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indulger!katsuki who is completely unapologetic about the way he spoils you, often using it as a weapon to shut down any argument. whenever you try to tell him he's “too much” or that he “doesn't need to spend so much,” he simply doubles down.

“too much? you think this is too much?” he points to the walk-in closet that is essentially a second bedroom, filled with luxury clothes and jewelry. “i make more money in a week than most people make in a year. what the hell else am i supposed to do with it? save it for a rainy day? it's always raining somewhere, you moron!”

“i just feel bad that you work so hard and then i—“

“shut up,” he silences you by pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of cinnamon and heat. he breaks away just enough to whisper against your lips. “i work hard so i can see you in these clothes. i work hard so i can buy you things that make you smile like a damn idiot. your only job is to look pretty and be mine. everything else is handled. now, tell me what else you want. a new car? a trip to paris? just say the word, you spoiled little brat.”

this was the first year into your relationship. many more years later he would continuously complain about you being spoiled rotten, which you find ironic because he was the reason you turned out the way you are today.

So, it comes as no surprise when you lean against your car door in the school parking lot, waiting for him, and spot your boyfriend walking out. However, he isn’t alone, a woman walks right beside him. The parking lot is almost empty by now, making you realise it took Ryland much longer than usual to pack up after today’s parent-teacher meeting.

He hasn’t spotted you yet, still engaged in whatever conversation they are having. He seems to be talking a lot, which he always does, his expression serious as he likely discusses her child’s performance. The problem is that parent-teacher meetings are supposed to happen inside the classroom, yet this woman has followed him all the way to the parking lot. To make matters worse, she shuffles closer to his arm as they walk.

Now, you know Ryland isn’t interested in anyone else, especially not a parent who complains more about the curriculum than actually making sure her kid studies, but seeing her lean toward his arm sparks irritation in your chest.

Suddenly, Ryland looks in your direction and spots you. A bright smile instantly spreads across his face, making him momentarily forget the conversation he is trapped in.

“Mr Grace, are you listening?” you hear the woman ask as they draw closer to you.

He blinks, snapping out of his daze, and turns his head back to her, “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t share my personal contact details. School policy restricts the faculty from sharing personal data with others. The school board does an amazing job of keeping parents posted on everything, so there is actually no need to reach out to me directly”

Oh, so she asked for his number.

He stops once he is within arm’s reach of you. “Hey, you’re here” he breathes, looking down at you.

You glance at the woman once before focusing your attention on Ryland. “Yeah” you reply, giving him a tiny smile. “Hey, Ry” you greet, closing the distance between you both by taking a step closer.

“Sorry I’m late” he smiles, before turning back to the parent, who is now staring at how close the two of you are standing. “Uh, alright, well, I’ll get going now. Don’t worry about your child’s progress, they’re doing just fine” Ryland adds, using his polite, professional teacher voice, “Um, so, bye. Have a good day”

The woman does not look pleased, “But...we still have some things to discuss, Mr Grace”

Feeling another spark of annoyance, you step even closer to Ryland until your arm touches his. “Let’s go home, Ry?” you ask, looking at him.

He looks at you, his expression softening, before he turns back to the lady one last time. “I’ll address any further queries at the next parent-teacher meeting” he says hastily, clearly having had enough of the interaction.

“Okay” she mutters. She shoots a sharp look in your direction before turning on her heel to head back into the school to fetch her kid.

The parking lot is empty, leave for the two of you and the parent making her way back into the school. However, she slows her pace, casting a lingering look back over her shoulder at Ryland.

You’ve had enough of this.

Before the woman can even take her eyes off him, you grab Ryland by the front of his jacket. Ryland lets out a soft gasp, his blue eyes widening. Before he can ask what you are doing, you pull him down into a deliberate kiss.

For a second, Ryland’s brain short-circuits. But the hesitation vanishes instantly. His hands find your waist as he melts into the kiss, completely forgetting about the empty parking lot and the school property.

When you finally break the kiss, your faces inches apart. Ryland’s cheeks are flushed, his breath comes a little faster, and his eyes are dazed as he stares at you.

