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The world feels different tonight.
The air is thick and yet breathable, warm even though she feels a shiver work its way through her system. It gets better, though, when she feels him at her back, warm and comforting and strangely familiar. Like she’s home.
“I’m so proud of you…” His voice, god his voice, the deep, throaty sound making her legs weak. His hands, rough from months of doing karate, run across her shoulders and down her arms, goosebumps rising in his wake. “My amazing, beautiful champion.”
His words are said so softly, so carefully, sending a flutter straight through to her stomach. They bring back a memory only hours before. The thoughts are hesitant, right at the front of her mind but they’re hazy, like she’s seeing them through a sheet of cellophane. It’s like her mind is too focused on one thing to remember what really happened, what really is the truth.
Sam jumps, only slightly, at the touch to her hips, his fingers playing with the exposed skin there. She’s still in her sports bra that she had on under her gi, as well as her gi pants, but the way he’s touching her makes it feel like she should have less on. Like she should be completely naked.
His fingers are careful when they get to her hair, removing the clips from the messy up-do she had so it wouldn’t get in her face while fighting. The thick, curly strands fall across her bare shoulders, but the man behind her is quick to move them, his lips scorching hot against the skin there.
His hands—his hands— pull her closer to him by her stomach, the muscles there constricting against the touch. When her back meets his clothed, solid chest, she feels his warm breath on her neck, his next words breathed against the skin, “You’re so beautiful, princess. I love the way you react to my touch. Like you’re fucking desperate for me.”
His words send a shot of pleasure through her entire body, lingering for a long time at her core. God, she needs him, so bad she can actually taste it. And his words—they’re true. Sam does need him desperately. So desperately she feels like she could collapse.
Sam slowly turns around in his arms, staring up into his dark, dark eyes. The blue is still there, it always will be, but she can see the hunger more, the way they darken further when they rove over her face, stilling on her lips for a long time, but he doesn’t move to kiss her.
Eli’s breath stutters in his throat when Sam slips her hand into the opening of his gi, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. Something about it feels wrong, though, like she is feeling it through thick plastic. It’s there, but inconsistent. Faint. She pushes it from her mind, wanting to focus on just him.
His chest is solid, the muscles there screaming at her that karate has taken a toll on him, as she slips the gi off his shoulders. She doesn’t watch it fall to the floor—she just stares at his exposed torso, her fingers running wild along his skin. The reaper tattoo is what she spots first, the angry little thing standing out starkly from his pale skin. For a moment she remembers what was there before, the name and the symbol, and this moment shifts, turning blurry until it stops.
Eli’s fingers gently grab her chin, lifting her head up until they lock eyes. God, she could quite literally combust when she sees the pure hunger in them. He doesn’t even try to hide it.
Seemingly reading her mind, Eli stares into her eyes so she can understand the depth of his words. “It’s only you, Sam. It’s only ever been you.”
The words send a shot straight into her heart. Sam almost begs him to kiss her, but all he does is back her against the wall, his hips holding her in place. She almost moans when she feels his erection press against her, tense and ready to tear into her and make her fall apart, again and again until all she can do is gasp for him, gasp his name.
Feeling bold, she palms him through the material of his pants, feeling the tenseness of the flesh. Eli’s breath stutters in his throat, his forehead moving forward to rest against hers, his warm breath fanning across her face. “You drive me fucking wild, princess,” he chokes out, the words sounding like they’re hurting his throat. He cups her face then, fingers possessive against her neck. “I need to fuck you so bad.”
She can’t seem to say anything yet, but Eli seems to see the answer in her eyes. Leaning down, he presses an opened-mouth kiss to her neck, gently biting at the skin.
Sam’s mind is both hyper-focused on his touch but also can’t seem to rationalize a single thought. His touch, while familiar, seems to make her head spin into oblivion and Sam is glad to go with it, if the way his lips feel against her neck is any indication.
She pulls him closer, her fingers threading through his shorter hair. Sam remembers the anger that went through her when he told them what Cobra Kai did, and all she wanted to do was see them all pay. And, despite the big change, he looks fucking gorgeous with short hair.
Eli growls against her collarbone when his clothed cock brushes against her, his fingers shaking, only slightly, against her neck. “Will you let me?” When his eyes rise to hers, there’s nothing but pure, visceral hunger behind them that it takes her breath away. “Will you let me fuck you?”
The answer will always be yes , but she can’t seem to say the word. It’s like her mouth and her mind are not connected. So she nods, hoping that will be enough.
Eli brushes his thumb softly against her lips, staring at them unbidden. “Not good enough, Sam. I need to hear you say it.” He separates her bottom lip from the top. “Use those pretty words for me.”
Breathless from the heat, the way he’s looking at her, the way he’s touching her, Sam swallows as much as her dry mouth will let her and says, “I want you to fuck me.”
