CW: smut! Unprotected PiV (please don’t guys, fun in theory not in practice), nicknames like “baby” and “sweetness,” references to breasts, reader is described as a woman, feminine pronouns used throughout
Synopsis: After Reader and Ryan Dunn have a one night stand, Dunn tells Reader he just wants to be friends. Johnny hears this, and decides he should be the one to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.
AN: okay! Little fic! Little smut! Reader refers to Johnny as PJ because I’ve noticed others do when they’re not in “jackass mode” so of course she would too. I don’t usually write smut but I fear I popped off a bit with this one.
The sun shines down on this hot, muggy Tuesday afternoon. Bam, Ryan, Jeff, and Johnny stand around with a few beers. They discuss the possible outcomes of the stunt they were about to partake in.
“So you’re really okay with branding a dick on your ass?” Jeff laughs, pointing to Bam, who lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.
“No, I’m not o- fucking- kay with that,” Bam laughs, rubbing his forehead with one hand. “But it’ll be fucking funny, so let’s do it.”
The boys cheer as Bam agrees to the stunt. Hearing the laughter, you walk over from your trailer to the group of boys. Smiling, you greet them.
“What’re we over here laughing about?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest casually.
“Bam’s going to get a dick branded on his ass,” Jeff answers, still laughing. You look to Johnny, who nods his head in agreement, then Bam, who groans at the thought, and then to Ryan, who doesn’t seem to meet your gaze fully. Weird.
“Well thank god you didn’t ask me to do this one,” you laugh. “But I definitely want to see it happen.”
“Okay, let’s get everything in order and do it today,” Jeff says, clapping his hands and turning to walk away.
“Wait, today?!” Bam yells, running after Jeff, Johnny following behind them. “Oh come on, Bam Bam!” Johnny laughs.
You let your laughter die down as they run away. You then turn to Ryan, giving him a small smile. “So, your best friend is going to have a dick on his ass… You going to do the brand?” you ask.
“Depends what Jeff wants,” he shrugs, still not quite meeting your gaze. You quirk an eyebrow as he lets out a sigh, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“What are-” you begin, but he cuts you off.
“Listen, (Y/N),” he starts. “I think we had a kickass night together the other night, but I’ve been ignoring you on purpose. I’m sorry, I should’ve just told you, but we’re just better as friends.”
Before you have time to respond or even really process what he said, he walks away. You stand there, eyes stinging slightly as tears threaten to spill.
“Bam is going to regret this stunt so badly,” Johnny laughs, making his way back to you. “Woah, what happened?”
“Nothing,” you say quickly, wiping your eyes quickly. “So who all is in this stunt?” you ask, trying to change the subject.
“Me, Bam, and Ryan,” Johnny answers. “But I’m just going to watch. Ryan is the one who actually is doing the branding.” You nod along in interest, but it’s clear your mind is drifting.
“Do you want to tag along and watch the stunt?” Johnny asks, trying to assess your reaction when you quickly shake your head no.
“I’m actually not feeling too well,” you sigh. “I might head back to the hotel and try to sleep off whatever is going on. See you later, PJ,” you wave to Johnny, turning and walking away before he can interject.
He watches you walk away, eyes squinted slightly in curiosity. He shrugs to himself lightly before jogging off to his trailer, getting prepared for the stunt of the day.
~Later that night~
The clock strikes 10 as you plop on the hotel bed, searching through the channels for something to watch, robe wrapped around your body after your shower. All the boys have been blowing up your phone today, asking where you’ve been, but you haven’t answered a single one yet.
Your cellphone rings, a familiar name popping up on the little screen. You sigh and flip it open, answering with a soft “hello.”
“I’m coming over,” Johnny says. “What’s your room number?”
“PJ, you don’t have to-“ you begin, but he cuts you off.
“Not what I asked,” he says. “What’s your room number?”
“503,” you answer. Before anything else is said, you hear a click on his end, him ending the call.
“Shit,” you breathe, looking around the hotel room. You quickly gather some of your things, trying to make the room look a little presentable. As you throw your suitcase into the hotel closet, a hard knock rings at your door. You open it to reveal Johnny standing there, still wearing his outfit from set. “No time to change?” you try to joke, but you can see his jaw clicked tight.
“It was Ryan, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking to your eyes. “Tell me you didn’t feel sick earlier. Tell me it was because of Ryan.”
“It was because of Ryan,” you confirm, nodding your head, eyes glued to his.
“Tell me it’s over between you two,” he says lowly, breathing a little heavier.
“It’s over between us,” you whisper.
That’s all Johnny needs to hear. He surges forward, hands grabbing the sides of your face, lips locking together. Your hands fly up to grab at his arms, pulling him back with me into the room, lips never disconnecting. Johnny kicks the door closed behind him, the sound echoing through the empty hotel hallway.
“God, he’s stupid,” Johnny mutters in between kisses, lips still touching with every word, noses smashed together. “Letting a sweet thing like you go just like, fucking dumbass…”
He backs you up to the bed, his hands moving from your face to your hips. He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes.
“You are worth so much more than what that man gave you,” he breathes.
“Oh, I mean, it was just one night, no strings attached type of ordeal,” you try to justify.
“No no, listen to me,” he speaks, towering over you still. “He’s a dumbass, baby. Any man who lets you go is.”
“I don’t understand,” you shake your head. “If you feel this way, why are you only now telling me?”
“Because you were off limits,” he admits, rolling his eyes at the idea of that now. “When you joined the crew, Jeff said no playing footsy with the new girl. When you played footsy with one of us first, that rule went out the door. Dunn was just the lucky bastard who got to you first.”
You think back to all the times the boys flirted with you, and you thought it was all in good fun. Never did you imagine any of them were telling the truth. You smile to Johnny then.
“Well then,” you begin, hands pressed to his chest. “Guess you’re the lucky bastard who gets to finish with me, huh?”
Johnny let’s out a groan at your words, moving quickly to crouch in front of you, hands on the back of your thighs, and hoists you up onto the mattress.
“Baby, I ain’t ever gonna be done with you,” Johnny grins, southern accent peaking through in his lustful words.
You watch as Johnny crawls up on the bed, spreading your legs so he can settle between them, the robe falling open at the bottom. Johnny grins up at you, a wicked type of grin.
“Now, sweetness,” he drawls. “Did you know I was coming over? Or do you always hang out in nothing but a robe?”
You blush at his words, forgetting about the lack of clothing underneath the thick fabric. “I- well- I just got out of the shower,” you try to explain, a nervous giggle escaping your lips.
“Mhm,” he hums teasingly, lowering his body onto yours, lips grazing your neck as he dips in. “So I’m just a welcome surprise then?”
“Very welcome,” you groan out, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses your pulse point, teeth softly grazing the flesh. His hands grab at your hips again, this time grinding his hips down and pulling yours up.
“Tell me what you want,” Johnny mutters, voice thick with need.
“I want you, PJ,” you whimper, hands grabbing at the sheets as he grinds against you. “Need you…”
He leans back, looking down at you, smirking. “That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles. His hands move off your hips, moving down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You set yourself up on your elbows to watch him shimmy out of his pants and shoes. Next goes his shirt, thrown somewhere in the room. As he reaches up to take off the cowboy hat Jeff had him wear for the brand stunt.
“Wait,” you reach out, grabbing his arm as his hand grabs the hat. “Leave it.”
Johnny gives a knowing smirk, leaning back down to you. “You little minx,” he teases, lips then locking on yours again. “Baby thinks she’s got a front row ticket to the rodeo.”
You let out a laugh against his lips at that. You push him over slightly, him falling back on the bed, facing up. His grin grows as you move to straddle his lap, robe falling open again.
“I’ll show you a rodeo,” you smile, untying the robe and letting it fall from your shoulders.
“Yeehaw,” Johnny says, hands grabbing at your hips again. You smile down to him, slowly grinding your bare core against his boxers. Now it’s his turn to let out a groan as his eyes roll back.
“Can I?” you ask, hand snaking down his torso to the top of his boxers. He hurriedly nods his head yes, pushing his hips up. You quickly move up as well, sliding his boxers down his legs.
“Wow,” you breathe, watching his cock bounce to his stomach. You grin, reaching a hand and gently stroking him. He lets out a whiny moan.
“Please, sweetness,” he begs. “Don’t tease me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” you smile, positioning yourself on top of him. The world stops as you sink into his length, inch by inch. You both let out a collective moan as you settle at the bottom, completely filled to the brim.
“Fuck me,” Johnny breathes, hands gripping your hips so tight he’s worried he’ll leave bruises.
He reaches a hand up, taking the cowboy hat off his head and putting it on yours. He smiles up to you.
“Giddyup, cowgirl,” he grins, moving your hips for you slightly.
You place your hands on his chest for leverage as you begin moving your hips, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you throw your head back. You move faster, harder, longer than before. Johnny groans from underneath you.
“God, look at you,” he moans, hands sliding up to grab at your breasts as they sway with each bounce. “So perfect for me.”
The room is filled with praises from Johnny mixed with the moans and whimpers of the both of you.
“PJ, I’m so close,” you manage to squeak out.
“I know, sweetness, can feel it,” he breathes. “Squeezin’ the hell out of me…”
As your eyes roll back, mouth dropping into the familiar “o” shape, Johnny's excitement grows. He bucks his hips up against yours with fervor as your legs start to buckle.
“That’s it,” he grits out. “That’s fuckin’ it. Just like that, baby, fuck!” Johnny lets out a yell as he meets his high right in the middle of yours.
You collapse on top of him, chests heaving as you both try to gain some semblance of breath. He wraps his arms around your back tightly, holding onto you like you’ll disappear.
Once you both catch your breaths, he carefully pulls out of you, wincing at the contact.
“Now that is my kind of rodeo,” Johnny chuckles, earning a weak laugh from you as well. The two of you stay laying just like that for what seems like an eternity, talking about nonsense, as Johnny gently plays with your hair.
“I can’t believe Dunn saw that face, and didn’t want to see it again and again,” Johnny chuckles.
“Well, if you’re referring to the face, it’s because he didn’t see it,” you confess. That makes Johnny sit you both up, looking to you like you just told him he was getting branded next.
“Dunn didn’t make you finish?” Johnny asks, voice almost cracking with disbelief. You shake your head no, and he lets out a laugh. “Oh I am so telling the others Dunn can’t make a woman cum.”
You hide your face in your hands as you laugh at Johnny's words. “Please don’t,” you giggle.
“Fine, I won’t,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands and peeling them from your face. “But I’m going to make you cum over and over until you can’t anymore, hope you know that.”
You bite your lip at his words, then leaning forward to steal a kiss. “Promise?” you ask, a cheeky grin on your lips. He then grabs your legs unexpectedly, hoisting them up in the air as you fall to your back, pressing his groin against your wet heat again. You can already feel him growing hard again.
Do you think you can write a story where the female reader is dating one of the jackass guys and the female reader has a little kink for hands and one of the jackass guys doesn’t notice it until one day during a stunt he notices how the female reader pays a little closer attention to his hands so he decides to confront her then TURNS INTO SMUT😛
IM SORRY THIS IS BAD I TRIED! i made this like they're sort of flirts instead of dating, hope that's okay!!
The first thing you notice when Johnny walks into any room is his hands. You’ve known him long enough to see them in action—the way they grip the railing, the flick of his fingers as he gestures, even the subtle calluses from years of stunts. It’s not just admiration; it’s a little thrill that runs through you every time your eyes drift down to them. You catch yourself tracing the shape in your mind when he isn’t looking, imagining how strong they must feel wrapped around yours.
“Hey, you hiding over here?” Johnny’s voice breaks you out of your reverie. He’s grinning like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, and for a second, you freeze.
“Uh, no… just checking out the set,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.
He leans against the railing beside you, and your heart skips. There’s something magnetic about him, the way he carries that reckless energy, like he’s always on the edge of chaos but somehow still in control. You glance down at his hands again—knuckles slightly scraped, veins prominent from gripping the stunt gear—and you can’t stop yourself from imagining them on you, moving with that effortless strength.
Johnny notices your gaze. “You staring at my hands again?” he teases, nudging you lightly with his elbow.
You flush but don’t look away. “Maybe,” you admit softly, the word barely audible.
He laughs, low and rumbling, and it makes your stomach flip. “You’re such a freak,” he says, shaking his head. Then his fingers brush yours accidentally as he passes you a roll of tape, and the spark is immediate, electric. You feel it from your fingertips all the way up your spine.
The day on set moves in its usual chaotic rhythm. Cameras whir, crew members shout directions, and Johnny moves through it all with that unshakable energy that draws everyone’s attention. You stick close, pretending to help with props or handing him water, but really, you’re watching his hands, how they grip the pole before a stunt, the way he adjusts his gloves, the casual flick of a wrist as he jokes with someone.
Every small touch sets your nerves alight. When he laughs and slaps your hand lightly in a playful reprimand for holding a prop wrong, you can feel the heat pooling low in your stomach. You bite your lip to keep from reacting too obviously, but it’s hard when every motion, every glance from him, seems to tease something deeper inside you.
During a break, he sits beside you on a crate, stretching his legs out lazily. You can’t resist letting your eyes linger on his hands as they rest on his knees, fingers curling slightly. He notices, of course. Johnny always notices.
“You like looking at these, don’t you?” he asks softly, tilting his hand so you can see the knuckles and scars more clearly. The teasing in his tone makes your pulse quicken.
“I… maybe,” you whisper, trying to sound casual but failing.
He grins, leaning closer, letting his hand hover near yours, just close enough to make your skin tingle. “You’re impossible,” he murmurs, and you can feel it—not just the thrill of his proximity, but the slow, simmering heat that builds whenever his hands are near yours.
As the crew calls everyone back to set, he grabs your hand, squeezing it briefly before letting go. The touch is fleeting, but it lingers in your mind like fire. All day, you catch yourself sneaking glances, imagining those strong, familiar hands tracing over you when no one is looking.
By the end of the shoot, your thoughts are entirely consumed by him. His hands. How they move, how they feel, and the way he seems to know exactly how much to tease without crossing the line—except in your imagination, where the line doesn’t exist.
You catch him watching you as you walk back to the trailer. His eyes glint with mischief, and you know he’s already aware of the effect he has on you. A small, private thrill rushes through you at the thought. One day soon, you’re pretty sure he’ll do more than just tease. And just the idea makes your pulse race as you picture what might happen when those hands finally get your full attention.
The next morning you’re back on set, and it’s the same chaos you’ve come to expect—props scattered, cameras being adjusted, everyone buzzing with energy. Johnny’s already in the middle of it all, cracking jokes, hyping everyone up, that familiar reckless smile plastered across his face.
You try to focus on the stunt board in your hands, but your eyes betray you the second you see him pulling on his gloves. The leather creaks under the strength of his grip, and the veins along his forearms stand out as he flexes his hands, stretching them before another wild idea takes shape.
You swallow hard.
Johnny catches you. Of course he does. His dark sunglasses slide down just enough for you to see the smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’re not even pretending to hide it anymore,” he calls out, loud enough for a couple of crew members to glance over in confusion.
Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Shut up,” you mutter, burying your face in the clipboard.
He laughs, the kind of laugh that makes everyone else around him grin, but his attention doesn’t leave you. As the crew disperses to set up the next shot, Johnny wanders over, leaning his weight on the crate beside you.
“You know, most girlfriends stare at their boyfriend’s ass or chest,” he teases. He holds his hands out deliberately, wiggling his fingers in front of your face. “But not you. You’ve got a thing for these beat-up paws, huh?”
You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but your pulse betrays you. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re busted.” His voice drops lower, just for you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “I swear, every time I catch you looking, it makes me wanna—” He cuts himself off, grin widening. “Well. Maybe I shouldn’t finish that sentence out here.”
Your stomach knots at the way he says it, casual but heavy with suggestion.
The day moves on, but Johnny doesn’t let it drop. Every chance he gets, he teases you with those hands. Passing you a bottle of water, he lets his fingers graze over yours a beat too long. During a break, he stretches, making a show of cracking his knuckles. When you hand him a helmet, he deliberately brushes his thumb across your palm as he takes it.
By the time the last stunt wraps, you’re wound tight with tension.
Later, when the crew clears out for the evening, you find yourself lingering in the quiet. Johnny is leaning against the hood of a beat-up production van, his hands shoved in his pockets, hair messy, sunglasses gone now that the sun’s dipped lower. He looks relaxed, but you know better—he’s waiting.
“You gonna come over here, or you gonna keep pretending you don’t want to?” he asks, voice soft but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
Your feet move before your brain catches up. He smirks as you step closer, until you’re standing between his knees. His hands slip free from his pockets, and your breath catches automatically.
“God, you’re predictable,” he says, watching the way your gaze drops instantly. He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Say it.”
Your voice shakes. “I like your hands.”
His grin is wicked. “I know you do.” He trails the back of his knuckles slowly down your cheek, and the simple touch is enough to make your knees wobble. “You’ve been staring at them like they’re the only thing holding you together.”
You bite your lip, your breath quickening as his fingers trace your jaw, feather-light, before brushing down the side of your neck.
“Maybe I should put them to better use,” Johnny murmurs.
The words hang between you, thick with promise. His hand slips behind your neck, tugging you closer until your foreheads touch. You can feel the warmth of his breath, the slow drag of his thumb across your pulse point, the tension strung so tight it feels like a wire about to snap.
And just before he kisses you, he pulls back with that infuriating grin. “But not out here. Gotta give the crew something to wonder about.”
He lets go, slipping his hand back into his pocket as he walks off toward the trailer, leaving you breathless, buzzing, and already imagining what’s going to happen when he finally stops teasing and gives you exactly what you’ve been craving.
By the time you make it back to the trailer, your chest is tight with anticipation. Johnny has that effect on you—leaving you wound up, flustered, desperate, but still laughing through it all. It’s infuriating, and addictive.
The trailer door creaks open, and you step inside, the faint scent of cigarettes and leather lingering in the air. Johnny’s already there, sprawled across the couch like he owns the world. He glances up from whatever he’s fiddling with, that slow grin spreading across his face when he sees you.
“Knew you’d follow me,” he drawls. His voice is lazy, cocky, but the spark in his eyes says he’s been waiting.
You shut the door behind you, your pulse pounding in your ears. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice.”
Johnny pats the spot beside him. “Come here, darlin’.”
You move toward him, but before you can sit, his hand shoots out and catches your wrist. The grip is firm but not painful, and the simple feel of his fingers curling around you makes your breath stutter. He watches your reaction with that same mischievous glint.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his knees. His thumb brushes lazily against the inside of your wrist, dragging across your skin like he’s testing how far he can push. “You’re shaking already. Just from this?”
You swallow hard. “Maybe.”
