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𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 & 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞

❀ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐗 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐗 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❀ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐦, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

❀ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 𝟑.𝟐𝐊

❀ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝟏𝟖+ , 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐔𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐱

❀ 𝐀/𝐍 - 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐲𝐩 & 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞.

Working with the Jackass crew was always an experience, when your parents asked you described it as a fever dream. Each day something new went on, either a prank or a near death experience. You can’t count the amount of times you’ve seen Bam eat shit as he flew off the skate ramp.

“You know he likes you, right?” Bam nods his head towards Johnny. You turn your head and notice him. A captain hat tilted on his head with a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He’s stood laughing with Pontius and Steve-o after pranking Preston. “Bam, you can’t keep thinking people like me just because they’re nice to me.” You chuckle softly.

You’ve always been a dancer ever since you could walk. As you grew older you knew that choreography and dance is something that you wanted to peruse full time and so you did. Opening a studio in LA, you thought life couldn’t get much better than this.

That was until Jeff Tremaine and Spike Jonze say one of your YouTube videos, you got to talking and they wanted you to help choreograph a routine the rest of the crew would do in the final of their movie. This was a few years ago. Since then, the guys loved you so much that they asked you to stick around.

“Yeah but he totally gets a hard on when you talk to him, you look at him and he practically gizzes in his pants.” Bam jokes, making you chuckle. “What are you ladies talking about?” Ryan questions as he wanders over, his breath smelling like cigarettes and coffee. “Knoxville has the hots for Y/N.” After spending the last however many hours spent forcing the guys to learn the routine, you decided that they finally deserved a break.

With each of you all splintered off into different groups, you found yourself sat with Ryan and Bam on some crappy deck chairs. You’d grown closes to them since you were similar in age, the other members kind of saw you as a little sister. Especially Pontius. He always wanted to make sure that you were happy and didn’t feel like you were pressured into anything.

“Oh definitely, I think you could touch his arm and he’d cum.” Ryan mutters as he lights up another cigarette. “Will you guys stop?” You chuckle lightly slapping Ryan’s arm. “Maybe he’s just polite to me? Not every guy is secretly trying to fuck me.” You remark.

It’s not like you haven’t thought about it, truthfully, Knoxville is fucking hot. They way his shirt rises when he stretches revealing his dip v lines, the way his toned biceps bulge out of his shirt, his slightly sadistic laugh when someone gets hurt. You get on well together, he’s the first to compliment you in the morning & will send you a text to make sure you got home alright.

Holy shit. Maybe Ryan and Bam are right? “Listen Y/N, the thought of any guy thinking you’re hot makes me feel sick quiet frankly but Knoxville.” Ryan says in between puffs. “Wants you and he wants you bad.” You sit and think to yourself. From Bam, it just sounds like generic teasing. Like any brother would. But from Ryan, the slightly more logical of the two. It kind of makes sense.

“I don’t believe you. Plus, he’s at least a decade older than me. I’m not his type.” You shrug, leaning back into the creaky deck chair. “Fine.” Bam sighs before getting up. “Hey guys.” He calls out to the others. “We’re gonna get a few drinks tonight and Y/N has decided to come with.” You glare at him and then at Johnny, he smiles at you awkwardly and then back to others.

“Well, fuck you for that.” You mutter, sticking up your middle finger. “Don’t worry, you’ll be thanking me when Knoxville has his hands on you..” Bam wiggles his eyebrows, making Ryan laugh next you. “You both fucking suck.” You chuckle before getting up and returning to set.

“We love you too.” They both call out. Assholes.

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You can’t lie, you felt a little nervous. It’s not like you haven’t been out with them before, watching as Steve-o gets absolutely smashed and still somehow manages to not cave his head in whilst doing a stunt. You always found yourself getting drunk and having deep, philosophical chats with Pontius. Talking about the government, aliens and life beyond the grave. You decided once that you wanted to record the conversations and listen to it back later, unfortunately most of it was complete nonsense.

