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chrisissobabygirl · 19 days ago

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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.

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, ángel. 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.

"ángel, 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 oído 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.

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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xgryffinwhore · 2 months ago

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Drive me crazy

Summary: Johnny and Her have always been best friends, but could this house party change everything?

Warnings: Smut, swearing, angst, smoking, drinking

Word count: 8K

The music at the Cobra Kai house party was loud—too loud, but Johnny Lawrence didn’t care. He leaned back against the couch, a half-empty beer in his hand, eyes lazily scanning the room. He wasn’t really paying attention to the chaos around him, though. His mind was somewhere else, like it had been for the past few weeks.

His best friend was across the room, laughing, talking to some of the other girls from school, and looking way too good tonight. She always looked good, but recently, something had shifted. The way Johnny looked at her had changed. He hated to admit it—even to himself—but every time he saw her now, his chest tightened. It was starting to mess with him.

He took another swig of beer, trying to shake it off. She was his best friend, for crying out loud. He wasn’t supposed to feel like this about her. But every time she smiled, every time she caught his eye and flashed him that look that made him feel like he was the only one who mattered... It was driving him crazy.

Johnny had already had more to drink than usual. He was trying to push down these stupid feelings that were bubbling up, but the more he drank, the harder it got to ignore them. And then it happened—some girl, one of the loudmouths from school, started talking to his best friend. At first, Johnny didn’t think much of it. But then he saw the way the girl was laughing, a little too loudly, making snide remarks like she was better than her.

His best friend lunged at the loudmouth's jaw.

He slammed his beer down and got to his feet, weaving through the party.

Before things could escalate further, Johnny did something that surprised everyone in the room, including himself. Without thinking, he turned to his best friend, grabbed her by the waist, and in one quick motion, threw her over his shoulder. The room fell silent for a second as everyone stared, but Johnny didn’t care.

“Come on,” he muttered, his voice rough, as he made his way toward the door with her still slung over his shoulder.

The alcohol heavy in her system as she was lifted off the ground by him. She attempted miserably to flail her arms and legs as he carried her out of the house party like a sack of potatoes.

It was always *something* with them. Whether it was hot headed arguments, her dragging him away from a fight, or him dragging her. Their friendship is an interesting dynamic, nonetheless.* "Johnny, what the hell?" She slurred.

Johnny carried her outside, her weight familiar and comfortable against him. He was painfully aware of their proximity as he walked, her body pressed against him, the warmth of her skin seeping through his shirt. He grumbled under his breath, trying to ignore the feeling stirring in his chest.

He didn't stop until they were a fair distance from the party, the music now a faint thump in the background. He set her down gently, his grip lingering on her waist for a moment too long before he abruptly pulled his hands away.

She stood there, crossed armed, he *really* didn't have to do all of that. She huffed, she was torn, although he was always butting in, she knew he really did care for her. Her expression softened as she pondered over these conflicting thoughts.

She laughs at the irony. Johnny was always known for starting fights, he has the lowest temper in the valley. "Thats *rich* coming from you lawrence.”

"That’s different" He retorted, taking a step closer. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume, the familiar smell making his head spin. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to reach for her.

"You can’t just go around picking fights that I then have to rescue you from." He closed the remaining distance between them, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gotta stop being so goddamn reckless."

"Yeah you really can't be the one telling me that" she shakes her head. Johnny is the last person to be telling her this. The amount of reckless fights he'd gotten into, for worse reasons than hers, he should just shut his stubborn mouth now. *Man ,that stubborn mouth...* She shakes off the thought.

Johnny bristled at her dismissive tone, his stubborn nature rising to the surface. "Yeah? And why not? I've had to save your ass more times than I can count." He stepped closer, his body mere inches from hers now. He could feel her breath on his skin, the heat radiating off her body. *God, he wanted her so badly.*

"You gotta start thinking before you act. I'm sick of your stupidity."

Her eyes locked with his icy blue ones, his comment having a bitter taste in her mouth. "And I'm sick of you being an asshole" she rebuttals. It couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, he was pretty much insufferable. But she couldn't get enough.

Johnny's jaw clenched as her words hit a nerve. He was used to her fiery comebacks, but something about this one stung. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed with determination, but he couldn't stop himself from taking another step closer.

He was so close now that their chests were almost touching. He could feel her breath against his lips, and all he wanted to do was close the remaining space between them. Instead, he gritted his teeth and retorted, "Yeah, well, I'm not the one constantly needing saving."

