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Summary: Reader drags Daniel to a Halloween party that ends in a night to remember
Warning: Underaged drinking, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple creamp!es, threesome, pwp
Word Count: 2.6k
Not proof read
AN: Sorry this took me so long
His mouth was so foul, but his face was so damn handsome. Daniel Larusso, new kid to the Valley and the new man in your dreams. He was quiet when he first arrived, just muttering his respectful greetings and moving along, but the longer he was here the more comfortable he got. Curse words coming out his mouth like it were his first language. The first time it was funny you admit, but it came with its fair share of cockiness.
Eyes to die for, looks to kill for yet his cockiness just as bad as the brunette he fought with all the time. Johnny Lawrence, your long-term best friend who felt the need to one up Daniel any chance he got, it was his ego getting the best of him. He was used to being the star attention, but Daniel took that shine from him when he moved to town, not to mention he noticed the way you stole glances at the shorter boy from time to time.
A love triangle at its finest, Johnny having the hots for you and you admiring the brunette from afar. You all had a weird relationship to say the least. Johnny and Daniel were both good friends of yours, but they couldn't stand one another. Throwing jabs at the other any chance they got.
It was Halloween morning, the halls heavy with excitement laced chatter. The smell of layers of hair spray wafting through the crowded halls. It was comforting in a sense, not sure why though. Hugging your textbooks to your chest, you get shoulder bumped by a group of girls running for the entrance.
Shaking your head at the sight, don't they get tired of this? You thought to yourself. This was an everyday occurrence, johnny and his group of friends would walk through those heavy metal doors and there went the annoying fan girls charging to them like a pack of wolves drawn to meat.
Pushing the door to your class open, you take your seat next to Daniel whose head was rested against his arm. "Morning LaRusso." You chimed, dropping the heavy books down on to the table. He groaned as he picked his head up. "Morning y/l/n." Never a smile on that boys' face in the morning but honestly who could blame him.
Hearing the chair scrape the floor next to you, you whip your head around. Standing there with the biggest grin on his face was Johnny. "Morning doll face." Grimacing at the nickname, you shove his shoulder. "Morning." You hated the fact that he made you question everything with a few words he didn't actually mean.
You've suppressed your feelings towards Johnny long ago, no wanting to ruin the relationship the two of you built over the years. You noticed your feelings for him in the ninth grade, he had hit puberty over the summer and when you saw him for the first time, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. That's when the fan girling started and his ego began to grow.
"Your mom gave me this, you left it this morning." Daniel yawned, now more awake than before. You take the paper from his hand, relief coursing through you. "My goodness thank you, the professor would've failed me for missing another assignment." Twirling his pencil between his fingers, he shot you a half smile.
The class fell quiet once the professor began the lesson, the sound of pencils scraping against the thin paper on the student's desk filling the room. "You going to that Halloween party tonight." Johnny whisper yelled to you, toned back lent against the back of his chair, legs parted in a manspread. The way his looked paired with how his gaze fell on to yours had you gulping. "Could you shut the hell up." Daniel scolded from the other side of you, shooting Johnny a glare before turning his focus back to the professor.
Johnny rolled his eyes, arms crossing over his chest waiting for you to answer. "Yeah, Daniel is going to give me a ride." Hearing the boys' name fall from your lips made him groan in annoyance. "I can pick you up, I'm sure Danny boy wasn't even invited." He snickered, shooting daggers back at the boy. The two bickered back and forth the entire day, complaing over who's driving who and who's better than who. It was truly beginning to give you a headache.
Sat in front of your vanity, you paint red and white clown makeup on to your face adding a little glitter here and there to bring a little glam to your look. You slip into a white corseted top and pair it with a red skirt that may or may not be way to short. Stepping into some pumps, you hype yourself up in the mirror before walking over to Daniel's apartment, him ultimately wining the argument when you told the two to shut up and picking yourself.