With a few drinks in your system, you scanned your wardrobe trying to find a semi decent outfit. Knowing that Bam and Ryan will be angrily ringing your doorbell until you are ready, you settle on a mini leather skirt. The kind that hugs your curves in all the right places, a low-cut KISS T-shirt with the sleeves cut off revealing some tasteful side boob and a pair of Black knee high boots.

Like clockwork, the boys are outside pressing the doorbell relentlessly. Grabbing your leather jacket and handbag, you follow the incessant ringing until you pull the door open. “We stood out here for 20 minutes for you to look like that?” Bam says slightly drunk and annoyed. “Fuck you.” You respond locking the door behind you. “At least I’ve put some effort in. You look like an extra in Oliver Twist.” You joke following Ryan to the car.

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The bar is a short journey away from your house, with a mechanical bull and cowboy decor, you knew exactly who picked this place. Beer in hand with a cowboy hat placed on his head, you glance over to him. Leaning against a wall talking to Dave and Wee-Man. ‘Jesus fucking Christ’ You think to yourself. He really does look good in that hat.

“Let’s get Y/N a drink before she climbs Knoxville like a tree.” Ryan announces to Bam, pulling me out of my dirty thoughts. “Does it really make you feel better to be a dick?” You question, taking the shot of Whiskey from Ryan’s hand. “Lets me know I’m still a human.” He smiles cheekily knocking back his shot.

The night continues on with a lot more shots and the occasional joint, it’s safe to say you’re feeling pretty off your face. “Dance with me.” You whine, reaching your hand out to Bam. With a reluctant sigh, he stands up and takes your hand and leads you onto the dance floor. It’s not particularly sexual, your feelings in that respect towards Bam are non existent, you loved him but most definitely not in that way.

But Johnny didn’t know that. Bam places his hands on your hips and spins you around, “He keeps staring at you. It’s freaking me out.” Bam slurs into your ear. You let out a small chuckle as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Is that why you spun me around?” You question drunkly.

“He keeps throwing daggers at me, it’s making me uncomfortable.” The two of you laugh as Bam spins you around to the music. You catch a glimpse at the rest of them, everyone is stood watching Steve-o get absolutely obliterated on the mechanical bull. But not Johnny.

He leans against the end of the bar, in deep conversation with Jeff & Spike about the movie but occasionally, his eyes flick up to you. Giggling and dancing with Bam. “What’s the game plan?” You question, knowing that he was definitely cooking up something in his head.

“We’ll break apart, I’ll join Dunn & you get a drink. Johnny obviously will come over to you and you pair will go off somewhere and fuck.” Bam says bluntly. With the amount of alcohol in his system, you are surprised that his plan managed to sound coherent. “Why are you so desperate to prove me wrong?” You ask with a chuckle. “Because you’ll be less stressed once he’s fucked you and I don’t have to deal with the way he fucking stares at me.”

The two of you break apart. It’s game time. Feeling a little more drunk than expected, you stumble over to the bar asking for another shot to calm your nerves. “You looked like you were having fun.” Johnny says from behind you, the alcohol bringing out his Tennessee accent a little bit more. Your heart races as you spin on your heel and look up at him, the bar is dark but you can still make out his chiselled features and stubble adorning his chin.

“You sound a little jealous, PJ.” You joke, the words just tumble from your lips without much thought. ‘Fuck, I’m drunker than I thought.’ You think to yourself, knowing that sober you definitely wouldn’t have said that. “Of Bam? Not likely, princess.” Johnny responds flirtatiously, with his accent making you feel weak at the knees.

You can’t help but feel tiny in Johnnys presence. Granted he’s tall, over 6ft even but it’s his personality. The way he carries himself, it’s something that you found attractive about him. The way that confidence oozes out of him paired with his accent, safe to say you’ve had many thoughts and nights spent replaying it in your head.

