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The CKY Groupie

Ryan Dunn x Reader, Brandon DiCamillo x Reader, Bam Margera x Reader, Chris Raab x Reader: 6k words

Description: All the moments in your life in which you’re romantically involved with the members of the CKY crew <3

A/n: God this took me a long time to write i will not be doing this again in one part 😭 Not beta read and probably has some inaccuracies and if so just know all smut content on this is with 18+ year olds!!! feel free to reblog and send any requests <3 This is an f!reader fic but other than the last part a lot of this could be gn!

warnings: smut (18+), alcohol, oral m!receiving, face fucking, p in v, unprotected sex

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* Chris *

It was the third grade and a crowd had gathered around you and Chris during recess. “Just kiss!” Someone in the mass jeered as you stood an awkward distance away from the boy you had been pressured into kissing. Chris was bright red in the face, matching the blush that spread on yours as Bam and Dico began pushing him towards you. “Just do it wimp!” Bam laughed, enjoying this torture thoroughly.

The morning of that fateful day, whispers and notes had been passed around the class detailing one certain rumour. “Chris likes y/n.” You didn’t know for sure if it was true or not but sure enough, the boys bullied it out of him and it was unveiled as the truth. Recess was a whirlwind of excitement, basically everyone in the grade knew about this potential romance, probably most of the school too and so someone settled that this meant the two of you had to kiss.

That’s what lead you to the corner of your school yard, not really wanting to be there but the peer pressure got to you. A lengthy amount of time had passed and you two were still standing there, stiff as a board, terrified of touching lips. The crowd were beginning to get annoyed. “Are you guys gonna kiss or not?” A boy in the grade above you spat, a couple “yeah!”s followed suit.

Getting impatient yourself, you decided to bite the bullet and smooch this awkward 9 year old. The group of kids cheered and whooped as you grabbed Chris’ shoulders and landed your lips on his, your teeth knocking gently. The kiss only lasted a couple seconds, with Chris’ arms still glued to his side, before a teacher broke apart the commotion. After you pulled away, Chris looked horribly embarrassed and ran as fast as he could to the opposite side of the yard causing everyone to laugh manically at his distress. You felt humiliated at the time, your first kiss and the receiver ran away in fear? Great. But with time, the kiss became an ongoing joke between the two of you as well as the rest of the crew as they absorbed you as their own.

* Ryan *

A good few years down the line, you and the CKY crew were the best of friends. It was High School now and you basically hung out with the idiots every day, forming a tight knit group. With any friendship group there comes … the crushes. And you couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, you had liked Ryan Dunn for many years. The cute blonde kid (pre-beard) had caught your eye at some point in middle school and you were basically head over heels for him come high school.

In your Junior Year of High School, Jess managed to smuggle a bottle of Smirnoff from his parent’s alcohol cabinet and you got completely wasted on it. Your time at the big High School party of the year was now being spent bent over the toilet, puking your guts up as Ryan Dunn held your hair back and patted your back comfortingly. “I’m sorry Ryan.” You groaned, spitting the gross residue left in your mouth into the bowl. “Don’t apologise y/n.” Dunn laughed, rubbing circles into the spot below your neck. “No, no, You should be out there having fun, not stuck in here with me.” Ryan smiled, “What if I want to be stuck in here with you?” You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and turned to look the boy in the eyes. “Don’t do that Ry.” He looked confused, his brows furrowing together. “Don’t do what?” He laughed, passing your rather blunt statement off as just you being inebriated. You groaned once more, turning around to lay your face in the (no doubt) filthy toilet seat. “Don’t say stuff like that. You know I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time.” Ryan’s grip on your hair loosened slightly. The silence in the bathroom juxtaposing the bustling party just a few feet away from you. “You like me?” He asked, genuinely shocked. “Don’t act like you don’t know. It’s fine that you don’t like me back, just don’t say shit like that.” Ryan let go of his hold on your hair and turned you around to face him. “Y/n what makes you think I don’t like you?” The underlying insinuation of this question sunk to the bottom of your stomach like an anchor, your drunkenness becoming less apparent as it dawned on you what you had just admitted. Your confused looks mirrored each other, both of you realising what exactly this bomb drop meant. “Hold on, do you mean you do like me?!” You asked as Ryan started to laugh, alleviating the tension in the room. “I don’t know if you’re full of shit cause’ of all the booze so I’m gonna answer that tomorrow.” You shook your head, lifting yourself onto you knees to come closer to him. “I promise you I’m not full of shit Ryan.” Your faces were pretty close now, a shot of excitement painting your cheeks a rosy red. Dunn brushed a piece of hair behind your ear and grabbed your shoulders gently. “Y/n let me walk you home, we can talk about this tomorrow.” You smiled flatly. God why’d he have to be so sensible. You let him help you up and out of the house and although he wouldn’t kiss you that night, he held your hand like a promise, “I’ll say it when you’re sober.” He whispered in your ear as he led you to your doorstep, pecking your cheek lightly. Your eyes lingered on him as he strolled away, so nonchalant as if he hadn’t rocked your entire world.

Shortly after that fateful night, You and Ryan were dating. Everyone knew about it, you did all the typical High School romance stuff, he held your hand in the halls and kissed you when he had to leave. Nights were spent in his car, Bam’s mixtape playing in the background as you made out like typical teenagers, his roaming hands causing your heart to flutter as every time it went farther, and farther. Eventually you lost your virginity to him in your own bed while your parents were away. A night of fumbling limbs and whispers of “Is this okay?” followed by light whimpers and groans as you shared your most intimate parts with the kid that used to stick gum in your hair in elementary school. You guys were cute and even though the crew would mock you for your overly cutesyness, Ryan was never ashamed to be with you, opting to show you off and kiss you in front of them all. He was your first serious boyfriend and everything about him made your stomach swell with butterflies as the honeymoon phase seemed to be eternal. Well High School eternal. Sometimes Raab would crack jokes about how he was your “first” warranting Dunn to smack him in the face often enough. You were there when they started filming their stupid videos, often the videographer of Bam’s skating clips and even in front of the camera during pranks that would land you in the principal’s office. Everything was so perfect, prom and graduation spent with your sweetheart, up until the summer after Senior Year.

You hated to admit it but you guys were fighting a lot and not just silly little bickers. Full on screaming matches that lead to tears and hurt feelings, it always ended the same, with you in his bed, kissing away your apologies but you knew it wasn’t right. Maybe you had outgrown each other, you weren’t really sure how it happened so quickly but it was obvious it wasn’t going to work out for much longer. It was a hard decision to break up, and a rough split it was. You barely got out of bed after it, depressed and heart broken but you knew it was how it was meant to be. You and Ryan were still completely civil, in fact a couple months after you called it quits you were basically best friends again. Of course the hurt was still there, in the back of your mind and maybe it was still there in Ryan’s but you were both happy and that’s what was important.

* Dico *

It had been over a year since you and Ryan broke up and the crew was as strong as ever. Filming stupid videos and pranks was basically all you did now that Bam had gotten into this whole video thing meaning you spent every day with the idiots. None of you were very set on college aspirations so you had plenty of time to fuck around. After the summer, Dico had been acting a little… strange. He was constantly smiling at you with this weird knowing look like he was in on something you weren’t. At first you were paranoid he was pulling some elaborate prank right under your nose but alas, nothing really came of it. He was leaving lasting touches on your skin and would walk or drive you home whenever you drank despite the fact your house was pretty out of his way. This whole funny business he was getting up to came to a climax (ha) on the night of Halloween.

Rake was throwing a huge party at his with majority of the youth population of West Chester rocking up. You and the gang decided on an excellent group costume. You would be Hugh Hefner, sporting a classy red velvet robe, scantily clad underneath of course, (it was still halloween after all) and a captains hat with a pipe in hand while Raab, Dico, Ryan and Bam were wearing their own interpretations of a playboy bunny, topped off with the classic ears and bow ties. It was a funny costume no doubt but apparently whatever girl Ryan was going out with was pretty pissed he had ditched their couples costume in favour of something with his ex. You understood her anger but were quick to reassure her that there was nothing there anymore and you weren’t really lying. It felt good to finally be over Ryan for good, you were happy he moved on too and that you were both still friendly enough to do something stupid like that for the special day.

You spent a lot of time at the party playing beer pong very poorly, meaning you were drunk fairly fast but you were having a great time. Dico was stuck to your side for most of the night, flirting with you quite outwardly, becoming a little touchy feely but you weren’t mad about it. In fact, it felt kinda good. You had a pretty dull summer hanging out with those bozos meaning you hadn’t slept with anyone since Ryan and you were beginning to see Dico in a different light. There was something kinda sexy about his confidence and he was pretty cute too. After another ball ended up in your cup, you downed it, now finding the courage to lean into whatever act Dico was putting on. Later on you sat next to him on the couch, leaning into his legs and bending your body towards him to talk to him rather seductively. He had his arm around your shoulder now and often you’d see him taking a peek down your robe, just as you planned. Before you knew it, Dico had his hand resting on your thigh and was slowly inching it upwards as he rubbed circles into your bare flesh. He talked nonchalantly about whatever unimportant topic of conversation you were discussing as your breathing became shaky the further his hand reached. You gasped as you felt the pads of Dico’s fingers brush against the edge of your panties, you hadn’t even realised he had gone that far. You grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eyes, a smug grin present on his face. “What are you doing?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows though your smirk gave away the pleasure you were truly having. Dico’s smile grew, “You seemed to like it.” Your heart was beating exponentially fast at this point, his fingers still lay on the inside of your thigh, your hand just keeping it there. “We’re in the middle of the party Brandon.” Dico moved his hand away, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He smiled and licked his lips, an idea popping into his head. “Can I tell you something?” You looked puzzled as he motioned “come here” with his fingers but moved your ear towards his mouth anyways. Pulling the oldest trick in the book, Dico used his fingers to pull your chin towards his face before pressing his lips against yours.

You gave in immediately, moving your lips in sync with his, you felt a little stupid for falling for the deception but nonetheless, you were kissing Brandon fucking DiCamillo. The adrenaline of the kiss fuelled it to get a little more intense, anyone could see you right now, even Ryan. Fuck, Ryan. You were confused on whether or not Dico was concerned with how this would go down within the crew. I mean weren’t you used goods or something? Or bro code breaching at the very least. Still, you let him pull you onto his lap to straddle him as the kiss deepened. He bit your lip lightly in order to sneak his tongue in and now you were almost grinding on his lap as he fondled your ass roughly, his tongue down your throat. You laughed into Dico’s mouth as you pictured the scene happening, Hugh Hefner straddling a bunny on a couch in the middle of a college home town party. “What?” Brandon pulled away smiling as you giggled. “No no it’s nothing.” You laughed again, going back in to kiss him some more, quickly becoming addicted to the way his tongue moved against yours. He pulled away again this time to move to your neck, kissing it softly and beginning to lightly suck. You held onto his neck but then became worried you’d get too damn horny in this rampant room so you tore Dico’s head away from you. He looked confused before understanding when you got off his lap and held his hand to lead him away from the masses.

You made eye contact with some of your old friends from high school who were giving you winks and thumbs ups and slightly startled expressions giving you the impression basically everyone saw your display of affection on the sofa. That’s when you met eyes with Bam and Ryan, both looking pretty shocked but faint smiles appeared on their faces. You shook this off, continuing to lead Brandon up the stairs to find Rake’s bedroom, praying it would be unoccupied. Alas, it was and as soon as you pulled the kid in and locked the door, you were grabbing at each other, roughly making out before stumbling on to the messy bed, not that you gave a shit. Dico had you under him, his hands roaming over your body as you held onto his face. You could feel him attempting to pull your robe off but you stopped his hands, you had other plans in mind. You pulled away from the kiss and told Dico to sit up, pulling yourself away from him and situating yourself on your knees between his legs as he did what he was told. “Jesus Fuck.” You could hear him whimper under his breath as he realised what was really going to happen.

You got to work on his belt, he was wearing stupid slacks and a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned, the bow tie and bunny ears long discarded. His face was flushed as was yours and man did he look fucking great from your angle. His smugness had almost dissipated, simply patting your head when you pulled his already hard dick out of his underwear. You spit on top of it, letting your saliva drip out of your mouth on to his tip. Dico groaned at the sensation, you knew that’s what Ryan liked. God why the fuck were you thinking of Ryan right now? I mean you couldn’t really blame yourself, he was the only person you had ever given head to before and you had a lot of practice so it was time to put those skills to use. You licked around his tip as your hand slowly pumped his base. His dick was slightly bigger than Ryan’s which excited you a little, you never realised you’d actually miss giving blowjobs. Not before long, you put your whole mouth around Dico’s cock, sucking lightly, earning a moan from him. You tried to adjust your position to fit more of him in but it took Brandon’s own hand to push your head down in order to go all the way. He brushed your hair away from your neck to form a makeshift ponytail as he gently pushed his dick down your throat. You gagged a little but insisted you were okay when he eased up. You released his member from your mouth with a pop to have a brief breather. Brandon wiped a tear that was falling down your cheek with the pad of his thumb and angled your face up towards him. “Open.” He whispered, his voice a low rumble. You did as he said, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out teasingly. He spat in your mouth and shut it with the grip he held on your chin, leaning back to let you continue. You went back to licking his tip before taking him in fully, bobbing your head up and down but you still couldn’t manage to take him in fully. He held your hair back once more and angled himself in a way that he could thrust into your throat while you continued to bob up and down on his cock. You shut your eyes tightly as Dico set the pace, hitting the back of your throat with each movement. You focused on hollowing out your cheeks and sucking lightly as you breathed through your nose. Dico’s moans were getting louder and more erratic as his pace became inconsistent. “Can I cum on your face?” He managed to say, trying to still his hips as to not finish prematurely. You nodded quickly, releasing his dick and looking up at him through hooded eyes, eagerly sticking your tongue out as he pumped himself above you. After a few seconds Dico finished with a loud groan, coating your tongue and face with his cum. “So fucking pretty.” He sighed, looking down at you, still out of breath and stroking his cock slowly. You swallowed his load and wiped the rest of it off with your fingers, sucking on them afterwards while Dico zipped his slacks back up.

You got up and looked at yourself in Rake’s mirror, makeup all smudged under your eyes and lipstick all around your mouth. You looked a fucking mess. “Sorry for cumming I didn’t know if you wanted to fuck or not.” said Dico, wiping whatever substance on his slacks and getting off the bed to move towards you. “Don’t apologise, I wanted to do that, I don’t care about sex.” You replied, turning around to face the man you’d just sucked off. He laughed when he saw the state of your face, then holding your face in his hand and kissing you again. “You’re a really good kisser you know that?” You said, flipping around once again to face the mirror and trying your best to conceal the evidence of what you had been up to. Dico chuckles once more, looking at you with adoration through the mirror. “I could say the same about you.” You grinned, then remembered your original fear from earlier. “Shit, what about Ryan?” You spat, turning around to look Dico in the eyes with concern. “What about Ryan y/n?” His confusion at your questioning confused you even more. “Well hello? He’s my ex and your best friend, surely we’ve just broken some unwritten rules just now.” Dico laughs as if you’d said the most childish thing. “You know you’re one of my best friends too right? And you’re your own person.” You shrugged your shoulders, sort of understanding what he’s getting at. “I guess but this is definitely gonna be this whole thing now isn’t it.” Dico smiled flatly. “Yep.”

