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.
we don't talk enough about how Kreese literally groomed Johnny, if not sexually, then still psychologically, for most of his teenage years, and how that combined with johnny's self-repression, internalized ideals of manhood, daddy issues, etc, have literally caused life long trauma
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Karate Kid (Movies), Cobra Kai (TV)
Relationship: John Kreese/Johnny Lawrence
Characters: John Kreese, Johnny Lawrence
Additional Tags: First Time Together, Seduction, Johnny is like 21, Living Together, friends/colleagues/former sensei&champ to lovers, football talk, himbo johnny, submissive johnny lawrence, Daddy Kink, sensei kink, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Blowjobs
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You haven’t thrown yourself in the trash can until you’ve done ship bingo for the Controversial Pairing of the Karate Man Nostalgia Quartet: Kreese/Johnny aka Kreerence aka J2. People seem to either like it or hate it
Tbh, I don't personally ship it, but who am I to judge? It's got its own tropes and themes to explore just like any other fictional ship. You can't really choose what gives you brain worms.
I've read a few fics where it's part of an ot3 or hinted at in the background that I enjoyed, and the psychology of those two is just bonkers yonkers. (A medical term)
I think there's levels of ships and I have this one level that is "not objectively into it but I do want to study them like bugs" and that's where this sits for me.
