summary: you and johnny sneak away to have fun in the backseat
johnny knoxville x reader
lowercase intended
warnings: smut
a/n: something quick and small :p
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we climbed into his backseat, giggling as we do. he sits down and i straddle him, his hands immediately on my hips. i smile at him as he stares at my face, the moonlight hitting me perfectly.
“what?” i chuckle.
“nothing, you just look cute.” he softy blushes.
i smile brightly and lean down to press a kiss to his lips. i pulled away but his strong hand led me back down, continuing the soft kiss. he smiled into the kiss as he slid me closer to him. his body warmth radiating onto me, causing goosebumps to form on my skin. sneaking into the backseat like this wasn’t new since we have to keep our relationship secret, or else my older brother jeff would kill him. his fingers slid into my hair, slightly curling to pull at the locks. i softy moan into his mouth, scooting as close as i can get. we were physically as close as we could get but it felt like we were so far away. the way his stubble scratched against my skin, his strong hands kneading my skin, his perfect thighs tense up when i moan. he touched me carefully, like i was porcelain. his lips slowly trailed off my own, peppering kisses along my skin as he goes to my jawline. he sucked on the skin, creating a dark purple mark i know i’d have to hide. i smile at his actions, how eager he is for me. i roll my hips to create fiction, feeling him grow hard underneath me. my smile turns into a smirk as he moans against my skin, pulling me down to feel me. he slides his cold hands underneath my shirt, i shiver at his touch. he cups my boobs and massages them, tilting my head back in pleasure. he instantly started kissing my neck, passionately doing so. he pulled up on my shirt, pulling away from me to take off my shirt. he threw it somewhere in the front seat, not caring about it. i flashed him a toothy grin, drunk on his touch. he lowly laughed as he brought our lips together. our kiss was sensual, slow, and erotic. if the windows weren’t already semi fogged up, they’d definitely be now at the kiss. the music from the club was muffled in the car, i just imagine what everyone was doing inside. luckily johnny and i were able to sneak away. the skirt i wore was riding up my thigh, my underwear exposed now. johnny’s hand slid up and down my thigh, teasingly skimming past where i need him the most. i didn’t want to beg for him, i wanted him to become needy over me. i wanted him to lose all control and take me however he wants. i continue to kiss him, my tongue slid into his mouth to mess with him. his tongue fought with mine as i acted nonchalant, acting like i wasn’t needy for him. i felt his body language change, his once soft touch is now rough. he wanted me badly but didn’t want to act first.
“it’s getting a bit cold, johnny..” i whisper against his lips.
i was only joking, provoking him more to act first.
“what?”
“let’s go back inside.” i start to pull away but he shoved me back onto him.
“you’re crazy.” he chuckles before pulling me into a harsh kiss.
he nibbled on my bottom as he slid down his jeans. he didn’t even care about foreplay, he just needed me. his hard dick sprung out, resting against my soaked underwear. i breathed heavily as i felt him, hips buckling up for him. he slid my underwear aside, rubbing his tip through my folds. i gulp at the feeling, squeezing my nails into his shoulders. he chuckled at me before slowly sliding in. i moan out as he filled me up. even though this isn’t our first time having sex, he always stretches me out. he guides my hips to grind against him, feeling him in much more different ways. i whimper as he starts to lift me up, making me bounce on him. his eyebrows were furrowed as he focused on me. i was his personal fleshlight basically, fucking me however he wants. he left open and sloppy mouth kisses all over my neck. i moaned out, loving his touch. i looked through the back window, smiling at the fact that it’s too foggy to see out of.
“fuck..johnny..” i cry out into his ear.
that encourages him to go faster, moving me up and down as he thrusts up. the car was obviously shaking, even the drunkest person outside would know what’s going on. moans escape my mouth as my stomach tightens.
~johnny’s pov~
i was staring as her boob’s bounce in my face, practically hypnotized by her. her moans were like music to me, making me tingle. her grip on my shoulders tighten as he gets louder. i intensely watch as she cums, arching her back as she cries out my name. her breath was visible, the cold air being the reason. she collapsed against my chest, groaning out as she clenched around me. i kissed her jawline and whispered sweet nothings.
“we gotta get back.” she chuckles, reaching for her shirt.
“why can’t we go back to the hotel?”
“because i’ll stay the night and when everyone comes into your room they’ll see us.”
“i wish we didn’t have to hide.”
“i know, baby, i’m sorry. i’ll find a way to break it to jeff.” she leans in and presses a soft kiss.
i smile into it, her cherry chapstick softening my chapped lips.
“you gonna be a good girl and be quiet?” frank whispers, slowly unbuttoning my pants.
i look down at him, heart beating out of my chest at the sight of him between my legs. i gulp and nod fast, desperate for him. he smirks and slide off my shoes to fully take off my pants. i was laying there in my boyfriend’s trailer only in my underwear, only having an hour to eat me out. my breathing become raged as he grabs onto the hem of my underwear and seductively pulls them off. i noticed he shoved them inside of his underwear, probably saving it for later. his pupils dilate when he looks at me, seeing how wet i got just from him. he swiped up some of my wetness, shoving it in his mouth and sucking his fingers. he hums at the taste, nearly moaning.
“always taste so good..”
“frank please…” i beg, bucking up my hips.
he chuckles at my eagerness, shoving my hips back down. he got into position, placing my legs on his shoulders and got face to face with me. he took one more look into my eyes, smirking and giving me a wink before diving into my pussy. i gasped out as he tongue lapped me up, swallowing my juices. i moaned out loud, squeezing my eyes shut at his abilities. my hips grinded against his face as a way to get more friction. his nose rubbed against my clit, adding sparks to my stomach. his hands held onto my hips, gripping them with force. he watched me wriggle and arch my back, slightly smirking at the fact he’s making me like this. thankfully frank’s trailer was far from everyone, nearly in the back of the lot. i didn’t try to be quiet since no one would hear us.
“frank! fuck!” i cry out, hands flying to his hair.
i grabbed onto it, pulling him closer to me. he decided to finally add his fingers, pumping them inside me. his tongue rapidly lapped me up as he pumped his fingers inside me. one of the pros of having a guitarist boyfriend is that he’s very skilled with his fingers, in any way. he curled them as they slid inside, slightly hitting my g-spot every time. i was a moaning and crying mess, squirming underneath him like crazy.
“frank..i-“ he cut me off with a hum.
i moan out this name at the feeling, my sense dialed way up. he continued what he was doing, this time staring straight at me as i was cumming. watching as my face contorts with pleasure, feeling my heels dig into his back. he fastened his pace to overwhelm me, my body sensitive after the orgasm.
“f-frank…” i gasp out, trying to wiggle away.
he held my hips down with his arm, still watching me as another orgasm approaches. my legs slightly shook as i came, throwing my head back into the couch as much as i can. frank laughed as i pulled him away from me, my legs slumped from the pushing i had to do.
“you sure you don’t wanna go another round?” he smirks, licking his lips of my juices.
“i’m pretty fucking sure, frank.” i say out of breath.
i closed my eyes as i laid there, chest rapidly rising up and down. i heard him clean himself up by licking me off. he began to kiss me, starting from my thighs up to my face. he peppered soft kisses on my cheeks, making me giggle.
“my sweet girl, in many ways.” he winked.
“so gross. go get ready, you have a show soon.” i laugh, shoving him off of me.
summary: you do a “stunt” involving a sex toy which is controlled by johnny. at the end of the day, you need a release.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut, dirty talk (?) & not proof read
a/n: this feels a bit rough but enjoy 🤒
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“there is no fucking way.”
“oh come on, y/n, please!” jeff begged, holding the device in his hand.
“no! i’m not gonna shove a fucking vibrator up my pussy for a stupid show!”
“you do that every night, why is this different?” bam joked.
i turned to him and punched his arm, causing him to yelp out and grab it.
“i’ll pay you fifty bucks.” johnny said.
“dude what?” ryan laughs at johnny’s eagerness.
“what? this’ll be good for the show!” he defended himself.
i sigh as i think over his words, stomach turning as i lean towards yes.
“okay you know what, fine. i’ll do it for fifty.” i shook my head.
the guys cheered at my response, jeff handing me the vibrator.
“we’re doing it tomorrow.” he gave me a sly smile.
“great.” i mumble.
~fast forward to tomorrow~
i walk inside the place, being greeted by a smirking bam.
“hey, y/n/n, how you feeling?” johnny asked, laughing his dumb laugh.
“fuck off, knoxville.” i mumble, heading towards the snacks.
“good afternoon, y/n! you all ready?” jeff says very cheerily.
“ready? i just got here.”
“we’re about to start soon.”
i sigh at his words and go to the bathroom. i kept telling myself that i’m doing it for the money and money only. i take off my pants, getting into a position to easily put the vibrator inside. i softy moan at the feeling, butterflies in my stomach. i shake it off and stood back up, fixing myself up and leaving the bathroom. i ran into johnny and bam who were standing right near the door.
“jesus christ, you guys are pervs.” i scoff.
“you excited?” bam says, emphasizing ‘excited’.
i ignore him and eat my chips before we had to leave.
~fast forward to the van~
“okay, so y/n you’re gonna go inside and ask questions and randomly here and there you’ll feel it turn on.” jeff explains.
“just any questions?”
“questions relating to the product, yeah.”
“and who’s having the remote?”
“we can’t tell you.”
“why?”
“for their protection.” he laughs.
i fake laugh back as i climb out the van, walking up to the store. it’s a beautiful flower store, the fragrance inside was just heavenly.
“hello there! how can i help you today?” the lady at the counter greets me.
“hello! i’m just looking for some flowers for my husband, he loves flowers and it’s our anniversary.”
“oh how sweet, we usually have the husbands buying flowers for the wives! what flowers does he like?”
“hmmm, he loves-“ i cut myself off with a quiet yelp, the vibrator turning off.
“are you okay, ma’am?”
“yes! yes i’m sorry i just accidentally hit my knee.” i lie, gripping the counter as it continues.
“well, we have these beautiful roses. simple yet very romantic.”
i lean into the flowers and smell them, smiling at how good it is. suddenly the vibrator turned on again, making me groan out loud. i quickly cover it up by groaning again, pulling away with a weak smile.
“sorry i just absolutely love roses! they’re my favorite.” i nervously chuckle.
“no worries hun, i love roses too!” she sweetly laughs.
i feel the vibration level go up one, my face contorting with pleasure. luckily the woman was leading me to another set of flowers, looking away. i had a mic and mini camera on me so i grabbed the mic and brought it up to my lips.
“you guys are bastards.”
“i’m sorry?” the woman asked.
“oh i said do you guys sell baskets?”
“like flower baskets?”
“just regular ones, i noticed i saw some on the display in the window.”
“oh yes, what a great eye! we do sell baskets, they’re $7.”
“sounds great! i’ll take one, my husband and i were planning on having a picnic date.” i ball my hand into a fist, trying so hard to not moan.
“of course, daring! let me go get one in the back.”
i watch her as she leaves behind a door. i let out a low moan once i feel like she’s too far. i whimper and throw my head down, squeezing my eyes shut.
“you okay in there?” i hear johnny laugh in my ear.
“fuck off.” i mutter.
i hear the door open again and i whip my head up, putting on a normal demeanor.
“here you go, honey. did you figure out what flowers you’d want?”
“i think i’ll go with those beautiful roses, they smell wonderful.”
the vibrator has been on this entire time, slightly increasing in power each minute. i took a deep breath to relax myself, tears pricking my eyes at the immense pleasure.
“anything else darling?”
“nope, that’s all i need.” i smile softly.
i actually buy the items, loving roses myself. i gave her the cash, hands shaking as i do so.
“you sure you’re alright honey?”
“yes, i’m just cold.”
“it’s summer.”
“yeah, my body heat is very weird.” i laugh awkwardly.
she chuckled back, handing me my change.
“thank you so much, hope you have a wonderful day hun.” the woman smiled.
“of course! you too-“ i cut myself off with a whine as the max setting was on.
my knees buckled at the feeling as my eyes slightly roll into the back of my head.
“i’m sorry, i feel very ill. have a good day.” i quickly say before rushing out the door.
i was panting while resting my hands on my knees, trying so hard not to moan. i hear the guys laughing in my ears as i struggle.