HIs musk affected her more than she wanted to admit. Her thoughts were clouded, her brain going foggy as she looked up at him, his blonde hair messy and perfect. She was drunk, being this close to him while she was impaired was definitely not good.

"I..I.." she started, shaking her head. She quickly turned away, heading back inside. One more second out there with him, and she didn't know what would have happened.

Johnny wanted to stop her, to pull her back and hold her against him. But his arms hung at his sides, frozen in place. He watched numbly as she walked away, his mind racing. *What the hell was happening to him*? He was supposed to be her best friend, not some lovesick idiot.

He let out a frustrated curse, raking a hand through his hair. He couldn't go back to the party, not now. He needed some air, some time to think, to put his emotions back in check.

The door opened again, Bobby waltzed outside, completely trashed. Bobby was Johnny's other best friend, sure he's an idiot, but he knew JOhnny better than anyone. "Hey man, came out for a cig, want one?"

Johnny looked up, somewhat relieved to see Bobby stumbling out of the party. "Yeah, sure." He said gruffly. He took the offered cig and lit it, inhaling deeply. The nicotine hit his system, helping him calm down a fraction.

Bobby glanced at him, noticing the conflicted look on his face. "You alright, man?"

Johnny shrugged noncommittally, taking another drag. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Bobby, tipsy as he was, knew Johnny better than anyone. He could sense that there was something more going on, something bothering his best friend. "You sure, man? You look like you've got something on your mind."

Johnny was silent for a moment. He didn't want to talk about it, but he also knew that he couldn't keep his thoughts bottled up forever.

"It's just..." He trailed off, staring at the ground. He took another drag of his cigarette, gathering his thoughts. "I don't know, man. Things are complicated right now."

Bobby nodded understandingly. "Complicated how? With a girl?"

Johnny let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah, something like that."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "Is it... *her*?"

Johnny's silence was all the confirmation Bobby needed. He knew how Johnny felt about his best friend. He'd been the one dealing with Johnny's drunk ramblings and love-fueled rants for months.

Johnny glanced up at him, almost surprised that he'd figured it out. "Is it that obvious?"

Bobby chuckled. "Kinda. You're not exactly subtle, man."

Johnny let out a heavy sigh. "I just... I don't know what to do, man. She drives me crazy. I can't shake these feelings. And I don't know how to deal with them."

Bobby took a drag of his own cigarette, thinking for a moment. "I see the way she looks at you man, she’s gotta at least feel *something*” Bobby puts his arm around Johnny's shoulders. “I mean face it, you guys fight like cats and dogs, then are all over each other the next day.”

Johnny sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knew Bobby was right. Their friendship was a strange and tumultuous thing. They drove each other crazy, getting into fights over the dumbest things, only to make up just as quickly.

But lately, the fights have been less angry, and more... *something else*. They were always touching, standing too close, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking. It was so damn confusing.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Johnny muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "It's just... I don’t know. Things have been different lately. We've been fighting more than usual, and then making up just as quickly. It's like there's this... *tension* between us."

"Tension?" Bobby echoed, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of tension?"

Johnny let out a frustrated huff. "I don't know, man. It's like every time we're together, I can't help but want to be closer to her. I wanna touch her, hold her, *goddammit*, I don't even know what I want!"

Bobby chuckled. "Sounds like you got it bad, man."

Johnny shot him a glare, but there was no heat behind it. "Yeah, really helpful." he muttered, taking another drag of his cigarette. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You gotta tell her how you feel, man" Bobby said, giving Johnny a brotherly pat on the back

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Right, because that's gonna go over so well. 'Hey, I know we've been friends forever, but I want something more all of a sudden.' She'll probably just laugh in my face."

"Your Johnny Lawrence for god sakes, every chick at west valley basically passes out when you enter a room. Where is the arrogant son of a bitch I know?" Bobby pressed.

Johnny bristled a little at the comment, but deep down, he knew Bobby was right. He was used to girls falling all over him, begging for a scrap of his attention. This was different. This was *her*.

He let out a scoff. "It's not the same. She's... different." He said finally, the words coming out more vulnerable than he intended.

"Different how?" Bobby pushed

Johnny paused for a moment, trying to find the words to explain it. "She doesn't look at me like the other girls do. She sees past the Johnny Lawrence charm and the Cobra Kai crap. She sees the real me, the one no one else does. And for some reason, she still sticks around."

