarled, his grip on her tightening. "You're mine, remember?"
In a frenzy, he clawed at the buttons of her blouse, tearing at the fabric as if it were the bane of his existence. His grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer to him as he ground against her, his hard cock demanding release. Stevie shook in his grasp, her eyes wide with terror and apprehension.
“Gonna suck my cock for me? I know you love that. Always so pretty with those made-up lips wrapped around my prick. Pretty little cumslut, ain’t you?”
She could taste the booze on his breath as he forced his tongue into her mouth, his stubbly cheeks scratching against her skin. John Kreese grunted, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he finally managed to free Stevie's bra from her body. He cupped her breast roughly, squeezing hard, his grin morphing into a snarl of raw lust.
"That's right, baby, let daddy have his way with you," he sneered, his voice thick with lust.
Stevie's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths ragged as she tried to convince herself that this man, this animal, was still her husband. She could feel the coarse hairs of his chest against her sensitive skin as he held her close, his body heat intense against her quivering frame. Fuck it was hot. So, so hot and she was getting so wet at the thought of being ravished by him.
She let him guide her to her knees on the carpet by their brown leather couch.
“Take it out, dollface. Show me how much you love your man.”
Stevie's eyes widened as she stared at the sheer size of his erection beneath his jeans, almost as intimidating as his reputation. Her mouth watered at the prospect of wrapping her full, lush lips around him like she adored, despite her fear. Undoing his belt, she slid the zipper of his pants down and freed his aching erection. The tip was a swollen red. She could feel the slick wetness of her desire seeping into her panties.
John shoved his pants down roughly, revealing his engorged member. The smell of his body, a mix of sweat and alcohol, filled the room. Slowly, she moved forward, her tongue sliding out to moisten her lips as she reached for him. John's eyes narrowed with pleasure, his breath catching in his throat.
"Oh, John," she whispered, as she reached out to take him in her hand. His cock was hard and pulsing, almost begging to be touched.
"That's my girl," he whispered hoarsely. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. Stevie couldn't believe how much control she had over him right now, how she could make him moan just by touching him.
“Be a good little fuckslut and suck on it, sweetheart.”
As Stevie took him into her mouth, she could feel the smooth texture of his skin, the pulsating veins that ran along his shaft. She knew that she could make him feel good, and it gave her a sense of power over him. She bobbed her head, sucking him deeper into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him as she moved up and down. She could hear him moaning softly in the back of his throat.
John moaned louder as she took him further down her throat, gagging slightly as she reached the back of her throat. She moved her tongue in a figure eight motion, tickling the sensitive spot beneath his head. With a ‘pop’, he tore her off his leaking prick by the blonde curls.
“Going to fuck your tight, little snatch so hard,” he muttered, pulling her up by his grip on her hair.
Stevie shuddered at his words, feeling a surge of arousal and fear. She knew what was coming, and she was both terrified and turned on. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her arousal heightened by her fear.
“At least you’d win something tonight, I suppose,” she taunted under her breath, smirking up at him and very much sick of these antics.
“What was that, Mrs. Kreese?” John sneered, a predatory grin curling on his thick lips as he loomed over her. "Who the fuck told you that were allowed to speak to me that way?"
He yanked Stevie's hair, pulling her head back painfully, and pressed his lips to her throat, his heavy breath hot against her skin.
"You don't get to talk back," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble before he bit down hard on the soft skin.
He roughly spun her around on the couch, his hands tearing at her skirt and pulling down her wet lace panties with urgency. With one swift movement, he spread her ass cheeks apart as he gripped them tightly, causing a surge of pleasure and pain to shoot through her body.
“J-John? Ah—” she instinctively thrusted against his face as he buried it in her ass. Kreese always believed a real man knew how to eat ass and pussy, and so of course, he was fantastic at it. But also, he loved being pressed into such an intimate area that slightly embarrassed his wife as nobody else had ever had their face there. Loved feeling her shame turn into arousal.