You were right. You were not gonna live down sucking Dico’s dick in Rake’s bedroom dressed as Hugh Hefner and him, a bunny on halloween any time soon. A romance didn’t exactly blossom between you and him after the matter but that didn’t mean you regretted it. It was fun being man handled for once, Ryan’s high school self was far too kind to face fuck you so at least Dico had the balls to do it. It was a little awkward between you and Ryan for a while, he’d chuckle at the stupid dick jokes Bam would make about your encounter but would never talk to you about it directly and you weren’t sure if that was purposeful or not. Alas, things went back to normal with the CKY crew and although you were reminded that you gave Brandon DiCamillo head by Bam on a daily basis, you were feeling good about everything.

* Bam *

It was January now and most of the mocking had died down, you and Dico still shared some awkward experiences sometimes. Who knew it would be hard to look your best friend in the eye after they came on your face?! Now that you had gotten with another member of crew, it seemed like the line you once viewed there being was gone. You always thought Bam was cute, he was younger than you so he was just Jess’ little brother until he grew up and became the sort of ring leader of the group. Now he was looking a little less cute and a little more hot. You figured he was off limits after you and Ryan broke up but now that the whole halloween thing happened, the possibilities were endless. You and Bam were hanging out in his basement now, watching old horror VHS tapes. The other guys were all busy but that didn’t stop you from lying down, legs across Bam’s lap as some girl got her hands chopped off, the poor visual effects and dramatic screams urging the two of you to laugh. “God, how does anyone find this crap scary? This is a comedy!” Bam nodded in agreement, his eyes flicking over to you. You could feel them bore into your face. “What?” You asked, smiling nervously. Bam wet his lips, “So you’re like, over Dico now right?” You laughed, “Bam I don’t think I was ever under him.” Bam raised his eyebrows suggestively earning him a smack on the arm. “We didn’t even fuck.” He nodded, rolling his eyes. “I know, I know. You just blew him off.” You chewed on the bottom of your lip. “Why are you even asking?” Bam’s hands were playing with the bottom of your jeans as your legs were still over his own, avoiding eye contact. “Is it still weird between you guys?” You shrugged, struggling to answer the question yourself. “I mean, I guess it’s a little strange to talk to him normally after he fucked my face.” You laughed half heartedly, trying to ease the tension but it only thickened when Bam looked at you like a deer in the headlights. “Wait he fucked your face?!” A bright red blush was spreading across your face. “Well I mean yeah, you guys already knew that though.” Bam shook his head dramatically, a stupid grin slapped on his face, revelling in this newly uncovered sexual secret of yours. “We knew you sucked his dick, face fucking is like a whole different ball park!” You took your legs off Bam’s lap and sat up on the couch to get closer to him. “How?” Bam shook his head, bewildered you didn’t understand this apparent stark difference. “Well come on, getting face fucked is so much more raw and sexual, sucking dick is more awkward, like you’re back in high school.” You nodded a little, starting to understand what he was getting at. “I didn’t really know Dico had it in him to be honest.” You said, making Bam laugh. “Ryan never really did anything like that.” The mention of Bam’s best friend added a little more awkward tension to the room. The silence seemed to prolong for too long before Bam shifted a little, getting closer to your face. Your eyes met and there was something new in his now, his pupils blown out, a sense of lust hidden under them. He wet his lips once more, his blue eyes burning into yours. “And did you like it?” You were caught off guard by this. It was clear more friendship boundaries were being burnt down along with the burning in your face and the beating of your heart. “Yeah.” was all you had to say before Bam crashed his soft lips onto yours.

This kiss was far more frantic and needy than any you had had before. Like all this pent up horniness was being let out in one big dramatic explosion. Your hands flew up to hold Bam’s face as he held your waist, lying you down so he could get on top of you, positioned between your legs. You made out hard and fast, teeth knocking at certain times because of how erratic you were being. Bam’s hands went wandering as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, pulling at your shirt to take it off, breaking the kiss briefly to do so. He felt up your boobs over your bra but you moved his hands to go under, encouraging him to break the barrier. You pulled at his shirt now and it didn’t take him much convincing to tear it off. You awkwardly tried to unbutton your pants with one hand while pulling at Bam’s belt. Bam huffed and kneeled up between your legs, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans as you shimmied your own off, leaving you both in your underwear. You resumed your make out, Bam’s hand snaking around to your back to undo your bra. You felt a little exposed, underneath Jess’ little brother with your tits out but your hesitance ceased when you felt his crotch, his dick already rock hard. Bam moved his hand down to your heat, starting to rub you clit through your underwear. “Just give me one.” He whispered in your mouth, referring to an orgasm. Your cheeks were as hot as ever, your breathing hitching every now and again as your orgasm was already quickly approaching. You were barely making out now, too engrossed in the way Bam’s fingers were making you feel. Bam leant down and started kissing your neck, not marking you or anything, not that you’d mind, but the sensation was enough to get you to the edge as he rubbed you out at such a relentless place. “I’m gonna cum.” You moaned, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you felt yourself tense up and release, Bam’s fingers still not letting up. It took a couple seconds before you moved his hand away before he could overstimulate you.

You pulled Bam’s face into yours and kissed him softer than you had this whole time. You sighed into his mouth and pulled your panties off while Bam discarded his boxers. You looked down to take a peek at Bam’s dick. It was a nice size and you even whimpered when you thought about what was about to happen. You had literally been celibate for a year, spending too much time with the fucker who was about to fuck you to indulge in the dating pool. Just as well. You spat into your hand and reached down to pump him a bit, swiping the precum on the tip of his dick with your thumb. He groaned into your ear, sending shivers down your back. He swatted your hand away, probably worried you’d finish him prematurely before slipping a finger inside you unexpectedly. You moaned but held his wrist, you were already quite sensitive from your previous orgasm and you just wanted him to fuck you already. “S’alright, I’m just making sure you’re ready.” Bam laughed at your neediness before positioning himself at your entrance. He put his arm above your head and both of you groaned in unison as he slipped inside, slowly. He held your waist with the other hand before setting the pace, not giving you much time to adjust as he moved. You felt yourself getting wetter as you heard Bam’s cute whimpers every time you clenched around him. You could tell this position may be a little uncomfortable for him as he heaved with every thrust and so an idea popped into your head. “Wait.” You said, placing a hand on Bam’s hip to stop him moving. He looked at you quickly to check your face with concern but instead was met with a beaming grin.

“Lay down.” You said and you didn’t have to say much more, Bam was out of you and under you in a few seconds, flipping you to get on top of him too causing you to giggle at his excitement. Bam held onto your hips as you took his dick in your hands, leaning back on his legs to spit on it, letting your saliva drip onto his tip, just like you had for Dico. He groaned at the sensation. You pumped a couple more times before getting up on your knees and hovering over the member. You positioned it at your entrance and slowly sank down onto it, caressing a moan out of the two of you. Bam still gripped your hips tightly and helped your move once you got used to it. Not before long, you were bouncing on Bam’s dick, moaning loudly and moving forward to let the guy grab at your tits. You lay your hands on his shoulders and began grinding now, letting it fill you up all the way. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so full. You let yourself loose, making loud noises, not worried anyone would hear as you were home alone and in the basement. You were too focused on your own pleasure you forgot to look down at Bam, who’s face was contorted in such pleasure, his whimpers were now almost high pitched, murmuring “Fuck.”s and “Yeah, shit.”s under his breath. His fingers were burrowing into your hip, sure to leave bruises in the morning which made you feel really good. “Are you close Bam.” You asked, resuming your bouncing which caused Bam to groan loudly. “Yeah, fuck I’m really close baby.” You almost smiled sadistically. He was so fucking horny he just called you baby? “Are you gonna fill me up baby?” You knew you’d probably cringe at your dirty talk once the horny cloud wore off, like you always did, but man was it fucking worth it when you could hear Bam’s desperate noises. He could only nod, his eyes shut tightly. You moved your hand to wrap around his throat, not choking, just in a domineering way. “Do you want to cum Bam?” It was hard to keep up with this composed persona when you yourself were hurtling toward your big finish. “Yeah, oh fuck yes.” His words were just mutters and mumbling but they said all you needed to know. “Cum for me.” You sped your movements up to chase your own high as Bam desperately thrusted up into you himself. The combined movements sent you off the edge once more with Bam following immediately after. His hips stopped as he kept you still on his cock, cumming with a loud moan and a “Fuck!”.

You both stayed there for a moment, panting heavily and fucked out. Your legs were shaky as you moved yourself off Bam’s cock, feeling his cum and your arousal dripping down your legs. “Shit let me get you something.” Bam said after noticing the mess left on you. He got up and moved to his laundry room, you giggled childishly at the way he walked away naked. “Fuck you.” You could hear him laugh, knowing you were chuckling at his bare ass despite the fact he had just been inside you. He emerged from the room in a fresh pair of boxers and with some clothes in his hand. He used an old t shirt to clean up your legs, you whimpered slightly when he swiped your heat with it, it still sensitive from the sex. He smirked slightly when he noticed your shudder, knowing it was him that made you feel that way. He handed you a pair of his boxers and a t shirt to put on, understanding you’d probably feel a little exposed being naked without a blanket to hide under, plus there’s no way you’d want to put your dirty underwear or jeans back on. “Come on, we’ll go up to my room.” He said, standing up and reaching his hand out for you to hold. You looked over at the TV, the horror film had ended quite a bit ago, not that either of you had cared to notice. Your moans probably drained out the dramatic screams anyhow. You followed Bam up the stairs, avoiding anyone who could’ve been in the house and climbed into bed with him. It was only the early evening but nonetheless you snuggled up to him as if ready for bed. You lay your head on his chest as he played with your hair. You should’ve been content but there was just one thing playing on your mind.

“Bam.” “Hmm?” He replied, still messing with your locks. “I’m not like a slut am I?” Okay you knew Bam wasn’t gonna flat out say yes to that leading question but you knew he’d probably make you feel a little more sane. Bam laughed comedically. “Y/n you’ve slept with like two people, I think you’re fine.” You sighed. “Yeah but I’ve fucked three guys in my own friend group, that’s slutty behaviour.” He shook his head. “Technically only two, we’re leaving face fucking out of this.” His stupid joke made you smirk. “Y/n you’re not a slut for sleeping with people in your friend group and if anyone says you are, tell me their names and I’ll deal with them.” You smiled softly. Somehow Bam always knew how to cheer you up. Of course you knew this was also going to be this whole thing but something in you felt something great could come of this.

* Epilogue *

It was now two months later and Bam had just asked you to be his girlfriend. Yeah you skipped a couple steps on that night in January but whatever. The gang reacted spectacularly to the news you had now fucked Bam. Jokes about you being the CKY ‘groupie’ were now circulating though Bam shut them down immediately “How can she be a groupie if she’s in the damn group Raab.” You laughed them off, insisting to Bam it didn’t hurt your feelings. Dico was completely normal about the whole situation, after all you were never actually a thing though Bam had now spread to the rest of the group about the ‘face fucking’. Dico had become some what of a hero after that due to your good reviews, leaving him pretty chuffed. Ryan was a little awkward about you and Bam. Apparently they had a conversation and Ryan said it was totally cool but I guess nothing will ever be completely normal between the two of you and that would be that. Raab still brought up the fact he was officially the first recipient of the CKY groupie’s love but would be embarrassed whenever you brought up the fact he went running straight after the kiss. All was well in the group once again and you were as happy as ever with Bam. If you were the certified CKY groupie, so be it.

End.

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b0nerf4rt · 2 years

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BUNK BUDDIES pt1 !

what its like to share a bed w/ the cky crew. platonically ofc 😋. jk.

warnings : swearing, afab!reader

dico, raab, rake, novak, bam, ryan

WARNING : swearing , afab!reader , really bad my b my b

dico :

- forces you to sleep on the floor with him if theres not enough beds left in the hotel room

- cuddles you without asking

- hes very touchy when hes tired

- likes to sleep w his head between your tits 🫢

- out of everyone on this list, hes probably the best to sleep with if you want to actually get rest

- curls up in a ball before he falls asleep, or he cuddles you like your a stuffed animal, and he doesn't let go until he wakes up

- likes to be that small spoon

- will wake you up if he can't sleep and talk about like tomatoes or something

- likes to mess around with your hair

- in the morning, he forces you to get up with him and go down to get breakfast

- will literally jump on you or the bed until you agree to go get breakfast with him

- for some reason he gets like frost bite cold at night

- he like completely latches onto you during the night so he can stay warm

raab :

- dont tell me this man wouldnt fucking snore right in your ear the entire night

- like completely on purpose

- hed situate himself with his wide open mouth that could catch flies as close to your ear as possible

- sometimes he sleeps in the hotel closets and he makes you sleep in there with him. no one knows why he sleeps in the closest.

- i lowkey feel like he brings a stuffed bear with him to the different hotels he stays at, but he keeps it hidden so the other guys dont mess with it

- your the only one who knows about his bear, it's name is reggie

- devious little man made it his mission to make it hard for you to sleep

- from the snoring to him farting in your face when your not paying attention

- but in the morning he brings you coffee and breakfast from the hotel dining room to make up for it

- refuses to let the other guys prank you while you sleep, only he can do that 👿

- tickles you just for funnsies

- turns the tv up to the loudest setting just to listen to the cops theme song, which annoys everyone in the room

- draws on your face with sharpie if you fall asleep before him, and ofc you do the same to him

rake :

- 100% ends up hogging the entire bed and youd wake up with him literally suffocating you because hes laying completely on top of you

- expect to find his hair strands in the most fucking weirdest places

- yknow when you get that one hair you find in your asshole in the shower, yeah, thats rakes

- yawns in his sleep ??

- i also feel like sometimes he falls alseep with his eyes open

- hes like a fucking heater during the night, and it doesnt help that he basically uses you as a mattress

- not much of a cuddler when he sleeps, but he does hog up the entire bed and the blankets

- youd probably fall asleep back to back and wake up with him sprawled completely over you

- he laughs about it when he wakes up, but in all honesty he couldve killed you by suffocation

- and you cant even wake him up when he does this because he sleeps like a fucking log

- sleep walks sometimes, so you have that to look forward to ig

- when he sleep walks he mostly just goes to the kitchen to sleep eat 🧍‍♀️

- one time you took fifty dollars from his wallet while he was asleep and he didnt even notice until the next night, you told him he left it at the hotel until he saw you buying like ten large pizzas for yourself

- after that he slept with his wallet in the pocket of his pajama pants

- sleeps with his socks on 🤮

- hes a fucking diva when hes tired.

novak :

- i feel like he sleeps with sunglasses on. idk why. but you find it fucking weird.

- likes to spoon you. gives you kisses on the back of your neck when he thinks your asleep

- all in friendly fun tho 😸

- makes you check for bed bugs before he even touches the mattress 💀

- he talks in his sleep a lot, like full sentences

- hates it when you touch him with your cold fingers

- late night make our sessions if your up to it

- the other guys in the room dont appreciate it tho

- still all fun and games he says 😸

- scratches your back if you ask for it

- you'll have to slap him sometimes because hes got wandering sleep hands

- doesnt wear pajamas and just sleeps in whatever he was wearing that day

- hogs all the pillows by 'accident'

- sometimes he strangles you in his sleep, also by 'accident'

- purposefully coughs or sneezes on you cuz he thinks its hilarious

- suprisingly not a very heavy sleeper

- very inconsiderate about letting you get to sleep or staying asleep 😒

bam :

- he totally sleeps naked and just becuase your a girl and sharing a bed with him doesnt mean hes going to change that

- hes either naked or falls asleep in his tight jeans

- expect to wake up with him in the most weirdest positions. like laying the opposite direction of how he fell asleep. or his ass up in the air and his face smooshed against the mattress.