“look at you, getting off by a vibrator in public.” johnny whispers into the mic.
hearing those words leave his mouth made me lose it, cumming on the spot. i slap a hand over my mouth as i moan, falling to my knees. the guys hollered at the sight of me, faces probably changing red at how hard they’re laughing. i felt so embarrassed, ready to go home. i shakily stand up, the vibrator still on.
“someone go help her.” jeff said, still laughing.
johnny climbs out of the van, face red from laughing. i look at him with a glare, so angry he said those words.
“you look like a mess, y/n. you still feeling “unwell”?” he laughs his obnoxious laugh.
he put his hand out and i refuse to take it, reaching for the remote instead. i turn the device off and shove the remote in my pocket.
“you fucking had it the whole time?!” i raised my voice.
“yup.” he giggled.
i sighed angrily and walked off, knees still weak. i open the van door to see all the guys still laughing, making me even more pissed off.
“any bees in there? i heard a lot of buzzing.” bam joked.
i punched his arm and climbed into the back.
“can we please go? i want to get this thing out of me.” i mumble.
~fast forward~
i rush inside the bathroom, pulling my pants off and taking this fucking thing out. i throw it into the sink, grabbing some toilet paper to clean me up. i hear someone knock on the door, i yell for them to come in. i was presentable but my knees were still shaky.
“how’s it going in here?” johnny asks, peeking his head in.
“man fuck you.” i spat.
“what? what did i do.”
“you fucking had it on the whole time! and y-you said that shit!”
“what shit?” he smirked.
“you know exactly what i’m talking about..”
“what are you gonna do about it?”
i huff and stomp over to the door, locking it. johnny watches my every move, eyes dilated. i grab my shirt and swiftly take it off, throwing it on the hook for bags. i then walk over to him and harshly connect our lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth for dominance. he moaned into my mouth, strong hands holding my hips. he grabs one of my legs, wrapping it around his slutty waist. i grind against him, becoming wet again. i grab onto his hair, pulling his head back to kiss his neck.
“you’ve been flirting with me ever since i joined the crew. and of fucking course you take control of the remote. you wished it was you inside me, huh. you fucking pervert.” i spat into his ear.
i felt him get hard into me, smirking against his ear.
“look who’s getting off with dirty words?” i laugh.
“i fucking hate you.” he mutters.
“highly doubt that.”
he turns me around and shoves me onto the sink.
“you’re gonna watch yourself as i fuck you. got it?”
“yes..” i moan out.
he didn’t waste time to pull my pants down, my underwear wet. his hands ran across my ass, squeezing it. the vibrator in the sink caught his eye, immediately grabbing it without thinking twice. i look at him through the mirror as he turns it on, lowering it back to where it was. it vibrated against me, a loud sigh leaving my lips. i dropped my head down and moaned but his free hands grabbed ahold of my hair and pulled me back up. he was focused on what he was doing, rubbing the vibrator up and down my folds. i wiggle my ass to try and get my friction, causing him to laugh at my neediness.
“you’ve been secretly wanting me, huh. all those fake ass shut downs, all those lies so i wouldn’t get into your pants. but you want me so bad, i bet you dream of me of me fucking you so hard…don’t you…”
“fuck…” i cry out.
he muttered something before shutting off the toy and throwing it back into the sink. i heard his undo his belt and shove down his pants. i couldn’t see him from the angle was at behind me, but i bet he was big.
“jeff’s gonna be lookin’ for me.”
“so go fast then.”
he chuckled at my words before slamming into me. i let out a loud moan, feeling him fill me up. he stretched me out perfect, fitting like a puzzle. i was still slightly sensitive from earlier so my senses were at an all time high. tears pricked my eyes already, my knees trembled at his pace and my knuckles turned white from my grip. he held on hand on my waist as he fucked me while the other held my hair, pulling my head back to watch him fuck me. his head was thrown back, brown hair sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead.
“look at you…so fucked out from this.” i dryly laughed, trying to talk as he thrusted.
he opened his eyes and looked at me, lust blown pupils.
“i bet you fucking planned this. you told jeff all about this prank.”
“don’t fucking act like you weren’t thinking of me while that shit was on. wishing it was my cock inside of you, like right now.”
we talked out of breath, stuttering our words.
“i needed a release. asshole. you made me cum.” i moan out.
“at my words. remember?” he laughed in a teasingly manner.
“fuck you.” i spat out.
i was too focused on johnny’s words and face, not noticing how quick my orgasm was coming. johnny noticed though, noticed how my body moved and wriggled under his touch. he smirked as he saw my face contort with pleasure. i let out a long string of moans as i came around him, shoving myself against the sink. he waited until i was done before pulling out, not caring about his own release. i collapsed against my sink, using a lot of my upper body strength to hold me up. i felt johnny’s fingers run up my slit and collect my juices, sticking them into his mouth to taste me.
“so good.” he mumbled.
i roll my eyes at his action, pushing myself off the sink. i pulled up my pants and buttoned them back up. i smoothed my hair out and fixed up my face. johnny watched me as i did so, genuinely smiling.
“stop staring, weirdo.”
“maybe i’ll take a pic, it would last longer.”
“back to flirting, knoxville? you were just inside of me like 3 minutes ago.” i laugh, turning around.
“maybe i can be inside you more often.” he slyly said, pulling me close to him from the waist.
“buy me dinner first.”
“tomorrow at 8?”
i was taken aback from his words, surprised he actually asked.
“seriously?”
“dead. i haven’t been flirting all this time for nothing.” he laughs.
“okay then, tomorrow at 8.” i smile.
“perfect. now i gotta go.” he quickly leaned down and left a kiss on my lips.
i know we already kissed before this but it felt like the first time. i blushed harshly as he left the bathroom, surprisingly not to a bunch of idiots standing outside listening.
summary: you, steve-o, johnny and bam are presenting at the 2002 mtv music awards. right before going on stage they suggest you do a stunt.
lowercase intended
requested oc!
warnings: intended injury & not proof read
a/n: requested by @mizfitneeds !! tysm for requesting again, hope u like it :p
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“i’m sorry i can’t go, baby.” wes frowns.
“don’t worry about it, bam is gonna be there to protect me.” i ruffle his hair.
today is the 2002 mtv awards and i was set to present with three of the jackass cast. i was good friends with them, my cousin being ryan dunn. wes was gonna go as my plus one but he ended up falling sick, staying home instead.
“okay, just be careful..”
“i will. i gotta go though, baby. love you.” i kiss his lips.
“love you, have fun!”
and with that i was out the door. the traffic there was crazy, cars honking everywhere. i was wearing jeans, converse and white crop top with a black leather jacket over. my makeup was subtle, not having the energy to go all out. i was informed that i’d have to walk the red carpet to enter the event. i honestly hated the flashing lights of the paparazzi camera’s, it’s annoying. my driver was finally able to park, right outside was the carpet. i take a deep breath before opening the door, people’s cheers and cameras flashing immediately took over my senses. i walked the carpet, smiling and waving at everyone. i stopped in the middle of the carpet, posing for the paparazzi. they all screamed at me, none of their words catching my ears. except one.
“y/n! where’s wes?!”
“he’s sick! poor guy has to stay home!” i frown.
“hope he gets better!”
“thank you!!”
i give the cameras an air kiss before walking off. i enter where everyone is, many celebrities chatting up storms with drinks in their hands. my eyes look for the jackass guys, eventually seeing them by the bar. i smile and immediately make my over to them, steve-o the first one to notice me.
“y/n!!” he exclaims.
he was wearing an unbuttoned yellow and black plaid shirt (with nothing underneath of course) and a basic pair of blue jeans. he brings me into a tight hug, laughing his recognizable laugh.
“make room for us, steve-o!” johnny joked, laughing.
i hugged the tall man, noticing his new mustache. he wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt with a picture of a woman on it, topped off his a jackass hat and sunglasses. once johnny pulled away bam was quick to shove him out the way.
“there’s my twin!”
“hey bam! how’s april and phil?” i hug him.
“oh you know, just being them.” he laughs.
“oh yeah, still being tormented by you and ryan?”
“you know it.” bam smiles.
“i’m so glad you’re here, i haven’t seen you in forever.” steve-o said.
“yeah i know, i’ve been busy touring and making music.”
“oh yeah, you toured with korn! that rocks!” bam exclaims.
“how’s that boyfriend of yours? where’s he at?” johnny asks.
“wes? he’s at home sick, he was gonna come but you know.” i shrug.
“does that mean i can make my move?” steve-o jokes.
“and have ryan beat your ass? sure!” i laugh.
we started up conversation about whatever as we wait for our cue to head to our seats. once we did, we shoved our way past people. i accidentally elbowed avril lavigne, apologizing profoundly. she told me not to worry about it, also complimenting my band. i lowkey fangirled inside.
~fast forward to where they get ready to present~
we stood backstage, waiting to be called onto stage to present.
“you got the paper?” johnny asks steve-o.
“yup. you got the stapler?”
“stapler?” i question.
“yeah, i got the great idea of stapling the paper with the winner on it and reading it from my stomach.”
i laugh at their stupidity.
“why don’t you do it, y/n?” bam suggests.
“what?”
“yeah, it’ll be cool if you did it!”
i thought about it, agreeing with him.
“okay.” i nod.
“she did not need much convincing. do you wanna join the crew?” johnny laughs.
“ask me again after this.” i nudge him.
“okay you guys, you’re going on in a second after the announcement is done.” someone backstage tells us.
“ladies and gentlemen, do not try this at home. welcome the stars of jackass the movie: johnny knoxville, bam margera, and the lovely and talented mr. steve-o! and with them is y/b/n’s very own y/n y/l/n!”
we walked out onto the stage, waving at the cheering crowd as the jackass theme song played. steve-o held the extra mic as johnny held the stapler and paper.
bam shouted something into the mic, causing johnny to laugh.
“when i found out that i was gonna be presenting tonight i came up with the most amazing stunt ever. and i’m ready to do it, i told em’ but they told me i’m not allowed to pull my wiener out.” steve-o opened up.
i laughed as the crowd stayed a bit silent, only a couple people making noise.
“don’t worry!” he said before shoving the mic into his mouth.
i watched as bam slapped his head, forcing the mic deeper into his mouth. the crowd gasped as steve-o fell the ground, bam and johnny slightly laughing. i covered my mouth at the idiot.
“never mind that, get a load of knoxville’s mustache! i mean it looks like a three sided dick duster, i mean come on it’s terrible!” bam spoke into the mic on the pedestal, making fun of johnny’s mustache.
“but hey, the fellas seem to like it!” i chirp in.
“what are we presenting anyway?” bam asks.
“best rap video.” johnny says, shoving the paper to bam.
“best rap video, sweet! i got um-i figured that there’s pretty much no one that that awards gonna go to that can’t hook me up with some legal advice right now.” steve-o rambles into the mic.
“how’re you feeling right now, y/n? been awful quiet here.” johnny nudges me.
“feeling like a good drink right now, johnny. gotta amp myself up you know, these nominees are really good!”
“who are you rooting for?”
“don’t put me on the spot, johnny. you know i’m everyone’s favorite cheerleader.” i pretend to shake pom pom’s in the air as i wink, the crowd cheering.
“i bet you’re wes’ favorite cowgirl.” bam slyly says.
i blush at his words, looking away from the crowd.
“right! here are the nominees for best rap video!” johnny says.
the screen behind us plays a video of all the nominees.
“you still gonna do it?” johnny whispers into my ear.
i nod and smile brightly, my adrenaline pumping. the video ends and the attention is back on us.
“all right let’s do this!” johnny pulls out the stapler and turns to me.
i shove back my jacket to make more room as johnny places the paper on my stomach, wasting no time to press the stapler on. i groan as the first one pierces my skin, people in the crowd cheering. bam and steve-o laugh as johnny staples another time.
“got her again, just cause.” bam laughs.
“and the winner is…” johnny leans into the mic.
i thought they’d just open the paper up and read but bam instead rips it off of me. i groan again in pain and the staples rip out my skin, some blood already pooling at the wounds.
“eminemmmmm!!!” bam exclaims.
everyone cheers, including me, as eminem walks up to the stage while his song ‘without me’ plays. johnny hands him the award before eminem spoke into the mic.
“you just stapled yourself, man?” he asks me.
i laugh and nod at his question.
“this chick is really bleeding.” he points to my stomach.
he then shakes our hands, words of congratulations leaving our mouth. he stood behind him as he says his speech, thanking people for the awards. once he was done, we all walked off stage and into the back.
“man, you’re one crazy chick for doing that but props to you.” he patted my shoulder.
