PROMPT POST 1
Nov. 21st, 2020 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cobrakaikinkPlease be aware of the Rules and Guidelines. Thank you!
Prompting: [CK or KK: pairing/gen/etc, kink]
Specifics can be put in the actual prompt.
For example:
CK: Carmen/Amanda, fluff
Post-divorce Amanda finds herself in a sports bar hit on by some aholes, but the cute waitress gets rid of them for her. Bonus for bathroom cunnilingus.
Report Your Fills:That post is for users to track to make it easier to find new fills without having to track the actual prompt post.
KK/CK: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-11-22 10:32 am (UTC)FILL: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-11-28 11:16 pm (UTC)He unbuttoned his jeans and undid the fly, reaching into his boxers to pull his dick carefully past the teeth of his zipper. He was still soft and wasn’t really in the mood, but he’d get himself there.
He ran his hand down his length and gave himself a light squeeze and his dick started to half heartedly harden, like it was annoyed to be bothered.
There weren’t any magazines or anything nearby and his phone and laptop were in another room, so he’d have to rely on his hand and his imagination. He closed his eyes and thought about disembodied breasts, long hair tickling his chest, long legs wrapping around his waist, a mouth pressed against his neck, against his belly, against his cock. His dick twitched a little more fully into life, but his hand still felt too dry against himself and the chafing was beating out the pleasure of touching himself.
He licked his palm and took himself back in hand. That was a little better, but it would dry out soon. He needed to buy some lube. Lotion. Anything. Daniel LaRusso probably had lotion coming out his asshole with his stupid thirty five year old complection. His dick jumped in his hand and he looked down at it accusingly. No. He wasn’t doing that tonight.
Very deliberately, he brought to mind Carmen. Her curly hair, her nipped waist beneath his hands as she taught him to dance, her face twisted in anger telling him to never come near her or her family ever again. His erection flagged and he groaned in frustration.
He thought about Ali. About their first kiss, about pushing inside her the first time, both of their first times. Unbidden, the sense memory of Daniel LaRusso’s fist popping him in the nose on the beach flashed into his head and he felt a warm twist in his belly.
Fuck. Fine.
He licked his hand again and thought about LaRusso’s stupid floppy hair. How it would feel bunched in his hands—probably crispy with product these days, the fucking jackoff. He thought about his eyes flashing with anger, about him walking up into his space and taunting him, about fighting him. What it would feel like to pin him to the mat. Fuck, okay, he was in it now he might as well commit: what it would feel like to be pinned to the mat by him. He wasn’t heavy and Johnny was strong enough to push him off, but he wouldn’t want to. He’d let him do anything he wanted to him.
Johnny’s dick spurted over his hand and he groaned, stroking himself through it. He’d come on his shirt. Fuck.
He wasn’t sure if he should be disappointed or grateful that he hadn’t gotten the chance to imagine anything more graphic.
He looked across his dark apartment and was struck that he, once again, had nothing to do to see him through to the long stretch til morning.
“Fuck.”
---
Hope the Daniel/Johnny content and the general depressing vibe are okay, OP!
Re: FILL: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-12-01 04:24 am (UTC)Re: KK/CK: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-12-09 09:46 pm (UTC)I know this one has already been filled, but I couldn’t resist doing a version with younger Johnny. Hope this is OK OP!
Set mid-way through TKK, on the afternoon of the day that Daniel teases Johnny and the Cobra Kai’s at school after the truce.
Johnny drove fast, the wind whipping through his hair. Tommy and Dutch shouted words of encouragement from the back seat, urging him to speed up even more, and Johnny found himself pressing his foot down harder on the gas pedal.
Bobby leaned in, frowning at his friend.
“Hey Johnny”, he said, soft enough that the others couldn’t hear. “Think you need to slow down a bit, yeah? None of us will be able to fight in the tournament if you crash and we all break our necks.”
