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happy74827 · 26 days

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He’s Got The Fire

[Johnny Lawrence x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: To your surprise, Johnny shows up at your window unannounced, but it doesn’t take long to realize it’s not for kicks {GIF Creds: pilvimarja}.

WC: 2076

Category: Slight Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff

Honestly, I’m surprised I haven’t started writing this franchise earlier given how it’s 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 didn’t 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 haven’t seen him in so long, and the day you choose to miss him, he shows up out of nowhere. You would’ve called yourself psychic if it weren’t 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 didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 can’t 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?"

"Just…” 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. “Just drop it, alright? Everything's fine."

“You 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 wasn’t 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. You’ve seen it in movies and TV, and it was a cliche. You didn’t 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t 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.

“Is that…” 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 weren’t even sure you were together at that point.

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked, and he chuckled. “Ozzy's special."

"You named it? What are you, ten?"

You swatted his arm, and he laughed again. His eyes found yours, and you couldn’t 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 weren’t 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.

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redskull199987 · 3 months

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Johnny Lawrence and Daniel LaRusso x male!reader general Dating Headcanons

Word count:1.1k Warnings:it's all cutesy, nsfw is marked Requested by @kaico-o

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Johnny Lawrence:

SFW

he’s very stoic at first, at least until you get to know each other

doesn’t really matter how you met, maybe because of Cobra Kai or maybe you just ran into each other

he was interested in you and you were interested in him, so you exchanged numbers and the rest is basically history

it starts with small meetings at first, a beer here and there and as you talk and slowly get to know each other, you realize just how much you actually like him

you fell first, but he fell harder

you wanted to confess to him, but were too scared to lose the bond you built with him

so, he confessed instead. He was stuttering and fiddling with his hands all the time, it was very unlike him to be so nervous. But when you quickly leaned up and kissed him, his whole Confidence seemed to return and he kissed you back more passionately then you expected

From that day on, you spend most of your time with him hidden in closets or bathrooms kissing and making out

He likes to grab you by the waist and kiss you on the cheek. Enjoys the way you blush at him

Loves to show you off…as do you. You can’t help but brag about how you Boyfriend could kick anyones arse if he wanted to

Takes you out on fancy Dates even though he knows he can’t afford them. He just wants the best for you

When you two are alone, cuddled up together on his sofa, he lets out his gentle side. Evenings are spent with soft kisses and gentle touches

Tells you he loves you, every chance he gets

Is a bit nervous about what Robby would think

And at first Robby doesn’t really care, only as he got closer to his Dad again, he finally got to know you. And he adored you

The two of you love to prank Johnny sometimes

Johnny always acts annoyed, ut his heart warms when he sees his Partner and his Son getting along so well

NSFW

He’s definitely a Dom, his ego couldn’t have it any other way

He can be rough, when his hands wander over your body, but he’d never do something you don’t want

Loves to hear you whine and moan for him when his lips trail over your skin, your hands in his hair, pulling him in

He can’t help but utter praises over praises into your ear, when he sees you beneath him, so eager and ready for him

loves to call you all kinds of pet names, but would go absolutely crazy when he hears you praise him instead

sometimes close to losing himself, you just make him feel so good

You gotta talk him into letting you take care of him, since he always wants to make you feel good. But he’s done for it, as soon as You start touching him and whispering sweet nothings into his ear

He doesn’t really have any kinks, you’re enough for him. he doesn’t need anything else

Not so big on aftercare, but would always ask you if you need something and if you do, he’d be up in seconds, taking care of You

Likes it when you hold him close to you afterwards. Your arms around his naked body just feel like home

He’s just madly in love and he always realizes it again, when he sees your sleeping form next to him, a content smile on his face

Daniel LaRusso:

SFW

He is such a sweetheart, from the very beginning he was always nice to you. Never rude or unfriendly

You had got lost in his shop and there he was, more than eager to help you

And you had done something, that was rather unusual for you

you asked him for his number

and not even two days later, the two of you went on your first Date

He took you to a fancy Restaurant and you went on a walk afterwards

To say that he was absolutely smitten with you would be an understatement

And as he brought you home, the two of you shared a tender and loving kiss

He definitely fell first and probably also harder

It’s all been sunshine and rainbows since then

You’ve never been so comfortable with someone before as you are with him. You can talk with him about everything and anything, he’ll always listen intently, his whole focus just on you

Loves to go on long walks with you, where you just hold hands and enjoy each others presence, a soft kiss here and there

Always longs for you, even though the tiniest touch makes him blush like a teenage Boy

rather confident that his kids will like you

And he would remain right…kind of. Sam takes a liking in you rather fast, whereas Anthony kind of has a hard time getting to know You. But once he finds out that you’ve played a video game or two, he was basically always on your heel when he saw you

You two always kick Daniel’s ass in Smash Bros

NSFW

He's so incredibly soft with You. He’s a Gentleman and always asks for your consent first and would be very happy to do as You please. Anything that makes you happy

he would be more reluctant at the beginning of your relationship, but as you grow more comfortable with each other, he would be ready to try out whatever you like

He claims that he’s a switch, but you and him both know that he's a bottom. He just loves it when you take control over him. He loves it when your hands wander over his skin, making him sigh with pleasure

You always manage to coax him into stopping suppressing his moans and whines and when you brush soft and wet kisses over his neck, mumbling praises and pet names into his ear, his skin would flush and he shudders when your body moves against his

He’d be so whiny and needy when edge and tease him, he’s be begging for you, his face red in embarrassment, but you both knew that he secretly loved it

he absolutely loves it when you overstimulate him, making him cry out in pleasure

He’s a king of Aftercare. Even when he’s exhausted as hell, he makes you his top priority. You’d sometimes have to convince him to let you take care of him afterwards, cleaning him up or just holding him close, pressing loving kisses all over his face

You’d always have a soft smile on your face when he fell asleep in your arms

and if you were too loud, You’d never hear the end of it from his kids…

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irlstereo · 1 month

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maybe I should start posting The Outsiders headcanons and shit 😭

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lacontroller1991 · 2 years

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More Than a Trophy (Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader)

Requested by anon: ok this request is inspired off of one of the other ones i saw someone ask you. it’s young johnny lawrence x female reader. in this one, instead of the reader being drunk, he’s the drunk one at the party and the reader has to take care of him and i just think it’d be so cute

Author's Note: Thank you so much for the request! I think this went a little differently than fluff (there's still some in it) but I definitely think it's more of a whump type deal. Anyways, enjoy!!!

Warnings: underage drinking, drunk Johnny, mention of Kreese being the horrible person that he is, Johnny having a bruise

Main Master List Cobra Kai Master List

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You sit on the couch in a silent rage as you watch Johnny drink can after can with the rest of the gang with only one goal on the mind, to get as drunk as possible. You suppose you can understand why Johnny is wanting to get drunk, after all, it’s not everyday where you lose the biggest tournament of the town to a start-up only for your sensei to then beat your ass in front of everybody. But regardless of the scenario, seeing him drink himself into a coma isn’t a pleasant sight. Sighing, you set your drink down and stalk over to where Johnny has an arm thrown around Jimmy who stumbles beneath his weight. When you get into their line of sight, you can see the relief on Jimmy’s face as he all but dumps Johnny into your arms.

“Here, take him home or something, he’s a mess,” Johnny chuckles in your arms, pressing a kiss against your skin as he looks up at you through blonde lashes.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are? You’re like an angel,” the comment makes you blush as you resituate him to where he’s leaning on you for support.

“Alright baby, it’s time for bed.”

“But I don’t want to go to bed. I wanna stay up and party,” he raises his bottle of beer in the air but Dutch snatches it away causing you to give him a nod in thanks.

“No, Johnny. We need to get you to bed. Look, if you go to bed, I’ll stay the night.” His blue eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Deal.”

Dealing with a child is one thing, but dealing with a grown child who had some liquor is completely different. You let out a huff in frustration as you eye Johnny from the side, the latter sitting in the passenger seat and singing along horribly to whatever 80s song was playing.

“Johnny can you please shut up?” You groan as he rolls his eyes, turning the music up louder. If Johnny doesn’t want to do anything, he doesn’t do it. Giving up, you pull into your driveway and park the car, immediately going to the other side and helping your 6ft boyfriend to exit the car.

“Why are we at your place? Mine was closer.” He questions as he stumbles into the bushes, laughing while you wait patiently for him. It’s not that you mind him drinking, but when he gets drunk, he’s either like this, a child, or he sulks for hours on end.

“Do you really want Sid to see you drunk? He would kill you,” Johnny straightens up and ponders for a minute before looking back at you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, dragging you into his side.

“You’re right. He’s probably glad I lost. Just another failure in his eyes,” Johnny sobers up really quickly, letting his thoughts get the best of him. A sign that you need to cheer him up, and quickly.

“How about we get you showered up and put some ice on your head. You’re going to have a massive hangover and headache tomorrow.” He nods but winces, causing you to cringe. Kreese should have never done what he did, but somehow, that fucker is not in jail for beating up on a minor.

