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zappedbyzabka · 8 months

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Okay but au where the Cobras stalk won’t leave Johnny alone when he left Cobra Kai after the tournament. (Bobby never left.)

Kreese encourages it—well, tells them to scout for him and try to cajole him into coming back "home". Tells them to do what it takes—whatever that is.

But they go further than that.

They watch him when it’s unneccesary. Stalk him.

They want to know where he is, what he’s doing, and who he’s talking to. If he decided to start hanging around LaRusso—the one he lost to—when they always let him win. Gave him the crown. Ardently adored just about everything he did, even if he went directly against what they suggested he do or don’t do.

He’s unaware of all the times they’ve defended him when people tried to talk shit behind his back. Scrubbed all the writings about his “girly voice” and how he “Sucks cock to keep his hair gold” off the stall walls when he was pissing off one too many boys and causing retaliation.

He’s far from helpless, but did he really think he’d make it that far without their loyalty?

He wasn’t truly upset with them at first.

In fact, he practically begged them to leave Cobra Kai and come be friends with him again, figure it all out with him—but they just couldn’t accept that. They would have been fine had Kreese not fucked up so badly, which wouldn't have happened had Daniel never shown up, but Sensei won’t be around to leer and yell forever. Nobody stayed but them, so they’d be the inheritors, right? Johnny should listen to them. They could have the whole dojo, change it however he’d like.

They can’t accept him not being theirs.

He started to get a bit frazzled when their awkward pleading visits got more physical, leading them to corner him and act just relaxed enough to make it seem unintentional. Their disappointment at his "no’s” turning to aggravation.

Sometimes they straight-up surround him, like before but even closer while telling him they know what’s best for him, and that that’s Cobra Kai—sounding scarily like Kreese.

They’ve grabbed him and held him in place, tried to convince him to come back, their hands touching in places inarguably inappropriate but convincingly accidental. "Don't make things harder than they already are, Johnny.”

They don’t hurt him, but they make it known that they could hurt him. They could do whatever they wanted.

Other times, they try the friendly approach again, every interaction laced with tension.

He still has a big soft spot for them. Unlike usual, he can’t bring himself to say "fuck off" and honestly never wants to.

Those are his friends…were his friends.

Bobby has a spare set of keys to Sid’s mansion and Johnny’s car. He was adamant that he was the one most reliable and, therefore, should be the one to have them.

They use that to their advantage often. How can their ex leader say no to a little hangout if they're already where he was going?

They like leaving little signs that they were in his spaces while he was gone. The smell of them on his blankets. A half smoked cigarette. An empty can of what they called their favorite brand.

And they take things. Souvenirs ranging from clothes to notebooks they eventually return. Like all the things they leave behind are just temporary replacements for what they took.

Johnny couldn't ask for the keys back outright. It'd be like admitting they’d “broken up”, and it’s not like he’s gained a whole new posse since he was defeated.

He knew then that it wouldn't go well. Bobby’s a better man than them all and tries—for the most part—but he has issues. He gets violent and possessive. Johnny’s sure if he asked for the keys back, he’d more than refuse, and so would the others.

But he tried anyway with the lie of losing his own.

They all got this look on their faces when he asked them. Like they were happy he "lost" them and had to rely on them.

They wanted to ruin him as much as they wanted to exalt him.

They couldn’t possibly let the chance go by when Johnny called them over in the arcade parking lot (that they so didn’t follow him to), nervous and lovely looking as he asked Bobby.

They had to taunt him a little.

Tommy slipped the keys out of Bobby’s jacket pocket, where he kept them safely, and dangled them in front of Johnny’s face. Bumped his shoulder against Dutch’s and grinned at Jimmy.

"Oh. You need these?"

Johnny nodded, reaching out for them and frowning (pouting) when Tommy pulled them from his reach with a laugh and gave them to Dutch.

That made Johnny pause: Dutch was stronger than him. He could stand a good chance one-on-one but…

He tried not to slap himself for thinking that way. The Cobras wouldn’t dare put their hands on him like that (would they?) and he wasn’t weak.

It's just…they seemed different. Like they wanted to do something to him.

Dutch smirked and tilted his head, crazy dick clearly enjoying every second. "You gonna come and get them, Ace?"

Johnny swallowed hard, unshed tears making his shine. He wouldn’t generally get worked up so easily—close to crying just from a little teasing—but they were his Cobras and he was still painfully raw from the tournament. The bruising on his neck still a sweet lavender.

He sniffled and gritted his teeth, reaching out for them again and stumbling directly into Bobby when Dutch stepped back and threw the keys to Jimmy.

Bobby caught him, helping Johnny stand straight but not letting him go when he tried to move away, strong arms wrapped around his slight waist.

He gave the blonde an expression that made him go still.

His hand slid down to the curve of Johnny’s ass, and slipped inside his back pocket. Where his very unlost keys were.

He didn’t move his hand away.

"Why are you lying to us?"

Johnny pushed lightly against Bobby’s shoulders. "I’m—I’m not, man. Just give them back so I can go."

His voice cracked pathetically. He didn’t want to fight them. He knew he’d been caught good, and didn’t know what to do. he wasn't even sure if he wanted to escape.

Bobby took the keys out and presented them. "Then what are these?"

Johnny looked at the ground, heart racing. "Those are for something else."

The other boy raised his brows a little. "Oh, really? What for then?"

Johnny let out a shaky breath, gaze darting between the four snakes near him, watching intently like they’re waiting to sink their teeth in.

he should know they’ve been waiting a long time.

"Why do I have to tell you?" He snapped finally, giving Bobby one hard shove that actually worked, making him almost fall on his ass. Jimmy and Tommy went into action fast, seizing Johnny’s arms and keeping him still.

Bobby gained his footing and huffed in irritation, stepping up to him again and gripping his chin roughly so he was forced to look at him.

"They're mine, you gave them to me, and I don’t want to give them back. Don’t ask again, yeah?"

Johnny struggled uselessly. Angry at himself for the spark of excitement in his stomach at the fact that he was at their mercy. It’s all wrong.

He was not yet ready to be brutalized again. Humiliation is no easier, but...

He nodded slowly, furiously blinking away the wetness that threatened to spill down his cheeks. He wouldn’t do that in front of them.

Not yet, at least.

Bobby changed then. His menacing demeanor turned into something pleased. Amused even. He leaned in and gave Johnny a brief kiss on the lips, light as a needle. They'd never done that before. "Thank you. You needed to go somewhere, right? Better get to it.”

He patted Johnny's butt.

They already knew he wasn’t meeting anyone. They made sure of it.

They let go of him, and Johnny stood there dizzy and shocked.

He almost hoped the rest would peck him too.

He snatched the keys offered to him and spun around to try and unlock the driver's side door to speed away, shaking so much that he fumbled and dropped them.

A warmth settled behind him, hands went over his, and a breath tickled the back of his neck. "Let me help."

Jimmy.

He guided Johnny easily, helping him insert it into the lock and twist, his hips pressed flush to Johnny’s behind.

Johnny practically threw himself in his car the second he heard the click of the lock.

He tried to shame away the stirring in his jeans as he drove home.

#Im working on 3 hours sleep bear with me pls #Their gosl is to make him the leader again but in the period he’s not—They have fun with it.#Johnny cares about them still and doesn’t know what to do. he’s vulnerable #He likes it lol #They are going absolutely destroy his pussy. sloppied. stretched. fucked so so good and hard #until they’re ALL cumming dry #implied kreerence #johnny x cobras #og cobras #karate kid #tw harrassment #tw stalking #nsft #tw unhealthy relationship

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