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Self-Defense Johnny Lawrence Imagine Part 3 (Final Part)

Summary: In hopes to cheer you up and further your self-defense skills, your boyfriend turns into your sensei. You later show how well you’ve been learning.

Author’s Note: (Some sexually suggestive language) Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this final part!

Today was the first day of your karate lessons with - Sensei Lawrence, you smiled to yourself. He had you stop by the dojo two hours before his class started so the two of you had enough time to practice.

You walked in the dojo, the door sounding your arrival. You took your shoes off before stepping onto the mat.

“You ready princess?” You looked up to see Johnny's mischievous smirk. You smiled, the two of you meeting each other in the middle of the mat.

“How come I don’t get a robe?” You teased. Sometimes you just liked to get under his skin.

“It’s not a robe.” He glared, knowing damn well you knew the proper term.

“Sorry Sensei.” You said with a soft voice and a devilish smirk. A soft chuckle escaped him.

***

“Cobra strike is composed of two parts - the lunge, which requires you to use the whole body-” You watched as Johnny held his fists in front of the dummy. “And the bite,” He punched the mannequin. “Which is everything that happens after you make contact, alright?” You nodded your head.

“You don’t stop here where the knuckle hits the bone - you punch through the bone like the guy you really want to hit is standing right behind this asshole.” He gestured to the empty space behind the dummy.

You were glad he turned to focus his attention on the rubber mannequin because you had to bite your lip from laughing. Johnny Lawrence held the reputation of a serious man, a man you wouldn’t want to be tangled with, a badass. But it was the way he spoke that tickled you.

“Strike here - you bloody his nose, strike here - you break his teeth-” He motioned each move on the dummy. “Strike here - you could severely damage his trachea…” You gulped, eyes wide. He took note of your reaction.

“Obviously that's only for extreme situations.”

***

“Ow! Johnny!” You said, hand clenching your ribs. “You’re enjoying this a little too much.” You whined. The two of you had been going at it for an hour. You were getting a hang of the moves but he was moving too fast for you to block his strikes.

“Babe, I’m not trying to hurt you, you’re not focused. C’mon, clear your head, think of why you want to fight. Think of all those assholes you have to deal with at the bar.”

Your eyes peered down with embarrassment. “Hey.” You looked up. “Everyone deals with assholes. It’s not fair but you and I both know that life isn’t so kind. Let them be assholes, but you’re gonna show them who’s boss. Alright?” You smiled, his words were kinda cheesy but you admired his attempt. You nodded your head. “Now c’mon baby, show me a proper elbow strike.”

***

Johnny was so proud of how fast you were learning and how well your strikes were delivered. Maybe a little too well...

“THERE YOU GO BABY!” He cheered you on as you kicked the block between his hands. You smiled with excitement. Sending another kick to the board.

“Harder!” You kicked with force.

“C’mon!” You kicked harder, so hard that the force of your foot colliding with the block pushed the block towards his face, hitting him in the mouth.

“Oh my god!” You shrieked, your hands covering your mouth. “Johnny I’m so sorry!”

He wiped his mouth, quickly checking to see if there was any blood. “It’s alright, it happens, that’s what you’re supposed to do - maybe we should change your focus on the dummy.” He got up, his tongue swirling in his mouth. He walked over to the dummy, pulling it in front of you.

“Are you tearing up?”

“Just hit it.” He snarled. You stifled a giggle, getting back into position.

***

You wiped your forehead, turning around to grab your water bottle. Smack!

“Hey!” You hissed at your boyfriend, your hand on your butt, an attempt to relieve the sting made by his palm. “That’s not part of it!”

“In my dojo it is” He said, an eyebrow raised, a smirk plastered on his face.

***

Johnny flipped you on your back, pinning you to the ground. You had just earned a point, but he gave you no time to celebrate.

He lay hovering over your body, eyes gazed into yours. “Johnny?”

“Hm?” He grunted, your voice bringing him out of his daze.

“Aren’t you gonna show me the next move?”

“Oh I’ll show you the next move alright.” He winked.

You blushed, chuckling at his not-so-subtle joke. “Sir, you have children coming into this dojo.”

***

Three weeks after your first karate lesson, Johnny decided to take the two of you out for drinks to celebrate how well you were doing. You were both so proud of your improvement. Not to mention how fun it was to practice with Johnny. You knew you weren’t getting the same treatment as his students, but you trusted his process and you enjoyed every time spent with him on the mats.

The night was filled with laughter between the two of you, drinks were rounding up and the night was growing late. Johnny excused himself, making his way to the bathroom.

Johnny was doing his thing in peace when a guy walked towards the other urinal. The man looked over at Johnny, nodding towards him.

“That your girl over there at the bar?”

Johnny turned his head toward the man. “Yeah.” He stated, uninterested in talking to a creep at the urinal.

“She’s smokin’ hot.” The guy grinned, flushing the urinal and making his way to the sink.

“Yeah, she’s a babe.” Johnny stared straight at the wall ahead.

The guy chuckled to himself, shaking his head. “Bet a girl like that ain’t shy in bed huh.” He said drying his hands.

Johnny flushed the urinal, walking towards the sink as he stared down the guy with malice in his eyes.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” He warned.

The guy shrugged before walking out the door.

Johnny walked out of the bathroom, throwing the paper towel in the trash. He spotted the creep from the bathroom sitting where he sat, right beside you. He balled his fists, rage starting to fill his chest. The slide of his hand on your waist sent Johnny marching over to the scene but he was quickly halted when you broke out into Cobra Kai mode. Your lunge and strike was in perfect form, with a twist of the arm and a punch to the nose, the guy was left on the floor, tears in his eyes, his hand covering his blood filled nose.

Johnny strutted towards you. You caught him in the corner of the eye. You flashed a prideful grin at him, fists still up. He smiled at you, mouthing ‘that’s my girl.’

He walked over to the man at your feet. He placed a hand on his shoulders, the creep shifted his eyes to Johnny.

“I warned you.”

Hope you enjoyed the final part of ‘Self-Defense!’ I will still be writing some more of Johnny Lawrence based on ideas I had, I also have a request for a Robbie Keene headcanon coming up. I appreciate all the lovin’ you guys have been sending me 💕

As always, requests are open!

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