The night air is sticky, warm, carrying the smell of chlorine, beer, and barbecue. The small backyard is crowded with friends, Jackass boys, and their girlfriends laughing and yelling over music that’s just loud enough to drown out everyone else’s voices. You’re perched on the edge of the pool, legs dangling in the water, towel clutched over your shoulders. Johnny’s across the yard, shirt half-off, hair damp from some stunt or another, talking to Steve—but every few seconds, you catch him glancing your way.
“Hey!” you call, splashing water toward him. Not enough to really get him wet—yet. Just enough to make him laugh.
Johnny flicks water back at you, making a show of wiping his hand dramatically. “You’re gonna pay for that,” he shouts, smirk tugging at his lips. “I hope you know that.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” you tease, your tone light, playful. “You always do.”
He grins, shaking his head, and finally excuses himself from the group. “Fine, fine…payback time,” he says, striding toward you, all casual swagger, but there’s a tension in the way he moves, a kind of coiled energy that makes your stomach flutter.
“Mm, swaggering into my personal space,” you say, scooting back just slightly, teasing. “Careful. You might get yourself in trouble.”
“Trouble?” His voice drops low, just loud enough for you to hear, and his eyes flick down to your lips. “Nah…trouble sounds fun.”
You laugh softly, letting your fingers drag along the water’s surface, splashing him again lightly. He catches your hand mid-splash, yanks you a little closer, letting his thumb brush over the back of your wrist. “You know, I think you’re asking for it,” he mutters, smirk darkening.
“Maybe I am,” you whisper, leaning forward so your shoulder brushes his, letting your fingers rest on his bicep, feeling the warmth under his damp skin. “Maybe I like asking for it.”
His eyes darken instantly, tracking your every move, every teasing brush of your hand. He leans closer, just enough that you can smell him—sunscreen, sweat, that familiar Jackass-boy smell that drives you crazy. “You’re impossible,” he growls, lips barely brushing against your ear. “I don’t even…God, I don’t know what to do with you sometimes.”
You bite your lip, letting your chest press lightly against his side, wrapped around his waist without really thinking about it. “Maybe I like that,” you murmur, tilting your head up to look at him. His gaze drops to your lips and then back to your eyes, a flicker of something dangerous and delicious in his expression.
“Goddamn it…” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear, fingers tightening slightly around your waist. “You’re killing me here.”
“Am I?” You grin, brushing your nose along his jaw lightly. “Because I think you’re enjoying it.”
Johnny groans softly, head tilting back just enough to let you press a quick, teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You have no idea,” he mutters, one hand sliding down your hip just slightly, the other gripping your waist like he’s afraid if he loosens, you’ll disappear. “No idea what you do to me.”
“Oh, I have an idea,” you tease, letting your fingers slip under the hem of his shorts slightly, brushing against him in a way that’s playful but deliberate. “And I like it.”
His breath hitches audibly, jaw tight, eyes darting around the pool to make sure no one is watching too closely. “Shit…” he mutters, one hand suddenly moving to your thigh, pressing firmly, another brushing against the small of your back. “I…fuck…not here.”
You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. “Johnny, it’s fine. I don’t care if anyone sees.” You bite your lip, fingers brushing against his chest. “I’m right here.”
He swallows hard, nostrils flaring, eyes darkening, lips parting like he wants to say something—but before he can, his hips shift slightly, pressing against you in a way that leaves no doubt about what’s happening. His breath comes faster, and you catch a flicker of panic in his eyes.
“Uh…” he mutters, backing up slightly, hands raising like he’s surrendering. “Shit…shit, I—”
You pull back just enough to see the honest panic and the unmistakable bulge in his shorts. And then you burst out laughing, loud and unabashed. “Oh my God, Johnny! Seriously?”
He groans, spinning around, running off toward the house without another word. “I—fuck! Give me a second!”
You shake your head, still laughing, water dripping from your arms, toes dangling in the pool. “He’s such a mess,” you mutter, leaning back on your hands. “That’s…kind of hot.”
After a minute, you notice he hasn’t come back. Not even a peek around the corner. Curiosity winning, you slip out of the pool, towel wrapped around your shoulders, and start toward the house. The party’s noise fades slightly as you move inside, calling his name lightly.
“Johnny?” No answer. You follow the sound of running water upstairs, stepping carefully over scattered shoes and beer bottles. He’s not in the living room, not in the kitchen…just the bathroom at the end of the hall.
You push the door open slowly, peeking inside—and freeze. There he is, leaning against the counter, one hand over the sink, the other tugging at the waistband of his shorts, clearly trying to regain control, though he quickly gave up that battle.
“You came to check on me?” he said, voice deep, low, and teasing. His cock was unmistakably pressing against him, fully hard, the image making your knees go weak.
You raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at your lips. “You really didn’t think I’d let you just… disappear?”
