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if miguel introduced johnny to snap
#made by me#cobra kai#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#miyagi do#eagle fang#robby keene#miguel diaz#sam larusso#tory nichols#hawk#eli moskowitz#cobra kai season 6#cobra kai s6#cobra kai spoilers#cobra kai cast#cobra kai meme#cobra kai fandom#cobra kai fanfiction#robby keene x reader#lawrusso#miguel diaz x reader#cobra kai fic#anthony larusso#demetri alexopoulos#karate kid#the karate kid#ralph macchio#william zabka
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i'm thinking we should start strong with our captains. sam. robby. devon, you'll go next. hawk, demetri. and miguel's our anchor.
#ckedit#miguel diaz#robby keene#samantha larusso#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#xolo maridueĂąa#tanner buchanan#mary mouser#william zabka#ralph macchio#cobra kai#*mine#*mygifs#*mine: gifs#kajaedit#let's try this again
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The Karate Kid but it's a gay romantic comedy
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Heâs Got The Fire
[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesnât take long to realize itâs not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.
WC: 2076
Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff, Introverted(ish)!Reader
Honestly, Iâm surprised I havenât started writing this franchise earlier given how itâs about equal with my love for BTTF
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The sun had already gone down a while ago, the air was crisp, and the sky was starry. It was the perfect evening to watch the moon rise. The wind carried a chill, and the trees were almost bare, swaying in the breeze.
With a sigh, you closed the book you had been reading and stretched your legs, looking out the window of your room. By now, everyone had been asleep for a few hours, and you worked on upcoming assignments to pass the time. But when you had gotten to your last one, you just couldn't be bothered anymore, so you set it aside.
The quietness was nice, and the light from the moon cast a blue-ish glow on everything around you. You were so calm, but there was still something that had you feeling off.
Johnny.
He was never around much lately. It wasn't surprising, but it was disheartening. Ever since that championship loss a while back, he had been training even harder, and when he wasn't training, he was out doing god-knows-what.
You understood how important Cobra Kai was to him, but the fact that he was putting everything else on the back burner really had you worried. He had a tendency to go down the wrong path and not think about the consequences until after the fact. You hoped that wasn't what was happening this time.
Pulling your knees up, you rested your head on them and looked out at the night. There was a full moon, and you wondered if Johnny had noticed. He used to love taking walks at night just to see the moon and look up at the stars.
He had changed so much since then. That fire inside of him burned so brightly that sometimes you wondered if it would burn him, too.
Sitting like that for a while, you lost track of time. It was easy to get distracted and drift away from reality when your mind wandered. It was something you were trying to work on, and you were actually doing pretty well.
Until you heard a pang on your window.
Sitting up, you looked around, wondering if a bird had flown into it, but you saw nothing. Your mind immediately went to a branch falling or something like that, and you were ready to dismiss the strange noise and go back to daydreaming.
But the pang came again, and your heart leaped in your throat. You stood and cautiously moved toward the window. At the same time, a face popped up from below, and you shrieked.
He motioned for you to open the window, along with attempts to hush you. It was a very frantic gesture, and you felt your heart rate rise. You quickly opened the window and stuck your head out.
"Johnny?!" You whispered-yelled, and he was pulling himself up. "What are you doing?"
"Shhh!" He held a finger to his lips and looked behind him, and your eyebrows furrowed.
"Johnny-"
"Do you want the whole neighborhood to know I'm here? Let me in!"
You stared at him for a moment longer before helping him through the window. It didnât go as smoothly as one would expect, like the movies, but he managed to tumble in. You stood there, arms folded, as he dusted himself off.
You havenât seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You wouldâve called yourself psychic if it werenât for the fact that Johnny always did the unexpected.
He looked⌠good, to say the least. The red jacket still fit him perfectly; his blonde hair was combed and fluffy, and his eyes were still focused and alert, even if his body language seemed a little sluggish.
To be honest, Johnny was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. His sharp jawline, his toned muscles, and that cocky smile of his. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the way he always looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.
For a while, you didnât understand why he chose to pursue you, of all people. He could have anyone he wanted. You weren't exactly a social butterfly, and you always got nervous and shy in the presence of others.
Johnny was the opposite of you. He was outgoing, and his charisma attracted everyone to him. And the way his voice was so smooth and deep. He could be the most annoying person on the planet, but when he said your name, you would melt.
So when he asked you out, you thought it was some sort of joke. I mean, he was the hottest guy in school. And you were just⌠you.
But then you realized there was more to him than just the bad boy exterior. He had a sensitive side, and his vulnerability was endearing. His family was⌠well, a lot. His mom was nice, but she had her fair share of issues, and his stepfather was a piece of work.
It only took one date to realize the Johnny you were accustomed to wasnât the real him. The real him was like you⌠except he could kick ass and had some pent-up anger issues.
And yet, here you were.
"Johnny-" You began, but he stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. You stood stiffly, arms at your sides.
"God, I've missed you."
That was the last thing you expected him to say. You felt your face heat up, your chest warm up, and your shoulders slumped. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him.
"I've missed you too."
You could feel him grin against the top of your head, and he squeezed you a little tighter. He was so warm, and it made you forget the fact that he was literally climbing through your window at almost midnight.
After a minute or so, he pulled away and held your face in his hands. You were looking into those piercing blue eyes, and you could feel butterflies in your stomach.
"Why are you here?" You asked, your voice a little above a whisper.
He hesitated, and that was the moment you knew something was wrong. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I, uh⌠I needed to see you."
You raised an eyebrow, but you didn't say anything. You were waiting for him to elaborate, but when he didn't, you sighed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the bed. You sat on the edge, and he followed.
"Johnny," You said, turning toward him and placing a hand on his knee. "Talk to me. What's going on?"
"Nothing, I just⌠wanted to see you."
You didn't say anything. You knew better than that. So you waited.
"Okay, okay," He sighed. "Look, I'm not gonna lie to you, but I canât tell you why."
"That's reassuring."
"It's just⌠things are⌠well, I just needed to get away. It's nothing, I'm fine, don't worry."
You were silent. You didn't really know what to say. There was so much going on, and it was hard for you to believe him when he told you not to worry.
"Is it⌠Is it Sid? Your mom?"
"JustâŚâ He shook his head and stood, rubbing the back of his neck. He started pacing, and that was when you knew he was really upset. âJust drop it, alright? Everything's fine."
âYou ignored me for the past two weeks, Johnny. Something is wrong."
He stopped and glared at you, and you froze. You were taken aback by the expression on his face. He seemed frustrated and almost angry.
The look⌠you knew it wasnât directed at you, but you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He was always so hot-headed and stubborn, and when his mood shifted, you had a hard time knowing what to do.
He seemed to realize his expression and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh.
"Sorry, God, I'm sorry, it's not you. I'm just-" He sighed and plopped back down on the bed next to you, running his hands over his face. "I'm a fucking mess, okay? Just forget I came."
It was weird how, in certain situations, you could completely shift into a different person. Youâve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didnât think it would ever happen to you.
And yet, the second you heard the words come out of his mouth, you were hit with an overwhelming urge to turn his head towards yours, grab his face in your hands, and kiss him.
So you did.
You couldnât really tell him why you did it. It just felt like the right thing to do, and it was an impulse. You figured it was the best way to let him know that you were here and he wasnât alone.
The second your lips met, he was leaning into you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. You could feel the passion and desperation behind the kiss, and it took you a moment to match his energy.
He was rough and intense, and he pulled away after a few moments, moving to your neck. You gasped and gripped the collar of his jacket, feeling the heat of his lips on your skin.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say. And it was true. You had missed him more than you had thought. You had almost forgotten how much of a force he was to be reckoned with.
You let out a shaky breath, trying to form words, but failing. Instead, you tugged on his jacket and pulled him towards you, hoping he would get the message.
And he did.
His lips found yours again, and he was pushing you back, holding himself above you with one hand. His other was moving up your shirt, his fingers grazing your stomach, causing goosebumps to rise.
Your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers danced across your ribs. His lips were rough, but they moved with such grace and delicacy it was hard to keep up.
He pulled away for a moment, and you looked up at him, catching your breath. His blonde hair was messy, and his eyes were a little hooded. He looked like a mess, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.
You reached up and brushed his hair back, giving him a soft smile.