“guess it’s in my blood, dunn is my cousin.”
“no shit, i knew you reminded me of someone.”
he laughs.
someone behind him called his name, causing him to say his goodbyes before leaving.
“you are a fucking natural!” bam laughs, jumping up and down around me.
“dude, you might have to replace ryan.” steve-o jokes.
“maybe the views will go up!” i say, making everyone laugh.
“let’s his the bar, my stomach is aching and i desperately need a drink.” i chuckle as we walk off.
summary: bam forgot your guys’ anniversary and you two have an argument, leading into him making it up to you.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut, arguing, & not proof read
a/n: wrote a completely different ending to this but i liked this version better 😵
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i stared at the wall of bam’s room, waiting for him to come home. today was our anniversary and he was out getting hurt with the guys instead of spending it with me. when i showed up at the front door, sobbing my eyes out i swear april wanted to smack him upside the head. i promised her i’m okay but she obviously knew it wasn’t. i’ve been sitting on his bed for the past hour and a half waiting for him to come home. my tear stained face was all dried up, my makeup runny. i hear the front door open and slam shut, followed by bam’s laugh talking. i hear april scolding him to which he replied back with “i didn’t even do anything”. i laugh at his audacity, the fact that he forgot this day. his footsteps get louder as he reaches his room, swinging the door open. he stops in his tracks once he sees me, a confused look on his face.
“y/n? why are you here?”
i just looked at him, giving him a death glare.
“have you been crying?” his face fell once he noticed my makeup.
he quickly rushed inside his room, carefully closing his door.
“no shit i’ve been crying.”
he looked puzzled, confused at my outburst.
“you forgot the most important thing is our lives, bam.”
his eyebrows furrowed as he searched through his mind to what he could’ve possibly forgot. his eyes then widen when he realizes, rushing to sit next to me and grab my hands.
“baby i’m so sorry.”
“i told you this last fucking night, bam. and you still forgot! i waited for you to pick me up, bringing out the nicest dress i own!” the tears started up again.
“i’m so sorry. i-i forgot, the guys called me this morning and-“
“i really don’t wanna hear the excuses, bam. you have no fucking clue how angry i am with you!” i stand up, running a hand through my hair angrily.
“i told you i was sorry!” he argued.
“sorry doesn’t cut it, bam! this isn’t the only time you forgot shit! maybe you forgot that too, huh?”
“i can’t spend all my time with you, y/n! i’m a busy man with a job!” he yells.
“a job?! bam, you injure yourself for other people’s entertainment!”
“a job is a fucking job, y/n! i don’t see you fucking complaining when i pay for shit!”
“pay for shit?! i had to fucking pay for our last 4 fucking dates because you blew your money on a skateboard!”
at this point we were full on arguing, pretty positive that april and phil were listening.
“yeah, for my fucking job!”
he was right up in my face, his spit flying onto my face a bit.
“maybe this isn’t working out, bam.” i whisper.
“w-what?” he stepped away from me, his demeanor changing.
“you have no fucking time for me anymore. you forget our dates and anniversary, you forget i even exist.”
“i do not. baby, you mean everything to me..” he raised his hand to touch my cheek but i move away.
his eyes flutter as he began to cry, heart aching.
“act like it then, fucking show i mean everything.” i breathe out.
he stares at me before walking to his door, locking it. he turns around to face me, placing his hands on my cheeks. he wiped my tears, peppering kisses to my cheeks. i stood there and leaned into his touch. his lips met mine softly, the kiss so tender and light.
“i’m so sorry, i’ll make it up to you..” he whispered against my lips.
i shivered as his hands reach behind my back, zipping down my dress. i wrapped my arms around his neck, finger nails clawing at his shirt. he slowly let the dress fall down my body, his mouth parting open at the sight of me wearing no bra. his hands ran across my skin, making goosebumps form. i sigh at his touch, tilting my head back. he began to kiss my neck, marking my skin. he grabbed onto my boobs, kneading them. i whine at his touch, rubbing my knees together.
“we have to be quiet, okay baby?” he whispers against my neck.
i nodded since i couldn’t form any words, my mind too set on his hands. he carefully guided us to his bed, sitting me down. he pulled my dress fully off, throwing it wherever. i would’ve been mad if i wasn’t needy for him. he pried my legs open, the cold air hitting my soaked underwear. he groaned at the sight, palming himself.
“come here.” i pant.
“no no, tonight is about you, baby..” he mumbled, looking up into my eyes.
i swear i felt my knees go weak, his blue eyes staring up at me from that angle was a sight to see. i leaned back on my elbows, watching his every movement as he pulled down my underwear. he tossed them onto my bed, claiming it was “for later”. he angled himself above me, spitting directly on me. he didn’t need to honestly, i was already wet. he used his pointer and index fingers to rub between my folds, spreading me. my eyebrows furrowed with pleasure as i sighed out. he pulled his finger back up, sucking one of them clean.
“can’t wait to taste you..”
famous last words before he duck between my thighs. i let out a loud yelp, slapping a hand onto my mouth. i felt bam chuckle, the vibrations going through my body. he licked at me, slurping up my juices like he was hungry. i squeezed my thighs together, causing him to pry them apart. i grabbed onto bam’s dark brown hair, tugging at it as a way to keep myself quiet. he moans into me, loving when i do that. i grind myself against his face, feeling his nose rub my clit.
“fuck, bam…” i cry out quietly.
it was hard to keep quiet, as bam’s mouth does wonders. i let out little sighs and pants, a few moans slipping past my lips. the sounds that filled the room were lewd, the sounds of slurping and groaning coming from bam. he pulled my closer to him, my legs wrapping around his neck as a reflex. i was practically off of the bed, only being held on by bam. i glanced down at him, making immediate eye contact. he’s been watching as i wiggle underneath him, panting his name. beads of sweat trickled down my face, ruining my makeup even more but this time for a good reason. he continues eating me out, eventually shoving his ring and middle finger inside. i let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard. i grind down harder onto bam, practically riding his face. i start to get a bit louder, my hand once again on my mouth to keep me quiet. my body started to feel numb, buzzing with adrenaline. i moan like crazy as i feel my release coming, my thighs squeezing shut again. bam doesn’t do anything about it, letting me squeeze him to death as i cum all over. i bite down onto my hand as i cry out, letting all my juices coat his face. i slowly ride his face to ride out the high, breathing fast as i do so. he pulls away from me, bottom half of his face and his shirt all soaked from me. he gave me a drunken smile, licking his lips.
“taste so fucking good.” he wiped his face off with his fingers, licking them after.
“so gross.” i laugh, shaking my head.
“here, let me clean you up.” he pulled back onto the bed, leaving me for a second to grab a clean towel.
he wiped me up, getting everywhere from my thighs to my ass.
“i’m sorry once again, baby. we can do something tomorrow. tomorrow is only about you, no one else.” he kisses the top of my head.
“i love you, bam.”
“love you, too.” he presses a quick kiss to my lips, tasting myself.
he grabbed some of his clothes and helped me put them on, getting comfy for our sleepover.
“i’m gonna go shower real fast.”
“i’ll be waiting.” i wink.
he blushes and walks into his bathroom, leaving me alone. i sigh as i smile brightly, thinking about how a couple hours ago i was crying about this man and now he was in between my thighs making me cry out.
summary: you go through a breakup with your boyfriend and you call your best friend, ryan, to comfort you.
lowercase intended
warnings: arguing & not proof read
a/n: another post here because my minds being flooded with ideas
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i forced myself out of bed, throwing on whatever semi clean clothes i could find. i wished i could lay in bed all day but if i missed out on a stunt the guys (especially ryan) would come knocking on my door. i was in a terrible mood, exhausted and upset from an argument i had with my boyfriend last night. he left and never returned back to the note room, the worst scenarios filling my mind. i look into the mirror and practice smiling before grabbing what i need and leaving the room. i get into this little rental car my boyfriend insisted we get and drove to the place where the stunt is taking place. once i got there and parked, i sat still for a minute and took deep breaths. ryan is my best friend, knowing him since high school and i knew he would instantly tell if i was upset. i don’t know why but i hated talking to him about my relationship, feeling awkward doing so. i gave myself one last smile into my side mirror and got out, the cold hair hitting my face. i walked inside and greeted everyone, jeff sitting in his stupid director’s chair watching as johnny got ready for his stunt, alligator nipple bite. we were also there for steve-o’s stunt, alligator tightrope.
“look who finally decides to show up!” jeff shouts out, bringing everyone’s attention to us.
“hey sleepyhead! you okay?” ryan greeted me, a suspicious look in his eye.
“yeah, i’m fine. i’m just sleepy.” i fake yawn to sell my lie.
he nods, giving me one last side eye but looking back at johnny. he leads us towards everyone else, huddled to the side as they prepare to watch. johnny suddenly screams as a baby alligator bites onto his nipple, camera shoved right up to it. i wince in pain, imagining how much it must hurt.
“are you sure you’re okay? is this about him?” ryan whispers to me, referring to my boyfriend.
i look at him, the fakest smile on my face. he knew that my boyfriend and i weren’t doing good, always arguing and nagging one another.
“i’m fine, ry.” i place my hand on his face.
i rub my thumb on his cheek and he leans into it. in our friendship we do physical touch, nothing too intimate but ryan is that type of guy.
“okay, sorry.” he smiles.
i pull my hand away and shove it inside my hoodie pocket, watching as steve-o walks over to the rope. he cusses as he introduces himself to the camera. he steps up and onto the rope, shaking as he begins to walks. suddenly my phone began to ring, muttering an excuse me as i walk off set. i take it out and see it was my boyfriend, heart racing.
“hey.” i softly say.
“where are you?”
“on set, we’re doing a stunt.”
“come back to the hotel, we need to talk.” his tone serious.
“uhm- okay, i’m leaving now.” i hang up and head back to jeff.
“hey i gotta go.” i whispered.
“everything alright?”
“yeah, something just came up.”
he allows me to leave and i quickly do, not noticing ryan’s eyes on me. i drove quickly back to the hotel, nervousness running through my veins. i did a shitty job parking as i run out and back up to my room. i click the key onto the door and open it to see my boyfriend sitting at the desk. he looked distressed, a certain look on his face.
“hey, w-what’s going on?” i chuckle.
“i cheated on you.”
his words hit me like a truck, my knees buckling.
“you what?” tears pricked my eyes as i slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
“i went out last night to the bar and met someone. i drank too much and woke up with her.” his hands shook as i stared at him in disbelief.
“are you fucking serious?” i went from sadness to anger in a second, my blood boiling.
“after all these years, you get drunk after an argument and fucking sleep with someone else?”
“yeah..”
“i should’ve known. we weren’t doing good, and i knew this was gonna end soon.” i laugh as tears fell down my face.
“you fucking think i did this on purpose?” he stood up from his chair.
“maybe! i mean fuck, i see the way you’ve looked at other women! and you know what, you haven’t even apologized for cheating! so that really fucking shows.” i yell, standing up as well.
“well maybe if you weren’t hanging out with guys all the fucking time then maybe i wouldn’t sleep with other women!”
“so you’re fucking blaming me now?! it’s my fucking job! the reason why we have nice things! i take you around the world with me and you fucking do this?! get the fuck out of here.”
“what?”
“you fucking heard me. pack your shit up and get out. we’re done.” i run a hand through my hair.
“baby, please..” he switches up.
“don’t call me that. get out.” i spat, giving him the craziest death glare.
he opens his mouth to talk but decides against it. i watch as he packs up, shoving his clothes into his bags. i pulled out my phone and called a taxi cab for him, not wanting to give him the car.
“can i have the keys?”
“no, i called you a cab. go outside and wait.”
“but-“
“go.”
he sighs before walking out, leaving my life forever. i stare at the wall before breaking down sobbing. i fell to the floor as i sobbed, hyperventilating. i wanted to punch something so bad, release my anger but i was in no stable condition to drive. i shakily pulled out my phone and called ryan. it rang for a bit before he answered, hearing everyone in the back shouting.
“hey, what’s up?” he chuckled.
“ryan…” i sobbed out.
“hey hey, breathe okay? i’ll be there as fast as i can.” and with that he hung up.
i mentally thanked the world for giving me a best friend like ryan, he’s the one person i go to for anything. i curled into a ball and cried on the floor, waiting for ryan. after losing the energy to cry, i just laid there staring at the wall. i heard footsteps rapidly approach my door followed by the click of the lock. i gave ryan a key to my room just in case anything happened, and i’m so glad i did. he swung the door open, eyes immediately landing on me. his face fell as he saw the state i was in, shutting the door before kneeling next to me.
