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Jul 5

Do It Now Remember It Later (Knoxville/Reader)

You couldn’t deny how much you missed him, even if he often went too far, because he always loved you. You were his girlfriend not just any crew member. You were special and he wanted you to feel it. Even if it’s in desperate and pathetic times, like in the back of a set van in the middle of the night.

(warnings: dubious consent, very manipulativey, smut obvi)

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It had been 14 hours since you landed in Florida with the crew, and nearly 3 and a half weeks since you had done ANYTHING with Johnny.

Jeff was in charge of all the planning for the stay, including hotel rooms and timing of the trip. He refused to ask for help or research and booked during the peak of travel season, early July. There were obviously pros; nothing beats an Orlando 4th of July and the beaches weren’t something you could get just anywhere at anytime. But there were far too many cons, the main of which being the lack of hotels available. Especially for holding close to a dozen and half people in one city let alone one building. Sacrifices had to be made and the main sacrifice was alone time and space.

Everyone had to share rooms it wasn’t something uncommon and no one complained but it was getting tiresome. They all loved each other, they truly did. But after a while everyone annoys everyone and they can’t stand each others faces. You had many times offered to Johnny to go back to Cali and stay home while he travels but he couldn’t stand being apart even if that meant he had to squeeze you in the van with all the other crew members and convince Tremaine to get extra tickets to everywhere.

Luckily, Tremaine was able to find a hotel with more than 2 rooms open; they have 5. That meant around 4 people per room. Lucky Johnny always had people calling dips to stay with him so if there was a floater or extra, it always went to him. He loved it. He loved being loved and loved by the crew. He really did. But god was he horny.

It was sweet that everyone wanted to be around him, but did it have to be ALL THE TIME? Can’t he have just 15 minutes alone with his girlfriend? Is that too much to ask for?

Immediately after the landing it was straight to a set for filming. Everyone was pissed off, jet lagged and sleep deprived but they knew work had to be done. Today’s objective was to do the Alligator Tightrope with Steve-O at an animal sanctuary 2 hours away from the hotel. At this point you felt more sick when you weren’t in motion.

Everyone crowded around the barricade while Steve-o changed. Johnny leaned against a post and held his hand on your hip. “God I probably look a mess, especially compared to you.” He chuckles.

“Don’t say that Johnny.” You say smiling softly and kiss his nose.

“Mmmm, how is it that you still look so beautiful after being in a seat at least 20 of the last 24 hours?” He shakes his head while stroking your hair.

“You’re so dramatic.” You scoff rolling your eyes before the two of you turn your attention to the alligator pit.

Johnny moves his hand on your head down to his side and grips your hip harder before leaning in and whispering in your ear. “They’re going to eat him alive.” He chuckles. You nod in response and watch as Steve-o climbs to the start of the rope.

You close your eyes and he gets on. Dear god please don’t make this turn into another long ass trip to the emergency room.

Steve-o barely manages to finish the stunt unharmed and untouched. You’d never seen him genuinely be shaken up before until now. The car ride to the hotel is loud and rowdy, filled with childish arguments and yelling and there was no escaping it. Everyone compacted into the van like sardines all 15 seats were filled. You sat in the back next to Johnny his hands quietly traveling up your inner thigh, close enough to make your heart jump and race but still in bounds.

The crew separates into groups of what floor who is on. The two of you shared a room with Steve-O and a cameraman.

Steve-O enters the room first and silently makes a beeline for the bathroom. The loud hard pressure of the water spraying fills the entire hotel room with how thin the walls are. The three of you sit on the two separate beds. The camera man tinkers with his camera bag and equipment while Johnny turns on the TV. He flips though channels before landing on an old western. He leans back and crosses his feet at his ankles, Chucks on the bed.

“Hey Johnny, can I have the key? I’m gonna go to the other set people and cross examine some footage.” The camera man asks getting up from his bed and repacking up his equipment. Johnny tosses him the key card.

“I think Steve-O has the other card.” Johnny says sitting up. The camera man nods and exits the room, the door closes slowly behind him and makes a loud ‘click’ when it finally shuts, signaling it locked.

A crash of something in the bathroom startles you and you sit up before Steve-O shouts out, “I’m ok!” and you lay back down.