“And that’s gotta mean something” Bobby takes a drag. Johnny nodded, mulling over Bobby's words. He knew his friend was right, but the thought of confessing his feelings scared the crap out of him. "I know, man. It does. I just... I don't know how to tell her. What if she doesn't feel the same? I wouldn't be able to lose her as a friend." Bobby shakes his head, putting out the cigarette "So you'd rather be just friends forever, then take the risk?"

Johnny bristled at Bobby's words. He hated being called out like that. But he knew his friend was right.

He let out a frustrated huff. "Of course not. I want more than friendship. But... I don't know if I'm ready to deal with the fallout if she doesn't feel the same. I don't know what I'd do without her."

"So what, you're just gonna pine after her forever?"

Johnny didn't have a response to that. The thought of spending the rest of his life wanting her, but never having her, sounded like hell. But the thought of losing her entirely terrified him even more.

"This isn't like you, man" Bobby said, his tone now softer. "You're Johnny Lawrence. You're tough, you're confident, you go after what you want. Since when did you start being a coward?"

Johnny bristled at the word "coward." He hated being called that. It was a sign of weakness, something he wasn't used to.

"I'm not a coward" he bit out, his voice harsh, "It's just... this is different. She's different. I wouldn-”

He broke off, his voice catching in his throat, the realization hitting him that he was basically making excuses.

Bobby could see the emotional turmoil on Johnny's face and knew he was getting through to him.

"Listen, man" he said, "What are you more afraid of? Losing her as a friend, or spending the rest of your life wondering 'what if'?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, his mind warring with his heart. He hated that Bobby was right. He hated that he had no good argument.

He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?" he grumbled, but there was no real anger behind it.

"Yeah, but that's what friends are for" Bobby replied, grinning. "So what's it gonna be man? Are you gonna grow some balls and tell her how you feel, or are you gonna just keep moping around like a lovesick puppy?"

"Oh, shut up" Johnny grumbled, but he couldn't suppress a small smile. He knew Bobby was right, as much as it killed him to admit it.

He let out a deep breath. "Yeah, okay. I'll do it. But if she laughs at me and never speaks to me again, I swear to god, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"I'll hold you to that" Bobby chuckled, slapping Johnny on the shoulder. "And hey, who knows, maybe she'll surprise you and jump your bones, right on the spot" he joked, the alcohol making him bolder.

Johnny's cheeks flushed slightly at the comment, despite himself. He tried to hide it with a scoff, but deep down, that thought *did* cross his mind.

"Yeah, right" he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of hope.

"Remember what sensei Kreese taught us, strike first and strike hard," Bobbys said.

Johnny chuckled, some of his usual swagger returning. "Damn right. No mercy, right?"

He stood up straight, squaring his shoulders. He felt a flicker of determination, mixed with a healthy dose of nerves. He couldn't back down now.

"Alright, man, I'm gonna do it. I'll talk to her tonight."

Bobby playfully punches Johnny, "Atta boy Lawrence, ready to go back in?"

Johnny nodded, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. He wasn't sure what the outcome would be, but he knew it was time he stopped being a coward.

They headed back inside, the sound of music and chatter hitting them at full force. Johnny scanned the room for any sign of her, his nerves heightening with every passing second.

She was on the dancefloor, and her friends clearly had one too many. She sways her hips to the music, the way she rolled her body was utterly tantalizing. Bobby follows Johnny's glance "Oh shit.. she looks.." "I know..." Johnny replied, his voice low. His eyes remained fixed on her, watching as she danced and laughed with her friends.

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest, his palms beginning to sweat. His mind was racing with all the things he wanted to say to her, all the words that had been bottled up inside him for months.

She threw her head back, laughing at whatever her and her friends were talking about as they moved their bodies. She ran her hands down her torso, feeling the music everywhere as she continued to rock.

Johnny's eyes tracked every movement, every touch of her hand to her body. He wanted, no, *needed*, to be the one causing those movements, the one making her laugh like that. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, a mixture of desire and frustration coursing through him. "Can't blame you man" Bobby reasoned.

Johnny nodded, his eyes still locked on her. "She... she's just..."

He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence. How do you explain the effect this girl had on him? It was like she was his sunshine and his poison all rolled into one.

"She's something else, man" he finally said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and frustration.

She turned her head, meeting eyes with Johnny through the sea of people. She thought he left after their little tiff. She gave him a lazy smile.

Johnny's breath hitched in his throat as her eyes met his. For a moment, the room seemed to fade away, and it was just them.