“Maybe, my ass.” He chuckles, low and warm. “You’ve been eye-fucking my hands for weeks, and now you can’t even stand still when I touch you. You’re so easy, baby.”
Your cheeks burn, but the heat in your stomach only coils tighter.
Johnny leans back, pulling you with him until you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your hips, heavy and commanding. You bite your lip as his fingers dig in, dragging you closer against him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost in awe. “All this over a pair of busted knuckles and calluses.” He lifts one hand, holding it up between you like evidence. The skin is rough, a faint scar cutting across his index knuckle, veins rising as he flexes. “This what you’ve been drooling over?”
Your eyes lock on it before you can stop yourself, and he laughs, shaking his head. “Jesus. You’re hopeless.”
But instead of teasing more, he presses that same hand to your cheek. The contrast of rough skin against soft makes your whole body tremble. His thumb drags across your bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly.
“Open.”
The command is soft, but you obey instantly. His thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, and your eyes flutter shut as the taste of salt and skin fills your mouth. You suck gently without even thinking, and the groan that rumbles from Johnny’s chest makes your thighs clench around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s what you want, huh? You wanna suck on my fingers like a good little slut?”
You nod, cheeks heating, your lips wrapped tighter around his thumb. His grin is wicked, approving. He slides another finger into your mouth, stretching your lips around them both, and you moan at the sensation.
“That’s it,” he says, voice roughening. “Look at you. So fucking needy for my hands.”
His other hand slides down your spine, pressing you firmly against his lap. You can feel him hard beneath you, the heat radiating through his jeans. Every shift of his fingers in your mouth, every subtle scrape of calloused skin against your tongue, only makes the ache between your legs sharper.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, a strand of saliva connects them to your lips. He smears it across your cheek with a grin. “Messy girl.”
You can barely catch your breath before his hand closes around your throat. Not tight—just enough to hold, to remind you who’s in control. His thumb rests against your pulse, and you swear he can feel how fast it’s racing.
“You think I didn’t notice?” he whispers, leaning in close. “Every time I touched you, every time I passed you something on set. You were practically shaking with it. I’ve been dying to see you like this.”
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond. The kiss is rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue, his hands framing your face, holding you still like you’re something precious and breakable. Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to anchor yourself.
Then those hands are everywhere—on your jaw, sliding down your throat, gripping your waist, sneaking under your shirt. Each touch is deliberate, worshipful in its own filthy way, and you can’t decide if you want to melt or explode.
“Take this off,” he growls, tugging at your shirt. You yank it over your head, and his palms are instantly on your bare skin, dragging over your ribs, cupping your breasts through your bra. His thumbs flick against your nipples, and you gasp into his mouth.
“God, I love how responsive you are,” he mutters. “I barely touch you, and you’re already soaked, aren’t you?”
You nod breathlessly, grinding down against him.
“Prove it.”
Before you can ask how, his hand is between your thighs, palming you through your jeans. The pressure makes you whimper, and Johnny smirks. “Thought so.”
His fingers make quick work of your button and zipper, sliding into your waistband. You arch into his touch, desperate, as he drags his rough fingertips over your panties. The friction is unbearable, perfect.
“Johnny—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me take care of you.”
His hand slips inside, finally pressing against your wet heat. You moan, clinging to his shoulders as he teases you, circling your clit with maddening precision. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, thicker, stronger, and every stroke feels like it’s pulling you apart piece by piece.
“You feel that?” he whispers against your ear. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for. My hands all over you, exactly where you need them.”
When he slides two fingers inside, the stretch makes you cry out. He groans at the sound, pumping them steadily, curling just right to make your whole body tremble. His palm grinds against your clit with every thrust, and you can’t hold back the shameless moans spilling from your lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You’re gripping me so tight. Bet I could make you come just like this, huh? Just from my fingers.”
You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes—please, Johnny—don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His pace quickens, the wet sounds filling the trailer as he fucks you with his hand. He keeps his eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction like it’s the best show he’s ever seen.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take it. Take my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”
The filthy words make your walls clamp down harder, and you’re spiraling, your body strung so tight it’s about to snap. His thumb circles your clit with ruthless precision, and you break—crying out his name as you come, shaking around his fingers.
Johnny growls, dragging it out, fucking you through it until you collapse against his chest, panting and trembling.
He pulls his hand free slowly, deliberately, and holds it up between you. His fingers glisten with your release, and his grin is feral.
“Look at that,” he says. “All from these hands you’re so obsessed with.”
Before you can recover, he pushes those same slick fingers into your mouth. Your eyes roll back as you taste yourself, sucking greedily. Johnny watches, groaning low in his throat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
When he finally pulls his hand away, he cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is softer this time, almost reverent, but his words are anything but.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “These hands? They’ll ruin you if you let me.”
And the worst part—the best part—is that you want nothing more than to let him.
summary: working at a bookstore can get pretty boring—until johnny knoxville walks in and suddenly you can’t stop looking at him. and maybe, just maybe, he can’t stop looking at you either.
warnings: SMUT, age gap (reader is in her 20s and johnny is in his late 40s), virginity loss, p in v, dirty talk, kinda really fluffy, oral f!recieving, fingering, let me know if i missed any!
Working at a bookstore wasn’t usually thrilling.
Until Johnny Knoxville walked in.
You knew he was coming, obviously—the staff had spent a week prepping for the Q&A and signing event tied to the release of his memoir, Broken, Bruised, and Loving It. But no amount of emails or floor plans or advance copies could prepare you for the real thing: 6 feet of chaos, swagger, and bruised-up charisma in a denim jacket and chipped sunglasses.
He entered like he owned the joint, and maybe in a way he did—half the crowd here tonight was buzzing for him. You watched from the staff counter, silently reciting all the ways you were not going to lose your cool. You weren’t going to fangirl. You weren’t going to blush. You definitely weren’t going to tell him that you used to rewind the “rocket sled” scene like it was your favorite film.
Then he looked right at you.
“Hey,” he called out, pointing from across the room like he recognized you from a dream or a mugshot. “You look like you’ve seen someone fly into a tree before.”
You froze, halfway between setting out bookmarks and forgetting how to breathe. “I, uh… maybe once or twice.”
He smirked and kept walking, but your hands shook for five minutes after.
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The Q&A was chaos in a can. Knoxville told stories like a drunk uncle on a roll—animated, inappropriate, wildly entertaining. He balanced on the edge of a display table, flirted with elderly fans, and mimed multiple stunts with what looked like real trauma in his eyes. The crowd was in love.
So were you, kind of.
Not in the poster-on-your-wall way you’d been in high school. This was worse. This was adult-level infatuation—the kind that came with deeper tension, heavier curiosity, and the unbearable awareness of his mouth when he licked his lips after laughing.
And worse? He kept glancing at you.
Not just once. Repeatedly. Like you were the only calm thing in the whole damn room and he couldn’t stop circling back to it.
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After the signing ended and most people had filtered out, Knoxville lingered behind, sipping from a bottle of water and flipping through a poetry book someone had gifted him.
“Hey,” he said again, sidling up to the register where you were half-cleaning, half-hiding. “You a fan or just immune to weirdness by now?”
You looked up, pulse spiking. “I grew up on your stuff. The old DVDs. The MTV reruns. I watched Jackass 3D in the theater like three times.”
He grinned. “So you’re telling me I was part of your sexual awakening?”
You nearly dropped the pen in your hand. “I—no—what? That’s not—”
“I’m just messin’ with you.” He leaned on the counter, smile wicked but eyes sincere. “Mostly.”
You swallowed. “You want me to get someone to box up the extra copies for you?”
“Nah. I came over to talk to you.”
That pulled your gaze up.
“You’ve been watching me all night,” he said easily, no accusation, just fact. “But not like the others. You weren’t waiting for a selfie. You weren’t screaming. You were just… there. Calm. Cool. Smart.”
You gave a small, breathless laugh. “You got all that from how I arranged a stack of books?”
He shrugged. “I’ve had enough concussions to develop weird instincts.”
A beat passed. You watched each other.
Then he asked, gently, “You seeing anyone?”
You blinked. “What?”
“I’m asking if it’d be wildly inappropriate to ask you out while I’m technically on a book tour.”
Your heart thudded. “Not inappropriate. Just… unexpected.”
He leaned in, voice a little lower. “You’ve got this whole… sweet and dangerous vibe. Like you’d blush if I said something filthy but you’d remember it word for word.”
You were absolutely blushing.
He grinned. “See?”
You hesitated, then blurted, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Worked in a bookstore?” he teased.
“No.” Your voice was soft now. “Like… this. The flirting. The being noticed. The maybe saying yes.”
His teasing eased off instantly. “Shit. You serious?”
You nodded.
He straightened, less wolfish now, more curious. “Okay. Alright. So you’ve been flying under the radar and I’m your first close call?”
Something in his voice made the hair on your arms rise. You felt exposed but not unsafe. Nervous, but not panicked.
“I’m not asking for anything,” he added. “Not tonight. Not unless you want it. I just… don’t meet people like you often.”
You exhaled slowly. “Maybe you should ask.”
His eyes lit up.
“Would you,” he said carefully, “like to grab a drink with me? Somewhere quiet. Somewhere you can still say no to anything you want, but maybe… maybe yes, too?”
Your lips parted, a smile creeping in despite the racing in your chest.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “I think I would.”
⸻
Johnny picked the dive bar like he’d been born in it.
It was tucked three blocks down from the bookstore, half-lit and humming with the low murmur of locals nursing drinks. No cameras. No screaming fans. Just a jukebox, a dartboard, and a worn booth in the back that looked like it had survived a few bad decisions.
You slid into the seat across from him, pulse still high.
“Alright,” he said, shrugging off his jacket. “Now that we’re off the clock, you can tell me what it’s like working at a bookstore full of dusty hardbacks and horny college kids.”
You laughed. “Mostly quiet. A little chaotic during finals. Occasionally I have to stop someone from reading smut aloud in the corner.”
His eyes lit up. “Wait—people do that?”
“More than you’d think.”
“I knew bookstores were kinky,” he said, grinning wide. “Something about all those dog-eared pages and unspoken tension.”
You sipped your drink, raising a brow. “Is that your professional analysis?”
“Babe, I’ve been launched into the air in a porta-potty. I majored in unspoken tension.”
You smiled, but your fingers were still trembling slightly around your glass. It wasn’t nerves exactly—it was that awful, wonderful feeling of anticipation. Like your body already knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet.
Johnny noticed.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low, all the playfulness gone soft around the edges.
You nodded. “Yeah. Just… processing.”
“Tell me what’s in your head. I got time.”
You paused. “I guess I’m trying to figure out why you’re even interested in me. You’re—you know—you. And I’m just… the girl who alphabetizes Bukowski collections and secretly watches your movies on sick days.”
He leaned in, folding his arms on the table, eyes steady on yours.
“I’ve had a lot of girls scream for me,” he said. “A lot of parties. A lot of noise. It’s easy to get lost in that. But you—” he tilted his head—“you looked at me like I was real. Not just a dude in a shopping cart with fireworks taped to his ass.”
You bit your lip, heartbeat thudding.
“And if I’m being honest,” he added, “it’s been a long time since someone made me want to slow down.”
The silence stretched between you, thick with meaning.
You barely noticed the way your hand drifted across the table—until his fingers brushed yours, warm and rough and strangely reassuring.
“I’m not good at this,” you said softly.
“I don’t care if you’re bad at it,” he replied. “I just care that it’s real.”
⸻
By the time you stepped out into the night air again, you weren’t ready to say goodbye. He wasn’t either.
So when he asked if you wanted to walk back with him to his hotel, you said yes.
Not because you were sure. Not because you felt like you should. But because something about him—about tonight—made you feel safe in the mess. Seen.
The walk was quiet. Comfortable. The occasional car passed. The city hummed around you. And Johnny, somehow, didn’t fill the silence with jokes. He just matched your pace and held the door for you like he hadn’t once jumped off a roof for a laugh.
⸻
His hotel room was too nice for someone like him. Sleek. Minimal. Very un-Jackass.
He dropped his keycard on the counter, turned to you, and scratched the back of his neck.
“This part’s always awkward,” he admitted. “The, uh, figuring-out-what-happens-now part.”
You swallowed. “I know I said I haven’t… done anything like this before, but I’m not scared. Just…”
“New,” he finished.
You nodded.
He walked over slowly, giving you every chance to stop him, but you didn’t. You stood your ground as he reached out and gently took your face in both hands.
“I’m not gonna rush this,” he said, eyes flicking between yours. “You say stop, it’s stop. You change your mind, it’s cool. But if you want me to kiss you—”
“I do,” you whispered.
And he did.
It wasn’t the kind of kiss you expected from someone like him—wild, erratic, full of adrenaline. It was slow. Focused. His lips were softer than they had any right to be, his hands steady as they cradled your jaw. He kissed you like you were the only thing holding him to the earth.
You sighed into it, letting your arms slide around his waist.
He deepened it just a little—just enough to make you feel it in your knees—before he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.
“I could get used to that,” he said, voice rough.
You smiled, heart pounding. “So could I.”
His lips were still brushing yours when you whispered, “I want this.”
Johnny paused.
Not because he didn’t believe you. But because you were trembling just enough for him to feel it through your clothes.
He pulled back slowly, resting his hands at your hips, like he was anchoring himself there. “You sure?”
You nodded, heart pounding in your throat. “I’ve thought about it before. Not just… sex. But with someone who makes me feel something.”
He gave you a small, crooked smile. “And I make you feel something?”
You laughed softly. “Johnny, you make me feel everything.”
That grin faltered for a second, replaced with something deeper—something almost reverent.
He kissed you again, slower this time. No urgency. Just the weight of possibility passing between you.
Then he whispered, “Let me take care of you.”
You found yourself being guided gently toward the bed. Johnny’s touch never rushed, never forceful—just steady, warm, patient.
“You good?” he asked, hands pausing at the hem of your shirt.
You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah. I trust you.”
That did something to him. You could see it in his eyes—how careful he became. Like the weight of that trust mattered more than anything.
He tugged your shirt over your head, pausing only to kiss the bare skin just above your heart. Then he let his hands drift down your arms, eyes tracing every inch like he was memorizing you.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, like it wasn’t even a question.
Your breath hitched. “You’ve probably said that to a lot of girls.”
“Yeah,” he admitted, kissing the top of your shoulder. “But never like this.”
His fingers worked at your jeans, slow and precise, giving you time to breathe, time to change your mind—but you didn’t want to. You wanted to see where this went.
He kissed every inch of exposed skin as he helped you out of them, his palms firm but gentle at your hips, down your thighs.
When you stood in front of him in nothing but your underwear, he stepped back just slightly, looking you over with genuine admiration.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “How the hell am I supposed to behave now?”
You bit your lip. “Maybe don’t.”
That made him laugh, low and warm, as he reached for the hem of his own shirt. You watched, spellbound, as he peeled it off—revealing that lean, wiry frame you’d seen a hundred times onscreen, now real and right in front of you.
Faded bruises. Scars. Tattooed chaos.
And still, something soft in the way he looked at you.
“C’mere,” he said, pulling you close again, skin to skin.
The first time his chest pressed against yours, you gasped at the heat of it, the feel of him—all bone and muscle and heartbeat.
He kissed your temple. “Still okay?”
“Yes,” you breathed. “Don’t stop.”
The bed dipped beneath you both as he climbed in, settling beside you instead of over you. His touch stayed exploratory—not demanding.
“You nervous?” he asked quietly, fingers tracing your ribs beneath the curve of your bra.
You nodded. “A little.”
“I’ll talk you through it,” he murmured, kissing your jaw, then your neck. “No pressure. No rush. Just me, and you, and this.”
Your fingers dug lightly into his back as he moved lower, lips trailing warmth down your collarbone.
He whispered everything he was doing—where he was touching, why—like a guided meditation with a dirty mouth. And God, it worked. It grounded you. Made you feel like this wasn’t just happening to you—it was something you were doing together.
When his hands slid beneath your bra and cupped your breasts, he groaned softly into your skin. “You feel even better than I imagined.”
You tilted your head, flushed. “You imagined this?”
“Babe,” he said, grinning into your cleavage, “I’ve been imagining it all day.”
You laughed, breathless, as he undid the clasp and tossed your bra aside.
Then he paused, just for a second—eyes meeting yours—before he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.
You cried out softly, hips twitching at the sudden spike of pleasure. He groaned at the sound, sucked a little harder, then switched to the other side, hand trailing down your stomach.
“Still good?” he murmured.
“Yes,” you gasped.
He smiled against your skin. “Then hold on, baby. ‘Cause I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
“Relax,” Johnny whispered as his hand slid down between your legs. “Let me feel you.”
You were already soaked, the cotton of your underwear clinging to you in a way that made him groan against your neck.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, pressing a kiss beneath your jaw. “You’re so wet. You been holding onto this for a while, haven’t you?”
You couldn’t speak—could barely think. You just nodded, hips rocking into his palm.
He touched you through the fabric first, slow. The pad of his finger traced the shape of you, finding your clit with practiced ease. He didn’t rush—just circled, barely-there pressure, teasing you until your thighs started to shake.
“You’re doing so good,” he said softly. “Let me take these off, baby.”
You lifted your hips and let him slide your underwear down your legs. When you were finally bare beneath him, he took a second—just looked—and exhaled like the sight physically did something to him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, fingers dragging gently through your folds. “All of you.”
Then his mouth replaced his hand.
You gasped—loud—as he licked a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, then did it again, like he needed the taste.
“Oh my God—” you panted, hips lifting.
He grinned against you. “You taste even better than I imagined. Think I could stay here all night.”
And he almost did.
His tongue moved in slow, teasing patterns, sucking and flicking until your moans filled the room. He didn’t rush your build-up—just watched you unravel, voice full of praise every time you whimpered his name.
When you started to tighten, he slowed down.
“Not yet,” he said, voice gravel over honey. “I wanna be inside you when you come.”
You blinked up at him, dazed and trembling. “Are you sure? I—what if I’m not good?”
He smiled, the kind of soft, warm grin that made your chest ache. “There’s no such thing as bad when it’s real.”
Then he kissed you—deeply, like you hadn’t just had his mouth on you seconds ago—and when he pulled back, you felt stripped down to your soul.
“Okay,” you whispered. “I want you.”
He reached into the nightstand, rolled on a condom, then came back to you—slower this time, gentler. He hovered above you, arms caging your head, eyes locked on yours.
“I’m gonna go slow,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll stop.”
You nodded.
Then he pushed in.
Your breath caught—stretch, pressure, a little ache—and your hands fisted in the sheets.
Johnny didn’t move.