Finally some alone time. Peace and quiet. You lay on your side and nuzzle into Johnnys rib cage and he wraps his arm around you, bicep squeezing your head for a moment before loosening it and gently holding you. His hand rubbed your back soothing you and mindlessly tracing circles. You lay there soaking in his presence, grateful to be able to lay with him like this without the feeling of being judged by other members. Stratified just to soak in his love. But he wasn’t satisfied. His hands wandered down to the hem of your baggy tee. You felt gross, you hadn’t showered or changed in far longer than you’d like to admit, it wasn’t your fault entirely. There hadn’t been any times in the last while where you could have a chance to really take care of yourself and get completely fresh.

You felt the insecurity and shame creep up as his thumb found your waist band. A small smirk found the corner of his lips but his eyes stayed glued to the screen. You move your hand on top of his and move it back to your waist.

“Is something wrong?” He asked looking down at you a small frown spread across his face.

“Johnny I’m gross. I’m not sure if you’d even want to hold me so close to you right now.” You say quietly before hiding your face in your hands.

“Aw sweet thing, what are you talking about?” He chuckles turning and wrapping both arms around you, fully embracing you.

“Hey, look at me.” He says moving his top arm and removing your hands from your face with more force than needed. He grips your wrists tightly and stares at your face, admiring every detail his eyes glossy and hungry. His eyes said it all: he didn’t care how clean or filthy you were, as long as you were his.

His stare burns your skin and feels agonizing, like he’s picking and pulling you apart each pore and hair at a time until you’re a raw disgust piece of flesh and no longer his girlfriend. You feel like you’re on display, you can pose your eyebrows to look sweet and pinched and your eyes big and doey but will that stop him from finding you ugly?

“I promise I’m usually not this ugly.” You can’t help but whisper out, shame fills your voice.

He raises his eyebrows out of shock and smiles in amusement, “What are you talking about? You’ve never looked so beautiful.” And with that he closes the gap.

He aggressively mashes his lips to yours, before you can part yours he’s already mashing his bare teeth to yours through your flesh. His tongue searches for yours and he hungrily consumes everything he can from you, saliva, your worries and doubts, your shame and anxieties with each aggressive rock and mash of his lips.

His hand rediscovers your hip and this time you can’t find it in yourself to fight it. You shuffle and move your leg over his hip. He closes any possible gap between the two of you and completely pours himself into you. His pelvis finds yours and he pulls you closer. A small gasp of air escapes him and a quiet hum rumbles in the back of his throat. His hands needle grasp at you and he eagerly rocks his hips, the bed slightly rocking.

Once the creaking is noticeable he pulls himself away and breaks the kiss. Johnny pants for air and his needy rushed hands find your jeans button. “Fuck, it won’t be long.” He says quietly looking over at the bathroom, the shower still running. At any moment Steven will be done and could walk out to the two of you.

“Johnny, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” You whisper your voice shy and full of fear. You twist your upper half to peak at the door.

Johnny grabs your jaw tightly and forces you to look at him. “I am not missing this opportunity.” He says sternly before closing the gap between your mouths yet again. His hand un zips your jeans while his mouth travels to your neck. He slides his hand in the limbo between your underwear and jeans and he roughly feels your mound the best he can. It’s rough, fast and uncomfortable. If you were being honest it didn’t even feel good but the context was enough to make you weak.

Small pants escape your mouth and Johnny bites down harder, making sure to leave a mark. He pulls your underwear to the side and runs his middle finger over your slit.

“Ugh fuck this isn’t even funny.” He groans between kisses. “I need you so bad.” He practically whimpers. He definitely needed this more than you but he knew how to make you need it.

Roughly, he slams his middle finger inside you and you yelp in shock and pain. “Ow Johnny, stop.” You whine arching to try and minimize the pain from the shock. He moves his mouth to yours and silences you with his tongue. His finger thrusts deep and fast. You can feel small tears form in you and your opening becomes raw. Everything in your mind told you to stop him, this was all wrong. At any second Steve-O could walk out or someone could come in. This was wrong and you knew it, you knew that if Jeff caught you guys there’s a possibility he’d switch your rooms. But for some reason that made you arch harder into Johnny and tighten around him.

His movements are hungry and desperate. It’s clear he doesn’t care if it’s rough or hurts. He needed you with every fiber of his being.

He pulls his finger out your insides immediately aching for the connection again. He quickly shoves his pointer in with his middle and curls them. “Fuck!” You yelp out in a pained moan. He tightly grabs your jaw, squeezing your cheeks tightly.

“Stay fucking silent.” He hisses his brows furrowing.