Guiding him in the house is somehow easy, because despite his inebriated state, he still has your house layout memorized. Getting him past your parents was another feat in itself. They don’t dislike Johnny, but they don’t like him. Sitting him on your bed, you rush to your bathroom and draw the water, occasionally looking back and watching the way he pads around your room, fiddling with various trinkets and picking up different photos. “Johnny, come on, your bath is waiting.”

“Bath?” He questions with a chuckle as he sets down a photo and makes his way into the bathroom. “What are you, my mom?”

“You’re acting like a child, so yes. Now let me take care of you okay?” Nodding his head, he strips his clothes off of him and sinks down into the warm water while you look through your cabinets for ibuprofen. Pouring out some pills, you hand them to Johnny, who eyes them in speculation. “Just take them. You’re going to need it.” Begrudgingly, he swallows them with ease as he watches you gently clean his body with soap, scrubbing all the sweat off his body.

“How did I get someone like you?” Your eyes meet his blue ones before you press a kiss to his lips.

“Just by being yourself. Look, Johnny, I know you’re beating yourself up about losing that tournament, but don’t. You tried your hardest, you did your best, and it just didn’t work out,” you comment, rinsing away the suds as he sniffles, wiping away a single tear with the back of his hand.

“Well in either case, I’m done with karate. It was a waste of time and I wish I would’ve stuck to football like Sid told me.”

“You’re not going to quit karate. You’re going to train and train and train until you can beat that smirk off that stupid Italian’s ass,” his head whips towards you in shock at your words.

“You don’t like LaRusso?”

“Like LaRusso? I despise his guts. No one embarasses my baby except for me, ok? If I could punch that smug son of a bitch I would,” Johnny laughs at the notion of you punching anyone, let alone someone who obviously knows how to defend themselves. Noticing that he’s starting to sober up, you offer him a small smile before handing him a towel. “Now how about we go to sleep. You’re gonna need all the sleep tomorrow.” His brows furrow in confusion.

“Why?”

“You don’t know how much you really drank tonight. So come on, let’s get to bed.”

He rolls his eyes but steps out of the tub nonetheless while your eyes rake down his body. “See something you like?”

“Boy do I," you tug your bottom lip between your teeth before smacking his ass. "Now you get your ass to bed, Lawrence.”

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malfoys-demigod · 1 year

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Could you do some fluff with Johnny ? (But Cobra Kai Johnny)

Johnny’s love for you - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

A/N/: Hi, sorry it took me awhile!! I’ve been dealing with a lot lately but I’ve seen your request and I hope you enjoy! I also saw some good prompts around so shoutout to these fluff prompts!

Summary: Other ways Johnny shows his love for you

Johnny was always known to be the bad boy ever since. Mr. Badass, the one to kick ass all the time, and the very “stuck in the 80s” kind of guy.

It was kind of cute to see how he was very different when it came with you. Like completely different. He was sweet, sometimes shy, and gentle man with you.

Pulling you into random embraces

Every free time you had from work or busy schedules, you’d visit your friend’s up and coming dojo, which would him (and even his students’) a huge smile.

Your presence would light up the room.

As the door opened with a small bell ring to it, you entered the dojo, seeing Johnny highly focused as he was guiding the kids do their warmup.

“Alright, front kicks!” he yelled, “Hai!”

Right before everyone was about to start their front kicks, Miguel had spotted you, with a grin in his face.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” he greeted you, standing up properly, cheekily waving at you.

Johnny lost focus on his class, as his eyes travelled to you. From a confused face to a relieved face, Johnny showed you a gentle smile and walked towards you.

“Diaz, warm ‘em up, please,” Johnny requested. Miguel let out a small chuckle at his sensei’s “please” which was only done whenever he was flushed to see you.

“Got a break from work?” he asked you, pulling you into a small but sincere side hug as the two of you faced the kids, watching them warm up.

“Oh no,” you reply sarcastically, “I just walked out from my meeting mid-presentation and decided to see you.”

Johnny always loved your sarcastic remarks, which made him smile like a fool.

Luckily he didn’t see the small smirks some of his students were making since it was obvious how smitten he could be because of you.

“Well how damn sweet of you to do that, Y/N,” he joked.

“This reminded me of you.”

Small trinkets happened to be one of Johnny’s favorite things to give you.

Every girl absolutely loves big spontaneous gifts. You did too, but whenever Johnny found something small for you all the time, your heart would still melt.

There was one time when you and Johnny were out by the mall.

You two decided to split up for a while, with you by the food court and Johnny running some errands around the stores.

You were enjoying your favorite food and drink, savoring the taste until some beads of your favorite color flashed upon your face.

“Oh!” you say in surprise, leaning backwards to see clearly what you were looking at.

It was a shiny, adorable beaded bracelet of your favorite color, held by Johnny with a small smile on his face.

“This reminded me of you,” he spoke, “They’re your favorite color, right?”

You nodded with a ecstatic smile, “You didn’t have to do this Johnny!”

He shook his head, dropping his errand bags to place the bracelet on your wrist, “Nah, don’t sweat it, Y/N” he assured you, “It looks good on you.”

Looking at him with heart eyes, you stood up to hug him by the neck and whispered, “Thanks, Johnny.”

When you’re feeling under the weather

Today was totally not your day.

Your cycle had just arrived and it the pain was just intolerable and the absolute worst.

You already called in sick from work and have just been wrapped up in a blanket, lying down in your sofa, watching your favorite tv show.

Johnny, at the dojo, decided to send you a quick “Hey, whatcha up to?”, not knowing how your day has been.

As you were watching television, your screen lit up with a notification ring. You looked over to your phone and saw Johnny’s text.

“Not good. On the cycle,” you texted.

Johnny, confused over the last text, narrowed his eyebrows.

“What the heck is ‘on the cycle’?” he asked himself, “Is that some lady term?”

Tori, who was stretching on the mats, overheard Johnny’s silly question, chuckling to herself. “It’s her time of the month, sensei,” she spoke.

“Oh,” he said, “Is there anything I should be getting for her?”

“Hot compress, some of her favorite food, a hot drink, chocolates, and some pain killers if she needs any.”

“Uh-huh,” Johnny replied, attempting to recall everything mentioned, “Diaz is in charge of today’s session, I’ll be out for today now. I trust you guys.”

Johnny was now on his way to purchase some goods for you.

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You were about to call it a day and just try to sleep the pain away even though it was only 6pm.

But there was a knock from your door. You wanted to pretend you weren’t there out of exhaustion, assuming you weren’t expecting anyone important. Could be just a delivery package.

But the next knock came with a voice.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s Johnny,” the voice said, “I got some stuff to help you with your cycle.”

You stood up, now eager to open the door since it was from your favorite person.

As you swung the door open, you met a concerned Johnny holding up a paper bag.

“Hey,” he said with a small smile, “Figured you needed this.”

He stepped inside your place placing the paper bag on your coffee table and checked out the television.

“Of course you’re watching that,” he joked, knowing what was on screen was your favorite thing to watch.

He unpacked the things from the paper bag, revealing a compress, your favorite snacks, some chocolates, some pain killers, and a steaming hot beverage from the coffee shop by your area.

You walked over, planting a small kiss on his cheek, “I was about to sleep the pain away actually,” you admitted shyly.

“And not continue watching your favorite on tv without some good old heated snacks and drink?”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile, “Oops, my bad, Johnny. I suppose that’ll do too.”

“Great!” he sparked, “Ill go heat the compress and snacks and you sit tight here, alright?”

Johnny started picking up the snacks and compress and right before he was about to turn around to head over to the kitchen, you called.

“Hey Johnny?”

“Yeah?” he asked curiously.

“Thanks for being here for me,” you thanked him with a heartfelt smile.

His face warmed up with a sincere grin, nodding his head. “Anytime, Y/N.”

He turned around and made his way straight to the kitchen, unaware that you were still looking at him with admiration and love.

#johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence #karate kid #cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #karate kid x reader #william zabka

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miyagifangkai · 1 year

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Crossing Paths

Chapter 1: The Meeting

Summary: You work at a boring convenience store and just as the days start to run together and you get tired of your routine a new customer walks in, what will happen?

Word Count: 1.7k, I think???

Warnings: nothing really, maybe some curse words??

A/N: hi, this is the first chapter. I’m a little rusty on writing.. tbh if this flops I’m still gonna write and post idgaf lmao but again, thank you for taking time out of your day to read this. Much appreciated! Love you all! 💕

As the days seemed to pass the more they ran together, faces started to mesh into one, your work duties started to get done while you were on autopilot, you started greeting customers with a robotic tone in your voice, and your smile started to wear out. You felt like you were always here, alone. Even in a small convience store you still wouldn’t mind interaction; not with just customers but with someone or something exciting. Even your life outside of work seemed boring.

The hours were long when you worked. Always working open to close due to you being one out of two key holders at the store. You would work into the night closing around 9pm, grab take out, drive home, go inside, eat, watch an episode of your favorite show or movie, brush your teeth, drag your feet across the floor into your bedroom, and fall asleep.

Of course there were days off but lately those were very far and inbetween. Sometimes you didn’t mind being away from home too much because you were alone when you were there too. You wanted to pick up more shifts and your manager, who held the other set of keys, didn’t mind that.