He just kissed your jaw, whispered praise, waited until your muscles stopped clenching around him. He was warm, solid, grounding.
“You okay?” he asked again.
You nodded, slowly. “Yeah. Just… full.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah, baby. You’re perfect like this.”
When he started to move, it was so slow—shallow thrusts, hips rocking just enough to make you feel everything. His hand found yours and laced your fingers together, grounding you.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured. “you’re taking me so well.”
You moaned at the words, and he grinned. “Oh, you like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” you gasped.
“Good. ‘Cause I’ve got a lot more where that came from.”
He began thrusting a little deeper, the stretch easing now, your body melting beneath him. The ache had turned into something else entirely—hot and thick and needy.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he said, voice low and strained. “Can’t believe this is your first time. You feel like a fucking dream.”
You whimpered, pulling him closer. “Johnny—please—”
“I got you,” he promised. “Let go for me. Wanna feel you come on my cock.”
It hit like a wave—your orgasm crashing through you, sharp and sweet, clenching around him until he groaned deep in his chest and buried himself to the hilt.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You feel so good—I can’t—”
He followed with a loud, broken moan, hips jerking once, twice, then stilling.
He stayed inside you for a while, kissing your cheek, your temple, brushing your hair back from your sweaty face.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“Yeah,” you whispered, still dazed. “I feel amazing.”
He pulled out carefully, kissed your knee, then got up to grab a towel and clean you gently.
You watched him move—naked, sweet, ridiculously tender—and felt something deeper than lust settle in your chest.
When he came back, he crawled under the sheets and pulled you into his arms without a word.
You curled into his chest, fingers tracing the ink on his ribs.
“Thank you,” you said quietly.
He looked down at you, brow furrowed like you’d said something wild. “For what?”
“For being so…” You trailed off, searching for the right word. “Kind.”
His grin was soft this time. “Hey. You made it easy.”
You fell asleep on his chest, his arm around you, his fingers idly stroking your spine. For a man who once got punched by a bull on camera, he held you like you were made of glass.
And maybe, just maybe, you’d let him do it again tomorrow.
Paring:Johnny Knoxville x Fem Margera!Reader, Bam Margera x Littlesister!Reader
Summary: If there was one thing Bam Margera loved more then skateboarding and doing death defying stunts, it was his baby sister Y/n, so he had one rule for his Jackass friends...His babysister was off limits! Well Johnny Knoxville ignored that rule...
Warnings: Fluff! Johnny in love! Implied smut, talks of nude photos, talks of playboy, humor, angst,lots cussing like more then I normally put bc Bam swears ALOT!
As always thank you to my writing right hand@anniearmitage
A/n: The first installment to my new Johmmy Knoxville universe: The playmate and the Jackass! Story takes place when Jackass number 2 is being filmed but I made the time where it comes out in 04 instead of 06 and I used a stunt from Jackass 3. The Viva La Bam prank war episode is a major part of the story but i added to it! And because the story takes place during an episode im trying something new... anything in bold is gonna let you know that its being filmed by the crew! And im gonna try to make it like youre watching it while reading it! Very losely editing because tumblr was acting up!
Growing up with Bam as your big brother it was...well interesting! And really downright exhausting at times! Yep everything you see on TV is 100% him! Yep the pranks and antics all him! But even with all the pranks and all his craziness he was your big brother and you loved him properly more then anyone! Being only 13 months apart made the 2 of you thick as thieves!
Dont know how it happened but thanks to your brothers antics and success with movies like Jackass and his show Viva la Bam, your last name Margera had become a household name! And that that was fine with you because it meant it opened up doors that otherwise would have stayed closed! Thanks to your last name and Bam of course, Mr.Playboy himself Hugh Hefner had given you a chance and now you were 2004's playmate of the year! You had done countless adds and runway shows and had apeared in a few onscreen roles! Yep thanks to your brothers willingness to stupid and almost kill himself you had the career you always dreamed of!
But the best thing your older brother ever did was introduce you to the love of your life, yep the biggest Jackass of them all the one and only Johnny Knoxville! You and Johnny met 4 years ago in September 2000 when him and Jeff brought a film crew to West Chester to begin the first season on Jackass you were almost 21 and he was 29 and the two of of you were smitten from the first hello and handshake!
But Bam always had a rule when it came to you and after hearing all the guys make comments about how hot you were he was quick to let them know it..."My sister is off limits! I will beat the fucking shit out of any and all of you if you try anything! I fucking mean it assholes I dont play when it comes with Y/n, ill kill for that girl"
The funny thing was he was looking at Steve-O when he set the rule, not even thinking the leader of their group was the one who had heart eyes for you and you for him!
You and Johnny fought it for over 2 years never crossing that line(maybe tap dancing on the time but not crossing it) not just out of respect for Bam but the whole group. But you both found out the heart wants what the heart wants and nothing could stop fate!
February 2003:
You had just shot your cover for your first playboy issue and decided to visit your brother on the set of the stunt he was doing for Jackass number 2!
When you walk onto set you see Johnny and wee man dressed in cop uniforms and the others in prisoner uniforms and you just shake your head "I dont even wanna know" you say getting their attention
"Y/N!" They all yell
You greet everyone with hugs and kisses on the cheek, you save Johnny for last and of course your hug with him lingers longer then the rest of the guys and your kiss was closer to his lips then the center of his cheek "you look beautiful by the way baby" he whispers resting his hands on your hip and making you blush at the nickname "did ol Knoxville make you blush" he tease
"When don't you make me blush"
"I cant wait to see the issue" he winks
"Who says you have to wait for it to come out" you flirt back taking him by surprise
You were in just a pair of jeans shots, one Bam's CKY shirts you had stolen and your pink chuck taylors but your hair and makeup from the shoot its what you called your girly skater look.
"No teasing Miss Margera"
"Just say the word Mr.Knoxville-"
"Oh look whos here" Bam says cutting you off coming up behind you and Johnny making you pull apart and giving you a hug then he looks down and notices your well his shirt "thats my fucking shirt!"
"Yeah I know I took it from the dryer before I left a few weeks ago" you smile
"Well at least youre wearing fucking clothes" he mumbles and kisses your cheek.
"Ummmm for your information I shot my cover today so I wasnt naked today! All the good stuff was covered" you tell him making him roll his eyes
"So Bam how do you feel about your little sister being a centerfold" Chris ask making Bam roll his eyes
"I fucking hate it so bad! And none of you fuckers better buy the issue!" Bam says
"Oh dude I already got like 100 copys pre ordered and like 10 bottles of lotions and tissues ready" Steve-o says sending you a wink "unless I can get a private showing" making you shake your head in amusement.
"Im getting mine blown up and framed" weeman laughs
"Im putting mine in a frame beside my bed" Chris says blowing you a kiss
You roll your eyes and shake your head at their comments knowing they mainly made the comments to get under Bam's skin and it worked everytime! Well Steve-O always meant them he always had a thing for you and he was very vocal about it!
"So what do you say y/n" Steve-O says slinging his arm around your shoulder "you up to give me a live show then I won't need the tissues and lotion"
"You all need to shut the fuck up! Shes off limits!" Bam says raising his voice
"You let them bother you to much Bam, they they only make the comments to get under your skin"
"well it fucking works! f I gave these fuckers the okay they'd all be on you faster then Vito at a buffet! Especially that one!" He points to Steve-O who still has his arm around your shoulder
"Awwww dont worry BamBam" you say in a baby voice giving him the nickname only he lets you use "your buddies couldnt handle me" then remove his arm from your shoulder and patting his cheek
"Oh baby I could handle you, I'd make you fall in love after one night" he flirts
Out of the corner of your eye you see Johnny's jaw twitching making you smile to yourself
"Sorry to break it to Steve-O but I already got my eye on someone" you say cutting your eyes at Johnny who was fighting back a smile
"Who?!" Bam demands going into big brother mode.
"None of your business that's who"
"Y/n Y/m/n"
"Brandon Cole"
You and Bam stand there in a staredown with everyone laughing behind you, before Bam breaks first!
"Whatever dont tell me! so you gonna watch the stunt"
"Yeah but what the hell are you guys doing?" you ask
"Its called electric avenue! and these dumbasses are gonna get hit with 15 tasers and four cattle prods" Johnny explains with a big smile on his face
"How are you not all not dead!?"
Bam just rolls his eyes "cuz we're fucking awesome little sis! You coming to watch or not"
"Yeah let me go put my stuff down in a trailer" you say then look over at Johnny "Can I use yours please? I dont trust the rest of these fuckers i have to many playmates in my phone"
"I wouldnt trust us either" Chris says laughing
"You can trust me y/n...you're the only playmate I have my eye on" Steve-o says winking
"Yeah come on sweetheart" Johnny says jaw twitching again and placing his hand on your lower back then looks at the crew "finish getting everything set up"
His trailer was on the other side of set so it was a bit of a walk so you both filled the silence talking about your cover shoot and bitch about Bam.
He could listen to you talk all day and never get tired of it whether it was about your hobbies, your work bitching about Bam or just needed someone to talk to, he just loved hearing you talk!
And you loved he actually listened and made you feel heard and seen! There were countless times over the last 2 years you called him upset neededing someome to talk to and he always picked up, no matter the time, what he was doing or who he he was with. He was the same way about meet up with you, even blew off a date because you asked him to hang out.
"Want some water or a beer or something" he ask when you get to the trailer
"Waters fine thank you"
He hands you a bottle from the fridge and even opens it for you which makes you smile
"Such a gentleman Knoxville" you tease making his blush "you look cute with that uniform on"
"Wait til you see the mustache and aviators" he winks making you smile
"So you ever gonna let me do a stunt" you ask with a smirk over your water bottle.
"Absolutely not sweetheart! Way to dangerous for you"
"I can handle it, have you forgotten who I grew up with and what Ive had to deal with? Or I once broke my arm doing a stunt Bam talked me into for their CKY videos"
"No I havent babycakes" he laughs making your face light up at the nickname
"I like that nickname" you smile
"Oh you do huh" he says in a low voice stepping closer placing his hands on your hips making you blush
"Very much"
"Youre beautiful you know that? Especially when you blush" he says pushing some falling hair from your face
"Well youve always made me blush! The new nickname is just the sweet cherry on top"
"Well thats what ill call you from now on! You'll be ol Knoxvilles babycakes"
"I could get use to that" you smile
"Oh really" he says leaning closer to you testing the water and making your breath hitch something he notices right away "do I make you nervous babycakes" he whispers
"In every good way possible Knoxville" you whisper back getting closer
"So am I that someone you have youre eye on"
"Since the say we met" you whisper with soft eyes
Johnny looks down at your lips then back to your eyes fighting with every once in him not to kiss you before running his hand down your face softly "you're all i think about you know, and have since the day we met"
"I feel the same Johnny"
"Fuck its getting so hard to fight it when all I want is you, 2 fucking years of having to keep my distance, watching you go on dates, being with other guys that arent me, it killed me everytime"
"I haven't been with a guy in over a year and I only gave one of those guys a second date" you tell him making him look at you in surprise
"Really? Why?"
"They werent you" you say simply and truthfully looking up at him making face soften even more a smile tugging at his lips "I tried to go on more dates but when it came time for a second one I backed out and stopped trying. Figured if I couldnt be with the guy I really wanted what was the point"
"I did the same thing. No dates, I stopped taking girls home about a year ago, I mean I was only doing it to try to forget you and it still didnt work! Nothing has worked." he says.
Johnny takes a deep breath before getting the courage to continue knowing once he says what he's been holding in for 2 years it was gonna change everything!
"Y/n I swear I fell in love with you the second you walked downstairs that day wearing those white and pink pajamas pants and poka dot shirt, your down and hair wet, yelling at Bam for breaking your new hair dryer giving zero fucks there was a room full of people you never met. And the last 2 years have been hell not being able to have you"
"You love me?" You say tearing up
"So fucking y/n you have no idea!" He says gently running his hand down your face "you are perfect in every way and I have never felt this way and you dont have have to say-"
"I love you too" you cut him off "I have since I met you I never believed in love at first sight til that day"
"I dont know if I can fight it anymore, not when the thing I want most in this world, the woman of my dreams is standing right in front of me telling me she feels the same" he whispers leaning his forehead against yours
"So stop fighting it"
Hearing your words Johnny waste no time pulling you closer and crashing his lips on yours! He slips his tongue past your lips in a needy headed desperate kiss that made your toes curl. His hands are everywhere on your body and in your hair.
That kiss told both of you everything you already knew...this was the last first kiss for both of you!
He moved from your lips to your neck pulling a moan from your lips and it was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard and his already hard member grows even bigger.
"You sound fucking beautiful! You are beautiful" he says against your neck
"I want you so bad Johnny"
"I want you too doll so fucking bad...but the first time I have you its not gonna be rushed! Its not gonna be a quick fuck...not with you! I wanna take my time with you make you mine fully"
As frustrated as you were now that you finally got a taste of him he was right! Your first time with him wasnt gonna be a quick fuck, you wanted him properly!
"Dont go out with the guys tonight come to my place"
"Dont bite off more then you can chew babycakes you're not gonna be able to walk for a week! Im gonna ruin you for any other man" he says pulling away
"You had me ruined from the second we met" you tell him making him smile
"I feel the same way baby! And now that I have you Im never letting you go, not ever I promise! You'll be my own personal centerfold" he says making you laugh
"Told you, you didn't have to wait for my issue to come out"
That night while your brother and the other Jackass guys went out to the bar, Johnny came over! His lips were on yours the second you opened your apartment door "Hope you don't have other plans because I'm about to make good on my promise and by the end of the night you're gonna be mine"
"I already am Knoxville, now take me to bed"
"Yes ma'am" he says his southern accent coming out
That was the night when your relationship began!
One year later: March 2004
You and Johnny have been together for just little over a year and you both couldnt have been happier! It was definitely the best relationship you had ever been in! Johnny was the most loving, thoughtful, trustworthy respectful guy you had ever been with! And lets face it the sex is A-MAZ-ING!
He was supportive about your career which in a way surprised you seeing as most men wouldnt like their girlfriend posing nude for all the world to see but it was kind of a turn on for Johnny and his words...
"Other dudes may get to look on paper but I'm the only one in the world who gets to see the real thing and get touch, kiss, and taste you"
Your relationship was hard to hide from Bam especially since you were both in the public eye and almost always had cameras on you whether that be for a show or the paparazzi, but you manged. And it really got hard when you moved in together, you had to keep your apartment for appearances and that was getting old! Oh did I mention the two of you got married a few weeks ago? Yeah that made things harder too!
The only person you told about your relationship was your best friend Holly Madison. I mean she was there for you impromptu Vegas wedding!
You and Johnny had no secrets and told each other everything! You were the first one he told when he landed the role of Luke Duke for the new Dukes of Hazzard movie and he was the first person you told when you got the news you were gonna be playmate of the year, he was almost more excited then you were!
"Baby you home!" You yell happily walking into your shared LA apartment running into the livingroom
"Yeah I'm here babycakes, whats up" he barley gets out before you jump in his arms taking him by surprise almost knocking him over "woah you that happy to see me baby" he smiles when he catching you
"I got playmate of the year" you blurt out
"Oh my God! Baby are you serious!" He says wide eyed and smilimg
"Yes!" You squil
"My wife! The love of my fucking life is fucking playmate of the year! I am so happy for you!" He says before smashing his lips onto to yours and spinning you around making you laugh "Baby I am so proud of you! You have worked your fucking ass off!"
"Thank you baby"
"Have you told your folks yet or Bam?"
"Nope you are the first person I told! I was thinking about making a trip to tell them in person,"
"That sounds fun baby" then he sees your face kinda drop
"Whats wrong baby" he ask putting you back on the ground
You take a deep breath "I get a special luncheon in my honor, and I get 5 guest and one of them is gonna be you but-"
"Bam has to know about us"
"And our marriage, it's time" you say looking up at him
When you and Johnny got together you agreed to keep your relationship a secret since they had just started filming the 2nd Jackass movie, not waiting to cause tension between the two, which could put the movie in jeopardy.
"Baby Im ready for the world to know I love you and I mean i did give you my last name" he smiles "even if it gets you punched" you joked
"We both know its coming baby and I am sleeping with his sister so I probably deserve it" he says laughing
"Well theres another reason I need Bam to know well 2 more things..."
"Oh my God are you pregnant" he says lighting up like a Christmas tree
"No but if we keep fucking like rabbits without a condom I will be soon" you laugh "first reason is I get to have one person escort me on stage and I kinda already gave Hef your name" you smirk
"You picked me? You dont want your brother or one of your parents to"
"Nope I want the love of my life, my husband Mr.Jackass himself up there with me for my special moment"
Johnny smiles and smashes his lips onto yours "I love you babycakes" he says against your lips
"I love you too" you say
"And the second reason"
"I told Hef about us because, well I asked him to introduce me at the lunch as Y/n Margera-Knoxville and...its going on the cover"
"So the whole world is gonna know soon!" He smiles then throw you over his shoulder "what are you doing" you laugh
"Im gonna fuck the new playmate of the year... Y/n Margera-Knoxville"
A few weeks later you are on a plane to West Chester to visit your brother and parents and tell them about Johnny, while your was in New York on business, but he was gonna be there the next day and not to tell anyone...if you only knew what hell that was gonna be!
****
-"Me and Dunn are here at the airport in Philly to pick up my little sister Y/n who as you all know is in playboy so we made her these to welcome her home"
-"Dude shes gonna kill us for these signs"
-"I know" Bam laughs "oh shit there she comes" he says and they both hold up their signs
-"Oh my God! Put those down now!" You say when you see the signs
-"Hey baby sister" Bam says pulling you into a hug
-"Hey jackass" you greet back then move on to Dunn.
-"You do have a nice rack y/n"
-"Shut up Dunn"
-"Lets get you home Ape is making you a welcome/congratulations dinner"
-"Yummy I miss moms cooking!"
-"Well we better get home before Vito eats it all"
On the way to the house thankfully the film crew wasnt with you so you send Johnny a text...
Y/n: I made it baby in the Hummer with Bam and Dunn on the way home! Ill call you later I promise! I love you
Johnny: Im glad you made it safe doll! I love you too ill be looking forward to your call! Be careful!
When you pull up to Bams house you are greeted with a big signs and your parents your uncle and the rest of Bams crew.
"Ohhhh my baby is home!" Your mom says running to hug you "I missed you so much"
"I missed you too mom" you say hugging her back then move on to your dad
"Daddy!" You say hugging him
"Hey bumblebee! Im glad your home for awhile" Phil says
"Yeah me too, I love LA but nothing beats West Chester"
"Yo why didn't you bring any playmates whats the point of my niece being a bunny if you cant bring me playmates when you come home"
"Because Vito none of them like you, they all think your creepy old perv!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Vito all they playmates hate you"
He says something in gibberish you cant understand but when can you ever understand him? You can walk by him rolling your eyes making your way to the kitchen to make you a plate of food, while Bam starts messing with him...