Behind him, the single mother looks shocked. When she realises that you’re looking at her, she spins back around, mortified, and practically rushes to the school doors. The doors clicks shut behind her, leaving the parking lot silent.

Ryland lets out a breath that is half-laugh, half-sigh, resting his forehead gently against yours. His hands are still wrapped around your waist.

“Wow” he breathes, a playful grin spreading across his face, “Not that I’m complaining, at all, but where did that come from?”

You arch an eyebrow, leaning back just enough to look into his amused eyes, “She was clearly interested in you, Ry. Quite obviously, with the way she was leaning on your arm and trying to get your number”

Ryland’s smile widens, letting out a low chuckle, enjoying the realisation that you are jealous, “Was she? I honestly didn’t even notice. I was too busy trying to figure out how to escape the curriculum complaints. But if being cornered by annoying parents gets me greeted like this, I might have to start extending my office hours”

PLAYBOY

Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Playmate!reader

Warnings: male masturbation, degradation, unprotected p in v sex (don’t do it!), fingering, breeding kink, lmk if I missed anything

You slump through the front door, practically tossing your purse onto the kitchen island. Being a model for Playboy was your dream job, but it was surprisingly tiring.

By the time you made your way to yours and Johnny’s shared bedroom your heels were discarded by the front door, hair that was once in a perfectly styled updo now falling messily by your shoulders.

When you approached the door you heard a noise, one that you were all too familiar with. Johnny’s whines and whimpers invaded your ears, causing a small pool of heat to form in your stomach.

You can see through the crack of the door that he’s stroking himself, holding up last months issue of Playboy magazine. You smirked to yourself, opening up the door.

He turned to you, eyes growing wide as he frantically tried to toss the magazine under the bed, pulling his pants up.

“Honey..” you coo teasingly, “you’re not fooling me, I saw everything.” He let out a defeated sigh. “It’s just, you were away all day and..” he tried to reason. You leaned down, picking up the magazine, seeing that it was turned to a page with you on it.

You picked it up, turning it to wear he could see. “is that what you like sweetheart..? You like it when I dress up all pretty hm?” He nods shyly. “Yeah..”

”On the bed.” You command, and he does just that, laying back on the fluffy comforter. You crawl on top of him, toying with the button of his pants, unzipping them slowly. “You’re such a little slut y’know that, touching your little cock to my photos..”

He whimpered softly. He loved when you degraded him, making fun of the size of his dick. When you finally got his pants off, you tugged on his boxers. His cock sprung out, already hard and leaking. Then touched his shirt lightly, “Off.” You order, and he yanked his shirt over his head.

“Look at you Johnny..” you purr. “This worked up, all for little old me..?” That’s when you begin tugging your own clothes off, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

You yourself up to him, sinking down tantalizingly slow. He through his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling back in his head, “Good boy..” you praise, “Maybe your dick isn’t so useless after all.”

Then you start moving, hips rocking teasingly slow as his own thrust forward instinctively, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

You begin to pick up the pace, eliciting a pornographic moan from Johnny. He always had the sweetest noises You begin to bounce. He takes one of your tits in his hand, groping it.

”Can I cum inside.. please..?” He mewls, and all you can do is nod. He lets go, his sweet release painting your pussy white. It’s only a moment before he flips you over, fingers finding your hole, pumping the cum back inside.

“Gotta make sure none leaks out… you know I’ve been wantin’ a baby..” He drawls, his Tennessee accent making you melt. “Mhm..” you hum softly, “You still gonna let me do this when I’m all round n’ pregnant.”

“oh darlin’ we’ll be goin’ at it every night.. I can barely wait..”

Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.

You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.

Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.

It was a little past dinner when you called him.

The phone rings twice before he picks up.

“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.

“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.

You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”

“… My tummy feels weird.”

“What kinda weird baby?”

You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.

“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”

You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”

“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.

“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.

“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”

You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.

“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.

Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.

