johnny lawrence one shots

Dreamy Desires

Set the Scene: Johnny Lawrence can't stop thinking about his neighbor ever since opening up Cobra Kai. But a certain dream is all it takes for him to find the balls to finally ask you out.

*warning* Some swear/mature words. Smut/teasing/longing. He's kinda deprived. But he still has it. (Cobra Kai Johnny/size difference/age difference but you are of age of course.) Not the exact storyline...but mostly all from J's pov

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Johnny never thought he would get Cobra Kai back up and running again, nor did he think he would ever want to. As much as he loved the art of karate and the feeling it gave him, he couldn't brush off his past experience with it all. Winning championships gave him such a strong feeling that he was doing something right, making people proud of him. But underneath the glory of it all, he never realized the way Kreese treated him. The pressure of being the best of the best was starting to eat him up but he never showed anyone that. Even when Johnny placed second, it almost got him killed by Kreese's hands around his neck. He had no choice but to continue to be his sensei's champion and show no mercy, even if it meant putting his feelings on hold.

This time, Johnny wanted to bring a new feeling to Cobra Kai. Of course, it was still going to be badass and a total chick magnet, but the karate it represents will leave the students with a sense of hope. He didn't want any of the kids leaving feeling the way he used to; rundown and not good enough.

The only place the dojo could go, or for what he could afford, was in a strip mall, next to a tanning salon and a convience store. He didn't even bother hiring someone to clean and service the place, since Johnny had some experience under his belt from past part-time jobs. Luckily, from what he was charging his students, he could just get by for paying the dojo rent and his apartment dues.

Knowing he didn't have all the money in the world like he used to when he was a teenager, Johnny had to settle for any cheap, four-walled place that was in his budget to live in. The apartment complex he stayed at was decent for when it was built and the neighbors were pretty quiet. But one neighbor caught his eye in particular.

When he was coming home one night, slightly drunk of course, he noticed a younger woman checking her mail. He couldn't help but notice how she was on her tippy-toes, trying to reach for the top box, skirt coming up as she did so.

Johnny had to admit he hadn't banged a woman in months, which was years for him. So seeing a young, little thing got him sober enough to walk over to her.

"Hey, I-I'm Johnny. I just moved here." He tried not to slip up his words, adjusting his legs to even out his weight.

A second later, she turned her head and studied Johnny before speaking in the friendliest tone he's heard all day. "Oh, hey! Nice to meet you." She stuck out her hand for him to take and introduced herself.

Johnny had to control himself from feeling the warmth of a female, her tiny hands engulfed in his calloused and bruised one. From there, he lifted his gaze up her body and rested on her face.

What was someone like her doing in a shithole like this?

Her smile made Johnny want to rescue puppies and give out money, which definitely meant something was wrong.

"Would you help me get my mail? I always have to wait around for someone tall enough to help me." She asked Johnny, his attention caught on the word 'tall'. He didn't know if that was a way of flirting or if he was just distracted by a feminine presence.

"Yeah, sure." Without thinking, he moved behind her to reach over her head, easily grabbing the mail from the box.

What he didn't realize was how close her back was to his chest, brushing against the curve of her ass slightly. She was so small under him, his large size not clear to him until now.