“You just seemed…close. Like a nice little couple.” Johnny replies, taking a swig of his beer. You can’t see his eyes clearly but you can feel them on you, scanning your face. The tension is thick, sexual tension is dripping from the pair of you. “Me and Bam? No thank you.

He’s not my type.” You chuckle softly. “Oh really? Then what is your type.” Johnny questions, leaning in closer to you. “You know tall, dark and handsome. But truthfully, it’s the older guys that do it for me.” You throw out a line, not really sure if Johnny is getting what you’re saying. “Should we go somewhere private and carry on our conversation.” Hook, line and sinker.

Johnnys hand grabs yours and pulls you away from the bar. The two of you weave through the other patrons and passed your two friends. Bam and Ryan high-five as you go by and you give them a sly wink. You find a small office in one of the back rooms with a ‘managers’ sticker haphazardly stuck on the door.

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“I’ll be honest, I’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time.” Johnny steps towards you, the back of your legs smack into the wooden desk behind you. “Fucking my hand at the thought of you isn’t the same.” Fuck. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. Even before you found yourself in this situation, Johnny always had a way with his words.

The office wasn’t particularly massive, it was basically a cupboard with a filing cabinet and wonky desk. Granted it did have a chair but it looked a little bit like it had been mauled by a grizzly bear. Maybe it’s the adrenaline coursing through your veins or the need to remember every detail for later, you immediately find yourself sobering up.

Johnnys hand reaches down towards the hem of your skirt, brushing his fingertips along the inside of your thighs. He pushes your legs open slightly as his hand glides up higher and higher. “Have you thought about me?” Johnny questions, dipping his head next to your ear. Kissing and nipping at the exposed skin. “The way my hands would feel on your body?” He asks, kissing along your neck.

“Or the way my cock would feel inside you.” A small moan slips out of your lips as Johnnys words create a pool between your legs. “I bet Bam couldn’t touch you like this. Dunn wouldn’t even know where to start.” Johnnys hand slips higher and brushes against your clothed pussy. “Fuck baby, you make me harder than Portland cement.” Johnny groans hooking his finger into your panties and pulling it aside.

Johnny spits on his fingertips spreading it around your folds, his eyes peering into yours seductively as he brushes against your clit. “You like that don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” Fuck. Moans and groans tumble your lips as Johnnys fingers slowly dip into your entrance, “oh baby, you’re so fucking tight.” His breath smells of alcohol and cigarettes as his lips collide with yours, roughly but passionately also.

He spits on his fingers again sliding another inside your tight little hole. Johnnys speed starts off slowly but increases rapidly each pump bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Do you like that baby? You can cum on my fingers, I won’t mind.” He smirks, curling his long fingers up and tormenting your g-spot.

You orgasm hits you like a brick wall, your legs tremble violently as your cum dribbles out of you. Pooling onto Johnnys fingers. His pulls his fingers out of you like the pop of a wine bottle, instantly placing his fingers into his mouth. “You taste so sweet.” He groans as he sucks them gently.

Johnnys mouth attaches back onto yours, a mix of possession and desperation lingers on his lips. His hand wraps around your wrist and guides it down to his erect cock, “Show me how much you want me.” Yours hands slowly unclasp his KNOXVILLE belt, fumbling with the button, you glide the zipper down and slide your hand into the gap.

“How long have you been thinking about this, PJ?” You question as you lightly grasp his cock, a muffled groan escapes from his lips. Pumping it slowly to start off with. “When we first met you.” Johnny groans as the speed increases slightly. “In your studio.” His hips start to buck into your hand as the speed increases, with gritted teeth and eyes shut, you could tell his climax was coming.

“You looked sweaty and sexy.” His words are enough to get you going again, making the patch between your legs collect again. You stopped moving your hand and his eyes snap open, “What was that for?” He whines like a little puppy. “I need you inside of me.” You exclaim, before the words could even complete a full sentence your skirt was around your waist and he’d flung your shirt & bra across the room.