- hes not much of a cuddler but sometimes you wake up with his head laying on your stomach

- also dont expect to get much sleep with him, he thrashes around so fucking much

- always gets a bed no matter how many are sleeping in the room because hes a drama queen

- uses your ass as a pillow a lot

- wakes you up by screaming in your ear sometimes, other times he wakes you by giving you kisses behind your ear. its either a nice awakening or a bad one.

- the second his head hits that hotel pillow, hes out like a light, so whatever position he fell asleep in he stays in, its like physically impossible to move him yourself, your just going to have to wait until he thrashes to another position

- tried to suffocate you with a pillow one night just to see your reaction

ryan :

- tries his best to not let the other guys mess with you while you sleep

- literally stays up half the night till the rest of the guys are asleep, watching over you so you wouldnt get pranked

- man is lowkey a gentlemen when it comes to women sleeping

- kisses your temples when your asleep, but only when your asleep

- keeps his distance from you unless you tell him it's okay to sleep next to you

- hes a big sleep cuddler

- so fucking awkward the first time, well it wouldve been awkward for you if you werent so fucking tired

- when you wake up during the middle of the night its probably from ryans beard tickling the back of your neck

- the first time he had to share a bed with you he built a wall of pillows so you wouldnt feel uncomfortable

- which you thought was ridiculous and used the extra pillows that made the wall as something to cuddle

- touches you with his cold feet when your on the verge of falling asleep because he thinks its funny

#cky crew #cky x reader #bam margera x reader #bam margera #ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn #chris raab x reader #chris raab #rake yohn x reader #rake yohn #brandon dicamillo x reader #brandon dicamillo #brandon novak #brandon novak x reader

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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Hot and Ready, Just Like Our Pizza (Sub!Raab x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, Viva La Bam)

Just a stupid idea I came up with after I learned about Raab’s short time as a pizza delivery boy. Apparently he’d have Bam and Dico accompany him at night while he’d knock down the mailboxes of the people who didn’t tip him. This takes place in the early 2000s, long after his job as a pizza delivery boy, so I imagine this roleplay scenario as him living out a fantasy of what he wishes would have happened while he actually had that job. I believe the 2nd and 3rd GIFS are from my favorite girl @lovelyra so thank you as always :)

Description: It’s just like one of those cheesy pornos from the 80s. You’ve ordered a pizza, but when the delivery boy, Raab, gets to your house, you discover that you only have enough cash to pay for the pizza and not enough to give him a tip. Perhaps he’ll accept another form of payment?

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut, Sub Boy/Dom Girl Dynamics, Roleplay, Pizza Delivery Man Roleplay, You offer to pay the pizza delivery boy with something other than money and he says yes because of course he does, This whole situation is wish fulfillment on Raab’s part, Raab addresses you as ma’am the whole time

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll

Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong.

Your doorbell rang three times, and you paused the movie you were watching to peer out of your living room window, slightly annoyed by the loud disturbance. Through the window, you could see that a skinny boy with long, slightly messy hair was standing on your doorstep with a look that was a mix of nervousness and impatience. He wore a wrinkled long-sleeved shirt with the name of a pizza place emblazoned across the front of it, and he was holding a box of pizza in his hands. “Oh shit, finally!” You’d been waiting for that pizza for what felt like an hour. You checked your watch and, sure enough, it had been an hour. No wonder the poor guy looked so nervous; he probably thought you were gonna yell at him for being late. Lucky for him, you weren’t the type of asshole to yell at a food service worker over something as insignificant as cold pizza. You stood up from the couch and made your way over to the front door, pulling out the $10 in cash from your pocket you’d gotten out so you wouldn’t have to fumble around for it, and then you opened the door right as the pizza boy was moving to ring the doorbell again.

He quickly straightened up, the impatience fading away to be replaced with pure nervousness as he spoke. “Uh, hello ma’am. Here’s your pizza. Sorry for the wait, I got stuck in traffic.” He handed you the box, and you smiled reassuringly. “No worries! You made it here, that’s all that matters. $10 plus tip, right?” The pizza boy shook his head. “Don’t worry about the tip, ma’am, you don’t have to give me one since I was so late.” You smiled. “I’m still gonna give you a tip, sweetie, I’m not a dick. You got the pizza here, didn’t you? That deserves a tip, as far as I’m concerned.” Your reassurances were enough to calm him down, and his nervous look quickly disappeared as a sweet little smile spread over his face. “You’re nice, ma’am. Usually people just yell at me and slam the door in my face when I’m late.” You shook your head with a frown. “People like that are just assholes, don’t let them get to you. Here, I’ve already got the $10 for the pizza right here, and then I can just grab the tip from my wallet for you—oh shit. Where is my wallet?” You handed the pizza boy the $10 bill for the pizza as you felt around your pockets for your wallet, which you were certain you’d had on you just a few minutes earlier. It wasn’t in any of your pockets, it wasn’t tucked into your waistband, and it wasn’t on the couch where you’d just been sitting. “Fuck. Where did it go? I haven’t left the living room all day, it’s gotta be here somewhere.”

Your heart sank as you realized your wallet was most likely lost; you weren’t particularly worried for yourself, since it had to be somewhere in the living room and that meant there wasn’t a whole lot of space you’d have to cover to find it, but you were worried for the pizza boy. You’d promised him a tip, after all, and expecting him to stand on your doorstep for the next thirty minutes so you could find your wallet to give him said tip seemed like a lot to ask of a stressed out delivery boy. You bit your lip, leaning against the frame of the front door as you tried to decide how to fix this messy situation. The pizza boy awkwardly shrugged his shoulders, trying to hide his disappointment as he mumbled a reassurance. “It’s fine, ma’am. Like I said, I was late. You don’t have to tip me anyway.” You shook your head, crossing your arms. “No, no way am I letting you walk away without some kind of tip. Let me think.” You racked your brain for any other sources of money that you may have had; any dollars in a drawer? Any jars full of quarters? Surely you had a least a little money laying around somewhere in the house. As you thought about it, you glanced up at the pizza boy, who was staring at your breasts; clearly, he had assumed that you wouldn’t notice where he was looking. Crossing your arms had accentuated them, and now the poor boy couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them. Interesting. Maybe I can do something with this.

You decided to test his interest a little further; you purposefully crossed your arms even more so as to push them together, leaning forward a little bit so he could just barely see down your shirt. Sure enough, the delivery boy’s eyes widened, and his eyes remained fixed on your chest, the slightest hint of a bulge appearing in his jeans. That was all the confirmation you needed to decide how you were gonna tip him. Offering to have sex with the pizza man as a tip was the type of cheesy, cliched move that was usually reserved for bad 80s porno films, but at this point you didn’t really care. You needed something to tip him with, and if that was sex, then so be it. Besides, he was pretty cute, and he seemed like a sweet guy, so it wasn’t like you were gonna have to force yourself to pretend to be attracted to him. “Maybe I could tip you in another way?” You leaned even further forward to give him a better view down your shirt, and his bulge became even bigger, his breath hitching as he tried to tear his gaze away from your breasts long enough to look up at you. “Huh? Oh, uh, sure ma’am. What other way are you thinking?” You could see the slightest glimmer of excitement in his eyes, like he wanted sex to be a possibility but didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. “Well…I was thinking maybe you could come inside for a few minutes and I could…play with you for a bit.” You smiled suggestively at him as you spoke, your eyes fixed on the sight of his cock hardening even more through his jeans as he crossed his legs in a desperate attempt to hide how aroused he was.

His eyes went even wider than they already were, and his face became a deep shade of red as he realized what you were implying. “You mean like…sexually?” You grinned. “Yes, sweetie, sexually. If you don’t want to then that’s fine, but if you’re into it then by all means let’s do it.” The delivery boy thought it over for a moment, nearly shaking from how excited he was at the offer, and then he fervently nodded. “Yes, ma’am, that sounds nice.” You smiled. “Great! Here, come on in, sweetie.” You led him inside, setting the pizza down on your kitchen table and motioning for him to sit down on the couch, which he eagerly did. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name sweetie? This might get a little awkward if I don’t know what to call you.” He grinned bashfully, leaning back against the couch and letting his black uniform shirt ride up just enough to expose a sliver of his flat belly. “Oh right, sorry. You can call me Raab.” You made your way back over to the couch and sat down beside him, close enough to make him feel comfortable but not close enough to make him feel like you were trying to rush him. He seemed a little antsy still, like he was nervous, and you leaned over to push his hair out of his face reassuringly. “Are you okay? You can back out, you know, I’m sure I’ve got actual money lying around the house in some odd spot if you’d rather take that.” Raab quickly shook his head. “No, ma’am, I really wanna do this. No one’s ever offered this before, so this is kind of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You’re also really hot. Sorry, was that disrespectful?”

You laughed. “No, Raab, that wasn’t disrespectful at all. You’re really hot too. Anyway, why don’t we get those tight jeans off first? The button looks like it’s gonna snap off from how hard your cock is right now, poor thing must feel so trapped.” Raab glanced down at his prominent bulge, his cheeks going slightly pink with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry ma’am. You leaned forward earlier and I saw down your shirt, I swear I wasn’t trying to but—” You cut him off with a kiss, pulling him closer so his upper body was pressed against yours. When he pulled away, his eyes darted down to take in the full view he had down your shirt, and you led his hands up to grab at your breasts through the soft fabric of your t-shirt. “You don’t have to be sorry for looking at them, Raab, I’m glad you like them. Do you wanna see them without the shirt?” He nodded eagerly, sitting up against the couch and pushing up his long black sleeves, and you grabbed the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled it off, tossing it aside and grabbing Raab’s hands again to let him play with your bare boobs. As his fingers wandered over your nipples, you moved your own hands down to unbutton his tight jeans, unzipping his fly and reaching into his boxers to pull his hard cock out. It was cute and pink and just the right size to fit in your hand, and you gave it a few quick, teasing pumps as you admired it. He whined softly, bucking his hips up against your touch. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” You glanced up at him inquisitively. “What do you mean, sweetie?” You briefly removed your hand.

Raab’s face went red, and he desperately reached for your hand, trying to get you to start touching him again. “I’m about to get fucked by a pretty girl as a tip for my lame-ass pizza job. I just never thought I’d be this lucky.” You smiled, wrapping your hand around his cock again to touch him like he wanted. “I’m surprised no one’s offered this before, considering how cute you are.” His hands continued to play with your bare boobs, squishing and squeezing the soft skin and curiously rubbing over your hard nipples; after a moment or two, he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, glancing up at you for approval, and when you nodded, he gently wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub, suckling on your nipple as he stared up at you with a vulnerable look. Soft little whimpers escaped his mouth every time your hand swiped over his slick cock head, and it made you want to get into fucking him even quicker just so you could hear what sounds he’d be making when your pussy was around his cock. He quickly switched to the other nipple and sucked on it with just as much enthusiasm, his lips wet and red with saliva, and you only gave him a few seconds to linger there before you pulled him off to kiss you again, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you grabbed at the hem of his uniform shirt and tugged it upwards; you pulled away long enough to help him take his shirt off, and then he hungrily pressed his lips to yours once more, letting you explore his bare chest with one hand and jerk him off at a slow, sensual, teasing pace with the other.

Raab pushed his hips up long enough to pull his boxers and jeans all the way down his legs and onto the floor, all without breaking the kiss, and then his hands wandered down to your pants, his fingers shakily unbuttoning and unzipping them and helping you lift up so he could pull them all the way down to your ankles; you kicked them off and then broke the kiss to see his reaction. The poor boy couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you in nothing but your panties, and his cock seemed to become impossibly harder within your grip, beads of precum leaking from his red tip as he stared at you wide-eyed and mouth agape. You giggled at his shocked look, leaning over to grab his hand and guide it down between your legs, motioning for him to rub your pussy through the thin material of your panties. As cute as it was to see him so shocked, the fact that you were both nearly naked was making you slightly impatient from how badly you wanted to fuck him right then and there. Raab gently rubbed at your clit through the panties, clearly a little nervous and not wanting to do something wrong, and you parted your thighs to give him a little more access to your pussy. He cautiously pulled your panties aside, glancing up at you once again for approval, and then he gently pushed one of his fingertips inside you, moaning softly at the feeling of your wetness wrapped around his finger. You let him explore for a moment, pushing his finger further inside you and twisting it around to rub your clit.

“Are you ready for your tip, sweetie? You ready to fuck my pussy?” Raab nodded eagerly, pulling his fingers away and moving to get on top of you, but you stopped him. “I’ve got a better position we can try.” You climbed into his lap, facing him and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you lowered yourself down until your dripping wet entrance was just barely hovering above his tip. Raab’s eyes were locked on your pussy, a look of anticipation on his face as he waited for you to take his cock. He instinctively gripped your hips, subconsciously trying to pull you all the way down onto his cock from just how impatient he was, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you lowered yourself down onto his cock head. The second he felt your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his tip, Raab’s mouth fell open, his head falling back against the couch as his grip on your hips tightened. “Holy shit, that feels so good, ma’am, keep going.” You sank even further down on his cock, pausing to adjust to the feeling of it stretching you out, and Raab pulled your body towards him to bury his face between your boobs, soft moans leaving his mouth as he felt your pussy enveloping more and more of his thick shaft. His hands pushed down on your hips, helping you take his cock all the way to the base, and you purposefully tightened up around his shaft, grinning when his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and another soft whimper left his lips. You started to move, but he stopped you, wanting to enjoy the feeling of your pussy completely engulfing his cock from tip to base.

You patiently waited, giving him a little time to get used to the sensation, and then you held onto his shoulders as you pulled yourself all the way up off his cock, teasing the tip of his cock with the lips of your dripping wet pussy, making him whine impatiently as he waited for you to take his aching cock once again. “Shh, be patient, sweetie. You don’t wanna speed through your tip, do you?” He shook his head. “No, sorry ma’am. It just feels really good, I want your pussy back on my cock so badly.” You nodded, soothingly stroking his hair. “I know, sweetie, I know. Don’t be sorry. Come here, let me give you something to distract yourself with.” You guided his mouth back down to your nipple and he obediently suckled on it, just barely bucking his hips up out of desperation for friction, his cock bobbing around as he waited for you to finally sink back down on it. You held a firm grip on his shaft, holding it in place as you rubbed the wet folds of your pussy over his cock head once again, waiting until precum was dripping from his tip and his legs were practically shaking to finally lower yourself back onto his cock, bouncing up and down on his shaft to ride him as you grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Raab gasped against your nipple, saliva spilling from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly at the overwhelming pleasure of your slick wet cunt engulfing his sensitive cock, and he pulled away to press fervent kisses to your boobs as he jerked his hips up to push his cock deeper inside you.

“Please go faster, ma’am, I need to cum so bad—” Raab buried his face in your neck with a whine as you tightened up around his cock, his fingernails digging into your hips as he humped his hips up against you, his tip pressing against your sensitive spot as you quickened your pace like he’d begged you to do. You pulled on and off his cock, raking your fingernails down his toned back as you rode his cock at a quick, steady pace, eyes focused on Raab’s face for any signs that he was closer to his orgasm; his breathing was heavy, his face a bright red shade and his hair messy as he thrust his hips up against you, lips slightly parted and eyes still squeezed shut as he desperately groped at every part of your body he could reach. You took his cock all the way to the hilt and stopped again to rub your clit against the tip of his cock, bringing yourself just as close to cumming as he was, and then you slammed down on the full length of his shaft one more time, clenching up around him and reaching your orgasm right as he came with a shuddery gasp, throwing his head back against the couch and bucking his hips up as you milked his cock dry. His load was massive; by the time he finished, his cum had completely filled your pussy and was dripping down your thighs, a look of pure ecstasy mixed with exhaustion on his face as he laid back against the couch with a soft groan, his cock still inside you as it softened. “Fuck, ma’am, you’re a very generous tipper.” You giggled, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as you pulled off of him and got up from the couch to grab a towel.