Knocking lightly on the wooden door, you rocked on your heels waiting from him to answer. Swinging the door open yelling something back at his mother, he paused when his eyes met yours. Gaze running down your frame before meeting yours once more. "Wow you look... amazing." He rubbed the back of his neck, pulling the door closed behind him. Deciding not to dress up, he was wearing a dark blue jersey with the numbers 89 displayed on it. Even without trying, he looked so good.
"Same to you, LaRusso." You chuckled, walking side by side with him to his car. Opening the door for you, he let you slide in before closing the door and hopping in the driver's seat. This wasn't the first time the boy gave you a ride somewhere. You were constantly at his front door with pleading eyes when you needed a ride. He started keeping the keys on him every time a knock echoed through his apartment.
You could hear the music before he even turned on to the street, there were cars lined on both sides of the road, intoxicated teens scattered around the yard of the large house. Parking a little further down the road, the two of you hopped out and headed toward the house, bodies pressing together when you squeezed into the crowded house.
"So much for a small party." Daniel grunted out, pushing his way through the partying teens, letting out a sigh of relief when the two of you found a corner to breath. "I can't believe I let you talk me into coming to this circus shit." He huffed, running a hand through his brunette locs discomfort laced in his expression.
"And let you stay home with your mom watching reruns all night? No way." You practically had to get on your hands and knees to get the boy to come, he hated going to big school gatherings. He wasn't exactly liked by everyone, but a party is a party.
Your eyes fell on Johnny walking your way with two cups in hand. He was dressed in a skeleton costume, face painted to match, you couldn't help but smile a little. "I see you finally made it, late of course." He grilled, eyeing Daniel up and down before passing you one of the cups. "Beauty takes time Lawrence." You poked back at him, swirling the liquid in you cup before taking a sip. It was strong, burning your throat as it went down and leaving a heavy aftertaste on your tongue.
"And what the hell are you supposed to be Danny boy?" Johnny's voice spat, stepping closer to your side. You could see the annoyance creep up Daniels face as he inheld deeply, eyes glaring at the blonde. "Shut the hell up Lawrence." He uttered, eyes rolling as he always does when he had to interact with Johnny.
"Their taking body shots, you should let me do one off you." Johnny playfully grinned, nudging at your shoulder. The thought of his lips touching any part of your body had your face heating up. "Uh, sure why not. Come on Daniel, you're not going to stand in this corner all night long." You pulled the brunette with you as you followed behind Johnny's tall frame. Of course, Daniel complained the entire way to the group of teens sipping of each other's bodies.
"Here, step up." Johnny held you hand as he helped you up on to the cold marble table, shivering when your back came in contact with the cold surface. Loosening the strings on the side of your top, you pull it up just enough to expose your belly button. You watch as Johnny pours the liquor on to your body, grabbing a piece of lime from the bowl next to you.
"Yuck, no way you're actually going to do that." Daniel grimaced behind your head. "Watch me." Johnny bet the boy, biting down into the lemon and tossing it to the side. His eyes locked on to Daniel's as he lent down, slurping the liquid from your body. Goosebumps covered your body when his lips came in contact with the flesh of your stomach.
It fell quiet between the two, their eyes locked on each other in what seemed to be a battle of dominance. Your eyes flickered between the two before clearing your throat to grab their attention. "Not sure what the hell that was but, Danny up on the table." You giggled, hopping down from the table and pushing Daniel to climb up. "He's not the one doing it right." He eyes widened as you sprinkled salt up his happy trail.
"Don't flatter yourself LaRusso." Johnny grilled, handing you the bottle of liquor. Pouring a little on to his stomach, biting into a lime, you licked the salt trail before slurping the liquid from his stomach. Hoots and cheers boomed around the three of you. This happened a few more times until the three had way too much to drink.
The boys seemingly forgetting their little feud as they danced with you, cups in hand and bodies moving to the music. You had never seen the two of them smile so much together, it was a nice sight.
Getting pretty late, everyone started to file out of the house including the three of you. Obviously too drunk to drive, you all opted to crash at Johnny's since his place wasn't too far of a walk. Bodies bumping into one another as you walked along the small sidewalk, tripping over air every few steps and laughing over nothing was what the walked consisted of until you made it to Johnny's house.