Eli’s smirk makes her stomach flutter and suddenly she’s in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and she’s being carried to her bed— when did she get into her bedroom?— and gently placed on the covers, sinking into the familiar fabric like she’s on a cloud. Eli climbs on a moment later, his eyes hungry as he takes her in. It’s akin to the way he looks at her during training, when it was hot enough so she just had a thin tank top on.
But Eli’s eyes now… she could simply combust from the look.
“God, princess, you’re so fucking wet for me,” Eli says quietly, kissing her knee as he slides her underwear down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder. “I can’t wait to watch you come all over my face and cock.”
Sam tries to say his name but her throat closes for only a second and all she can do is moan, her lip caught between her teeth so hard she can taste blood. Her fingers try to grab onto the sparse hair on his head but there isn’t enough, so she grabs the back of his neck and hopes to God it will be enough to keep her grounded to earth. She swears she could just float into the air and never get back down.
Something in Sam’s mind must’ve happened because the next thing she sees is Eli’s face between her legs, his lips pressing into her thigh and telling her how soft she feels, how good her skin tastes.
And when he licks into her, she screams. It comes out without hesitation, the sensation of his tongue flattening against her center and licking up into her sending her mind into overdrive. Sam cries out his name then, finally, the feeling of it seeming to force all the oxygen from her lungs. She can feel his eyes on her, looking up at her while his tongue is deep inside of her, but she can’t look at him. Sam would simply combust if she does.
“You taste so fucking amazing, Sam,” he says hoarsely, sucking her into his mouth and groaning against her skin. She scratches her nails against his scalp, trying to find something to keep her rooted to the world below her. It’s proving difficult when he presses two fingers into her, keeping his tongue against her clit as he works the two digits in and out of her. Sam clutches him tighter, moaning against her pillow.
Eli circles her clit with his tongue and she moans, her hips bucking up at the overwhelming sensation. But his hand—his goddamn fucking HAND— circle her stomach and push her back down against the bed, holding her in place as he makes her feel so good she swears she will forget her own name by the end of it.
“I’ve got you, baby. You taste so fucking good,” Eli whispers against her, spitting onto her center before licking it back up, his tongue flicking against her clit and she is done for.
Samantha LaRusso is screaming his name into the air.
When she slowly comes down from her high, she feels Eli’s lips pressing kisses up her body, each one hotter and more passionate than the last. Sam’s body heats up even more than it already is when he kisses the underside of her jaw, the touch so soft. “You look so beautiful when you come, princess.”
Sam’s hands skim up his back, nails scraping against the tattoo she has seen many times before. She can just about see the edge of a wing, peeking out from over his shoulder. She kisses the pattern once, twice and Eli groans above her, looking down into her eyes like she could just simply devour her.
Sam scrapes her nails against his chest and down until she reaches his pants, pushing them down his hips along with his boxers until his cock springs free. The sight of it makes her heart pound. She had thought about this moment more times than she can actually count, secretly of course, but none of her thoughts took into consideration the actual, fucking size of his—
“I’ll make it fit, baby.” Eli gently grabs her jaw, pressing his thumb against her mouth like he’s imagining what he can do with it. For a moment, she wants him to lose control. Sam wants him to have her on her knees as he fucks her mouth.
“What?” she stammers, her heart still pounding. “W-what are you—?”
His gaze is intense. “I saw you staring.” Eli leans down and kisses her, so slowly, so intensely, that Sam swears it does something to her brain. When he looks back into her eyes, there’s so much there: passion, hunger, lust. It makes her head want to explode. “You’re going to take every inch like a good girl. I know you can.”
Sam nods, letting Eli inch her thighs apart with his own as he moves between them. Her heart has never been this fast before. She can’t help but scrape her nails against his back when the tip of his cock brushes against her center, gathering her arousal onto it.
Eli’s gaze is still dark but hesitant when he looks down at her. Brushing her wild mane of curls behind her ear, he whispers the few words inches from her mouth that makes her heart simply jump multiple times in her chest: “Are you sure, Sam?”
Curling her hand around the back of his neck, Sam crashes her lips against his, showing him that he has her pure and enthusiastic consent to continue. But knowing Eli, that won’t be enough, so she breathes it out when they pull away, still as close as they can be, “Positive.”
Eli kisses her forehead when he slowly sinks into her, and the feeling of his cock stretching her makes her gasp and clutch at him tighter. The pressure almost feels too much, but he lets her adjust before pushing in more. Sam almost sobs at the feeling, how good it feels, like nothing she has ever felt before. She bites down on his shoulder to stop herself from moaning too loud, her nails definitely drawing blood against his back.
When he looks at her she feels loved, like everything around him doesn’t exist and all he sees is her. “Want more, baby?” he says as he presses his forehead to hers.
“M-more?” she gasps out, feeling like the word is punching the air from her lungs. “You’re not…?”
“I’m not even halfway yet.” Bracing one hand against the side of her head, he holds her face with the other, curling her hair away from her eyes. He brushes his lips against hers once, softly, before whispering, “More?”