You cleaned the cum off your thighs and off of his cock, helpfully smoothing down Raab’s messy hair, and then you dropped it in the laundry bin and helped the awestruck delivery boy to his feet. “Here, sweetie, I’ll help you put your clothes back on.” You dutifully helped him with his pants and his uniform shirt, rubbing your fingers over his flushed cheeks to soothe them, and after a brief moment of the two of you staring at each other, you leaned over to give him another soft kiss, his hands running up your still-bare sides tenderly as he pulled away with a grin. “You’ll order another pizza soon, right?” You laughed as you walked him to the door. “Of course I will, sweetie. The one I ordered today is probably cold now that I think about it, being left on the table for so long, so maybe I’ll order another one tomorrow to make up for that.” His face lit up, and he nodded with a lovestruck look. “Sounds good, ma’am. Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll lose your wallet again.” You smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe. You better be getting back, though. Your boss is probably wondering where you are.” He nodded. “Right. I’ll tell him I got stuck in traffic. Listen…this was really nice. And you really are beautiful, ma’am. Thanks for…you know. My tip.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly as he made his way through the door, and you waved goodbye to him with a smirk. “Anytime, sweetie. Drive back safely.” You closed the front door, paused for a moment, and then opened it again. Raab was standing there with a massive grin on his face. “How did I do?” You pulled him back inside and hugged him tight, kissing him on the cheek affectionately. “You did amazing, baby, that was so unbelievably hot I’m not even sure how to explain it.”

Raab blushed, taking off the uniform shirt he’d kept from his days as an actual pizza boy and tossing it on the couch, and then he made his way over to the box of pizza on the table and opened it to grab a slice. “I’ll say. God, I wish a girl had actually tipped me like that when I really was a pizza guy, maybe I wouldn’t have knocked down so many mailboxes. The best tip I ever got was $10 and a coupon for a free Subway sandwich.” You laughed, grabbing your clothes off the floor to put them back on as you closed the front door. “Wow, really? People are such cheapskates. If it makes you feel better, I definitely would have tipped you like that if you’d shown up at my front door with a pizza.” Raab grinned. “I probably would have been obsessed with you if you did. Instead of knocking down your mailbox, I would have made Bam and Dico come with me to leave flowers on your doorstep every night, that’s how annoying I was back then.” You hugged him from behind, shaking your head. “You weren’t annoying baby, I’m sure of it. If a guy had left flowers on my doorstep like that, I would have thought it was really cute. Cuter than knocking my mailbox down, anyway. So, what should we roleplay as next? Any other miserable low-paying jobs you worked? I’ve got an idea: rich man’s lonely wife and the handsome construction worker who’s doing renovations on her mansion.” Raab raised his eyebrows and glanced over at his pizza boy uniform. “We’re gonna need more costumes.”

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downtownbunnybaby · 1 year

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Loved the firsts with Dico!! Can you do one of Raab too!

Firsts With Chris Raab / Raab Himself

Chris Raab x G!N Reader!

Description: All your firsts with Raab. Fluff SFW.

A/N: ask, and you shall receive. disappeared and came back just to post this. more fics are in the works but I've just been so busy.

Warnings: swearing, typical CKY nonsense.

Word Count: 3,028K

Hug:

In all your years of living in Westchester, you had never seen it rain so much. Naturally, you thought your little group would take a break from filming, considering the flooded streets with rain water and what you could only imagine was the sewer water that had risen.

Enjoying your day off from the chaos, staring outside your kitchen window, you watched the rain pour. A warm mug of coffee adorned your hands as you wondered what your friends were up to, hoping they chose to take the day off like you. Unfortunately, your wonderings were interrupted as you saw a familiar blonde sprint past your house. Setting the mug down and grabbing your raincoat, you ran outside.

“Raab?!” You shout, searching for the blonde. Met with silence, you decide to go back inside, then you hear them.

“Do it again! Run by Y/N’s house,” Bam yells, sprinting to record your reaction.

“Bam! What the hell is going on?” Swatting the camera from your face, you turn to a sopping-wet Bam and Dico.

“Just watch,” Says Dico, pointing to the flooded street. And there he was. Raab was running through the flooded streets of Westchester, wearing only a headband, underwear, and sunglasses.

“HI Y/N,” He says, waving as a car passing honks and splashes him. You’re quick to hand the dirt-covered and soaked boy your coat, sensing he must be freezing.

“This is the dumbest idea you have ever had,” They simply laugh at your annoyance. “Seriously, Raab. You could get hyperthermia,”

Dico chimes in, “Oh, come on, Y/N, a little mud never hurt anybody,” You roll your eyes at his comment, urging Raab to put on your jacket. However, he simply tosses the fabric to the side and opens his arms for an embrace. Much to your protests, the boy was determined to get you as dirty as he was. Dico grabs ahold of you before you can escape. Bam cackles, recording every second of the chaos.

“No—don’t. Raab, you’re the worst.” You whine, trying to rid the muddy boy off of you. Of course, knowing Raab, there were flirtatious undertones to the “prank.”

“You know you love it, Y/N.” He says, making sure all the mud transfers onto your white shirt. His embrace only falters after Dico makes an obvious comment.

“If I dint know any better…I’d say you have a little crush on Y/N.” Dico and Bam grow hysterical at Raab’s wide eyes and red face, quickly dropping you into the rainwater.

Holding Hands:

It was evident to everyone that you and Raab had a less-than-normal relationship. The two of you were inseparable, like Bam and Ryan, but with more romantic tension. What started as a bet after watching 16 Candles became a signature aspect of your relationship.

“That’s stupid,” You say, chucking a handful of popcorn at your TV, making a mental note to clean the mess later. “I mean, why not just hold hands? What's the point of holding pinkies?!” It was your group's weekly movie night, and you had selected the cheesiest 80s film you could find, thinking the night would consist of hilarious commentary from your friends. However, much to your dismay, the boys enjoyed it far more than you ever would.

Bam interjects your complaints. “Y/N, you wouldn't understand. You don’t have a romantic bone in your body,” A mix of laughter and agreement circles the room.

“I can be romantic!” Slightly hurt by Bam’s comment, you make a proposition. “I can prove it!.” You had no idea why you said it. Maybe, it was your competitive nature or the fact Raab was looking at you with those soft eyes that had you falling.

“Yeah, how?” Ryan interjects, laughing at your sudden outburst. Looking around the room, he waits for a response. After not receiving one from you or the other boys, he answers his question. “I bet you Bam’s Lamborghini you can’t go a month holding Raab’s pinky,”

“Not my Lamborghini, asswipe!”

“Shut up—what do you say, Y/N?” Scanning the room, you search for any signs of disagreement, but eager faces and wide grins stare back as they await your answer. “Deal!” You exclaim, grabbing Raab’s smallest finger as he grows bright red.

It was nearing the end of the month, and you had long forgotten about the bet between you and Ryan. You had grown accustomed to holding pinkies with Raab, becoming your little ritual. Like always, you were all in Bam’s basement. Dico, Rake, and Bam eyed Ryan’s watch as midnight was only minutes away.

“Y/N is 5 minutes away from owning a Lambo,” Whispers Rake, slightly hoping you’d let go of Raab’s pinky so you’d lose and they wouldn't have to hear Bam complain. You and Raab sat on the couch, watching new footage recorded that day, promptly ignoring the boys. Too entertained by the content presented.

“1 minute,” Whispered Ryan, switching from looking at his watch to you. Bam was beginning to open his mouth to speak when it happened. Laughing obnoxiously loud at Raab’s stunt, you maneuver your hand to embrace his significantly larger one, not caring about any repercussions that may occur. Squeezing your hand, Raab forces you to look at him, a beaming grin adorning his pale skin.

“Yes!” Shouted Bam, jumping up and down, engulfing Dico in his arms and pointing at you. “You lost!”

Rolling your eyes at the imprompt interruption, you ask, “What are you talking about?”

Bam continues shouting, ignoring your question. “I get to keep my Lambo!” Then it dawns on you, the bet. Raab is the first to defend you. “Woah, if anything, hand-holding gives them extra points,”

“Technically, Ryan said pinkies, and I’m looking at full-on hand-holding. So you lose!” Dico says, laughing in your face.

“Whatever, THIS is way better than your Lambo.” So what if you didn't own a sports car? You hand a killer hand to hold anytime.

First Date:

Raab would never admit it, but he did not have a romantic bone in his body. However, he’d consider himself dammed if he didn't make your first date special. Everyone knew that you and Raab had feelings for each other. After being friends for many years, Raab finally took the initiative of asking you on a date.

The two of you were excited to spend time together ALONE. That meant no filming, pranks, or stunts, and especially, no CKY Crew to sabotage your date. You both chose a small cafe that had opened up downtown. The both of you enjoyed each other's company, reminiscing about your lives thus far.

Raab flashes you his signature smile, handing you your latte. “I heard the pranks we filmed at Mcdonald's are going to be in the new Jackass episode,”

“No way!” You exclaim, taking a sip from the scorching drink. “I got banned from that Mcdonald's because of Dico,” The two of you continue retelling stories about the skits and pranks either of you failed to attend, enjoying each other’s presence and the ambiance of the sweet and small cafe. You noticed Raab drifting from the conversation, his attention drawn to something behind you.

“Chris? Everything alright,” You ask, grabbing his hand and hoping to gain his attention.

“Am I crazy, or are that Bam and Dico?!” You quickly snapped your neck back to make eye contact with a terrified Bam. It was a miracle your neck didn't break from the velocity. Strutting towards their table, you make eye contact with a not-so-subtle Dico hiding behind a menu. Chris follows behind, slightly begging for you to ignore them.

“Y/N! Raab! What a surprise!” Dico begins but is promptly interrupted by you grabbing the menu and slapping his shoulder.

Raab chimes in, “What are you two doing here?”

“And don't lie,” You add.

Like scolded children, the two mumble about spying and being bored without you.

“In our defense, we didn't think you’d see,” Says Dico, trying not to laugh at your fuming demeanor.

Baffled at his response, you point out the menu. “Dico, you were hiding behind a Wings N’ Things menu! You stand out like a sore thumb,” This elicits a rather loud laugh from Bam, who is simply enjoying sabotaging your date.

“Well, since we’re all here, how about we sit with you guys?” Interjecting you and Dico’s argument.

“Great idea, Bam,” Dico snatches his menu from your hands and makes his way to your table, sipping obnoxiously loud on your latte.

Sleeping in the same bed / Cuddling:

Spending the night at the Margera household is not a taboo to your rambunctious group. You would all live there if April didn't kick you out after the third night. Usually, you slept in the same room as Bam and Dico, not minding the number of times flour and a hard punch struck your face. However, Dico had gotten into the habit of waking up your group with a face full of his ass, followed by a glass-shattering and foul-smelling fart. After witnessing Raab be a victim of this trend for a CKY video, undoubtingly it was hilarious, but you knew better. You would not risk potentially getting pink eye tonight.

It was 2 AM, Raab had been asleep for a while now, and the rest of the boys were slowly migrating to their respective areas. Of course, Bam offered you a spot on the floor next to his bed, but you would not be taking any chances.

“You sure you don’t want to sleep in my room?” Bam asked, handing you a blanket.

“Bam, you know I love you, but Dico is taking this bit too far,” You say, eyeing Dico as he mocks you behind Bam’s back. Bam simply laughs as he bids goodnight, dragging the rest of the boys with him and leaving you alone in the living room.

It was nearing 3 AM, and you were struggling to fall asleep. You rarely slept alone. Whether it was Ryan’s arm on your forehead or Bam kicking you in the middle of the night, one of the boys was always near you. You were finding solitude to be unbearable. Sitting up, you weigh your options. You could spend a sleepless night in Bam’s living room or risk getting pink eye in his room. You quickly dismissed those options because there was another.

Carefully, you made your way up the stairs, trying your best not to wake anyone up. Reaching the guest bedroom, you hesitantly walk up to the closet Raab inhabited. Knocking softly, you waited for the boy to greet you. The rest of the crew would have laughed at the fact you treated the closet like his house. But you felt it was the polite thing to do, considering it was 3 AM. The closet opened abruptly, interrupting your thoughts and forcing you to stare at the sight in front of you. Raab’s hair was disheveled, blonde strands sticking in every direction. His shirt was off, sporting, a slightly annoyed facial expression, expecting to be pranked by Dico or Bam. However, his frown turned into a sleepy grin, realizing it was you, not Dico.

“Y/N?” He asked, confused as to why you were here.

“...Hi,” You replied, “Can I sleep with you? Don’t feel like waking up to a face full of Dico ass today.” Softly laughing at your response, he welcomed you into his nook. It looked pretty comfortable, considering the location of it all.

Raab helps you situate yourself in the dark closet. Your bodies were unbelievably close. You could feel his breath exhaling from his nose in your ear as he spoke. “It’s a tight fit. I hope you don’t mind,” You didn’t mind. You never would. If it meant you could always be this close to him.

Dico is the first one up in the morning. He rushes downstairs to wake you up but is bewildered to see you aren't there. The only remains of your presence are the blanket Bam lent you discarded on the floor with your hoodie. He makes his way to the kitchen, asking April if she’s seen you.

“Sorry, Dico. Have not seen them,” Ignoring his complaints, she continues making breakfast, asking him to call the rest of the boys down before he continues his search.

“Bam! Wake up!” Dico is leaning over Bam, shaking him until he responds to his dramatic pleas. Bam simply groans, covering his face with a pillow. But Dico is persistent, shaking him until he responds.

“What the hell, Dico?! What is so important,” It takes Dico several moments to respond, enjoying the present annoyance on Bam’s face. By the time he does answer Bam’s questions, Rake and Ryan are also up.

“Who’s missing?”

“Y/N’s missing?” Ryan rubs the sleep from his eyes before proposing a solution. “Let’s have breakfast and then look for them. The boys agree. Of course, how could they search for their friend on empty stomachs?

“Alright,” Bam says, pushing Dico off of him. “Can someone get Raab?” Then it hits them all at once. In seconds, Dico is shouting for Bam to get the camera. He motions for everyone to follow him once Bam starts recording. They make their way to the guest room, giggling at their plan. Opening the closet door, they gawked at the sight. You’re under Raab’s arm, almost on top of him, his firm embrace bringing you closer throughout the night. Dico almost feels bad for what he’s about to do, but then he remembers the cameras and forgets about remorse and decency.

Dico pulls his pants down, aiming his behind over you and Raab’s face. Only briefly stopping when you stir, bringing Raab closer to you. Squatting, he lets it out, mostly on your face. The impact, plus Bam slapping both of you, wakes you up.

“Ow,” You shout. “What the fuck was that?!” Cackling and shouting, the boys run out of the room as you bolt up.

Raab exits the closet, crawling. “You just slapped us in the face, and we wake up to some ass, RIGHT THERE,” The boys return. Dico is on the floor, breathless, as he mocks both of your responses. Even Jess had joined the party, laughing at Dico’s retelling of the events.