His parents gone like usual, he swung the door open allowing the other two to stumble in before closing the door behind himself. Daniel was slouched on Johnny's couch, legs kicked up on the table. Johnny sat on the other side of the couch, head resting on the back of the sofa and you were sprawled out over both of their laps. Head resting in Daniels lap and legs in Johnny's.
The television filling the silent room with quiet murmurs and static. The tension in the room was thick, no one moved or spoke a word, just the casual rustling of fabric rubbing together and exhales. It wasn't until Johnny snaked his hand up your thigh that the silence broke, a blissful hum rumbling in your throat.
Daniel's fingers traced over your collarbone, gaze burning into yours. There was a hint of want behind his eyes, something you even in this moment never expected to see from him. Everything moved so quickly, one moment you were on the couch, the next you were sandwiched between two sweaty bodies.
Johnny laid beneath you, cvck fvcking up into your dripping cvnt. Daniel stood behind you grunting as he slowly slid in and out of your äss. The feeling was extremely overwhelming, choked moans and screams bubbling from your throat. Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to focus on either one.
"Oh, fvck you feel like heaven." Johnny groaned, his hold on your hips tightening as he snapped his hips into you faster. Daniel yanked your head back more by your hair, he was trying his best to be gentle with you, but his lust was quickly taking over, the alcohol in his system making it hard for him to think straight. Something about this felt so intimate yet wrong. You were all drunk beyond comprehension and you knew if you were all in the right mind this wouldn't fly.
Head falling into the nape of Johnny's neck when Daniel released your hair, hands pressing on to the small of your back as his thrust became animalistic, grunts becoming hoarser as he slammed into you. Johnny lifted his hips more as he matched the brunettes' pace, arms wrapped around the top half of your torso. The sound of your bodies connecting echoed through the large room, cries of pleasure following behind.
Tears began to stream down your face as your orgasm washed over you, their thrusts never faltering once as your body trembled between them. "Good girl." Daniel cooed, hand caressing the lower half of your back. Johnny's hips jerked as his cvm pooled into you, a whimper like moan falling from his lips as he finishes. "My god you're beautiful." He praised, pushing strands of hair from your face as Daniel continues his abuse to your äss, hands now gripping your waist and pulling you back into his thrusts.
His grunts becoming louder, thrusts slowing and becoming sloppy. You feel him slide almost completely out before slamming back into you with a loud moan. "Y/n, fuck." His words dragged, a cry like moan spewing from your lips as he finishes inside of you.
Your body laid limp against Johnny's sheets, make up smudged between Johnny's chest and his white sheets. Daniel pulled your body up between the two of them, pulling the blanket over your naked sweaty bodies before passing out.
"Please tell me I didn't fuck you." A voice laced with panic spoke somewhere around you. You groan pushing your face into the soft pillow beneath your head. "Drunk or not, I wouldn't screw you. Relax LaRusso." Picking up on the voiced bickering as the two dimwits you were friends with; you let out a huff before sitting up eyes falling to the naked frames of the two and freezing.
Your eyes slowly glance down to your naked body beneath the plush blanket wrapped around you. "No fucking way." You breathed out, tugging the blanket closer to your chest. "Don't peep a word about this to anyone." You demanded, slipping out the bed with the blanket still wrapped around you. "We're going to be late, and I can't miss another day." You panicked, catching the shirt Johnny threw to you and pulling it over your body.
None of you had to say anything, the way the three of you showed up at school together caused enough attention. Ignoring the death glares in the hallways was easy enough, it was when the three of you sat at lunch with Johnny's group of friend's things got out of hand. "Damn you finally had the balls to lay it down on her." One teased Johnny, earning a glare in response. "Is it true both of tapped it?" Another one poked. Your face was beet red at this point, you didn't expect it to be so obvious. Then again you came to school wearing one of Johnny's regular shirts and Daniel's jacket from the nights before. Oops..
Neglected reader who meets a group of friends who make them feel seen and accepted. This group of friends introduced yn to weed, alcohol, and a bit of vandalism. Yn and their friends created a rock band. The friends gave yn a make over, dyed hair, new outfits, piercings, makeup, and tattoos. All those things made yn more confident, yn stopped caring about making their family notice them. When the family noticed yn's new look they started to criticize it.
