All this talk about Johnny taking loads of different dicks is making me think of Johnny as Goldilocks. (How fitting. Although the porn title would probably be Goldicocks. 😂)
Kreese's dick is girthy but not lengthy enough.
Silver's dick is the right length but missing girth.
okay, this isn’t really a fic (at least not what i would quantify as one of my fics) but please, take an almost-fic born of me rambling about bottom johnny ideas, this time inspired by daniel’s habit of sneaking into the cobra kai dojo, for @zappedbyzabka <3
smut!! nsft n//s//f//w 18+ etc etc. karate kid era, bottom johnny, og cobras x johnny gangbang, daniel being a voyeur, Implied lawrusso (daniel wants him, and i am telling you as the author that johnny wants him too), a casual bit of breaking and entering, etc.
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daniel must be insane. he must be, sneaking into the cobra kai dojo, but it is hours after class should have ended, and the building is dark and quiet. he isn’t entirely sure if that’s actually scarier than the idea of opening the door to see all of the cobras, but the way the closed blinds on the door rustle as he opens one of them just wide enough for him to slide in isn’t exactly relaxing. the ‘CLOSED’ sign he passes feels like a warning.
it’s strange, to see the dojo of the enemy (johnny’s dojo), particularly in this state - empty and entirely dark, clearly cleaned and tidied after the afternoon’s class. but, daniel quickly notices as he surveys the space, someone must’ve left a light on.
there’s a door all the way at the back of the space - not the office door, it must be a storage room or something - cracked very slightly open, and from it is a strip of warm light cutting through the darkness.
also from it, much softer than the light at this distance, is…noise.
for a terrifying moment, daniel thinks it might be kreese at risk of catching daniel trespassing, or johnny about to see daniel here and subsequently beat him bloody yet again, but the noises aren’t really voices - certainly not like a meeting. it sounds more like a fight, gasping and breathing and skin hitting skin, and daniel’s sneaking closer - swift and silent and cautious, just like mr. miyagi’s been teaching him - before he’s really properly thought about the potential consequences of his actions.
he’s wondering why any of the cobras would be using a back room for kumite, and then he’s worrying that it isn’t practise or sparring at all but someone else being the target of the cobras’ aggression, and then finally he’s freezing completely because he’s peeked through the crack in the door and seen something he could not have possibly prepared himself for.
it is the cobras. all of johnny’s gang, in a throng around him like they always are wherever they all go, but this…is much more direct fawning over johnny than daniel usually sees from them. mostly because they’ve got johnny lay on his back on the floor in the middle of them, his uwagi pulled completely open and his trousers discarded, and they’re wrecking him like their lives depend on it. like johnny is the centre of the universe - and, with his pale skin beautifully and thoroughly flushed all the way from the tips of his ears down his bare chest to his navel, his abdomen covered in cum that couldn’t possibly have just come from him, his pale hair mussed and sticking to his forehead with sweat, his mouth helplessly open as he makes sounds filthier and more perfect than daniel could’ve ever conceptualised in his filthiest fantasies, daniel thinks he might as well be. he certainly is to daniel, all of a sudden, and daniel’s dick throbs in agreement, stomach swooping with arousal stronger than daniel thought possible.
daniel can’t think of a single one of the cobras’ names, or at the very least can’t put them to faces when they’re all flushed and bared and moving together as they are now, but two of the boys on either side of johnny are holding one of his thighs each, spreading them wide and pushing them up towards his chest so that another boy can pound into johnny with wild, reckless abandon. he’s rough, much rougher than daniel thinks he would be, but with the punched-out whines and whimpers johnny’s making with every thrust, it seems like he’s enjoying himself. and…okay, yeah, maybe daniel can understand the appeal of roughness suddenly.
the entire scene is unfairly hot, the act is unfairly hot - particularly with the last boy, daniel’s sure that that one’s bobby, johnny’s best friend - sat with johnny’s head laying on his thigh, keeping him in place where the other boy’s - dutch’s? - rough thrusts would have johnny moving backwards with the force. aside from that, however, bobby seems to be alternating between kissing johnny’s hair and whispering to him, and feeding johnny his cock to choke on, and johnny’s taking both types of treatment in stride. daniel can’t hear what bobby says between the distance and the rest of the noise in the room (skin slapping, gasping, the rest of the boys speaking a pretty even blend of filthy words and praise to johnny) but he desperately wants to know.
beside arousal in his gut, he feels jealousy burning with that same heat. he wants to know what johnny looks like that close up like this. wants to be able to feel the warmth of his skin and the sweat beading on it, hear his whines and gasps and moans more clearly than he can from his current place peeking through a doorway. god, he wants to know what it feels like, to have johnny tilting his head to eagerly swallow his cock or moving his hips in desperate little cants to meet his thrusts like he can’t get enough of being fucked. he’d take being one of the guys holding johnny’s thighs. hell, he’d take just having the opportunity for a better view to watch from, but as it is he counts his blessings for getting to see just this much.
even if he gets caught it’ll have been worth it, especially as johnny’s noises suddenly reach a breathless crescendo and he arches taut like a bowstring, the boys all lathering him with filthy praise as he spills over his stomach, adding to the mess already there. daniel bites his lip, imagining how much of that mess is johnny’s and how many times he must’ve cum already, and though the boys show no signs of stopping with the latest orgasm - dutch hasn’t even slowed down, continuing to roll his hips until johnny’s so overstimulated he sobs and bobby reprimands dutch with a sharp ‘cut it out’ - daniel knows when risk outweighs reward.
he can’t imagine what he’d be facing if he got caught here now, and with that in mind he feels no shame in turning tail and leaving the dojo as silently as he entered, the sounds of moaning and muffled speaking fading behind him. he’s got every single moment he observed firmly in his mind, more vivid and enticing fantasies than he’d ever been able to achieve with magazines, and beyond that he’s got a goal in mind.
he wants in on whatever the cobras have got going on with johnny. he wants in on johnny, though he’s known that for a while.
he doesn’t know what his next move is (well, beyond going home and indulging in the fantasies that are swirling around in his head), but he’s sure he’s going to get what he wants. and if what johnny wants is to be held down and fucked, then…well, daniel’s sure he could do that.