“That’s what you get for scaring us,” Says Bam, holding you in his arms, giggling before he continues his dramatics. “You had us worried sick,”

You lightly push him. “At least Raab doesn't kick me in the middle of the night,” Bam rolls his eyes. He shoves you, so you fall on Raab, who simply smiles at the fact you prefer him over Bam.

Kiss:

You were all filming for the latest episode of Jackass, you had filmed with the new crew several times prior, but this was the first time Raab and the rest of the CKY group had flown down to Los Angeles to join you, Bam and Ryan. Everyone had an underlying desire to impress the Jackass guys, especially Raab. Not only did he want to impress Knoxville and Tremaine, but he wanted to impress YOU. Sure, you were the same Y/N from Westchester, but you were in LA now, and he feared you’d end up dating some Hollywood hotshot instead of him. That fear led him to a circumstance destined for failure. He squatted in a rusty shopping car, telling Bam to push him as hard as possible.

“I don't know, Raab, this is sketchy, even for us. There’s no bush to catch you.”

“Bam, just do it,” Low and behold, Raab’s head broke his fall as he plummeted to the asphalt of the vacant grocery store. Everyone laughed as soon as the dirty blonde hit the ground. Of course, you were the first to help him, followed by Knoxville, who felt he had a moral obligation to check if the younger boy needed a medic.

“Rabb, you alright?” Johnny’s southern drawl confused the boy below him, eliciting several nose scrunches as a response. “You took quite the hit. Let Y/N help you up,” Raab perked up at the sound of your name, instantly lending you his arm to help him up. He tried his best to talk to you, but the slur of his speech prohibited any form of coherent sentences. The group laughed at his poor attempt at flirting with you.

“Looks like he fell hard for you, Y/N,” Dico chimed in. Once again, the group roared with laughter at Dico’s pun, and Raab slurred a “Shut up!” in response.

At the hospital, Raab practically begged for you to remain at his side as the doctor observed and treated his concussion. Of course, the film crew was eating up the flourishing romance. Bam leans over to whisper in Raab’s ear. He shook his head, but Bam softly nudged him, “Come on, just do it,”

“Y/N, I feel terrible. Can you kiss it better?” He asks, pointing to his bandaged head, avoiding your gaze. Giggling, you complied with his silly request. “Anywhere else, Chris?” He looked at Bam, who only leaned onto Knoxville, laughing. Testing his luck, he pointed to his cheek and then his lips. Not expecting you to do it, he turned his head to the camera and Knoxville to verbally end the episode. However, before he could start, you softly grabbed his chin, tilting his head towards you before leaning in. Even in his hazy state, he could feel himself melting into you. As you pulled apart, he felt himself going for more, but the gasps and laughs from your friends, including your hand on his chest preventing him from moving forward, brought him back to reality.

“Well, Raab, what do you have to say?” It was Knoxville.

Despite his concussion and the unbearable pain he was experiencing, he was beaming with joy, a wide grin adorning his face. “I’m Jackass. You’re watching Raab Himself, and Y/N just kissed me.” Smiling, you kiss his cheek, causing Raab to throw his head back in delight.

“Careful now. Don't want you getting another concussion.” Said Johnny, one hand on his chest and the other on Bam’s shoulder as the room laughed at the younger boy in front of them.

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Pranking Vito

Raab x reader (but it's mostly just messing w vito)

"I don't wanna help Vito move. Do we have to be up at 7 am?" You sit on the Margera couch between Raab and Ryan, your boyfriend throws his arms around you and Ry to puts his gross sock clad feet in your lap. April pushes Bam and Dico into the room, both still in pjs, clearly had just woke up and got dragged downstairs like you, "It sucks but someones gotta do it or he'll just keep up with his tantrum and you know it." Bam had no doubt tried to whine his way out but it clearly hadn't worked on his already fed up mom. "Jess is almost here with him, the quicker you help him into the new house the faster he's out of our hair. I don't want to hear another word about it until it's done. Now to the kitchen you need to eat." The group sleepily follows Ape, knowing that even if no one had an appetite this early you'd need caffeine to deal with Vito. After Ape feeds everyone and a pot of coffee is consumed between the 5 of you the sound of Vito echos through the front door. His voice causes the entire group to groan, earning a glare from April. You stand up, "Better get dressed." You run up the stairs with the boys following, narrowly avoiding Vito. After you and Raab get dressed there's a knock on the door, it opens to reveal Bam, "I already told Ry the plan, we prank Vito every chance we get today. He won't ask us to help again. You two in?" Raab nods and looks at you, "I'm down. Babe?" You grin, "He's a total creep. I'm in." Bam clearly satisfied with this answer leaves the room to tell Dico his plan. You follow Raab downstairs to join the rest of the guys who are already over Vito's antics. He yells, "about time you come down! Hurry up!" You roll your eyes and Raab pulls you to Ryan's car. After a 30 min drive Ry parks behind the moving truck as Jess jumps out. You climb out of the back seat and wave him over whispering Bam's plan to him as soon as he's close enough. He nods and opens the truck as Vito waddles to the front door to unlock it. As soon as the key hits the lock Bam honks his horn causing him to jump and drop his keys, "Dammit Bam!" Bam shrugs, "My bad Vito." Everyone begins carrying boxes and unpacking, trying to ignore the rambling of Bam's uncle. When Vito turns away for another box Dico looks at you putting a finger to his lips before pulling an airhorn from his back pocket. You stifle a giggle and cover your ears as the sound startles Vito causing him to drop the box he grabbed, "Assholes!" You smile going back to your task. After you "accidentally" spill Vito's beer you run out of the kitchen picking up a box to take it upstairs only to see Raab standing next Ryan at the top holding an ironing board. "What's the plan here?" You nod to the item in your boyfriends hands. He grins and steals a kiss, "stair surfing gonna knock him on his ass." You step to the side looking over the railing. Ryan yells, "Vitooooooo!" Within seconds he comes shuffling into view yelling too, "The hell are ya yelling for?" Before you can crack a smile your boyfriend hurtles down the stairs laying on the ironing board. Bam jumps back before Raab collides with Vito sending them both tumbling to the floor. "This is the last damn time I ask any of you asses for help" He struggles back to his feet. You can't help but fall to your knees taking Ryan down with you both laughing hard. With tears starting to roll down your face from laughing, you watch as your boyfriend sprints away with Vito scrambling after him causing you to laugh even harder. You stumble down the stairs Ryan following behind gasping through giggles. You get outside and see that Raab has locked himself in the cab of the empty moving van making Vito furious. He walks back up the stairs pissed at the sight of his nephews and their friends slumped together giggling on the ground outside the front door, "get outta here all of you!" He slams the door behind him and Bam holds his hand up highfiving the group still on the ground holding his side with one arm, "Mission accomplished. Let's go eat."

#jackass #cky #viva la bam #bam margera #ryan dunn #dico cky #brandon dicamillo #chris raab x reader #chris raab #raab himself #bammywrites

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mychemicalimagines · 2 years

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dangerehrenn · 2 years

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Friends to lovers with dico and raab? 👀

dico and raab friends to lovers

brandon dicamillo:

you both grew up together

you know how idiotic he acts when he’s hyper

and he encourages you to be the same

which you will be

you guys do characters together

he enjoys making up backstories for them

and eventually the backstories for your characters will end up being that they’re married or something

just so dico has an excuse to act like he’s in love with you

but to be fair, he doesn’t need to act

he’s practically been in love with you since he met you

what he thought was a silly crush quickly escalated into full blown adoration for you

so one day he tells you that he has an idea for a skit, where you play a young couple

but this time he asks you if you want to stop pretending and actually be his partner

obviously you accept

you both drive everyone crazy with your relationship

you both develop a little code for when you want a hug or kiss from the other without making it obvious

but people quickly catch on to that so you both stop caring if people know

chris raab:

you guys have been friends since you can remember

he always invites you to parties

always picks you up for them in his shitty car (which you love)

he stares at you when you wear something a little bit scandalous for the party

he realises he’s in love with you when he sees you talking to some greasy looking dude, clearly uncomfortable

he comes over and pretends he’s your boyfriend and (thank god) you play along

he would’ve been really embarrassed if you didn’t

you both make your escape and go and sit outside, away from people

you both drink together, talking about anything that pops into your heads

eventually he confesses he likes you more than a friend, and to his surprise you say the same

i’ve said in another headcanon about drunk kisses

trust me you get a lot that night

the next day you’re both ridiculously hungover

but his headache goes away when he remembers that you’re his now

he definitely holds your hand all the time

or at least links his pink with yours

bam and the others make fun of how whipped he is for you but he doesn’t care

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kunntzsstuff · 2 months

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🚙 road trip with the cky guys 🚙

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b4mpyre-k1zz3s · 1 month

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I’d love to request a fake dating fic with Dico where the reader tries to make Bam jealous by fake dating Dico but falls for him in the process

Jealousy

Y/N hatches a plan to get back at Bam, and they know just the person to go along with it.

Brandon DiCamillo X Gn!Reader, Bam Margera X Gn!Reader

(Fluff)

2.1k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, fake dating, jealousy, public displays of affection, finger sucking, injury, violence

The idea was childish, but you were past handling this maturely. Funnily enough, the whole situation began with you falling for Bam. For the first few months you hung out with him and his friends, it was like you got cartoon heart eyes every time he walked in the room, and with the way he acted around you, there was no way he didn’t notice. In fact, he found your little crush on him hilarious and had no qualms about using it to mess with you. One minute he’d be playing all sweet, sorta playfully joking and flirting with you, and the next you’d be the target of whatever awful prank he had in mind. You tolerated it for a month or two, assuming it was maybe his weird little way of showing love, but it really started to get on your nerves, especially with the way he kept skirting around confirming or denying if he was interested in you in the first place. That’s how you got the idea.

The only one of Bam’s friends you knew would go along with this was Dico, so it was him who you called that night. Lying on top of your comforter, you perked up when he answered his phone, “Hey, dude!” You started, rolling over onto your back, “I got this great plan to fuck with Bam.” Not only would he do anything for the sake of a joke, you were willing to bet he had some beef against the guy too. The line was quiet before Bran spoke up, “Say no more- I’m in.” You went on to tell him about what had been going on between you and Bam, and how you thought the one thing to make him come to his senses and give you an answer would be seeing you with another guy, whether that meant Bam would be throwing himself at your feet and confessing his love for you or telling you to fuck off. “Oh, that’s perfect! He’s such a jealous ass- there’s no way this can’t work.”

After you and him spent the whole night discussing gross couples stuff you could do in his line of sight, you decided to implement step one of your plan to piss Bam off that weekend. Since it was summer, you and the guys would usually spend the weekends at FDR skatepark, even if the only ones who really skated were Bam and Novak. Still, hanging out under Interstate 95 was a good way to stay cool after someone, not naming names, ‘accidently’ put a hole in the Margera’s above ground pool that duct tape couldn’t fix. You know how there’s always a guy grilling at FDR? Well today Dico was that guy, cooking the burgers Ryan brought on a little red camping grill, his look complete with one of those cheesy “Kiss the Cook” aprons.

Bam couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you snuggling close to, of all people, Dico. His arm held you close to his body and you giggled all cute to make it seem like you were laughing at something just out of Bam’s earshot. Did he fall into the Twilight Zone, or was he just so drunk that he was seeing things? Maybe it was some sort of heat exhaustion hallucination, because there was no way in hell this was actually happening. Given how easy he wa sto read,Bam’s gawking at the two of you was impossible to ignore, and once the two of you were satisfied with the reaction you were eliciting, you decided to kick it up a notch. You gave him the cue and Bran grabbed the bottle of ketchup off of the concrete with a snicker, popping open the cap and squirting some onto his fingers, holding it up to your lips like he was giving you a taste of what he was cooking. It was his idea for you to suck it off of his fingers, actually, sort of inspired by his Julia Childish bit he did for Don’t Feed Phill, and you really gave it your all, really licking and sucking at his digits until your lips popped off with a noise that echoed off the concrete that was second only to the sound of Bam’s jaw dropping.

The next thing you heard was this blunt packing noise and a, “Fuck!” Turning towards the commotion, you found Bam flat on his back, his board about twenty feet from him. Like a good best friend, Ryan was already jumping into the bowl to check on him. Peering over his sprawled out body, he held out a hand to help him up, “Shit dude…You alright?” Sitting up, Bam wobbled to his feet, rubbing the sore back of his head and brushing off the throbbing pain in his left arm, “Yeah. Just, uh- just ate shit. I’ll be fine.” The way he pretended to be so nonchalant was really quite satisfying to you and you couldn’t help but smirking a little. See, now would be the time for him to start hallucinating one of his bros getting fresh with you, after the head trauma, but no! Satisfied with your work, you and Dico sat back in half-broken lawn chairs Raab brought and ate your burgers, exchanging knowing glances between bites.

The next step of the plan was put into play in Bam’s basement while everyone was busy with his home arcade setup. You stood next to Dico, curiously peering at the match he was playing in Mortal Kombat with one arm around you, holding you close as you watched with big eyes as he executed a pretty impressive combo with Sub-Zero. All the other guys were too busy tapping away at their own games to notice anything was amiss- that is, except Bam, who was sitting on the couch with his left arm in a sling, glaring daggers at the two of you while Ryan, who sat on the other end of the couch, was filling him in about his ex girlfriend’s fancy new implants she paid for with lawsuit money, “I mean, I paid for those and I don’t even get to touch em’! Total bullshit.” Ignoring him, Bam gestured over to the bulgur display in front of him, keeping his voice quiet, “Hey, Ry. The fuck’s going on there? Those two’ve been hangin’ all over each other lately.” He didn’t seem to be as concerned with the very mild pda, and, unsatisfied with his lack of reaction Bam continued on his rant, “I’m just sayin- She’s all over for me for months, following me around like a puppy dog, and next thing I know, she’s dating Dico?” The way you giggled when his best friend leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek made his blood boil.

Ryan chuckled, bringing his beer to his lips, “Sounds like you’re a bit jealous. Should’ve fucked her while y’had the chance” Despite how obvious his jealousy was, Bam was very eager to deny it, “nah, nah- it’s not like that. You don’t get it.” Snickering, Ry playfully smacked him on the arm, “Yeah, I get it. You’re not sure if you want her or not but you certainly don’t want your buddy over there to have her.” Shooting a glance over to you and Bran all snuggled up in a scene straight out of a hallmark card, Bam rolled his eyes, “Oh, fuck you. Why’d I even talk to you about this anyhow…”

Bam decided to just come out and ask Dico about it, pulling him aside as everyone was getting ready to head out the door, “Hey, dude, what’s, uh- what’s goin’ on between you and Y/N?” Still pulling on his coat, he was obnoxiously nonchalant in reply, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man.” He tugged the bottom of his jacket down, “I just think they’re really cool and nice and funny, you know?” You said nothing. Thank god he and you had planned for this exact scenario- you really made sure you thought of everything. Still, Bam eyed you and him with suspicion, trailing after the two of you, “Oh, alright- yeah. I mean, is that it?” Pausing in the doorway, Bran turned back with a smirk to deliver the finishing blow to his ego, “Yeah. What’ re you, like- jealous or somethin’?”