Good to be home!
"So before you guys go start doing dumb shit i have some exciting news" you say getting everyone's attention after dinner
"Whats up little sis"
"You are looking at your 2004 Playmate of the Year!"
"OH MY GOD! REALLY! OH MY GOD" your mom yells with so much excitement.
"Dude thats awesome! Not thrilled my baby is gonna be being fucking naked again for the world to see but its awesome! Congrats!"
"Thats amazing bumblebee! So whats it all entail"
"Well I get a brand new car of my chosing with any customs i want, an all expensive paid vacation including shopping to anywhere in the world, a new pictorial and cover with all creative rights well with Hefs approval of course and ready for this...a million dollars!"
"Thats fucking awesome! I know ive given you shit about the playboy stuff but I am really proud of you" Bam says pulling you into a big hug
"I think I speak for us all us when I say congratulations and we are all extremely proud of you sweetheart"
"So when's the big shoot little sis".
"The shoot in about 6 weeks and you are gonna love one of the themes and the cover BamBam"
"Oh what is it" Ape ask
"As a nod to my big brother and his willingness to almost die inturn getting me chance to even have playboy look at me its going be a skateboard theme!" You say looking at Bam
"Sick!"
"Theres one more thing about my issue and it involves the Jackass crew!"
"What" Bam ask confused
"Well you guys cant tell anyone but the issue is gonna be out the month before Jackass sooo Knoxville and Jeff had a sit down with Hef thanks to yours truly and, Playboy and Jackass are collabing and I'm doing a special photoshoot with you guys, and before you say anything I'm gonna be in clothes"
"Dude are you serious!" Bam ask jumping up from the couch coming over to hug you "You are the best little sister ever! I take back all the things I said about you posing for playboy" he says making you kissing your head
"Uh-huh" you laugh "Anyways there is a formal luncheon in my honor at the end of July before the issue comes out and I get 5 special guests and I have already given Hefs the name so special invitations are going out soon"
"Am I on the list" Rabb ask
"Yeahhhhhh no! you are not on the list and neither are you or you or you or you and especially not you" you say pointing around the room ending at Vito
"Thats bullshit y/n!" Rab whines making the others whine along with him
"Look I only get 5 people so I had to be picky plus you fuckers would ruin it"
"Who's name did you give them?" Rake asked
"Mom, Dad, Bam, and Dunn"
"Haha fuckers I get to go!" Dunn laughs at them then gets up and kisses your check "I always knew you loved me best"
"Always have Dunn"
"Yo what about me I'm your uncle? Why cant i do to the playboy mansion"
"Vito again none of the girls like you, especially Holly! I wouldnt take you back to the mansion if you payed me! You were horrible when you went! Im not even sure they would let your ass in plus you are not ruining my big day" you tell your uncle once again sending him into talking gibberish only catching a word here and there
"Will you learn some fucking english please" you say rolling your eyes
"Wait thats only 4! You said 5! Whos the 5th?"
"Someome special" you say simply in a sing-song voice smirking
"Are you seeing someone?" Ape asked her face lighting up and you just smile and nod "oh my God who?!"
"Yeah who the fuck are you seeing? Why didnt you tell me?!" Bam ask getting into big brother mode and you just smirk and continue without a word "you better fucking tell me y/n"
You dont see the look and the camera doesnt either but your smirk and the way you are ignoring Bam is making her motherly instincts tingle!
Later that after you shower and settle into bed you call Johnny like promised...
"Hey sweetheart, you finally settled in"
"Yeah finally" you say plopping on your bed with a grunt making your husband laugh
"Feel good to be home I'm guessing"
"Very nice and finally no cameras are on me" you say making him laugh "oh my God wanna hear what the signs said that Bam and Dunn showed up to the airport with..."
"No telling with them" he laughs
"Bams said my sister got famous for her rack and Dunns said Bams sister has a nice rack"
Johnny let out the biggest laugh "well they arent wrong baby!"
"What i that I got famous for my boobs"
"Yeah and that you have a nice rack...prettiest boobies ever! Its my laptop screen saver"
"Youre a perv"
"But im your perv baby...forever!"
"Yes you are and i love you"
"I love you too babycakes! So how did Bam and your folks take the news bout Playmate of the year?"
"They were happy for me! Even Bam was excited for me, said he was proud of me"
"Well damn lets hope he takes the news of our marriage that good"
"I can't wait to see you, I miss my husband"
"Your husband misses you too sweetheart, but answer me this...what are you wearing" he ask and you can practically hear the smirk on his face
"Just one of your shirts" you tease but really you were in your Jackass pajama shorts and matching spaghetti strap top
"No panties? You naughty girl"
"Hurry and get here and ill be as naughty as you want me to be maybe even do that thing you like"
"Uhhh youre killing me baby"
"What time are you gonna be here anyways" you ask changing the subject
"Sometime in the morning, im borrowing a buddies car and its only a couple hours there but dont tell anyone including your parents im comimg I may have a little surprise for your brother too"
"Oh God its gonna be one of those weekends isnt it"
"It sure it sweetheart!"
"So your gonna piss him before we tell him we're married"
"No! Im gonna have Steve-o, Pontius, and weeman do it for me" he laughs
"Oh God really? So much for peace and quiet"
"Ill make sure they dont mess with you baby and I will also make sure we get some of our secret love time, even with cameras around"
"Speaking of secrets...I told my mom about us!"
"Oh shit really? How did that go"
*Eailer that night*
You crawl into bed and cuddle up to her side like you did when you were a little girl making her smile and stroke your head "whats wrong sweetie?"
"Nothing just trying to get the courage to tell you something"
"Are you pregnant" she ask in a panic
'Mom! No! But it is about my love life"
"Ohhhh the secret guy you're seeing!" She says making you nod "And something tells me you didn't tell Bam because its someone from the Jackass crew?" she asked giving you her best mom look making you nod again "and since I know its not any of the guys here I can narrow it down a little bit more" she says looking at you like she's trying to read your mind before she plays the elimination game.
"Lets see its not Jeff hes got a girlfriend he's pretty serious about. Preston, and Ehren get on your last nerves so they are out! You think Dave is gross"
"love them all but no"
"Ok Then that leaves Chris, Jason, Steve-O and Johnny...but 2 of them are out because they remind you to much of your brothers so now we are down to 2...Johnny and Steve-O" she says looking at you with narrow eyes "Steve-O has has always been in love with you and has never been shy about it, much to Bams annoyance. But Johnny is more your type with his style and humor! But you do like the wild ones too so im gonna say... Steve-O"
"Is that your final answer mom" you joke making her nod "youre wrong" you say and her eyes go wide
"JOHNNY!" She yells making you shush her
"Mom! Not so loud! But yes and you cant say anything to anyone not even dad yet and especially not Bam!"
"I wont! How long have you two been together?
"Over a year"
"A year! So things are pretty serious"
You nod and hand her the picture from Vegas
"YOU'RE MARRIED?!"
"Shhhhhh yes" you whisper
"When did you two get married" she whispers
"About 2 months ago in Vegas and before you get mad it wasnt planned we just decided to do it, it was just us and Holly! Completely spur of the moment! And I wanted to tell you in person. I really love him mom and have even before we got together! Hes the one and he feels the same"
"You know you have to tell Bam now and your father"
"I know i know, its not dad im worried about but Bam is gonna freak out mom! And you know hes gonna start throwing punches all because of his stupid rule, and I dont want my big brother to hate me or ruin his friendship with Johnny" you say with tears in your eyes
"Y/n listen to me" she says making you look at her "Bam isnt gonna hate you he could never hate you, he loves you more then anyone in this world! And this is your life! Dont worry about Bam! Let me ask you this, Does Johnny make you happy and treat you right?" She ask making you nod "and since you changed your last name I'm guessing you see a long future with him" She ask wiping the tears that have fallen "ok then! Let Bam throw his fit he'll get over it! In the end your big brother just wants you to be happy, and if he starts throwing punches ill step in but im pretty sure Johnny can take him" she says making you laugh...
*****
"Steve-O?" He says letting out a loud laugh "he wishes"
"Its always Steve-O! Even Kendra still thinks so"
"But she is right I can take your brother"
"I know you can baby"
"Well at least Apes on our side" Johnny says
"Yep! I knew she would be she loves you! Said if we want she'll be there when we tell him and I might take her up on it"
"Probably not a horrible idea"
You and Johnny talk for another hour before finally getting off so you can both get some sleep...
"I love you babycakes! Ill see you in a few hours and dont forget to lock your door"
"I won't baby! I love you too!"
RING*RING*RING
You look over to your clock 5:37am and you groan.
"Hello" you answer sleep still in your voice
"Hey babycakes I'm outside you gonna come see me"
"Coming" you say now wide away jumping out of bed
You run down the stairs in only your coral jacks pajamas not even bothering to put on shoes. When you get outside you see your husbandoff to the side leaning against the hood of his(well his buddies) car with a big smile and his arms stretched out. You jump into his waiting arms wrapping your legs around his waist wasting zero time bringing him into a heated kiss thats all teeth and tongue! (Thankfully the film crew wasnt there yet)
"Fuck I missed you Mrs.Knoxville" he says pulling away
"I missed you too Mr.Knoxville" you say then connect your lips again.
Johnny sets you down on the hood where two of makeout like teenagers for a good ten minutes and are so lost in each other you don't hear the footsteps coming up behind you...
"Bam is gonna fucking kill you Knoxville"
You both turn at the voice and notice Dunn with a cup of coffee and a smirk
"So Knoxville is the mystery guy huh"
"Dunn" you say in a warning voice
"And here we all thought you were sneaking around with Steve-O" he says taking a sip of his coffee
"Why is it always Steve-O?" You ask getting off the hood
"Because you and Steve-O is Bams worst nightmare but doesn't matter Bam is gonna kill him you know that right"
"Bam isnt gonna find out until we tell him Dunn so that means keep your fucking mouth shut"
"Ohhhhh this is to good to keep to myself" he laughs "I mean Knoxville, your screwing Bams little sister you" he laughs
"Its more then that Dunn" Johnny tells him then looks at you and you nod knowing what hes asking "we're married"
This bit sent Dunn over the edge laughing while you just stood there rolling your eyes "oh oh yeah this is to good not tell anyone" he says through his hard laughing "I mean not only are you screwing Bams sister knowing shes off limits you-you married her...and Bam doesnt know and-and you think I'm gonna keep this to myself" he says laughing harder
"Ok that's enough" you say walking up grabbing him by the balls while Johnny takes his turn laughing and Dunn begs you to let go "this is how this is gonna go Ryan...you are gonna keep your big mouth shut and let me tell my brother my way, and if you dont I will call Holly and tell her to take your name off the list for my lunch and give the spot to Rabb and then I will personally tell every playmate you have fucking crabs and small dick...nod if you understand me" sure enough he nods "good" you say then give him one last twist before letting go sending Dunn to the ground
"Baby normally I don't condone you touching another man's balls but damn that shit was so fucking funny" he says then kisses you
"Well there wasnt much there to grab so dont get to jealous" you say making Johnny laugh harder
"Youre mean y/n! Hope you treat your husbands balls and dick better" Dunn says from his spot in the ground
"She treat them very nice, better then anyone has she does this thing-"
"Shut up" you say hitting your husbands arm "he doesnt need to know I can make you cum in less then 5 minutes" you smirk looking at Dunn
"Yeah dude" Dunn grunts "shes right didnt need to know that"
"Ok Dunn lets fuck up Bams hummer" Johnny says kicking him in balls while he tries to get up
"Yeah on that note I'm going inside" you say
"Please help us baby" he says grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him
"If you mess with that damn hummer hes gonna declare war and I want no part of that i have the biggest photoshoot of my life in a few weeks and I need all my limbs to stay unbroken plus its cold and im in shorts and a tank top and no shoes" you whine
"You can wear my hoodie you love that" he says starting rubbing your arms up and down "Please you can just watch you dont have to touch it and ill even make Dunn go get your shoes" he says kissing down your neck sitting that secret sweet spot he knows will get you to cave
"Fine Ill watch" you cave "but Dunn has to get me coffee too"
"Done! Dunn make her some coffee sugar-"
"Sugar free carmel and splenda in the pink jackass mug I know" he groans "but why am I getting it shes your wife"
"Because I'm not kissing her hello yet, remember you interrupted the reunion" Johnny says lifting you on the hood "where were we"
An hour later...
"Hello Im Johnny Knoxville and this is Bam's hummer" he says into the camera then holds up a saw laughing and all you can do is shake your head and take a sip from your coffee while you watch your husband start destroying your brothers precious hummer
"Sure you know what you're doing" Dunn says coming into frame
"I have no idea" Johnny laughs continuing the assault on the hummer
"Dont you wanna do it a little Dunn?"
And even tho Dunn said no, he was the one who got up on the roof first...
"Are you really turning it into a convertible" you ask when the camera pans to you off to the side sipping your coffee
"You got it sweetheart" Johnny says winking at you
"My brother is gonna kill the both of you both"
"Wanna help babycakes" he says holding up the saw
"Yeah not a chance"
"What the fuck are you guys doing" Bam says a few minutes later from his bedroom window
"Good to see you again"
"and you're just watching" he says looking at you making you shurg and drink your coffee "I couldn't sleep and I was bored"
"Its gonna look good trust me" Johnny says before smashing the window
Bam finally comes down shaking Johnny's hand and putting you in a playful headlock "how could you let them do this"
"Its not my car their fucking up" you laugh
"Is thats Knoxvilles" he ask looking down at the BigBrother hoodie thats 3 times to big for you "your swimming in it! Do you even have clothes on"
"Yes i have clothes on but Its cold and i didnt want to go inside I was enjoying the show" you laugh playing off why you have on Johnny's hoodie
"What the hell is going on-Oh my God Johnny! I didnt know you were coming" your mom says looking over at you "what are you doing here" she ask hugs him
"Surprising Bam" he says but looking at you and winks
"Im gonna go shower then make you dumbasses breakfast have fun" you say turning around to walk inside but stop when you get to Johnny and turn around smirking "here's your hoodie back Knoxville thanks" you say taking the hoodie off leaving you in just your shorts and tank and handing it to him "anytime sweetheart" he winks
"You better have more clothes on when you come back down stairs, I can see your ass cheeks" Bam yells while you walk away
"Not like your friends havent already seen me naked...and they all like my rack" you yell back making Bam groan and everyone laugh
"Dude shes not wrong" Dieco says
"Especially Knoxville" Dunn says under his breath luckily only Johnny heard so him he nut punched him sending him to the ground...thankfully that was off camera
"Ape! Phil! you need to control your daughter shes out of control!" Bam says making Phil laugh a full belly laugh "yeah ok Bam"
"Bam I can control your sister about as well as I can control you!" April says then gestures to the mess in front of her
"Actally Ape I think Bams eaiser to control then y/n believe it or not" Phill adds
"Yeah God help the man that marries her, hes in for some hell" April says looking at Jonny with a knowing smirk
"Yeah shes a pistol" Johnny says looking into the camera with a smirk and wink "now back to fucking up Bams hummer"
A little while later you're showered and dressed you are standing by the stove making breakfast for the whole crew when you feel a pair of cold rough hands wrap around your waist and a kiss on your shoulder "looks and smells good baby"
"Me or the food" you tease
"Both but manly you!"
"Thank you" you say turning around seeing him shirtless making your smile get bigger "and thank you for being shirtless Mr.Knoxville" you say running your hands down his tone chest then remember the cameras "they didnt follow me I told them I had to piss" he said reading your mind
"Classy Knoxville" you smirk putting your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a deep kiss
"Fuck I love kissing you" he says making you smile "well not to brag but I am a pretty damn good kisser" you smirk
"Yes.you.are.baby! The best ever! And i get to kiss you for the rest of my life" He says kissing you again "and I love these jeans on you your ass looks amazing their my favorite" he says against your lips squeezing your ass making you giggle "why do you think I wore them?" You whisper kissing him again making him growl
But your little moment of bliss didnt last but a few minutes because you hear your brother coming in the house.
"to be continued" he whispers slipping a hotel key card in your back pocket before leaving the kitchen and grabbing his mic.
"Hey you see Knoxville?" Bam ask comimg into the kitchen with his camera crew
"No" you lie
-Everyone starts to pile in while you start to make plates for everyone.
"This is really good y/n, I need the recipe" Johnny smirks acting like you dont him your maple bacon pancakes all the time
"Sure but feel special i only make these for my favorite people"
"I knew you loved me" he winks making you blush and your mom laugh
"Dont tell the others but you're my favorite Jackass" you saying making him smile
"You 2 helping Knoxville puts you both on his team" Bam says to you and Dunn after breakfast "you both betrayed me! My best friend and my babysister"
"I didnt do shit Bam! Dont rope me in with them" you say loading the dish washer
"Did you or did you not watch them ruin my hummer"
"Ok yeah I did watch but I didnt join in unlike you! Pretty sure you helpped fuck up your hummer so leave me out of your games!"
"Well you are still on their team baby sister" he says then pours ice water down your back making you scream
"WHAT THE FUCK BAM!" punching him in the arm
*"Its a prank war" he says into the camera and walks away his camera crew and the others following him leaving just you Johnny and Dunn in the kitchen
You look over to Johnny with a pissed off look while you dry yourself off "you are in so much trouble" Dunn laughs when the last camera man leaves the kitchen
"I fucking told you Knoxville I wanted to go inside! But noooooo now im in this fucking prank war with him and hes probably gonna shave my eyebrows while im sleeping and I have my fucking photo shoot in a few weeks! You know my PLAYBOY, PLAYMATE OF THE YEAR SHOOT"
"Calm down baby i knew it would come to this...well not you being brought in-"
"We are supposed to be telling him were married and instead you start a damn prank war with him and drag me into it" you whisper yell
"I got it handled babycakes I promise i have reinforcements coming in remember"
"Like they are gonna help!"
