johnny lawrence one shots

Yes, Sensei

Set the Scene: Flirting with your sensei during class, who's way older than you, might get you into trouble. Too bad that's exactly what you were hoping for.

*warning* Some swear/mature words. Height difference. (Cobra Kai Johnny/age difference but you are of age of course.) Smutty, quick and to the point.

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"QUIET."

Johnny was pissed off and tired from his class not listening today. Especially you, which was surprisingly strange since you were one of his best students. But lately, you were acting like a brat who needed to be put into her place. You wouldn't stop giving him those innocent fucking eyes that drove him up the wall. When you would bend over, you would make an effort to show off your cleavage hanging out of your gi. Whenever he would approach you, attempting to help fix your stance, you would subtly bite your lip at him when no one else was looking.

You were his student, not some teenage girl fantasy he's had since forever. It's not like he's dreamt and imagined you in certain situations with him or anything.

"Striking first is about being aggressive. If you're not being aggressive, then you're being a pussy, and you don't want to be a pussy, you want to have balls. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sensei!" Everyone else but yourself replied.

Johnny took a long, deep breath when he realized you didn't respond. He shook his head slightly as he made his way over to you. Once he stood towering over your smaller figure, he looked down at you straight in the eye.

"I said, 'Is that understood?'" Far from backing down, Johnny spoke in a colder tone than before.

You glanced up and challenged his intense eye contact, and gave him the reply you both knew he wanted deep down.

"Yes, Sensei." You answered, slowly, yet clear enough for him to catch on with your suggestive tone.

He should have known you were going to make this difficult. Deciding to finish this once and for all, he walked back up to the front of the room.

"Miguel, take over for a couple of minutes. Start them on the new routine, fuck knows they need the practice."

Johnny waited until Miguel started to lead the class before he headed over to you.

"Meet me in my office, now." He whispered into your ear and left you to follow him.

You smirked to yourself in success, realizing it didn't take a lot for Johnny to roll over and take it. Once you reached his office, you sat up on his desk, crossing one leg over the other. Watching him close the door, he lingered his hand on the doorknob, clearly debating something in his head. Whatever he was thinking, he made his mind up quickly and locked the door too.

"Johnny, I'm sor-" You started but he cut you off before you could finish your fake apology.

"That's not who I am to you, and we both know it." He let go of the handle and towered over you again, leaning his hands down on either side of your legs. "Call me what you really want to call me, princess."

Nerves were driving up your spine and entering your mind quickly. It was so easy to be confident out there but now that you had him all alone, you felt more vulnerable.

After a couple of silence seconds passed, you responded. "Sensei, I'm sorry for whatever I did. I'm just bitchy today because I'm tired. It's nothing personal, I promise." To make this apology look even more believable, you gave your best doe eyed, apologetic face.