After all this, the final straw was that night you all went out to the bar together, and if Bam thought he felt like a third wheel before, he really did now. Every time Dico played with your hair or made you laugh at another one of his stupid jokes, he felt the urge to reach over the bar and stab two little cocktail stirrers into his eyes. It’d keep him from staring at you like that, that’s for sure- like you were his. But he kept to himself, quietly seething in his little brooding bubble. It was a scene straight out of the discovery channel, with the two lions fighting over a wildebeest- no, a gazelle, because they’re prettier. Bam wondered what on earth was someone as hot as you doing with Dico? The two glared at each other over your head and you swear you saw his eye twitch when Bran flashed that shit eating grin when he ordered you a drink. If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right then and there.

Part of you found the thought of being fought over by two guys kind of romantic, especially given who was fighting over you. Sure, this was all a bid to get Bam’s attention, but over the course of your little experiment, you had actually been growing closer to Dico. There was something so endearing and cute about his antics that you just couldn’t ignore, and even when you weren't trying to make Bam jealous, it sorta felt natural to hang out with each other more, and maybe you struggled to keep your hands off of each other from time to time but that didn’t mean anything, right? Hell, it was Dico's arm that still sat wrapped around your waist when out of nowhere, Bam suddenly grabbed you in a flash of anger and passion and pulled you into a kiss- one of those really needy, territorial, Jack Danniel’s tinged ones- like a soldier back from war. Surprised as you were, Bran chuckled at the scene in front of him, “Woah! Easy there, cowboy…” When he finally pulled away, you were left in a daze, a pink blush spreading across your cheeks as you finally got what you wanted.

Or you got what you thought you wanted, as you realized a few weeks into you officially dating Bam. For a while, it was everything you dreamed of, all late night sports car rides and rock concert dates with your big celebrity boyfriend. But when your car broke down in the dead of winter and he was the first person you called, all you got back was a voicemail, “Hey. S’Bam. Leave it after the beep.” After the third one you gave up on trying to appeal towards him and just hung up. Shivering from the cold that was slowly creeping in, your stiff fingers finally punched in Dico’s number as a last ditch effort. One ring, two rings, click. “Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” You were never happier to hear his voice, and a relieved smile spread across your face as you sighed, “Oh my god…my, uh- my car broke down- like, half an hour ago. Are you busy right now?” Breathing puffs of smoke onto your hands to keep them warm, you could hear the sounds of him pulling his jacket on. “Nah, just hangin’ out at Bam’s. I’ll be there in five.” So Bam wasn't that busy. Blinking hard, you made a mental note that he was totally dead later before hanging up.

It was as if a wave of relief washed over when you saw Dico’s beater car pull around the corner. Since the day he picked that thing up from the junkyard, you teased him about how he was on tv and still getting seen in the kinda car a divorced dad would drive, but you were never happier to dive into that hunk of junk (through the window, because the passenger side door was stuck). Warming your frigid hands by the half working vent, you shuddered, “Oh, you are a lifesaver!” Smiling, he shifted the car into gear while you buckled your seatbelt. “Hey, any time! I’ll always be there for you, man.” A little glimmer hit your eye at his promise and you could swear your heart was going to flutter out of your chest, “Always?”

“Yeah.”

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slashrrr · 1 year

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Jackass/CKY/Viva La Bam headcanons - kinks - Ryan Dunn, Rake Yohn, Brandon Dicamillo, Raab Himself, Brandon Novak, Johnny Knoxville, Steve-O and Chris Pontius

Ryan Dunn:

-dom

-dirty talk

-praising

-sir/daddy kink

-biting/marking

-hairpulling

-LOVES giving head

Rake Yohn:

-dom but will let you on top

-MASSIVE BREEDING KINK

-daddy kink

-loves lingerie

-exhibition but only people hearing it

-praising

-loves head - giving and receiving

-edging

Brandon Dicamillo:

-switch

-roleplay

-food play

-choking

-exhibition

Raab Himself:

-sub

-mommy kink

-choking

-praising

-voyeurism

-cuckholding

Brandon Novak:

-switch

-edging

-bondage

-exhibition

-slapping

-choking

-sex in front of a mirror

-roleplay

Johnny Knoxville:

-dom

-choking

-roleplay

-mirror sex

-voyeurism

-bdsm

Steve-O:

-dom/switch

-loves lingerie

-loves receiving head

-dirty talk

Chris Pontius:

-dom

-voyeurism/exhibition

-roleplay

-choking

-loves receiving head

-dirty talk/praising

-bdsm

-hair pulling

-sir kink

Hey ya'll sorry ive been gone for a while but im back now :)

#johnny knoxville #chris pontius #chris raab x reader #chris pontius x reader #steve o #raab himself x reader #chris raab #rake yohn x reader #brandon novak #brandon novak x reader #ryan dunn x reader #jackass x reader #jackass #jackass the movie #brandon dicamillo #ryan dunn

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supermightyglue · 1 year

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that cky girl

“do you ever get tired of eating shit?”

“do you ever get tired of being a bitch?”

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b0nerf4rt · 2 years

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SMELLS !

how i think different jackass and cky crewmates smell

WRITERS BLOCK 🥳

jackass crew ↓

johnny : def coconuts or aftershave during the morning and whiskey during the night

ehren : for some reason i feel like he smells like minty chocolate, or just mint without the chocolate

steve : sandalwood and citrus ( from the orange he dripped all over his shirt )

dave : i feel like man smells like that one childhood smell you cant remember what its from but you smell it sometimes. or shit.

chris : shaving cream and candy

weeman : from the amount of baby powder hes had sprayed on him, i feel like its permanently just ingraved into his dna to smell like it

cky crew ↓

bam : yknow the smell before it rains, or like that fiji old spice deodorant

ryan : the forest after it rains and snow

dico : freshly cooked chicken strips. no im jk. kinda. the smell of pancakes after you just woke up from a rough night

rake : bro totally smells like slushies and the inside of a 7/11 in the morning

raab : yknow the smell of that man musk that smells kind of good but at the same time kind of gives you a headache, and it literally sticks to you after you sit next to him for to long. but like in a good way.

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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The Anniversary Surprise (Sub!Raab Himself/Chris Raab x Reader) [Smut]

@chasingwinehouse this one’s for you <3 Full credit to you for the GIFS and for most of the ideas shown here! Hope you enjoy it :)

I censored some words in the description and warnings, so maybe this one won’t get hit with a content warning like the previous one was.

Description: It’s you and Raab’s one year anniversary, and you want to do something special for him; after a date night consisting of dinner and a movie, you take him back home and surprise him with something new: s*x without a condom. He obviously gets super excited, and about halfway through, he ends up getting a little overstimulated. Instead of wanting you to stop, he actually begs you to keep going, and that’s how you find out that Raab likes the feeling of it.

Warnings: Cursing, Sm*t, Mommy Kink, Sub Raab and Dom Reader, Unprotected S*x, You tease Raab during the date to purposefully make him horny, Overstimulation, Raab cums quickly but then keeps going because he wants you to cum too and it overstimulates him, Slightest Hint of Breeding Kink (part of the appeal for Raab is that he gets to cum inside you), Raab cries and begs a lot

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always!

@butttxray tagging you as always too!

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to put up with Raab’s annoying ass for a whole year, man, you’re a national hero.” Novak brushed the massive pile of crumbs off of his bed, pulling out a McDonald’s hamburger wrapper from under his pillow and shoving it under his mattress as you looked on in disgust. You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to say the meanest thing you possibly could at that moment; on any other occasion you would have reminded Novak that he was at least ten times more annoying than Raab could ever be, but this wasn’t a good time to do that since Novak was being nice enough to let you borrow his bedroom for the night. “He’s not annoying, Novak, be nice. And why the hell do you have so many wrappers in your bed? I could feed an entire football team with the crumbs you just brushed onto the floor.” Novak shrugged with a shameless grin. “Chill out, babe. A couple of crumbs aren’t gonna stop you and Raab from banging it out, right?” You made a face. “You’ve got such a way with words, Novak, you should be an author.” He raised his eyebrows, laughing obnoxiously as he tried (and failed) to smooth out his wrinkled bedsheets. “Dreamseller, baby!” You grinned. “Poor old Frantz has probably contributed more to that book than you have, Novak.” Novak smirked, but he didn’t deny it. “No comment. Anyway, where’s my two packs?”

You shot him a look. “You said one pack, dipshit, not two. Don’t get greedy.” Novak raised his arms in defeat with a shit-eating grin. “Alright, alright, you caught my bluff. I was hoping you’d forget how many packs you promised me and I could get another free one out of this.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you handed him the pack of cigarettes you’d promised him; in exchange for the cigarettes, Novak had promised to let you and Raab use his bedroom for the night to celebrate your anniversary. Raab had his own bed in Bam’s house, but it was in a weird little corner in Bam’s basement and wasn’t the most ideal place for romantic sex. Novak’s bed was kinda gross, sure, but it was at least in its own room. Novak took the pack and opened it, checking to make sure all the cigarettes were there, and then he nodded. “The room’s all set, so we’re good to go. When are you guys getting back?” You thought it over for a moment as you kicked some of the crumbs on the floor under Novak’s bed. “Probably about nine or ten. We leave at five, dinner will take an hour at least, and the movie’s about two hours or so. Are you gonna crash somewhere else for the night?” Novak nodded with a grin. “I’m gonna go to a bar with Bam tonight and scope out the hot pussy. I’ll pick a girl who has a house and stay with her for the night. You know, so you two can sleep here.”

You smiled. “Great, thanks. Have fun picking up random girls in bars, try not to catch too many STDs.” Novak laughed. “I’ve already got every STD in the book, babe, I can’t catch something I already have.” You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief as you told him goodbye and left to go find Raab. He was laying on his bed in his weird little corner of Bam’s basement, flipping through a skateboarding magazine with the basement TV blaring as it played MTV. You walked up, plucked the magazine out of his hand, and leaned down to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returned as he took the magazine back. You pulled away, and he grinned at you. “Happy anniversary.” You laughed. “Chris, you’ve already said happy anniversary. At least four times now, actually.” He shrugged, his grin widening as he tossed the magazine aside and pulled you down to sit beside him on his bed. “I just like saying it.” You smiled. “You know what? So do I. Happy anniversary, baby.” His face lit up, and he leaned in for another kiss before pulling away to turn off the TV. “Where all are we going, again? For the date, I mean.” You sat up against the pillows, looking away in thought. “First, we’re gonna get dinner, and then we’re gonna go see that new movie you mentioned the other day, and then we’re gonna come back here for the night to have some…alone time.” You grinned suggestively at him, and his face lit up with pure excitement. “Man, that sounds fun, especially the last part. Maybe we should skip the rest and just do that!”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you got up from the bed. “Very funny, baby. Come on, we’re going to your favorite restaurant and we need to leave now so we don’t get back from that movie too late.” Raab jokingly protested as he got to his feet, adjusting the shirt and pants he’d picked out for the date and asking you to smooth down his hair for him before the two of you headed upstairs towards your car. The ride to the restaurant was fairly short, and the two of you spent it rocking out to a random mixtape Raab had made for you back in the first month of your relationship. When you pulled into the little diner, Raab eagerly got out of the car as fast as he could to open your car door for you, which was something he always did for special occasions like this when he wanted to be romantic for you. You smiled appreciatively at him as you got out of the car and interlocked your fingers with his own, holding his hand as the two of you walked inside and sat down at a table. Raab plucked a menu from the table centerpiece and looked over it, and you laughed. “Chris, you order the same thing every time we come here, what are you looking at the menu for?” He grinned at you. “I wanna see if they give out free desserts for couples when it’s their anniversary.” You shook your head, looking down at the menu yourself as you decided what you wanted. “I doubt it, those free desserts are usually just for birthdays and for couples who propose in the restaurant. Maybe we can pretend it’s your birthday and share a free ice cream sundae!”

Raab nodded, turning the menu over to stare at the picture of the birthday ice cream sundae that the restaurant offered. “I’ll gladly lie and say it’s my birthday if it means we get free dessert.” The meal was relatively uneventful aside from a little conversation about your favorite moments from the relationship so far (yours was a stargazing date you took Raab on about a month into dating him, and Raab’s was that same stargazing date, but only because it was the first time you ever let him suck your boobs) and the free ice cream sundae that the two of you shared for dessert, which you obtained through lying to the waitstaff about it being Raab’s birthday; he had to sit there while the entire staff sang him happy birthday, but it was definitely worth it. Throughout the meal, you were tempted to lean over and touch his thigh or rub his cock under the table, just to tease him and get him excited for what was to come, but you decided against it. Raab didn’t like being embarrassed in public places where other people could see, so you decided to wait until the two of you were in the movie theater instead. It would be dark, there would probably be very few people in the theater because of the time of day the movie was taking place, and the movie would be loud enough to mask any moans that Raab happened to let slip. It was the perfect place.

After another short drive, this time to the movie theater, Raab opened your car door for you once again and led you inside, the two of you stopping to buy popcorn, candy, and drinks before heading in to see the movie. You sat all the way in the back of the theater, scanning the room to see if anyone was sitting anywhere near you; aside from three people in the very front row and one person in the middle row, there was no one else there, which meant you could tease Raab freely without any worry of someone seeing. The movie was actually pretty interesting, and you didn’t want to ruin the experience for Raab, so you waited until a slow, unimportant scene came up to gently place your hand on his thigh, smiling when you felt him start to tense up underneath you. You glanced at him, and he was still watching the movie, albeit while breathing much heavier than he had been before. You moved the hand up to stroke his inner thigh, and his legs twitched, his hips just barely bucking up against your touch. You glanced at him again; he was staring at you with an eager look, like he was waiting for you to do more. You slid the hand all the way up to brush over his cock through his jeans, and a shaky little moan left his lips right away, his eyes darting across the room to make sure the other people in the theater hadn’t heard him. Of course they hadn’t; none of them were even looking back at you. They were all focused on the movie, which was distractingly loud.

You brushed your hand over his cock again, firmly palming it with enough force to make him whine as he hardened under your touch, and he leaned his head back against the wall that was behind your row, eyes squeezed shut as he gasped and whined under his breath. You palmed it again, grinning at how red his face was, and then, just to be a little mean, you pulled your hand away and went back to pretending to watch the movie. You could see in your peripheral vision that Raab was staring at you in disbelief, his mouth slightly open like he was going to protest, and you had to resist the urge to laugh. He was just too easy to tease. He leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him as he grabbed at the hem of your shirt. “Mommy…” Raab’s whiny, pleading tone made you smile, and you looked down at him casually, like you hadn’t just teased him and then pulled away. “Yes, baby?” He shot you a look of mild frustration, realizing what you were trying to do, and he buried his face in your shoulder, gently taking your hand and guiding it towards his lap, silently pleading for you to touch him again. You shook your head, gently stroking his hair and soothingly kissing him on the forehead. “Not yet, baby, if I keep touching you now then you might blow your load. We need to save that for tonight, when we get home. Just watch the movie for now and as soon as we get home I’ll touch you again.”

Raab shook his head. “I can’t focus on the movie now, (Y/n), I’m too hard. Can we just leave now?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “You wanna go ahead and leave early?” He nodded fervently. “Yes, please.” You could tell he really wasn’t all that interested in the movie anymore, and neither were you, so you nodded in agreement and the two of you stood up, gathering up your popcorn and candy and quickly making a beeline for the parking lot, Raab covering his crotch with his bag of popcorn to hide his erection as he got into the passenger seat of the car. The drive home was much faster than the drive to the theater, mainly because you went way over the speed limit and ran at least two red lights, and soon enough you were pulling into the driveway of Bam’s house once again, the two of you scrambling out of the car as fast as you possibly could. Bam’s purple Lamborghini was gone, which was how you knew him and Novak had left to go bar-hopping for the night, and you felt a pang of excitement when you remember that you and Raab were gonna get to use Novak’s bedroom for the night. You led him inside, and he started to head for the basement, but you stopped him with a grin. “Where are you going.” He stared at you in confusion. “Down to the basement? You said we’re having alone time.”

