JohnnyKnoxvilleXFem!Reader : 2.1k words
CW: smut! Unprotected PiV (please don’t guys, fun in theory not in practice), nicknames like “baby” and “sweetness,” references to breasts, reader is described as a woman, feminine pronouns used throughout
Synopsis: After Reader and Ryan Dunn have a one night stand, Dunn tells Reader he just wants to be friends. Johnny hears this, and decides he should be the one to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.
AN: okay! Little fic! Little smut! Reader refers to Johnny as PJ because I’ve noticed others do when they’re not in “jackass mode” so of course she would too. I don’t usually write smut but I fear I popped off a bit with this one.
The sun shines down on this hot, muggy Tuesday afternoon. Bam, Ryan, Jeff, and Johnny stand around with a few beers. They discuss the possible outcomes of the stunt they were about to partake in.
“So you’re really okay with branding a dick on your ass?” Jeff laughs, pointing to Bam, who lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.
“No, I’m not o- fucking- kay with that,” Bam laughs, rubbing his forehead with one hand. “But it’ll be fucking funny, so let’s do it.”
The boys cheer as Bam agrees to the stunt. Hearing the laughter, you walk over from your trailer to the group of boys. Smiling, you greet them.
“What’re we over here laughing about?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest casually.
“Bam’s going to get a dick branded on his ass,” Jeff answers, still laughing. You look to Johnny, who nods his head in agreement, then Bam, who groans at the thought, and then to Ryan, who doesn’t seem to meet your gaze fully. Weird.
“Well thank god you didn’t ask me to do this one,” you laugh. “But I definitely want to see it happen.”
“Okay, let’s get everything in order and do it today,” Jeff says, clapping his hands and turning to walk away.
“Wait, today?!” Bam yells, running after Jeff, Johnny following behind them. “Oh come on, Bam Bam!” Johnny laughs.
You let your laughter die down as they run away. You then turn to Ryan, giving him a small smile. “So, your best friend is going to have a dick on his ass… You going to do the brand?” you ask.
“Depends what Jeff wants,” he shrugs, still not quite meeting your gaze. You quirk an eyebrow as he lets out a sigh, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“What are-” you begin, but he cuts you off.
“Listen, (Y/N),” he starts. “I think we had a kickass night together the other night, but I’ve been ignoring you on purpose. I’m sorry, I should’ve just told you, but we’re just better as friends.”
Before you have time to respond or even really process what he said, he walks away. You stand there, eyes stinging slightly as tears threaten to spill.
“Bam is going to regret this stunt so badly,” Johnny laughs, making his way back to you. “Woah, what happened?”
“Nothing,” you say quickly, wiping your eyes quickly. “So who all is in this stunt?” you ask, trying to change the subject.
“Me, Bam, and Ryan,” Johnny answers. “But I’m just going to watch. Ryan is the one who actually is doing the branding.” You nod along in interest, but it’s clear your mind is drifting.
“Do you want to tag along and watch the stunt?” Johnny asks, trying to assess your reaction when you quickly shake your head no.
“I’m actually not feeling too well,” you sigh. “I might head back to the hotel and try to sleep off whatever is going on. See you later, PJ,” you wave to Johnny, turning and walking away before he can interject.
He watches you walk away, eyes squinted slightly in curiosity. He shrugs to himself lightly before jogging off to his trailer, getting prepared for the stunt of the day.
The clock strikes 10 as you plop on the hotel bed, searching through the channels for something to watch, robe wrapped around your body after your shower. All the boys have been blowing up your phone today, asking where you’ve been, but you haven’t answered a single one yet.
Your cellphone rings, a familiar name popping up on the little screen. You sigh and flip it open, answering with a soft “hello.”
“I’m coming over,” Johnny says. “What’s your room number?”
“PJ, you don’t have to-“ you begin, but he cuts you off.
“Not what I asked,” he says. “What’s your room number?”
“503,” you answer. Before anything else is said, you hear a click on his end, him ending the call.
“Shit,” you breathe, looking around the hotel room. You quickly gather some of your things, trying to make the room look a little presentable. As you throw your suitcase into the hotel closet, a hard knock rings at your door. You open it to reveal Johnny standing there, still wearing his outfit from set. “No time to change?” you try to joke, but you can see his jaw clicked tight.
“It was Ryan, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking to your eyes. “Tell me you didn’t feel sick earlier. Tell me it was because of Ryan.”
“It was because of Ryan,” you confirm, nodding your head, eyes glued to his.
“Tell me it’s over between you two,” he says lowly, breathing a little heavier.
“It’s over between us,” you whisper.
That’s all Johnny needs to hear. He surges forward, hands grabbing the sides of your face, lips locking together. Your hands fly up to grab at his arms, pulling him back with me into the room, lips never disconnecting. Johnny kicks the door closed behind him, the sound echoing through the empty hotel hallway.
“God, he’s stupid,” Johnny mutters in between kisses, lips still touching with every word, noses smashed together. “Letting a sweet thing like you go just like, fucking dumbass…”
He backs you up to the bed, his hands moving from your face to your hips. He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes.
“You are worth so much more than what that man gave you,” he breathes.
“Oh, I mean, it was just one night, no strings attached type of ordeal,” you try to justify.
“No no, listen to me,” he speaks, towering over you still. “He’s a dumbass, baby. Any man who lets you go is.”
“I don’t understand,” you shake your head. “If you feel this way, why are you only now telling me?”
