You immediately gained Hawk and Miguel’s attention as soon as you walked into the party. Their eyes shamelessly moved up and down your body, enraptured by the light reflecting off your smooth legs and the tightness of your top clinging to your chest. You threw your long hair back over your shoulders as you laughed at something your friend said. The way your face brightened was already a turn on for them if they were being quite honest.
Miguel stared in awe as if a goddess herself walked through the door. The beauty he was witnessing was one he knew he could never find again in the world. He would get down on his hands and knees to worship the ground you walked upon, do anything you asked him to in a heartbeat.
Hawk smirked to himself. He loved challenges and you looked like a puzzle that he had to complete. He could become anything you wanted him to if that meant you being under him by the end of the night. He’d let himself fall with the risk of not knowing if you were at the bottom or not. Your word would be sacred to him.
You were rummaging through the cooler for a drink when you noticed them. Hawk was leading with Miguel trailing behind.
“Looking for anything specific,” he asked. There was a lively glint in his eye that was easy to detect.
“Just something good,” you answered. “I don’t like to waste my time on disappointment.”
Hawk raised his eyebrows at the phrase, intrigued. “I’d hate for that to happen.” He walked past you to the fridge.
As he looked through, you glanced at his quiet friend. He sent you a sheepish smile that you returned.
“It’s Miguel, right,” you asked him.
“Um, ye— yeah. Yeah, it’s Miguel.”
The way you stared from head to toe made him inhale shakily. What were you thinking? What did you want from him?
Hawk handed you a bottle that made you nod, impressed. He walked back to Miguel and threw his arm around his shoulders.
“Only the baddest badass in the whole damn valley,” he bragged. This made Miguel’s cheeks glow red as he shook his head and laughed.
You observed the way they bantered with each other. Not exactly like brothers, but something different.
“I gotta get back to my friends, but I’ll see you guys later.” You popped the cap off the bottle and took a drink while you walked away.
Hawk’s face fell as he quickly turned around. “W— wait.” You looked over your shoulder at him. “We thought you wanted to hang out for a bit. With us.”
You looked back and forth between them. Between Hawk’s words and Miguel’s pleading eyes, they shared a look of desperation.
Miguel’s shoulders slumped, dismayed, but Hawk patted his shoulder.
“She said later,” Hawk repeated once you left.
“And there was a maybe before it,” Miguel added. “What makes you think she’d want to hang out with us?”
“Because we’re awesome?” He spoke as if it was the most obvious observation in the world.
“Not when you say shit like that.”
Miguel pushed his shoulder playfully that Hawk returned with a grin. They moved past the moment to try and enjoy themselves with the rest of the party, unaware of you staring from a distance. The corner of your lip upturned watching them.
The party was going on for hours. Even when hoards of people left, the energy was still there. Throughout the night, you had exchanged small glances and smiles towards Hawk and Miguel, like you were acknowledging the fact you haven’t forgotten about them.
Miguel was watching from one of the lounge seats outside as you waved off to your friends driving away. He was confused to why you haven’t left, but it gave him a small amount of hope. That small feeling grew once he saw you walking towards them. He hit Hawk’s arm for his attention.
The boy looked at Miguel and back at you. His smirk returned.
“Mind if I sit?” Your head tilted to the side as you smiled. One leg was crossed over the other while you kept your hands behind your back. It looked purely innocent in their eyes.
“Go ahead.” Hawk gestured to the empty seat next to Miguel and took a drink from his cup.
Miguel noticed the way your skirt was riding up your legs when you sat down. His eyes shifted towards yours to see you were already staring at him, that same pretty smile on your face.
“So, you guys met doing karate,” you asked.
“A little before that. I guess karate brought us closer.” Hawk nudged Miguel’s arm with his fist softly.
“And which one of you is the best?” They seemed confused, so you clarified, “At karate.”
They were a little surprised at the forward question. Glancing at each other, they shrugged.
“Technically, Miguel’s won the All Valley tournament,” Hawk stated.
“Yeah, but so did you this year. Not to mention, you were in the semi-finals last year,” Miguel added. “And you represented us for the Sekai Tekai.”
You watched them curiously go back and forth as they engaged with one another.
“Look how that ended.” A bitter look overcame Hawk as he remembered the most recent fight.
“That doesn’t matter, man,” Miguel defended. “You would’ve won that fair if they didn’t cheat. That ref didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about.”
For a boy so shy and sweet looking, you liked the assertiveness he brought when it came to defending his friend. Hawk must’ve thought the same thing as his cheeks tinted a light red.
“I haven’t seen you guys fight before.” Your tone made it sound like a challenge. You didn’t say more after, but it also seemed like enough said.
“Have you ever wanted to do karate,” Miguel asked you.
“When I was younger, I did. My mom took me out, though, because she thought it gave me aggression issues. Which, it didn’t. She just thought it was too violent.” You rolled your eyes while leaning back in the chair.