But here you were on a bland Tuesday evening around 5pm getting prepared for a slight rush because of the adults getting off of work. You sat in one of the most uncomfortable stools you could ever think of to relax for a bit and hopefully to cool down because you had gotten overheated from the afternoon sun blazing through the windows above the cash register. You were chewing on a piece of gum while reading through a magazine about the big drama surrounding celebrities or how they are “just like you,” you scoff to yourself muttering “yeah, sure they are,” as you roll your eyes.

You hear the little bell on the door chime as you see a light blonde haired man walk in. Your eyes dart up at him and you instinctively straighten your shoulders and get ready to put on your fake smile and customer service voice before you realize he doesn’t even look your way. He makes his way to the back of the store near the coolers as you silently wait upon his return.

You look back down at your magazine and absentmindedly tap your fingers on the counter as you read.

You’re interrupted by the clattering of cans being roughly sat down beside your magazine. You look back up and are met with dark blue eyes and a sad expression on his face. He didn’t look like he took care of himself that greatly but still one of the cleanest looking customers you’ve seen in awhile. You give him a small smile, “This all?”

He looks at you and nods.

You ring up the beer cans and tell him the price and he starts digging for cash in his pocket.

“Sorry,” he quietly apologizes.

You smile, “Oh, no worries. I get paid by the hour, so.”

He chuckles lightly and hands you the cash.

“Thank you, need a receipt?”

“No thanks,” he grabs the cans and quickly makes his exit before you can tell him to have a good evening.

You mumble, “What a weirdo,” and go back to your reading.

That was the first interaction you had with him and it surely wouldn’t be last. As he started to come in more often. Not every day. But every other day, here and there; and he would come in at the same time every time. Close to 5pm before rush would hit.

You wondered about him on the days he didn’t come in, hell, you could say you almost missed him sometimes. He was something. Somebody you could possibly get to know or truly, he wasn’t that bad to look at.

Your interactions didn’t have enough words for any type of brain stimulation but every time he walked in you could feel your heartbeat start to get faster.

He always bought the usual, beer.

You even got the chance to ask him how he was and he would answer with, “Alright, I guess. You?”

That’s when you would always give him your catchphrase, “Oh, you know, livin’ the dream!”

He always laughed when you said it giving you a small smile.

After that your conversations started to become a little longer. Even though, you two avoided formalities with each other. Never getting his name or his occupation but you didn’t think that you wanted to know. You wanted to keep him a mystery. Usually reality really bites and you decided to keep dreaming.

A few weeks later he came in with another boy, a highschooler, you didn’t know him as you weren’t in high school yourself but you still wondered. He was a lot more outgoing than the blonde, you almost laughed at those two, how opposite. You thought that maybe the mysterious blonde man was his teacher or a family friend. They both came up to the counter with chips, soda; and of course, beer.

You look at the blonde and smile, “This all?”

The blonde nods, “Yeah, that’s it.”

You give a small nod and smile at the kid, “How’s school going?”

“Sucks. School’s school,” he shrugs his shoulders.

“I get that,” you answer, “your total is $14.87.”

The blonde hands you a $20 and you type into the register and as you’re getting out the change you hear the kid ask, “Why don’t you wear a name tag?”

You look down at your shirt and sigh not believing that you had forgotten to wear a name tag that day.

“Oh? I usually do. I forgot today!” You facepalm.

The brunette boy asks, “What’s your name then?”

“Y/N, what’s yours?”

“Miguel! This is Johnny.”

You look up at Johnny, “Johnny. Nice. Well, nice to meet you both. Miguel and Johnny,” you smile.

Johnny quickly looks at the ground trying to hide his evergrowing blush.

Miguel seems to notice something going on between you and Johnny and he smirks, “Have you heard about the karate dojo opening up here?”

“What? No. I haven’t! Who’s teaching?”

Miguel points at Johnny excitedly, “Yours truly!”

You look back up at Johnny, “Oh, karate huh? Well, that’s good. I’m glad there’s something going there. It’s been vacant for a while now.”

Johnny pipes in, “Yeah, I wasn’t sure about opening a dojo but Miguel here really talked me into it.”

“Well, that’s cool. How do you two know each other?” You ask.

“We’re neighbors and Johnny helped me get out of a sticky situation with some bullies one day using his totally awesome karate moves.”

You see Johnny start to give Miguel an intense look and it seems like he didn’t like Miguel sharing that information with you so you stay silent and don’t ask questions.

“Yeah. Well, we better get going. Got a dojo to set up,” Johnny places his hand on Miguel’s back to get him to start moving.

“Oh, yeah, totally. Well, good luck with everything guys! I’ll see ya later!” You wave.

“See ya!” Miguel waves back.

Another week or two passes by and you see Johnny again, this time without Miguel.

Johnny quickly glances at you and gives you a kind nod and you reciprocate with a smile. He makes his way into the back to get his usual. You wanted to get to know him more, for some reason there was something about him that drew you to him.

You slowly walk back towards the snack area to see if you could get a good look at him. As you stand there practically staring a hole through the back of him without realizing it he confidently says, “It’s rude to stare, you know?”

Your eyes widen and you quickly say, “Oh, I’m so sorry.. I didn’t mean to be rude!”

He turns around with a faint blush and almost a smirk, “Need anything?”

You sigh, “Uh, no. I just wanted to make sure you were finding everything alright,” nice save.

Johnny chuckles, “Right. Well, I have everything I need,” and he raises up the beer cans and starts walking towards the front.

You take a second to breathe and take in all your embarrassment and then start to follow him. You just wanted to melt into the floor so you could never see him again.

You make your way behind the counter and scan the cans, “So, Johnny,” you wanted to make conversation with him. Besides, you’d seen him here so many times in the past and you are just now figuring out what his name was so you couldn’t help but let curiosity kill the cat.

“Yeah?”

“I was just wondering, like, I’ve seen you here a lot. What do you do? You know, for a living?”

Johnny looks at you with a piercing gaze but quickly softens, “Teach karate.”

You almost face palm. You knew that. Miguel had told you that not too long ago. You couldn’t believe you just asked him that like a big idiot.

You chuckle at your stupidity, “Oh! Yeah! I knew that!”

Johnny cracks a small smile, “Yeah, dojo is down that way. You should swing by some time if you’re interested,” his smile falls into a smirk and he looks away from you at the floor with red cheeks. You couldn’t help but take in his handsome features.

That’s when it hit you swing by? Was he hitting on you? No way. He couldn’t be. He was so out of your league. Or was he?

“I definitely will one day! I wouldn’t mind learning some self defense since I work nights too.”

“You work nights? By yourself?”

“Well, kinda. We close at 9 but still that’s pretty late around these parts sometimes.”

“Yeah, hey, I don’t mind to stay after class to walk you to your car if you need me to.”

Every bit of you wanted him to. You didn’t even know him barely but you felt like you’ve known him forever.

“Johnny, you don’t have to do that. Really, that’s late. I don’t want to keep you out.”

“No, really I don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

You see his eyes lighten up a bit more, “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah, sure. I close up by 9.”

“Alright, I’ll be outside the dojo waiting for you,” he slowly steps away.

“Uh, wait!” You raise your hand slightly to stop him, “uh, you’re not planning on kidnapping me or something? You’re not like an axe murderer or something?”

Johnny laughs, “No. I don’t plan on murdering you, Y/N.”

Johnny steps back up to counter and reaches out his hand for you to shake, “Johnny Lawrence.”

You shake his hand, “Y/N L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, officially.”

You smile, “Nice to meet you too.”

Johnny let’s go of your hand, “Alright, I’ll see ya later!”

“See ya!”

Johnny makes his exit and you sit down on your uncomfortable stool and take a deep breath. Holy shit, he was hitting on you.

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50shadesofrossi · 2 years

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Insanity and Devotion

Young Johnny Lawrence x F!Reader

Part One

Summary: The usual family night at the Country Club turns into something else when you meet a blonde haired Johnny Lawrence

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: Just an fyi, I haven’t written anything in quite a while and I’m trying to get back into it with a short little Johnny Lawrence Fic

Saturday night-your least favourite night of the week. No matter how much you beg and plead, your father still makes you attend the Country Club with your family; forcing smiles and fake laughs until the clock strikes nine and you can bolt out the back door. Suppose, it's your father's way of keeping your family tight, knowing once your brother and yourself are older, you'll branch out and see each other less and less.

You can't fault him, but there are plenty of other activities you could be doing with your gang of friends instead. Three of your friends are also dragged to the event by their parents, making the situation not completely terrible, but it would be better to not be separated by social groups.

Your parents mingle in their cliches, your father with his business partners and your mother with the older, snobbish women. You sneer at the judgmental glares they send your way throughout the night, no doubt your mother expressing how unladylike you've gotten in the past year.

Sure, you used to dress nicely and smile at the handsome boys who stood alongside their parents during introductions and ate food with a delicacy your mother forced you to master and you always kept quiet unless spoken to, but since becoming friends with boys, well, let's say all sixteen years of brainwashing went down the drain.

