Cobra Kai x Reader ONESHOTS!! [COMPLETED]

Young!Johnny x Reader SMUT

     "Fuck you Johnny Lawrence!" You screamed as he ran down the hall. He was laughing manically with his friends. It was the end of the day and he had scribbled "Airhead slut" into your locker. You slammed it shut and ran after him. You watched as he purposely slowed down to see what you wanted.
"Promise?" He made a look at you while his friends laughed and you damn near gagged.
"In your dreams, pig. Why'd you mess with my locker?" You raised your voice, starting to feel hot.
"Jesus, cool it wouldja? No need to get so heated. I'll clean it off tomorrow, princess bitch."
"Tomorrow is Saturday, dipstick."
"Okay... Then you can help me out and go through with your promise. Fair?"
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Clean it or you're in deep shit, Lawrence." You pushed past him and his little cult of Cobra Kai assholes.
"Yeah well you can eat my shorts bitch!" You heard Johnny yell after you. You didn't turn around, and it only made him angrier. Senior year, and Johnny still pulled shit like this regularly.
The weekend came and went, and all you heard of Johnny was that he broke into the public pool nearby an apartment complex. Wait, why were you so interested?
You came up to your locker and saw a clean surface. Good. You thought. The locker opened with a clean click and a note fell out.
Sorry about your locker. Guys made me do it.
PS- Tell anyone i apologized and you're dead.-Johnny.
Johnny Lawrence... Apologized? Wow, maybe he wasn't a complete psycho. You buried the note in your locker and pulled out some paper.
So did you clean it before or after you broke into the pool? -(Y/n)
You really weren't expecting an answer, only to piss him off. If there was one thing he hated the most, it was when people talked about him. You slid the note in his locker when no one was around, and walked to homeroom.
The day was going by painfully slow, and all you could stand to do was doodle on your wooden desk. Luckily it was your 5th class of the day, and lunch was next. Science was... Interesting, to say the least. You could swear on your life that your teacher did drugs. He was unorganized, loud, spontaneous- and even made you call him professor, as if it were a college level course. However, it did make it quite entertaining. Today was the day of your biggest project of the year. Everyone anticipated it. The idea of the project was to recreate a 3d topographical map of anywhere in the world, to-scale. Luckily you were allowed to use anything to make the model, as long as it were accurate.
"...Tommy, you're working with Jimmy." The teacher said, shifting your focus back on the class. You watched as Tommy and Jimmy shot each other looks from across the room.
"Sam and Laura, Bobby and Rob, And..." The teacher looked at the class, in your direction.
"(Y/n), you're with Johnny. Okay, if anyone has any questions just ask me after class. Take out your text books and turn to page 641..."
Your stomach dropped. Are you joking? Johnny looked pissed. He shot you a few glances from the other side of your row. Shit!
Class went by even slower than the rest of the day. Of course it did, you just recieved the worst news ever. After class, you immediately made your way to the teacher. Johnny wasn't far behind.
"Professor, I'm sorry to be a bother but I cannot work with Johnny. We've had major issues-"
Johnny looked at you and said nothing.
"Johnny, is this true?" The teacher glanced at him.
He hesitated before nodding.
"Ah, well. That's life, kids." He shuffled some astray papers on his desk. "You're going to have to learn to get along with each other, just like a normal job. You guys are seniors- I'm sure you can figure it out."
"But I-" You started, scrambling to convince him to pair you with someone else.
"No buts, I'll see you in class tomorrow. Bye now."
Despite not saying anything, Johnny huffed and stormed out of the classroom. You left also, making your way to the cafeteria to finish up on some homework.
     Finally, dismissal came. You went to your locker and took your bag out, another note falling at your feet.
Who told you about that? Whatever- Here's my number for the project you desperately don't want to work with me on. And quit bitching, you aren't a peach either.
     You ignored the profanities. Below was his number, and his name scribbled in his usual messy handwriting. Damn, he went as far as to give you his number? You had no idea he actually cared about getting this project done.
     You called him a few hours after getting home from school. He answered on the second ring, something you heard was "cool".
     "Hello?"
     "Hi, it's (Y/n) from science?"
     "Oh. Missed me already huh?" You could almost hear the stupid, shit-faced smirk he had on. He sounded like he just woke up... But it was 6 pm. His voice was deeper now, and raspier. It almost intimidated you.
     "We literally have a project to work on. It's due in two weeks."
     "So? We have time." He exhaled, definitely trying to wake himself up.