"Who you got coming in"
"The 3 fucking stooges!" You tell Dunn then look back to your husband and poke him in the chest making him back up into the counter "if anything happens that will mess up my photoshoots and I mean the smallest thing you can say bye to sex for a very.long.time! Got it"
"Yes ma'am"
"Now im gonna go change and get ready for my girls day with mom!" You say before giving him a quick kiss "I love you"
"I love you too"
You walk away to go change out of your wet clothes leaving your husband and Dunn in the kitchen "dude you are so whipped"
"Yeah I know Dunn" he says watching you walk up the stairs "but if you landed her you would be too"
"You know Bam is really gonna try to kill you right"
"She's worth it"
While the boys continued their prank war you and your mom drove into Philly for the day to enjoy a mother/daughter spa day(with no cameras thanks to Bam telling them not to go)...paid for by your husband who felt bad for dragging you into his and Bams prank war. You and her talked about everything from your life in LA and upcoming photoshoot and lunch to you accompanying Johnny to Louisiana for the filming of Dukes of Hazzard and even having a little ceremony you know once you told Bam "Phil has dreamed of walking you down the aisle and dancing with you at your wedding since the day we found out you were a girl"
"I will talk to Johnny but I'm sure he will be fine with it"
And all day long you were getting text about their little game... Vito being in Johnny's hotel room wearing his boxers and covered in wing sauce, Johnny throwing your uncles clothes in the poor which in turn making Vito break a window(that was charged to your husbands room), Dunn going in the pool, the soup at the diner, Dunns wallet coved in puke and the ruined bumper on Johnny's car. And everytime you got an update you showed your mom who just shook her head.
"Someone's gonna get hurt" she said
"Yeah i know"
It was just before 8 when you pulled into the driveway looking forward to being able to slip away for some much need alone time with your husband but when you see the house packed with people your hopes faded.
You and your mom park and unload the car taking all your shopping bags in from your impromptu shopping trip! But you were not ready for what was waiting for you inside.
"Y/ns here!" You hear and turn around and see Steve-O running towards you(and cameras) then feel yourself being lifted off the ground making you drop your bags.
"Put me down asshole"
"This is the only chance ill have to hold you close" he says dramatically making you roll your eyes "you look fucking sexy by the way!" Then he starts his usual begging "when are you gonna give me a chance? Just one"
You look over to Johnny by the pool table seeing him laughing...yeah he finds it funny how much Steve-O is in love with you knowing you're already his!
"Its not happening dickhead you know the rule! Besides apparently your little girlfriend is already seeing someone...someone special" Bam mocks you as your eyes meet Johnny and him throwing you wink.
"I dont see a ring so there's still a chance! Mark my words one day I'm gonna make you Mrs.Steve-O one day"
Little did he know both your rings were around your neck...
"Whatever you say sweetie" kissing his cheek making then pick up your bags "im going to put this stuff up"
You walk out of frame and gesture to Johnny follow you...
10 minutes later you hear your door open and the lock click then feel lips on your neck so you decide to have a little fun
"Oh Steve-O thats the spot" you say holding back your laughs turning around wrapping your arms around his neck
"Not funny"
"Oh but its funny when he hits on me"
"That is funny because soon hes gonna find out who your special someone really is...his boss" laughs turning you around "you and your mom have fun today"
"Yeah it was much needed I miss hanging with my mom but she did ask me to bring something up to you"
"Whats that baby"
"She wants us to have some kinda of wedding ceremony just something small, said even tho Phil loves you and he'll be happy for us he has always dreamed of walking me down the aisle and dancing with me at my wedding"
"I am perfectly fine with that babycakes! We'll do it as big or as small as you want!"
"You're the best husband! Im so happy with you" you smile up at him
"I feel the same way baby! Never been so happy" he says then kisses you "I love you, so fucking much"
"I love you too baby" you say smiling then remember something special you got for him.
"Oh and we did a little shopping!"
"I see that baby, anything good"
"Welllllll we went to that lingerie store they have downtown" you wiggle your eye brows at him
"Ooooo Can I see some of it" he growls
You untie your robe letting it drop to the floor and his jaw drops leaving him speechless seeing you in your new black see through baby doll lingerie set "Holy fuck!"
"Got time for a quickie" you wink
"Ill make the fucking time" he says before attacking your lips
After your little bit of fun with your husband he goes back downstairs to give them some bullshit excuse while you jump in the shower then make your way down stairs.
"Dont you ever wear clothes that cover you fully" your bother says seeing in a pair of track pants and a long sleeve belly shirt.
"Shut up Bam and give me a beer"
"Here ya go sweetheart" Johnny says giving you the one he just opened and then you make your way over to the pool table and start racking
"So Y/n, Knoxville was telling us how you got the crew into playboy" weeman says
"And you're playmate of the year! That's fucking awesome y/n" Pontius adds
"Thank you! But yeah brought the Jackass idea up to Holly and she loved it and took the idea to Hef telling him that if all your sexy faces are in it more women would buy the issue inturn making the magazine more money plus yall had me in it alot so its more eyes on me which is good for him"
"Its gonna be amazing publicity for the movie! Thank you doll" Johnny says kissing your cheek
"So I get another playboy of you naked and get to shoot with you" Steve-O says wiggling his eyebrows
"You're a perv and ill be in clothes for my Jackass shoot and it wont have anything to do with my playmate of the year centerfold or on the same day or even in the same week as I shoot that!" You tell him taking your shot sinking 3 stripped balls "now your turn" you tell him handing him the pool stick
"What do i get if I win" he flirts as he leans down to take his shot
You lean getting close to his ear and stage whispers for everyone to hear "me"
He takes his shot at the same time you say the word...sinking the 8 ball making the room erupt in laughs
"Damn you sank the 8 ball I win"
"You are the reason blueballs exist" he says making you laugh
The rest of the night is the same playing pool, drinking beer, and catching up. And of course you and Johnny sneaking touches and whispers. At one point Johnny gets a phone call and leaves for 30 minutes but returns with a smile and winks at you then whispers something to Bam making him look at you and smirk.
"I dont trust this" gesturing between them
"Youre to paranoid"
"With good reason BamBam!"
"Should I tell her"
"Tell me what?
"You should"
"Hello right here! Tell me what?"
"So that was the producers of Dukes of Hazzard and one of girls they casted backed out something about scheduling soooooo"
"Spit it out Knoxville"
"Wanna take her place"
The camera focuses on you with your month hanging open while everyone waits for your answer...
"Are you kidding?! Dont mess with me Knoxville!"
"100% serious babycakes"
"Holy shit! Hell yeah ill do it!" You say running into his arms smashing your lips onto his...totally forgetting there was a room full of people cameras and your brother...
"what the fuck?" Bam ask the camera getting closer to him
"Shut up Bam! He just got me a role in a movie staring Willie Nelson! He deserves a kiss" you say hoping he buys your excuse
"Is that all I have to do to get a kiss? Cuz I'll make phone calls right now" Steve-O says
"Shut up dude! Ok noone else is kissing my sister!"
*Johnny looks at you then the camera still holding you in his arms "Bams gonna hate this..."
"Yo Bam! I didnt tell you the best part I get to makeout with your sister alot in the movie" he says laughing when he sees Bams face goes red "Yeah shes gonna be playing my love interest"
"Am I really"
"Yep and not movie kissing the real thing so lets get to practicing darlin" then takes another opportunity to kiss you only he slips the tongue turning it into a little makeout session squeezing your ass just to get to your brother
"OK!" Bam yells "Thats enough and put her down she has legs"
"Youre a good kisser Knoxville" you say winking as he puts you down
"So are you sweetheart"
"Man this ain't fair" Steve-O says looking a bit sad making everyone laugh
"I told them we'll go to breakfast or my hotel away from these loud asses and work out some of the details then in a few days we gotta go to New York for the rest"
"Oh my God thank you! I love you"
"I love you too doll"
"Hey none of that either" Bam says and luckily you have always told the guys you love them so it was to suspicious
"Hey lets toast and do shots" Rabb says
"How about this let me go tell Ape and Phil then ill do a few shots but I dont wanna be hung over for this meeting, we'll celebrate big tomorrow night"
True to your word after you told your parents you did a few shots. Its almoat 1230 in the morning when you finally decide to head to your room "hey y/n before you go to bed I have to tell you a more things about the movie and meeting" Johnny says making you nod and lead him into the kitchen
Luckily the cameras dont follow
"You know you are the best husband ever" You say jumping up on the counter
"And you are the best wife" he says coming to stand in between your legs and kissing your lips
"This isnt gonna interfere with my photoshoots are they"
"Not at all baby I promise, We dont leave for Louisiana until late August and they have said any press or interviews or anything playboy related they will fly you back to LA or set something up in New Orleans."
"Now was it your idea or theirs to give me the role"
"They called me about you baby! They knew id be bringing you anyways" he says with a smile
"So they know we're married"
"They do now" he laughs "I mean they knew we were together from the start but I told them about our marriage so they can get us a place together"
"So what else did you want to talk to me about? I know it wasn't just about the movie"
"The guys wanna start working on ideas for next season since we leave to start filming and asked if we can use my hotel room and I know you planned to come over when Bam went to bed but hes coming too-"
"Its fine baby ill stay tomorrow night with you"
"Are you sure because I can tell them no"
"Baby go work on stunts but only if you add me into a few" you smile before bringing him into a kiss know it would get you what you wanted
"Fine but nothing dangerous"
"Deal" you smile kissing him again "Now go before I change my mind and make you stay with me"
"I love you so much babycakes"
"I love you too Knoxville" you say kissing your husband
"Ill see you tomorrow morning"
If you only knew the wake up you were gonna get...
*The next morning*
"Dude y/n is gonna fucking kill you" Dunn says to Johnny while getting his mic on and waiting for the film crew to finish setting up
"Oh yeah I know but I have a golden tongue so ill make it up to her later" he winks "so dont come to the hotel tonight"
"You guys getting" Steve-O asked coming up behind them
*"we're outside Bams and its 7am so we're give him a little tacky wakeup" Johnny laughs into the camera holding up a containers of thumb tacks making an O shaped face and covering his month
-Him and the others sneak in the house pouring the thumb tacks on the floor in front of Bams room unaware a few got away from them...but the camera saw
Meanwhile you are sleeping soundly in your bed when you are jolted away by the sound of a motorcycle being revved up. You jump out of bed and run out the door
-GOOD MORNINGGGGGGG" You hear your husband say in a sing song voice
-then the camera catches you step around the corner
"WHAT THE FUCK-OWWWWW" you scream when you step on not one...but two tacks that rolled down the hall and are now stuck in your foot and the sudden pain makes you jump and you lose your footing making you fall to the ground and hitting your head on the corner of the wall causing a gash.
"Oh fuck" Johnny says in a panic seeing your head bleeding and runs to your side not caring about your brother and cameras, and hes followed by Dunn, and Steve-O.
You look up at your husband with fury in your eyes and in a soft voice scary voice whisper "im.gonna.fucking.kill.you."
"Oh my God are you ok baby?" He ask lifting your head
"DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM OK KNOXVILLE" you yell taking the tacks out of your foot throwing them at him and pointing to your head thats dripping with blood "Pontius get the first aid kit and ice" Johnny yells "I am so fucking sorry baby, oh God Im sorry"
"Y/n we didnt mean for those tacks t-" Steve-O says but you just look at him making him shut up mid sentence
"Someone help me up NOW"
Johnny helps you to your feet while whispering how sorry he is while you stay quiet and look at him really thinking about for the first time punching him.
"Here's the first aid kit and an ice pack! Y/n we are so sorry" Pontius says handing Johnny the stuff he asked for but you just look at him making him back away
Then Steve-O looks you up and down "nice bra and panties" he winks trying to lighten then mood...which doesnt work just pisses you more
"SHUT UP STEVE-O" you yell "Someone give me shirt!" Realizeing only now that you are just in mini boyshorts and a sports bra
Johnny doesnt waste time ripping his shirt off helping you put it on.
"You ok y/n" Bam yells while trying to get the tacks out of his feet
"NO BAM IM NOT! I HAVE A FUCKING PHOTOSHOOT IN A FEW WEEKS AND I HAVE GASH IN MY HEAD, BLOOD DRIPPING DOWN MY FACE, AND JUST DUG 2 FUCKIMG TACKS OUT OF MY FOOT! IM OVER THIS PRANK WAR" you yell
"Hey I didnt do this one and I wasnt the one who started it"
"No but you kept it going! You all did now look IM FUCKING BLEEDING"
And the whole time your yelling and bleeding the cameras are in your face which is making everything worse and Johnny can see it and hes worried you're gonna break a camera.
You look at Bam and yell "GET YOUR FUCKING CAMERA CREW OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE BAM OR I WILL BRAKE THEIR FACES AND THEIR FUCKING CAMERAS!" then hit the camera
"Shes not joking guys get out of her face now" Johnny says in a serious tone getting more protective over you
"Yeah Knoxvilles right she'll do it so-" he says gesturing for them to cut "Steve-O shes about to hit you too dude i can see it from here"
"Yeah dude shes like scary mad right now kinda a turn on-" but one look at your face his smile drops and he shuts up then backs up with his hands up.
When the cameras are finally off you, you look at your husband "my.room.now" you say through gritted teeth and limp off then turn to Dunn "you and the other 3 arent off the fucking hook"
Both Johnny and Dunn share a look before Dunn whispers "go ill stall Bam but I dont think you're golden tongue is getting you out of this one dude"
"Yeah it might be the couch for awhile after this"
When you are in your room you hear the door shut and slow footsteps
Ba-"
"Dont talk! I am so fucking pissed off right now i really could hit you" you say slipping on some leggings
"I am so so sorry baby"
"Like you couldn't give me a fucking heads up?! Any of you?"
"We came up with it at like 4am you were sleeping and I really didnt see the tacks roll baby"
"That isnt the point Johnny! look" you say pointing to your head "i have a photoshoot in a few weeks and now I have a gash on my head that might need stitches, a bruise on my arm and my fucking foot hurts and it wasnt even from my brother it was my husband!"
"I know i know i am so fucking sorry i feel like shit baby I really do! What can I do to make it up to you? Name it and its yours I promise? Vacation? Shopping spree? New car? I dont care whatever it is!"
"You can start by cleaning up my head and helping me get ready! We have that meeting at 11"
"Ok baby but let me check you for a concussion"
Both Johnny and Bam made you get looked at by the on scene medic who determines you dont need stitches or have a concussion which your husband was happy about! He already felt like complete shit that his prank got you hurt in the first place.
You told him that if he wanted to continue with his little prank war he better make sure you weren't involved(at this point he had no choice because the show). So before you left him and the other 3 superglued the pool balls to the table, filled the house with suds which pissed your mother off and tortured your brother with a snake which did make you laugh a good bit...big mistake on your part and made Bam decide to get you back!
"WHAT THE FUCK! BAM I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"
When you got back from your meeting you walked in to the living room seeing a kiddie pool full of bleach inside... all your clothes, shoes, hair products, makeup!
"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH ALL THIS SHIT IS WORTH!!" you scream
"Bam dude this isnt cool she asked to be left out of it" Johnny says trying to keep his anger controlled when he sees you start to ring out a few things "I mean she already got hurt because of us"
"Yeah dude, that's alot of stuff" Steve-O says
"Hey whats going-BAM! How could you do this to your sister" your mom asked coming hearing your scream and seeing all your stuff
"Ape she asked for it when she decided to laugh about that snake! And by laughing you officially joined their team Y/n!" He says laughing which pissed you off more
"SO BECAUSE I LAUGHED YOU RUIN ALL MY SHIT! THIS IS THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS WORTH OF STUFF! SOME OF IT WAS GIFTS! NOT ALL OF US HAVE MILLIONS IN THE FUCKING BANK TO EASILY REPLACE STUFF BRANDON! WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT CLOTHES THE REST OF TIME IM HERE"
"Sweetheart I got a few outfits you left last time you were here and I think a pair of shoes too" then pulls a few things out of the pool "ill see if I can save any of this"
"Thanks mom" you say softly
"theres always k-mart or goodwill" he laugh
You then you did something that took everyone by surprise...you channeled all that anger and punch him sending him to the ground then got on top of him hitting him again, with your mom yelling for you to stop when she sees Bams nose bleeding.
"Someome get her!" But she yells it to your husband more then anyone
"Okay babycakes thats enough" Johnny says pulling you off your brother taking you upstairs
Right then you decided to get your brother back! If he was gonna drag you into their little game you were gonna make him regret it!
"Baby ill replace everything I promise!"
"Oh no you're not he is! Or im gonna break that damn skateboard he keeps behind lock and key! But for now you and the other 4 goons are gonna help me get my brother back! He wants me in this war hes gots it!"
"Youre sexy all fired up babycakes! What'cha got in mind baby" he smirks pulling you to him by your hips
Later that night...
The plan was simple! Pretend to get way to drunk and flirt with, dirty dance/grind and hang on Steve-O, inturn pissing your brother off beyond relief(oh course with your husbands ok and ground rules)
*ok so Bams worst nightmare is me being with Steve-O and since even after getting my head spilt open and asking to stay out of this little game Bam still brought me into it and ruined all my stuff, Im gonna give him what he wants amd join in this game" you say to the camera "the plan is to pretend I'm drunk by taking water shots hes gonna think is tequila and make Bam think there is something going on between me and Steve-O"
*"Were gonna be dirty dancing and grinding, flirting, hanging on eachother oh and some kissing! Basically my dream come true!"
"I never said kissing! And you better remember my rules nothing in the bathing suit area" you say poking his chest "my nono square is a big nono for you!"
"Dont worry ill be the bodyguard" Johnny says winking
*"and i guess Knoxvilles gonna be my bodyguard and dont worry my special someone is fully aware of this plan and has given full permission just as long as Steve-O doesnt take it to far"
"Dude Bam is gonna punch you!" Dunn laughs
"Totally fucking worth it dude! I get to makeout with y/n"
"Again I never said that!"
"Come on you we gotta sell this shit baby"
*"oh and our drinks are on Bams tab" Johnny says holding up Bams card ignoring you and Steve-O behind him bickering.
When you walk inside you pull your husband to the side and turn off both your mics "are you sure youre ok with this? I can still call it off, and come up with another one. I dont wanna put you in an uncomfortable position"
"Im fine with it baby I trust Steve-O and I know if he does anything to make you uncomfortable or he goes to far you'll stop him I trust you! And Ill keep a close eye on him but how bout this...if at anytime you want to stop the prank point to your ring finger and ill shut it down myself"
"Deal but same goes for you if you start feeling uncomfortable with any of it!"
"Deal" he says before kissing you "lets go get you pretend drunk put those acting skills to the test"
About an hour later and 5 water shots in you start to fully put your plan into action and from the look on Bams face it's working!
"Dude do you have to be close to my sister and stop fucking touching her"
"Dude she asked me to help her with her pool game" Steve-O says standing behind you with his hands on your hips
"Well you dont have to touch her! And why dont you ever wear fucking clothes" Bam says looking down your outfit"
"Well it was kinna wen this is only thing I habe now since youuuuu ruined all my shit Bam" you say turning around pretending to slur some of your words "and its shorts and a playboy shirt"
"They are both to fucking short!"