You nod in understanding and he moves down to yours clavicle and suckles on the bone. His thumb searches and finds your bud and he adds pressure. You let out another whimper before biting your tongue and praying.

The shower squeaks and screams as the faucet is turned and the two of you immediately freeze like a deer in headlights. He rips his hand out of you and quickly buttons your jeans, not bothering to zip them. He sits up and fixes his hair that had now gone flat.

He looks down at his crotch and groans. There’s no hiding it but there’s no point, it’s better to just accept it. The bathroom door squeaks open and Steve-O strolls to his backpack before grabbing it and taking it back to the bathroom and shutting the door again. Johnny rolls to his side to look at you and giggles.

The movie suddenly is filled with loud bangs and pops and you both turn your attention to it. You nuzzle back into him. Your attention wants to be on the TV but you can’t help but stare at Johnny’s hand. You want to just enjoy the moment but you feel like such a pervert. You needed him so bad and you couldn’t bare it.

Steve-O comes out dragging his feet and looking like the life had been sucked out of him. He plops down on the other bed and sinks in groaning loudly. “I swear to god I haven’t been so scared of a stunt before.” He groans in his nasally voice. Johnny chuckles at his beaten spirit.

“It’s ok ol’ pal we’ll find something to scare you even more god damn shitless.” He chuckles and scratches his stubble. He glances down at you noticing how out of focus you are and grins, pride spreading across his face.

The three of you watch the movie in silence just taking in the day and appreciating to be in a bed for once. You don’t even realize you fell asleep until Johnny is gently waking you up.

You look around, startled and confused. The room is illuminated by the bright glowing TV. You look around for signs of something wrong, Steve-o and the camera man were fast asleep and ever so slightly cuddling. You look at the TV that’s quietly humming, it’s playing Jeopardy, it looks like an old episode from the 80’s and finally you look up at Johnny who was sitting up.

“What?” You whisper in a gruff voice still very dazed and confused.

“Baby this might be our only chance. Can we please go to the van.” Johnny whispers, stroking your hairline.

“What?” You ask rubbing your eyes and sitting up.

Johnnys hand finds the small of your back and rubs it gently his fingers light and tickling. “I can’t resist you. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted you let alone touched you before earlier.” He whispers quietly before glancing over at the bed beside him. He stands up and goes to the doors entry way sitting down to put on his converse. You follow suit and stand beside him, holding onto his shoulder as you slip on your shoes.

He leans over and grabs the keycard off the desk before creaking open the door. He glances over his shoulder at the snoring men and down at you. He smiles and rubs your back, guiding you out.

You look behind at him while you walk and whine quietly before opening your mouth to speak and getting interrupted.

“Shhhh” Johnny giggled quietly while gently tugging you along down the poorly lit hall. “Don’t want to wake anyone up do we doll?” He asks pulling you close and kissing your cheek.

“We won’t get in trouble, right?” You ask quietly looking around for any signs to go back.

“Stop being a nervous nelly baby, it’ll be ok. If anyone even somehow finds out they won’t be upset. And if we wake anyone up when we come back to the room just say we went to the gas station.” Johnny comforts as he digs through his pocket.

“Where are we even going? Another motel?” You ask groaning slightly.

“I’ll find an empty parking lot.” Johnny shrugged opening the giant white vans drivers door.

“Dude…” You groan rolling your eyes at him.

He just responds with a smirk at you and starting the engine. You climb in the passenger seat and put your seatbelt on and folding your arms. He rubs your thigh while pulling out of the parking spot.

You look out of the window trying to memorize the unfamiliar streets. “Johnny I have a really horrible feeling about this.” You say quietly, your voice weak.

“I know you want it just as bad.” He says quietly all his attention on the roads. “Besides when will we get another time?” He asks.

He finally turns a few streets so he’s in less of the heart of the city. He follows a long road going up a hill.

You look down at the foot of your seat. There’s a couple crushed beer cans and an empty bottle of Mountain dew, just reminding you even more how bad of an idea this is. “This is the crew van. We are totally going to get caught.”

He pulls into the parking lot of a trail. It’s empty and dead silent except for the quiet hum of the large pristine white van. “God will you stop worrying for one second! Just shut the fuck up! Fucking trust me!” Johnny shouts, slapping the steering wheel. You jump back at the burst.

He leans forward and rests his head on the steering wheel. He’s dead silent and you stare in fear of his freak out. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel.

“I’m sorry just- just get in the back.” Johnny whispers solemnly his voice weak and stares down at his lap taking a few deep breaths.