Goodbye, cute dresses, cute hairstyles and pretty makeup. Hello, jeans and shirt, natural hair and the occasional lipstick. You no longer care about dolling yourself up for others, when you're a natural beauty who needs no 'assistance'. The little heels were replaced with doc martens and on the odd day, heeled boots.

You got piercings and revealed your bad bitch attitude.

Though sometimes, that bad bitch attitude gets you in trouble.

"Damn Baby, I didn't think you and adorable would ever be in the same sentence." Your friend chuckles, gesturing to the cardigan and short-sleeved shirt your mother insisted you wear, tucked into your skirt. You flip him off, walking down the small set of stairs to pinch the joint from between his fingers.

Ever since you could remember, you've been called Baby, your real name saved for the moments when you're in dire trouble. Sometimes your father will throw in your middle name for added exaggeration.

"Ha ha, real funny." You scowl, pressing the joint to your lips and leaning against the building.

The back door suddenly opens and the three of your friends scurry down to join you, having also escaped from their parent's sights. "I don't know about you Baby, but my parents are trying to set me up!"

You exhale, the puff of cloud floating into the atmosphere. "You're almost eighteen Debby, what do you expect?" You hand her the much-needed bud. "I assume I'll be in the same boat in two years."

"Pfft, please," Brett laughs. "As if anyone could handle you."

You all laugh, knowing it's true. Your parents have a hard enough time as it is, your father is a little easier but hard nonetheless.

"The only person capable of controlling Baby, is someone just as insane."

You roll your eyes, passing up the offer of alcohol that Steve managed to swipe on his way out. Normally you are all for it, but you know your father will be pissed if he smells weed and alcohol. He's pretty flexible with your rebellious phase, allowing you to stay out until eleven-thirty, shaking his head at the new piercings or scandalous outfits and occasionally allowing you to skip school.

He likes to remind your mother of the man he was when she met him; the exact same way you are now. He remembers wanting to try and figure himself out, changing up the new styles and having fun with his friends up until senior year when he put his head down and graduated with the third-highest grade in his school.

Realistically, you have a year and a bit of having fun and being carefree, and then you need to knuckle down and do the best you can. You haven't the slightest idea of what you want to do after high school, though you are leaning towards something to do with art.

From the moment you could hold a pencil, you've been drawing, creating images and scenes from your little mind and quite literally putting it on paper. As you've grown, so has your talent, and you're favourite style.

At least you know you'll never fail your art major in two years.

"What do you think, Baby?"

You blink, turning to face your friend Miranda. "What do I think...?"

"I told you she wasn't listening." Deborah laughs, extending the joint back to you. "We're thinking of crashing the Mayfield party afterwards, wanna join? We might run into Gemma."

At this, you perk up, your jaw clenching. Gemma; bitch number one. You used to be best friends, almost sisters from your first meeting in kindergarten, but after you walked into your little brother's bedroom during a party you hosted only a couple of months back, you've been waiting for the right time to pummel her. Your younger brother-by almost a year-was so smashed that he required assistance to make it to his room, and when you managed to get up there to check on him, you found Gemma undressing him.

She tried to take advantage of your drunk brother, and you lost it.

Few people know the true story, recreating rumours from the little scenes witnessed that night. Only you and your friends know the real story; Gemma and your brother included.

"For her sake, I'd hope not." You grit, your mood severely dampened.

"I'm surprised you haven't beat her yet, the Baby I know doesn't have enough control for that," Brett murmurs, remembering the night.

You purse your lips, glaring at the concrete below. "Master Phil told me to wait until the tournament when I can unleash and still beat her; again." At a young age, you began learning Taekwondo, working your way up to a second dan black belt. Every known and again you compete in tournaments, entering the Weapons and Poomsae sections. You try to avoid Sparring at all costs, knowing how ruthless you become.

You originally joined alongside Gemma, an incident at school encouraging your fathers to sign you up. Not long after, you moved to a different dojo, not liking the Master's style and flourishing with Master Phil. At least it allows you to have some friendly competition, which has now changed to a serious rivalry.

You intend on signing up for Sparring.

Before anyone can say anything else, the back door slams against the building, the noise startling you. The bright light casting down on your little area blinds you, blinking furiously to adjust and try to recognise the figure standing at the threshold.

"Steven Phillips! How many times do I have to catch you before you learn your lesson!"

Shit, you scramble to move away, instantly knowing who that angry voice belongs to; the manager. Most nights you attend, your group is caught stealing food or alcohol, creating your reputation amongst the staff.

You stifle a laugh as Brett hauls ass into the darkness, knowing his parents would crack down on him for being caught at the Country Club again. The four of you sprint for the patio along the side, dodging people and ducking around objects to slide through the glass doors and into the crowded room.

You lose sight of your friends, your adrenaline pumping and your ears burning at the frantic movement and rush of getting away. Something tells you that your father will be less than pleased if you get into trouble again.

Weaving your way through the scattered people, you swivel your head to try to catch sight of the manager, releasing a sharp breath when you see him following Steve up the stairs. With your attention fixated in front of you, you don't sense the person behind you, until you collide with them.

Hands reach out to steady you, your own grasping anything to keep the both of you upright. "I'm so sorry!" You blurt, your eyes wide in shock.

"Hey! You should watch where you're going," they cut off, their eyes finding yours.

You pause, taking in his azure blue eyes that fixate on you. They're the first thing you notice, the bright colour capturing your attention. You could probably spot them from a mile away. For a heartbeat you stare at them, the pools of colour swirling the longer you go before you blink and really notice the guy.

His sandy blonde hair covering his forehead yet swept slightly to the right, freckles painting his cheeks and nose. His dark coloured suit complimenting his skin tone, and hinting at the fact that he's from money. You've never seen this boy before, making it a tad bit awkward for the blatant staring and for bumping into him.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention." You cringe at the slightly higher octave in your voice, hoping he doesn't notice.

"No it's alright," he smiles, his hands still gripping your forearms gently yet firmly. "You seemed like you were in a hurry,"

You falter at the sight of his smile, the corner of his mouth twisted up. "I was-I am." You correct yourself, breaking eye contact to find the manager descending the stairs. You don't know if they've spotted you, nor do you want to find out. "Again, I apologise for the disruption."

Almost reluctantly, you pull away from his grasp, turning to continue your way through the bodies and effectively out of sight. You don't feel the gaze following you until you slip around a corner. You also don't feel the heat in your cheeks from your encounter, too focused on finding your family and blending in for the rest of the evening.

You approach your table, your father standing at the sight of you. "Baby, where have you-really?" He scolds, smelling the weed.

Your face flushes at the realisation, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. Did you seriously just have that entire encounter with the handsome boy, whilst smelling of pot? Your father raises a brow at your stupidity to cover your tracks, gripping your shoulder. "Go to the ladies' room and freshen up, before your mother sees you."

You nod, ignoring your snickering brother from the table. How could you be so stupid, the number one rule is to douse yourself in perfume afterwards and you couldn't even do that. And, you were in close proximity to a boy, smelling like you do.

Amateur.

"Sorry, daddy," you mumble.

"Go," he urges, gesturing for the bathroom before turning to return to his conversation.

Your brother stifles his laugh, quickly jumping out of his chair to escort you to the bathroom, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. "Did you at least save any for me?"

"No, Brett took it."

"Aw man, why don't I ever get any?" He whines.

You roll your eyes, shrugging his arm off and placing your hand on the door of the bathroom. "Because they're my friends, and not yours." He pouts. "If you cover for me later, I'll bring some home."

Classic sibling bribery, the only way the two of you get along. Once your brother was old enough, you began 'training' him on it, using it for almost everything. Of course, you're a little better at digging up the dirt on him, as any older sibling is.

"You better," he points, narrowing his eyes and slowly backing away for added effect. You chuckle at his antics, finally pushing the door open and entering the bathroom.

The light reflecting off the white tiles blasts into your eyesight, causing you to blink erratically as you make your way to the sink. Most of the women here attend daily, all know each other and thus leaving products for everyone to use, should anything arise. Thankfully, it gives you the perfect opportunity to dose yourself in perfume, wrinkling your nose at the pungent smell.

Behind you, a small group of girls your age rush in, occupying a small selection of sinks and two of them jumping up onto the counter, all the whole animatedly chatting. You nibble on the corner of your lip at the conversation, pretending to check yourself over.

"Have you seen Johnny tonight? He looks absolutely dashing." One of them giggles, reapplying her lipstick.

For a moment you swallow the heaviness in your throat, opting to tune out the dreamy sighs as they relive their encounter with said Johnny. As much as you love your friends and the way you all are, sometimes you wonder what it'd be like if you were different; you don't talk about crushes or prom or anything like that. It's normally about parties, something stupid the boys did and getting high.

Sometimes you wish you were close with them, much like the girls next to you clearly are with each other-encouraging the first girl about the boy and reminding her to play hard to get, presenting herself to be uninterested but pursuable.

Ugh, what am I thinking? I couldn't imagine anything worse.

Turning to exit the bathroom, you make haste in retreating back to your table, sitting across from your brother. Your parents have learnt to separate you both since the last altercation you created.