The tournament. Johnny’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel as an image of Daniel LaRusso appeared unbidden in his mind’s eye, all long legs and big eyes and fluffy hair, strutting around the school yard as if he owned the place. Johnny swallowed thickly, his throat feeling suddenly tight as a blush rose up his neck and painted his cheeks a deep pink. He ignored Bobby and sped up even more, Dutch screaming his approval.
**********************************************************************************
Johnny slowed down after a while, before dropping his friends off at their houses one by one. Bobby was last and the brunette lingered in the car, looking at Johnny with concern etched across his features.
“You OK, Johnny?”
Johnny nodded tersely, not meeting his friend’s eye. “I’m fine”, he muttered.
Bobby glanced around quickly as if to check there was no one else in sight before he shifted a little closer to Johnny and started to rub Johnny’s wrist with his thumb.
“You sure? You don’t seem OK.”
“I’m fine”, Johnny repeated a little louder, although he let Bobby continue his ministrations.
“You worried about the tournament?” Bobby asked.
A picture of Daniel flashed in front of Johnny’s eyes again. Legs, eyes, hair. Johnny cleared his throat.
“What would I be worried about? You think that punk LaRusso has any chance of beating me?”
LaRusso. Beating. Legs, eyes, hair.
Bobby laughed. “No way! Although I reckon I might have a shot at defeating the reigning champion this year.”
Johnny raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? Think you can take me?”
Bobby shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve been working on my hook kick, you know.” He stopped rubbing Johnny’s wrist but didn’t pull back. “I can show you if you wanna come in? My parents are at work so we’d have the place to ourselves.”
Johnny shook his head. “I can’t today, I’ve gotta get home. But show me tomorrow at the dojo, yeah?”
This wasn’t true; Johnny didn’t have to be home until dinner, but he wasn’t in the mood for either karate or the company of others. Although what he was in the mood for he wasn’t quite sure.
LaRusso, strutting across the schoolyard. Legs, eyes, hair.
Bobby stared at him hard for a moment, and Johnny thought he was about to call him out over the lie when the brunette just nodded and started to get out of the car.
“OK”, said Bobby. He closed the car door softly (which Johnny was always grateful for; he winced every time Dutch or Tommy slammed it), and leant on it, holding Johnny’s gaze.
“Just call me if you need to though, yeah? If you want to talk about anything.”
“Yeah”, Johnny replied. “I will.”
Bobby just nodded again and let go of the car. He waved as Johnny drove away.
Alone in the car, the events of the day began to replay themselves in Johnny’s mind.
“Hey guys, good to see you, how you doing? Hey, sorry about the eye there, Johnny. Shoulder OK, Tommy? You guys be careful not to go stepping in front of any more buses now, alright?
And then that stunt with Mr Harris…
Johnny’s foot stamped down on the gas again. The sheer nerve of LaRusso. Who did he think he was?
Legs, eyes, hair.
There was a strange fluttering sensation in Johnny’s stomach, as if an army of butterflies had taken up residence there. He gritted his teeth and tried not to think about Daniel LaRusso for the rest of the drive.
**********************************************************************************
Sid was still at work by the time Johnny got home, and there was a note from his mom pinned to the refrigerator that said she was out shopping and would be back later.
Johnny grabbed a can of Coke and a Pop Tart from the kitchen and ascended the stairs to his room. He placed his snacks on the nightstand before flopping down on the bed, picking up the remote and flicking through channels on his TV. He settled on an episode of Knight Rider, and was just getting into the episode when Michael kissed his love interest of the week, a wide eyed blonde.
Johnny looked away for a second to grab his can, and when he looked back it wasn’t Michael and the blonde any more on screen, but him and LaRusso. Daniel had taken Michael’s place, looking gorgeous in a leather jacket with his hair all floofy, while Johnny was the blonde, arms wrapped around Daniel’s neck, kissing the life out of him before pulling back to gaze at him adoringly.
Johnny dropped the can in shock and it spilt all over his pants then rolled off his lap and landed on the carpet.