“Mm,” he groaned into where he was suffocating between the large globes of her ass, chin becoming slick with his spit and her slick as it rubbed into her pussy. Stevie's breathing hitched as John's tongue licked between her ass cheeks, his fingers teasing her anal entrance, a part of her no one else had ever touched before besides her husband. Although, they never did anal sex due to neither of them really desiring it and Kreese respecting his pretty little wife too much to do something so selfish.
His fingers slid smoothly into her, first one, then two. Stevie gasped, her body trembling at the new sensation. She put a hand betwen her legs, rubbing feircley at her swollen clit while John licked at her dripping cunt and fingered at her asshole.
"You likin’ that, slut?" John growled into her ass. "You like being used, don't you?"
Stevie couldn't answer him, she could only moan as his fingers moved faster, stroking her asshole while his tongue delved deeper into her ass. Her wetness increased, and she knew she was close to cumming from this.
"C'mon, Stevie, you love this," he growled, thrusting his fingers in and out. Stevie moaned, her body arching into him. "That's it, baby, let daddy pleasure your ass," he crooned, nuzzling into her flesh.
“Oh, John, god, yes! Abuse me!" she gasped, her voice barely recognizable as she felt her climax begin to creep up on her.
"Fuck, you're so small," he grunted, his fingers working her asshole in a rhythm that was driving her wild. His tongue darted in and out of her pussy, savoring the taste of her juices, and she could feel her orgasm building with each touch.
Stevie's eyes rolled back as her orgasm took over, her body shaking uncontrollably. She clawed at the couch, her fingers digging into the fabric as if trying to ground herself amidst the onslaught of pleasure. John watched with satisfaction, a smirk on his face as he continued to finger her asshole rhythmically.
When her orgasm subsided, he slowly pulled his fingers out, leaving her gaping slightly. He took a moment to savor the sight of her puffy lips and swollen clit glistening with her juices.
His sweet little wife looked no cleaner than a common prostitute at the moment. She wore a fucked out expression of bliss, cunt dripping down her thighs, asshole parted slightly and a flushed body. His whore.
"Oh, Mrs. Kreese," he crooned drunkenly, reaching out and running his fingers through her damp curls, "you're a nasty little floosie for this dick."
She whimpered at his touch, her eyes wide and filled with desire. He could see the shift in her, the way she was no longer in control. It made him want her even more.
"Now, I'm gonna make you pay for that little comment you made earlier, and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't know which end is up." John smirked, a vicious glint in his eyes. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her, completely under his control. He grabbed her by the hips, his rough hands gripping her flesh as he stood up. "You'll beg for it, don't you worry."
“You’re so vile when you’re drunk, mm” Stevie muttered, her body still trembling from her orgasm. John laughed, a grim twisted smile on his face as he pulled her up, his hands gripping her by the hips.
"And you love it, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She couldn't deny it, the thrill of being with John, being dominated by him was what she craved.
"You smell like a goddamn whore, all wet and sweaty," John growled, his voice thick with lust, not because he liked the smell of hookers— he’d never been with one— but this woman was all his. "I bet you love being so dirty for me, don't you? You fucking love to be used, don't you?"
"Yes, John," she breathed, her voice barely recognizable. "I love it."
"Well then," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, "let's see how dirty you can get for me, shall we?"
He pinned her there, his body a solid wall against her arms and legs.
"Please, John," she whimpered, her voice shaking with desire and need. "Please, fuck me. Use me."
He smirked, a wicked grin that promised pleasure and pain both. "Oh, I intend to," he said, his voice thick with promise.
She was his wife, his possession, and he was going to make sure she knew it.
He pulled her towards the bedroom, their bodies still connected as he led her to the edge of their bed. Her back hit the mattress with a soft thud as John climbed on top of her, his weight pressing against her.
"Spread your legs for me," he growled in her ear. She obeyed without hesitation, parting her creamy, thick thighs and giving him full access to her dripping wet center.
Without any warning or preamble, John slammed into her brutally hard. Stevie cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled her completely. He began to move with a punishing rhythm, his hands gripping onto her hips so tightly that she knew there would be bruises later.