“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”

A blurb in which Grace and Rocky fall into the innate masculine desire of digging a gigantic hole in the sand while you and Adrian watch.

“Is digging large hole in ground part of human mating ritual?” Adrian asks as you both sit on the artificial beach watching Grace and Rocky hard at work on said giant hole in the sand. You think about that question for a bit before answering “I don’t know.”.

Adrian turns towards you, “So what is the purpose of Grace informing (name) on progress of hole if it is not some sort of display of worth?” they ask. “Your guess is as good as mine.” you shrug, “It’s just an innate desire that all human men have in them for some reason.” you remark as you watch said man and his rock companion continue with their meaningless task.

“Is digging a hole a mating thing on Erid?” you ask.

“Creating gifts and simulated nest making to show that eridian can provide for mate, yes. Creating large hole in ground, no.” Adrian answers as they turn back to look at Rocky coming up from the hole and using his two front legs to dig and his back leg to push the sand out of the way at the new spot. “Do not know why Rocky is doing this and also updating Adrian on progress.” they claim.

As if on cue, Grace looks up to both of you a little ways away and calls out “We’re making it wider!” with a big smile on his face. “Cool!” you call back in approval and watch them go back to their labor.

“Men are such fascinating creatures. You can spend years with them and never know what’s going on inside their brains and why they do half the things they do.” you remark, focusing on the way his muscles move and flex as he does his work. You stare for a while, admiring the show for a while only to hear Adrian letting out a long rumbling hum. A sound that you have learned is the hum of an Eridian basically checking someone out.

“Grace and Rocky look good digging hole.” their translator relays.

“you dick, i was telling you i was coming!”

“im glad you came.” he devilishly grins. “feel good?”

“yes but-“ you grumble, slightly groaning when his breath leaves your bundle of nerves. “you said youd eat my pussy, not abuse it.”

“never said i had to hear you.” he shrugs, licking his lips as he smirks.

can't stop imagining this stunt w dunn'sgf!reader who is upstairs in the fuckin' shower when she hears the rocket and bazooka go off thru the house. poor thing. you almost slip & bust your ass trying to get a towel around your body and rushing down the stairs, missing the last two, actually eating shit as you're rounding the corner to see what's going on.

once you see phil alive and well (were ape & phil ever really well with all the shit these kids were doing?) you continues on to hear "you're kinda like not hearin' what i'm sayin', i'm sayin' the carpet's melded." taking a deep breath, water dripping you study the men as ryan starts explaining that it was dico shooting the rocket so yelling at bam is pointless.

"probably scared this poor girl half to death." april gestures to you, your knee scraped and bleeding from your fall down the stairs. hair sticking down your back, eyes red from trying to get the soap out of it after, i dunno, an explosive tore through the house?

"jesus christ, what happened?" ryan steps forward to look at you, a shit eating grin growing across his face.

"busted my ass coming down the fucking stairs to check on april & phil, i didn't know what was happening." you pant out of breath, your eyebrows knit together as he cackles, pulling you into a hug.

bam & dico are doubled over, damn near tears. dickheads.

"c'mon let's go look at the damage." he drums his hands on your back ushering you back towards the stairs, "what were you gonna do? play hero?" he's shaking his head, climbing the stairs behind you.

"where do you think i learned that?" you quip at him.

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE!!

Need every single recommendation possible!! Feels like I’ve read everything 😭

pairing: johnny knoxville x afab!reader

vaguely proofread

tl/dr: SMUT, knoxville as per usual but like pre-famous, hot summer day, you walk down to the gas station and run into johnny, you’re both a little hot and bothered, literally and metaphorically. drinking/alcohol talk. psa if you couldn’t tell im not from tennesse.

word count: 1.4k

You were sitting on the couch listening to the news drone on about how this heat wave would bring in the hottest temperatures you’d seen in a decade as if it was a record to be excited about. Your air conditioning was on low to save a little money, so you weren’t exactly dripping sweat but you could feel air sitting heavy on your skin and your hair only adding to that discomfort. As much as you didn’t want to step foot outside you needed a cold drink and hopefully a hint of a breeze that came with a brisk walk. Your current attire was fine. Flip flops, shorts, and a tank top. The only thing missing was your hair up in a ponytail. you flipped your head forward and tied your hair up with the hairtie you always kept on your wrist. You made an audible sigh once it was secured, finally your neck could breathe. You grabbed the keys hanging on the small hook and tucked a few dollars in your pocket as you left.