     The soft noise made you blush, and you suddenly got uncomfortable. Your mind trailed to other thoughts you'd rather not mention. "Okay..." You sighed. "Can we at least pick a location?"
     He paused. "What about Canada?...I've always wanted to go."
     "Alright, sure. We can work on it this weekend?"
     "Sounds good. I'm going back to sleep. You woke me up." He abruptly hung up, leaving you slamming the phone on the receiver.
Better not act like this all week, I swear to God.
    Johnny ignored you completely throughout the week. Your professor did absolutely nothing about it as you dealt with the most uncooperative shit in class. He'd constantly flirt with the other girls in class or disrupt the class with his friends. How were you going to get anything done over the weekend?
     It was Saturday afternoon. You drove to his house with a box of various crafting supplies and a notebook with a scale you had made on your own time. You couldn't believe you had to do this. His car was the only one in the driveway... You couldn't decide if that were good or bad. Reluctantly, you knocked on his door. He opened slowly, after what seemed like a few minutes.
     "Shit, that was today?" He stood before you, yawning. "Alright, fuck it. Let's get this over with. Want a beer?" He was dressed in an old white shirt and... Boxers. Had he no shame?
    "Its one in the afternoon! And can you please put some pants on? I mean, Jesus- I don't wanna do this anymore than you, but PANTS." You blushed profusely and tried not to look at him.
     "You are in serious need of a beer, princess." He closed the door behind you as you cautiously walked in.
     Without saying anything, he went to dress himself, stopping by the fridge and coming out with two beers. He handed you one.
     "So what first?" He asked, after taking a long sip. You followed him to his room and set everything up, sitting on the floor next to him.
     "Well I already made a scale, and while you were up Tommy's dick I printed out a map of Canada. So all we need to do now is assemble it. A week ahead of schedule, too."
     "So... That's it? I don't have to deal with you after this?"
     "Nope. I don't have to see your annoying ass ever again. Unless you wanna keep slipping notes in my locker." You teased, focusing on the map.
     "Fuck you, no one said you had to respond."
     You remained quiet. Fuck, ya got me there.
     You weren't really known for holding your alcohol well, and Johnny already went through two beers.
     "You sure you don't want another one?" He asked.
     "I'm gonna vomit if I do- Can you really not get through this sober?"
     "Tolerance, babe. I feel fine."
     You rolled your eyes and finished off the second half of your first beer.
     "You know," He started, inching closer. "You've got an attitude problem."
     "Only with you." You responded. You hadn't yet noticed he was shifting towards you.
     "It's kinda hot when you act like a bitch, princess..." He emphasized the stupid nickname he knew you hated.
     Your face turned a bright red. "C-Can we get back to the project? And stop calling me princess." The scent of beer was overwhelming, and all you could think of was him absolutely destroying you.
     He inched even closer, staring at your lips. "My parents won't be home... It can wait."
     "God." As much as you wanted it, you pushed his face away. "Go jack off in the shower when I leave if you need to. You just called me a bitch, and now you're trying to fuck me?" It was bad enough you two were in his room, and the tension was only getting worse.
     "I said it was hot." He said.
     "So use that as masturbation material, I dunno."
     "Oh you're a fucking tease aren't ya?"
     You were getting pissed. So you did the unthinkable.
     You kissed him.
     It was a quick peck, just to get him to shut up. But upon pulling away, you discovered were both still looking at each other's lips. Fuck. You realized you might've made this worse.
     Then, his expression went back to that mischievous face you both hated and loved. "Am I more drunk than I thought? Did the perfect princess just kiss me?"
     "I'll do it again if you shut up." You said, glancing at his lips.
     "Gee, I'm honored. I might just avoid doing this project altogeth-"
     You cut him off and kissed him again, but this time neither of you pulled away. He put his hand behind your neck and pulled you towards him, making sure to not break the kiss. You pulled away from him after a whil and tried to catch your breath.
     "I hate you." You finally said. "And all the shit you make me think about."
     "I know." He was unbothered by your comment. It didn't stop him from moving to you neck, bitting and sucking at your untouched skin. You let out the smallest of noises- it could even be categorized as a gasp- and it caught his attention.
     "What was that?" He smirked. "Hold on, I'd like to hear that again." He went back and sucked at the same spot on your neck, intensifying the purple hue. Just to make you break the silence, he snaked his hand up your thigh and squeezed.
     "Ngh- Asshole." He got a reaction out of you, and it made him want to continue. It made you want to continue.
