Nona

Y/N was sad. Sad and too fucking horny.

Johnny was gone; well, technically he was away filming the Gumball Rally 3000 with some of the other Jackass guys in Europe. She would’ve gone too, but she had work.

Now she's lying at home on what should’ve been their shared bed. Only every time she looked at the left side of the bed, she was left with an empty reminder that he wasn’t here.

She never considered herself a clingy girlfriend; she’d been with Johnny for over two years and never once felt the way she did right now.

With a huff she grabbed his pillow and pulled it closer, wrapping her arms around herself as she leaned in to breathe in his scent. She was already wearing one of his shirts, but it wasn’t enough.

The dampness had already soaked her panties through. Her hand moved down, crying out as her finger started stroking against her clit through the fabric.

She pushed her panties to one side this time, circling her bare clit as her other hand moved to grip her boob. 

It wasn’t enough. 

Gripping the pillow harder, she desperately tried to find relief, but nothing worked. Then she paused in her movements, pulling the pillow away from her to stare at it.

‘I shouldn't,' she thought, ‘maybe just a little.’

The bed creaked as she shifted, placing the pillow on the bed before straddling it. She took a breath and did an experimental roll of her hips.

Her moans echoed through the bedroom; it felt so much better than her hands. She continued to roll her hips quickly, finding her rhythm as her breath grew heavier.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned out, lifting herself up slightly to pull her panties off before settling back down on the pillow, pushing down harder against the plush fabric. 

She could feel as the pillow dampened from her wetness, blushing as she made a mental note to wash the pillow before Johnny came home.

Unbeknownst to her downstairs, the front door creaked open, followed by the sound of feet moving quickly up the stairs. She didn’t hear anything above her own moans and whines.

Her hips rolled faster and faster as she neared her peak. “Please… PJ…”

"Well, ain’t this a welcome party,” a voice drawled from the door, causing Y/N to shriek and freeze her movements.

Looking towards the door, she relaxed when she saw Johnny standing there, still dressed in his biker jacket and holding a duffle bag. His eyes were focused on her, a pleased smiled set on his face.

Dropping the bag to the ground, he shrugged off his jacket and approached the bed. “Don’t stop on my account, princess; keep going.”

Her eyes were locked on his as she slowly started moving again. Her mouth hung opened as the pleasure hit her once more, this time even stronger. 

Johnny smiled wide, moving away from the bed. He grabbed her vanity table’s chair and moved it in front of the bed so he could watch her. His hand moved to rub at his jean-covered crotch.

“When did you get back?” She asked him, rocking slowly slightly. "About three hours ago", he smirked. “Came home as soon as I could; gotta say, glad I did.”

Y/N felt a little upset he wasn’t coming to her. “Will you touch me?”

“Nah,” Johnny said with a shrug, his hands moving to unbuckle his belt. “Think I’d rather watch.”

She pouted but continued to grind against the pillow, her eyes trailing down as he pulled his cock from his jeans. His hand glided up and down his length, his own eyes focused on Y/N.

The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and moans, each of them watching the other. Somehow Y/N felt more connected to him than ever had before, even without touching each other.

“I think I’m going to cum.” She whined out as that familiar feeling washed over her.

“Not yet,” Johnny spoke firmly as he pumped faster. “We’re doing this together.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip hard as she tried to slow her movements, but she struggled, already teetering on the edge of climax. "Please... Please, PJ…”

“Just hold on", he hissed, “I’m almost there.”

Her eyes were pleading, full of desperation as she groaned out, “Can you touch me?”

“No.”

"Please…" She begged, her body rocking against the pillow even more desperately. 

"Fine, I’ll touch you,” she sagged in relief, "but only after we finish here.”

She whined but started to rock herself harder. “But I’m waiting for you!”

Instead of speaking, Johnny groaned, his hand stuttered in its strokes moving up and down his length, and he felt his end coming. His eyes focused on Y/N, on the roll of her hips and the way her neck tensed as she threw her head back. “I can’t hold it anymore!” She cried, the coil wound tight.

His head arched back like hers. "Don't…fuck, I’m right there, princess.” 

The two cried out as they both hit their peaks almost simultaneously, Johnny’s hips jutting slightly as he came over his fist. Y/N collapsed on the bed, her thighs still straddling the pillow.