You lean back in your chair, huffing at the way your mother acts with her friends, hand movements, fake laugh and her voice raised a little high. On the other side of the table, your brother sits straighter, mocking your mother's movements and mouthing a conversation.

You chuckle, amusement dancing over your features at his antics, your mother completely unaware.

"Ah Sid, it's good to see you," your father voices beside the table, shaking hands with the wealthy man.

Your brother abruptly stops, his cheeky grin giving himself up as your father turns to introduce the man to your family. You glance sideways to inspect the man when you come face to face with the boy from earlier; the one with the azure eyes you stumbled into.

"Oh fuck," you mutter, averting your attention to your empty glass in front of you.

Your father calls your name, gesturing to the both of you and your brother, Sid shaking his hand. You smile politely, wanting nothing more than to remove yourself from the awkward situation, even more so as Sid reveals the boy's name.

"This is my wife Laura, and her son Johnny,"

You reluctantly glance up, meeting Johnny's gaze. He smiles almost hesitantly, like he isn't sure what else to do besides hold your attention. You think back to the girls in the bathroom, blurting, "so you must be Johnny."

His eyebrows raise in surprise. "You've heard of me?"

"Only in passing." You smirk, already sniffing out his inflated ego.

He nods slightly, a little confused though interested in seeing where this could go. "Yeah? Where?"

The adults take a seat, claiming dinner is soon to be served and your father has much to discuss with Sid, Johnny situating himself beside you. "The bathroom, this group of girls couldn't stop fawning over your, what'd she say? Dashing features."

Johnny perks up at the comment, his neck heating up. "And who is this girl? I must meet her."

"Oh, that one over there with the blonde hair." You lean close, pointing to the girl over his shoulder.

"Ali?!" He says her name a little loud next to your ear, causing you to wince.

You tilt your head, smirking at his excited expression. She must mean something to him, otherwise, he would've kept cool and brushed it off, going off his personality trait you can already pick out.

"She your little crush?"

For a heartbeat, Johnny forgets where he is, his features darkening at the possibility of you making fun of him, until he notices the amusing spark in your eye and the sly smile threatening to spill. So you're a cheeky little thing.

"She's a girl I go to school with, a pain in my ass."

"Mhm, sure." You lean back. From his reaction, she must be a real thorn in his side. You've never met this boy before and here you are, making easy conversation and actually enjoying it. Most of the time you roll your eyes at their incessant rambling about sports or cars or even big talk to make themselves seem cooler.

A real charm, the boys at your school are.

"I've never seen you here before," he starts, capturing your brother's attention.

"That's because she's usually out the back smoking billy's."

"Hey!" You scold, your mother jumping in her seat at his language. She uses his full name, alerting him that he's in serious shit for using that mouth in this building, around these successful people.

Beside you, Johnny uses his hand to cover his laugh, choking in an attempt to keep it down. You scoff are your brother, glaring daggers at him.

You can forget our deal.

What?! I was only half-joking!

Forgotten.

"Baby!" He whispers harshly once you break contact, knowing you'll stick to your word. "Come on, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

You cock a brow, daring him to say more. Johnny watches from the side, unaware of the stakes yet curious to know the hidden meaning behind your silent conversation.

The appearance of waiters placing food down cuts the large room in half, voices dimming down as people eat and quietly converse between bites. You slowly eat, not feeling hungry yet knowing you should have a full stomach. Your father has a sudden interest in the boy beside you, asking him questions about school and his future plans.

Sid laughs, causing Laura to frown and encourage Johnny to continue anyway. He slips one hand down to his lap, blinking drastically and pausing for a moment before starting. You notice his hand clench, his knuckles turning white at the comments his stepfather makes. If you didn't know any better, you'd say Johnny is two seconds away from throwing that fist.

Something compels you, your hand reaching over to cover his. He feels warm, a tad on the hot side and a little clammy in comparison to your cool touch. You don't stop your eating, acting normal despite him going silent and allowing the adults to take over. You peak out the corner of your eye, taking in his red ears and tight jaw, glaring holes into his plate and his chest rising.

Hot temper.

The colour begins to fade, his breath evening out and his hand slowly relaxing under your own, making you turn your head slightly. You can't help but piece together that Sid must treat Johnny like some sort of financial aid, a kid he never wanted but let's stick around because of his mother. You could only imagine the emotions brewing inside the boy, the hatred and humiliation.

He meets your eye, gratitude spiralling within his own.

You eventually remove your hand as the dinner progresses, you and your brother chatting about some of the people you know when you catch a glimpse of your friends going up to dance. Deborah meets your gaze across the floor, a subtle flick of her head to signal you get up there. No doubt to plan the rest of the evening.

You lick your lips, sending a small nod of confirmation to her. You know your father will be suspicious if you just waltz up to them or try to meet somewhere away from the public eye, leaving you with the only option of dancing, and 'coincidently coming into contact with her and your other friends.'

Sparing another glance at Johnny, you tilt your head at his quietness, that arrogant, cocky boy from earlier, nowhere to be seen. "Let's go dance," you say lowly.

"You want to dance?" He turns, confusion swirling within his azure eyes.

You nod. "We can leave these old crones to their chatter, whilst we go have fun."

Johnny flickers over to his mother and Sid as though weighing his options and coming to a decision. He stands, the movement catching the attention of the adults. "We're going to dance." You tell them, quickly grabbing Johnny's hand and leading him near Deborah and some lad on the dance floor before your father can object.

One of his hands comes to rest on your back, the other holding your own with a delicacy you would only imagine as hesitancy. You rest on his shoulder, taking the time to fall into the rhythm of the song and relax. Johnny takes the lead, his jaw tense and his figure a little uptight as he burns a hole through your eyes.

He seems a little out of his element, despite his impeccable footwork and efficient movements, revealing his athletic side of him. If only you knew it was because of his years of extensive training in Karate.

"Baby!" You turn your head, smiling at Deborah.

"Steve didn't get caught did he?" You ask, mildly aware of the fact that you are still moving.

She shakes her head, grinning like a madwoman. "We're thinking of meeting up at Brett's? His little boy toy can take us up to Mayfield's."

Brett constantly denies the fact that he has a boyfriend, calling him a thing, nothing serious, even though he looks at the man so much adoration. His boy toy has a license, and generally hauls your asses around the Valley. You all brush Brett's antics off, knowing deep down he still struggles with his sexuality because of his parents.

"Sounds like a plan. Say, 10:30?"

You and Deborah lock in the time, Deborah leaving to alert Miranda and Steve of the plans when you shift your focus back to the boy in front of you, tilting your head at his serious gaze.

"So that's why I'm here,"

"Hmm?" You step forward, your chests brushing and the air heating up alongside the beat of the music.

"Just a front for your daddy."

You shrug, ignoring the feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach. You've only met the guy a little over two hours ago and your body is already responsive to his close presence. You blame it on his charming looks. "That, and it looked like you could do with some space." You lower your voice, not wanting to impose on his situation yet uncovering the fact that you could read the room.

He swallows, avoiding your eye as you both continue to move, his fingers flexing along your back. Goosebumps erupt along your flesh, your blood pumping under his warm touch. "Sid, he uh," he starts, his brows furrowing in concentration.

"You don't have to explain it to me."

Johnny's azure pools dart up, surprise etched across his features. He's so used to people prying, that he almost forgot what it's like to have someone not care about his private life, to not making him lie and protect his stepfather's reputation.

You smile sweetly, readjusting your grip on his shoulder as a sudden flash of confidence bursts throughout Johnny, his steps becoming more strong and his form straightening. You'd never picture this boy to be a fantastic dancer, leading throughout the song without a fault.

Suddenly, the tempo changes and a new song begins. Your eyes widen in recognition, excitement coursing throughout your body as you sway your body to the beat. "The warden threw a party in the county jail. The prison band was there, and they began to wail." You belt out the lyrics, forgetting your stunned dance partner and turning to face your brother who leapt out of his seat the moment the song started.

"This is our song Baby!" He yells excitedly, grabbing your hands and sending you both into your practiced positions. You and your brother adore Elvis Presley, creating dances to the majority of his songs and memorizing the lyrics.

Your body flows with the beat, most of the people on the floor making room for you both as you become the centre of the attention. You move away from your brother temporarily, pointing your finger at yourself then at him, following the words. "Number forty-seven said to number three, you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see,"

He laughs at your enthusiasm, finishing the verse, "I sure would be delighted with your company. Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me!"

Johnny stands alongside your parents, chuckling at you with surprise. The last thing he expected tonight is to see someone so joyous in a song, allowing the energy to enter your body and take control.

"Go Baby!" Miranda cheers you on during the instrumental solo.

Your body warms from the excessive movements, blood pumping and your cheeks heating up. Glancing up, you spot Johnny fairly easily, observing you from the outskirts. "Come on," you mouth, jutting your head back in an attempt to coax him onto the dance floor with you.

He shakes his head, putting his hands up and slightly backing away. Put him on a mat against anyone in a tournament with hundreds of people watching, but out there on a dance floor? Fuck that. You roll your eyes, a laugh escaping you as your father not so subtly nudges the boy forward, right into your reach.