He felt frozen under her gaze, his heart thudding in his chest. Then she smiled at him, all warm and crooked, and it was like a jolt to his system.

He forced himself to smile back, a small, nervous flutter to it.

"What the hell are you waiting for Johnny, strike first" Bobby shoved him toward her.

Johnny stumbled forward, his heart in his throat. "Hey, watch it" he grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. *Strike first*. Bobby's words echoed in his ears as he made his way over to her.

As he drew closer, he could see the surprise flicker in her eyes. But then she smiled, that same lazy, crooked smile that made his heart skip a beat.

"Hey" he said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Mind if I steal you away for a minute?'

"Hey there Johnny boy, I thought you left" She slurs.

Despite her intoxicated state, she still managed to make his name sound like a tease. He couldn't help but smile, even though the sight of her being drunk off her ass worried him a bit.

"Nah, I'm still here" he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I need to talk to you about something though. It's important."

Her expression drops "What? Like now?" she says, her voice laced with concern. She tries to read his face, unsure of what he is thinking.

Johnny can see the uncertainty in her eyes, and he feels a pang of guilt for making her wonder where the conversation was going. "Yeah, now" he replies, his voice firm. "It's something I should've said a long time ago. So you're gonna hear me out, okay?"

She nods her head silently as he leads her to the bathroom, it's the only place in this stupid house party with any privacy.

"Is.. Is everything okay?" She asks, her brow furrowing. "Listen if this is about earlier I'm sorry okay-" Johnny shakes his head, cutting her off. "No, it's not about that. I mean, it kind of is, but not really."

He lets out a heavy sigh, taking a step closer to her. "I just... I got something important to tell you, alright? Just promise me you'll hear me out before you respond, okay?"

She looks at him skeptically. She glossed over his serious features, he looked so handsome. "Okay johnny.."

Her agreement washes a wave of relief over him. He takes another step closer to her, their bodies now a mere foot apart.

"Look, I know this seems sudden and random, but I've been thinking about this for a while now," he begins.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself.

"There's something about you, there's always been something. And it's more than just friendship, more than just a stupid little crush, I-"

"Wait wait wait" She interrupts, even though she said she wouldn't. "Youre- youre drunk, we cant.. you shouldn't be-" Johnny's eyes widen at her interruption, a small flicker of anger flaring up in him. He couldn't believe she was brushing him off right now, when he was finally pouring his heart out to her.

"I'm not drunk" he grumbles, his voice harsh. "And you said you'd hear me out, remember?"

She bites backher words, letting him continue.

Johnny lets out a breath, trying to calm himself. He knows getting mad at her isn't going to help his case.

"I'm not drunk" he repeats, his voice softer this time. "And what I'm trying to say is... Damn, this is harder than I thought it'd be."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking at her with a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I like you. More than I should, in a way that's more than just friends. I have for a long time now, I just never had the guts to say it."

Her eyes widened at his confession. *This isn't happening* This can't happen, Johnny is her best friend. There is no possible way..

"You.. you.." She stuttered.

Johnny could see the shock in her eyes, the disbelief written all over her face. He knew this wasn't easy to hear, especially considering their friendship.

But he couldn't back down now. He'd come too far to turn back.

"You can't tell me you haven't felt something" he says, his voice low and intense. "All the fights we've gotten into, the tension between us, it's never been just friendly. You *know* it hasn't."

Her throat felt dry, this had to be a dream. "I-" he couldn't formulate a proper sentence, especially when he was this close, being this vulnerable, like she'd never seen him before.

Johnny takes another step closer to her, closing the already small gap between them. He's standing directly in front of her now, towering over her smaller frame.

He can see the mixture of shock and confusion in her eyes, and it's almost too much to bear. He never wanted to make her feel like this, but he had to get these feelings off his chest.

"Look at me" he says, his voice firm, but laced with tenderness. "Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm bullshitting."

She looked at him, her best friend. It was always more.. so much more... Her lips parted, trying to come up with anything to say. But there was no use fighting it.

When she meets his eye, Johnny feels a wave of relief wash over him. *She doesn't hate what he's saying.*

He can see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between what she wants and what she thinks is right. But he can also see the spark of something there, something that tells him there's more to her feelings than he realized.

He gently lifts her chin, making sure she's looking directly at him. "Say something" he rasps, his voice betraying just a hint of vulnerability.

"We can't.. We shouldn't.." She struggles, her words saying one thing, but her body saying another as she closes the non existent space between them.