It was a regular summer day in your neighborhood, kids playing in sprinklers and plastic pools, adult and old people sipping drinks on the porch and most of the people around your age were also on their way to the convenience store about now. Either to get drunk or they were too broke to pay for their own air conditioning. You were still deciding which you would get up to. Your sandals flip-flopped as you approached the door until you found yourself in a classically uncomfortable situation. There was a man who was approaching the door at the same pace; who would get there first. It was no surprise with his long strides that he reached the door first, it opened with the ring of a bell.

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JohnnyKnoxvilleXFem!Reader : 2.1k words

CW: smut! Unprotected PiV (please don’t guys, fun in theory not in practice), nicknames like “baby” and “sweetness,” references to breasts, reader is described as a woman, feminine pronouns used throughout

Synopsis: After Reader and Ryan Dunn have a one night stand, Dunn tells Reader he just wants to be friends. Johnny hears this, and decides he should be the one to pick up the pieces of her broken heart.

AN: okay! Little fic! Little smut! Reader refers to Johnny as PJ because I’ve noticed others do when they’re not in “jackass mode” so of course she would too. I don’t usually write smut but I fear I popped off a bit with this one.

The sun shines down on this hot, muggy Tuesday afternoon. Bam, Ryan, Jeff, and Johnny stand around with a few beers. They discuss the possible outcomes of the stunt they were about to partake in.

“So you’re really okay with branding a dick on your ass?” Jeff laughs, pointing to Bam, who lets out a deep sigh, shaking his head.

“No, I’m not o- fucking- kay with that,” Bam laughs, rubbing his forehead with one hand. “But it’ll be fucking funny, so let’s do it.”

The boys cheer as Bam agrees to the stunt. Hearing the laughter, you walk over from your trailer to the group of boys. Smiling, you greet them.

“What’re we over here laughing about?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest casually.

“Bam’s going to get a dick branded on his ass,” Jeff answers, still laughing. You look to Johnny, who nods his head in agreement, then Bam, who groans at the thought, and then to Ryan, who doesn’t seem to meet your gaze fully. Weird.

“Well thank god you didn’t ask me to do this one,” you laugh. “But I definitely want to see it happen.”

“Okay, let’s get everything in order and do it today,” Jeff says, clapping his hands and turning to walk away.

“Wait, today?!” Bam yells, running after Jeff, Johnny following behind them. “Oh come on, Bam Bam!” Johnny laughs.

You let your laughter die down as they run away. You then turn to Ryan, giving him a small smile. “So, your best friend is going to have a dick on his ass… You going to do the brand?” you ask.

“Depends what Jeff wants,” he shrugs, still not quite meeting your gaze. You quirk an eyebrow as he lets out a sigh, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“What are-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he starts. “I think we had a kickass night together the other night, but I’ve been ignoring you on purpose. I’m sorry, I should’ve just told you, but we’re just better as friends.”

Before you have time to respond or even really process what he said, he walks away. You stand there, eyes stinging slightly as tears threaten to spill.

“Bam is going to regret this stunt so badly,” Johnny laughs, making his way back to you. “Woah, what happened?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly, wiping your eyes quickly. “So who all is in this stunt?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Me, Bam, and Ryan,” Johnny answers. “But I’m just going to watch. Ryan is the one who actually is doing the branding.” You nod along in interest, but it’s clear your mind is drifting.

“Do you want to tag along and watch the stunt?” Johnny asks, trying to assess your reaction when you quickly shake your head no.

“I’m actually not feeling too well,” you sigh. “I might head back to the hotel and try to sleep off whatever is going on. See you later, PJ,” you wave to Johnny, turning and walking away before he can interject.