Johnny goes to take off his hat but your hands reach up to stop him, “take your shirt off but put your hat back on.” A sensual chuckle leaves Johnnys lips as he obliges, “If I knew it would have this effect on you sweetheart, I would’ve worn it sooner.” His hands grasp the back of your thighs tightly as he picks you up and places you on the desk.

His lips attach to your neck until they get lower until he’s licking a stripe across your collar bone, dipping lower until he’s sucking and kissing your cleavage. Johnny peppers kisses along the tops of your breasts and litters them with hickeys, suctioning his lips around your nipple, he sucks and licks whilst playing with the other.

Johnnys hands loop around your thighs and pulls you closer to the edge of the desk, he lines himself up and slides in slowly. Allowing time for you to adjust to his size. “Fuck PJ.” You whine as he fills you up immediately. “If you keep talking like that I’ll cum in 60 seconds.” Johnny groans as he starts to move.

The tiny office begins to heat up as Johnny drills into you, sweaty skin slaps together as moans and groans tumble from both of your lips. He spits into his fingertips and rubs against your clit, “oh my god.” You moan from the euphoric sensation building in your stomach.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” Johnny grunts into your ear, the grip on your hips get tighter. His teeth graze the skin on your neck making your head throwback further. “It’s so much better than I imagined, it takes me in so well.” The sopping wet sounds of your cunt echoes through the tiny office, “Fuck.” He grunts, squeezing his eyes together.

His large hands cup your ass, scooping you up and spinning you around. “I need to feel you like this.” Johnny spits on the tip of his cock spreading around your wetness before guiding himself in, this angle filling you up differently and deeper. “PJ Please.” You beg pathetically turning your head back to face him, eyes staring deeply into his.

“I love the way you moan my name.” Johnny grunts, grabbing a handful of your hair and and pulling it into his chest. Tits pressed against the desk with Johnny’s hand gripping tightly on your hip. This angle is perfect, the way he drills in senselessly is enough to make you cum on the spot.

The way his balls slap against your clit is sending you into overdrive, head spinning into oblivion as the pressure builds in your stomach. “Fuckkk——.” You moan as your walls tighten up around his cock. “PJ- I’m gonna cum-“ The wave builds into your stomach until it’s too late, legs trembling and nothing but babbles escape from your lips.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Johnny grins. His hips rail into you at max speed, hammering his cock deeper into your g-spot. Gripping tighter into your hair, “Fuck Y/N.” He grunts pathetically before spilling into you. His hips continuing hammering until he stops, collapsing on top of you.

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The two of you stand together, awkwardly dressing and praying that nobody has heard. You turn to reach out for the door handle but Johnny grabs your hand and pulls you back. “I don’t want you to think this was just about sex.” Johnnys brings you into his body, his large hand tracing away the stray hairs from your face.

“So, the boys were right then?” You smile softly peering up at him. “You do have a thing for me.” He bites his lip a little as the blushed rouge creeps across his cheeks. “I guess you could say that, you’re fucking beautiful Y/N. And funny too. I think I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” You can’t help but swoon at his honesty.

You lean in together, foreheads bumping as your lips collide a lot more tenderly and softly than before. “I do really like you, Y/N. Like a lot.” He smiles shyly. “I like you to PJ.” You respond. The smile on his face grows as he leans in again, pressing his lips to yours.

“Let me buy you a drink then.” Johnny grabs your hand and pulls you to the door. Flicking the light off as you exit. Hands linked together, Johnny guides you over to be bar. “A bottle of Budweiser and whatever my lady likes.” A small smile creeps across your lips as you converse with the bar man.

Drinks in hand, you join your friends at the table watching as Wee-Man and Steve-o ride the mechanical bull in tandem. “You seem a lot calmer.” Bam slurs at you, subtly. “Yeah, Knoxville must’ve fucked you good.” Ryan pipes up about as subtle as a brick through a window.

“Yes I did.”

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝟑𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐲𝐩, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 - 𝐄𝐦 ♥

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