Johnny felt a spark of hope ignite in his chest as she leaned closer to him. Her body was so close to his now, he could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. "Why not?" he murmured, his voice low and raspy. "Give me one good reason we can't."

His hand sends shivers down her spine, shivers only he could produce. "We're best friends.."

"And friends can't want more than friendship?" he asks, his fingers lightly tracing the small of her back.

He leans in closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. Her scent is intoxicating, and the feel of her body against his is sending his senses into overdrive.

"Maybe we were never just friends" he whispers against her skin. Her eyes fluttered shut, he was too close for comfort. "Jesus- I can't think straight when you're on me like that" She says breathlessly.

Johnny chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on her way too much. He knows he's got her now, there's no going back.

He leans in again, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Maybe I don't want you thinking straight," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe I like you like this, all flustered and breathless because of me."

"Johnny.." She pleads, her hands betraying her as she reaches out and cups his chest.

Her touch is like an electric shock to his system. He lets out a low groan, his own hand moving to cover hers, holding it against his chest.

"You don't know what you do to me" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "The way you say my name..."

"You don't know what *you* do to *me*" She admits, her guard slipping down.

He grins at her words, feeling the last of her resistance crumbling underneath his touch.

He gently pushed her back against the wall, trapping her between the cold tile and his body. His hands find their way to her hips, holding her captive.

"I like that you're helpless against me" he murmurs, his lips moving to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. "It's driving me crazy."

She lets out small gasps as he peppers her, her eyes drilled shut as he sends tingles everywhere through her. "What are you doing to me.."

"Driving you crazy, apparently" he replies, his lips moving up to her jawline, pressing hot kisses along the sharp angle.

He pushes himself even closer to her, his body flush against hers. He wants her to feel everything, feel just how much he wants her.

"Say it again" he urges, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Say my name."

"Johnny." She whines.

Her voice, needy and pleading, is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He can barely control himself, his body is on fire and she's the only thing that can quench the fire.

"Again" he demands, his mouth finding its way to her collarbone, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her neck. "I need to hear you say my name again."

"God Johnny..." She pants, it feels too good. She was used to moaning his name in the privacy of her room late at night, but this was entirely different.

The sound of his name coming from between her sweet, parted lips is almost enough to send him over the edge. He presses her harder against the wall, his body pinning her in place.

He pulls back just enough to look at her face, takes in the flushed cheeks, the heavy-lidded eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "You're all I think about, day and night."

"You're everything to me Johnny..." She confesses, finally getting something off her chest. "Being around you but not being *with* you is torture."

Johnny's heart clenches at her words. He knows exactly how she feels. The endless hours spent watching her, aching to touch her, but holding back because he was afraid of ruining everything. But not anymore.

He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Then be with me" he urges, his voice low and firm. "Be mine. "Please."

She closes the gap between them fully,turning her head to the side and connecting her lips to kiss. It was fiery, passionate, and so long overdue.

Electricity dances across his skin the moment her lips touch his. This isn't some drunken, sloppy kiss. It's full of years of pent-up desire and raw emotion.

He kisses her back fiercely, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her, claiming her. He grips her hips tighter, pulling her closer, needing to feel all of her against him. He kisses her like he needs her to breathe.

They kiss until they're breathless, against the wall where he holds her to all of the tension that had built up. " Yes.. the answer is yes.." Sheslips in between parting kissing

Her answer, spoken between gasps and kisses, sends a shock of relief through him. He can finally touch her, finally have her without fear of rejection. It's like a dream come true.

He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a renewed intensity. His hands are everywhere, roaming up her sides, into her hair, down her throat. He wants to touch every inch of her, claim her as his own.

Finally, they pull apart, both of them panting and out of breath. Johnny rests his forehead against hers, taking in the fact that she's his now, for real. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

"Me too" She giggles, lacing her fingers through his sandy hair. This boy was beautiful, he really was. She tried to catch her breath, the chemistry between them was so undeniable, and this sealed the deal.

Johnny can't help but smile at her laughter, the sound is like music to his ears. He looks at her, taking in her flushed cheeks, her messy hair. She's never looked more beautiful to him.

"We should go back to the party" he murmurs, though the last thing he wants to do is leave this room. "Everyone's probably wondering where we are."

She nods "Yeah, probably.." She overhears Motley Crue playing, it's her favorite song. She opens the door, going out first.