Both boys started remembering everything that had happened to them after joining karate. Although there were a lot of great moments, the bad ones could never be forgotten. There was a point in time they feared their friendship would never be the same anymore.
“Sounds like you two have a long history together,” you said. “Is there anything else you guys share besides karate?”
Miguel chuckled a bit. “What do you mean share?”
You shrugged innocently. “What do you think I mean?”
The two boys glanced at each other, unsure if they were understanding you correctly. You looked back and forth between them as you awaited an answer.
“I don’t know. I mean we’re kind of polar opposites in ways, I guess,” Hawk answered.
“So, like, one of you is a virgin and the other is a freak in the sheets?”
Miguel laughed nervously into his cup to hide his red face while Hawk found your questions amusing.
“Who would you think is who,” Hawk asked.
You hummed while tilting your head. You reached over to place your hand on Miguel’s shoulder, the tips of your fingers skimming his curls.
“You look as innocent as they come,” you told him. Noticing Hawk’s smug smile, you continued, “But it’s always the innocent ones that are the kinkiest, right?” You sat back in the chair, your touch leaving Miguel’s. “So, do either of you live around here?”
Miguel cleared his throat and pointed. “Yeah. Just over there.”
You nodded and stood up. They watched as you walked towards his apartment. You looked back at them.
“Are you coming?” You made sure to make eye contact with each boy.
Hawk and Miguel glanced at each other and quickly stood up, trailing behind. You waited patiently for Miguel to open the door and he welcomed you inside. It was dark, meaning no one was home.
Miguel felt himself get choked up. “Bed— bedroom? It’s, um, it’s just down the hallway.”
You nodded, walking that way. Hawk was eagerly close behind with a restless Miguel. Thankfully, he cleaned his room beforehand.
You pushed open the door and stepped inside. “I like your posters.” You chuckled staring at a particular one. “My mom loves Guns N’ Roses. She plays it like every morning.”
The boys were too nervous to even respond. They were both wondering if this was heading into the direction they think it was. Their answer came quickly as you carefully sat down on Miguel’s bed. You didn’t say anything and looked at them with a single raised brow.
In a blink of an eye, the boys were on either side of you. You couldn’t help but smile at their excitement. They sat so close to you, your legs were pressed against the fabric of their jeans. A small breath left your lips as you looked at Hawk.
You placed your hand on his cheek and leaned in. He did the same until you turned your head last minute to place a gingerly kiss on his cheek. You pulled away with an innocent smile. The comforter crumpled under Hawk’s grip as he shifted relentlessly. You knew what you were doing.
You looked at Miguel who gulped. You paused your movements in silent questioning and received a nod in response. His hand immediantly grasped the side of your neck as you leaned up to kiss him.
God, Miguel Diaz had to be the most gentle person to ever exist.
He moved with such care, as if savoring the taste of you on his tongue. His grip on you never tightened, only held you close. A stirring in his stomach occurred as your hand moved to his knee and squeezed lightly. He could feel your movements slowing down as you started to pull away. He couldn’t help but chase you pathetically, receiving another squeeze on his knee as a promise.
You looked at Hawk again who was more than prepared. A small smirk was the last thing he saw on your lips before diving in. He moved at a quicker pace. His hand went to your inner thigh, making you squirm. A low moan came from you as he massaged the skin tenderly. For someone with such a soft touch, his mouth was otherwise.
When you pulled away, he attached himself to your neck, peppering kisses everywhere he could. You looked back at Miguel, seeing his blown-out eyes and parted lips. You used your thumb and pointer finger to grab his chin and guide him towards you. As his lips moved against yours, his hand travelled to your stomach and slowly made its way up.
You pulled away again and Miguel kept himself busy on the other side of your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of both boys marking you up, their hands skimming around your body.
Hawk and Miguel pulled away and looked at you for their next move. You grabbed both of them, guiding them towards the middle until the three of you collided.
It was messy and hot. Parted lips claimed yours in a messy kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and exploring every open space. You started going back and forth with them as they started closing in on you more and more. It nearly made it difficult to turn your head, but one of the boys was always there, awaiting their turn.
You slowly departed from them. But they kept going.
You leaned back on your elbows as Hawk and Miguel indulged with each other. You weren’t sure if they were aware of your lack of presence, or perhaps, they didn’t care. It was like they were starving for each other and succumbed into their cravings.
A low laugh came from you that made them stop. They stared at each other momentarily and looked at you.
“Just friends, my ass,” you retorted, sitting up. You still had a smile on your face as you kissed Hawk first, then Miguel. “You guys are adorable.”
Miguel rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. He looked at Hawk who was in the same state, one of his arms wrapping around your waist as his chin rested on your shoulder. His hand found Miguel’s and gave a light squeeze.
challengers, but cobra kai edition