He watches you walk away, eyes squinted slightly in curiosity. He shrugs to himself lightly before jogging off to his trailer, getting prepared for the stunt of the day.

~Later that night~

The clock strikes 10 as you plop on the hotel bed, searching through the channels for something to watch, robe wrapped around your body after your shower. All the boys have been blowing up your phone today, asking where you’ve been, but you haven’t answered a single one yet.

Your cellphone rings, a familiar name popping up on the little screen. You sigh and flip it open, answering with a soft “hello.”

“I’m coming over,” Johnny says. “What’s your room number?”

“PJ, you don’t have to-“ you begin, but he cuts you off.

“Not what I asked,” he says. “What’s your room number?”

“503,” you answer. Before anything else is said, you hear a click on his end, him ending the call.

“Shit,” you breathe, looking around the hotel room. You quickly gather some of your things, trying to make the room look a little presentable. As you throw your suitcase into the hotel closet, a hard knock rings at your door. You open it to reveal Johnny standing there, still wearing his outfit from set. “No time to change?” you try to joke, but you can see his jaw clicked tight.

“It was Ryan, wasn’t it?” he asks, looking to your eyes. “Tell me you didn’t feel sick earlier. Tell me it was because of Ryan.”

“It was because of Ryan,” you confirm, nodding your head, eyes glued to his.

“Tell me it’s over between you two,” he says lowly, breathing a little heavier.

“It’s over between us,” you whisper.

That’s all Johnny needs to hear. He surges forward, hands grabbing the sides of your face, lips locking together. Your hands fly up to grab at his arms, pulling him back with me into the room, lips never disconnecting. Johnny kicks the door closed behind him, the sound echoing through the empty hotel hallway.

“God, he’s stupid,” Johnny mutters in between kisses, lips still touching with every word, noses smashed together. “Letting a sweet thing like you go just like, fucking dumbass…”

He backs you up to the bed, his hands moving from your face to your hips. He pulls back slightly to look you in the eyes.

“You are worth so much more than what that man gave you,” he breathes.

“Oh, I mean, it was just one night, no strings attached type of ordeal,” you try to justify.

“No no, listen to me,” he speaks, towering over you still. “He’s a dumbass, baby. Any man who lets you go is.”

“I don’t understand,” you shake your head. “If you feel this way, why are you only now telling me?”

“Because you were off limits,” he admits, rolling his eyes at the idea of that now. “When you joined the crew, Jeff said no playing footsy with the new girl. When you played footsy with one of us first, that rule went out the door. Dunn was just the lucky bastard who got to you first.”

You think back to all the times the boys flirted with you, and you thought it was all in good fun. Never did you imagine any of them were telling the truth. You smile to Johnny then.

“Well then,” you begin, hands pressed to his chest. “Guess you’re the lucky bastard who gets to finish with me, huh?”

Johnny let’s out a groan at your words, moving quickly to crouch in front of you, hands on the back of your thighs, and hoists you up onto the mattress.

“Baby, I ain’t ever gonna be done with you,” Johnny grins, southern accent peaking through in his lustful words.

You watch as Johnny crawls up on the bed, spreading your legs so he can settle between them, the robe falling open at the bottom. Johnny grins up at you, a wicked type of grin.

“Now, sweetness,” he drawls. “Did you know I was coming over? Or do you always hang out in nothing but a robe?”

You blush at his words, forgetting about the lack of clothing underneath the thick fabric. “I- well- I just got out of the shower,” you try to explain, a nervous giggle escaping your lips.

“Mhm,” he hums teasingly, lowering his body onto yours, lips grazing your neck as he dips in. “So I’m just a welcome surprise then?”

“Very welcome,” you groan out, eyes fluttering closed as he kisses your pulse point, teeth softly grazing the flesh. His hands grab at your hips again, this time grinding his hips down and pulling yours up.

“Tell me what you want,” Johnny mutters, voice thick with need.