As they step out of the bathroom, the sounds and sights of the party rush back to them. Johnny reaches for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Dance with me" he says, pulling her towards the throngs of people.

"Gladly" She follows. They get to the middle of the floor, all eyes are on them as they begin to move together.

*Ten seconds to love

Ten seconds to love

Pull my trigger

My guns loaded with your love

Ten seconds to love

Just wait honey

Until I tell the boys about you*

The lyrics boomed through the house as they began to grind against each other

The way she moves against him, the way she fits in his arms, it's like they were made for each other. Johnny loses himself in the feel of her body against his, the rhythm of the music guiding their movements.

He pulls her closer, one arm wrapped possessively around her waist, the other on the curve of her hip. The world dissolves around them, reducing to just the two of them, dancing, touching, wanting.

Bobby whistles slowly from the other side of the room, the other cobra kai joining at the scene in front of them.

Johnny smirks, deciding to give his friends a show.

He spins her around, her back pressed to his chest. His hands roam over her body, feeling her curves, claiming her. He wants to show everyone that she's his, now and always.

She backs up right against him, ghosting his hands and moving them around her body as she looks up at him. She wasn't very big on PDA, this was something she could get behind, or at least Johnny was *behind*.

Johnny's mind is going wild, the image of her pressed up against him, moving her body in ways that drive him insane, is almost more than he can handle.

He leans in, his breath hot against her ear, his lips just barely touching her skin. "You're killing me" he murmurs, his hands drifting lower, lower, lower...

"At least you'll die happy" She teases, his hands traveling making her feel something deep in her stomach.

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

He brings his mouth to her neck, his lips trailing up the soft skin of her throat. "You have no idea how happy" he whispers, his hands settling on her hips, pulling her even closer.

She can feel the firm evidence of his desire pressed against her, his body responding to her every move.

She gasps at the feeling of him hard against her. It was almost too much to bear. Her arms go up, letting him have more access as she lines her jaw with her finger.

Johnny can't get enough of her, her gasp only fueling his growing need. He nips at the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands now tracing the lines of her body with a new purpose, exploring every inch of her.

His fingers dance along her collarbone, down her ribcage, over her hip bone, never still, always seeking more skin to touch. His lips return to her ear, his voice low and rough. "You drive me insane, you know that?"

She smirks up at him, turning back around to face him. He looked flushed, clearly affected by her. And she was loving it. "I haven't even gotten started."

He gives her a crooked smile, her words sending a jolt of desire through him. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to regain some shred of control.

"Careful" he warns, his voice a low growl. "You keep talking like that and I'll take you right here in front of everyone."

She shakes her head at his banter. “You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

Johnny doesn't deny it, his eyes darkened with intense desire. "You have no idea" he mutters, pulling her even closer.

He can feel the heat between them, the way her body responds to his touch. He's so close to losing all self-control, and he knows if she pushes just a little bit more, he'll snap.

"But we're around all of these people so you'll have to behave" she teases. She rolls her body on Johnny, slightly straddling his leg while standing, leaning back and giving him a good visual of what's to come..

His eyes widen at her boldness, her movements sending waves of heat through him.

He grabs her hips tighter, holding her in place against him, his fingers digging into her skin. "Jesus Christ" he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "You can't just- you can't...fuck."

She knows exactly what she's doing to him, *To be fair, he wasn't hiding it.* "Like what you see?" She flirts.

He groans in response, his eyes raking over her body like he wants to devour her. "Like it? I'm about to lose my goddamn mind" he mutters, his grip on her hips almost painfully tight now.

His fingers trace a path up her stomach, teasing the underside of her bra. "You can't do this to me" he says, his voice strained. "Not here, not now. It's not fair."

She melts into his touch, Johnny's big hands dragging so possessive over her frame. It was enough to drench her on the spot. She continues her show for him, rolling slowly and seductively. "I don't know what youre talking about" she feigns innocence.

His breath hitches as she continues to move against him, the effect she's having on him almost unbearable. "You're a goddamn tease, you know that?" he mutters, his hands starting to wander.

He lets one hand slip further up, coming to rest just under her breast, his thumb tracing a lazy circle. "I swear if you don't stop, I'll-" He cuts off, his imagination running wild.

"You'll what?"

"I'll... do things to you..." he mutters, his lips grazing her ear. He's on the edge now, the feeling of her body against him driving him crazy.

He leans in, his breath hot against her skin. "Things that would get us kicked out of here real fast."