âIs thatâŚâ His eyes peered away from you, and you raised an eyebrow. "Do you still have that damn elephant?"
Your eyes followed his, and you spotted the elephant in question. It was a gift Johnny had given you back when things were different. Come to think of it, you werenât even sure you were together at that point.
"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. âOzzy's special."
"You named it? What are you, ten?"
You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldnât help but smile at him. It felt like old times.
"Don't make fun of him. You gave him to me."
"Yeah, whatever," He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained. "Can't believe you kept him."
"I keep a lot of stuff, Johnny. Especially when they're meaningful."
He was silent for a moment, his eyes still focused on you. The moonlight was shining through the window and casting a shadow on his face.
"I keep a lot of things, too."
Before you could say anything, he was leaning down and kissing you again. You could tell this one was different, more meaningful, like he was pouring his heart and soul into the kiss.
And he was.
He wanted you to know how he felt about you without actually saying it. And although you werenât really sure what was going on, you had a feeling this was what it was.
The fire inside of him was burning again, but finally, after so long, he realized that he needed to take a breather every now and then. Add some water to the flames.
It was a delicate balance. And although he may be bad at showing his feelings, talking about them, or acknowledging them, you were there to make sure he didn't lose himself in the heat.
And maybe, just maybe, the flame was a little more subdued, and the burn a little less harsh.
#johnny lawrence#johnny lawrence x reader#johnny lawrence imagine#johnny lawrence/reader#johnny lawrence x female!reader#young johnny lawrence#karate kid#karate kid fanfiction#karate kid x reader#cobra kai#cobra kai x reader#daniel larusso#daniel larusso x reader#80s movies#x reader#fanfic#reader#fanfiction#cobra kai fanfiction#ralph macchio#william zabka#billy zabka#billy zabka x reader#ralph macchio x reader#johnny lawrence x you#johnny lawrence x yn#karate kid fanfic#cobra kai fanfic#fluff#angst
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I need to understand why Miguel, A FUCKING TEENAGER, is standing in front of Daniel and Johnny, TWO FUCKING OLD MEN IF YOU CARE, in the middle of a beach as if he were an angry latin mother scolding her two children
#there are no adults in cobra kai#for real#poor miguel#i can hear him yelling at johnny and daniel âWHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THIS?????â#and they both're like âHE STARTED FIRSTâ#leave miguel alone please#he's too young to have two 60 year-old children#cobra kai#miguel diaz#johnny lawrence#daniel larusso#ralph macchio#william zabka#billy zabka#robby keene#xolo maridueĂąa#lawrusso#karate kid#the karate kid#zacchio
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Yeah, this isn't making me feel better. No offense. It's not your fault, Pickles. Well, some people just can't be helped.
#cobra kai#cobra kai spoilers#cobrakaiedit#ckedit#johnny lawrence#william zabka#netflixedit#*#poor pickles
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â off limits- miguel diaz
in which... you're johnny's daughter, and you're off limits to miguel, so the only option is to sneak around.
c/w: kissing, making out, swearing, slight crying, fluff, suggestive, smut, mentions of sex etc.
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it was supposed to be simple.
you were just supposed to be his best friend. but simple didn't exactly work out the way you wanted it to. you never expected this to happen. fleeting glances turned to lingering touches, which turned to secretly making out in the backseat of your dad's minivan while you and miguel waited for him to get ready and drive you to school.
to miguel diaz, you were off limits. that's one of the first things johnny had said to him when you were introduced to him. but that just made him want you more. he couldn't not have you.
it all started after school in the dojo.
johnny had told you both to stay back after practice ended and work on your reverse roundhouse kicks.
"but dad-i, i mean sensei, i have homework!" you protested.
"homework can wait for a day, kid. diaz, you're a nerd, right? you can help her." johnny retorted, walking out the door without waiting for a response.
"hey, i'm not a ner- never mind." miguel sighed, looking at you.
"guess it's just us now." you looked up at him, blush coating your cheeks.
"yep, just us," miguel said, equally as flustered. "come on, show me your, uh, stance."
you got into position, putting your fists up, getting ready to raise your leg. miguel studied your form carefully, his eyes travelling up and down your figure.
"wait, you should turn your hips more to get the extra power- you know what, i'll just show you."
he turned to you, gently placing his hands on your hips and adjusting your body.
"was this just an excuse to touch me, miguel?" you laughed at your best friend.
"wh- no! i mean, yeah? no, wait, no." he stammered on his words, face flushed. "i'm an idiot."
"yeah, but you're my idiot." i grinned. "you still have your hands on my hips, by the way."
"oh fuck, sorry. that's my bad. god, please don't tell sensei about this, he'll kill me. oh, you're going to tell him, aren't you? yeah, that's it, i'm getting kicked off the team-" he started rambling.
"miguel." you interrupted him. "just- just stop talking."
his mouth snapped shut, eyes wide. he gulped slowly, the tension in the air hanging awkwardly.
without another word, you closed the gap between you and him. you gently cupped his jaw, and pulled him in, your lips softly meeting his. miguel snapped out of his trance and kissed you back, his hands slowly finding your waist, pulling you closer to him. your fingers found their way into his hair.
the kiss deepened, and his tongue swiped on your lower lip. you parted your mouth, and his tongue met yours. you let out a small moan, surprised by the sudden action. you both broke apart, breathing heavily, foreheads resting against one another.
"i've been wanting to do this for too long now." miguel breathed.
"trust me, i know." you laughed and kissed the corner of his mouth.
and that was that. the thin line between being friends and something more had been blurred. miguel and you were perfect for each other. he was like the missing piece of the puzzle of your life.
even when miguel got injured, you were with him through everything. you and johnny even helped him get back up on his feet.
"you're a sensei. it's who you are. if you can't see that, you're blind." miguel looked at your dad, disappointment etched across his face.
"miguel, i think that's enough, yeah?" you looked at your boyfriend, wincing at his harsh words for your dad.
you looked at your dad, confused at his shocked expression when you looked down to his hand- he wasn't holding the rope that helped miguel stand like a pulley system.
"oh my god," you gasped. your hand flied over your mouth in disbelief- you couldn't believe it. miguel was standing on his own.
"miguel.." johnny muttered under his breath.
"what?" he said in annoyance. but as he glanced down, his expression shifted from irritation to pure shock. his body went still as he realized what had happened.
"am i doing it?" he stammered, eyes wide.
"oh my god, you're doing it." you breathed, stepping closer to him, now standing next to your dad.
miguel blinked, trying to process the impossible. "holy shit, i'm doing it!" miguel's voice cracked.
"you're doing it!" johnny said, unable to control his excitement.
johnny pulled you and miguel into the tightest hug, his arms wrapping around both of you with a warmth that felt almost protective.
"thank you." miguel breathed, his voice laced with emotion.
"nah, thank you." johnny sighed in relief. "i'm going to bring carmen here if she's off work, okay?" he asked the two of you.
"yeah, sure dad." you mumbled, not taking your eyes off of miguel. as soon as you heard the door shut, you pulled your boyfriend into a hug.
"oh my god, miggy, i'm so happy." you breathed into his chest.
"me too. so much." miguel kissed the top of your head, cherishing the moment.
you eyes welled up with tears. you looked up at him. "i'm so proud of you. i love you, miguel. and i know we've never said that before, but i do, so, so much. it's okay, you don't have to say it back-"
"i love you too, ĂĄngel. i love you so much." he looked down at you in adoration, and slowly pulled you into a kiss.
you let a few tears fall, and he broke the kiss, wiping at them. "aw, don't cry," he laughed in adoration and pulled you back into a hug.
you chuckled, wiping your eyes, leaning your head into his chest. after a few seconds, miguel called out your name.
"yeah?" you mumbled from his chest.
"if my legs work, does this finally mean we can fuck again?" he asked you.
"miguel, shut the fuck up."
they did fuck. a lot of times, in fact. they were almost caught a few times too. you contemplated whether or not to tell your dad, but decided against it. johnny had made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything happening between his daughter and miguel.
it was just supposed to be a study session, but all thoughts about chemistry flew out the window the second miguel saw you in your favourite pair of shorts.
you were currently straddling his lap, moving your hips at an agonizingly slow pace, feeling his hardness right under your core.
your lips were moving against his in a frenzy, your lip gloss now smeared all over his mouth. you moaned in his mouth, feeling his cock brush against your clothed clit over and over again.