Yn:oh, so when you finally look my way after about 15 years, it's to criticize a look that I've had for 11 months. F u. *and just walks away*
After that, the family start to notice other stuff. They felt ashamed of themselves and become yanderes. The family decided that they don't need those so called friends. They try to make up for the time they lost.
Summary: while Johnny's girl is working on her new look he gets cought in the cross fire
Warnings: the reader gives Johnny head, not my gif/pic
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The summer night was thick with still heat, the kind that stuck to your skin and made it hard to sleep. But Johnny Lawrence wasn’t planning to sleep - not at home anyway.
He landed with a soft thud just outside her window, brushing his hands off on his jeans. The familiar creak of the old frame gave way under his grip as he hoisted it open, sliding inside with the kind of practiced ease that comes from doing it half a dozen times a week. The room was dim, moonlight filtering through the curtains, the hum of the ceiling fan a low, familiar soundtrack. Her bed was empty, the covers rumpled. For a second, he frowned - was she not home?
Then he heard it.
The unmistakable warble of Bret Michaels’ voice, soft and a little warped, playing from her boom box in the bathroom. He padded quietly across the carpet and stopped at the slightly open door, pushing it the rest of the way with a knuckle.
And there she was. Y/n LaRusso stood in front of the mirror in nothing but his Guns n Roses shirt, hips slightly swaying to the music, her back to the door. Both hands were gloved and clutching a dye brush, the other bracing herself on the edge of the counter. Her hair - usually a deep, dark brown and a chaotic mess of curls - was now sectioned off, random chunks bleached to a pale blond.
The bleached parts were being coated in bright pink dye, vibrant and unapologetic. A smudge of it was already on her cheek, like war paint. She didn’t look frazzled or emotional. She wasn’t spiraling. She looked... focused. Intent. Calm.
Johnny leaned against the doorway with a crooked smirk. “Well, damn,” he drawled. “You join Jem and the Holograms or something?”
Y/n jumped just a little, glancing at him in the mirror, then rolled her eyes with a grin. “God, Johnny! Don’t sneak up like that”
He shrugged. “Could’ve knocked. But then again, you keep the window unlocked”
“It’s not an invitation, it’s convenience” she said, turning a little to face him.
Johnny took a step into the bathroom, giving her a once-over. “You know, I thought I’d find you curled up in bed looking all sweet and sleepy. Instead, I get a hot punk-rock fairy painting her hair pink at midnight”
Y/n snorted. “Disappointed?”
“Hell no,” he said, plucking the dye bowl from the counter to inspect the vibrant contents. “Just surprised”
She went back to painting dye onto a fresh strip, catching his eyes in the mirror again. “This isn’t a cry for help or anything, by the way. I just like it. Been bored with the brown lately”
Johnny nodded. “Didn’t think it was. You’re not the ‘breakdown makeover’ type”
Y/n smirked, rolling her eyes playfully. “Thanks… I think?”
“I mean, this? It fits you,” he added, stepping closer. “Bright, wild, kinda chaotic - but in a hot way”
She rolled her eyes again, but her cheeks pinked - though it might’ve just been the bathroom lighting. Johnny leaned over her shoulder, eyes flicking to the pink-streaked sections in her hair. “You gonna do your whole head or just pieces?”
“Just pieces. I’m not trying to be cotton candy, I’m trying to be cool”
“Well, mission accomplished,” he murmured, gently brushing a curl off her shoulder. “Though if you ever go full cotton candy, I won’t complain”
She glanced at him sideways. “You offering to help?”
“You trust me with a dye brush?”
“...You’re good with your hands,” she said slyly, “but not with fine motor skills”
Johnny laughed. “Alright, fair. I’ll just supervise, then” He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, watching her with a kind of amused reverence. There was something in the way she looked tonight - messy and carefree, like she was fully herself.
“Y’know,” he said after a beat, “Daniel’s gonna have a heart attack when he sees it”
“That’s half the fun” y/n said brightly.