“Shit!” Johnny exclaimed. He picked up the can (quickly making sure the damage to the carpet was minimal; Sid would kill him if it had left even the faintest mark), before stripping off his jeans and throwing them in the laundry basket. His underwear were damp so he peeled them off as well, glancing at the TV as he did so. Michael and the nondescript blonde were back. Johnny shook his head as he crossed the room to get a clean pair of underwear from his closet.
He needed to stop thinking about LaRusso, in particular thinking about kissing LaRusso, which was absolutely not something he wanted to do. But even as he pulled on the fresh underwear his mind wandered back to what he had seem on the TV, the way his and Daniel’s lips had moved against each other, bodies pressed together, and the fluttering feeling in his stomach intensified.
“Shit!” Johnny said again, and lay back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. It didn’t mean anything, that little hallucination. He was just tired and hungry and still recovering from his injuries, that was all. Maybe that old guy, LaRusso’s sensei, had given him some kind of brain damage when he’d attacked them on Halloween. Because the alternative, that he was actually attracted to LaRusso, was not an option. Not an option at all.
Strutting around like he owned the place. Legs, eyes, hair.
LaRusso was ridiculous looking anyway. How was it even possible for someone to have eyes that big in a face that small? If it wasn’t for those freakishly long legs holding him upright surely he would just fall flat on his face, weighed down by the heaviness of his eyeballs.
Legs, eyes, hair.
And lips too, Johnny thought. Soft lips in a perfect bow…
When Johnny’s cock twitched he almost fell off the bed. No, no, absolutely not. But even as he thought the words all he could see was a vision of Daniel, looking coyly up at him from beneath long lashes, and Johnny felt himself grow hard.
He forced himself to stand up and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the floor, jamming them on before striding across to his desk and sitting down heavily. Absolutely no way was he going to jerk off to the thought of LaRusso; he just needed something to take his mind off it and then, surely, his erection would go away.
He opened his trapper keeper and pulled out his English homework.
Romeo and Juliet is Shakespeare’s classic tale of forbidden love, but although it was written nearly four hundred years ago it has many themes that are still relevant today. Expand and discuss.
LaRusso. Forbidden. Legs, eyes, hair, lips.
Johnny closed the trapper keeper and quickly pushed it away from him. Not homework, then.
Instead he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a Walkman and a box of old tapes. He pulled on the headphones and selected a tape at random, sweaty fingers slipping against the buttons as he tried to get it open. Music would help, music always made him feel better. Tape in the machine, he pressed play and felt the tension start to drain from his body as the familiar sound of REO Speedwagon played in his ears. But then the song reached the chorus.
‘And I’m gonna keep on loving you, ‘cause it’s the only thing I wanna do. I don’t wanna sleep, I just wanna keep on lovin’ you.’
Johnny’s cock throbbed painfully as he stopped the tape and pulled it out, breathing heavily. He picked another tape at random and rammed it into the Walkman.
‘When there’s no one else in sight, in the crowded lonely night, well I wait so long for my love vibration and I’m dancing with myself.’
Johnny tore off the headphones and threw them across the room.
LaRusso, dancing. Love vibration. Legs, eyes, hair, lips.
Had that song always been about masturbation? Johnny had never noticed it before. He was achingly hard now, his dick trapped painfully in his underwear.
Cold shower, he thought suddenly through the haze of lust that was clouding his mind. He definitely remembered being told at some point that cold showers could kill a hard on.
He rose awkwardly and shuffled to the door, opening it and peering out into the corridor to make sure that no-one else was around before darting across the corridor to the bathroom. He locked the door behind him and stripped off before getting into the shower and turning the dial so it was on the coldest possible setting. Icy water cascaded over his body and his cock immediately started to soften as his lustful warm haze evaporated. He stayed in the shower until his teeth began to chatter and he was shivering uncontrollably, trying to focus on the sensation of the freezing water hitting his body.
Eventually he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist while he dried his hair with another.