"mi-miggy... we were supposed to... study.." you mumble between kisses.
miguel hummed in response, too occupied by the way your tongue felt in his mouth. he grabbed the back of your head and tilted it, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
"fuck, what if dad comes home?" you break away from the kiss, breathing heavily.
"ĂĄngel, i really don't want to think about sensei when you're on my lap in these fucking shorts." miguel groaned.
"good point." you pulled his collar and smashed your lips against his again. you hands found his hair, tugging at his messy curls as he held your hips, guiding you up and down his jean-clad cock.
"fuck, miguel!" you moaned loudly as his erection rubbed against your core. "i think i'm going to-"
you both froze at the sound of the main door of your apartment shutting. "hey, kid, i'm home! " your dad shouted. "is diaz still here? i wanted to show you both the new equipment i got.."
"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, we're so fucked!" you exclaimed as miguel practically pushed you off of him. you fixed your hair, pulling your previously ridden-up shorts down. miguel wiped your lipgloss off of his mouth, gesturing for you to do the same. you threw him a backpack so that he could cover his erection, and reached for the textbooks left in the dust in the corner of your bed.
your dad turned the door handle, just in time. "oh hey, there you both are."
"hey sensei." miguel greeted.
"hey, dad," you got up from your bed, legs slightly shaking, and made your way to johnny. without a word, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. he gently kissed the top of your forehead, his touch warm and reassuring. "how was your day?" you said, letting go.
"eh, same old. kicked a guy's ass today. he was being an asshole and he deserved it. did you both study?" he looked between the two of you. "wait, is something going on? diaz, why are you hugging that backpack?"
"uh, no reason, sensei. just... wanted to hug something to make up for the absence of a girlfriend. just... a physical placeholder for a deeper emotional need?" he stammered.
"okay, sounds good. we'll get you some hot babes." johnny lifted his fist up. "listen up, i'm going over to the larusso's to sort something out okay? no funny business."
"obviously. gross, dad." you muttered, trying to sell it.
he shut the door of you bedroom, and you collapsed on your bed. "that was too fucking close." you sighed.
"yeah, you were close, too." miguel grinned.
"oh, shut it."
you had to to tell your dad someday, right? you both had planned it out perfectly. miguel would invite you and johnny over for dinner at his place, where they would break the news to johnny and carmen , as yaya and robby already knew.
"god, i hope everything goes well." you groaned, resting your head against miguel's chest. "dad doesn't really take change that nicely."
you and miguel had spent two hours planning on how to tell your respective parents that you both were dating. after getting tired, you decided to get out of the apartment for some fresh air.
"babe, i'm sure everything's going to be fine, okay? just relax." miguel reassured you, rubbing your shoulder in comfort.
"i hope so. i'm so sick of sneaking around, miggy. i want to kiss you without fearing that my dad might walk in from somewhere." you groaned, looking up at him.
"oh yeah? like this?" miguel dropped his head down, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. he lifted you up and spun you around. you shrieked your arms landing on the back of his neck instinctively.
"miggy! he might come home soon! we're literally out in the open." you giggled.
he set you down and grabbed your face in his hands, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
"what're you both doing?"
you both jumped apart at the noise, freezing as you came face to face with johnny. "oh my god, dad, i can explain-"
"diaz, what did i tell you about my daughter being off limits? so you're telling me, the times the both of you've been studying in your room," johnny made quotation marks in the air to emphasize studying. "you've been doing it?"
"ew, gross, dad! there's not been any doing, okay? jeez, you're making it sound so much worse than it is!" you exclaim.
"that's it. miguel, you're off the team. you too, kid." johnny lifts up a finger at you and miguel, anger etched across his face.
'hey, sensei, come on! this isn't fair!" miguel takes a step forward.
"i don't care. kid, let's go." he looked towards you.
"dad, please, atleast hear us out. we have dinner today at the diaz's place. we'll sit down and explain everything. i swear."
"okay, whatever. let's go." he grumbled, waiting for you follow.
you gave miguel a look of pity, and slowly walked towards your dad, not looking him in the eye.
by the time dinner came around, you had lost all hope of your father accepting the fact that his student and his daughter were dating.
you, miguel, robby, carmen, johnny, and miguel's yaya sat at the round dining table in the diaz residence.
"so, uh, dad, ms. diaz, we, uh, wanted to tell you both something. dad, you already know, due to today's... incident. me and miguel are dating."
"what? that's great! i'm so happy for you guys!" carmen exclaimed, putting her fork down.
"no, not great. nothing about this is great." johnny grumbled, playing with his food.
"sensei, we're not just messing around. i love her." miguel dropped his fork on his plate.
"and, dad, miguel's amazing. he's smart, he's funny, he's literally your student. you know him. i don't think i could find anyone else that would be better for me." you interlocked your hand with miguel's and rested it on the table.
"to be fair, dad, i was pretty mad at first too. but it's okay, man. miguel's like my brother, and i wouldn't want anybody else to date sis. our school is filled with assholes." robby explained.
"thanks, rob." you smiled at your brother.
"come on, johnny, i'm okay with it. they're pretty cute together." carmen nudged johnny.
"yeah, yeah. it's okay, i guess. but if i see any funny business around here, i'll kick both your asses, okay? and keep the kissing to a minimum. i don't want to come home to a porno. i catch you both doing something you're not supposed to, i will not hesitate to-" johnny started.
"okay, okay. i got it, sensei. i'll treat her right." miguel let out a small laugh.
"ya han hecho mucho. he oĂdo la mayor parte." yaya giggled.
carmen's eyes turned into saucers. "yaya!" miguel exclaimed.
"what'd you say?" johnny asked.
"nothing, johnny. don't worry about it." carmen rubbed johnny's back.
miguel leaned over to you. "see? i told you it was going to go okay." he squeezed your hand. you smiled at him, nodding.
you weren't so off limits to miguel anymore.
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a/n: LOLL THIS SUCKED but pls don't be mean this is the first time i've written something this long after my 2020 wattpad phase also i didn't proofread this
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they're easily the best duo in the show
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THE KARATE KID (1984) (dir. John G. Avildsen) 40th ANNIVERSARY
#The Karate Kid#giffedbyme#junkfooddaily#cinemapix#dailyflicks#filmedit#cinematicsource#cinematv#userfilm#filmgifs#Ralph Macchio#Pat Morita#William Zabka#Elisabeth Shue#Martin Kove#John Avildsen#Can't believe this movie is 40 years old#Timeless#Classic#One of my comfort movies :)
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one of the genuine deleted scenes
#cobra kai#the karate kid#tkkedit#tkk#tkk3#tkk2#lawrusso#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#ralph macchio#william zabka#zacchio#ao3
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Study break
Summary: Johnny and his girlfriend take a break form studying to go out to eat, but it turns into something else.
Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, mentions of violence
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The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows of Johnny step dad, Sidâs house, lighting up the group scattered across the living room. Textbooks, notebooks, and snack wrappers were spread out around them as they attempted to cram for the upcoming biology exam. The focus had been strong at first, but as the minutes wore on, everyoneâs attention started to wane.
Johnny Lawrence sat on the floor beside her, a biology textbook open in his lap, though he barely glanced at it. Every few moments, his gaze drifted to her, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. They had been dating for a few months now, but he still looked at her as if he couldnât quite believe his luck.
Her friend groaned from the couch, tossing her pen aside in frustration. âAlright, seriously, does anyone understand photosynthesis?â she asked, looking around the room for help.
Johnny rolled his eyes, nudging her knee with his. âI donât get why plants have to be so complicated,â he said with a grin, leaning closer to her as his voice softened. âYouâre the smart one hereâthink you could explain it to me, or is my brain a lost cause?â
He slipped his hand over hers, his thumb tracing light circles against her skin. âOr,â he added in a low, conspiratorial tone, âmaybe we could ditch this study session, sneak out, and grab a burger. My treat.â
He looked at her, his blue eyes full of mischief and warmth, that familiar boyish charm in his smile. It was clear that, even surrounded by friends and endless biology notes, he only had eyes for her
She blushed at his offer, it definitely wasn't rational, they're biology exam was at the end of the week. But she could hardly resist his lopsided smile, he really used his charasma to his advantage.