You sit frozen for a second your brain unable to process his demands. Once the words finally click you shuffle to unbuckle your seatbelt and climb out silently. Johnny follows suit and opens the back side door and in silence puts the seats down. The two of you climb in awkwardly sitting facing forward both looking in your own laps.

“Look darlin’, I’m sorry. I’m just really stressed.” Johnny says his voice soft and apologetic.

You look up at him expression soft and still slightly scared. You looked tired and emotional, because in all honesty you were.

Johnny gently moves to grab you. “Aw I’m sorry dear I didn’t mean to scare you. You know I love you.” He frowns and pulls you into his lap. You wrap your arms around his waist and curl into him pathetically.

He leans down and kisses your forehead and rubbing your cheek with his knuckle. “I’m so sorry.” He whispers his voice weak. You look up at him and frown slightly. You felt bad you made him angry in the first place and feel even worse making him feel so bad. You sit up and get on your knees beside him and hold his face with both hands gently and kiss him sweetly on the forehead, stroking his hair.

“No no it’s ok.” You whisper back between slow gentle kisses. Guilt washed over you, you should trust him. You must be a horrible girlfriend for having such little trust in your provider. You pull back to look at him and lean down, feeling horrible.

He looks up at you the same frown spreading across his face. He leans up and kisses you softly. “I just-“ He starts before kissing you more passionately now, his lips hungry and gentle. Cautious now. “I miss you.” He breaths out before kissing you again. Your lips return the favor and dance with his.

His large hands find the bottom of your shirt and slide inside. His rough calluses find your soft sensitive skin of your back making you jump slightly. Warmth radiated from him and his hands felt so comforting. His speed quickens, his movements getting more hungry and desperate every time he reparts his lips.

His hands find the apple of your ass rubbing it gently and scratching your jeans in circles. Even with the hunger and desperation his mouth stays gentle and loving. He couldn’t find the words to apologize but he was trying to.

He quickly rips his hands away and grabs your shoulders firmly, pulling you out of the kiss. He stares at you intensely and panting. If you weren’t mistaken he looked angry. His expression stern and focused. “Fuck baby. We need to do it now I’m already so close to coming.” He chuckles shaking his head.

You immediately understood him this time. You quickly pulled away from him and slid against the door to unbutton your jeans and slide your pants off before they got caught on your shoes. You rip your pants off the collar of your shoes. You glance over at shuffling Johnny tugging his pants and boxers to mid thigh, not bothering to take them off fully. You move back over to him and your lips crash together more needy than ever. You accidentally bite his top lip and can feel a smile in his kiss.

Johnny awkwardly tries to move so you were straddling him without breaking the kiss. You help move with him and sit on his thighs and move your hands to his hair gripping it tightly.

He scoots you forward on his lap so your mons was touching his length. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh. Your whole body felt like it had been filled with boiling jelly. You felt high and floating. Sometimes you appreciated these long periods between sex, it made you so grateful for times like these. Why were you ever worried? You should know better and just trust him whenever.

You raise your hips and Knoxvilles hands find your hips to help support you. Your slowly lower just enough for the edge to meet him. “Wait-“ You lift your hips back up. “Do you have a condom?” You ask, fear crossing your face.

Johnny shuffles under you to reach into his pocket. He opens his wallet and pulls out a string of condoms in a pocket. He rips one off with his mouth. With one hand and his teeth he rips open the package, his other hand still holding you up to help you balance while you wait.

He slides it onto himself and looks up at you his eyes wide and needy. “Ready?” He asks you in a quiet gruff voice. You nod and he lowers you to refind him. You rub yourself on top of him, Johnny always cheaped out and never got prelubricated condoms. It wasn’t his junk he was damaging so why did it matter?

You knew you couldn’t prepare it more before Johnny got impatient. His eyes are squeezed tight and his expression squinted and squished as his breathing slows. You rest your forehead on his shoulder and your hands grip tighter on his hair as you lower yourself. “Fuck I missed you.” Johnny moans out as you slide down. You stay at the mid point breathing heavily trying to prepare. Even with the amount you guys have fucked it’s still hard adapting your insides to him.

He pulls you down and bucks his hips up, finally bottoming out. His expression weakens. “I missed you too.” You whisper before finding his lips again. You slowly kiss him as your hips gently rock forward, dragging out with long slow thrusts. Trying to take your time, not knowing how long it’ll be till the next.