You shook your head. “We won’t be staying down there tonight! I got us an actual bedroom just for the occasion. Novak’s bedroom, to be specific.” Raab’s face lit up as he realized what you meant, and he smiled. “Oh, okay. Let’s go then.” You led him up to Novak’s room, feeling the giddiness that was practically radiating off of him as the two of you made your way up the stairs; getting to be in an actual bedroom for the night was a pretty big deal for both of you, since it meant you could be much louder and do a lot more than you could when the two of you fucked on his little bed in the basement (the openness of the basement meant that everyone else in the house could easily walk in on you or at least overhear everything you were doing). You quickly pulled Raab into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you, and you laid your stuff from the movie theater down on the bedside table, gesturing for Raab to lay down on the bed and wait for you. He went to pull off his shirt, but you stopped him. “Just lay down on the bed for me and I’ll take all your clothes off myself, baby.” He obediently laid down on the bed, hardly able to contain his excited impatience as he waited for you to finally give him attention. You took off your shirt and pulled your pants off, tossing them in a heap on the floor and leaving your bra and panties on as you made your way over to the bed, and Raab sat up with an eager look as he admired your scantily-clad body.

“You’re so pretty, (Y/n).” You smiled. “So are you, baby. Here, lay back and let me take care of you.” Raab obediently laid back against the pillows and you straddled his lap, leaning down to give him a soft kiss as you stuck your hands under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body; you pulled away long enough to help him take his shirt off and toss it aside and then smashed your lips against his once again, gently rubbing your fingers over the soft skin of his tummy and chest and playing with his sensitive nipples. He whined softly against your lips, lightly rocking his hips up against your body in a desperate attempt to get some friction against his bulge, and you pulled away, grinning at how red-faced and out of breath he was. “Aw, you’re so sensitive today, baby.” He blushed even harder, smiling bashfully as he bucked his hips up again. “It’s because you got me all excited in the movie theater.” You laughed. “I did, didn’t I? Here, let’s get these pants off so I can see how hard your cute little cock is.” You pulled his jeans off to reveal his white boxers, smirking at the large wet spot that was already starting to form. You could see his cock twitching through the fabric, like he was already dangerously close to cumming, and it really turned you. His body just so sensitive that it honestly kind of shocked you. You palmed at his bulge like you had at the theater, and he whined.

“Don’t tease me this time, please, I already feel like I’m gonna cum too fast.” You cooed over him, stroking his face with your free hand as your other hand continued to rub over his bulge. “Don’t you worry, sweetie, I won’t tease you too much. And even if you do cum too fast, it’s fine. You always do pretty well with your mouth, don’t you?” Raab grinned and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.” The wet spot on his boxers was starting to get bigger, so you helpfully pulled them down off his legs and watched his cock slap against his flat belly, the tip bright red and steadily leaking precum. You stroked the underside of it with the pad of your thumb, and his belly jerked, a whimper leaving his lips as you rubbed a circle over his tip. You moved your hand away long enough to remove your bra, and Raab’s eyes lit up, his attention now focused on grabbing and squeezing at your breasts as you pulled your panties aside and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock to keep it steady as you hovered over the tip. Raab’s eyes went wide, and he released your breasts long enough to lean over towards the drawer of Novak’s bedside table. “Hold on, mommy, let me get a condom for you.” You stopped him, shaking your head with a grin, and he stared up at you in confusion. “Since it’s our anniversary, I figured maybe you’d like to try doing it without the condom?” When Raab finally realized what you were saying, his face lit up, his mouth dropping open in excitement. “I get to feel your pussy without a condom?” You nodded.

Raab looked even more excited than before, but then another look of confusion crossed his face. “Wait, so do you want me to tell you when I’m about to cum so you can pull off?” Your grin widened, and you shook your head again. “Nope. That’s your other anniversary present. You get to cum inside me.” Raab’s went as wide as saucers, and he stared up at you in awe, rubbing circles over your hips affectionately as he took in this new information. “Fucking you without a condom and I get to cum inside you? Best present ever.” You laughed, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips as you lined the head of his cock up with your pussy; Raab’s eyes were locked on the sight of his cock pressed against your entrance as he waited eagerly to feel your pussy without a condom for the first time, and as soon as you sank down on his tip, his mouth dropped open, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he took in the feeling. You smiled, leaning down to stroke his hair as you sank further down onto his shaft. “How does that feel, sweetie? You like that?” He nodded fervently, his hands grabbing at your hips in a desperate attempt to pull you down further on his cock so he could get even more of the feeling that he was clearly enjoying so much, and you indulged him, taking his cock all the way to the base and then keeping yourself still so he could savor the feeling of your wet, tight heat wrapped around his shaft.

He threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slightly open as he bucked his hips up, trying to push his cock even deeper inside you as you tightened up around him. “Fuck, mommy, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” You grabbed his hands and guided them back up to your boobs, letting him squeeze them in his hands and rub the pads of his thumbs over your nipples to try and distract himself from cumming too quickly; you could tell he was already getting close because of how red his face was how much his hips were jerking, but you decided not to say anything just for the sake of not embarrassing him. If anything, it always turned you on more when he came too quickly, and he could always just eat you out to make up for it. You pulled all the way off of his cock and then promptly took it all the way again, bouncing up and down on his cock at a steady pace as you leaned over to press your lips against Raab’s again. He moaned against your mouth, weakly thrusting his hips up in an attempt to give you some pleasure as well, but he was clearly already starting to get overwhelmed from how good it felt, his eyes half-lidded and his lips wet with his own drool as you pulled away from the kiss to get a good look at him. With the eyes, the lips, and his flustered face, he looked like an absolute wreck.

You stroked his hair, pushing his bangs back off of his slightly sweaty forehead as you cooed over him. “Poor baby, not even five minutes of fucking me raw and you’re already out of it. Wanna try being on top for a little bit?” His eyes snapped open, and he nodded eagerly, clearly desperate to be able to please you himself without you having to do all the work, and so you quickly switched positions with him, letting him get on top of you to fuck your pussy himself as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting with as much force as he could muster as he pressed sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbone. Your wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against your body so his hips were pressed against yours and his shaft was all the way inside you. You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, and soft moans were spilling from his lips as he pressed another flurry of kisses up the side of your neck; he was clearly close to cumming, and so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face down into your boobs, rubbing your hand over the back of his head soothingly and bucking your hips up to help him fuck you with a more intense pace. Just as you were starting to wonder if maybe your worries of Raab not lasting long had been all for nothing, you felt Raab’s hips stutter repeatedly, his body starting to tense up as he buried his face in your boobs with a loud, whiny, desperate moan.

“Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry—oh fuck.” His hips stuttered once again, and he grabbed at your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin as he came with a pathetic moan, his legs shaking and his upper body exhaustedly resting on yours as he jerked his hips to ride out his orgasm. You stroked his hair and rubbed his back affectionately to guide him through it, and when he pulled his head up, you realized he was starting to tear up and you immediately panicked, cupping his face with concern. “Oh fuck, what’s the matter, baby? What’s wrong? Was cumming inside me too much? Maybe I should have waited and had you do that another time, I’m sorry—” Raab shook his head, wiping his eyes as he tried to say what he wanted to say without actually bursting into tears. “I always cum before you do, mommy, I need to stop doing that. You should get to cum first. I’m sorry.” You wiped the tears from his cheeks and shook your head, stroking his face reassuringly. “Aw, baby, I don’t mind that you cum first, it’s really not a big deal. I like seeing you cum first, you always look so pretty and it makes me feel good to know that it feels so good for you and that it makes you cum so fast. You shouldn’t feel bad about it, baby, I promise. Here, let me get you on your back and then if you want to you—”

You moved to pull him off of you so you could lay him on his back and see if he wanted to either end the session there or finish you off with his mouth, but he instantly shook his head, pushing your hands away and immediately beginning to thrust inside you again. You stared up at him with alarm. “Chris? Baby, you just had an orgasm, if you keep going you’re gonna get overstimulated.” He buried his face in your neck again, shaking his head as he continued to weakly thrust his cock inside you in spite of how obviously sensitive it was. “I’m not stopping until I make you cum too, that’s all I want.” You felt a wave of affection for him, hugging him close your body and wrapping your legs around him as he thrust inside you again deep enough to hit your g-spot. Raab’s whole body was shaking, his hands desperately squeezing your sides and his eyes tightly shut as he continued to fuck you despite how sensitive his poor little cock was; the overstimulation was already setting in, and you felt a pang of worry for him as you wondered if him overstimulating his own body like this was worth him making you cum. “Raab, sweetie, maybe you should just use your fingers or your mouth, I really don’t want you to overstimulate yourself or get hurt doing this.” Raab frantically shook his head again, staring up at you with a pleasing look as he thrust inside you again. “No, mommy, please let me keep doing this, I wanna make you cum so badly, I feel so fucking bad about cumming inside you too fast.”

You rubbed his back, knowing he’d made up his mind at this point and couldn’t be convinced otherwise, but there was still that little pang of worry. Raab was usually exhausted after just one session, so there was no telling if he’d make it all the way through a second one. If you didn’t know any better, though, you would have thought he was actually getting off on it; his eyes had started to become half-lidded again, his mouth slightly agape as soft, vulnerable moans left his lips, and his cock still felt hard even though he’d already cum once. “Raab, sweetie…do you like this? Being overstimulated, I mean.” He pulled his head away from your chest, his face bright red as he nodded shyly. “It feels so good, mommy. Like it feels so good that it kind of hurts.” You raised your eyebrows, making a mental note to tuck that little piece of information away for the next time the two of you had sex, and then Raab’s tip hit your g-spot and you realized you were starting to get close to cumming yourself. “Oh fuck, sweetie, I’m almost there, just keep fucking mommy’s pussy nice and deep, just like that, perfect, baby, you’re such a good boy for me.” You spurred Raab on with your praises enough to give him the energy to thrust inside you a few more times, deep enough for his cock head to rub your spot but not powerful enough to completely drain him, and then you came around his cock, moaning loudly with his body pressed right against yours. You tightened around his cock as you came, and then, to your shock, you felt Raab cum again, his cock jerking pathetically inside you as a few more spurts of cum shot from his tip. As soon as the both of you had finished, Raab immediately collapsed on top of you in pure exhaustion, his face red and flushed and his hair all messy and his lips wet with his own saliva from all the drooling.

You cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you, fixing his hair and wiping his mouth and stroking his face adoringly as you smiled at him. “Raab, sweetie, that was incredible. That was so sweet of you to make sure that I came too, you’re so thoughtful. Here, lay down so I can clean you up.” Raab’s face went even redder, and he stared at you adoringly as he watched you grab the towel Novak had helpfully left on his bedside table. You cleaned up Raab’s cum from between your legs and then cleaned off his cock, careful to be gentle so you wouldn’t overstimulate it even more; it was so red and sore from being used so much that you felt a pang of pity. “Poor baby. You really wore yourself out, didn’t you?” Raab nodded exhaustedly, and you handed him a bottle of water, crawling into bed beside him and stroking his hair to comfort him as he chugged the water sleepily. When he finished, he set the bottle aside and leaned up to give you a kiss. “Happy anniversary, (Y/n).” You smiled. “Happy anniversary, my love. Sleepy?” He nodded, and you pulled the covers over the two of you, lying down and cuddling him to your chest so the two of you could enjoy a little cuddle session before you went to sleep. Raab leaned over to turn off the lamp and then looked down in confusion, leaning down to pull something out from under the mattress. “Is this a McDonald’s wrapper?” You sighed. “Why on Earth did I give Novak a whole pack of cigarettes for his shitty ass room?”

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bleach-boyz · 7 months

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Chapter 6: The Bathroom

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warning: nsfw/smut

You finished shooting Haggard without ever talking to Ryan about what had happened. It was kind of awkward between you two, but you’d decided to follow his lead when handling the subject. If he didn’t find it necessary to bring it up, then you wouldn’t either. But it was hard.

Every day you came in to help film, you were reminded of the way it felt when he kissed you. When he’d look at you, your cheeks would flush, and you’d have to look away. It didn’t help that Bam and Joe were always there to snicker to themselves whenever you and Ryan had to shoot a scene together.

When you wrapped filming, you thought it might be good for you to have some time away from Ryan. You still desperately wanted him, but he hadn’t given you any indication since that day that he wanted you too.

You decided to take your parents on a vacation with you to London for a couple weeks with your Jackass money. You thought, besides being a good distraction from Ryan, it would be a good way to decompress from how busy you’ve been. You ended up asking Dico if he wanted to come too, and surprisingly, he agreed. He knew your family pretty well from growing up together, so it wasn’t at all uncomfortable for him to join.

You had the idea at the last second to not take your cell phone with you and convinced Dico to leave his as well. You knew if you were going to be able to successfully get your mind off of Ryan and work, you’d need to have it out of sight. Dico didn’t have as big of a reason to leave his, but you persuaded him to do it out of solidarity.

The trip was overall exactly what you needed it to be. You got to catch up with your parents and tell them stories from your travels, and every day you’d explore different areas of London with them and Dico. You’d get drunk with Dico at different pubs and bring up anecdotes from the past to laugh and reminisce about.

It was good to get to spend so much time with Dico because, even though you lived and worked together, you rarely hung out alone anymore. You both had separate responsibilities when it came to the projects you were working on, and when you went out at night, it was always as a group with the rest of the crew. Additionally, Dico had been dating a girl for a while and would spend a lot of his free time with her. He’s your oldest and best friend, and the trip really made you appreciate your friendship more.

When you got back home and checked your phone, you had a million missed calls from Bam, some random unknown numbers, and, surprisingly, a couple from Ryan. They had known you were going on vacation, but you realized you must have forgotten to tell anyone you weren’t bringing your phone. Dico also had a shit ton of missed calls, so you called Bam first to see what was up.

He explained to you both that MTV wanted to move forward with a reality show revolving around him, his family, and his friends titled “Viva La Bam”. You remembered some people at MTV tossing around the idea of a spin-off around the time the Jackass series ended, but you hadn’t heard too much about it in a while.

As with all Bam projects, you agreed to be a part of it, but it wasn’t without hesitation. Up to that point, you’d been mostly involved behind the scenes, shooting and directing more than participating on screen. Although the concept of being filmed wasn’t at all foreign to you, you weren’t entirely comfortable with it in this context. You’d be playing a character version of yourself and wouldn’t participate in anything on the production end of things. It scared you, but you figured it would still be fun.

Dico was also hesitant, as he had spoken out frequently about how much he hated corporate LA producers, but Bam insisted they’d still maintain a lot of creative freedom when it came to episode plots.

MTV had historically always operated on quick turnarounds, so it wasn’t surprising you’d start negotiations and shooting episodes soon for an October release date.

You asked Bam how he’d even have time for this with his already chaotic schedule and list of projects, including finishing editing the entire Haggard movie. He said that while you were gone, he’d been in an editing hole, not leaving his room for days, and had made an almost impossible amount of progress. You asked if he wanted you to help since you’ve helped before with editing, but he refused. He has always been a bit of a perfectionist with editing and maintained a clear vision of what he wants his projects to look like, which often leads to him refusing help. You get it, but sometimes he drives himself crazy doing it alone, so you reminded yourself to stop by his house every now and then to check up on him.