 "That doesn't sound terrible right now" she said quietly.Â
He squeezed her hand gently, his thumb continuing to trace lazy circles on her skin as he leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper that only she could hear. âYou sure?â he teased, already feeling the excitement building between them. âYou *never* skip studying.â
She knows he's right, she's a little *too* academically responsible. Johnny awoke something in here that made her want to live on the edge, even if the edge was the diner. She whispered back to him, "I think I can make an exception."
âYou wonât regret it,â he responded, giving her hand one last gentle squeeze before pulling back. He looked up to the group on the couch, clearing his throat loudly to draw their attention. âHey, weâre gonna head out for a bit.â
Jimmy looked up from his notes, smirking at the couple "You sure you don't want to stick around for cell functions?" he teased.Â
Johnny shot him a mocking glance, rolling his eyes. âYeah, no thanks,â he said, making a show of closing his textbook. âIf I have to hear the word *mitochondria* one more time, my brain might actually explode.â
They make their way out to Johnny's firebird, he opens the door for her as she gets in. The loud roar of his engine booming through the neighborhood. "So where are you thinking? The diner?" she asks.Â
"You know me too well," he replied, jamming the keys into the ignition and revving the engine enthusiastically. "Dinner it is."
He pulled out of the driveway and into the street, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as the car picked up speed. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the neighborhood, but he barely noticed itâhis focus was firmly on the road ahead and the girl beside him.
As they pulled up to the diner, Johnny got out and opened the door for her. He held the small of her back as they walked toward the restaurant, she lingered on his touch. They slide into the booth, the vinyl seats creaking softly beneath their weight. Johnny reached across the table and took her hand in his, a warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips.Â
He had been itching to get some alone time with her all day, and now that they were finally out and away from their friends, he wasn't going to waste a single moment.
"I swear," he said, his thumb tracing small circles over the back of her hand, "I was losing my mind back there. I can only study biology for so long before I feel my brain cells start dying."
She laughed at his phrase, his little dumb blonde moments rising to meet the surface. "Isn't learning like- the opposite of your brain cells dying? They make new connections when you study, you know that right?" She chuckles at him, looking over the menu.
Johnny chuckled along with her, squeezing her hand gently. "Yeah, yeah," he said with a mock eye roll. "I know, I know. Learning is good for your brain or whatever. But you gotta admit, there's a limit to how much biology a guy can take in one day."
He leaned back against the booth, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "Besides, we both know I'm much better at other things than studying."
"Johnny, shut up" She jokes, a blush spreading across her face. She sets down the menu after she's made her decision. The waiter comes over to take food orders.
Johnny chuckled again at her blush, pride swelling within him as he saw the way her cheeks tinted pink. He was the only one who could make her flustered so easily, and he loved it.
As the waiter approached and he gave his order, he made sure to keep his hand in hers, their fingers intertwined on top of the table. Once the waiter left, he leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with affection as he looked at her. "You're cute when you blush, you know that?"
She darts her tongue out at him playfully, too shy to say much else. She'd always been that way, promiscuous topics making her sheepish. She loved how different they were from each other, it made their chemistry more roused. Â
He could practically see the shyness radiating off of her, and he knew exactly how to push her buttons to make her more flustered.
With a devilish sparkle in his eyes, he leaned forward even further, closing the distance between them. "You know," he said in a low, teasing tone, "there are plenty of other things I'd like to see that tongue do instead of just sticking it at me."
She gave his hand a warning squeeze, she loathed how he loved to toy with her in public. "We're in a restaurant you know, people all around us" she cautioned him.Â
Johnny continued to lean closer. "So?" he teased, his voice still low and suggestive. "We're in a booth in the backâthey're not paying attention to us."
His gaze flicked around the room, taking in the other diners. Sure enough, they were either absorbed in their own conversations or focused on their food. He turned his attention back to her, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Nobody's gonna care if I flirt with my girlfriend."
"You're trying to kill me" she giggles, he had always been so direct. That's another reason she loved Johnny, he was bold.Â
His thumb traced over her lips, his touch light but deliberate. "You know I can't help it," he murmured, his voice still holding that edge of mischief. "You're just so damn cute when you're blushing. I gotta have my fun."
The love they shared was so pure, well for most of it, she couldn't help but give him a crooked smile back. "Anyway" She says, hoping to get the heat off of herself "We still have lots of studying to do, so we better make this quick."
Johnny gave her cheek a final, affectionate caress before reluctantly pulling his hand away, a small pout on his lips. "Alright, fine," he conceded, feigning a sigh of acceptance. "I guess I can behave myself for a while."
He leaned back in his seat, unraveling his silverware with impatience. "Let's hope the food comes quickly, though. I donât know how much longer I can keep my hands off you."
The food comes out a few moments later, it looks utterly delicious. Something about greasy diner food always makes you want to come back for more. She takes a bite of her fries and closes her eyes entranced with the salty relief. "Thank god, i'm starving" she sighed.
He picked up his burger and took a large bite, relishing the greasy, meaty taste. "Same here," he mumbled through a mouthful of food, his words muffled. "I was starving for more than just food, but this works too."
She rolled her eyes, he never stops.Â
Johnny chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as she caught onto his double entendre. "What? I can't help it," he said, his voice laced with innocence. He took another bite of his burger, grinning. "You make me hungry, and not just for food."
Her faulter fake annoyance. They continue to eat, clearing their plates and sitting back completely full. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna use the bathroom before we leave, okay?" She stands up, walking to the restroom.Â
Johnny watches as she gets up from the booth and heads towards the restroom. He nods in acknowledgment, his eyes following her path until she disappears behind the door. He stretches his arms above his head, the diner food sitting comfortably in his stomach as he waits for her to return.
As she finishes using the bathroom and comes out, the waiter stops her outside of the bathroom entrance. He looked around their age, probably went to North Valley. "So, what a guy like me gotta do to get your number?" he asks, a menacing smile forming across his lips.Â
His question hit her like a ton of bricks, surprising her. Normally no one dared to approach her like this, but here he was.Â
"Oh," she said, her voice soft as she paused for a moment. "I'm sorry, Iâm actually seeâ"Â
The words caught in her throat as his smile turned menacing, a shiver running down her spine.
"Already have a boyfriend," she finished weakly, her eyes darting around the diner. Johnny was still sitting in the booth, happily oblivious to the interaction by the bathroom.
He nodded, seeming unphased by that information. She went to sit back down, fumbling with her hands nervously, Johnny can't know, if he does, he'll flip. She collected herself and sat down, smiling sweetly at her boyfriend.
Johnny looked up as she slid back into the booth across from him, a small smile on his face. Her smile seemed forced, and her hands were fidgeting nervously in her lap.
His smile faded slightly, replaced with a hint of concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft and laced with worry.
She wouldn't let him know, he'd probably damn near kill the guy. He had a real bad temper, the type that he took out in karate, or it got him in trouble. "Yeah baby, everything's alright" she chirped.Â
A few moments later, the waiter came by with the check, and a side of a sly smile. "Here's the bill, oh and if you change your mind" he leans in a little closer to her "My numbers on the back of the receipt." He winks, walking away. Her eyes bolt to Johnnys, she's praying he doesn't snap, not here, not now.
She gulps, this can not be good. "Johnny wait, I can explain"
Johnny's eyes darkened as he scanned the back of the receipt, finding the waiter's number scribbled on there. He slammed the check down on the table with a thud, his jaw clenching.
"Explain what?" he said through gritted teeth. "Why some guy is handing you his number and winking to you?"
Johnny sat up straighter in his seat, his body tense and coiled. He knew she'd told the guy she had a boyfriend. He trusted her. But the sight of the waiter's number and that damned wink... It unleashed something primal within him.Â
"I told him I have a boyfriend!" she defended. But she knows Johnny, she's seen him beat guys to a pulp for much less.
"I know you did," he said through clenched teeth. "But that didn't stop him, did it? And you didn't tell me about it either."
"It just happened, I didn't want you to be upset Johnny" she reaches over and rubs his knuckle, its white from his grip on the table. She can tell he's trying hard to hold back.
Her touch on his knuckle was soothing, but it was like trying to cool down a raging wildfire with a squirt gun. His grip on the table loosen slightly, but his anger still simmered just below the surface.Â
"I'm already upset," he muttered, his voice low and tight. "But not at you."Â
He looked down at the check again, that number mocking him like a taunt.