Johnny grinned. “God, I love you”
She paused, blinking, then looked at him through the mirror - soft surprise giving way to a slow smile. “You better. I’m gonna get pink all over your shirt tonight”
“I dare you,” he challenged. “that's my favorite shirt”
She turned fully to face him now, setting the brush down and grabbing a towel to wipe her hands. Her curls were pinned up, her neck exposed, and Johnny couldn’t resist. He stepped in, hands finding her waist, lips brushing the corner of her dyed-stained jaw.
“Pink suits you,” he whispered.
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The night went on and y/n remained at the bathroom sink, squinting into the mirror as she carefully sectioned off another piece of hair. The bleach-blonde streaks were already taking beautifully, and the bright pink dye was soaking in like it had a personal vendetta against her dark curls.
Johnny had made his spot on the bathroom counter like he had nothing better to do. The dye bowl was balanced on his thigh, twirling the paintbrush in the thick pink dye amlisley
“Johnny,” she said without turning, “I need the brush” He didn’t answer. Just twirled it again.
“Johnny” she repeated, holding out a gloved hand.
He finally looked up, smug. “You didn’t say please”
Y/n rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Please, idiot, give me the brush”
“Nah,” He shifted, holding the bowl and brush away. “I’m suddenly very attached to it”
Y/n turned, stepping closer. “You’re so annoying”
“And yet,” he said, wiggling his brows, “you keep inviting me through your window”
She lunged to grab it - he yanked it away. She tried again, this time wrapping one arm around his shoulder for leverage, but he leaned back dramatically, cackling like he was untouchable.
“Johnny!” she barked, laughing.
“Say you love me”
“I’m going to beat your ass with the blow dryer” she said back.
“wrong awnser”
She lunged, trying to grab it, but he twisted to the side, laughing as she missed. She tried again, this time climbing slightly onto the edge of the counter to reach for it. Their arms tangled, their bodies bumped - and then it happened.
splat
A chunk of dye flew from the brush as it knocked against her hand, splattering right onto Johnny’s head - dead center, soaking into the thick crown of his bright, golden blonde hair. They both froze. Johnny slowly reached up, touched his hair, and pulled his hand back to reveal a smear of highlighter-pink on his fingers.
“…No,” he said flatly.
Y/n stared, wide-eyed, lips trembling with effort to hold back a laugh.
“…y/n,” Johnny said again, eyes locked with hers. “Tell me it’s not permanent”
She winced. “It’s… it’s the good kind. You know. The kind that’s designed to survive a nuclear blast”
Johnny was already twisting around, staring at himself in the mirror. The hot pink patch stood out like a flare in a sea of golden sunshine. “Shit,” he muttered. “I look like a damn Strawberry Shortcake doll”
Y/n snorted, immediately covering her mouth. “I’m so sorry - but also, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen”
Johnny was clearly trying to keep it together, jaw clenching. “N/n. Tough guys don’t do pink. The only time pink was cool is when Elvis drove a Cadillac, and even he didn’t wear it on his head”
Y/n doubled over laughing now, grabbing the edge of the sink for support. “It’s just one streak!”
“We have the All Valley coming up!” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Kreese is gonna have a heart attack. Dutch isn't gonna shut his mouth”
She wiped a tear from her cheek, still giggling. “Oh my god, you’re gonna look like punk rock Ken!”
Johnny glared at her in the mirror. “This is a war crime”
“Hey, on the bright side?” she said, stepping behind him and inspecting the pink blob in his hair with a little too much delight. “It’s even. Kinda centered. Maybe we can blend it”
Johnny gave her the most offended look. “I am not turning this into a look”
“You already did,” y/n teased, planting a kiss right on the streak. “You’re the Cobra Kai with a cherry on top”
Johnny groaned again, trying not to let a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re a menace”
“You’re still in my bathroom, still holding my dye brush”
“…Shut up”
Y/n finished up smoothing the last bit of bright pink dye into her bleached sections, clipping the final lock of hair into place. Her hands were stained through the gloves, her skin dusted with pink specks. She turned toward Johnny, who was still sulking on the bathroom counter like a kid who got gum stuck in his hair. The rogue streak of pink on his head was loud. Centered right in the middle of this bangs. He looked like the leader of a glam band who got into a fight with a cotton candy machine.
