Karate Kid/Cobra Kai one shots/drabbles

kk Johnny/Daniel--please*

Went from corny on main to horny on main. That's right, we're in the smut-zone now

Minors, respectively gtfo. I appreciate you guys reading my sfw stuff, but the idea of you reading this written porn makes me incredibly uncomfortable, so please. don't.

(for future refrence, any title with the (*) on the end is smut)

This takes place in my summer camp au I've been working on behind the scenes, so it's got a mention of Bobby/Jessica/Ali just for fun

Warnings: for all legal intents and purposes, Johnny's still 17 in this (it's the summer before his 18th birthday, the summer of '85) so it's underage for him (I know I just told the minors to get out and now I feel hypocritical--oh well, y'all know what I mean), anal sex, shower sex, blowjob mention, choking kink...I believe that is all...enjoy this,, whatever I am offering you

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"I'm gonna give it to you good, Larusso," Johnny whispers against Daniel's neck, chest against Daniel's back, pinning him to the wall of the showers as water cascaded down his back.

The perk of being in the boys' counselors cabin was that the only people to use this particular shower was Johnny, Daniel, Tommy, and Bobby. Tommy was out at the campfire—he got way too into the songs for way too long. Bobby was with his girlfriends, Jessica and Ali, and Johnny figured two girlfriends would have him distracted twice as long.

"'M gonna make you beg for what you want," Johnny continues, pulling Daniel's head back by his hair to nip at his neck, relishing the whines that came from his lips.

Even so, the bastard was stubborn. "I'm n-not gonna beg for you, Johnny," Daniel retorts, as if disgusted, but Johnny knows it's all a part of the game. Just yesterday, Daniel had sucked him off when they were alone in the cabin; Johnny knows this act will always play out in his favor.

"Oh, really?" Johnny purrs, a hand coming around to wrap around Daniel's neck. He couldn't help but smirk against Daniel's shoulder as he keened; choking him, especially with hands like Johnny's--big and strong, but with a touch of gentle control--typically made Larusso melt.

This evening, however, Daniel must have been feeling petty. He turned around, taking Johnny's hand from around his neck. He locked his eyes on Johnny, his eyes in no way innocent but in every way begging as he took Johnny's index finger into his mouth, sucking gently.

And of course, Johnny didn't have sensitive fingers or anything; what Daniel was doing shouldn't have had such a strong effect on him. But Daniel's lips were soft, his eyes compliant, the feel of his tongue making Johnny's head spin.

"Fuck," Johnny whispered, pulling his finger away in favor of kissing Daniel roughly, running his hands through Daniel's wet hair. He pulled away reluctantly, his cock sending a firm reminder of hey, buddy, get with the program, I'm dying over here.

"If you're not gonna suck me off again, don't be such a fucking cocktease," Johnny growls, thinking it perhaps a bit harsh. He was always rough with Daniel ("We're getting off," he'd said after their first time, Daniel looking around desperately to see if anyone saw them giving each other handjobs in the woods. "It's not like we're making love."), but he didn't want to be intentionally mean. They were doing each other a favor, after all.

"If I didn't ever do it again, would you be the one begging for me?" Daniel retaliates. He slides a hand up and around Johnny's neck, squeezing experimentally at his throat to limit his air flow for a split second. He's looking at him curiously, and Johnny can see why Daniel likes this so much; he thinks he sees stars for a second.

But then Johnny pulls Daniel's hand away, choosing instead to pin his wrist to the shower wall, his other hand gripping Daniel's hip. "We don't have all day, princess. Now be good and beg for what you want, and maybe I'll give it to you..."