"Just please don't do anything irrational" She begged, she knew he was beyond saving but she hoped her words would somehow get through to him.Â
Her pleading words fell on deaf ears, her attempt to calm him only fueling the storm within him. The fire in his eyes flared as he clenched his fists, the rage coursing through his veins.Â
"Don't do anything irrational?" he repeated, his voice barely containing the dangerous edge. "That ship already sailed, doll."Â
He rose from his seat abruptly, his body tense like a spring coiled tight.
"Johnny!" she pleads, people from other tables turning their heads to watch the comotion. She can't believe that this is happening again, his hot head making him do things that he couldn't take back.
He zeroed in on the waiter as he moved across the diner, his jaw clenched tight. He could see the waiter's cocky grin from here, a target for all his pent-up frustration and anger.
"Hey, punk" he spat.
The waiter looked up, startled as Johnny approached him with menacing steps. He swallowed, a flash of fear crossing his eyes.Â
"Y-yeah?" he replied nervously, his bravado vanishing under Johnny's intense gaze.
"You got a lot of nerve, handin' my girl your number like that."Â
Johnny's voice was cold, his eyes narrowing as he loomed over the waiter, practically daring him to speak.
The waiter seemed to shrink under Johnny's glare, all his earlier confidence gone. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.Â
Johnny continued, his voice like a razor's edge. "You thought she would be interested in you, huh? Thought you had a shot?"
The waiter found his voice again, although it trembled slightly under the weight of Johnny's anger.Â
"I-I didn't thinkâ"
But Johnny cut him off with a sharp gesture. "You didn't think, period, dumbass."
The other diners in the diner grew quiet, the usually bustling atmosphere now replaced with an eerie silence as they watched the confrontation unfold.Â
Johnny leaned in closer to the waiter, his tone dropping into a menacing whisper. "You ever try that again, you'll look at her again, and you'll be picking your teeth up off the floor. Got it?"
She couldn't handle watching this anymore, she prayed for the waiter's sake that he didn't talk back. She rushed outside, her heart rate picking up, hoping he was only a few steps behind her and not a few inches into this guy's face.
Johnny's gaze remained locked on the waiter for a moment longer, the threat hanging heavy in the air. It took every ounce of restraint to stop himself from acting on his anger right there.Â
Finally, he turned away from the waiter, his eyes scanning the tables for her. He saw her slip outside, and he pushed through the exit after her, the door slamming shut behind him.
"Why'd you run off like that?" he demanded, his voice gruff.
"Dammit Johnny" she cursed, turning around at him with rage. "Do you always have to cause a scene like that?"
"Hey, watch the tone."Â
Johnny bristled at her anger, his irritation rising in response. "That jack-ass needed to be taught a lesson. I was just making sure he wouldnât bother you ever again."
She shakes her head with bitterness, a resentful smirk on her lips "Well it's not like we can ever go back there again, after the shit you just pulled."
He took a step closer to her, his expression dark. "What about that guy giving you his number? You weren't worried about that?"
"It's not like I was going to take it Johnny, Jesus," she huffs, storming to his car.
Johnny followed her to his car, his anger notching up a level with her tone. He stalked after her, his steps fast and purposeful.Â
"I know you wouldn't take it," he said, his voice tight. "But it's the fact that he thought he had a chance that pisses me off."
She opens the passenger door, aggravated with his stubbornness. "Well we both know he didn't, and that should be all that matters" she says quietly, stepping into his car.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew he hadn't handled the situation the best he could, but the idea of her dealing with another guy hitting on her made his blood boil.
He got into the driver's seat, slamming the door shut. "Yeah, I know that," he muttered begrudgingly.
She crossed her arms, facing the window. She loved him, she really did, but it was so hard with him always getting into these altercations. His temper always got the better of him.
Johnny started the car, the engine roaring to life. The tension between them was palpable, a suffocating silence taking over.Â
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins in his arms standing out as he drove. He glances over at her, her body turned away from him, her arms crossed defensively.Â
"You're pissed at me," he stated, his voice low.
Her gaze stayed out the window, she knew if she looked at him she would soften. That's how it was, he did something dumb, she looked at him for too long, and all of her defenses came crashing down. "Yeah, I am."
Johnny clenched his jaw, her words like a punch to his gut. Her unwillingness to look at him only added insult to injury.
He let out a heavy sigh, his anger mixing with guilt. "I just... I can't stand seeing other guys looking at you like that. It drives me nuts."
His words made her weak in the knees, she secretly loves it when he gets all jealous, when he wants to be the only boy in her world. She finds her voice "Lots of things to do."
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "Don't start," he warned, his voice a low rumble.
"*I* did not start anything Johnny" she said his name like it was a cuss.Â
His jaw clenched tight, the way she said his name making him want to simultaneously strangle her and kiss her senseless.Â
He kept his gaze focused on the road, the car's engine rumbling as he pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder than necessary.Â
"You're pushing it, doll," he ground out, his voice tight.
A scorn breath leaves her lips, she doesn't know how she's going to go back and study when he's acting erratic like this. Like he always does.
He pulls off the road, they can't go back in this state.
"Just... can you justâ" he cut himself off, swallowing his words. He took a deep breath, his jaw clenching again. "Just stop for a minute, and look at me."
She slowly turned to meet his gaze, still keeping her distance as her arms stayed glued on top of each other.
His eyes lock on hers, his chest tightening at the sight of her. Every fiber in his being is screaming to reach out and pull her closer, but her arms crossed and the look in her eyes are keeping him at bay.Â
He runs a hand through his hair, his voice tight. "I just... I can't stand the thought of another guy looking at you the way I do, okay?"
"I know, Johnny" She sighs softly, the wall she built slowly falling over. Damn him for those gorgeous eyes.
She reaches out and rubs his shoulder, trying to offer some foundation for his feelings. Sure, he was a little crazy, but it all came from a good place.
He lets out a low growl, his body twitching involuntarily under her touch. "You're not helping," he mutters, his voice hoarse.
She flinches back her hand, not willing to be a victim of his crossfire "Sorry.."Â
"No, you don't â" he says, cutting himself off. He takes a hand through his hair, frustration and desire warring in his chest. "No, don't apologize. Just... come here."
She unbuckles, sliding across the connected seat (the 80s, right?) to sit on his lap. She straddles either side of his legs, stroking his blonde locks to put some ease to the fire that burned within Johnny.
His breath hitches as she settles on his lap, the weight of her body on his making desire flare through him like a bolt of lightning.Â
He lets out a low, approving hum when she starts to touch his hair, his tense muscles loosening almost immediately. He lets his hands come to rest on her hips, his fingers clenching against the fabric of her skirt.
As he starts to relax under her touch, she admires the way his features soften. Only then, does she really start to see the power she holds over him. He might act like he is in the driver's seat, but she knows now she's the one pressing the gas.Â
She lines his features lightly with one hand, and caresses his hair with the other.
Every touch from her is like a match to his already burning desire. He lets out a soft, almost pained groan as she explores his features with her gentle hands. He feels like heâs falling apart beneath her touch in the best kind of way.Â
He leans into her grasp, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers glide through his hair. He tightens his grip on her hips, pulling her a little closer on his lap.
"Feeling a little more calm now?" she quizzes, lining his jaw with her index finger.Â
He nods slightly, his body responding to her touch like it always does. He lets out a shaky breath as she continues to caress his face.Â
"Yeah, doll," he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "You're pretty damn good at calming me down, I'll give you that."
She chuckles at his attitude. "Well, good" she whispers as she kisses him on the cheek.
He tilts his head to capture her mouth in a hot, desperate kiss.Â
His hands slide up from her hips, up her sides and around to her back to pull her closer still, the need for her building to the point of aching.
Her hands moved to his shoulders as she deepened the kiss, a kiss they both needed after all of that.Â
He groans into the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her tight against his chest.Â
He nips at her bottom lip, his hands moving lower to grip her hips again, his fingers digging, almost possessively.
She breaks the kiss, "We have to get back to the study group" she says breathlessly, her lips plump from assault.Â
"Study group can wait," he mutters. He leans down to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat, his lips and tongue working against her skin.
She gasps at the contact, his lips felt sinful going down the thin skin of her neck. It was insane how easily he made her forget about everything else with just his tongue.