You grasp onto his hands before he can retreat, pulling him further out. "That's not very nice," he grumbles.

"I'm actually helping you out here, but if you don't want it,"

He frowns, loosely following you. "Helping me how?"

"Little miss pain in my ass, hasn't been able to keep her eyes off you since we came up here." You tell him, having noticed Ali the moment you and Johnny stood and left the table. "Don't look!" You quickly stop him from turning to see for himself, bringing his attention back to you. "You don't want her to know we're gossiping about her."

"And you’re helping me because...?"

You shake your head lightly, rolling your eyes again at his antics. "Ali's playing hard to get, which is fine and all, but she needs to be reminded that after a while it can get tiring, and there are other options out there." Understanding flashes across his features, his eyes sparkling. "Trust me, after tonight, she'll adjust her attitude toward you and you'll be taking her on a date in no time."

"So, you’re making me look like a player?" He muses. In all honesty, the boy had forgotten about the blonde-haired girl from school, enjoying his time with you.

You deadpan, barely registering how close you've become, his breath fanning your own and your hands still clasped with your fingers laced. It's hard to believe you've only met the boy this evening, having felt like it's been at least five years.

A bright smile spreads across his face, his azure iris' lighting up. Jailhouse Rock finishes and another starts, the both of you getting lost amongst yourselves, enjoying the music and floating around the other.

"Baby, we're going home." Your father calls out.

Immediately you both stop, a twinge of disappointment churning in your stomach. For the first time in a long time, you've really enjoyed yourself with this stranger. You don't really want to leave, knowing he won't ask for your number and deep down you want him to, meaning this will probably be the last time you see him.

Running a hand over your head to compose yourself, "goodnight Johnny, it was fun dancing with you." Johnny licks his lips, his neck warm and his heart pounding in nervousness? "Yeah, you too." He breathes, his chest rising heavily. His azure eyes flicker with emotion, his thoughts spiralling and the only thing he can say is, "goodnight, Baby."

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #william zabka #the karate kid

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blinkasaurus · 1 year

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Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Other

Fandom: Python (2000)

Relationships: Greg Larson/Reader, Greg Larson/Original Character

Characters: Greg Larson, Reader/Original Character - Character, Kristin (Python), John Cooper, Griffin Wade, Lewis Ross

Additional Tags: Light Angst, Making Out, Car Sex, Fingerfucking, Blow Jobs, Riding, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Pre-Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-neutral Reader, AFAB reader - Freeform, POV First Person, Mentions of Pregnancy, referencing this movie’s inability to spell Greg’s last name, as an excuse to roast Lewis posthumously, Zabka Cinematic Universe

This is a very important self-promo. I think this fic is one of the best things I’ve ever written, and I’ve never promoted it on tumblr (or at all for the first year it existed). If you read and enjoy m/f romance, you’d probably enjoy this.

Set during and after the final scene from Python, this fic explores what might happen if Greg Larson ran into an old acquaintance the night before he left Ruby to start agent training, and the nicer, more snake-free life he might have gotten to have.

Things this fic provides: stargazing, making out on the hood of a police cruiser with an ex-cop who has extremely nice eyes, jumping in the back seat to finish the job, and a flash-forward look at what the future holds. Also just look at Greg’s eyes. Look at those eyes, and tell me you don’t want to read this story immediately. (Or don’t tell me, because if that’s true for you, I’m not gonna hold it against you, I just absolutely cannot relate.)

Please read Hero. It’s actually good!!

(Thanks @art-by-jas for the caps that made this moodboard possible!)

#my fic #18+ fic #william zabka #billy zabka #william billiam zabka #greg larson #python #python fic #and one of my favorite fics ever #reader insert #well technically #or maybe just a greg x oc #however you wanna read it is good with me #or don’t read it ofc but he is very pretty there is that #this is the only fic I’ve posted to ao3 that made me cry while writing it #i can admit that #i just really like the ending okay

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iovesia · 1 year

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Doing johnny's halloween makeup hcs? 🥺

☆ — DOING JOHNNY'S HALLOWEEN MAKEUP.

hi anon, i'm so dumb i completely missed the 'hcs' part, but i hope you enjoy this little drabble instead ♡☹️

"stop smiling, you're gonna make me mess up," you sigh, as you continued padding your makeup sponge against johnny's face.

"yeah, i'm really going to mess you up on painting my face one color," he replies, stifling a chuckle.

"well, if it's so easy then, how come you didn't do it yourself?" you ask distracted, one hand gently dabbing some more paint with the other hand pushing his blonde hair out the way.

"for starters, i didn't have of this—" he tilts his head, gesturing to your messy stack of makeup products.

"tsk, don't move!" you pressed your lips in a straight line. making johnny lawrence sit still for all of five minutes was turning out to be harder than expected.

"sorry," he whispers. a silence was casted upon the two of you, and you were too focused on which shade of black to use to feel johnny's piercing stare. finally, you decided on a shade and begin tracing a skeleton smile on his face using the pencil liner. your finger brushes against his nose, resulting in another snicker falling from his lips.

"johnny!" your hand slipped, creating a jagged line. you roll your eyes as your boyfriend could hardly contain his giggles.

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence imagine #the karate kid x reader #the karate kid imagine #william zabka x reader #william zabka imagine #*⠀johnny lawrence.

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art-by-jas · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Python (2000) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Greg Larson/Reader Characters: Greg Larson, Deputy Lewis Ross, Sheriff Griffin Wade, Reader Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Car Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Doggy Style, slight praise kink Summary:

On his break from work, Greg and Reader mess around a little in the back of the cruiser.

#Greg Larson/Reader #Greg Larson x Reader #Reader Insert #Python #Python 2000 #William Zabka #Billy Zabka

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lydiaisntfunny · 3 years

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first: part 2

johnny lawrence x reader

warnings: smut... so get excited

and also johnny lawrence being the hottest man alive...enjoy

also, i originally wrote this for my friend and i that’s why there’s no use of “Y/N” but you are the girl in the story; because we all want to be, period.

word count: 5393

its been about 15 minutes. johnny laid anxiously in his bed, his head quickly turning to his window every time he heard a noise from outside, expecting to see his girlfriend crawling through with the same exhausted expression she always had whenever she'd come through his window, talking about how climbing up was so much work, making him laugh every time; only for it to be nothing but the wind from outside.

he was feeling nervous. not that it was a new occurrence, she always had a way of making the boy feel weak whenever she was around him, but this wasn't like that. he was scared that something was wrong. it wasn't like her to spontaneously ask to sneak over, especially so late at night with the risk of her getting in trouble. not to mention the way she sounded over the phone. she said she was fine, but the way her voice was shaking and the way it seemed like she could barely get her words out made him think otherwise.

his mind began to go over possible logical reasons on why she needed to come over, one of them being the fact that maybe she just missed him, that made him smile. unfortunately, that thought quickly became replaced with more negative ones. what if something bad happened to her? he wasn't smiling anymore.

they both knew that if anyone ever did anything to her that he would take care of it, whether she wanted him to or not.

as much as he didn't like to admit it, johnny was insecure. he couldn't help it. from the constant abuse he'd get from his step father, and even kreese during training, he couldn't help but think that the things they constantly said to him were true. it was a normal and natural psychological response: if you constantly heard the same thing over and over again you'd start to believe it. that's why it was inevitable for johnny to believe that he was, in fact, a disappointment; considering how much it was told to him. he genuinely believed there was something wrong with him. that's why it was so easy for him to get jealous.

he didn't want to be like that, but he was.

he didn't deserve her, he knew he didn't. she was too good for him, too perfect. he'd constantly find himself in disbelief over the fact that she would ever want to be with someone like him; that's why he was so scared of losing her. he knew she wouldn't leave him, but whenever another guy would look at her in the same way he did, or say something a little too flirty, or touch her in a way that was a little too friendly, that sinking yet burning feeling would always come back, and so would that voice in his head that told him otherwise.

he always tried to keep it in, but it was too obvious. was it maybe due to the fact that whenever something like that happened he would always act in a way that scared the absolute shit out of the guy that was trying to make a move on her? most likely. but even if he didn't say anything, or he somehow controlled the urge to not "accidentally" aggressively shove his way into the asshole that was talking to his girl; she always noticed, reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about. and even though he believed her, cause he knew that she loved him just as much as he loved her, he was still always a bit nervous. the same nervousness he was feeling now.

he was so caught up in his own self loathing thoughts that at first he didn't even notice the sound of his window opening. it was when he subconsciously looked over towards the other side of his room that he noticed the girl that he was just thinking about, the one he was always thinking about, climbing into his room.

he watched as she brushed some of her hair out of her face, her face flushed from the "extreme physical activity", as she called it, which made johnny laugh a bit to himself. she heard him, which made her turn her head and lock eyes with him. there he was, sitting on his bed facing her, an amused smile on his face that gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.

"hey"

it was so soft she almost didn't hear it.