“hey..look at me.” he softly said, using a hand to pet my hair.
i looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, a single tear falling down. he helped me pull my head up and place it on his lap.
“i’m here for you, no matter what.”
“i know…” my voice hoarse.
“what happened?” he asked, playing with my hair.
he knew it was something that soothes me.
“he cheated on me..” i began sobbing again.
“motherfucker.” he mumbled.
“shh, it’s okay. fuck him anyways, he was such a dick to you. i don’t even know why you were with a guy like him.”
i looked up to him and opened my mouth to speak but saw his wounded hand.
“ryan? what happened?” i gasped out, sitting up.
his knuckles were red and bloody, the blood dried up.
“i saw him on my way in.” he shrugged.
“but you didn’t even know what he did.”
“i didn’t have to. if you call me crying to the point where you can’t speak, he must’ve fucked up real bad.”
“thanks, ry.” i smile.
“anything for you, y/n/n.” he tucks a piece of stray hair behind my ear.
i grab his hurt hand and brought his knuckles up to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to them. it’s always something we’ve done, saying how my kisses make his wounds feel better. he smiles brightly at my action and brings me into a hug.
“want me to order some food? jeff told me to take the day off.”
“please..” i pull away, wiping stray tears.
he nods, getting up before helping me up. i watch as he grabs the hotel room phone, dialing a takeout spot as he laid on the bed. i watch him as he spoke, smile widening as i realize how lucky i am to have ryan in my life.
summary: you bring food to wes while he’s at the studio. you two end up doing the deed in the booth and wes find out at the end it was all recorded.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut & not proof read
a/n: another request by @mizfitneeds !! a bit crappy so apologies 🤒
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“are you sure?” i ask wes, already putting on my shoes.
“yes i’m sure, babe. i’ll see you when i get home.”
“okay, love you.”
“love you too.”
i hung up the phone and finished putting on my other shoe. wes called me from the studio to tell me how stressed he was and even though he decline, i offered to bring him food. i stood up and grabbed my keys, heading out to my car. i decided on stopping by this soup place we absolutely love, ordering his favorite soup. i remembered him telling me the address to the studio so it was an easy find. i walk into the studio, the emptiness creeping me out. it was late in the morning so everyone was gone, only wes stayed behind to figure out some guitar stuff. i bear said guitar stuff when walking further down the hallway, eventually peeking into a window on a door. wes sat in the booth with his guitar in his lap, headphones on (with only one headphone actually on his ear). i smile softly as i see him bite gently on the tip of a pencil, scribbling down shit as he played. i knocked softly, causing his head to quickly perk up. he soon enough smiles once he saw me, eyebrows furrowing at my presence. he gets up and lets me in.
“hey, what’s are you doing here?”
“seemed like you need a pick me up.” i show him the bag of soup.
his eyes lit up and the food, his tongue darting out his mouth to lick his lips.
“god, i love you.” he brings me inside.
i sit on the couch and pull out the soup. wes eagerly takes his bowl and opens it up. he sniffed the delicious food, moaning in the process.
“so fucking good.” he grabs a spoon and digs in.
“so, how’s the album coming along?”
“stressful but it’s going somewhere. we found a name for it.”
“ooo really? what’s it gonna be called?”
“chocolate starfish and the hot dog flavored water.”
i kinda just stared at him with a confused look on my face but shrugged it off. i knew how weird the guys were, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that came out of wes’ mouth.
“what’s the song you’re working on?” i ask, taking a sip of my soup.
“it’s called boiler. we actually have this cool idea for a video but it’s still in the works.”
“can’t wait to hear it.” i smile, sipping my soup.
“how about i show you right now?” he began to get up before i could protest.
he goes inside the booth and grab his guitar, setting himself up before beginning to play. he was going smooth until he messed up one note, causing him to curse under his breath. i get up from my seat and walk into the booth and over to him sitting in the chair, straddling him. he smiled at me as his hands ran up and down my sides.
“hey..” he smirked at me.
“hi.” i giggle.
i run my hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. he hums as he squeezes my hips.
“you need to relax, baby..”
“i know..i know..” he sighs.
“i’ll help..” my voice low.
his pupils dilate as he realizes my intentions. he smirks as a way to say yes, making me instantly press our lips together. wes’ big hands held my hips, fingertips massaging into the skin. a low moan left my mouth, vibrating into his. he moved my hips to grind against him, his erection growing bigger at the contact.
“fuck wes..” i breathlessly moan.
he chuckled at my words, lifting me off of him. i watch as he takes off his pants, dick springing free. he was leaking precum, oozing down his dick. i stumbled to take my pants off, wes laughing at my eagerness. i went back to straddling him, his dick resting perfectly at where i need him. we continued to make out, our kiss sloppy and erotic.
“fuck..we don’t have much time..” he moaned out.
“why?”
“the guys are coming late tonight to do some shit.”
“how late?”
“30 minutes.”
my eyes widen at the news, giving me more energy to kiss him harder. he lifts me up, aligning himself with me. he slowly pulls me down onto him, teasing me. i moan out at the feeling of him filling me up, stretching me out like always. i moan out his name as he did so, grabbing his shoulders tightly. he suddenly shoved me down fully, wasting no time to fuck me. i bounced up with every thrust, throwing my head back as i moan. thankfully the building was empty or else everyone would hear me. wes’ tip hit my g-spot perfectly, emitting more moans from me.
“so good for me.” he groans out.
i smile to myself, my stomach doing flips at his words. wes’ lips moved to my neck, biting and sucking at my skin. i moved a hand to move through his hair, tugging at the strands.
“so fucking tight.” he groans out.
the sound of our skin slapping together echoed inside the room. i look at the mic and wonder if it was recording, probably not. i let out a high pitched moan, which always tells wes that i’m close to cumming. he smirks against my neck and goes faster.
“faster…wes! fuck!” i cry out, arching my back.
wes moved his mouth to my ear and whispered words. those words caused me to suddenly cum, moaning loudly as i came. wes groaned out at the feeling, cumming shortly after me. i felt him full me up, a sigh left my lips.
“i love you.” he lazily kissed my ear.
“love you too, baby.”
i shakily get off his lap, pulling up my underwear and pants, wes doing the same. i walk out the booth, cleaning up our food containers. wes comes up from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“what are you doing?” i laugh.
“can i not hug my girl.” he kissed my neck.
“maybe you can kiss her instead.”
i turn around and gave him a long kiss.
“woah, are we interrupting?” a voice booms out.
we pull away to see fred in the doorway.
“n-no, i was just about to leave actually!” i embarrassingly stuttered, taking the garbage and start to walk out.
“i’ll see you when i get home.” i tell wes, giving him one last kiss before leaving.
“you two fucked didn’t you.” sam said.
“what? no no, she just brought me food.”
“okay okay, enough about that. wes, show us what you did.” fred said, shooing him into the booth.
as wes was setting up, fred pressed stop on the recording button. he furrowed his eyebrows and rewinded, pressing play. suddenly the entire room was filled with wes and i’s moans. the guys immediately started to laugh at the fact wes accidentally caught us having sex.
“what? what’s so funny?” wes asked, stepping out the booth to hear.
his face turned white, stomach dropping.
“such a liar! ‘she just brought me food’, my ass!!” john laughed.
“yo dude, can we use this for the album?” lethal asked, dead serious.
summary: your best friend ryan does a lot for you but he think you don’t appreciate him. after throwing a bday party and not getting your full appreciation, he eventually confesses to you.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut, fake injury & not proof read
a/n: another jackass imagine cause why not :p
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i was home alone, listening to my music when i heard someone knocking on the front door. i mutter to myself as i get up, trying to peek out my bed window to see who it was. i give up and just walk downstairs, opening the door a bit to see my best friend ryan.
“hey ry, what’s up?”
“heard you finally passed your driver’s test.”
“i know, it’s so stupid that i’m 21 barely getting my license.” i laugh at myself.
“not even, it’s perfectly normal. that’s why i came over, i got you a gift.”
“really?”
“yeah, here!” he pulled something out his pocket.
i gasp out once i realize that it was keys.
“ryan..w-what’s that?”
“keys dumbass.” he laughed, waving them in my face.
“why?”
“because you passed! i got a new car so i decided to give you this one.” he smiles.
“oh my…thank you ry!” i jump into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“anything for you, y/n!”
~time jump~
“hi, i’m y/n y/l/n and this is roller derby!”
i got into position, taking a deep breath in before the alarm went off. i started to move, picking up speed as i look behind at the other derby skaters coming up fast. i brace myself for whatever impact i was gonna take. i try to skate towards the left and knock someone down but they beat me to it, elbowing me in the face causing me to fall down. i lay on the ground and groan in pain. the other skaters try to stop but some run into me. i hear the guys shouting for everyone to stop. i hear someone run up to me and touch my helmet.
“y/n/n, can you hear me?” ryan asked.
“yeah i can hear you, ry.” i chuckle.
i spit out my bloody mouth guard, my spit drooling onto the floor. my teeth all bloody as i smile.
“i’m okay! i’m all good guys!” i shout, raising my fist up.
“woooo, y/n took it like a champ!” johnny shouted, laughing his famous laugh.
“here lemme help you.” ryan said, picking me up.
i groan in pain as i stumble up, nearly falling due to my roller skates.
“thanks ry.” i ruffled his blond hair.
i see him softy blush and hide his face.
~time jump~
“hey jeff! is this what i’m supposed to wear?” i shout out to him, my high heels clicking.
all the guys whistle at me as i walk up to jeff, dressed as a magician’s assistant. a very revealing magician’s assistant.
“yup! johnny picked it out for you.”
i turned to johnny who was dressed as a magician, a sly smirk on his face.
“johnny, you dog.” i flirt.
“what can i say, gotta have my assistant hot and ready for my magic.” he winks.
we were doing a prank today where a supposed magic trick goes wrong. we drive over to the venue where we’re holding the fake event. i sat next to ryan who’s acting a bit fidgety.
“you good?” i ask him.
he looks at me with a flushed face.
“y-yeah, i’m doing fine.” he gives me a weak smile, shifting a bit in his seat.
we all pile out of the van once we there, stretching our legs.
“you ready, cutie?” johnny placed his hand on the small of my back.
“ready than ever, baby.” i slap his ass.
he laughs out in surprise and leads us inside. all the poor audience members sit down which means go time for johnny and i.
“welcome ladies and gentlemen, to knox’s magic show!! i have my beautiful sexy assistant here with me, y/n the beauty will you please come here.” johnny exclaimed, a fake presenter voice on.
i walk out onto stage, waving my hand and flaunting my body. everyone cheers and claps, even ryan who’s sitting in the back of the crowd. i look at him and gave him a small wave.
“for our first trick, i’ll be pulling trinkets out of my hat!” johnny takes off his top hat and sets it on the table.
we rigged everything to set it up like an actual magic show. johnny rubbed his hands together before reaching into the hat, pulling out a fake sword.
“ooo, you must’ve been a knight in your past life!” i gasp out, adding little dialogue for the show.
johnny then next pulls out a little bunny rabbit. the audience ‘aw’s’ at the cute animal, it’s white fur very captivating.
“why don’t you pull something out, y/n?” johnny gives the bunny to a cast member.
“sure! prepare to be amazed with my magic!” i wiggle my fingers before dipping my hand into the hat.
as i’m doing so, there’s people underneath placing a fake bear trap on my hand and adding blood. they tapped my hand once they were done which indicated me to scream. i let out a loud blood curdling scream as i began to fall to my knees, pulling my hand out to reveal the fake wound. everyone in the crowd started screaming and standing up. i screamed out in pain, letting out blood curdling cries. i scream out johnny’s name as i shakily lift my hand. he plays along and screams out, putting his hands on his head in distress. the crowd members began leaving the building, screaming in terror at the sight. we had crew members outside to comfort them and let them know it was fake. once everyone was outside, i stopped crying. tears stained my face as my makeup was messy.
“holy shit, y/n…you sold that so well!” johnny laughed.
“thank you, thank you. now where’s my oscar?” i stood up, motioning for johnny to take the trap off my hand.
“you look sexy with your makeup all smudged.” he says, looking into my eyes.
i had absolutely no feelings for johnny, but i can’t lie when i say i’d jump his bones. i just smile at him and play along with his flirting.