Stevie couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel as John took complete control of her body. He fucked her without mercy, each thrust driving deeper into her until she felt like she was falling apart. Her moans grew louder as he hit that spot inside of her that made everything go white hot. She dug her nails into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as she arched up to meet his thrusts.
John's lips found hers in a bruising kiss, their teeth clashing together as they devoured each other. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, tasting every inch of it before pulling away with a gasp.
"You're mine," he growled against her lips before claiming them again in another fierce kiss. She bit at his bottom lip and he groaned as her canines pierced it.
His words sent shivers down Stevie's spine as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She was completely at his mercy now and it was an intoxicating feeling. This was what she craved – rough, dominant sex that left her completely spent and satisfied.
"Please," she begged between kisses. "I need to come."
“You’ll come when I fucking allow it. Say it!” he demanded, pounding into her like she was the first woman he’d seen after years of living in a desolate cave. A calloused hand came down to twitch between her legs. He fumbled with her clit softly, but in haste— even drunk, he knew the way she liked, “Say it fuckdoll, or I'll leave you hanging right here and you can try to fuck yourself to finish while both holes beg to be filled!”
“I only come when you say, daddy,” she whimpered, tears of pleasure leaking down her face as he pounded into her cervix with that massive dick. John's eyes darkened with lust and possessiveness as he heard those words. He knew how much she craved this kind of control from him, and he was more than happy to give it to her.
"That's right, baby," he grunted, picking up the pace and hitting that spot inside of her with each thrust. "good little cocksleeve. So pretty when you cry for my jizz. Just made to be fucked, huh? Put here to serve my cock’s pleasures."
Stevie could feel herself teetering on the edge, but she needed his permission to let go. She needed him to tell her that she was allowed to come.
"Please," she pleaded again, knowing that he wouldn't let her off so easily.
He pulled out of her abruptly and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Without any warning, he slammed back into her from behind, causing Stevie to cry out in pleasure.
Stevie whimpered in response, her hips bucking beneath him as he mercilessly pounded into her. She was lost, consumed by the raw passion of the moment, eager to surrender to her husband's command.
He continued to fuck her brutally, his balls slapping against her wet pussy with a loud smack each time he thrust into her. His hands gripped onto her hips roughly, leaving bruises in their wake. She could feel her body responding to his rough treatment, her orgasm building with each stroke.
John reached down and pinched her clit hard between his thumb and index finger. Stevie cried out in pain and pleasure, her body arching back against him.
“Cream all over my dick, doll. Go ahead. My sweetheart, my good little wife, so pretty, mm, mine,” John reached around her and roughly grabbed her breasts, pinching her pink nipples hard.
Stevie couldn’t hold back any longer. She felt herself tremble as the most intense orgasm of her life hit her. Her body shook violently, her walls clenching around his cock as pleasure coursed through her.
"Fuck, ah!" he growled, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he spilled his hot, sticky seed deep inside her cervix.
They stayed like that for several minutes, their breaths ragged and labored, their bodies still entwined. John's hands gently caressing her bruised hips as he slurred into her ear, “love you, pretty girl. love you, love… you… mm”.
He collapsed on top of her, his weight nearly crushing her and just her luck, he was knocked out cold. Sighing, she wriggled out from beneath him so that his head could rest on her bared tits, just how he liked.
Stevie watched as John's eyes fluttered closed, his lush lips pressing against her nipple as he suckled in his sleep. The dim light of the room dancing over his features, highlighting the protrusion of his cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. It was a comforting dance of possessiveness and intimacy as he unconsciously sought nourishment and comfort from his lover's body.
“My poor baby,” she murmured into his hair, holding the fat of her breast higher so that he could suckle more of it. As she leaned down to press a kiss to his scalp, she could taste the slightly salty tang of his sweat on her lips. Her hands were gentle and loving as they combed through his damp locks, her lips pressing soft kisses against his skin as she murmured words of praise and devotion. God she’d be sore in the morning and have to deal with him feeling terrible on top of it.
But, for now, waking up with a tit in his mouth would surely make him feel a little better.
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