She let out little noises, and she tried to catch her breath, hearing movement behind her from Johnny moving to clean himself up. Moments later she felt arms around her, pulling her up. 

Flipping her over, Johnny laid her in his lap as he smiled softly at her. “There you are; missed you, darlin'."

“Missed you too." Y/N smiled up at him, letting him lean down and kiss her gently.

Johnny didn’t consider himself a pathetic man, at least not unless it came to Y/N. 

They’d been working with Jackass since the start of the show as head of the prop department. Almost six years, six years of wanting them without being able to tell them.

This would explain his current struggle of sharing a room with them on Jackass’ latest trip. He remembers the way Jeff smiled at him when they confirmed the sleeping arrangements together. 

Now here he was lying stiffly on his bed trying not to stare too hard as Y/N unpacked their suitcase next to their own bed.

“Johnny!” Y/N suddenly called out, causing him to snap from his thoughts as they laughed. “I’ve been saying your name for like a whole minute. I’m gonna head down and check out the pool. Wanna come?”

“I’m good." He tried to make sure his voice didn’t crack too much; the last thing he needed was watching them dripping with water. “I’ll probably have a nap.”

“Suit yourself." They shrugged before grabbing a bag and walking out the room, leaving Johnny alone.

He lay still there for a moment. “Fuck…”

So many years, and for some reason he still couldn’t admit how he felt about them. He stretched uncomfortably when he realised a small tent had formed in his jeans.

Without thinking, his hand moved to the buckle of his belt, kicking off his jeans as he pulled himself free. When his hands carefully gripped around his cock, letting out a strangled moan as he started to move up and down its shaft.

His free hand moved to cover his face as he groaned. He shouldn’t be doing this not to them, but god, he couldn’t help himself.

Johnny tried to move faster to think of someone else, anyone else, but his mind always drifted back to them. Their eyes, their smile, god, even their smell was all he could think about.

As he continued his movements, his eye flickered over to Y/N’s bed and froze. Focusing on the pillow, an idea came to his mind, a terrible idea.

Still, he reached across and grabbed the pillow; holding it to his nose, he sighed as he inhaled their scent. “Fuck.”

The bed made several small creaks as he moved, propping the pillow onto the centre of the bed. Moving to lie face down, he angled him with his arms.

“God, I’m going to hell,” he murmured before slowly thrusting forward, groaning at the feeling. 

His mind thought back to Y/N, picturing how they looked right now, body and hair wet from the water, their swimsuit damply clinging to their body. 

Another strangled groan escaped him as he thrust again and again. Soon he found a rhythm humping against his temporary roommate's pillow. His right hand remained on his cock, guiding it to push down against the fabric for the most amount of friction.

The other hand clung to the bedding as he thrusted harder and faster, moaning as he moved back and forth.

“Y/N…” he groaned out. “Fuck… feels so good."

He wondered what would happen if they walked in; they’d probably scream or run to Jeff and ask to switch rooms. Yet, there was always the possibility that maybe they wouldn’t.

Maybe Y/N would come in still damp from the pool and freeze at first watching Johnny hump against their pillow. Then they’d come over, brush their hand over his hair and gently guide him through his pleasure.

Another pathetic groan escaped his mouth at the thought. In this moment he would abandon the small amount of shame he had and literally get down on his knees just to feel their touch.

Still, he thrusted, knowing that for the time being the pillow with Y/N’s intoxicating scent would have to make do. 

“Oh shit…” He buried his face into the top of the pillow; his thrust became stuttered as he neared his climax. “Smells so good, baby… just like you…”

Moments later he gave out a long whine as he came, small spurts of cum decorating the pillow before he collapsed to one side. 

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he turned to look back at the pillow, now stained with his spend. There was no way you could keep that pillow.

Tucking himself back into his boxers, he stood. Looking around the room, he was grateful when he opened the wardrobe and spotted a spare pillow on the top shelf.

Grabbing the now-soiled pillow, he switched them out before placing the new untainted pillow onto Y/N’s bed. Then he moved to the bathroom to take a quick shower. 

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It was pretty apparent that Johnny had a thing for electricity. He always carried a taser and had shocked himself so many times that most things had to be on maximum strength to actually get a reaction.