The bathroom door clicked behind you, and suddenly it was just the two of you, pressed together in a tiny space that felt too small for the storm of heat and lust between you. Johnny’s hands didn’t linger on your waist—they gripped, pulled, and claimed. His mouth found yours immediately, rough, forceful, no gentleness in the way he kissed.
“Y/N,” he growled into your mouth, voice low and urgent. “Listen here. Right now, I need you to suck my cock. I can’t think straight. I can’t—fuck, I can’t do anything until you do it.”
You froze for a second, chest heaving, eyes wide, stunned by the bluntness, but the raw hunger in his gaze and the hardness pressing insistently against you made your brain go fuzzy. “Johnny…” you breathed, voice shaking, “you’re—”
“Don’t talk. Don’t fucking say anything,” he snapped, pressing his forehead to yours, eyes dark and dangerous. “Just take it. Now. I’m not asking, Y/N. I’m telling you. I need it. You need it. Don’t think, just—” His words were cut off by a harsh groan as he pressed you back against the cool bathroom wall, fingers digging into your hips.
Your hand went to his chest instinctively, but he gripped your wrist, guiding it down, palm open against the swelling length of him. He shivered, hips pressing insistently. “Fuck… see how hard you make me, just by standing here? I can’t fucking stand it. I need you on me.”
A laugh, low and breathless, slipped from your throat, teasing but shaky. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “So… demanding.”
“I don’t care if I’m ridiculous,” he growled, eyes dark, pupils wide with lust. “You think I give a fuck? No. I want you. Now. Don’t make me wait.”
Without another word, he shifted his weight slightly, hands moving to grip your thighs, pulling you up instinctively, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. You moaned, body pressing flush against him, heart hammering as he lined himself up against you, the slick weight of him pressing against your entrance, hot and throbbing.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough, low, vibrating through your chest. “Shit, I’ve wanted this all day… all day thinking about you like this. I can’t wait anymore.”
You gasped as he guided your hands lower, placing them over him, letting you feel him fully, thick and hard and impossibly large. “Oh my God…” you whispered, chest heaving, lips brushing his jaw.
“Yeah. That’s right. Touch me, Y/N. Feel how much I’ve been holding back,” he snapped, pressing a demanding kiss to your neck, teeth grazing the tender skin. “God, you have no idea what you do to me. No idea.”
You moaned, teasingly grinding against him despite his dominance, feeling the slick heat of him press against you. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, squeezing your ass, holding you flush against him. “I think I do,” you whispered, voice low and shaky. “I’ve wanted this too. I’ve wanted you.”
He groaned, hands tightening. “Yeah? You wanted it? You’ve wanted me like this?” He tilted your head up with one hand, lips crashing onto yours with force, tongue sliding against yours demanding and hungry. “Then show me. Take me. Take me in your mouth. Right fucking now.”
The urgency in his tone made your knees weak, heat pooling low in your stomach, and you didn’t hesitate. You let your lips part, teeth grazing him, tasting him, running your tongue along the length that throbbed against you. He hissed, thrusting slightly, letting you feel him pulse with need.
“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, gripping your hair lightly, pulling you closer, pressing your head down.
“Just like that… that’s it. Don’t stop. I want it. I need it. God, I’ve been holding back and I can’t anymore. I can’t… not with you here. Not with you looking at me like that.”
Your mouth worked instinctively, taking him in as deep as you could, teasing, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head, letting your lips tighten around him. He groaned loudly, one hand squeezing your ass, the other pressing against the wall beside your head to trap you there, dominating, claiming, and utterly raw.
“Shit, Y/N…” he gasped, voice low and ragged, eyes rolling back. “So good… you’re so fucking good at this. Fucking greedy little mouth of yours. Jesus Christ.”
You hummed around him, lips sliding up and down, feeling his hands grip you tighter, one palm digging into the small of your back, holding you flush against him. He shifted slightly, giving you better access, moving like a predator, entirely in control, utterly demanding.
You felt it—the way he shuddered, the hips jerking involuntarily, the low groans turning ragged. “Johnny… oh God… I can feel it…” you whispered, excitement and hunger threading through your voice.
He pulled you closer, pressing his thighs against yours, voice dropping even lower, dangerous. “Yeah… that’s it… just like that… keep going… don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop…”
And then he tensed. The coil in his body snapped, releasing in one long, deep groan that vibrated against your tongue and chest. He came hard, shuddering violently, hips jerking as his fingers tightened in your hair. Every drop of him filled your mouth, and you swallowed eagerly, letting him ride the wave of pleasure while your own pulse raced from the intimacy and intensity.
He moaned your name, deep and guttural, eyes opening just slightly to lock onto yours with an expression of raw, unfiltered need. “God… Y/N… you… you’re killing me… oh fuck…”
You were still trembling from the intensity of his release when he didn’t let you catch your breath. Johnny’s eyes were dark, almost feral, fixed on yours with a possessive hunger that made your stomach twist and thrum with need. He didn’t say a word—he didn’t need to. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs, pressing your legs wider, and you instinctively leaned back against the cool bathroom wall.