It’s fine, he thought firmly to himself. I’m fine. I’m not going to think about LaRusso anymore.
But then, of course, he did start to think about LaRusso again.
Strutting, beating, dancing. Legs, eyes, hair, lips.
He tried to put the smaller man out of his mind, but he just wouldn’t go away, and as Johnny’s body began to dry and warm up, his dick began to harden again.
Johnny let out a howl of frustration and leant over the basin, hands gripping the sides as he glared at himself in the mirrored door of the bathroom cabinet.
What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just let it go? Maybe it was the heat; it was an unusually hot day, even by California standards. Maybe it was just something that he needed to get out of his system; a temporary madness that would be cured if he just took care of it this one time.
He opened the cabinet door and took out a bottle of lotion, pouring a generous amount into his right hand before dropping the towel and taking hold of his cock.
It didn’t take long; he worked himself hard and fast, eyes closed, an image of LaRusso seemingly burned into his retina’s because that was all he could see, all he could feel. He came hard, harder than he could ever remember coming before, and he gripped the basin so tightly with his left hand as he shuddered through his orgasm that it creaked dangerously.
Afterwards he took a moment to catch his breath, then looked at himself in the mirror again. He was a mess; damp hair sticking up in clumps, skin flushed, lips parted.
Fucking LaRusso, he thought venomously. Look what you’ve done to me.
He took another shower, warm this time, before drying himself and pulling his clothes back on.
He spent the next hour mindlessly watching TV, then decided to give Bobby a call.
“You OK?” the brunette asked by way of hello. “You had me worried earlier, Johnny, driving that fast.”
Johnny passed a hand over his face.
“Yeah, I’m fine now.”
“What were you thinking about? You seemed distracted.”
“LaRusso”, Johnny said without thinking. “I mean – uh – you know, about the tournament and the truce and what went down at school today.”
“Forget him”, Bobby said firmly. “He’s a jerk, not worth your time.”
“Yeah”, said Johnny softly, as much to himself as to Bobby. He pictured LaRusso, legs, eyes, hair, lips, and found that he felt nothing at all. No thickening of his throat or flutter in his stomach or twitch of his cock.
“Yeah, you’re right!” he said with more conviction. “Fuck him!”
Bobby laughed and they spent the next ten minutes talking about everything and nothing. By the time his mom called him down for dinner, Johnny was smiling and felt calmer than he had in a long time.
**********************************************************************************
“So kid, what did you get up to today, eh?” Sid asked, shovelling food into his mouth, “Get the shit kicked out of you again?” He laughed raucously as if he’d just made a hilarious joke.
Laura scowled. “Sid!”
“What? The kid is always getting into scraps. It’s a miracle he’s still got all his own limbs! I mean, look at his face! You think he got that black eye from walking into a wall?”
“Nothing much happened today”, Johnny said. “And I’m not planning on fighting anyone else until the tournament.”
Laura smiled at him reassuringly.
“I’m sure you’ll win again this year, honey.” She sighed. “I just wish you’d tell us what happened on Halloween. Who did that to you? Is there someone at school causing you trouble? Someone new?”
“It doesn’t matter, mom. He’s a nobody. Not worth thinking about.”
LaRusso.
As Johnny swallowed a mouthful of food his throat felt suddenly tight, and the butterflies returned to his stomach.
Legs, eyes, hair, lips. Strutting, beating, dancing. Need.
Daniel’s whole face took over Johnny’s vision once again, and Johnny dropped his cutlery in shock as he felt his cock twitch.
Oh. Fuck.
The songs Johnny listens to are Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon and Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol.
Re: KK/CK: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-12-10 05:12 am (UTC)The scenes all are so very in character and the voices you give them (Johnny, Bobby, Sid, Laura) they feel like they are pulled right from a KK script.
Thank you again!
Re: KK/CK: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2020-12-15 10:41 pm (UTC)Re: KK/CK: Johnny, masturbation
Date: 2021-01-01 07:50 pm (UTC)