“buy me dinner first and i’ll let you ruin it even more.” i wink.
we hear someone clear their throat, our heads snapping towards the person. ryan stood there awkwardly, hands folding in front of his crotch.
“hey, ry! what’d you think?”
“you lo-you didn’t great.” he cut himself off at his original words.
“she was amazing, dunn. and she looks great too.” johnny winked at him.
“y-yeah, she totally does.” his eyes scanned up and down my body.
i watch as he does, giggling a bit.
“hey dunn, get your ass out here we need you!” bam yells to ryan.
he mumbles something before walking off. johnny waits for ryan to completely exit the building before turning to me.
“he definitely had a hard on for you.”
“i’m sorry?”
“did you not see him covering his crotch! he has the hots for you, y/n/n.” he nudged me, wiggling his eyebrows.
“oh stop it, johnny.” i shove him away playfully.
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i cussed at nothing as i stepped outside my car, angry that i had to work on my birthday. jeff called me at like 6 in the morning to come in, which definitely pissed me off. i angrily shoved my keys into my door, pushing it open. i stop in my tracks when i see my walls all decorated.
“what the fu-“
“happy birthday, y/n!!” all the jackasses yell out, jumping out of nowhere with party horns in their mouths.
“guys…what’s all this?” i smile as i look around.
“it’s your birthday so i obviously had to celebrate. what do you think? you like it?” ryan smiles.
“i love it..thank you.” i go up to him, hugging him tightly.
“he obviously didn’t do this all by himself so where’s my hug, baby?” johnny asks, appearing out of nowhere.
“ohh, thank you johnny.” i go and hug him.
ryan watches with jealousy as johnny whispers something in my ear, causing me to laugh. he angrily sighs before stomping away and into the kitchen. i turn around and furrow my eyebrows, looking back at johnny.
“go get him, tiger.” he pats my hip.
i chuckle and place a kiss to his cheek before running off to find ryan. i searched all around the house and finally found him in the upstairs bathroom.
“ry? you okay?” i knock softly.
he swings open the door, an angry look on his face.
“i did all this. i decorated for you and i brought everyone together. and you’re over there giggling all up on johnny.” he rants, face red with anger.
i look at him with confusion before trying to speak but he cuts me off.
“don’t even try to say you weren’t because you always do this! you flirt with johnny while i do a lot for you! i mean for fucks sake, y/n, i gave you my car!” he was about to cry from anger, my heart breaking at the fact that i did this.
“ryan…please..”
“don’t ‘please’ me! i love you, y/n! why can’t you see that?! i’ve been loving you ever since i met you!” he was out of breath.
i stared at him, my heart beating out of my chest. i suddenly move closer to him, connecting our lips together. he was shocked at first but kissed back, walking backwards into the bathroom with me following suit. i kick the door closed as my hands run through his hair, pulling at the blond strands. his hands held tightly onto my hips, bringing me closer to him. he subconsciously grinded his hips into mine, creating fiction to where i need him the most. our kiss was sloppy, practically swapping spit like we were teens. he pulled away, panting out of his plump lips.
“what the fuck was that for?”
“you don’t think i love you either? i mean fucking shit, ry, i do all my stunts with you so we can be close all the time. i go in the same van as you, claiming a spot next to you all the time. i ask you to hold me whenever we watch stunts. i only flirted with johnny cause bam said it’d make you jealous.”
i watch as his face lights up once he realizes.
“i’m so stupid..”
“you are. but that’s what i love about you, silly.” i play with his hair.
“now let’s go back downstairs.” i try to pull away but he pulls me back.
“forget them. you started something that i gotta finish.” he looks down to his erection.
i bit my lip as i chuckle, running my hands up and down his chest.
“thank fucking god you’re also horny.” i mutter before kissing him again.
his hands rested on my ass, massaging my cheeks before pushing me close to him. i clawed at his clothes, pulling on them practically begging for them to be off. he pulled away quickly to swiftly take off his shirt, revealing his tattoos i love. i bend down and press kisses to his tattoos, making him throw his head back and groan. i smirk against him, pulling away to take my own shirt off. this morning i threw on whatever bra i could find, which is why ryan got an eye full of a black lace bra.
“you kill me sometimes, you know.” he groaned.
“how bout i kill you more.”
i kiss him again, slipping my tongue inside his mouth with ease. i explored his mouth, our tongues fighting one another for dominance. ryan pulled my leg up, wrapping it around his waist. it gave him easier access to my sweet spot, the one spot that ached for him. he started to grind against me again, a loud moan echoing into his mouth.
“we got guests downstairs, ry..” i warn him.
“then let’s make it quick..” he pulls me away from him.
he moves to the side and bends me over the sink. i watch in the mirror and he unbuttons my pants and pull them down. he takes in the view of my ass, running his hands all over.
“this sweet ass…” he then slaps it.
i gasp out in pleasure, biting my lip from the feeling. his fingers find their way to my soaked underwear, gently running his tips over my clothed clit.
“ryan..” i whine, shoving my ass back to rub against his crotch.
he wrapped his fingers around the hem of my underwear and pulled them down. my eyes stayed glued to him as he unbuckled his belt, quickly shoving his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. he grabbed his dick, pumping himself a few times before aligning himself with me. with one thrust, he was halfway inside of me. i grabbed onto the side of the sink, my knuckles turning white with how hard i was grabbing. he began thrusting faster, the back of my ass slapping against his thighs and abdomen. i tried to hold eye contact with ryan as he fucked me but it was so hard, my eyes squeezing shit with every thrust. he had one hand on my hip while the other grabbed a handful of my hair. he pulled me back towards him, my back hitting his chest.
“seeing you touch johnny instead of me…you have no idea how fucked you made me..” he gritted into my ear.
i couldn’t even speak, the pleasure over taking my brain.
“i touch myself every night thinking of you..”
the image of him sprawled on his bed, dick in hand as he moaned my name.
“i fucking hated when you’d flirt with johnny. you’re mine. only mine.” his hot breath fanning on my ear.
“i’m yours..” i manage to moan back.
he grinned at my words, giving him more power to go harder. he kissed the skin near my ear, leaving marks all over. i lean my head back to give him space, loving the feeling of his lips.
“i’m so close..so fucking close..” he moans.
“inside.” i croak out.
“what?”
“cum inside.”
he let out a deep groan, hips stuttering at the thought of cumming inside of me. he used a free hand to rub my clit, bringing my orgasm quick.
“fuck ryan!” i scream out right before i suddenly cum all over.
i clench around ryan, making him moan out before cumming. he slowed down his movements, fingertips digging into my hips. i collapsed against him, chest rising quickly up and down. he peppered soft kisses around my neck, brightly smiling as he did. he slowly pulled out, watching as he cum leaked out of me. he grabbed a clean towel off my towel rack, helping me clean up.
“such a gentleman.” i giggle.
“i know i’m a jackass but i’m not a dick.” he tossed the towel to the floor.
he pulled his boxers and pants up, buckling his belt before pulling my own clothing up.
“i’m sorry, ry.”
“it’s okay, y/n/n.”
“not at all. i’m stupid for listening to bam, i should’ve done everything my way.” i slip my shirt on.
“bam is stupid, i’ll say that. but hey, it worked. i got jealous and now here we are.” he slipped his back on too.
“i love you, ry.” i smile softly.
“love you too, y/n/n.” he pulls me into a soft kiss.
“so you meant it when you said you’re mine?” he asked, pulling away.
summary: after a stunt, you helped clean up bam’s wounds and things get heated.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut & not proof read
a/n: back in my jackass phase so now i have more inspo to write 🙏
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“are you fucking stupid?” i ask my best friend, bam.
“a little yeah.” he said nonchalantly.
he just told me he was going to ride his board off his roof for a stunt for a show he’s on, jackass.
“dude, you’re a hundred percent gonna hurt yourself.” i laugh.
“that’s the whole point.” he laughed.
he grabbed his board before climbing up the ladder. his mom, april, was standing with us watching as her idiotic son was climbing his way towards an injury. he stepped onto the roof, foot slipping causing him to land on his hands and knees.
“ahh! be careful, bam!” april shrieked.
i whined at the sight, biting down onto my hand. i’ve watched bam do stupid stunts before but i still get scared.
“you guys rolling?” he shouted.
“we’re good!”
bam set his board onto the roof, one foot on it ready to roll.
“i’m bam margera and this roof boarding.”
he fully got onto his board and began moving. it all happened so quick because once i blinked he was on the ground. april gasped out and immediately ran to him, me following suit. bam laid on the ground, groaning out in pain.
“bam! are you okay? say something honey.” april wiped away the dirt on his clothes.
“i’m good, i’m okay.” he put a thumbs up.
everyone began ‘whooping’ and ‘hollering’ at the successful stunt.
“i’ll take him inside to clean him up.” i offered to april, knowing she’s swamped with things to do.
“are you sure?”
“i’m sure.” i nod, lifting up the man baby i call my friend.
he wraps his arm around my shoulder as i lead us inside and to his room. he hissed in slight pain as we went upstairs, stumbling over his own feet.
“be careful, bam.”
he groaned in response, his dead weight becoming heavier. we finally made it to his room, gently sitting him down on his bed. i chuckled to myself at his messy pile of clothes, noting to clean it up for him later.
“you got a first aid kit anywhere?”
“in the kitchen i think.” he rubbed his head.
i quickly went downstairs, opening almost every cabinet in search for the kit. i finally found it and smiled to myself, racing back to bam. i came back in his room to find him shirtless, a nasty scratch on his chest.
“jesus bam, what did you land in?” i sat next to him.
“april’s flowers.” he cheekily laughed.
i chuckle at his behavior, applying hydrogen peroxide on a cotton ball. i gently pressed it on his wound, a loud yelp leaving his mouth. he grabbed ahold of my arms and groaned out.
“fuck..” he muttered.
my mind nastily wandered places, imagining that’s how he sounds in bed. i nervously gulped and shakily press the ball even harder.
“you should do a stunt.” he blurted out.
“you’re funny. i’ve already said no.” i grab a bandaid from the box.
“oh come on, i feel like you’d be a natural! you’d fit in with all of us.” he reassured me.
“i-i don’t know, bam..”
i look up at him to find him staring at me. his blue eyes focused on my face.
“what?” i nervously chuckle.
“nothing. can i not stare?”
“no you can’t. gotta pay up.” i joke.
“i got something priceless.” he said, speaking low and slow.
“and what’s that?” i eye him, completely clueless.
“stay still..” his hot breath fanned on my face.
he slowly leaned in and i watched him, heart racing and not a single thought in my mind to move. it was like my heart stopped once his lips met mine, softy pressing together. he was nervous too, i could tell with the way he was moving, hands fiddling with one another. he slowly began to move his lips, awkwardly kissing me. i slightly grimaced at this, making me flashback to my first ever kiss. i decided that i didn’t want bam and i’s first kiss to be a dud, so i took over and kissed him properly. everyone knew bam as the annoying and obnoxious punk ass that he is, but deep down he can get shy. he’s talked to me about girls before (after me pushing him to do so) and he was always blushing whenever doing so. but i’d never thought he’d be this nervous and shy to kiss me, he’s always jokingly flirted around with me. he slightly gasped out at my suddenness but went along, one of his hands now resting on my cheek. he pushed my head closer to his, deepening the kiss. my hands ran up and down his bare chest, careful not to touch his wound. i slowly pulled away to catch my breath, bam’s lips plump and red.
“well i’ll accept that payment.” i joke.
i study his face at my joke, no indication of him finding it funny. i gulp once i realize his demeanor.
“go on bam, i know you wanna say it.” i softy nudge him.
“how do you know everything about me?”
“i’m your best friend.” i chuckle.
“i fucking hate that. i have this pretty girl cleaning me up and she’s only my best friend.”
“do you wanna be more?” i say, encouraging him to confess.
“isn’t it obvious?” he blushed.
“why didn’t you make it more obvious? can’t keep a girl like me waiting for someone like you.”
“so you do feel the same?” his eyes wide in shock.
“did i not just make out with you right now?”
“oh..yeah right.”
i giggle and grab out more hydrogen peroxide to put on a clean cotton ball. i grab his face and bring his wound into my view. i press the cotton ball onto it and listen as he whined.
“why do you keep staring?” i mumble, focusing on cleaning him.
“because i like you. i thought we just established that.”