"I think they she looks fucking awesome" Steve-O says wrapping his arms around your waist making Bams jaw twitch
"Youre cute" you boop Steve-O nose getting a kiss on the cheek
Bam just walks away mumbling to himself making you and Steve-O laugh.
Another hour goes by and you do more shots while you and Steve-O up your game with the flirting the touching, and getting very dirty on the dance floor, even letting Steve-O kiss you in the neck a few times. You see Bam getting more made with every passing minute but you needed him to really lose it!
*So Bam is getting mad and wont stop complaining and threatening to kick Steve-Os ass but hasnt lost it so we gotta up the game to make him completely lose his shit! So y/n came up with the best idea wanna tell them babycakes"
*Bodyshots!" You whisper yell to the camera holding up a couple shot glasses "im gonna have all 5 guys do a bodyshot off me but take it one step further with Steve-O! Hes gonna make his extra sexy extra dirty and when he goes for the lime in my mouth im gonna spit it out and make Steve-Os dream come true"
"Bodyshots off the new playmate of the year and making out her fuck yeah dude"
"I said kiss not makeout!"
"Just a little tongue please this is probably my only chance" he begs
You look to Johnny and the others who are laughing at Steve-Os begging.
"I think your boyfriend would be ok with it" Dunn says
"As long as its quick I dont see a problem I mean you made out with me last night" Johnny says laughing harder making you give him a look
"Thats true! You made made out with Knoxville I think its my turn!"
"Oh my God I cant believe I'm about to say this but you get one makeout no longer then 15-20 seconds...and I will be counting"
"Fucking sweet dude" Steve-O says running to the bar to order 5 shots"
"Im gonna fucking kill you" you say to your husband when the cameras follow Steve-O "you better not hold this over my head and remember you asked for it!"
"Its me you're coming home with and dont forget you have my last name babycakes! Just dont enjoy it to much" he laughs
"I dont think you have to worry about that!"
"WHO WANTS TO DO BODY SHOTS WITH THE NEW PLAYMATEOFTHEYEAR" you yell getting on the pool table and getting Bams attention who was across the room
"Oh fuck no! Youve had enough im taking you home! Get down" your brother says storming across the room
"Ill be done soon!" You say taking your shirt off leaving you in your black bra "The guys wanted to do body shots...whos first"
"Y/n I mean it! Now put your fucking shirt on were leaving" Bam says through gritted teeth
"Dude let her have fun" Rabb tells him
Bam stands there and watching his friends licking salt off your stomach and getting madder by the second, and its taken everything in you not to laugh.
"Oh Knoxville your turn!"
Johnny licks your stomach then takes his shot. Before he takes his lime from your mouth he winks and whispers "I love you"...the camera and sound guy pick this up and look at each other like they finally put it together.
"Ok Steve-O your turn-"
"Dont you fucking dare dude! Y/n im fucking serious get the fuck up, your drunk its time to leave" Bam says on the verge of completely losing it!
"No!" Then you look at Steve-O "come lick me"
"My pleasure baby" Steve-O says pushing Bam aside
"DONT YOU FUCKING DARE!" Bam yells stepping closer but is blocked by a laughing Dunn and Pontius
"Dude let her celebrate! She got playmate of the year and a movie role" wee man says
As planned Steve-O takes his body shot a step further! He grabs your hips and slowly starts licking the salt, dipping his tongue in your bellybutton then licks up your stomach all the way to your neck then he takes his shot, when he is almost to the lime in your mouth you spit it out and grab him being him to you lips!
Bam watches as his worst nightmare comes true...you start to makeout with Steve-O while trying to get around Dunn and Chris while all hia friends and the whole bar cheers. When he finally pushes through he is making his way to the pool table and rips Steve-O off punching him and throwing him to the floor making him laugh "Knoxville man youre right shes a good kisser"
"Told ya" Johnny laughs
"SHUT THE FUCK UP MAN! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY DUDE! THATS MY SISTER" then he turns to you tossing you your shirt "and you are cut the fuck off! Put your damn shirt on im taking you home!"
"Not before I have a real shot!" You tell him putting your shirt on
"NO! No more shots you're fucking drunk as it is"
"Kinda hard to get drunk off water" you tell him seeing his face drop
"You mean all this was to fuck with me? Are you kidding me! You pretended to makeout with him to piss me off"
"Oh the kiss was real I had to sell it but yeah everything else was fake!"
"Thats fucked up Y/n even for you! I just punched one of my friends because a fucking prank!"
"He knew the risk!"
"It was worth it dude" Steve-O says coming up with ice on his cheek then puts his arms around your waist "so was the kiss as good for you as it was for me"
"You're a good kisser but sorry Knoxville is better!" You say throwing a wink at your husband who winks back
"Y/n this was all fuck up!"
"Next time dont fuck with my shit"
"I told you I was gonna replace it"
"I know you are and buy me shots...like youve done anyone else all night!"
"What? I didnt buy anyone drinks Knoxville-"
"Here are a few shots for you babycakes" Johnny says handing you 3 double shots of your favorite patron "topshelf of course! And Bam here is your card and the bill"
"Ill take the card! Hes got about $10,000 worth of stuff to replace" you say taking the the card from Johnny making everyone but your brother laugh
"$1,167!"
"Dont forget to tip good bro" you say downing your first shot
They next day you wake up(finally being able to stay with Johnny) and shower before you're husband is even awake, leaving him a note...
Going to brunch with Missy I'll meet you back at the house! I love you! ♡Babycakes
Today was the day you and Johnny were gonna tell Bam about youre marriage and you were so nervous! You kinda had an idea how he was gonna react but then again Bam had always been so unpredictable you never really know! You were just hoping everything would be ok and there wasnt gonna be a repeat of last night! Soooooo you decided to bring your friend Missy who Bam always had a thing for hoping he wouldn't act stupid.
"Cant believe you got married and didnt tell me or invite me but the queen of the playboy mansion was there" Missy says while driving you back to the house.
"I wanted to tell you in person. And it was a spur of the moment thing literally Johnny said "lets gets married" and I said ok. And Holly just happened to be in Vegas on some playboy business. But we are gonna do a little ceremony you know if my brother doesnt kill my husband"
"So now Im Bam bate" she laughs
"Yeah kinda, hes always had a thing for you so I'm hoping youre presence there will stop anything-what the fuck" You stop mid sentence when you see Dunns motorcycle in the driveway and your husband painted green "i wanna say I'm surprised but I'm really not"
"Why is he green? And holyshit is that Sean Penn?"
"Yep and his son Hopper who is also green oh and look so is my brother and Steve-O but at least the cameras are gone"
You get out of the car grabbing your things and thats when you also see Johnny's friend car ruined and pained green.
"So now all your cars are fucked I see and it now answers why all of you are green" you say
"Yeah i kinda bought a cadillac" Johnny says looking at you worried you'd be mad
"I don't know what to say" you say shaking your head "anyways you guys this is my bestfriend from high school Missy"
Not long after arriving it Sean Penn and his son leaves which sucked you were looking forward to catching up with him. Then right after he leaves it starts to pour so you all have no choice to head inside.
You all stand around playing pool and talking and thats when you get the full story on why your husband is green and that their little prank war was over which made you so happy!
You also saw Bam and Missy flirting in the corner so you took that as an opportunity to sneak off with Johnny, so you signal for him to follow you to the kitchen...
"Still can't believe you're green Knoxville" you laugh throwing your arms around his neck while he wraps his arms around your waist lifting you onto the counter
"I cant believe I gotta buy a damn cadillac! Are you mad"
"No im not mad baby, and ill help-"
"Dont finish that sentence! My prank war my responsibility" he says leaving no room for argument
"Fine but I am giving that motorcycle to Dunn I mean I'm never gonna use it and i dont need 2 cars plus it was my brother who ruined his"
"Speaking of your brother, when you wanna tell him"
"Tell me what?" Bam says coming into the kitchen with Dunn and Rabb
"What are you doing in here" you ask in a panic
"Getting beers-wait why the fuck are the 2 of you in here? Like that?" Bam ask
"Uhhhhh.."
"Y/n if this is another fucking prank I swear"
You look at Johnny having a silent conversation before getting off the counter. Here goes nothing...
"Can we talk to you in private and get mom and in here"
"No what the fuck is going going on" he ask nostrils flaring "is Knoxville the fucking guy youve been seeing"
"Rabb go get my mom and dad...and hurry" you say watching him practically run from the room hearing him call for your parents.
"No we dont need them in here! ARE YOU FUCKING MY SISTER KNOXVILLE" Bam yells
"Bam just wait til your parents get in here and we'll explain"
"No fucking tell me the truth both of you! Is Knoxville the guy youve been seeing?" Bam says not yelling this time but still rasing his voice
"I love him Bam more then anything and he makes me happy"
"That didn't fucking answer my question y/n"
"Hes my husband, we got married in Vegas about 2 months ago"
"Excuse me? Im sorry y/n I dont think I fucking heard you right...did you say husband as in married? You married Knoxville in fucking Vegas? Do Ape and Phil know!" Bam says in a very low scary voice looking at your husband but before you could answer your parents come in
"Mom knows"
"UN-FUCKING-BELIEAVABLE!" Bam yells throwing his hands up
"What the hell is going on in here" your mom says coming in confused
"Yeah Rabb said to hurry"
"Apparently your fucking daughter lost her fucking mind and ran off to Vegas and married fucking Knoxville and AND YOUR DAMN WIFE KNEW!"
"What? You married Johnny in Vegas? When? I didnt even know you were together" Phil says in a calm voice not mad but definitely surprised for sure
"Weve been together over a year, and the wedding was a spur of the moment thing we just decided while we were there one weekend! We wanted to tell you all in person so thats why we didnt say anything when it happened trust me this isnt how we planned to tell the 2 of you and mom only found out a few days"
Bam opens his month to say something but your mom shuts him down with just one look one of the only times he actually listened to her.
"Ok" your dad says taking in the news "Im not happy you didnt tell me when it happened but does he make you happy and treat you good bubblebee"
"He makes me very happy dad and yes he treats me really good always has"
"And you really love my daughter this isnt some game or PR stunt"
"No sir! I love your daughter very much and Ive never been happier"
"Ok then well as long as you treat my little girl with love and respect and protect her, I guess welcome to the family Johnny" Phil says shaking his hand
"Johnny all I ask is that you dont break her heart or cause her pain in anyway. Shes my only daughter!"
"I promise not to hurt her April and I wont ever let anyone else hurt her either" Johnny says
"Ok looks like I have a 3rd son" she says giving him a hug
It should have ended there but Bam Margera was your brother so it didnt...
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Bam yells "SHE RUNS OFF GETS MARRIED AND YOU SHAKE HIS HAND AND YOU HUG HIM"
"What do you want us to do Bam" your dad said says rasing his voice something he very rarely does "shes 23 and Johnny's a good guy who loves her makes her happy and treats her good. If they want to be married there isnt anything we can do about it! She could have done way worse remember that!"
"Why are you telling us now huh? The two of have been going behind my fucking back for a year so why now?" Bam ask
"Because at my luncheon when Hef introduces me hes doing it as Y/n Margera-Knoxville and its also gonna be on my cover and any press i do. Its also gonna be in the Dukes of Hazzard credits"
For some reason hearing this is what set Bam off so he lounges at Johnny hitting him in the face a few times.
"BAM! GET OFF HIM" you and your mom both yell while your dad and Dunn pull Bam away leaving Johnny bloody on the floor
"Bam calm down now! You are being ridiculous! This is why she didnt tell you and i don't blame her" April says getting a rag for your husband
"NO IM NOT CALMING DOWN APRIL! SHE FUCKING RAN OFF AND GOT MARRIED TO ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS! AND SHE IS TAKING HIS LAST NAME"
"Well Bam thats what happens when a woman gets married! She starts a life with her husband and the first step is changing her name" you hear you mother say as you check on your husband.
"Oh my God baby are you ok" you ask cleaning his busted bloody lip while your mom and Bam continue to yell at each other
"Im good babycakes" he smiles
With all the yelling the others from the living come in and are met with a bleeding Johnny on the floor, Bam being held back by your dad and Dunn while him and your mom yells at eachother and you cleaning up your husband.
"What the fuck dudes" Steve-O says taking in the site but his question goes unanswered
"NOT ONLY DID YOU FUCK AROUND WITH MY SISTER DOING THE ONE THING I TOLD ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS NOT TO DO BUT YOU FUCKING MARRIED HER AND KEPT IT FROM ME!"
"Bam-" you say but your brother cuts you off
"SHUT THE FUCK Y/N I DONT WANNA FUCKING HEAR IT!" Bam yells then says something that makes your husband see red "GUESS YOU ARE JUST LIKE THE OTHER FUCKING PLAYMATES A SLUT THAT SLEEPS HER WAY TO THE TOP! BET SLEPT YOUR WAY TO PLAYMATE OF-"
Johnny doesnt even let Bam finish before he takes everyone by surprise when he gets to his feet and punches your brother in the jaw and you all swear you hear a crack before Bam hits the floor!
"YOURE NOT GONNA FUCKING TALK TO OR YELL AT MY WIFE LIKE THAT BAM! I DONT CARE IF SHES YOUR SISTER OR NOT SHES MY WIFE AND YOURE GONNA TREAT HER WITH RESPECT" He yells while being pulled away by Steve-O and Chris "I LOVE HER BAM IVE ALWAYS LOVED HER! AND IM TIRED OF FUCKING HIDING IT! APRIL IS RIGHT THIS IS WHY WE DIDNT TELL YOU! BECAUSE INSTEAD OF BEING HAPPY FOR US YOU CALL MY A SLUT AND ACUSE HER OF SLEEPING HER WAY TO PLAYMATE OF THE YEAR"
Johnny never loses his temper or yells so him hitting Bam and yelling at him the way her made everyone stand there shocked not knowing what to say, so you break the silence.
"Bam Im sorry we didnt tell you sooner but please see how happy I am and how happy he makes me. Youre my big brother-"
"Get the fuckout both of you" Bam says cutting you off while getting floor making your heart break
"Bam please just listen-" you try to reason with him
"No im fucking done you with you! You and your husband have 10 minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out of my house!" he says walking out of the kitchen then turns around and gives you one last blow "and dont fucking come back! Oh and Knoxville i fucking quit"
You stand there in shock along with everyone else that your brother just kicked you out telling you not to come back and you breakdown in yours arms. The one thing you were worried about happening happened.
4 months Later:July 2004
You hadnt spoken to your brother since that afternoon in March. He wouldnt answer your calls, text or emails. He didn't take Johnny's calls either, so anything to do with Jackass went through Jeff. You even went old school sending him a letter in the mail but found you from Dunn as soon as he got it he threw it away without even opening it. You did see him April for the Jackass playboy shoot and again in May when they shot the intro but each time he didnt say a word to you or Johnny. He even though he tried to back out of both of them but Jeff reminded him he was under contract until the movie was out and all press was done.
It was hard not seeing or talking to your brother and you spent many nights crying in your husbands arms, and many days on the phone with your mom dad or Dunn trying to get him to talk to you. But today wasnt about Bam it was about you and Johnny! Today was the day of your wedding ceremony!
Holly and Bridget helped you plan a small beach wedding with only your close family and friends on a private beach in Malibu. Other then both your families Johnny had invited the guys from Jackass and you invited Holly, Bridget, Kendra, a few playmates and of course Hef! Who paid for the whole thing down to your dress saying...
"Darling you're playmate of the year and very special to me and as my personal gift to you I want to pay for the whole wedding! Food, drinks, flowers even your dress! Whatever you want just let Holly know"
You hated your brother wasnt gonna be there he was the only thing missing...
Holly,Bridget, Kendra and your mom were helping you put the finishing touches on when your husband came into your tent "hey ladies looking beautiful but you think I could have a few minutes alone with my wife please"
"Dude you cant see her before the ceremony!" Kendra tells him trying to block you and making everyone laugh
"Kendra we drove together it's ok"
"Yeah lady!" Johnny says playfully "I just want to give her her gift! Won't take but a few minutes! 10 minutes tops"
"Fine but no quickies keep it in your pants save that for later" Kendra says
"We did that this morning in the shower" Johnny tells her making your mom groan and leave the tent shaking her head while the other 3 laugh and follow her.
"You look beautiful babycakes, cant wait to get that dress off of you" he says when the girls are gone making you blush
"Thank you baby and you can have all you want tonight!" you tell him putting arms around his neck bring him into a kiss "you look very handsome too by the way"
"Thank you babycakes! Now ready for your gift"
"You didnt have to get me anything baby, I already told you that"
"Well since Mr.Hefner paid for everything I kinda had no but this gift isnt from me, youll get that at the reception" he says making you look at him suspicious
"This better not be some prank from the guys cuz I swear-"
"Its not they promised not only me but your mom no pranks, jokes, or stunts today! Just close your eyes"
You look at him for a few more seconds before doing what he asked...you hear some rustling before he says "ok open them"
You slowly open your eyes and standing in front of you is your brother dressed in a suit "Bam" you say softly looking over at your husband who just nods
"You didnt think I'd miss my baby sisters wedding do you?"
Tears start streaming down your face as walk over to your brother having him wrap you in a big hug stay that way for a few minutes
"ill give you two a few minutes" Johnny says slipping out of the tent
"I cant believe you came" you say pulling away "what made you change your mind"
"Your husband, Dunn and Steve-O" he says making you give him a confused look
"long story ill tell you later but they helpped me I was dick and knocked some fucking sense into me! Y/n Im sorry I never should have reacted the way and I really never should have said the things I said to you-"
"Its ok Bam"
"No its not! Your my baby sister, the person I love most in this world, probably the only person id actually fucking die for and I called you a slut! What kinda of fucking big brother does that? Y/n Im proud of you and your career still dont like you not having your fucking clothes on" he says making you laugh "but you have worked your ass off and im sorry for saying otherwise. And...I guess I'm happy you and Knoxville are together! He is probably one of the greatest guys I know. I guess in some way I always saw something between the 2 of you I just didnt want to. Youve always comes to me for everything even when i was pissing you off and I didnt want to be replaced"
"Bam no one could ever replace my big brother ever and I'll still come to you! Youve always been my bestfriend Bam even when I wanted to punch you in the face" you say making him laugh "If it wasnt for you I wouldnt have my dream career or even have met Johnny. Bam It killed me keeping our relationship from you and for that I am sorry but im sorry for falling in love he really does make me happy"
"I just wanted to protect you from getting hurt I know how all those fuckers can be I mean its my job and Jess feels the same fucking way when it comes to you"
"I know and I love yall for that but if there was ever someone you dont have to protect me from or worrying about hurting me its Knoxville and I think you know that"
"I know, but if he ever does anything I will kill him"
"I know you will BamBam!" You say laughing before you hug him "thank you for being here"
"I wouldnt miss it!" He says hugging you back "thank you for not choosing Steve-O" he says kissing your head making you laugh "ok lets get you married Mrs.Knoxville"
"Margera-Knoxville" you correct him with a smile
"You look beautiful by the way, Knoxville hit the jackpot! Ill go get mom and the others" he says walking about to walk out when you called him making him turn around.