He pulls her closer, his body pressed flush against hers, the evidence of his desire evident as he grinds his hips against her. "You want to know what I'll do to you if you keep this up?"

She flushes, she cant take much more of this, her cocky facade crumbling as he whispers suggestive things. "I want to know," she whispers, her throat feeling parched.

His hand on her hip slides down, over her rear, giving it a squeeze. He pulls her body even closer against his, the heat between them threatening to burn them alive.

His lips move to her neck, his tongue trailing along the sensitive skin. "I'll throw you over my shoulder, *again*" he whispers, his voice low and rough. "And carry you to the nearest empty room, lock the door behind us, and show you exactly what you do to me."

Her face feels hot, actually everything does. His filthy words make her blush. "Is that so?"she tries to tease, but the desperation creeps into her tone.

"Mhm" he hums against her skin, his lips moving up her jawline. "And then I'll spread your legs..."

He nips at the lobe of her ear, his hand giving her rear another firm squeeze. "And I'll take my time, make sure you're nice and wet..."

He leans in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers, "And when I'm done with you, you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

She looks at him, lips parted, heart racing. *Deep breaths, deep breaths...* "I..." forming a sentence feels goddamn impossible.

Her vision is muddled with images of him and her, ones she's dreamed and fantasized about, but knowing how close it's coming to fruition..

He smirks at her inability to respond, her breathless expression making him want her more than ever. He knows he's got her right where he wants her now, and there's no going back.

He steps even closer to her, so close there's barely an inch separating them. He runs a hand up her neck, his fingers gently grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him.

"You look so goddamn beautiful when you're all flustered" he murmurs, his voice filled with desire. "I wonder what faces you'll make when I finally get you alone..."

"Johnny.." She breathes, unable to formulate a single thought. She can't think of anything else but getting alone with him.

The sound of her saying his name, all breathless and needy, drives him wild. He knows exactly what she wants, because he wants it just as badly.

He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. "Say please," he whispers, his lips barely touching hers. "Beg for it."

"Please..." she pleads "Just get me out of here Johnny.."

He grabs her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers, and starts leading her through the sea of people. His friends cat call and whistle, but Johnny ignores them, focused solely on getting her alone.

He drags her through the house, searching for an available room, any room. He can't wait, needs her now.

Finally, he spots a door cracked open, the lights off inside. He leads her inside, shuts the door, and locks it behind them.

The moment the door clicks shut, he's on her. His hands are everywhere, roaming over her body like a man possessed.

He kisses her hungrily, his lips and tongue devouring her as he presses her into the bed.

Her hair forms like a halo around her head as she kisses him back, her body aching for him and only him. He drove her insane with his words, she wonders if he's all talk…

There’s no restraint left in him now. All the years of pent-up desire, the memories of her, everything fueling his hunger. He needs her, needs to prove how good he can make her feel.

His hands find the hem of her shirt, his fingers slipping under the fabric. "Lift your arms" he whispers, his voice thick with need.

She submits, lifting up her arms and letting him undress her. He swiftly takes off her top, unclipping her bra while he's at it and taking it off. She shimmies off her skirt, her panties with it. She does the same to him, taking off his shirt eagerly.

He steps back, letting her undress him.

Once he's bare before her, he lets out a shaky breath, unable to resist any longer. He lunges for her, pinning her down onto the bed. "God, I want you so much" he mutters, his lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest…

Her body twists at his lips, setting small fires all through her skin. She whimpers at the intimate act.

He takes his time with her body, mapping it with his lips and tongue. He wants every inch of her, wants to claim her as his.

He moves lower, his lips brushing over her hip bone, his hand skimming over her inner thigh.

She hisses, the sensation is mind numbing. He is so close to where she needs him most.

He smirks, fully aware of how impatient she's getting, but he wants to draw this out, wants to tease her, just like she did to him.

His lips ghost over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, his hand coming to rest just above her core, not quite touching where she wants him most. "Beg for it" he commands, his voice gruff and rough.

"Please Johnny.. Please just do something" she begs, her voice shaky.

He smirks, his lips hovering over her core, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. "What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice a low growl, already knowing the answer.

Her words send a jolt through him, his hunger for her growing even more. "Mmm, I think I can manage that" he mutters, his lips hovering just centimeters from her.

He's teasing her, the anticipation is almost too much to bear. "I want to know how sweet you are."He presses his lips to her then, giving her exactly what she craves. His tongue tastes her, exploring her, slowly and deliberately.