“no, you just said you wanna be more than best friends.” i tease.
“jesus fucking christ, y/n. you just want me to say the words, don’t you?”
“maybe.” i cheekily said.
“i like you, a lot. and i wanna call you mine, punch any guy who looks at you funny.”
“so ryan?”
“i’d beat the fuck outta ryan. i want you.”
his tone at the end of his rant was low and seductive.
“i want you too, bam.”
“then show me.”
“show me you do.” he started to be cocky again.
i roll my eyes, grabbing a bandaid and placing it on his wound. i pack up the kit and set it on the floor, standing up to go and lock bam’s door. i turn around and stare at him as i take off my shirt. i have bruises littering my skin from previous shit i’ve done with bam and the guys. he’s seen me shirtless before but in this context, it made him insanely hard.
“you gonna get undressed or what?” i asked, seductively pulling down my pants.
bam was at a loss for words, stuttering as he clumsily took off his pants. he threw them on the floor, adding them to his dirty clothes. his erection was very visible, something he didn’t care about. he wanted to know i did that to him, how badly he wanted me. i walked over to him, straddling his waist. he rested his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“you okay?” i ask.
“more than okay. can you please touch me..you’re doing this shit on purpose.” he groaned, moving my hips to grind on him.
“calm down, baby. use the magic word.”
“please.”
“please what?”
“fucking shit dude. please, please fuck me..” he whined, bucking up his hips.
i giggle at his eagerness, deciding to listen to the poor man. i grind my hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. he shoved his face into the crook of my neck, pressing kisses to my skin. i felt him nibble and suck on my neck, marking me as his. i moan out at the feeling of his dick rubbing against me. i start to get impatient myself, just wanting to feel him. i get off of him and slid off my underwear, looking as bam gawks at my naked bottom half. he palms himself as he watches me unclip my bra.
“holy fuck..that’s what i’ve been missing out on.”
“i don’t see what i’m missing out on?” i cross my arms, waiting for him to take his boxers off.
i’ve accidentally seen bam’s dick before. i’ve walked in on him changing, pissing and i’ve accidentally stumbled onto some stupid stunt they were doing. so i definitely know what i’m missing out on. he was quick to become naked, leaning back on his elbows. i playfully rolled my eyes as i straddle him again. i grabbed his dick and ran his tip through my slit, spreading his precum with my wetness. he moaned out loud as he gripped the bedsheets with his life.
“shhh, you gotta be quiet bam. your mom is downstairs and the guys are here.” i place my finger against his lips.
“i don’t care if they hear. then they know what sweet ass i’m hitting.”
“i’m the one that’s gonna fuck you, bam.”
“i’m not saying that because-“
i cut him off as i slid down onto him, taking him fully. his body trembled as he fully entered me, feeling me deeply. i didn’t waste no time to start moving my hips, riding him with ease. his grip on my hips was tight, guiding me. he was fully laying down, my hands on his shoulders to keep me up. my boobs bounced with every grind, keeping him in a trance. bam was very vocal, he didn’t give a fuck. he knew the guys were gonna tease him but what’s there to tease? he’s having sex with the hottest girl ever and they’re not. he moved his hands to my ass, squeezing my cheeks and slapping them. i eventually let out my moans, realizing that it’s not embarrassing to have sex. his bed creaked with every bounce, his bed frame probably near to breaking. his hands left my hips and moved to my boobs, massaging them and pinching my nipples. a thin layer of sweat coated my skin, causing stray hairs to stick to my skin. my head was thrown back as i let out moans, digging my fingernails into bam’s shoulders. i bounced even harder than before, way harsher causing the bed to creak more.
“fuck, bam!” i moan out.
he let go of my boobs and held my hips again, lifting me up slightly to take over and thrust up into me.
“you’re so fucking hot. fuck…i can’t believe i waited this long..” he moaned.
he had a look of pure concentration on his face, eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into me.
“i’m so close…” i cry out.
tears slipped down my cheeks as i moan louder. bam thrusted harder and faster, his main point to make me cum. my stomach tightened as i felt my body go fuzzy. i began losing my train of thoughts, only focusing on the immense pleasure. my body felt like it was on fire as i was ready to burst, bam could feel it. he felt my muscle tighten up, me clench around him. and with one more thrust, i came all around him. coincidentally at the same time, bam’s crappy old bed frame broke. i yelp out as i cum, the sudden drop scaring me. i continued to cum as we were practically on the floor. i collapsed onto bam’s chest, catching my breath. i eventually started laughing at our predicament.
“we just broke your bed.”
“i’ve never broken a bed before.” he laughed.
“what can i say, i’m a rough cowgirl.” i push myself up, winking at him.
i carefully got off of him, stumbling up due to my slightly numb legs. i grab a hopefully clean towel off bam’s floor to rid myself of the sweat and cum. i heard bam start moaning again, looking back to see him finishing himself off.
“oh fuck bam, i’m sorry.” i quickly went to my knees and replace his hand with mine.
he tried to protest but the pleasure shut him up. it didn’t take long for him to cum all over, his cum littering his lower stomach and all over his thighs. i lean down and lick it up, wiping him clean after with the towel.
“how much do i owe you for a new frame.”
“nothing at all. this is such a sick reminder that we fucked.”
“you act like we aren’t gonna be dating after this, idiot.”
i get up and grab my clothes, getting dressed again. after i was finished, i threw bam’s clothes at him, laughing as he groaned. i fixed my hair and light makeup, obviously knowing that the guy will tease us but it’ll be one thing less to use against me. i didn’t wait for bam as i left his room, going downstairs to return april’s first aid kit.
“i took your kit, april, hope you don’t mind.” i gave her a smile, shoving the kit back into the cabinet.
“oh i don’t mind swe-“
“you and bam fucked.” ryan spoke up.
“ryan!” april scolded him.
“he’s stating the obvious april! the next town over could hear them!” brandon shouted.
i blushed a little, turning to hide my red face.
“leave them alone! it’s totally normal!” she tried to defend me.
“dude we fucking broke the bed!” bam suddenly yelled out.
“bam!” i yell.
“no fucking way! let’s see!” novak exclaimed, shoving himself out of the chair.
all the guys ran upstairs and into bam’s room. i followed suit to see their reactions.
“you must’ve fucked her good.” raab patted bam’s back.
“i fucked him. so i’ll take the credit, thank you.”
“you think you can help me break my bed?” ryan smirked, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“hands off, dunn. she’s mine now.” bam shoved ryan away from me.
he pulled me into a sloppy kiss to show off but i pulled away.
“ugh, don’t start this stupid shit.” i walked out the room as the guys continued to congratulate bam. guys am i right.
summary: you’re on the yearly summer vacation you take with the beastie boys but this time mike brought his girlfriend, ruining the whole trip for you.
lowercase intended
warnings: not proof read
a/n: finally feeling inspired enough to write. hopefully i get back into writing like i used to because damn do i miss it
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“wakey wakey!!” my friend adam, or as people know him as ad-rock, yells out before jumping on top of me.
“what the fuck adam?!” i exclaim and shove him off.
“yauch made breakfast, everyone’s waiting for you.” he poked my cheek.
i open my eyes to look at him before chuckling a bit.
“i can skip breakfast.” i turn around to avoid his stare and try to fall back asleep but he climbed over me to stare at me even more.
“oh come on, y/n, stop being such a debbie downer.”
“i am not.”
“are to! i mean you’ve barely spent time with us, it’s almost like you don’t exist.”
“good, i’d rather keep it that way.” i mumble.
me, ad-rock, yauch, and mike are on our yearly vacation we take in the summer. we’ve been doing this ever since their debut album took off, a little treat for us. but this year mike decided to bring his new girlfriend (after many arguments about how she needs to be there cause of me) which completely ruined this trip for me. i hate to say it because he’s my friend but i’ve never liked his girl. when i first met her she was instantly snobby and rude to me, eyeing me whenever i talked to mike. and to make matters even worse, i’m in love with mike. i learned this the beginning of the year, deciding not to tell him in fear of ruining our friendship.
“come on..mike misses you..”
my heart skips a beat at his sentence but i calm myself down.
“he has someone to keep him company, i’m sure he doesn’t miss me much.”
ad groaned at my attitude, getting off my bed to grab my blanket. he yanked it off of me, causing me to curl into a ball at the sudden breeze.
“adam! leave me alone!” i scream at him, wide awake at this point.
“not until you eat with us.”
“i fucking hate you, you know.”
“love you too, y/n/n.” he grins at me.
i get up and slip on a hoodie, not caring to get dressed. i wasn’t planning on going out at all today, not ready enough to see mike’s girl practically dry hump him whenever i’m near. ad and i walk down the stairs and into the kitchen which was bursting with conversation. mike’s girl was talking and laughing but as soon as she saw me she instantly stopped. she said something to mike before shoving her tongue into his mouth. he leaned into it and made out with her in front of everyone. yauch uncomfortably shifted in his seat at the sudden intimacy from the couple. he heard us walking and turned around, his eyes begging for help.
“get a room, jeez.” ad spoke up.
she pulled away with a stupid grin on her face.
“oopsie, i didn’t see you guys there.” she used her finger to wipe away near her lips.
i hid my angry expression as much as i could to not start anything. i made a beeline to the food, putting little portions on my plate. i took a seat next to yauch, who gave me a little shove and a smile.
“how’d you sleep?” he asked, taking a mouthful of syrup drenched pancakes.
“not good, there was too much noise last night.” i mumbled, bringing up the fact that mike and his girl were fucking practically all night.
and i knew her ass was loud to rub it in my face.
“sorry, mikey is just sooo good in bed.” she giggled.
yauch made a grossed out face, not liking her behavior.
“baby, stop it.” mike embarrassingly whispered.
i quickly began devouring my food, ready to race back into bed and sleep.
“someone must be hungry.” ad joked.
“nope, just wanna sleep.” i mumble with my mouthful of food.
“gross, don’t talk with your mouthful.” mike’s girl spat.
i glared at her before continuing to eat.
“you’re not going out with us?” mike asked.
“nah, not feeling it.”
“what? you’re crazy, you’re going.” yauch stated.
“no i’m not.” i stood up, empty plate in hand as i set it in the sink.
“we’re going to rocky’s though, we always go.” mike said, disappointment in his voice.
i only shrug and go back upstairs. it’s my own attitude that’s making this trip shitty, and i’m making it shitty for everyone else too. once i get into my room i close the door, leaning against it as tears pricked my eyes.
“fucking stupid.” i mutter to myself.
i heard loud stomps echo throughout the hallway, followed by a door slamming. i think nothing of it and go back to lay down, practically instantly knocking out. i’m suddenly awoken up from my sleep by loud yelling.
“do you even fucking love me, mike?!”
“baby…we’ve been dating for a couple months..”
“so you don’t?!”
“i really like you but we’re not that advanced in our relationship for me to feel that way.”
“oh shut up with that talk! you love her! i see the way you look at her! she’s a slut and bitch who can’t keep her hands off of other people’s stuff!”
“you shut up! she is NOT a slut or bitch! you’ve been nothing but rude to her since day one! i’m sorry penny but this isn’t going to work out.”
“excuse me?!”
“you heard me. you can’t say shit like that about my friends, especially me. so please pack up, i’ll be calling you a taxi to the airport.”
“fuck you! fuck you and your sissy ass band!”
the yelling ending with a loud slam of a door. my heart was racing at the conversation, feeling like i was intruding.
“fuck!” mike exclaim out before a loud thud was heard.
i slowly sat up, not knowing what to do. i wanted to comfort him but i was the reason he just broke up with her. thankfully yauch beat me to it, knocking on his door to comfort him. ad knocked on my door, slowly opening it to check on me.
“you hear that crazy shit?” he chuckled, coming inside and sitting on my bed.
“hard not to.”
“finally he grew a pair.”
“to break up with her?”
“yeah, he’s been wanting to for a while. he told me he didn’t even want her to come, but she fucking guilt tripped her way in.” he scoffed at her audacity.
“this is all my fault. i feel so bad.” i shoved my head into my hands.
“this is not your fault, y/n. he just so happened to be attracted to someone who couldn’t accept the fact he’s friends with a girl. she was too insecure so she took it out on you. it’s unfortunate how you coincidentally began liking him before they got together.”
“that’s exactly it! my feelings are too intense but it’s such a terrible time to even say anything. i’m bursting at the seams here, ad. i just wanna scream that i love him from the top of my lungs.” those tears from earlier coming back.