His lips roam down her neck, nipping, kissing and sucking as they go, marking her flesh with his mouth.Â
His hands slide up her body just enough to slide under her shirt, his fingers tracing the warm expanse of her bare skin.
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his fingers travel, her hips rock involuntarily against him. He knew how to get her all hot and bothered, her thoughts of him and only him.
He lets out a low groan at the feeling of her hips rocking against him, the friction driving him wild. He nips at the sensitive spot under her ear, his teeth grazing against her skin.Â
His hands continue to roam her body, his touch almost reverent as they caress her soft flesh. He wishes that guy from the diner were here to see this, to show him that she belonged to Johnny, and never anyone else.
She leans back, providing him with more access as her eyes screweed shut in gratification. Her skirt rides up as she presses herself against the steering wheel.
He takes full advantage of the new space, his mouth moving lower, nipping and sucking at her collarbone and the sensitive spot at her neck. His hands slide back down her body to the hem of her skirt, his fingers dipping underneath to run along the smooth skin of her thighs.
Her body quakes at his touch, her thighs begging for him, needing him. She parts her legs even further, completely driven by desire. She can't fully grasp the effect he has on her, but she knows it's more than anyone else ever could or will.
His fingers trace the edge of her panties, teasing, taunting. âMmm, you want something, doll?â he murmurs against her skin, his voice low and dangerous.
Her head nods feverishly as she pulls her skirt up so it sits around her waist. She's desperate for some relief.
His breath hitches at the sight of her skirt around her waist, her hips rocking against him again. He swears under his breath, his own need for her building to almost painful heights.Â
He moves one hand from her thigh, bringing it up to her stomach. He dips his fingers under the edge of her panties, his touch light as he teases her aching flesh. âYouâre begging for it arenât you, doll?â he purrs against her ear.
Her body trembles, he is really teasing her today, but she can't put up a fight. "Johnny please" she whimpers, desperation lacing her voice.
His chest tightens at the sound of her whimper, her begging him almost undoing him. He canât resist her, not when sheâs like this.Â
He moves his fingers lower, seeking the spot he knows will make her fall apart. âYou want me to make you feel good, doll?â he whispers, his breath hot against her skin.
"More than anything, Johnny" she pleads, the tension building in her increasing rapidly.Â
He lets out a low growl, her pleading making something primal flare up within him. He slips his fingers further down, finding the sweet spot that he knew would drive her wild.Â
His long fingers plunging in and out of her heat, his movements slow and deliberate, wanting to draw out her pleasure as long as he can. âYouâre so sensitive, doll,â he murmurs in her ear.
She lets out a soft moan, it overpowers the sound of the thunderbirds engine. His words work to undo her almost as good as his fingers are.
His fingers move a little harder, a little faster. âYou sound so good, doll,â he whispers, his voice low and rough. âI could listen to those little sounds you make all damn day.â
"Please dont stop.. dont stop talking" she groans, lost in her own pleasure. Normally, she would have a fit doing this on the side of the road, but with him hitting that spot right against her walls, she didn't really give a damn.
He canât help but let out a low chuckle at her plea, the sound of her begging him music to his ears. He has her at his mercy, and we're enjoying every second of it.Â
"You like my voice, doll?" Johnny murmurs against her ear, his mouth brushing her skin. "You like it when I talk to you like this?"Â
His fingers maintain their pace, keeping her on the edge, his thumb adding just a hint of extra pressure.
"God yes, Johnny" she moans like a prayer. His fingers driving her to the brink, but she's aching for more of him. Every inch of him.
He slows his pace just slightly, his fingers swirling and flicking against her sensitive flesh. "You want more dolls?" Johnny murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "You want more of me?"
"Yes" she accords, her hands flying to release him from his jeans. Her small hands unzip his pants, shaking from the pleasure only Johnny can provide.
The feeling of her small hands on him, freeing him from his jeans makes him groan low in throat. Her skin against his is like fire, his body responding to her touch with a fierce intensity.Â
He moves his fingers back down, his calloused touch teasing her in slow, steady circles. He wants her, wants to be inside her, but he won't give in yet. "Is this what you want, doll?" Johnny's voice is rough and heavy.Â
"Please, oh my god, please" she begs, pulling him out of his briefs. Her eyes gush as she sees how aroused he is from pleasing her.Â
Seeing her gaze on him, her eyes wide and her lips parted just so, drives him wild. He's ready to throw her in the backseat and take her right there, but he holds back just long enough to take in the sight of her.Â
He moans at her words, her begging almost sending him over the edge. He groans her name, his voice thick with desire. "You want me, doll," Johnny purrs. "You need me, don't you?"
She begins to stroke him, trying to halt his teasing. "I need you, now."
He groans at her hands, pleasing him, his desire overcoming his arrogance.Â
Her words and her touch have the desired effect, her hands driving him wild. He can't hold back anymore, he needs her too badly.Â
He lets out a low growl, his body tight with need. Johnny grabs her hips and lifts her up, moving her to a more comfortable position straddling his lap. "Tell me you're mine," he mutters, his voice hot and possessive.
She sinks down on him, taking in a harsh breath as she feels her brain go fuzzy from the pressure. "I'm yours Johnny" she gasps, taking him fully.
The feeling of her around him makes him groan, the sensation overwhelming. He grips her hips tightly, anchoring her in place as he takes a moment to regain some composure.Â
He looks up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Mine," he growls, repeating the word like a declaration. He snaps his hips into her, a scream shoots from her lips.Â
The feeling of him coming and going with each bounce of her hips, she can barely take him.
Johnny can feel himself getting closer with each buck of her hips, her body like a vice around him. "You're mine," he mutters, the words rough against her skin. "You belong to me, don't you?â
"I belong to you, Johnny" she cries, her core tightening as she gets close to her demise. The feeling of him that she never gets used to, that she craves and needs, it's the same every time. Always so good.
He loves hearing her say it, the fact that she belongs to him sears through his brain like a branding iron. He takes possession of her mouth, his tongue claiming hers in a hot and desperate kiss.Â
He can feel himself getting closer, his body on the edge of release. "You're so good," he growls against her mouth, his voice ragged. "So goddamn good."
She returns the kiss 10 fold, a sloppy, sexy, erotic lock of lips. She rides Johnny faster, trying to bring him to where she's about to be. "Johnny.. I'm gonna.."
He moans into the kiss, his body responding to her movements with an intensity he can hardly control. Johnny can feel his own release building, his body thrumming like a live wire.Â
He nips at her bottom lip, his own breath coming in ragged gasps. "Come for me, doll," he mutters against her mouth, his thumb moving to her clit to make her combust.
She lets out a shriek, Johnny's name, and curses falling from her lips as she rides out her high, her body feels like it's on fire. The waves of ecstacy travel from her head to her toes.
Johnny's wild beneath her, the feeling of her convulsing and wrapping around him pushes him to the edge. Her body against his is like a flame, his mind a dizzy mix of pleasure and desire. Johnny grips her hips tightly, his hands almost digging into her skin as he helps guide her movements. "Doll, I can't last.." he mutters, his voice rough and uneven.Â
Her breath ragged, still coming down from her high, but still riding him like there's no tomorrow. "Come Johnny, just come in me.." she whimpers.
 He's hanging on by a thread, his muscles tense and straining. "You want it, doll? You want me to fill you up?"
"Fill me up baby, fill me with your come" she begs, eager to please him just as he did her.
The sound of her begging pushes him over the edge, his brain exploding like a grenade, his body erupting with pleasure. Johnny tightens his grip on her hips as he releases thick ropes to come deep within her. He's lost in the feeling of his release, Johnny's body bucking and shuddering beneath her. He comes buried deep inside her, her name coming from his lips. "Fuck," he gasps out.Â
He's breathing hard, his body spent and sated, his mind still spinning with pleasure. He holds her tightly to him, burying his face in her neck, his breath hot and rasping against her skin.
She holds Johnny close, feeling his liquid drip out of her and back onto him. She breathes deeply in bliss.
The sticky mess between them is a reminder of what they just shared. He runs his hand down her back, his touch gentle and affectionate.
"Fuck, doll.." Johnny breathes. "You're gonna kill me one day, y'know that?"
"Let's hope not" she giggles, holding his sandy hair and taking in the scent.Â
"I'm a serious doll," he mutters, his voice muffled against her skin. "One of these days, you're gonna finish me off for good."