After you hung up on Bam and Dico went to take a nap, you contemplated calling Ryan back. You didn’t know if the calls were “Viva La Bam” related or if there was a chance he had wanted to talk about what was going on between you two. You opted to just shoot him a text explaining that you left your phone at home and asking what was up. He responded, saying it wasn’t important, which was suspect to you, but you decided there was no reason to push it.

Even though you were back in West Chester, you spent the following weeks as a bit of a hermit, not going out with the guys to bars or hanging out. Your vacation to London allowed you to reconnect with your parents and Dico, but you felt you needed some alone time to reconnect with yourself as well.

You hadn’t been handling your feelings in a healthy way for a while. You’d gotten used to distracting yourself with projects or partying and hadn’t really been taking any time to digest the way your life had been developing.

While things moving so quickly was often exciting, it had also been causing you a lot of anxiety as of late. You didn’t feel like you had any control over yourself anymore, like you’d been on autopilot for years. Things were just happening to you and around you constantly, and you’d been taking it passively.

You think this is probably why you've done nothing about your crush on Ryan for so long. You weren’t comfortable actively asserting yourself and making decisions. You wouldn’t intervene or take the wheel when faced with a choice; you’d just let things turn out as they may.

It was time to take your life into your hands. Your time alone made you realize that. You knew a step toward this would be being more vocal about the things you want and need to be satisfied. If being with Ryan would make you happy, you needed to make that known.

After a couple weeks of solitude, you decided it was finally time to get back to normal.

“I’ll go.” You say, heading to your room to put on some make-up. Dico had just invited you to meet the crew at a bar that night.

“Finally leaving your fortress of solitude?” Dico asks you, surprised. He’d gotten used to you turning down every invitation to hang out over the last few weeks.

“Is that Star Wars?” You ask from your room.

“No. We leave in an hour.” Dico replies, and you chuckle.

You haven’t seen or really talked to any of your friends, other than Dico, in a little over a month. You know that disappearing on them for so long wasn’t exactly a nice thing to do, and it would be fair for any of them to accuse you of being a bad friend for it. Though you don’t think any of your friends are the type to care too much, they’ll probably understand where you were coming from.

Now that you’ve had the time to work through your inner turmoil, you’ve realized that you really do miss the whole crew. There have been times in the past few years where you’ve gotten a bit sick of each other for no reason other than just being around each other too much. You knew it was natural to feel that way, but your break made you appreciate all that time together so much more. As much as any of them can get on your nerves, you never want to go without contact for that long again.

After an hour passes, you are ready to go, and Dico drives the two of you to the crew’s usual spot.

In the car, you think about how your interaction with Ryan will go. As much as you’ve missed all your friends, you’ve missed him the most. You can’t help but wonder if he’s missed you too.

You’ve resolved yourself to make a move and express how you feel to him whenever the time is right. You’re not putting any pressure on yourself for it to be tonight, but you know you need to do it soon.

Your fear of rejection has subsided quite a bit, but it’s not entirely gone. An outright rejection wouldn’t be too bad; you’re more afraid of him having had feelings for you a month ago but them being gone, or worse, him having met someone else in your absence. It would definitely be a worse feeling knowing your inaction was what cost you.

Once you arrive at the bar, you head inside and meet everyone else at a booth.

“Oh shit!” Raab says as you make your way over.

“Where the hell have you been?” Jenn asks as she gets up and hugs you. You smile and hug her back.

You look around and see Ryan grinning at you, and it warms your heart.

“I’ll go get us some High Life.” Dico says as he leaves to order with the bartender.

You sit on the side of the booth with Raab and Rake and across from Ryan, Bam, and Jenn. Your eyes float past Ryan, and you see that his grin has softened to a small smile.

“So what the fuck have you been up to?” Rake asks.

You go into some details about your trip to London, though you know Dico had probably already filled them in on anything interesting that had happened. There wasn’t much to tell from your alone time, so you let the conversation transition to the others telling stories of what you missed. Honestly, any time the CKY crew go out anywhere, there is bound to be a story to tell by the end of it, so there is no shortage of information for your friends to share with you.

“And then last week that chick was trying to fuck Ryan." Bam starts, and the others laugh as they remember what happened. You raise your eyebrows at Ryan, who is putting his head in his hands. You hold your breath in anticipation, already feeling a bit of jealousy stir inside you from the setup of the story.

“And she was like putting the moves on him, but he rejected her for some reason—even though he hasn’t gotten laid in like, months."

You see Jenn give you a look, and you know what she’s trying to imply, but you don’t believe the only reason Ryan would reject someone is because of you.

“So she got all pissed. It turns out she had a boyfriend, and she called him and told him Ryan like grabbed her ass or something. The boyfriend showed up and started yelling at Ryan. Soon he started pushing him, but we were all there thinking like what the fuck is going on, so the minute the guy threw a punch at Ryan, we were all on him. We took him outside, but he managed to weasel his way back to his truck with his skank before we could really fuck him up.” Bam finishes, and you shake your head.

"Ryan, you’re like a magnet for crazy ladies.” Dico jokes, and you smirk to yourself, knowing Dico also meant that as a jab to you.

“He’s the most unfortunate bastard I know.” Bam teases and throws his arm around Ryan’s neck.

“Poor you.” Raab says to Ryan sarcastically, and you chuckle.

"Alright, I’m going out for a cigarette.” You say and slide out of the booth. Jenn gets up with you and follows you through the crowd of patrons and out the front door.

“He’s still really into you.” Jenn says as you light your cigarette.

“Did you just come out here with me to tell me that?” You ask.

“Maybe.” She says and grabs your cigarette from you to take a drag herself.

"Well, I’m not gonna do anything while everyone is here.” You say, taking the cigarette back.

“Oh please, do you know how many times Bam and I have hooked up in bathrooms and cars and alleys while out with you guys?” Jenn asks.

“Unfortunately, I do, because you tell me every time.” You respond, and Jenn laughs.

“Just take a couple shots and see what happens. I’m so tired of you two pretending you don’t want to fuck.” She says and heads back inside.

You finish your cigarette while contemplating what Jenn said. You think of how exhausting and annoying it probably is for her and Dico to watch you constantly talk yourself out of making a move. You know that if you were in their shoes you’d be annoyed too.

Getting distance from all your past interactions with Ryan made you realize how unserious it all was, which is exactly what Jenn has been trying to communicate to you this whole time. You are constantly worried about making the “right” decision, but there is no right decision. You need to do what feels good to you.

When you go back inside, you go to the bar to take a couple shots, like Jenn told you to, in order to loosen up. You end up taking two tequila shots and then getting into a polite conversation with the bartender. You go to this bar all the time, so you have a report with all the usual staff.

After conversing about your vacation and other things for around ten minutes, you feel a hand on your back. You turn and see Ryan coming up beside you.

You’re starting to feel the effects of the shots in combination with the beers you’ve had tonight, and all you can think of is how cute he looks. His hair is a little longer than it was the last time you saw him, but other than that, he’s the same.

“You want another beer?” He asks, and you nod even though you should probably slow down. He orders two High Life’s from the bartender you were talking to, and you stay quiet until they’re sitting in front of you.

“I missed you.” You finally say after taking a sip. Ryan smiles.

“I missed you too.” He says and takes a seat next to you.

“I feel like when I left, it was kinda weird between us.” You say, allowing yourself to finally break the tension you’d been feeling between you for the past two months. You want to talk about it now, so you are going to talk about it now.

“Maybe.” Ryan says as he drinks his beer. Normally, such a non-answer would scare you off, and you’d change the subject, but that isn’t going to happen tonight.

“I know you know what I’m talking about. When we were filming Haggard, it got a little weird.” You say, standing your ground.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” He says, smirking a little bit. You wish he would say more.

“We never really talked about how, well, when we made out, it got heated.” You say, continuing to push the conversation where you need it to go. You need him to acknowledge the situation with you. You need to know that he felt the same way when it happened.

“It did.” He agrees, and you both go to drink more of your beer. It’s like talking about this is sucking all the moisture out of your mouths.

As you let your mind continue to be cast back to that night, you start to feel the desire bubble up inside you again. You remember his body on top of you, his lips on yours, and his hands all over.

“It felt good.” You say matter of factly, testing the waters. His eyes dart up to yours. You see surprise in his gaze, but it quickly shifts to something else.

“It did.” He agrees again, and you understand the look he gives you as pleading. It feels like he wants the same thing you do but is unable to communicate it himself. He needs you to keep going.

You look around and see the others at the same booth you were at earlier, paying you two no mind. You take another gulp from your beer and get up out of your stool. You hope you won’t regret this.

“Meet me in the bathroom.” You say to Ryan and turn away before you can see his reaction.

You try to keep your cool as you head to one of the single-stall bathrooms. Once you close the door, you let out a huge breath and start pacing. You feel pretty tipsy as the blood rushes to your head, and you can hear your heart thumping.

You don’t exactly know what you are going to do when Ryan gets there. You aren’t above having sex with someone in a dirty bathroom, but Ryan isn’t just someone. This is a situation that has been building pretty much since the moment you two met each other. It all feels so overwhelming.

After two painfully long minutes, you start to worry that Ryan won’t come, but soon after, you hear a knock on the door. You take a huge breath before opening it and pulling Ryan inside.

When the door closes, you lock it and gently push Ryan up against it. You look into his eyes and see the same hunger you saw back when you were filming. That’s all it takes for you to let go and crash your lips into his.

It’s just as fast and desperate as the last time. You both come at each other with such force that the kisses feel aggressive and almost competitive, like you're in a battle to prove who wants this more.

Ryan holds your waist, and one of his hands drifts down to grab your ass as you tangle your fingers in his hair. There’s no time for you to think about anything; it all feels too good.

You part lips, breathless, and start to take off Ryan’s shirt. Once it’s off, you take your own shirt off and go back to kissing him. His hands roam your body and grab your breasts as you drag your nails down his torso.

As your hands travel down, you pull on and play with the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. Ryan groans a little and grabs your hand to push it against his crotch. You’re surprised and then turned on when you can feel that he’s hard through his jeans.

You apply pressure with your hand, and he groans again and pulls his lips away from your mouth. You kiss his neck, continuing to massage him through his pants, enjoying the little sounds he makes.

“Please.” You think you hear him say, but it’s so quiet that you could barely make it out. You know then that it’s time to make a decision about what you want to do.

After giving his lips one last kiss, you fall to your knees and unbutton and unzip Ryan’s jeans. You slowly pull them down to realize that he isn’t wearing any underwear, so his cock springs free in front of you. You hold back your questions regarding his lack of undergarments for another time.

You look up at him, and he looks down at you. You’re suddenly a little nervous, but the lustful and needy look Ryan is giving you fills you with determination to make him feel good.

You grab his cock with your hand and give it a few pumps. You look up again as Ryan sighs and closes his eyes. After a few more tugs, you guide his tip into your mouth and suck on it softly.

“Fuck.” Ryan moans as he grabs onto your hair.

After teasing the head for a moment, you dive down deeper on his shaft, bobbing up and down and taking more and more of him into your mouth.

Ryan groans, and after a few moments, he can’t help but buck his hips, fucking into your mouth. You gag on reflex, and he lets go of your head as you get off his cock, coughing a little.

“Shit, sorry,” Ryan says, but you shake your head.

"No, it’s fine; I just wasn’t prepared.” You respond. If Ryan wants to be a little rough with you, you’ll let him. Plus, he’s not so big that you think you can’t handle it.

You grab his cock again and open your mouth, guiding his tip back inside. You then take his hand, place it back on your head, and look at him, giving him the okay to set his pace and fuck your mouth. He looks dazed.

“Shit, you’re insane.” Ryan says as he slowly starts to thrust into your mouth, gradually going faster.

His moans and the way he uses you to chase his own pleasure turn you on, and you try to keep it together, holding on to Ryan’s legs for support.

You do your best to breathe through your nose, and Ryan gives you breaks, but the faster he fucks into you, the more your eyes water and your mouth drools.

“I’m close, baby," he says, and you moan around his dick when he uses that pet name for you. At the last second, you get off his cock and pump him through his climax, not particularly wanting to swallow.

He grunts as he cums on your chest while you jerk him off. Once he’s calmed down, you give the tip of his cock a quick peck and get back up to your feet. Ryan is staring at his cum on your chest, and you smirk and give him a kiss before grabbing some paper towels to wipe yourself off.

“Fuck.” Ryan chuckles to himself as he pulls his pants up, and you smile softly, hardly believing what just happened.

“Do you need me to..." Ryan trails off as he points to your crotch. You blush, picking up on what he means.

As much as you want Ryan’s face between your legs, it doesn’t really feel like the place for it. You’d have to sit down on the toilet or sink, which is just awkward. Plus, you know you’ve probably been gone too long, and the others are likely wondering where you two are.

“Another time.” You say as you grab your shirt that you’d tossed on the ground earlier and put it on. Ryan puts on his shirt too.

“Another time.” He agrees with a grin. That damn smile of his is so infectious that you can’t help but grin back at him. You take a step toward him and give him another kiss, not like the ones before. It’s softer and more affectionate. He kisses you back with the same energy, and your head won’t stop spinning.

After you pull away, you reach beside him to the doorknob, unlocking it.

“I’ll meet you back out there.” You say and head out swiftly. You didn’t want to give Ryan the chance to leave before you, because you knew if you were left alone in that stall, you would have overthought everything.

You make your way back to the booth your friends are sitting at, trying your best to make it seem like nothing happened.

“Where’d you go?” Jenn asks, and you sigh as you sit down.

“I got trapped in a conversation with the bartender, and then my mom called me, so I had to talk to her outside.” You lie, and it seems that everyone easily accepts the excuse.

You are pretending to listen to the conversation Rake and Dico are having when Ryan comes back from the bathroom.

“And where the hell were you?” Bam asks, and Ryan sits back down.

“Takin a shit.”

The rest of the night, you listen to everyone else talk without chiming in much. Your mind is in a million different places, and you can’t help yourself from zoning out. You occasionally look over in Ryan’s direction, but every time your eyes meet, you look away.

The more you think about what you did, the more flustered you get. You just let one of your best friends fuck your mouth in a public bathroom, and now you’ve resigned yourself to pretending everything is normal.

Being physical with Ryan did answer a few questions, but there are still so many left unanswered. The main problem is that you don’t know what the events of tonight mean to him. You don’t know if being physical is all he wants or if he wants something more.

On your end, you know now how much you need him. Being physically intimate felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You want the care, the attention, and the love. You want to be with him.

“Let’s go home.” Dico says to you as the night is winding down.

You look across the table at Ryan, who is staring at you intensely. You can’t tell what he’s trying to communicate; does he want you to stay?

When you finally pry your eyes away from him, you see Jenn looking between you two suspiciously.

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.” You say, feeling put off by Ryan’s gaze and also wanting to avoid any questioning by Jenn.

You really realize how drunk and exhausted you are as soon as you get in the car. The entire ride home, you just focus on the music Dico put on, hoping that he hadn’t drank enough to crash the car or get pulled over.

Luckily, you make it back to the apartment unscathed. Once you enter your room, you lazily strip and then pass out on your bed.

It isn’t until the next morning, when you check your texts, that reality really sets in.

Jenn: Tell me everything! Ryan: Talk soon

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Took forever to get this one out, sorry guys. Chapters might come at a slower pace now just because I’ve been more busy. Hopefully you are still enjoying though ! I appreciate everyone reading :)

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