"Dunn knew by the way" you smirk making his face drop
'DUNN!"
The ceremony went perfectly! Your dad and Bam both walked you down the aisle while your other Brother Jess officiated! You and Johnny wrote your own vows which brought everyone to tears...yep even Bam even though he tried to cover it up.
And as promised none of the guys tried anything...at least til later!
You kept the reception simple as well! You both decided on pizza for dinner but of course Holly and Bridget had to make it a little more fancy! They did same with your cake when you said you just wanted cupcakes! And of course you had an open bar!
When it came to your first dance thats where Johnny's gift to you came in...
"Before me and my beautiful wife share our first dance I have to give her her gift, guys come out..." you look at him confused til you see the the members of Lifehouse walk out.
"Oh my God are you serious?" You ask
"Can I have this dance" he ask holding his hand out while Lifehouse starts to play yours and Johnny's song You&Me
🎶What day is it
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up, and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
'Cause it's you and me
And all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to lose
And it's you and me
And all of the people
And I don't know why
I can't keep my eyes off of you🎶
You and Johnny danced in silence no words were needed and neither of you never taking your eyes off eachother the whole time. It really was as if the world faded away in that moment.
You also had your father/daughter dance with your dad to Tim McGraw's My Little Girl. And your brothers even surprised you by dancing to Lean on Me by Bill Withers.
All in all it really was the perfect day made even more perfect when you and Johnny snuck away after the sun went down.
"Thank you for bringing Bam here" you tell him leaning in to his side
"It was nothing babycakes"
"No it was everything! But how did you do it"
"Ill tell you later, right now I want to give you one last gift"
"Johnny-"
He cuts you off by handing you a key
"You bought a house?"
"Not just any house..that house in Calabasas you love"
"Are you kidding me?!"
"We can move in next week. And we'll go get furniture this week everything else we need"
"You are the best husband! I love you so much!" You say giving him a passionate kiss
Summary: All of the Y/N Knoxville clips where she appeared or is mentioned in Jackass 4.5 due to always accompanying her husband on set :) And what was actually being said and done in the background of the BTS
( if this is ass, I'm sorry, I haven't written a oneshot before)
Intro at the Beach
Y/N's first sighting is barely noticeable, but fans can notice the vibrant bikini-clad girl next to the camera crew as Steve-O jumps onto the gigantic beach ball. The way she scrunched up into her body, even lifting a leg, imagining the fall.
As the clips keep rolling and fans view the background where the beach lounge chairs are, they see the same woman now sunbathing with the signature Knoxville sunglasses perched on her nose, listening to the chaos in the background.
What they didn't notice was that Y/N knew they were going to be here a while; they wanted to get the most out of their day, as did she. So, she decided to get a Jackass sticker logo from the crew to put on her left ass cheek and tan, as Preston Lacy will soon do as well. (Except hers isn't a sunburn and an actual tan)
Johnny came to check on his wife, walking up from behind and seeing the sticker and its placement. "Quite cheeky placement, isn't it?"
She turned her head to see he was standing behind her, "mmm, only supporting my husband"
"Steve-o's gonna take Lacy's off soon for the camera. Can we take yours off next to him too? He's gonna be seated, and you can just stand next to him, cheeks to the camera, and no one will see your face."
"Steve-O?" She gave him the most confused look not even wanting Steve-O close to touching her ass even though she's seen plenty of his.
"I will take yours off, sweetheart; no one's touching you...only me." He gave her a wide, cheeky grin and moved his eyebrows up and down, making her giggle at his antics. "Sure, as long as my face isn't in, I look oily".
And that is exactly the clip that Y/N is featured in; Steve-O peels Lacy's Jackass sticker logo at the same time Johnny peels Y/N's. However, where Steve-O slaps Lacy's chest, Johnny goes to lightly bite his wife's ass. "Johnny!"
Filming Begins
Y/N was feeling sick during the days the test shoot happened, so she finally appeared once again, walking into the official shoot at Johnny's side, his arm wrapped around her waist.
Y/N Knoxville loved dressing her husband up to match her outfit, so as he wore his signature Converse, black pants, and blue sweater, Y/N was wearing a smaller-sized blue sweater and black shorts with her own red pair of Converse.
They appeared to be laughing quietly between the two of them before Johnny saw the camera pointed to capture everyone entering the film set, and turned around to see everyone following behind. His arm still around his wife, "Here they come," and continued walking past the camera.
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Johnny changed into his Tesla outfit, asking his wife to draw his moustache. As she was doing it his hands found her hips and rested there, two cameras pointed at them. "Smile, honey, you're gonna be on the big screen," he muttered and tapped her hip.
She nervously looked at the camera next to Johnny, giving it a smile and a small wave as Johnny asked Demetri if he could tell who he was dressed as.
Wee Man Prank
Finally back on set after the COVID break and the new safety protocols, Johnny allowed her to return. It's not that he bossed Y/N around, but he wanted to make sure his wife would be safer now that she was a few weeks along in her pregnancy.
"Baby, baby, come over here and watch this." Johnny came over to pull Y/N to watch Wee Man's interview. He placed her in front of him, hugging her from behind while watching the interview happen outside.
Y/N knew she would soon find out what that suspiciously white liquid that fell would be; knowing her husband and the Jackass trend, she suspected it to be some type of semen. Therefore, she warily followed behind her laughing husband, not wanting any of it to touch her new Converse.
As Wee Man launched to push Johnny, her husband pulled out her pink bedazzled taser towards Wee Man, zapping it, "I'll fuck you up!"
He followed Wee Man one more time, reaching out with the taser, no real intention behind the zaps, "Taught to me by Mrs. Knoxville herself!"
"For protection, babe!" is heard behind the cameras as Johnny and the crew continued laughing as Wee Man ran off frame and Johnny walked back to Y/N, laughing and placing his hand on her stomach as he folded into her with his laughing fit.
Little did she know her pink bedazzled taser would be in Johnny's pockets during filming for shits and giggles.
Swingset Gauntlet
Y/N couldn't contain her laughter every time she looked up at her husband in his deflated flamingo costume. "I keep trying to look at your eyes, or just your face in general, but I can't. You look ridiculous!"
"Baby," Johnny whined, trying to pull her in by her waist but missing due to the low visibility the deflated costume is causing. She tried to stiffle her laugh as she walked into his arms and let him think he caught her.
"Ok, ok, I'm sorry," She finished her apology but looked up once again to only remember how he looked in the deflated flamingo suit. "How many fingers am I holding up?" She put out three fingers in front of his face and laughed as he just let out a sigh at her teasing.
"What are you Johnny?" The cameraman asks him.
"I'm a fucking flamingo. What do you think?"
Y/N just laughs but puts her face into his shoulder.
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In the background, the clip shows the guys waiting with their inflated costumes for the stunt to be prepared. As Y/N and Johnny are talking, seeming to be a fairly serious conversation, she casually keeps tapping the sides of the costume around his belly, Johnny having no intention to stop her nor a reaction to her antics.
The last thing seen before the stunt's presentation is Y/N bumping her still easily hidable tummy against his flatable costume.
Irving Zisman
Johnny had convinced Y/N to take part in one of his pranks, saying she didn't need to do anything except question his 'caretaker' and dance along with naked old men. She was wary she wouldn't be convincing, but he claimed it'd be amazing for his wife to be part of a prank for the movie and that she always convinces him with everything so she'd be great at it.
"You gotta see the manager in here. You should see the bunglestein on her. I'd like to tap her like a keg." No lies there on his part, making his wife be the 'manager'.
"Man, don't talk like that."
"No?"
"I wouldn't"
"Okay. What kind of a thing should I...uh.. cause she's a little sweet on me too."
"Man. I don't have advice for you about this."
"She's about your age." Johnny was guessing; he thought the guy looked to be in his thirties. Y/N being in her late thirties, Johnny had no shame about people knowing about the age gap.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Don't go blowin' up my spot."
"Gotta watch out."
"Yeah, I don't need any cockblocks around here."
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As the fire alarm rang and the naked old men walked out of the building, Y/N finally appears and sees Johnny as Irving.
"Hi, Y/N"
"Oh fuck. Hello, Irving. What the hell did you do now?"
"I didn't do it. He pulled it." Johnny pointed behind him to the 'caretaker'
"Irving...why are you doing this?"
"Why do what?! You pulled it! You said, 'Watch this', and pulled it"
"I didn't pull it!"
"Oh, why are you being a cockblock? Talk me up. You're being a cockblock. Talk me up." Johnny loudly 'whispered'.
"I'm not going to lie for you."
"He's your age, so he's, like, trying to hit on you. And it's not a good time for you to do that."
Y/N just watched, feeling partially bad for the caretaker, but knowing it'll make a good segment from a producing perspective. "What's your name?"
"Brad."
"Did you pull the fire alarm?"
"No"
"Okay, well, Irving says you did. "
"I know -"
"All of you who think Brad did it, raise your hand." Her husband cut her off, and all of the naked old men raised their hands with him, Chris coming out just on cue.
"Ah, wow, this is my kind of party. I kinda feel like partyin' right now. " And a funky tune started playing from the speaker he brought out. As he ripped off his pants, Y/N couldn't hold back her smile anymore and joined in the 'dance party, giggling and watching her husband try to twerk his way towards Brad.
"Come on, Brad. Let's get rad." Then moved his way over to do it to his wife, who pat his ass twice and laughed at his poor attempt.
"Yeah, Brad!"
Irving Zisman Pt. 2
Y/N wasn't in on the second caretaker prank as she woke up feeling more nauseous and clingier than ever, which is why she was watching him get dressed into his 'old men' clothes. "Ya know, I think you've pitched this exact outfit to me a couple of days ago for date night," she teased him.
He looked at her, lying down, and bent down to give her a kiss and a pinch to her side, "mmm, and yet these clothes led to you being nauseous all these weeks."
She made her way of getting off the couch and gave him a quick peck on her way to the door. "Hey, I was only saying, not complaining! I love my old husband." He could only let out a chuckle and pat her ass as he followed out of the trailer.
End Clips
The film gets to the ending clips of Spike and Jeff sitting in an interview, "Could you guys talk about who's stronger?"
But before they can answer, it cuts to Y/N standing beside Johnny in his interview, Johnny's arm around her waist, after he called her over. "Could you guys talk about who picked who up?"
back to Spike and Jeff
Spike and Jeff gave their response, Spike having a glint and rushing to get up
cuts back to the Knoxvilles
"I picked her up with my charm," he nodded and displayed a wide smile, causing Y/N to huff and Johnny to turn to see her rolling her eyes, "what?"
Cuts to Spike and Jeff knocking down the chairs and Spike grabbing onto one.
Cuts back to the Knoxvilles.
"Johnny, you literally couldn't look at me!"
"Ok! In my defe-"
It cuts to Spike launching the chair at Jeff.
Cuts back to the Knoxvilles
"Nah, nah, nah! Don't go lying now, old man!" Y/N started laughing at Johnny's attempt to change the narrative.
Cuts to Jeff running at Spike with the chair.
"All right, I'm done," Jeff tells Spike as the crew begins to clap
Back to the Knoxvilles
"Alright, honey, you picked me up," Johnny nodded yet was looking at the camera and mouthing 'no she did not, I did' and pointed at himself.
Y/N leaned back to see his face, then back to the camera. She let out a small laugh and shook her head, "Whatever," she began walking off-camera.
Johnny laughed at his wife, "I guess we're done now!" He started walking out the frame.
The only thing that's heard is Johnny's, "Sweetheart wait! It's over!", as it fades out.
If it sucks, I'm sorry once again....and if there are grammar or spelling errors... yeah sorry about that too ;D
{warmings: dubcon, blood/mentions of violence, oral f!receiving
as always no use of y/n and no physical descriptors of reader}
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Johnny never called for help. Ever. He never needed to anyways, with his friends always surrounding him or his first aid crew behind the scenes, he knew his back was always watched and protected wether it be in a fight or after. Usually those fights were of him dressed in jumbo suits or with a bull, but almost always on camera, not late at a random bar while drinking his past away.
All he wanted was a drink by himself, or rather, drink himself away. Every sip washing himself clean of the responsibility of sobriety. He usually was a blue ribbons until he passes out in a kiddie pool half naked. Or completely naked, it didn't matter to him, only his neighbors at to the trailer park.
Sometimes though, that just doesn't cut it for a man like him. Only the harsh burn of whiskey can numb part of someone who's felt so much. Well that and hard drugs.
It was 1:36 am when you awoke from the first callfrom a unknown number. It was a damn good dream too. Why do scammers always gotta call at night? It took around 4 other calls for you to finally give in and pick up, damn telemarketers.
"Hello?" You groan out, your voice full of sleep still.
"Hey." You immediately recognized that voice even if it was rough and strained.
"Johnny?" You ask, less out of curiosity more out of worry.
"Can you come over?" He asks his voice for once sounding weak.
"I- Are you, the 'Johnny Knoxville' asking for company? Shouldn't you already have like 5 girls in your bed from you being out there and stupid?" You mock and bicker. No way this scum bag was ruining your night for a little company. No way this asshole actually wants to see you.
"Oh whatever. Please. Come over." He begs, you knew this was rare and as far as he'd go. You had to take it.
"Give me half a hour." You sigh before getting ready to close your phone.
"Darlin' I don't know if I can't wait 30 minutes." He groans. Or moans? You can't tell if it's a painful sound or a pleasure sound or both. He's called you asking to come over using all 3.
You hung up and slid on your easiest pair of shoes. You know you don't look great or sexy or cute or whatever but you're tired. And you look tired. So what? It's just Johnny right?
You change, quickly obviously. But you change into at least a nicer shirt, still pajama pants, and instead of slip on shoes you decide it's worth the effort for lace ups. It was actually a pair he had given you, a gift from converse since he always sported them.
You arrive to his trailer and pound on the mesh screen door, the porch light aluminating the porch to show off and highlight off empty crushed beer cans and broken rusty furniture. You had bought the benches together last summer, it was a splurge for him but they looked so nice in your opinion. By the next week Bam had ruined it by including it in one of his many idiotic stunts.
"Johnny? Is everything alright?" You call out, knocking on the screen harder.
"Yeah. I'll be right out." He groans.
The wooden door muffles the sound of him unlocking various locks and and the chain scraping against the grain. The rusty door knob screeches before it opens wide enough to reveal and doubled over Johnny clutching his side. His white shirt stained in dark rust.
"Jesus Johnny!" You exclaim as he opens the screen door, you immediately open it and let yourself it reaching a arm under his and help cary him to the best of your ability. You find your way to the bathroom with him and gently push him onto the edge of the sink counter before slowly hissing as you raise his bloody shirt.
"Some douche stabbed me with a bottle, I don't think it's stitches level or hospital deep but I need help." He groans looking down at his wound, his expression is unreadable and his tone gives no hints to who's fault the stabbing was.
"I'll get the first aid kit from the hall." You sigh. He always knew how to get himself into situations like these. If he wasn't harmed he was hammered. If he wasn't hammered he was bored. If he was bored, he'd get harmed. It was a cycle.
You open the hall cabinet and grab the first aid kit, it's well used and most the insides have been taken. What is left is a disheveled mess and pathetic excuse for a first aid kit, but it has enough. For now.
You gently push Johnny back so his abdomen is more exposed and rummage to find tweezers while moving to your knees. You had donated him your eyebrow tweezers a few months ago since they used the last pair to remove something from a rather disgusting place. You slowly extract the first shard of glass, earning a whince and swear from him.
"You doing ok?" You ask looking up at him through your lashes.
"Hurts like a bitch, but I can't say I don't mind the view of you down there." He chuckles before whincing again. Serves him right for laughing.
You continue to extract all the shards you can. There may be slivers left but there's really nothing else you can do to get them out with eyebrow tweezers. You gently push Johnny to access the sink for water and dampen the bottom of your shirt. It was gross and so very unsanitary but no matter how much you'll deny it in the future you're panicking and cant form the words to simply ask him where cloths are. You look up at Johnny, he's so carefree about this. His expression is calm, the only feature giving him away is his slightly crinkled brows. His lips are in a soft smirk and his eyes are looking straight ahead. This byfar isn't the worst thing he's experienced but it's the worst you've had to fix for him.
You reach the wet shirt up and gently compress it against his open injuries. The heat from his stomach tries to fight the damp cloth from going cool but it's a losing battle.
You drop the end of your shirt and let it's cool bloody fabric hit your warm skin, earning a hiss from yourself. This isn't the time to worry about that though, this is a time to worry about the man infront and above you. The injured idiot. The devil himself.
You grab a piece of gauze and look up at his largest and deepest cut. It wasn't huge maybe the size of a medium paper clip. It was definitely stitches worthy but you knew if you mentioned that he'd regret even thinking about letting you help. He wasn't a big superstar he couldn't afford the copay, yeah MTV gives them decent Healthcare but not enough for retards like them. Stitches were just dollar bills being added up and tallied on his skin.
Although it went against every logical, or really every thought, in your head you acted on a impulse. You raised yourself on your knees for your head was more than level with his wounds and gently leaned forward and kissed them.
Johnny looked down at you, his smirk dropping and his mouth slightly agape, thinking of something clever to say, or something to protest but he couldn't.
"A kiss to feel better. Isn't that what moms do?" You gently smile. Your eyes doey and full of concern.
"Yeah I guess." He whispers as you move back down and bandage him up. When you stand up he tries to follow suit before groaning and sitting back down.
"Johnny, let me help." You say moving to reach under him and help him.
"No- you go home. You did enough tonight. Thank you." He swats you away before you lean down to his level.
"I'm not leaving until you're at least semi healed." You shake your head and raise him. "Come on, let me take care of you. For old times sake."
He groans and hobbles against you into his living room. You set him down in a recliner and move to his kitchen attached. "You're probably dehydrated, frome bleeding out." You pause and grab a glass from the cupboard. "And drinking." You fill it with water from a gallon in the frige, usually you scorn him on the waste of plastic but you're not going to make him drink the parasite filled water from the tap tonight. Maybe tomorrow but not tonight.
"So, what happened tonight?" You question as you hand him his glass of water.
"I'm not gonna tell you lies so I just won't speak." He says setting down his water on the side table and grabbing a unopened beer off it. He cracks it with a loud click and hiss escaping.
