#Have to completely repost it because tumblr kept spamming paragraphs on my writing then eating parts of it

[zappedbyzabka]

This is a repost.

Younger lawrusso (like 22–23) smutty fic + long haired power bottom Johnny.

High heel kink, dom/sub, and feminization ahead.

Daniel waits for Johnny to come out of the bathroom, sitting on the end of the bed with goosebumps spreading on his bare skin and his fingers tapping on his knees; he’s completely naked, as per Johnny’s request, and he’s already half-hard just from the anticipation of what’s ahead.

Johnny finally steps out of the bathroom after what feels like hours, and Daniel’s breath gets caught in his throat. He looks like perfection, in black high heels that make his pale legs look like they go on for miles, a red minidress that’s tight on his body and accentuates his waist made for grabbing, his long, golden hair pulled back into a ponytail, and gloss making his lips look even more tempting than usual—Daniel is absolutely gone for him.

He slides off the bed and onto his knees, crawling over to Johnny and earning himself a coo.

"Do you like my outfit, baby?" Johnny asks, patting the other’s head like one would a dog. Daniel nods his head enthusiastically, dick twitching against his navel.

The taller boy smiles, then brushes his high-heeled foot against Daniel’s bulge teasingly, pulling it away with a scoff when Daniel promptly tries to rut against it. "Yeah, you really like it. You look like you’re about to burst. Poor thing. ” he laughs, right down at the brunet.

Daniel whimpers, his face burning. He digs his fingernails into the carpet to stop himself from breaking a rule and touching Johnny—he's not in control tonight. It’s hard to tuck away his pride, but it feels amazing.

Johnny frowns and tuts his tongue.

"Don’t give me those eyes, punk, I’ll let you touch soon." he reassures, then walks right past Daniel and perches himself on the chair in the corner of the room, a thrill running through him at the way the short man hurriedly crawls after him.

"Good boy," he croons once Daniel is at his feet again. He grabs his face with one hand and squishes his cheeks, then leans down to give him a quick kiss, giggling at the way Daniel chases after the kiss when he pulls away. He admires the look of his lipgloss on Daniel’s lips. "You’re my good boy, aren’t you, LaRusso? You love it when I tell you what to do, hm? My little puppy?”

Daniel squeezes his eyes shut, hips twitching against nothing—hearing Johnny say his last name in that same sneering way he did in high school has him feeling like he has a fucking fever. "Yes, sir.”

Johnny grins, pleased. "And that—" he leans back against the chair and pushes his heel roughly against Daniel’s aching dick, "is why you get to cum tonight."

The noise Daniel lets out is pathetic.

Johnny moves his foot away and spreads his legs a little to torture Daniel with the sight of his soft inner thighs. The brunet presses his tongue to the roof of his mouth with the urge to bite and lick.

"Hump my leg; make yourself cum like that," he orders firmly, giving Daniel an expectant look.

The doe-eyed boy hesitates to obey, unsure if it’s another false tease, so Johnny grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks on it, forcing him to come closer.

Daniel moans, pressing himself closer and gazing up at Johnny like he hung the moon and stars, the first brush of his sensitive cock against Johnny’s skin making his stomach clench. He’s going to start drooling at this rate.

“Get a grip, baby. Hesitate again and I might be too tired to let you fuck me.”

Daniel nods his head frantically, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he begins to rut against Johnny’s shin, mouth falling open with a groan. God, he must look ridiculous like this, rubbing Johnny’s leg like some sort of animal, but the shame only makes it so much better. He goes faster.

The blond’s yanking hand goes lax, and he cards his fingers through Daniel’s hair.

"That’s a good boy. You can touch me now too."

It takes Daniel’s dazed brain a moment to process what he said, but once he does, his reverent hands are all over Johnny, touching his thighs and waist and anywhere he can reach.

"Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful—" he chants, pushing Johnny’s dress up to mouth at his thighs, drooling.

He watches Daniel fall apart with rapt attention—it’s the most difficult thing in the world to keep from just kicking the smaller man to the ground and riding his dick until he cries and shakes.

He knows that soon enough, he’s going to make Daniel beg to fuck him, but right now his only goal is getting him to paint his leg pearly, just from this. Just from how desperately he wants to stick it in him. No one else can say they’ve had Daniel LaRusso like this, and he needs to really savor it every time.

He rucks the skirt of his dress up until his panties are fully visible, red like his dress and soaked at the front from pre-cum, then hooks his free leg over the arm of the chair so Daniel can get a better view. He loves the way his pet looks just about ready to eat him alive.

"Look, you make my pussy so wet."

Daniel cums with a choke.