He savors every moment, every sound she makes, every time her body jerks in response to his touch. He loves the way she tastes, the way she responds to him.

He worked her with his tongue, it felt like magic.

"Oh, g-god!" her back arched, the ache being resolved by his expert tongue.

He works her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth, determined to give her the most intense pleasure she's ever experienced. He wants to make her scream, wants her to forget her own name, wants to be the reason she can't walk tomorrow.

Her hand flies to his head, the blonde hairs feeling soft against her fingers. "Wow...Johnny, oh my god" she moans as her toes curl in pleasure.

He takes his time, his tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh. Her reaction fuels his lust, his desire to give her pleasure mounting with each gasp and moan she makes.

He knows exactly what she needs, and he's determined to give it to her, to make her lose control, to make her scream his name. He's getting damn close to coming just from making her feel good.

"Johnny.. I want you to fuck me" she moans desperately.

Her words fuel the fire inside him, igniting a primal need to make her his. He lifts his head, his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss.

He positions himself between her legs, his body pressed firmly against hers. "You want me?" he whispers between kisses. "You want me to fill you up?"

"Please johnny.." She begs.

He can't resist her anymore, her begging is too much. He aches to be inside her, to feel her wrapped around him.

He positions himself at her entrance, his cock hard and aching for her. "You're mine.. say you're mine" He stoves himself inside her wetness

"I'm yours!" she screams in pleasure, her body filled with a sweet burn.

The sound of her saying it, the feeling of her body, it's like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's overwhelmed by it all, drowning in her.

His hands grip her hips, his mouth finding her neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses in their wake. "You feel so damn good.. so tight and wet and.. ah, god.." He moans, slowly moving.

"You fill me up *so* good Johnny" Her eyes roll back, the pressure inside her is nothing like she's ever known.

"Mmm, that's good baby" he mutters, his voice strained. The feeling of her wrapped around him, it's driving him insane.

He moves deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her gasp. "You feel so good, you have no idea.." he moans, thrusting steadily.

All of the years, she couldn't believe she was missing out on this. She spread her legs further so he could get deeper. She turned into a whimpering mess.

She's coming apart under him, her body responding to his every touch, every movement. He's intoxicated by her, completely addicted to the way she feels, the sounds she makes.

He moves faster, deeper, needing more of her, loving her at his mercy.

"God, you have no idea how long I've wanted this.. how much I've wanted you.." he mutters, his breathing ragged.

"Oh, Johnny" she groans, letting him have all of her. Her body arching toward him in ecstasy.

He doesn't hold back at all, he's lost in her, completely taken by her. She's like an addiction, he can't get enough, can't get close enough.

He moves faster, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her body flush against his. "I want you to come for me" he whispers, his lips trailing over her skin. “I want you to come all over my cock.”

She looks up at him panting, on the edge. "I'm so close Johnny" She begs "Just keep going.."

The sound of her begging, her voice all filled with need and pleading, it's music to his ears. He's close too but he needs her to come first, needs to feel her fall apart in his arms.

He moves faster, deeper, harder, his body pressed tight against hers. "That's it baby, come for me.. let go" he whispers, his lips against her ear.

He pushes her over the edge, waves of pleasure go throughout her body as she writhes in it all.. she moans his name as she lays back, squirmy at the sensations.

The feeling of her coming around him, it's enough to push him over the edge. He can't control himself, he's lost in the moment, completely. He thrusted a last time as he fills her up “Fuck, baby.” He groans breathing heavily and falling next to her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He's completely wrung.

"That was..."

"...Amazing" he finishes her sentence, his voice hoarse. He props himself up on his forearms, looking down at her with a look of awe on his face.

"You okay?" he asks, his eyes searching her face. He's still trying to catch his breath, his body heavy against hers.

She nods, smiling "Yes" she affirmations, planting a short and sweet kiss on his cheek.

He smiles at that, a genuine, satisfied smile. He's feeling damn good right now, completely and utterly satisfied. He looks down at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and messy hair, the aftermath of their encounter.

He leans down to plant a kiss on her forehead, gently pushing a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.

"You're beautiful" he mutters, his voice almost a whisper. He doesn't just mean the way she looks, he means everything about her, everything that makes her who she is.

"and you're... finally my boyfriend."

He can't help but chuckle at that, her words making his heart flutter.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses against her skin. "Yeah, I am" he murmurs, a smile on his face. "And I intend to be a damn good one at that."

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