“Because you were off limits,” he admits, rolling his eyes at the idea of that now. “When you joined the crew, Jeff said no playing footsy with the new girl. When you played footsy with one of us first, that rule went out the door. Dunn was just the lucky bastard who got to you first.”
You think back to all the times the boys flirted with you, and you thought it was all in good fun. Never did you imagine any of them were telling the truth. You smile to Johnny then.
“Well then,” you begin, hands pressed to his chest. “Guess you’re the lucky bastard who gets to finish with me, huh?”
Johnny let’s out a groan at your words, moving quickly to crouch in front of you, hands on the back of your thighs, and hoists you up onto the mattress.
“Baby, I ain’t ever gonna be done with you,” Johnny grins, southern accent peaking through in his lustful words.
You watch as Johnny crawls up on the bed, spreading your legs so he can settle between them, the robe falling open at the bottom. Johnny grins up at you, a wicked type of grin.
“Now, sweetness,” he drawls. “Did you know I was coming over? Or do you always hang out in nothing but a robe?”
You blush at his words, forgetting about the lack of clothing underneath the thick fabric. “I- well- I just got out of the shower,” you try to explain, a nervous giggle escaping your lips.
“Mhm,” he hums teasingly, lowering his body onto yours, lips grazing your neck as he dips in. “So I’m just a welcome surprise then?”
“Very welcome,” you groan out, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses your pulse point, teeth softly grazing the flesh. His hands grab at your hips again, this time grinding his hips down and pulling yours up.
“Tell me what you want,” Johnny mutters, voice thick with need.
“I want you, PJ,” you whimper, hands grabbing at the sheets as he grinds against you. “Need you…”
He leans back, looking down at you, smirking. “That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles. His hands move off your hips, moving down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You set yourself up on your elbows to watch him shimmy out of his pants and shoes. Next goes his shirt, thrown somewhere in the room. As he reaches up to take off the cowboy hat Jeff had him wear for the brand stunt.
“Wait,” you reach out, grabbing his arm as his hand grabs the hat. “Leave it.”
Johnny gives a knowing smirk, leaning back down to you. “You little minx,” he teases, lips then locking on yours again. “Baby thinks she’s got a front row ticket to the rodeo.”
You let out a laugh against his lips at that. You push him over slightly, him falling back on the bed, facing up. His grin grows as you move to straddle his lap, robe falling open again.
“I’ll show you a rodeo,” you smile, untying the robe and letting it fall from your shoulders.
“Yeehaw,” Johnny says, hands grabbing at your hips again. You smile down to him, slowly grinding your bare core against his boxers. Now it’s his turn to let out a groan as his eyes roll back.
“Can I?” you ask, hand snaking down his torso to the top of his boxers. He hurriedly nods his head yes, pushing his hips up. You quickly move up as well, sliding his boxers down his legs.
“Wow,” you breathe, watching his cock bounce to his stomach. You grin, reaching a hand and gently stroking him. He lets out a whiny moan.
“Please, sweetness,” he begs. “Don’t tease me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” you smile, positioning yourself on top of him. The world stops as you sink into his length, inch by inch. You both let out a collective moan as you settle at the bottom, completely filled to the brim.
“Fuck me,” Johnny breathes, hands gripping your hips so tight he’s worried he’ll leave bruises.
He reaches a hand up, taking the cowboy hat off his head and putting it on yours. He smiles up to you.
“Giddyup, cowgirl,” he grins, moving your hips for you slightly.
You place your hands on his chest for leverage as you begin moving your hips, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you throw your head back. You move faster, harder, longer than before. Johnny groans from underneath you.
“God, look at you,” he moans, hands sliding up to grab at your breasts as they sway with each bounce. “So perfect for me.”
The room is filled with praises from Johnny mixed with the moans and whimpers of the both of you.
“PJ, I’m so close,” you manage to squeak out.
“I know, sweetness, can feel it,” he breathes. “Squeezin’ the hell out of me…”
As your eyes roll back, mouth dropping into the familiar “o” shape, Johnny's excitement grows. He bucks his hips up against yours with fervor as your legs start to buckle.
“That’s it,” he grits out. “That’s fuckin’ it. Just like that, baby, fuck!” Johnny lets out a yell as he meets his high right in the middle of yours.
You collapse on top of him, chests heaving as you both try to gain some semblance of breath. He wraps his arms around your back tightly, holding onto you like you’ll disappear.
Once you both catch your breaths, he carefully pulls out of you, wincing at the contact.
“Now that is my kind of rodeo,” Johnny chuckles, earning a weak laugh from you as well. The two of you stay laying just like that for what seems like an eternity, talking about nonsense, as Johnny gently plays with your hair.
“I can’t believe Dunn saw that face, and didn’t want to see it again and again,” Johnny chuckles.
“Well, if you’re referring to the face, it’s because he didn’t see it,” you confess. That makes Johnny sit you both up, looking to you like you just told him he was getting branded next.
“Dunn didn’t make you finish?” Johnny asks, voice almost cracking with disbelief. You shake your head no, and he lets out a laugh. “Oh I am so telling the others Dunn can’t make a woman cum.”
You hide your face in your hands as you laugh at Johnny's words. “Please don’t,” you giggle.
“Fine, I won’t,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands and peeling them from your face. “But I’m going to make you cum over and over until you can’t anymore, hope you know that.”
You bite your lip at his words, then leaning forward to steal a kiss. “Promise?” you ask, a cheeky grin on your lips. He then grabs your legs unexpectedly, hoisting them up in the air as you fall to your back, pressing his groin against your wet heat again. You can already feel him growing hard again.
“Pinky promise, sweetness.”