"hey" she responded before turning to shut the window.

she almost jumped when she turned back to see him already standing in front of her. he was close, but not close enough.

even in the dim lighting of his room, the only light being from the moonlight cascading through the now closed window and the lamp that was placed on his nightstand, right next to a picture of her he took on one of their many dates— the thought of it always made her heart feel warm; she could still see how defined his arms were through the somewhat tight black shirt he was wearing.

she swallowed, her eyes wandering up and down his tall figure. it was no surprise that johnny was extremely attractive, too attractive that sometimes she'd forget that she was dating him and she'd start to feel overwhelmed whenever he was near her. but something about the way he looked right now made her usual want for him even stronger.

she looked back up to his eyes, he was already staring at her.

"you okay?" he asked, but she didn't respond. instead she just stared at him with a look in her eyes that he couldn't quite figure out.

he was really worried now. she was acting different, really different. she didn't respond to him, in fact she didn't say anything, not even her usual joke about climbing on the roof and into his window. she just stared at him. she looked like she was trying to say something but something was stopping her; and he didn't know what it was.

but even now, in this unusual circumstance, he still found her extraordinarily beautiful. maybe it was the way the moon from outside was shining on her in a way that made her skin look as if she was glowing, or the way that same light was reflecting in her eyes, the ones he always found himself getting lost in; making their dark color look a little bit lighter. or maybe it was the way the clothes she was wearing perfectly suited her. they were just pjs, just some random long sleeve dark blue sweater and gray shorts that he couldn't help but notice were a little tight. or maybe it was even the way her hair fell, framing her face perfectly. maybe it was all of it, he didn't know, but he knew that she was ethereal.

they made eye contact once more. the tension was so heavy she felt like she could drown in it. she started thinking about the thoughts she was having earlier, the thoughts about him. that same warm radiating feeling was coming back, even stronger now since he was standing right there in front of her in real life, not just in her mind. she couldn't take it anymore.

he opened his mouth to say something once more, but all he could get out was her name before he was interrupted by the sudden feeling of her lips crashing into his.

she kissed him with such urgency and passion, letting all her pent up feelings for him out in the form of this action; the one of many actions she's been longing for all night.

it shocked him at first, so much to the point he slightly stumbled back a bit. he wasn't used to this type of energy coming from her, not that they've never kissed this intensely before, but this was a different kind of intensity— and he liked it, a lot.

she sighed at the feeling of his large and calloused hands, that were still somewhat soft, making their way on either sides of her face. she felt as one of them made their way onto the back of her head, running his hand through her hair, causing a pleasing feeling to run through out her.

she started moving forward, causing him to move the opposite way, making their way over to his bed. he slowly sat down, moving at the same pace across the rest of his bed until his back was up against the head board. she followed his movements, slowly but surely crawling her way towards him, both of them never taking their lips off of each other.

she felt johnny sigh at the feeling of her lowering herself onto his lap, her legs straddling either side of him. they continued to kiss as she slowly moved her hands down from his face and stretched her arms on top of his shoulders, wrapping her hands around his neck and slowly moving one up to the back of his head, tugging at his soft blonde hair that she loved so much.

she felt his mouth open a bit, taking advantage of the opportunity to slowly slide her tongue in; in which he quickly copied her action.

the fiery butterfly-like sensation that was spreading throughout her, intensified at the feeling of the area where she was seated on slowly becoming the opposite of the soft-like feeling of his pajama pants that were covering him.

she slowly shifted herself, smiling a bit at the soft sound escaping him. he then moved his hands from her hair onto both sides of her hips, bringing her closer to him. she deepened the kiss even more at the feeling of his hands traveling up underneath the back of her shirt, slowly running his fingers soothingly along her back; sending chills up her spine.

johnny let out a long breath at the feeling of her mouth leaving his and slowly making its way down his jaw and to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses until finally settling on the sensitive area of his skin. he rolled his head back a little, gently hitting the head board, allowing her to have more access to him. he adored the feeling, letting his hands grip onto her waist a little bit harder, moving her more onto his lap, easing a little bit of the ever growing tension building up in his pants. another soft noise escaping his lips.

the sound excited her even more, making her remember her thoughts from earlier. she wanted to hear more. she wanted to feel more. she needed him. she started kissing back up his neck, finally returning to his lips where she passionately kissed him once more before pulling away.

she studied his face. his face was flushed and his hair was a bit messy. it was hot. she reached her hand up to smooth out his hair just before he took it into his own, placing a soft gentle kiss in her palm, causing her heart to feel as if it was melting. he just looked at her and smiled softly.

"is this what you came over here for" he asked with amusement.

she just laughed.

"i guess you can say that."

she watched as his smile slowly turned into a smirk as he pushed some of her hair away from her face, leaning closer towards her, speaking in a whisper like voice.

"i'm okay with that."

the heated feeling below was growing even more as she felt him start to leave kisses down her neck.

"johnny?" she asked

"mhm." she felt the vibration of his voice against her neck. she slowly brought her hand up to the back of his head, playing with his hair once more.

"..i think i'm ready." it was so quiet it was almost like she was telling him a secret that she didn't want anyone else to hear.

he stopped what he was doing and pulled away. he looked at her, her cheeks were red with embarrassment from what she said but her eyes were serious.

"what?"

she didn't take her eyes off him.

“i’m ready”

she didn't specify what she was ready for, but he knew. she watched as his eyes grew wide in disbelief. he sat up, causing her to slide a little bit off his lap. he grabbed her hands, moving his thumbs along her soft skin. he wasn't sure of what to do.

"are you sure? like you actually want to?"

she nodded.

"you know, if you're saying this because you think i want to, i don't-"

"you don't?"

he swallowed nervously.

"no i mean...i do.. i just want to make sure you actually want to... and that you're not just doing it for-"

"johnny...please" he was talking too much, and she couldn't wait any longer.

"...i need you"

the words echoed throughout his head. his heart felt like it was beating faster than it ever has, but yet a sudden calmness settled over him. something in him changed, and she noticed it. his blue eyes that were always so light in color looked as if they became darker. he stared at her with such intensity it overwhelmed her, and then he kissed her. he kissed her with so much force that she almost fell back on the bed just before both of his hands caught her, pulling her closer to him once more as he swung his legs over the side of his bed, beginning to stand up. once she realized what he was doing she wrapped her legs around him, which he held close to him in place as he stood up and made his way over to the door.

the hard feeling of the door hit her back as he gently pushed her up against it, trying not to make too much noise so his parents wouldn't hear. he was still kissing her, each kiss filled with more emotion than the last. he kissed her with a sort of hunger, the same hunger they both shared; a hunger for each other. it's almost if they were craving each other for so long, and they were, and now they were finally able to have each other; all of each other. she held onto his arm tight as he began to kiss down her neck once more, the same arm that was holding her up against the door, along with his body, while his other arm reached down to the door knob, using his free hand to lock the door.

once the door was locked, he tightened his grip on her once more and walked back over to the bed where he gently placed her down before lowering himself on top of her. he felt her hands start to play with the hem of his shirt, motioning it for him to take it off; he obliged. she watched as he sat up on his knees and began to pull his shirt up over his back and take it off completely. sure she's seen him shirtless plenty of times but, holy shit, was he hot. she moved her eyes all over his body, mesmerized at the way he was perfectly built. he noticed and smirked a bit.

"you know, it's rude to stare right?"

she just laughed and rolled her eyes at his arrogance. "shut up."

he just smiled at her, the lustful look in his eyes fading into a loving one as he looked at her, lowering himself on top of her again once more, placing a kiss on her forehead. she felt his hand move lower to the bottom of her sweater, lightly tugging on it the same way she did to the bottom of his shirt, which was now laying on the floor.

"did you want me to?" his voice was soft and sweet. his eyes looking back down into hers. she nodded.

he kissed her again as she sat up, both of his hands on the bottom of her shirt, slowly taking it off of her.

he threw the sweater across the room, leaving her now only in her bra; it was white with small flowers embroidered throughout. he smiled to himself a bit, it was cute. he began kissing her again, feeling her breath hitch in her throat at the feeling of his fingers lightly running up and down her bare stomach. his hand then slowly slid underneath her back, beginning to undo the clasp of her bra. she moved her body upwards a bit, giving him better access until he finally got it undone.

they continued to kiss as he slowly began to take it off, sliding one strap off at a time before completely taking it off, casting it aside along with her sweater. she felt her face become hot at the realization that she was completely topless now. she turned her head to the side a bit in embarrassment, allowing better access to her neck, which johnny took advantage of.

she felt chills run up her spine at the feeling of him kissing down her neck, her breath getting caught in her throat once more as she felt his hand slowly move up to her chest, gently massaging her breast; his thumb slowly running over every part. the feeling made her exhale, deeper than normal. she felt johnny smile a bit against her neck at her reaction, he then slowly began kissing lower and lower down her neck and eventually to her chest.

she moved her hand up to his head, tugging at his hair at the feeling of his mouth on her. he loved the way her hands felt in his hair, the way she lightly pulled on it, the action only making that aching feeling down below become worse. he pulled away, looking down at her body, taking in every detail. he began kissing her again, their lips colliding with such passion that it caused a small noise to escape out of her, fueling the fire that was building up in him. he pulled a way and looked at her.