“I want you, PJ,” you whimper, hands grabbing at the sheets as he grinds against you. “Need you…”

He leans back, looking down at you, smirking. “That’s what I like to hear,” he chuckles. His hands move off your hips, moving down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You set yourself up on your elbows to watch him shimmy out of his pants and shoes. Next goes his shirt, thrown somewhere in the room. As he reaches up to take off the cowboy hat Jeff had him wear for the brand stunt.

“Wait,” you reach out, grabbing his arm as his hand grabs the hat. “Leave it.”

Johnny gives a knowing smirk, leaning back down to you. “You little minx,” he teases, lips then locking on yours again. “Baby thinks she’s got a front row ticket to the rodeo.”

You let out a laugh against his lips at that. You push him over slightly, him falling back on the bed, facing up. His grin grows as you move to straddle his lap, robe falling open again.

“I’ll show you a rodeo,” you smile, untying the robe and letting it fall from your shoulders.

“Yeehaw,” Johnny says, hands grabbing at your hips again. You smile down to him, slowly grinding your bare core against his boxers. Now it’s his turn to let out a groan as his eyes roll back.

“Can I?” you ask, hand snaking down his torso to the top of his boxers. He hurriedly nods his head yes, pushing his hips up. You quickly move up as well, sliding his boxers down his legs.

“Wow,” you breathe, watching his cock bounce to his stomach. You grin, reaching a hand and gently stroking him. He lets out a whiny moan.

“Please, sweetness,” he begs. “Don’t tease me.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” you smile, positioning yourself on top of him. The world stops as you sink into his length, inch by inch. You both let out a collective moan as you settle at the bottom, completely filled to the brim.

“Fuck me,” Johnny breathes, hands gripping your hips so tight he’s worried he’ll leave bruises.

He reaches a hand up, taking the cowboy hat off his head and putting it on yours. He smiles up to you.

“Giddyup, cowgirl,” he grins, moving your hips for you slightly.

You place your hands on his chest for leverage as you begin moving your hips, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you throw your head back. You move faster, harder, longer than before. Johnny groans from underneath you.

“God, look at you,” he moans, hands sliding up to grab at your breasts as they sway with each bounce. “So perfect for me.”

The room is filled with praises from Johnny mixed with the moans and whimpers of the both of you.

“PJ, I’m so close,” you manage to squeak out.

“I know, sweetness, can feel it,” he breathes. “Squeezin’ the hell out of me…”

As your eyes roll back, mouth dropping into the familiar “o” shape, Johnny's excitement grows. He bucks his hips up against yours with fervor as your legs start to buckle.

“That’s it,” he grits out. “That’s fuckin’ it. Just like that, baby, fuck!” Johnny lets out a yell as he meets his high right in the middle of yours.

You collapse on top of him, chests heaving as you both try to gain some semblance of breath. He wraps his arms around your back tightly, holding onto you like you’ll disappear.

Once you both catch your breaths, he carefully pulls out of you, wincing at the contact.

“Now that is my kind of rodeo,” Johnny chuckles, earning a weak laugh from you as well. The two of you stay laying just like that for what seems like an eternity, talking about nonsense, as Johnny gently plays with your hair.

“I can’t believe Dunn saw that face, and didn’t want to see it again and again,” Johnny chuckles.

“Well, if you’re referring to the face, it’s because he didn’t see it,” you confess. That makes Johnny sit you both up, looking to you like you just told him he was getting branded next.

“Dunn didn’t make you finish?” Johnny asks, voice almost cracking with disbelief. You shake your head no, and he lets out a laugh. “Oh I am so telling the others Dunn can’t make a woman cum.”

You hide your face in your hands as you laugh at Johnny's words. “Please don’t,” you giggle.

“Fine, I won’t,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands and peeling them from your face. “But I’m going to make you cum over and over until you can’t anymore, hope you know that.”

You bite your lip at his words, then leaning forward to steal a kiss. “Promise?” you ask, a cheeky grin on your lips. He then grabs your legs unexpectedly, hoisting them up in the air as you fall to your back, pressing his groin against your wet heat again. You can already feel him growing hard again.