“give him time. he doesn’t realize it but he does love you too. i’m not blind, i can see he does. yauch can too.”
“you think they’re having this conversation too?” i laugh.
“shit, i hope they are. now get dressed, we’re going out.” he patted my knee before leaving.
i smiled and quickly got dressed. once everyone was ready at near the door, we left to head to rocky’s. mike looked sad but he was putting a fake face on, trying to be happy. i held back my voice, wanting to say something but fighting against it. we went inside the bar/arcade (aka rocky’s) and quickly grabbed a pitcher of beer.
“who wants to go against me in air hockey?” ad asks.
“i’ll murder you.” yauch volunteers.
the two left, leaving mike and i alone. mike sipped on his beer like it was water.
“hey..” i softly shove his shoulder to catch his attention.
“hey..” he looked at me, a sad smile on his face.
“you wanna shoot some hoops? see who gets a higher score?” i nod my head towards the machine.
“only if you’re okay with losing.” he says, a cocky smile on his face.
“you’re hilarious.”
we walked over and i put my coins in. i got into position before the balls were released to me. i grabbed them and shot them, missing basket more than making them. i curse to myself as i realize i might actually lose. the timer buzzed right as i shot my last balls, luckily making it.
“700…baby work.” mike teased.
“oh yeah? let’s see if you can do better.” i scoffed.
“scoot aside, let the winner go.” he put in his coins.
he started his game, basically making every basket. i knew mike was good at basketball but i had faith in myself that i’d beat him. my mouth was agape as i watch the balls swish into the net. the timer buzzed and his score was displayed. 1500.
“light work.” he dusted off his hands.
“hate you.”
“love you too, loser.” he smiled at me, softly punching my shoulder.
i blushed at his words, knowing he only means as friends. he eyes scanned my pink cheeks and my avoiding eyes. the conversation he had with yauch opened his mind to much more, and now he sees what yauch was saying.
“wanna go to the photo booth?” mike asked.
“yeah sure!”
i practically ran there to claim out spot, checking out all the different filters for our picture.
“let’s do this one.” the boarder of the picture had sand all over and little seashells littered.
mike and i got into position, smiling at the camera before it went off.
“okay okay, now a funny one.”
i turned to mike and pretended to choke him, he stuck out his tongue like he was dying. we tried to hold our laughter as the camera snapped, a slight smile on our faces. i moved back to our position, looking at the screen as i fixed my hair.
“i’m in love with you.” mike suddenly said.
my face froze, my heart rate increasing. the camera went off and took a picture.
“what…” i look at him.
“i’m in love with you.”
his eyes scanned mine, hoping he didn’t mess up. i couldn’t find my words nor my breath.
“you do?”
the camera took the last picture, capturing my panicked state.
“yeah. i know it’s weird since penny and i just broke up but…yauch said things. he said things that made me realize a lot. he made me realize that i love you.” he nervously fiddled with his hands.
i put my finger in the air, indicating for him to give me a second. i grab the last of the coins i had on me and put them into the booth again. i click the same filter before watching it count down. i look back at him and smile.
“i love you too.”
his face instantly lit up seconds before the camera snapped. he didn’t say anything but pull me into a kiss. my stomach felt like i went through an intense coaster. my heart ready to burst. the camera snapping our first kiss. he pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.
“yauch was right. you do love me.”
“ad was right too. you also love me.” i chuckle.
the last two pictures were taken, hearing the machine print them outside. we stood up, hand in hand as we exited the booth. stepping out i ran into a tall, lanky man. i focus my eyes and realize it’s yauch, ad by his side. they had our fresh pictures in hand, smiling at the pictures.
“glad you took my advice, mike.”
“can’t believe you were right.” mike chuckled.
“you two look so cute! look at mike blushing!” ad teased in a baby voice.
“oh shut up!” mike punched ad in the shoulder.
“mike and y/n sitting in a tree. k-i-s-s-i-n-g!” ad sang.
mike disconnected our hands to chase ad around the arcade.
“god they’re idiots.” i say as yauch and i watched.
summary: y/n goes to visit john while they record their new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’ and things heat up.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut & not proof read
a/n: i need more ideas to write abt 😞😞
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i knocked on the front door of the mansion, nervous as fuck for some reason. i was here to visit my boyfriend who was making an album with his band. the door swung open and it was anthony and behind him was a camera.
“oh hey, it’s y/n! y/n is john’s girlfriend of what? like maybe 2 years?” he explains to the camera.
“3 years in a month.” i smile.
“lovebirds.” he jokingly cooed.
“yeah yeah, where’s john at?” i wave my hand at him and shove my way inside.
“he’s upstairs i think.” the man behind the camera said.
“probably jacking off.” anthony joked and laughed obnoxiously.
“oh fuck off.” i flick my hand at him and walk off upstairs.
i walk towards his room and eventually heard the soft strumming emitting from it. i quietly knock and the music stops before his door opened. he was shirtless, cigarette hanging from his plump lips. his face lit up once he saw my face, his eyes now gleaming and mouth into a wide smile.
“hey baby!” he exclaimed, bringing me into a tight hug.
“hey johnny.” i press a kiss to his neck, something he loves.
“come in, i’m just messin’ around with my guitar.” he stepped further inside to give me space.
i gladly stepped in and take my shoes off as the scent of cigarettes filled my nose. his mattress was on the floor and his bed sheets were all over. he had a pile of clothes in the corner of his room. i giggled at his messiness, something i miss. he moved into this mansion to record the chili peppers’ new album ‘blood sugar sex magik’.
“you just coming to visit me?” he asked, sitting back down on his bed.
“yeah, i miss you.” i sit next to him.
“me too. i promise i’ll be home soon.” he kissed the top of my head.
i rested my head onto his shoulder as he continued his playing.
“you wanna smoke?”
“i already had a cigarette on the way here.”
“i meant blunt.”
“oh, yeah sure.”
he nodded and stood up and went to his little dresser. he pulled out a baggie of blunts. he grabbed his lighter and lit the blunt. he brought it to his lips and inhaled. he then passed to me and i did the same.
“you have a beautiful view..” i hand him the blunt back and stand up.
i walk up to his window and stare outside, the soft california breeze hitting my face. i’ve always loved the wind so i just stood there like a dog in the sun.
“you make it ten times more beautiful.” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.
he cuddled into me, resting his face in the crook of my neck. his hot breath tickled my neck, making me smile softly. we stood there taking in the sun and breeze, occasionally smoking. john eventually walked over to his vinyl player that sat in the corner of the floor and put on a random vinyl. we stood back in front of the window and swayed along to the music. he’d press little kisses to my cheek here and there, a smile present on his face.
“i love you..” he whispered.
“i love you too.” i whispered back.
he grabbed onto my hips and turned me around to face him. his face is breathtaking, every single part of it. his eyes are a beautiful dark brown, his nose is structured perfectly, the light freckles on his face, and his soft plump lips. those lips. i stare at him, in some sort of trance. he watched as i stared at him, smirking at me.
“you gonna keep staring at me or what?” he chuckles.
i snap out of it and look into his eyes, smirking a little. i lean in and kiss him, slowly and sensually. his big hand went to rest on my face, pulling me closer.
“i’ve missed you so bad…” he mumbles against my lips.
i understood his words and grabbed onto his strong bicep and squeezed. he quickly picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. he walked us over to his dresser but he had couple of beer cans on top. he grunted as he held me up with one arm while he used his other to swipe the cans off. he set me down onto it, never breaking our kiss. he pulled me closer to the edge of the dresser, hands pulling down on my shorts. i helped him shimmy them down my legs and onto the floor with the rest of his clothes.
“johnny…” i moaned out, grabbing onto him.
i usually grab onto his hair but he decided to get a buzzcut, making me miss pulling on his hair but he looks good with a buzz. i gently run my nails down his arms, feeling his muscles tense up at the feeling. john and i made love before but each time it’s always so unique and different. he slid his hand down to my underwear and shoved it aside, allowing his fingers to slid up and down my folds. i shiver at the contact and concentrate on his action. we heard loud laughing coming from downstairs, spiking up my anxiety. i used my foot to try and pull down his pants, eager for him.
“so needy..” he chuckles against my lips, taking a break from the kiss for air.
“please.” i beg.
he shoves his pants and boxers down, revealing his dick. he grabs it and wastes no time to slide into me. we haven’t seen each other in a couple of weeks so we need each other, asap. i moan out loud as he slides into me, throwing my head back. he moans lowly as he starts to thrust. the dresser started to hit against the wall, probably marking it. a rhythmic sound probably sounded throughout the house, alerting the guys to our actions. we heard ‘woops’ and ‘hollers’ coming from them, making us laugh.
“your friends are so stupid.” i breathlessly laugh.
“tell me about it.” he panted out.
he grabbed onto my hips and pulled me even closer to him, leaving me practically on the edge. i used one hand to grab onto the edge of the dresser, squeezing it so hard my knuckles turn white. john presses kisses all over my face, nipping lightly at the skin. i hug him closer to me, resting my forehead onto his shoulder. i was sitting on the edge of the dresser as he held me close. the sweat from my forehead slicked onto his shoulder, adding even more heat to his warm body. john’s hands slowly went under my shirt and to my boobs. he cupped then slowly and began groping them. my boobs fit perfectly in his large hands, like they were made for him. i didn’t hold back my moans, letting them fill the room. i’ve missed this, the closeness i’m feeling with john. the way our bodies practically melt into one another, the way we’re so in sync.
“i love you…” i heard him whisper, lazily pressing kisses to my sweaty neck.
i already know my shirt is soaked with sweat, something i’m not too worried about. suddenly the outside air blew in through the window, making our slick bodies chilled. goosebumps littered my skin as i gripped tighter onto john.
“john…please..” i cry out.
“you feel so good…i missed you..” he whined out.
his pace was already fast but he speeding up. there was definitely marks on the wall from the dresser, i was now falling off of it and john was getting too weak to hold me. next thing you know we suddenly move backwards and fall down. i yelp out in surprise as we land in john’s bed. we didn’t move for a second, looking at each other with surprised faces. we then bursted out laughing, john leaning up to press a kiss to my cheek. i wanted to continue our session so i start to ride him. he grabbed onto my shirt and took it off, throwing it wherever. he watched as my boobs bounced up with every bounce, skin slapping even louder than before. i felt my stomach turn with a certain feeling, my arms becoming numb with adrenaline.
“fuck-“ i gasp out.
i had my head thrown back whole squeezing my eyes shut to prepare for my orgasm. john’s hands roamed my body, groping every inch of me.
~john’s pov~
every inch of her body felt magical. i watched as she rode me, looking like a goddess as the sunlight hit her sparking sweat slicked skin. i felt so lucky to call her mine, so god damn lucky that she’s in love with me and not some other dude. i know she can do better than someone like me but i’m glad she thinks opposite, that she knows i’m the one for her. and i know she’s the one for me
~y/n’s pov~
i felt myself get closer and closer, moaning loudly like i was in some porno. all of a sudden it came crashing down, like a big wave. i halted my movements as i came all over him, placing my hands on his abs to hold me up. i knew he was watching me, studying my face as i came. i let out a deep sigh and sat there to catch my breath, but i knew we weren’t over with. john grabbed my hips and began lifting me up, thrusting his hips upwards as he slammed me down onto him. i whimper as my body becomes sore, throwing my head down as tears slipped down my cheeks. he felt them fall to his stomach, causing his own orgasm to approach quick.
“look at me..” he groaned out.
i listened and looked up, my watery eyes meeting his lust filled ones.
“so…fucking…beautiful…” he said in between every breath.
i knew he was gonna cum soon, his face beginning to contort. he slammed me down harder and faster onto him. i felt myself struggling to stop myself from cumming. i cry out and fall to his chest. he suddenly stops and cums inside of me, something he didn’t think about. he moans out as he fills me up, gripping my hips so hard. i close my eyes and lay against his chest to catch my breath. his chest rose up and down as he also caught his breath.
“you did so good, baby.” he rubbed my back, kissing my shoulder.
i only hummed back in response. next thing you know, the door burst open and in comes anthony and flea. the camera guy trotted in afterwards, pointing the camera straight at us. john was quick to cover us with a blanket.
“here folks is the result of when two people really love each other.” anthony explained to the camera.
“you guys were so fucking loud, man.” flea laughed.
“fuck off.” john spat at them.