     "Oh I'm just the worst, aren't I? And you're so fucking perfect." He kissed you again, putting his hands on your waist and pulling you on top of him.
     You were on his lap as he sat up against his desk, keeping his hands where they were. He took a bit of your hair and tugged on it, earning a small gasp.
     "There it is." You felt him whisper against your neck. "God, I've been waiting to fuck you for so long." He slid his hand up your shirt and half accidentally unclipped your bra. You helped him slide it out under your shirt, tossing it somewhere.
     "Yeah? Am I just another notch in the bed post?" You whispered in his ear.
     "No... You're different..." His eyes widened, as if he didn't mean to say that. "Fuck."
     "Oh I am, am I?" You smirked and trailed your hands down between his legs, feeling him get hard through his jeans. He rolled his head back and his breathing hitched.
    "Fuck you..." He moaned. Suddenly all these thoughts filled your head. His scent, his hair, even the posters on his wall. It was all hitting you at once, His hair was so much softer than you thought, and you eagerly ran your hands through it while he moved your hips against his erection. He smelled like smoke- but not cigarettes. It was the kind of smoke that reminded you of a bonfire. He smelled like summer, like bonfires, beer... he smelled like the beach, and it made you go wild.
     You were pressing against his jeans, panting as you watched him melt under you. You'd never seen him like this. He was always obnoxious and rude. But you had him wrapped around your finger. He put more pressure around your waist and you made a noise.
     "C'mon, Johnny. Is that all you can do?" You whispered, your mouth just barely touching his ear. You had no idea what you were saying, you hated the kid. But here you were, straddling him in his bedroom on a sunny Saturday afternoon.
     His mood changed as soon as you said that. The look in his eyes shifted to a lustful look you had never seen before. This wasn't just a fling, he wanted you bad.
     "Fuck, you're a bitch, y'know that? You do shit to me I can't understand." He pushed you off and stood up, following your gaze as you stood up with him.
     "Like what? Maybe I can help you." You got closer to him and breathed against his neck, giving him a few small hickeys. He grabbed you by the waist again and moved towards his bed, kissing you roughly while doing so. You fell backwards onto the mattress and looked up at him.
     "You talk tough... Let's see all the ways I can break you." He stared down at you, the look in his eyes more intense than before.
     "Try me."
     He got down to your level and took your shirt off, exposing your bare chest. You shivered at his desperation and he noticed, giving you quite the look. He continued his trail of hickeys to your breasts, licking at biting as he pleased. You dared not make a sound, knowing it drove him crazy to hear you restrain yourself. He kept looking up at you, waiting for you to break. The second he moved from your chest you grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him down to you, his lips barely touching yours. You had him in a trance, he was all too desperate to kiss you. But you wouldn't let him.
     "Thought you were gonna break me, Lawrence." You said softly against his lips. He huffed, face turning red. His lips latched onto yours as you felt his hand move down to your jeans. He slid his hand inside and rubbed slightly against the cloth of your panties.
     "Fuck you." You inhaled sharply into the kiss, squirming under him. He moved his thumb against your clit, going in circles. Then, he heard the noise he was waiting for. You moaned quietly, right in his ear to make him go insane. He pulled away from you.
     "Keep teasing me and you won't fucking walk out of here." He slid your jeans off, and you helped him with your panties. "I'll get a rubber." He took a condom out of the box and undid his pants, letting them drop as he slid the condom on.
     He hovered over you, his body warm. The smell of  a bonfire was intoxicating as he slammed into you. You gave him a long, quiet groan as he went torturously slow with every stroke. It sent him- and you- over the edge.
     "Do that again, princess." He growled.
     He deepened every stroke, becoming a moaning mess himself.
     "Fuck- Fuck!" You screamed, using one hand to grip his back and the other to tangle itself in his hair. He groaned slightly as you dug your nails into his skin. You melted at his touch, arching your back as your head rolled back.
     "I wanna hear you get louder." He sped up, noting that it made the look in your eyes go wild. "I want you screaming my name."
     The speed made you lose control. You were incoherently stringing profanities together and all that clearly came out was his name. Your thoughts were everywhere and the only thing you could focus on was his cock going in and out of you.
     You came without warning, your body shook to the core. But he still kept going after that, getting more and more aggressive. You came down from your high and relaxed, letting out weak and tired moans.
     "Fuck, I'm gonna-" He let out a deep growl and came, sliding out and disposing of the condom.
      You sat up and got dressed with him, staring at the mess of crafting supplies on the floor.
     "Good thing we have the rest of the week." He joked.