"you're so beautiful."

it was so soft and genuine it made her want to cry. she just stared at him and smiled. she pulled him back down and began kissing him again. their kisses were becoming more intense and needy, they were becoming desperate for each other. she felt him run his hand over her body, covering every inch; she also felt his hand begin to move its way down to her shorts, slowly beginning to take them off. she was getting excited. he continued to kiss her as he began to slowly run his finger along the clothed area between her thighs, the area that was begging for his touch. she kissed him deeper, feeling his tongue slide into her mouth meeting hers.

"does this feel good?" his voice was deep and quiet.

just hearing him say those words turned her on even more, making her need him more than ever.

she nodded, which he took as a sign of consent to begin pulling down her underwear. the thought of her being completely unclothed in front of him made her cringe, but right now she could care less. she let out another noise, this time a little bit louder, at the feeling of him repeating the same action, but this time on her bare skin. he felt butterflies in his stomach at her response, loving the way he was making her feel. she decided to return the favor, wanting him to feel the same way she was as she slowly moved her hand towards the top of his pants, beginning to massage the hard feeling that was residing there. johnny let out a hard breath at the sensation. he pulled away from the kiss and locked his eyes with her. they didn't say anything, but they didn't have to, they knew what they wanted; each other.

johnny stretched out his arm to open up the drawer to the nightstand right next to his bed, moving his body up a little so he could get a better look into it. she took this opportunity to begin to pull down his pajama pants, leaving him in only his boxers; her eyes widening a bit at the sight of his erection that was clearly evident through the fabric. she quickly snapped out of her trance at the sound of him closing the drawer, the small square plastic wrapper in his hand.

she watched as he brought the wrapper up to his mouth, tearing it open with his teeth. she also watched as he moved his legs in a way to fully take the rest of his pants off and begin to pull down his boxers, revealing the part of him that was underneath. she quickly looked away at the sight; only to quickly look back a couple times. oh my god. he leaned down and started to finally kiss her again, their lips moving with such desire for each, holding himself up with one arm while he used the other one to put on the condom.

he pulled away from the kiss, looking at her. his eyes were soft and had a genuine look to them.

"are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his thumb slowly running over her cheek. she smiled a bit and nodded. he looked at her for a bit then nodded too, kissing her once more, this time slow and sweet, as he began to slowly slide in.

she felt him move into her, her face contorted, it hurt a bit; considering she's never done this before and also because of the fact, lets just say, he was above average. he moved slowly, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. she watched his face as his eyes began to close shut and his eyebrows furrowed, dropping his arm down and lowering himself more on top of her once he was fully in. he let out a breath that made that fiery feeling inside of her grow again before resting his forehead on hers.

"are you okay?" he asked, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"yeah" she began, he moved his head up, looking into her eyes, "it just hurts a bit."

he nodded. "tell me when to move okay?" he responded, wanting to make sure she was comfortable. she responded with a quick nod as well as he moved down and began kissing her again.

her skin broke out in goosebumps at the feeling of him running his hand all over her stomach and making its way back up to her chest again. she let out a quiet noise at the familiar feeling, that butterfly like sensation spreading throughout her body once more. she stopped kissing him.

"move."

he gave her another quick kiss as he slowly began to move out and slowly move back in. the painful feeling was still there but it was starting to go away. she felt him breathe out again as his eyes met hers. he gave her a somewhat longing look, as if he asked her a question and he was waiting for an answer; and she knew what it was, almost as if she could read his mind. she looked at him and nodded once more as she felt him move out again and then back in, this time at a quicker pace.

it was a good rhythm. he wasn't going fast, but he was going just fast enough where she was comfortable and that tight painful feeling was finally starting to fade away and become replaced with a more pleasant one, a feeling she's never felt before but enjoyed; it felt nice. the feeling only getting more intense at the sight of him, his mouth slightly open and his eyes shut, only opening them every once in a while to look at her. she looked so beautiful, the way her face was slightly flushed and the way her hair was spread out above her. he felt his heart beat pick up and that feeling that was starting to build up in him grow even more at the sound of the soft noises she was making. it was too much for him.

"you're so perfect."

the comment was in between breaths. she opened her eyes, looking at him again, he looked just like she imagined earlier that night, but even better. she grabbed onto his arm tightly at the feeling of him, she could feel the veins in his arm that were becoming more evident as he began to grip onto the sheet. she watched his chest move at the sound of his breaths becoming more rapid, the quiet noises coming out of him adding onto the intense feeling of pleasure moving through out her body.

she could tell the feeling was getting more intense for him too at the sudden noises that were coming from him, trying to be quiet. he moved his head down and started kissing her neck, causing her breath to get heavier. he felt her hand move up to his back and run her nails up and down his skin before going up to his head, tugging at his soft hair again. she felt his lips leave her skin for a second as he pulled his head back at the feeling. his eyes closing shut and his hair plastered to his face a bit from the sweat from all the movement. just the sight of him made that feeling grow even stronger. she closed her eyes and moved her head to the side more into the pillow, letting the feeling absorb her, her legs were starting to feel weak.

she felt johnny's hand against her face as he gently moved her head back to where it was.

"look at me" he said, her eyes immediately meeting his. "is this okay?"

she couldn't find the strength to speak, she just nodded. she watched as he smiled a bit and began to lean back down into her neck, leaving kisses up her neck and onto the side of her face after letting out in a low voice,

"you're doing so good."

her stomach erupted in butterflies at the sound of his words.

to say johnny hasn't thought about this moment many times would be a massive lie, to say he hasn't had to relieve the pent up tension he's had while thinking of this exact situation before would be an even bigger lie. you couldn't blame him though, he was a very hormonal teenage boy who also happened to have a very pretty girlfriend. and although he's thought about the feeling before, it wasn't even as close to how amazing as it was now, especially the fact that he got to experience it with the one girl he loved the most, the only person he'd ever want to experience this with, and the fact that she was also enjoying it, and that he was the one that was making her feel like this just encouraged him to reach that euphoric point even more, the point that they were both so desperately longing to get to. he began to move even faster.

he felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of his name coming out of her mouth, and the tone it was in too. he began to kiss her, their lips crashing together in a somewhat sloppy way but still filled with enough passion and love. she felt the small noise he let out against her as he pressed his forehead against hers, that powerful feeling within him becoming over whelming now; he was getting close, and she could see it in his eyes as he looked at her once more, she could also tell as his movements began to slow down. but somehow, she wasn't quite there yet. maybe it was the look in her eyes, or maybe it was just because he knew her so well, but he knew.

she tried her hardest not to let out the sound she wanted to at the feeling of him moving his hand down and begin to make small movements in that one specific area, adding onto the feeling that was spreading throughout her, getting her closer to the point that he was at. how was he so good at this?

she said his name once more at the feeling; he knew what it meant. he began to kiss her again as he started moving faster once more. their breathing getting heavier and both their hearts racing at the same time almost as if they were in sync. more soft noises were shared from both sides as she felt his hand leave her and make its way to her hand, interlocking fingers with her as the feeling was growing and growing until it finally reached it's peak. she felt him slow down as the feeling washed over him, the same feeling that came over her just a couple seconds after. another low noise came out of him as he moved slowly inside her, riding out whatever feeling was left. his mouth was slightly open as she felt his head fall into her neck. her fingers slowly fell out of where they were entangled in his hair as the feeling was slowly starting to fade out. she felt as he stopped moving as he laid on top of her, trying to catch is breath as she did the same. they laid there for a few minutes in a comfortable silence as they both tried to calm down.

after awhile she felt him finally slide out of her, squeezing his hand a bit at the feeling. he moved off of her and over to the side, pulling the blanket up over them. she felt his hand begin to move the hair that was stuck to her face as he kissed her cheek before she turned her body over to him so they were facing each other. he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. they looked at each other and started to laugh a bit. he kissed her. it was soft and sweet and filled with so much love it made her feel like she could melt. he pulled back.

"are you okay?" he asked, smiling a bit. she just returned the smile and nodded.

"yeah, I'm okay"

he felt a little embarrassed suddenly.

"was..was it good?" she laughed a bit.

"it was amazing" she said smiling, "seriously"

he laughed a bit too, feeling relieved. "that's good."

they laid there for a bit, just looking into each others eyes. both of them thinking about how perfect the other one was. he closed his eyes a bit at the sudden feeling of her bringing her hand up towards his face, running her thumb across his cheek. he smiled before turning his head and kissing her hand, his eyes never leaving hers. she felt him pull her closer, tracing soothing patterns along her back.

"stay with me?" the words making her melt once more. she completely forgot about the fact that she drove here without her parents knowing; she'd have to leave soon.

"I wish I could." she said, her voice was quiet with a hint of sadness. her eyes scanned over to the alarm clock on his night stand, it was 12:30. she'd leave at 3:00.

"I can stay for a little bit though." he smiled and nodded, moving closer and kissing her once more. he pulled away.

"I love you... so much" the words echoing through out her. she kissed him again.

"I love you too" she said "...forever." before kissing him once more, spending the rest of the night just like that, in each others arms until she had to leave.

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