Y/n tried to contain her grin. “Okay. Sit still. I’m gonna try to fix it”
Johnny crossed his arms. “I still say we just shave it”
She snorted. “Kreese would kill you if you showed up bald the week of All Valley,” she ran her fingers through his thick locks. “besides. I love your hair too much”
He grumbled but let her step between his legs and inspect the damage. Her fingers ran gently through his hair, tugging at the pink patch.
“If we put bleach in it,” she said thoughtfully, “it’s gonna look even stupider”
Johnny raised a brow. “Define stupider”
“It won’t match your natural color. You’ve got this golden surfer thing going on. Bleach would turn it white, and then it’d be pinky-white right on top of your skull. Like a raw chicken”
Johnny's jaw tensed. “Christ”
Y/n leaned back and crossed her arms. “Only real options are: leave it, or… dye it darker and cover the whole thing”
“Darker?” He looked genuinely horrified. “Like brown? Like LaRusso?”
She smirked. “No offense, but you wouldn’t survive a day as a brunette”
Johnny looked back at the mirror. “So what - you’re saying I’m stuck with this?”
“For a few weeks. Month, maybe. You could just rock it. Own it. Say it’s a tribute to… I don’t know. Bowie”
“I hate David Bowie” Johnny grumbles under his breath childishly.
“You look fine,” she added gently, tilting his chin up. “You’re still you. Just with a little extra flair”
He gave her a squinty glare. “You’re lucky I love you”
She grinned and kissed him quickly. “love you too, you big baby”
He sighed, brushing his fingers over the pink. “I still think it's fuckin’ ridiculous” he said, trying to get the last word - and Johnny Lawrence never lets anything go.
Y/n patted his cheek, heading for the sink. “You’ll still be the toughest guy at the tournament. Even if you're rocking pink”
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Y/n curls were dry now, soft and still smelling faintly of strawberries and dye. She was curled against Johnny’s side in bed, limbs tangled, her bare legs draped over his. The boombox was still playing the mix tape Johnny made her a few months back on low from the bathroom - Poison fading into Def Leppard - but neither of them was really listening. Johnny lay back, arms behind his head, shirtless, still mildly grumbling about ‘freakin’ pink hair’ and ‘damn Cobra Kai jokes waiting to happen’
Y/n had been quiet for a while, head on his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles just below his ribs. Then she shifted, her hand slowly. Purposefully. Sliding down to the waistband of his jeans. Johnny’s eyes flicked down to watch her slender fingers, the nails painted a deep dark red. His breath hitched as her hand slid lower, tracing along the fabric. “what're you doin'?”
Y/n didn’t answer right away - just smirked as she shifted lower down the bed, unbuttoning his faded jeans. Her head dipped, her lips brushing the waistband of his boxers. “Apologizing,” she said sweetly, eyes flicking up to meet his. “For the hair”
A low groan escaped him as her lips brushed against his skin. His hands came up to tangle in her pink curls, fingers gripping tightly. “Always apologizing with blowjobs” He lifted his hips slightly to help her pull down his jeans and boxers.
“don't ever hear you complainin'” y/n smirked already leaning down, brushing a kiss over the tip before taking him into her mouth, slow and warm.
“Fuck, babe...” Johnny hissed, head falling back onto the pillow. His hands tightened in her hair - pink curls spilling over his stomach and thighs. She always knew exactly how to make him shut up about stupid stuff. Especially when she used her mouth like this.
Her lips were soft and warm, sliding up and down his length with slow, deliberate movements. He could feel her tongue occasionally swirling around the tip, sending shivers down his spine. He tried to keep his hips still, but it was tough when she was being so damn good at this.
“Jesus” Johnny muttered softly. He started moving his hips slowly, watching as his length slid in and out between her lips. He pulled back almost completely before snapping his hips forward again, testing if she really would let him use her mouth like this. When she hummed, taking him deep again, he growled softly.