There's no use in prying, it'll just end into another argument. Like always. You just sigh and sit on a chair beside him. "It's late, let's get you to bed." You sigh and stand up reaching a hand out to him. He takes it and holds onto it tight while standing up. You guide him into his room in the back, broken lights, graffitid walls, ripped wall paper, burnt carpet that holds the cigarette smell and the walls that hold the color.
You guide him onto his bed as you rummage though his closet and grab a dark shirt. You'd look for a bummy one but they all kind of are. You sit next to him and slide your hands under the bottom of his shirt and start undressing his top half.
"Already trying to get me naked? Are you going to take advantage of my crippled state?" He teases.
"Fine, dress yourself, I just thought it'd be nicer if you didn't have to lean as much and loosen the gauze." You sigh and toss his shirt at him.
He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look- sorry. Please. Please do help." He pleas. For once he looks knocked down a peg, the night really showed you he's not as invincible and immortal as you really thought. He was weak for once. In need.
You help him put on the new shirt before he starts to stand up. He undoes his belt and tries to shimmy down his jeans before sighing. "I don't need you to put on new pants, I just want these off." He sighs and stands straight. You lean down and gently push them all the way down and guide his legs out. You happen to look up at his loose flannel boxers. God. You knew this was a mistake. You knew he didn't just 'want them off.' You knew he wanted help in all fields tonight. You were already here and he was a man in need. Maybe it was the pathetic act, or the lack of sleep or maybe the fear you felt though the whole encounter. Or maybe it was the last fight you had with him that you never said sorry for. But tonight, you will help him, in all areas.
"Johnny?" You ask, voice almost inaudible.
"Yes darlin'?" He asks, voice smooth and gentle, sweet. Like he was talking to a smaller creature, careful not to stardle it.
"I'll help you." You whisper, voice weak, almost sad and nothing short of pathetic.
"Mmm good girl." He hums reaching a hand to your hair and gently scratching it. You felt smaller than him. Could he possibly really be just an immortal being? If you lifted the bandages would he be healed already? He was so vulnerable and weak earlier and somehow you felt like the prey.
His eyes stare down at you caring and cautious but mostly, and almost entirely, full of desire.
You gently reach your hand up and rub him with your palm through his pants, pushing softly on him, each time your palm lifts switching places or motions. You rest your cheek against his thigh, his leg hairs tickling your cheek. This was pure man. It had to be. Right?
He groans and rubs your head a little messier, your hair becoming more out of place. He stumbles slightly and you pull your cheek and hand off him. "Do you need to sit down?" You ask, voice full concern and not afraid to hide your worries.
He nods and sits on the bed before laying back. You lay beside him and he nudges his arm under your head. He wraps his forearm around your shoulders and let's the side of your face rest on his bicep. Sadly, it's not very comfortable since all his body was pure skin, muscle and bone.
Your hand on your free side finds his free hand and interlocks fingers with it. He calloused fingers and rough palm roughly grip your soft flesh. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb for a moment holding the embrace in the air before growing impatient. He slowly moves the clasped conjunction down to his navel, his wrist resting on the patching from before. You knew he wanted, no, needed, lower. He just was a gentleman. He wanted it to be your fault when it happened. Your choice.
And it is. You reach down and wrap around his clothed manhood, gently squeezing and your wrap around to feel the density of him. How could he still have enough blood to be this hard? You gently massage him your hand moving more side to side that up and down. You knee you were doing right when he groaned and arched his back ever so slightly. You move your hand to wrap verdictally around his tip, encapsulating it in your palm. Gently moving in circles earning quiet deeper grunts from him.
Your thumb rubs against the space between him and the waistband, the space between self respect and forgiveness. The space between isolation and love.
You feel the warmth draw you in and your hand finds him. You wrap yourself around him, fingers gentle and caring. Cautiously preparing him. You slowly do your first stroke.
"Fuck! God baby!" He groans withering his hips desperately.
As you continue to stroke you earn different swears and grunts from him. His hips are raised from the bed and back is slightly arched from the pleasure. You rub your thumb over his tip to earn a "fuckin' hell..." Mumble from him. His skin is oddly very velvety soft and smooth. His hair is trimmed down as to not get in the way, but its still there.
"You're so fuckin' good at this." He chuckles looking up at you with that usual cocky smirk that showed this is the right answer. This was the solution for his problems. "Before I cum, can I please get a taste of you." He pleas, his smirk turning into a pitiful frown. There's not harm in saying yes, right? You cautiously nod before withdrawaling yourself hand from his boxers, fingers sliding along his manhood as they leave.
"What about your stomach Johnny?" You ask staring at his bandages, heart aching.
"I'll just sit on the floor and you can lay back, let me take care of you sweetie." He simply replies and pushes your chest down so you're flat on the bed.
He begins to sloppily kiss your jaw line, teeth grazing against your pulse. He'd probably rip out your throat right now if there was a camera involved. He'd call it something like "pretty girls first laryngectomy" but this is something he wanted to share. To be intimate. He wanted you by himself, for himself.
His hungry mouth continues to explore, finding your collarbone and biting down hard. His canines press to the brink of breaking skin. Both of you will bleed tonight and he will make sure of it. He moves his hands to the hem of your shirt fidgeting with the sewing as he eats your shoulders.
His fingers snake finally under the hem and start to slowly make circles on your stomach, tracing on the sensitive skin under your navel. He starts to suckle like a thirsty dog on the crook of your neck as his pointer finger toggles with the waistband of your panties and bottoms. The pad of three of his fingers make the difference by finally touching your mons. He gently rubs your space, slowly moving closer and closer to your slit.
He runs his fingers on the lips of your womanhood. He spreads them before using his middle to gently rub your slick. He traces a path a few times and groans against your neck feeling the wetness.
"God you feel amazing." He mumbles as his fingers begin the search for your clit. He slowly rubs your bud while moving his kisses lower to the top of your chest on your sternum. He raises his head for air before carefully moving off the bed and on the floor on his knees. He groans from pain from his abdomen. "Fuck" He whinces holding his bandages.
"Johnny, come back here. Maybe let's stop." You suggest hopefully and start to sit up before he shoves you down.
"I will restab myself. I need this." His voice bordering on demanding.
"I-ok." You sigh deafatfully.
He begins to slide down your bottoms and holds onto your underwear to come down as well. You hiss as the cold air shocks your privates before quickly finding warmth from Johnny's mouth. He waits no hesitation to immediately start work. He jumps in like it's halfway, no buildup.
His tounge traces patterns up and down your slit and his teeth press against your clit. His stuble scratches your thighs slightly. He grabs your legs and move them onto his shoulders and your whimper at the new pose. He continues to trace rough, hungry desperate patterns onto you. Slobber and self lubricant run down your ass from his chin. He moans against your mound before silencing himself by shoving his tounge into your hole. He licks strokes inside you as his fingers find your clit and rub rough circles.
He removes him face and hands, each hand on each thigh, and returns his tounge into his mouth to pant and catch his breath. He looks up at you with wide eyes and his classic Knoxville smirk. He looked so evil but felt so good. He returns a hand to gently run through his mess he made on you. He moves his grip back to your thighs, sliding his large rough hands under now to hold tightly before making out with your clit.
He desperately licks your bud like he hasn't drank or ate in months. Like he hasn't seen you in months. He begins to get more intense and aggressive with his lips and rolls them to reveal his teeth that graze on you. He gently opens his jaw wider before slowly enclosing his teeth around your bud. His hold tightens and he still uses his tounge to probe and lick you. He finally released the hold and intensely kisses it better, a lot. He continues to lick and kiss your mound before its too much and you have to push him away.
"Augh-stop!" You whine sitting up and scooting away enough for his mouth to be separated.
"God baby, you tasted so good." He pants out as he wipes his face off with his forearm and back of his hand. A bright smirk was smeared across his face, amongst other things.
He moves onto the bed and lays down. "Fuck my jaw hurts though." He whines before shining pleading eyes, "Darlin'.... can you grab me my beer?" He asks quietly. You stand up and leave for the door as your exit you hear a whistle, "Hate to say goodbye love to see it leave." He chuckles.
You roll your eyes and come back into the room sitting on his bed handing him his warm beer can. "You should go to sleep. You desperately need it. You need to heal." You plea resting your hand on his muscular shoulder.
"Will you stay the night?" He asks taking a sip. You know you should say no, him eating you out was already pretty far but spending the night completely blurs the line but he's so weak and broken. You have to stay. He needs you.
You sigh and get up and turn off the light before returning next to him. Tomorrow you'll tell him to stop calling you. Tomorrow you'll quit your addiction to Knoxville. But tonight, you will love him one last time. Tonight you are back together. Tonight everything is perfect.
I love ur johnny fics smmmm! can you do like a dads best friend fic with smut??🙏
dad's best friend - johnny knoxville x younger!reader
johnny knoxville x reader
chat i think i wanna make this a series too omg so many ideas hes so dada
your dad is catching on to you and johnny. you try to talk about calling it quits so your lives don't get ruined, but johnny tells you he's willing to risk it (then he shows you smirk)
word count: 2.1K
tw: dads bsf!johnny, dilf!johnny, younger!reader (obviously over the age of 18), kinda angsty, not really, cunnilingus, face riding, and more i think i forgot, MDNI, I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH
not proofread nor edited!!!!
Dad would kill both of us if he found out about this.
The spaghetti had gone cold on my plate. I'd been pushing the same forkful around for the past ten minutes, watching steam curl up and disappear while Johnny worked through his second helping like nothing was wrong.
He noticed. Of course he noticed. Johnny noticed everything about me: the way I bit my lip when I was nervous, the way I crossed my ankles under the table when I had something to say, the way I'd been avoiding his eyes for three days straight.
"You gonna eat that or marry it?" He gestured at my plate with his fork, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I set the fork down. The clatter against ceramic sounded too loud in the quiet kitchen.
"We need to talk."
The smile faded. He set his fork down too, slower, more deliberate. Those brown eyes I'd spent so many nights getting lost in studied me carefully. "Okay."
"I think my dad knows."
The words hung between us. Johnny didn't flinch, didn't look away, didn't do any of the things I expected him to do. He just waited, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.
"He's been asking questions," I continued, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be. "Where I've been going. Who I've been seeing. He mentioned you yesterday, asked if you'd been around more than usual."
"That doesn't mean he knows, sweetheart."
"He's your best friend, Johnny. He knows you. He knows me. If he puts it together-" I stopped, pressing my palms flat against the table to keep my hands from shaking. "He'd flip. It would ruin your life and mine."
Johnny picked up his fork again. Took another bite of spaghetti. Chewed slowly, deliberately, like I hadn't just laid our whole world on the table between the salt shaker and the pepper mill.
And then he didn't say anything.
I waited. The clock on the microwave ticked over. 7:42. 7:43. He kept eating, methodical, clearing his plate the way he always did, like a man who'd learned the hard way that meals weren't guaranteed.
"Johnny?"
"Let's finish dinner first, baby."
So I sat there while he finished his spaghetti. Drank the last of his water. Wiped his mouth with a napkin. Stood up and carried both our plates to the sink, rinsing them even though we had a dishwasher, running his hands under the water for a long moment before turning off the tap.
I followed him upstairs, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. He went into the bathroom first, and I heard the sink run again, heard him splashing water on his face. When he came out, his hair was damp at the temples, and his eyes had that look, the one that made my stomach drop, and my thighs press together at the same time.
He walked past me into the bedroom. Didn't turn on the overhead light, just the lamp on the nightstand, casting everything in warm gold.
"Sit down, darlin'."
I sat on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, looking down, and the silence stretched long enough that I started to fidget with the hem of my shirt.
"You think I don't know what's at stake?"
His voice was low. Rough. The kind of rough that came from something deeper than his throat.
"I think about it every time I touch you. Every time I'm inside you. Every time I watch you fall asleep on my chest, and I wonder if this is the night your dad shows up with a shotgun." He crouched down in front of me, hands landing on my knees, thumbs rubbing slow circles through my jeans. "You think I don't know I could lose everything? My best friend. My reputation. My goddamn life if he takes it that far."
"Then why continue this?"
"Because I can't stop." His hands slid up my thighs, gripping, pulling me forward on the bed until I was right at the edge. "I've tried, baby. Lord knows I've tried. I've told myself a hundred times this is wrong, she's off limits, she's your best friend's little girl. And then you look at me with those eyes, and I forget every single reason I had to stay away."
He stood up, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head in one motion. The lamp light caught the lines of his chest, the hair trailing down his stomach, the waistband of his jeans sitting low on his hips.
"Get undressed."
Two words. I listened.
I fumbled with my shirt buttons. My hands weren't working right, and he watched me struggle for a couple of seconds before he knelt on the bed and batted my hands away, working each button loose himself. Slow. Deliberate. His knuckles brushed my stomach with every button he freed, and by the time he reached the last one, I was holding my breath.
He pushed the shirt off my shoulders. Trailed his fingers down my arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my jeans and tugged, and I lifted my hips without being asked, letting him peel them down my legs along with my panties.
He sat back on his heels, looking at me. Just looking. My skin flushed under the weight of his gaze.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He said. "Walking around this house in my shirts. Biting your lip when you're reading on the couch. Falling asleep with your head in my lap during movies." He shook his head slowly. "And I'm supposed to just... stop? Because someone might find out?"
He leaned forward, hands planting on either side of my thighs, caging me in. His mouth hovered over mine, not quite touching.
"I'd burn this whole life down for you, y/n. You know that?"
I kissed him before he could say anything else. Hard and desperate, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't any space left between us. He groaned against my mouth and pushed me back onto the mattress, his body covering mine, all that heat and weight pressing me into the sheets.
Something about him not caring made me want him even more.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, chest heaving, eyes dark.
"I'm not letting you go. I don't care who finds out. I don't care what happens."
"Okay."
"I love you."
The words hit me square in the chest. He looked almost surprised he'd said them, like they'd slipped out without permission, but he didn't take them back. Just held my gaze, waiting.
"I love you too." The words came out with more emotion then they ever have before. I was scared of losing him. I was terrified my father would find out and I would never see Johnny again. There was also a hint of lust finding behind the words. I needed him right that moment.
His mouth found mine again, slower this time, like he was memorizing the shape of it. His hand slid down my side, over my hip, between my legs. Two fingers sliding through my slick folds, gathering the wetness I'd been holding since the moment he'd said let's finish dinner first.
"Jesus, baby." His voice cracked. "You're already soaked."
"I've been thinking about it all night," I admitted, heat flooding my cheeks. "While you were eating. While I was watching your hands. I kept thinking about what you'd do when we got up here."
"Yeah?" He pushed one finger inside me, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. "What was I doing?"
"Touching me. Like this."
He added a second finger, stretching me, curling until he found the spot that made my vision go white. I cried out, grabbing at his shoulders, and he smiled against my neck.
"Good guess."
He worked me open slow, watching my face the whole time, reading every flutter of my eyelids and every bitten-off moan. His thumb found my clit and pressed, circling, and I was already so close I could feel it building behind my ribs.
"Johnny-"
"I know, baby. I know." He didn't speed up. Didn't change a thing. Just kept that same torturous rhythm until I was trembling, until I was begging, until I was right there on the edge.
And then he stopped.
I made a sound that was half-protest, half-sob, and he laughed softly, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he licked them clean.
"Want to taste you proper first."
He didn't give me time to argue. He was already gone, sliding down the bed, positioning himself between my thighs. His breath was hot against my core, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, needing to see it.
He looked up at me once. Just once. And then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to think.
His tongue was broad and flat at first, dragging from my entrance to my clit in one long, unhurried stroke. I fell back onto the mattress, both hands fisting in his hair, and he groaned against me like I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. The vibration traveled straight through my clit, and I bucked against his mouth, chasing it.
"That's it, baby. Ride my face."
His words were slurred against my skin, barely intelligible, and the filth of it, the casual demand, sent a fresh wave of slick dripping onto his tongue. He lapped it up like a man starved, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks to my clit that had me seeing stars.
He wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked, and I screamed.
Not loud; I caught it in my throat, turned it into a ragged gasp. But the sound still bounced off the walls, and I still couldn't shake off the fear of someone finding out about this.
Then Johnny slid two fingers back inside me, crooked them just right, and I stopped thinking entirely.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. One second I was climbing, the next I was falling apart, my body convulsing against his mouth while he kept licking, kept sucking, kept pushing me through it until I had to push his head away because I couldn't take anymore.
He surfaced grinning, chin wet, eyes blazing.
"That's my good girl."
I was still panting, still trembling, when he crawled up my body. His jeans were gone. I didn't remember when that happened, and his cock pressed against my thigh, hot and hard and leaking. He lined himself up, the tip nudging at my entrance, and I could feel how much I needed him, how empty I was without him inside me.
"Look at me."
I did.
"I love you." He pushed in, just the head, and we both gasped. "I love you so fucking much."
He sank into me in one slow, aching thrust, and I felt every inch. The stretch. The burn. The way my body opened for him like it had been waiting its whole life.
He stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust. His forehead dropped to mine, and we breathed the same air, sweaty and desperate and so tangled up in each other that I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
"Don't stop," I whispered. "Don't ever stop."
He answered by pulling out and slamming back in, and the sound I made wasn't human. It was something raw and broken, the sound of a girl who'd found exactly what she was afraid to need.
He fucked me like he was trying to brand himself on my insides. Hard and deep and relentless, every thrust pushing me further up the bed until I had to brace my hands against the headboard. His hand found my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, and I moaned at the weight of it.
"You're mine." He said it between thrusts, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips. "You understand me, y/n? I don't give a shit who finds out. I don't give a shit if your dad shows up at this door right now. You're mine, and I'm not letting you go."
"Yes! fuck, yes!"
He shifted angles, and the head of his cock hit that spot inside me that made my vision tunnel. I came again, sudden and violent, my walls clenching around him so hard he swore and dropped his forehead to my shoulder.
"Fuck, baby-"
He kept thrusting through it, chasing his own release, and I was so sensitive I could barely breathe. Every movement sent sparks through my nerves. Every drag of his cock against my oversensitive walls made me whimper.
He pulled out right at the end, stroking himself twice before coming across my stomach. Hot ropes of cum painted my skin, and the sight of it, him above me, face twisted in pleasure, marking me, made me feel like I was floating.
He collapsed beside me, chest heaving, one arm thrown over his eyes. We lay there in silence, catching our breath, the lamp casting our tangled shadows across the wall.
After a long minute, he rolled onto his side and traced a line through the cum on my stomach with his fingertip.
"Told you I'd take care of you."
"We'll figure this out," he said quietly. "I don't have a plan yet, but I know I'm not doing this without you."
"Promise?"
He pulled me into his chest, and I went willingly, pressing my ear to his heartbeat.