She giggles at his dramatics, another thing she loved about him. They relished in the moment for a few minutes, catching their breath. She slowly got off of him, fixing her shirt and skirt, trying to appear as if they weren't doing what they were just doing. Â
He tucks himself back into his jeans, zipping them up. He leans back against the seat, Johnny's eyes roaming over her body, still taking in the sight of her.
"We should probably head back," he reasons. "They're gonna start wondering where we are."
She grimaces about having to go back and study "Yeah, we've been gone for too long.. hopefully they won't give us shit for it" she laughs, knowing fully well their friends will.
Johnny chuckles slowly, knowing full well that they're gonna get teased for being gone so long.
"I'd be surprised if they didn't give us hell for it," he mutters, a slight grin on his lips. "Especially Dutch."
Her eyes roll, knowing he is right "Well," she huffs "better face the lions sooner than later."
Johnny lets out a long sigh, his body still a little sluggish from their activities. He knows she's right, but he's in no hurry to go back to studying.
"Fine," he grumbles, his hand still on her knee. "But just so you know, I'm gonna be thinking about this all throughout the study group."
She smirks as he begins to drive off.
As he pulls back onto the road, he can't help but steal a few glances over at her. The memory of what they just did is still fresh in his mind. He can't focus on anything else, his body still humming with leftover pleasure.
They pull up back to Johnny's step fathers house, reluctantly getting out and going back inside.
Johnny leads the way inside, his hand on the small of her back. As soon as they enter, they're met with the rest of the group, all of them throwing teasing looks and quipping their way.
"Well, look who decided to join us," Dutch quips, his eyebrows raised knowingly.
"Yeah, how was your food?" Her friend questions them, fully knowing.
Johnny rolls his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips. He knows they all know what they were up to, and he doesn't really care.Â
"Food was delicious," he replies, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "But we got hungry after, so we had some dessert." He lets his eyes slide over to her, a subtle reminder of what he's referring to.
Her face turned bright red, his audacity was applaudable. The whole group gives knowing giggles and glances. "Subtle Johnny, real subtle" she groans, sitting back down.
Johnny grins widely, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He knows he's being blatantly obvious, and he doesn't care. He's not ashamed of what they just did, and he definitely doesn't mind rubbing it in the rest of the group's faces.
"What can I say? I'm a subtle guy," he quips, his smirk still in place. "You know me doll."
Dutch chuckles at Johnny's attitude, shaking his head. "Yeah, as subtle as a brick to the head," he remarks. "You're lucky we didn't go over much while you two where on your *break*."
Johnny's smirk only widens at Dutch's jab. "Yeah, I'm sure we would've been heartbroken if we missed some of your valuable input, Dutch." His tone is playful, but there's an edge of snark to it.
"Hey, my input is very valuable," Dutch protests. "I'm full of wisdom."Â Â
Johnny snorts. "Yeah, that's one word for it. 'Full of it' is more like it."
She laughs at the group's banter back in full swing, like they never left. She picks up her notebook, beginning to look over her notes again. "Okay guys, so where did you make it to?"
The rest of the group quiets down, shifting back into "study mode." They continue discussing the notes and materials, delving into the subject.
Johnny does his best to focus, but his mind has other ideas. He can't help but glance over at her, his eyes straying to her lips, remembering the way she tasted. His mind wanders, his thoughts far from academics.
She glances over at him, seeing that dark look in his eyes. "Focus Johnny, you had a break, it's time to get back to studying" she says with a mix of stern and playfulness.Â
"Yeah, yeah, Doll," he grumbles, "I'm focused." But his eyes are still roaming over her, the memories from their little "break" still fresh in his mind.
She shakes her head at him, flipping to her notes on mitosis and meiosis.Â
Johnny tries his best to concentrate on the notes in front of him, but his thoughts keep drifting back to her. The way she looked, the way she sounded, the way she felt. He can't help but steal glances at her, his eyes always straying to her lips, his mind wandering down dirty paths.
He shifts in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust himself in his jeans. He's only half paying attention to the material now, his focus split between studying and fantasizing about her.
"What comes first again?" she asks the group "Interphase or Prophase?" She bites the tip of her eraser.Â
Jimmy answers; "Interphase. The phase where the cell grows and copies the DNA or something."
The rest of the group nods in agreement, but Johnny's too preoccupied to respond. His eyes are glued to her, watching her bite her eraser. He can't help but imagine that it's his finger instead... His mind starts to wander again, his thoughts becoming dirtier by the second.
She looks over at him, noticing his eyes on her, she quirks her brow at him. 'What?' she mouths to Johnny discreetly.
He quickly glances around at the rest of the group, making sure no one else noticed.
He gives her a little smile, his eyes still dark with lingering desire. He mouths back at her, 'You're distracting.'
'How?' she mouths again at him.
Johnny lets out a small huff of breath, his eyes raking over her. 'You know how.' he mouths back.
He shifts again in his seat, trying to subtly adjust himself in his jeans again. The sight of her is driving him crazy, and he's finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
She looks down at him fixing himself, a familiar burn comes back to haunt her. She scans the room to make sure no one is seeing this. 'I'm not doing anything' she mouths.
Johnny watches her eyes glance at his lap, her expression shifting at the sight of him adjusting. He can see the same heat in her eyes that he feels.Â
He mouths back to her, 'You're biting that damn eraser.'
His gaze is intense, full of desire and a hint of frustration. He nods to the eraser she was chewing on.
She looks down at it, 'So?' she mouths to Johnny.
He mouths back, 'It's distracting me.'
'Look away' she mouths back, sort of enjoying the secret banter.
He looks back at her, the corner of his lips rising in a sly smirk. 'I can't.' he mouths back.Â
She softly bites the tip of the eraser, looking at him, pressing his buttons.
Johnny bites his lip, leaning back on the couch, his legs spreading open slightly, a subtle invitation.
'Not fair' she mouths and shakes her head.
'You started it,' he mouths, his smirk still in place.
He looks around again, but no one else seems to be paying attention. He lets his eyes linger on her for a few more moments, his gaze dark with desire. He shifts once again, the bulge in his jeans more obvious this time.
Her eyes darted down to his growing member. 'Stop. It. Now.' she mouths, her throat feeling dry.
Johnny's smirk widens, noticing the effects of his body on her. 'Why should I?' he mouths back, his eyes holding a mischievous gleam.
He lets his legs spread even further apart, his hand resting on his lap casually. He glances down at himself, and then looks back up at her, a silent challenge in his eyes.
She bites the eraser harder, trying to keep control and composure. 'Johnny. No.' she mouths.
Seeing her mouth 'no' only makes him want her more. He shifts again, the pressure in his jeans getting to be almost unbearable.
He mouths back, 'Why not?'Â
He gives her a sidelong glance, a hint of defiance in his eyes.
'Study' she shoots him a warning glare, her eyes wandering to his lap once again.
He mouths back, 'Can't concentrate.'
He leans back in his seat, his legs spreading a little further apart. It's like he's daring her to look again.
She cant help but look, dammit it was right in front of her, tempting her, in front of everyone. She looked around to make sure they were still in the clear. 'Stop' she mouths, her eyes trying hard to look anywhere but his jeans.
He mouths back at her, 'Nah.'
Johnny lets his hand slide over his lap, his thumb pressing down against the hard bulge in his jeans. Just a casual move, but enough to send a message.
Two can play at this game. she leans back her notebook not so accidently, catching on her skirt as it rides up her thigh.Â
Johnny's eyes immediately snap down to her skirt, the fabric riding up and exposing more of her skin. He lets out a low growl under his breath, his fingers digging into the couch.
He looks up at her, his eyes dark with lust. He mouths, 'That's cheating.'
'I'm not doing anything,' she mouths, feigning innocence as she notes to bring the notebook closer, her skirt coming with it. It's dangerously close to her upper thigh.Â
Johnny's eyes are glued to her skirt, watching as it creeps higher and higher up her thigh. He clenches his jaw, his body tense with desire.Â
He mouths back at her, 'Bullshit.'Â
He shifts forward a little in his seat, getting a better view of her bare skin.
She decides to push him further, knowing he can't do a damn thing but watch. She brings the notebook up, her skirt revealing the lining of her white panties.Â
He shakes his head, the words 'Stop it.' visible on his lips.