“God, fuckin' love your mouth” he said roughly, not even embarrassed to be talking dirty while she blew him. Her mouth felt too good for shame. He tightened his grip on her pink curls, guiding her movements now. He started to snap his hips forward more forcefully, using her mouth with increasing intensity. He could feel the back of her throat, the warmth and wetness surrounding him. He leaned down to watch, his eyes darkening with desire as he saw his length disappearing between her lips.
“Mmph” She moaned around him, taking him deeper. She knew this would make his thighs tighten and his abs contract. She flattened her tongue at the base when he pulled back, giving him extra sensitivity. She loved blow jobs - they were power trips. Making big tough Johnny Lawrence lose his train of thought.
Johnny’s eyes rolled back slightly as she did that, his hips bucking forward. “Fuck, fuck...” He was getting close, his body tensing up. He could feel his orgasm building in his balls, his thighs trembling slightly.
“Shit, I'm gonna…” He warned, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she opened her mouth wider and sucked harder, hitting that spot on the base with her tongue again. “Y/n!” He lost it. He came hard, filling her mouth without warning.
He panted heavily, his hands still tangled in her hair as he finished coming. She swallowed everything, her eyes watering slightly but not pulling back until she'd cleaned him up with her tongue. Johnny felt completely undone.
Y/n smirked with a satisfied little purr, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she climbed back up beside him. “…so we cool now?” she teased, lips brushing against his.
Johnny huffed a laugh, pulling her onto his chest. “You suck dick like that and ask if we're 'cool'?” He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. “Damn near killed me, woman,” He kissed her forehead. “And yes, we're 'cool'. Jeez” He laughed softly.
“Good” y/n grinned, pecking him on the lips.
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Johnny glared at his pink-stained hands under the school bathroom faucet, rubbing them together like the damn dye would magically vanish if he just scrubbed hard enough. His palms had this faint blush - a light, incriminating tint - courtesy of the night before and one very enthusiastic girlfriend with freshly dyed hair.
He yanked a paper towel from the dispenser, muttering, “Unbelievable” as he tugged his ball cap down tighter over his forehead. That patch of pink still lived near the crown of his head, stubborn as hell.
By the time he got to the lunch tables outside, the rest of the Cobra Kais were already there. Y/n was posted up at her usual spot, feet on the bench, tray untouched, pink curls bouncing around her face like she didn’t just commit assault with a toxic bottle of Manic Panic the night before. She was wearing Johnny’s Cobra Kai jacket - her favorite move.
Tommy blinked, then leaned forward. “Dude… your girl looks badass”
Bobby nodded, his fingers grazing the tips of her curls. “Kinda into the pink, not gonna lie”
Dutch just grinned, biting into an apple. “She should dye yours to match.”
Johnny flipped him off with a stained hand.
Y/n smirked. “Too late.”
Dutch spit some coke out, laughing. “No way. You serious?”
Tommy leaned over and yanked Johnny’s hat up - just enough to reveal the pink smear in his golden hair. “Holy shit, you look like Ken got mugged at a punk show”
Johnny yanked his hat back down. “Laugh it up, assholes”
They did... Of course they did.
Across the quad, Daniel LaRusso sat under a tree with Ali Mills. He’d been trying - and failing not to glance at his sister all day. She was laughing with Johnny and the rest of the Cobra Kai morons like she ruled the place.
Ali folded her arms. “I can’t believe you let her do that to her hair”
Daniel blinked. “What? It’s just pink”
“She looks like a delinquent” Ali corrected.
Daniel shrugged. “I think it’s kinda cool”
Ali gave him a side-eye. “You would”
“I’m just sayin’ - it’s different. She’s always been different” Daniel said gently.
Ali huffed. “She’s always been something”
Daniel didn’t say it out loud, but part of him kind of liked it. Y/n didn’t care what people thought. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She was just being… her. Pink-haired, Cobra Kai-loving, rule-breaking her. And she got Johnny Lawrence to behave in public. That was kind of a win.