He smiles when she nods, the sight of it making her heart burst. God, he is so beautiful .
When Eli pushes deeper into her she can feel everything, every inch of his cock stretching around her, deep inside. The sensation is too good, too fucking good—
“Is this what you wanted, princess?” When he’s fully inside her, he slowly starts to move, thrusting in and out and completely rendering her speechless.
So she nods, the pleasure already building in her core. He feels so fucking good inside her she can’t even think.
“How does it feel, Sam? Tell me.” He grabs her hand and holds it above her head, curling their fingers together like she is his and he is hers.
Sam opens her mouth to say that it feels so good but all that comes out is a moan, the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of her filling her lungs with too much oxygen.
Eli wraps his hand into her fist and tugs until her head tilts backward. Not enough to hurt, but enough for a new wave of pleasure to crash into her so hard she swears she’s going to go blind. He leans down so he can whisper the next words into her ear, voice so low it sends a tingle up her spine. “How does it feel?”
“So good.” The words are a mere breath, a gasp, and Sam wonders if Eli even heard them.
But then he groans against her neck as he bottoms out inside of her, the pressure so intense. “Such a good fucking girl.”
Sam moans at the praise, curling her fingers into the sparse hair at the back of his neck and gripping as much as she can, feeling every fucking inch of his cock as he slides in and out of her.
“F-faster—” Sam breathes the word against his neck, biting at the sensitive skin when he hits a perfect spot inside of her. “Please.”
He does as she asks, bracing one hand against her hip so he can hold her still as he fucks into her, their hips snapping together causing such a lewd sound that Sam is so thankful no one is in the house to her it. She screams at the pleasure, clawing at his back like that would be enough to keep her on Earth.
He just feels too good, like they were always supposed to do this. Like they were made for each other.
“Open your eyes, princess.”
When she does, Eli smooths her hair away from her face, leaning down until their noses touch. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black. It sends pleasure pooling deep into her stomach. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”
Eli kisses her once before leaning up slightly, rocking into her so hard she sees stars. Sam grabs at his arm, needing him to go harder, faster, until he is a part of her forever. His hand moves up her chest to her neck, resting his hand against her throat as he continues fucking her. The muscles in his forearm strain, tense, and the sight is enough for her to almost be tipped over the edge into oblivion.
His eyes roam over every inch of her face, biting his lower lip as his hips continue their relentless pace. “I love the way you look at me while you’re being fucked.”
Sam moans loudly. “E-Eli—”
Eli lifts himself up then, pulling her hips up off the bed as well so he can fuck her harder. “That’s it, baby. Say my name—louder. Let the whole neighborhood know who makes you feel this good.”
Sam starts to scream—
but she feels something else instead—
a pull—
toward somewhere else—
it’s too powerful—
she tries to fight—
she really does—
But she’s already on the other side.
Samantha LaRusso wakes up with a gasp.
Her hand finds her throat in the darkness and she curses herself for making such a loud noise in the silence of the house. She blinks into the void in front of her, finding the spot where Eli was only seconds ago, now he’s nowhere in sight. He wouldn’t be. Of course he wouldn’t be. God, what the hell is wrong with her? The dream… it felt so real .
Sam thought her feelings toward the All Valley champion were under control, but clearly… not. She is such a terrible person. How can she do this to Miguel? To Moon? Sam saw her friend and Eli kiss before his fight with Kyler only hours before. It was safe to assume they’re back together. And Miguel…
To distract her mind, she fishes her phone from the top of her nightstand, cringing at the brightness. She scrolls through Instagram for a moment until she sees a picture of Eli and Moon with his trophy and starts to feel nauseous.
Sam opens their text thread from earlier, looking at the texts and smiling at the small exchange.
Sam: i know i already said this at the arena, but congratulations again eli. i’m so happy for you 😊
Eli: Thanks Sam, I really appreciate that
Eli: And I’m sorry how it turned out. You deserve that trophy, not Tory
Sam: thank you for saying so, but it’s not your fault
Eli: I know
Eli: But are you okay, though? She looked like she really hurt your eye
Sam: it’s okay now. once i put some ice on it, it felt better. thank you for asking.
Eli: Of course
Eli: Anyway, I’m going to head off to bed, I am TIRED from the fights.
Sam: me too 😂
Eli: See you tomorrow?
Sam: see you tomorrow
It’s hard to believe that they’re friends now. Sam hated his guts when he was in Cobra Kai. She still found him attractive though, annoyingly. And the attraction just grew and grew when he came into Miyagi-Do, grew to be a better person.
Sam clicks off her phone and stares up at the dark ceiling, refusing to sleep in case it happens again. In case she sees him in her bed again. She knows she is a bad friend, bad girlfriend, bad person, so she can’t let her mind wander freely again. She can’t . The guilt is just too much.
So she swallows down her feelings for the blue-eyed boy and forgets all about her dream. It’s for the best.