She looks around at all of their friends, deep in their books. 'Make me' she mouths, elongating every lip movement.Â
Johnny watches her lips, the way they move as she mouths the challenge. He shakes his head again, his jaw clenching in a mixture of frustration and arousal.
But the look on her face, the challenge in her eyes, it's like fuel to the fire roaring inside him. He shifts forward a little more, his leg brushing against hers.
She moves her skirt back down standing up, it catches Johnny by surprise. "Be right back, just gonna go to the bathroom" she tells the group, they barely look up from their studies. She saunters away.
Johnny watches her strut away, his eyes glued to her legs as she walks. He lets out a frustrated huff, his body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire.
He looks around at the others, making sure they're still focused on their study material. He waits a few minutes, trying to compose himself, but the memory of her skirt hitched up and her panties in view is seared in his brain. He can't take it anymore.
Finally, he stands up, feigning a yawn. "Hey, I'm gonna go take a piss real quick," he calls out to the group, trying to act casual.
As Johnny makes his way towards the door, he looks back at their friends, making sure no one is watching. He slips out into the hallway, his heart pounding with anticipation.
He knocks on the closed door.
She opens it, her smirk widens when she sees her boyfriend. "Took you long enough," she whispered.
His eyes rake over her, taking in the sight of her standing in the doorway. His hands reach out automatically to grab her, pulling her closer.
"Shut up," he mutters, his voice low. "You're driving me crazy in there, doll."
"Well you better finish what *you* started" she dares.
He lets out a low growl, his eyes narrowing at her words. "Oh, I will," he mutters, his hands gripping her waist.
He pushes her back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind them.
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hi!! your writing is so so good i read all your fics ^_^ !! could you write something for maybe a jealous make out session with johnny lawrence omg đđ like reader was just talking with daniel normally and johnny sees and gets all jealous and possessive AHHSJFJDJ im going crazy for this man
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Lab Partner - Johnny Lawrence
As Y/n walked out of the indoor hallways, she glanced to Daniel Larusso as he held the door open for her - shooting a friendly smile. âWhat do you say about tomorrow, study hall?â He asked, his voice soft - and a bit scratchy. He awaited an answer from the girl who walked beside him as they exited school.
âThat sounds good.â She responded, nodding and sending a small wave to him as he handed her the paper work from todayâs class.
âBye, Y/n.â His voice was soft and she returned a small bye, under her breath before her view shifted from Daniel - to Johnny, a small glare across his face as he watched Daniel Larusso make his way off campus.
He was leaning against his own car, and seeing as it was extremely cold as Christmas neared, his car roof was on.
Johnny Lawrence kept his view on Daniel Larusso as his girlfriend walked over, making her way to him and his car.
She met him, her hand tapping his chest to gain his attention and he glanced down at her after she placed a casual kiss against his jawline as a way of greeting him. âHey - â He gestured to the tan boy. âWhat the hell was that?â He watched as Y/n sighed, getting into his car and he did the same now, his gaze set on her.
âWhat?â She asked, her voice soft as the many cars of students leaving the school passed by, slowly but surely emptying out the parking lot.
Getting into the car, Johnny Lawrence sighed as he started it up - watching his girlfriend set her backpack in the back as he began driving out as well. He was clearly annoyed, and she could tell - the way he drove, the way he didnât shut up about the subject. âI told you, heâs my lab partner.â Y/n justified, watching Johnny scoff.
âIâve got a lab partner too, you donât see me talking to her like that.â He sassed, parking his car in front of the small diner he sometimes took her too after school that was just around the corner.
âWell, heâs a good lab partner, Johnny. Knows how to do a lot.â Of course she was playfully egging him on, but with his temper - Johnny rolled his eyes - turning the ignition of his car off, holding his keys in his hand as he glanced over to Y/n - a small smile across her face.
âYouâve got to be joking.â He spoke, his voice low and Y/n shrugged, watching as he squinted his eyes - âY/n.â He started, âIâll take you home right now.â He threatened, and he carefully watched her before her soft smile widened.
She attempted to place an innocent, gentle kiss upon his lips to assure him she was kidding, though at the feeling of her lips meeting his , Johnny immediately closed the space between them.
He undid her seatbelt for her, his lips against hers slowly turning the kiss from slow and careful to rough and needy kisses.
His right hand was gripping her neck, and his left on her cheek as he held her firmly, placing continuous kisses against her lips - clearly in need of this.
His kisses were usually passionate, but when they were this aggressive it told all. Johnny was angry, but at the same time - he loved reminding her.
âWhatâd I tell you about Larusso?â He spoke against her lips, and as she attempted to pull away and respond, Johnny shook his head. âShut up.â He mumbled, immediately placing his lips against hers again. This time, their parted lips met in a desperate, sloppy manner. Johnny gave himself an entrance to her mouth as he slipped his tongue in, perfectly exploring his girlfriendâs mouth.
Slowly, his hand reached into the inside of Y/nâa shirt, caressing her back and earning soft sighs in content as she nodded into the kiss. Now, Johnny was feeling a lot better. He smiled into the kiss, his eyes fluttering open as he spoke up, pulling away just an inch, leaning over her now. âDoes he know how to do that?â He asked, his tone confident and almost playful - but Y/n knew he meant that question with everything in him.
This time, he waited for an answer, his eyebrow quirking a bit as he panted a little, hovering her. âHuh?â He searched her eyes, and Y/nâs lips curved into a small smile.
She took her hand to run it through his blonde, soft hair, and without any words - she answered by shaking her head. At this, Johnny Lawrence bit his lip, nodding and quickly removing his Cobra Jacket, throwing it to the back seat. He quickly leaned in once again, now moving forward and leaning her seat back to gain more comfort. His lips clashed against hers as if he was hungry, and he bit her bottom lip in the midst of their kiss, groaning a little in pleasure at the feeling of her hands roaming his chest, and ending up around his neck.
âIâll do all your lab work.â He murmured against her lips again, his hands traveling up to her cup her face. He grabbed her, and held her in place as he continued to kiss her roughly, earning smiles against the kiss from Y/n. âYouâll never have to talk to him again, I promise you.â Those were the last words before Johnny continued to focus on kissing her, his thumbs rubbing against her jawline.
The sloppy kisses continued, Y/n allowed herself to pull him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck and she nodded against the kiss, her top lip in between both of his as he lightly sucked on it. His lips slowly left her swollen ones to run against her jawline, and his hands moved to rest inside her shirt, around her waist.
He lightly sucked at her skin as he moved down to her neck, and then to her chest. He earned small murmurs of pleasure from Y/n, and at that - he was completely fine. Could Daniel Larusso make her feel like this? Johnny Lawrence bit his lip before he took one hand out of her shirt, nodding and running it through her hair. âYeah, thatâs it.â He whispered, his lips against her ear before he placed soft, wet kisses against it, traveling down and back to her neck, then her lips.
Johnny Lawrence was in his own seventh heaven. Growing more and more pleased with each kiss. Thankfully, these windows were tinted. He took it to himself to remove Y/nâs jacket and he let out a low groan at the feeling of Y/n biting his lip, slowly tugging on it before pulling away and allowing him to remove her long sleeve as well. Johnnyâs kisses were now on the skin above her bra - he knew she was allowing him to get this far in public because he had recently tinted his car windows and because of their circumstances today.
To make him feel better, to let him know that she truly was only his.
So of course, at the sight of her like this - he melted. Not just because she was beautiful but because he loved the ways she assured him that she was his. She took his chin, pulling him up to kiss his lips once again.
Johnny wasnât sure he ever wanted to leave this car, his pants grew tighter and he found himself fiddling with her bra - which was sadly where she stopped him. He leaned up, his hand rubbing her thigh as his eyes searched hers and she softly kissed him once more, her hands in his hair that had grown from combed to messy, and disheveled. âLetâs go home.â She spoke, and immediately Johnny nodded, placing a few more hunger induced kisses against her lips before sitting back in his seat, watching her throw her shirt back on.
If only he was her lab partner.
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COBRA KAI (2018 - PRESENT) 2x01 | 6x04
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He said that
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happy fathers day to my two gay dads
#oh and also my (real) dad I guess#anyways I love them they should adopt me frfr#daniel larusso#ralph macchio#johnny lawrence#william zabka#lawrusso#tkk#tkk2#tkk3#cobra kai
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