“oh fuck john, you’re so fucking big!” anthony faked moaned, teasing up.
i hid my face in his shoulder and lightly blushed. i knew about their antics and i honestly wasn’t mad, i genuinely thought it was funny.
“seriously out!” he was getting mad.
i lifted my head up and looked at flea. he looked understood my face and nodded at me, telling anthony to cut it out. he complied and left the room, the camera man hot on their tails.
“fuck i’m-i’m so sorry..” he muttered.
he was clearly stressed out about the situations
“hey, it’s okay…” i kiss his cheek.
he slightly eased up a bit but not fully.
“i thought it was funny. who cares if they hear us, who’s the one getting laid? you, not them.” i point out.
he chuckled at my words, nodding with agreement.
“i’m such a lucky man.” he laughs in disbelief.
before i could even speak, he quickly perked up. i looked at him puzzled as he slowly lifted me off and stood up. he tossed me my underwear as he pulled up his own. i watched as he searched through his dresser.
“come here.” his back was still turned to me.
i stood up, still naked besides my bra. i didn’t care if the window was open, we were in the woods.
“what’s up?”
in a flash, he turned around and went on one knee. my eyes widened as i softly gasped.
“y/n, you’re the love of my life. i can’t imagine myself without you by my side the rest of my life. you help me through the thick and thin, understanding how my weird brain works. you understand my kinks and how to handle them. and i love you for that, i always will. i was planning on doing this more romantically but i felt like this was perfect time. it would mean so much if you’d say yes to being my wife. so, marry me?” he smiles.
i was too shocked to even speak, hands covering my mouth.
“mrs. frusciante?” i slowly speak.
“yes, to being mrs. frusciante.” he chuckles.
“yes! a hundred times yes!” i exclaim.
he quickly gets up and brings me into a kiss, pulling away to slip the ring onto my finger.
“woooo, congrats you guys!” flea barges in.
apparently they never really left, still secretly recording. i’d be mad but they caught a special moment for john and i.
the guys continued shouting but john and i just looked back at one another, excited to spend the rest of our lives together.
summary: your best friend leaves for tour soon but he comes into your room one night to get something off his chest.
lowercase intended
warnings: smut & not proof read
a/n: for some reason this took me forever to write smh
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i sat at my desk, music playing softly from my radio as i scribbled down random drawings. it was about 1am but i wasn’t tired at all. ‘west end girls’ by pet shop boys began playing, a smile softly appearing on my face. i hummed along to the song, tapping my foot onto my carpet. as i was shading in my drawing, tiny taps overpowered my music. i gasped at the sound and whipped my head towards my window. i let out a breath of relief once i saw it was my best friend mike. he smiled at me as i stood up to let him in.
“mike it’s like 1am, why are you here?” i said, watching as he climbed in.
“can i not see you?” he dusted himself off.
“you should be packing actually, you leave for tour soon.” i shake my head and go back to my desk.
“eh, i’ll be fine. whatcha drawing?” he stood behind me, hands on my shoulders as he peered down at my paper.
“dougie’s diner.”
dougie’s diner was the spot for mike and i. we’ve been going there since we were teenagers.
“man, i bet dougie would hang that up.” he squeezed my shoulders softly.
“i was actually gonna give it to you.” i say, turning around to look at him.
“why me?”
“so you can look at it when you miss new york. so you won’t forgot me, you know.” i sheepishly admit.
“forget you? y/n you’re funny.” he laughs in disbelief at my words, taking a seat at the end of my bed.
“i’m serious, mike. i-i don’t know how it is to go on tour but visiting so many places and meeting so many people, i feel like you’d meet someone cooler.” i shrug, avoiding eye contact with him.
“y/n..come here, sit next to me.” he patted the spot next to him.
i slowly stood up and made my way. he took my hands into his as i sat down.
“i could never forget someone like you. i actually came here for a reason.” now it was his turn to avoid eye contact.
he cleared his throat before taking off his sunglasses.
“i’m in love with you, y/n. i’ve been for so long and i needed to tell you before i leave. something could happen when i’m gone and i don’t want to be stuck with the knowledge that you never knew i love you.”
“but- what about all the other girls?”
“forget all the other girls. you’re the only girl i want.”
i stared at him, trying to read his face. he wasn’t drunk or high, that’s for sure.
“look, i’m not expecting you to feel the same way but i just had to get this off my chest.” he let go off my hands and stood up.
“i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” he made his way to my window.
i watched as he opened it and started to climb out.
“wait!” i exclaim softly.
he stopped and turned around to look at me. i go over to him and pull him in.
“i’m in love with you too.” i breath out.
his face lit up at my words. his eyes scanned my face before kissing me. my heart nearly stopped as adrenaline rushed through my veins. i immediately kissed back, placing my hand on the back of his head to deepen the kiss. his hands rested on my hips and pulled me into him. his body warmth radiated off onto me, making me feel even more fuzzy. i pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“close the window, mike.” i whisper.
he looked a bit confused but listened, making sure to lock it. i reach over and undo my drapes so they cover the window.
“can you stay the night?” i ask him.
“y-yeah.” he nods.
i smile at his words and brought us into a kiss again. this time there was a little bit of spice added, something that ignited my body. i bit onto his bottom lip softly as my hands roamed his body, grasping onto his shirt desperately. he continued to hold my hips but his grip would tighten every now and then.
“y/n…” he mumbled against my lips.
i hummed in response, to preoccupied with him.
“i..i want you.” his breathing was ragged.
i pull away from the kiss to look at him. he looked nervous but my smile reassured him.
“i want you too, mike.” i kiss his cheek.
i pull away from him to go lock my door. my back was turned to him as i started to lift up my shirt, revealing my bra. i heard him mumble something which caused me to giggle. mike and i aren’t virgins, but this still feels like our first times weirdly enough.
“can you help me?” i turn my head to look at him.
he frantically nodded and quick walked over to me. his hands slightly trembled as he unhooked my bra, watching as the straps slid down my arms. i let it fall to the floor and slowly turned around to face him. don’t get me wrong, i was so fucking nervous to be naked in front of mike. we’re opening a new door to a different part of our friendship, we’re expanding it into much more and it was nerve racking. his mouth was slightly agape as he stared at me. i felt slightly embarrassed, moving my arms to cover myself up.
“hey hey…you’re so beautiful.” he grabbed my arms and slowly pulled them away.
“god, i love you so much..” he mumbled.
he leaned down to press kisses on my neck, lightly nipping my skin. i grabbed onto his biceps and squeezed tightly, letting out a soft moan. his lips moved lower down my neck and to my chest, using one hand to softly massage my boob. he continued to kiss my chest, sucking dark purple marks onto my skin.
“mike please..” i moan.
he looks up at me and smirks, removing himself from me. he grabs my hand and leads us to my bed, kicking off his shoes. we climb onto my bed and rest on our knees, face to face with one another.
“are you okay with this?”
“one hundred perfect.”
he takes off his jacket and shirt, tossing it to my floor. my brain then switches its focus to my radio, INXS’ ‘need you tonight’ began playing quietly throughout the room. mike started to undo his belt buckle, frantically as he sent glances at me. i chuckled at his eagerness and pulled down my pants. i left my underwear as did mike.
“so, uh, how do we do this?” he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
“what do you mean?”
“like what position. do i get on top or do you get on top or even maybe like sixty ni-“
“mike.” i blurt out so i could stop his rambling.
i grab onto his face and brought him close to me. we sat there, on our knees basically making out naked.
“just go with the flow.” i whispered.
i slowly lower us down, having him on top of me. he continued our makeout session, his big hands explored my body causing goosebumps to litter my body. one hand travels down to my underwear, lightly toying with the hem. i buck my hips up as whine out impatiently. he listened to me and pulled them down almost harshly. he was impatient too, needing to feel me. i reach down and also pull down his boxers, when i couldn’t pull them down anymore he took over. now we were fully naked. he was using his forearm to prop himself up as he used his free hand to grab onto himself. he wasted no time to align himself with me, rubbing his tip along me to tease. i arched my back a bit and quietly moaned, to which he chuckled at. he slowly slid himself in, groaning at the feeling. he stretched me out in the perfect way, my body going numb and fuzzy. he grabbed onto my headboard as he began to thrust. he was going at a simple pace, not too fast nor rough but not too slow. i bit my lip to keep my moans in, as my parents were sleeping. mike peppered kisses all over my face. i giggled at him as my heart practically melted with love. he stopped at my lips and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. i let out all my moans into his mouth, running his hands all up and down his back. my legs were wrapped around his waist tightly, using my heel occasionally to push him deeper into me.
“faster..” i said into his mouth.
he quickly obeyed and started thrusting faster. my moans got louder as the headboard started to slightly hit the wall. my radio continued playing whatever was on the radio but i wasn’t too focused on that. i was focused on how my best friend, who i’m in love with, is having sex with me. i’ve always felt so much love for mike but i always labeled it as friendly love. but once he confessed to me, everything made sense. i’d be so happy and energetic whenever we’re together, i’d be so upset and sad when he’d leave. whenever we’d call, i’d be so smiley and giggly and i only seemed to think of him. i’ve had boyfriends before but they never lasted because it turns out my heart only belonged to mike. the bed creaked and moved with every thrust. our bodies started to get slick with sweat, it was lewd. we were moaning into each other’s mouth to keep us quiet. mike pulled away to catch his breath, shoving his face into the crook of my neck. i felt him suck on my skin, definitely leaving marks. i ran my nails down his back, definitely leaving marks of my own. i threw my head back and let out a loud moan of mike’s name. i gasp and slap my hand over my mouth, eyes wide. mike moved up from my neck to look at me, chuckling at my reaction.
“you gotta be quiet for me, baby.” he whispers into my ear.
i remove my hand and open my mouth to let out a soft moan. i let a string of small moans out my mouth, which were like music to mike’s ears. knowing that he’s making me moan has him harder than ever. he quietly groaned into the crook of my neck as his hips stuttered.
“i’m so close, y/n..” he moans.
i hum at his words, squeezing my legs tighter around him. his thrusts were fast and the headboard was definitely leaving marks on my wall. i have no idea how to explain this to my parents. mike gripped the bedsheets hard as he felt his release coming.
“d-do you want me to pull out?” he breathed out.
“no.”
“no?”
“i’m on the pill. just come inside me.”
and with my words, he did exactly so. he halted his thrusts as he came inside me, back arched as he did. watching him cum also sent me over my edge. watching as his face twisted with pleasure and his body tremble, so hot. once our highs were over with, mike slowly pulled out of me. he collapsed next to me and let out a long sigh. i moved over to rest my head on his bare chest, listening to his heart beat. he began playing with my hair, staring at me as i peacefully closed my eyes.
“come with me.” he blurted out.
“where?”
“on tour.”
i instantly lifted my head and looked at him. i sat up and he followed suit.
“on tour..?”
“yeah, why not? i mean you can take vacation or something, maybe even quit. i can support you, y/n. we can see so many places together if you come with.”
i stared at him in shock, my mouth agape as i ran his words through my head. his eyes darted all around my face and his smile slowly started to drop.
“mike i-“
“you don’t want to. it’s okay! that’s fine, honestly. i mean i just kinda confessed to you earlier and we’re not officially together so i get it, too sudden.” he started to get up from the bed but i grabbed his arm.
“can i speak, for just one second.”
he sits back down as his full attention was on me.
“you’re right, it’s all too sudden. there’s so many things i’d have to figure out in order to go and plus what would the guys think if you bring me along. wouldn’t it kinda ruin your guys’ image? the ladies’ man having a girl on tour with him.” my insecure side takes over my words again.
“the guys will be cool with it. they know you, they like you. and who cares about our image, i hate what we’ve been known for. drinking all the time and partying all the time isn’t what we wanna do. we wanna make music, make jams. i promise you that you’re the only girl i want.”
“mike…i’ll go with you.”
“really?!”
“yes, really.” i chuckled.
he brought me into a quick kiss, pulling away to hug me tightly.
“but one thing.” i pull away.
“will you be my boyfriend?”
he didn’t reply but brought me into another quick kiss.
“i’ll take that as a yes.” i laugh.
“yes! of course it’s a yes. god i can’t believe you’re my girlfriend now, and you’re going on tour with me, god i’m so happy right now.” he lays down onto the bed and runs a hand through his hair.
“breakfast tomorrow?” i ask, laying down onto his chest again.
“definitely and then we’re gonna pack for tour.” he kisses the top of my head.