His mouth found you immediately, lips and tongue dragging over your inner thighs, teasing, tasting, driving you wild.
“Fuck… you taste so good,” he groaned, voice low and rough, full of heat. “God, I need this. I need you like this. You’re mine, Y/N. Mine.”
You gasped, leaning your head back, fingers tangling in his hair. “Johnny…” your voice was shaky, weak, and desperate, but the way he sucked and kissed you, the way his hands gripped your thighs, made you forget every word except his name.
“Don’t talk, just feel my fucking tongue,” he growled, one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing your thigh down as he sucked a long, wet trail from your core to your clit. “I want to make you come before I even touch myself again. God, I’ve been dying for this… for you.”
Your back arched, hips tilting into him despite yourself, moans spilling uncontrollably as his tongue teased you, lapping at every sensitive spot, his fingers slipping inside you in tandem with his mouth. “Oh, fuck… Johnny! Don’t stop… please, don’t stop!”
He groaned, one hand gripping your ass as he pulled you closer, eyes never leaving yours.
“You like that, don’t you? You like it when I take you like this. Huh? You’re mine, Y/N. All of you.”
You dug your nails into his shoulders and back, leaving scratches as you rode his mouth with your hips, desperate and needy, voice hoarse with moans. “Yes… yes, I’m yours… all yours!”
Johnny grunted, sitting back slightly, lips glistening, eyes dark and intense. “Good. Good girl. So wet for me… so fucking perfect.” He lifted you effortlessly, guiding you to the bathroom counter, and pressed your back against the cool porcelain. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his thighs as he gripped your ass, holding you in place.
“God, look at you,” he growled, hands roaming, thumbs pressing into your ass cheeks as his hips rubbed against yours. “You feel so fucking good. You have no idea what you do to me.”
Your hands went to his back, claws dragging across skin as your chest heaved. “You’re gonna fuck me so hard, aren’t you?” you whispered, voice trembling with need.
He smirked, teeth grazing your shoulder, voice low and dangerous. “Damn right I am. You think I’m gonna let you sit here all wet and tease me like that without making you mine?” He adjusted his position, pressing the tip against your entrance, letting you feel the weight and size of him fully. “God, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Y/N…”
You gasped, hips tilting involuntarily. “Johnny… yes… now… please…”
He wasted no time. One hard thrust and he was inside you, chest pressing flush against yours, arms wrapped tight around your thighs, holding you in place. “Fuck… you’re so tight… so fucking good,” he groaned, thrusting again, slow and deliberate at first, letting you feel every inch. “Feel that? All of me, Y/N. Mine. Only mine.”
You moaned, nails digging deeper into his back, scratching, leaving marks as your body rocked against his. “Yes! Harder… harder, Johnny!”
He obeyed immediately, thrusting deep and fast, grunting with each movement, head dropping to yours, lips brushing your ear. “God, you feel so good… so fucking perfect. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. Waiting to make you mine like this.”
Your chest heaved, hips moving in tandem with his thrusts, hands tangled in his hair, mouth close to his ear as you whispered, moaned, and gasped, “Johnny… I’m so close… oh fuck, I can’t… oh God!”
He growled, one hand gripping your ass, the other gripping your thigh, lifting your leg slightly higher, letting him plunge deeper. “Come on, Y/N… come on my cock… let me feel you tighten around me. Let me hear you scream my name.”
The words pushed you over the edge, and with a scream, your body shuddered, clenching around him as waves of pleasure tore through you. Johnny groaned, chest heaving, thrusting through your orgasm, chasing his own release, eyes dark and wild.
“You feel so fucking good… so wet… so tight,” he growled, voice rough and broken. “I can’t… I can’t hold back any longer…”
With a few more deep, hard thrusts, he lost himself, groaning your name, filling you completely, his body shaking with intensity. He collapsed slightly against you, holding you tight, both of you trembling, sweat-slicked, bodies slick and shining in the bathroom light.
When he finally pulled out, he rested his forehead against yours, breath heavy, voice low and rough. “God… you’re mine, Y/N. All of you… I’ve wanted this forever, and now I have you.”
You laughed breathlessly, chest heaving, hands still gripping his back, nails dragging lightly. “You’re insane,” you whispered, voice hoarse.
He smirked, tilting your chin up, lips brushing yours in a soft, possessive kiss. “Insane for you,” he murmured.
“Always for you. Every inch, every moment, every fucking time. You’re mine.”
You shivered, leaning against him, heart pounding, body still pulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. “Mine too,” you whispered, letting yourself melt into him, knowing he would never let go.
Johnny chuckled low, voice warm and deep. “Damn right, you are. And don’t you forget it, ever.”