You slowly rock your whole body already tense and aching. Johnny helps guide your hips and moves his own to help you. His thighs shake under you and his breath is shakey. A line of desperate small whimpers leave from his mouth to yours. You’d never heard Johnny so vocal. It made you feel so wanted and special.

His tip rubs the entry of your cervix making you gasp. His hips desperately quicken faster than yours are moving. It’s clear he wasn’t here to waste time. He needed you now so he will have you now, that’s how it worked with Johnny.

He moves his left hand to the meat of your ass and desperately grips at it. He inches it closer and closer to the middle. His hips not losing focus as he quickens his pace. He slows down for a second and pulls away from the kiss his forehead on your shoulder as he pants his hand gripping you for a moment. He softens his grip on your ass rubbing it before bringing his hand below him and spitting on his fingers. He moves back up and resumes the kiss and his quick pace. Lost in the feeling of him etching your insides you don’t notice his hand moving close and closer to your middle until the warm spit on his hand startles your empty entrance.

“But we- I- have never done this before.” You say breaking the kiss.

“Didn’t I tell you to trust me?” He asks between breaths then moves back to your lips. You tighten your eyes as he pushes it in. Pain washes over you. You close your eyes as your eyes water and your kisses become distracted. You want so bad to feel good but it hurts so bad.

“I don’t like this!” You finally say pulling away from him and pull you hips up to the edge.

“Baby…” He pouts rubbing your cheek. He loops up at your pathetically. You know you should be mad but he’s not doing it to hurt you. Right? Yeah he made his living off of torturing his friends and himself but he wouldn’t ever try to hurt his girlfriend? Right?

Your eyes meet his and another, heavier wave of shame washes over you. Didn’t you just discuss trust? Why are you again doubting him?

“I-I don’t like it.” You say tears welling up. You start to lift your hips and remove him. You felt so bad for ruining the mood. You wasted the chance. You sit on his lap and rest your head on his shoulder. You sniffle quietly praying he doesn’t embarrass you more. Would he really make fun of you at a time like this?

“I’m sorry.” You whisper in a weak voice. A tear falls off the bring of your water line.

“Oh baby.” He says frowning and moving to be face to face with you. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” He says kissing your nose. You nod softly accepting his apology. “Do you wanna continue or go back?”

You take a second and respond, “I don’t wanna ruin your time.” You say quietly and raise your hips again and he helps you line up. He slides your now tender opening around him making you hiss in a cold breath of air. He guides you slowly on him trying to find a rhythm.

He finds a steady rhythm and stays at a middle pace. “I love you baby.” He says kissing your neck. His teeth graze your pulse. “Mmm my princess.” He groans deeply.

His grip tightens and his hands firm around the ridge of your hips. You realize the lack of guidance he was giving so you took that as your cue to quicken your pace. You rock as fast as you possibly can before your body gives out. Johnny throws his head back and groans loudly, practically yelling.

“Oh- oh sweetheart! Fuck! Baby I’m going to…ugh fuck!” He shouts and thrusts his hips as high as he can slamming into you painfully and holding your hips still. His thighs and hands shake violently and his breathing is heavy. His chest intensely rises and falls as he quivers. He slowly loosens his grip and moves his hips back down. You stay connected and sit fully on him resting your forehead on his cheek taking a moment to find the strength to get off of him.

You remove yourself and lay down beside him on the hard backside of the seats. He ties up his condom and throws it out of the car door, littering in the bushes.

“Johnny! What if an animal gets it!” You say slapping his arm. You sit up and put on your underwear and aggressively tug on your pants over your gripping shoes.

You get out and grab the discarded condom and put it in the trash at the trail entrance. Johnny gets in the drivers seat and restarts the car. You climb in the passenger and curl in the seat.

Johnny turns on the radio and plays a classic country station at one of the lowest volumes. The drive back is definitely longer than the drive to the spot but it’s silent. The tension is relieved, and the night is now completely still. Your best guess was that it was 3 or 4 am.

“Johnny are we lost?” You ask quietly.

“No. Well. Maybe now that I think about it.” He says searching the street signs.

You shake your head and close your eyes yawning. He pulls into the hotel back entrance and circles the building to be back in the original parking spot, that luckily was still empty. Johnny guides you holding the small of your back to the elevator. He leans against the handlebar watching the doors close.

“I’ll be more gentle next time. I’m sorry.” He whispers kissing your cheek. You nod in acknowledgment. You knew deep down he was sweet, he’s just doing his best for you.