After seeing the guys be shocked again and again, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what it actually felt like. She sometimes wondered if the guys were just being dramatic; surely it wasn’t actually as bad as they made it out to be.

So one day while she was visiting the set, she turned to look at Johnny, who was quietly eating his lunch opposite her. “What does it feel like?”

Johnny kept eating as he responded, “What does what feel like?”

She gestured to where he kept his taser. “Getting tased – is it really that bad?”

He paused his movement before setting his fork down onto his plate with a small thunk. “Now why the fuck do you want to know that?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N shrugged. “I just… All the guys seem to make it a big deal, but you barely flinch.”

“Yeah well, I’ve shocked myself enough that nerves are probably fried,” he reasoned. “It’s kinda hard to explain; it’s different for everyone.”

Y/N didn’t respond; instead, she looked off in thought, her eyes noticing Bam and Ryan off in the corner playing some sort of game that seemed to just be an excuse to punch each other in the dick.

Just as Johnny took a sip of his water, she turned her head back towards him. “What if you shocked me?”

Johnny coughed violently, spluttering a small drop of water across the table. He rubbed his mouth against the sleeve of his jacket. “Jesus Christ, Y/N.”

“Oh come on!” She argued back, “You tase the guys all the time; what’s the difference?"

“The difference is that I’m not in a relationship with those guys!” He hissed back while rubbing his eyes.

“Oh really? Well, you shouldn’t tell Steve O that; you’d break his heart.” Y/ N snarked back without much bite, “I’m serious; just put it on the lowest setting or something.”

Johnny made a face, showing he was actually thinking about it, so Y/N grabbed his hand. “Come on, just this one time, promise.”

A few minutes later, he had Y/N braced against a wall with his taser held in his slightly shaking hands. As much as he tried not to be, he couldn’t help being nervous; after all, this was the girl he loved.

Y/N was also a little nervous, but she had asked for it. “It’s okay, baby; I’m ready.”

He let out a small huff before turning the taser on. “Okay, here we go.”

A moment later Y/N let out a sharp breath when the taser hit her in the stomach. Since it was on the lowest setting, it wasn't that painful, but it certainly felt… strange.

Her muscles had contracted under the electric stimulation, the sensation rippling through her body. It didn’t last long since Johnny pulled the taser away almost immediately. 

Suddenly she felt awkward, not because of what had happened but because after the electricity, a feeling came through her. The initial pain faded and a euphoric sensation filled her body. 

She felt a certain wetness pool in her panties and realised with a furious blush that she was aroused. ‘Oh… shit.'

Unfortunately, Johnny had been with her long enough to recognise the face she was making and froze in front of her, the taser lying limply in his hand. 

“Y/N…”

“No,” she interrupted him and started to move around him, “Don’t say anything, it’s weird, let’s not—"

“Well now, hold a second,” Johnny reached and grabbed her arm before she could walk away. “I didn’t say anything like that.”

Then she paused and looked at him. “Holy shit, you…”

It was Johnny’s turn to be embarrassed; still, Y/N continued but didn’t have the heart to say it properly out loud, “You’re… too?”

"Well, I don’t know!” He started to get defensive, “I mean, obviously I don’t feel this way when I tase the guy, but you…”

Johnny trailed off before he finished, and Y/N was hopeful this would be the most awkward moment of their relationship. So she stepped forward and wrapped her arm around him.

“It’s fine, baby." She gently kissed him. “Let’s just forget this ever happened, okay?”

He breathed out a long sigh before smiling at her gently. “Okay, darlin'."

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It had been a week since what Y/N had decided to call ‘the taser incident’, and she and Johnny had kept to their promise of never discussing it again. Or so she thought.

Johnny had come back home from set; it was the last shoot of the week, so she was looking forward to spending more time with him over his three days off from shooting. 

She was sitting on the couch watching some TV, dressed in an oversized shirt and some sleep shorts, when he came in holding a small box in his hand. 

“Hey baby,” Y/N greeted with a bright smile before leaning up to kiss him as he approached her. 

"How are you doing, darling?” He said to her after he pulled away from her lips; he seemed nervous.

Her smile fell as she looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

Johnny just placed the box into her hands. Y/N looked at the box, then back up at him. “Johnny, what is this?”

“Just open it.” Was all he said. Y/N did what she did whenever Johnny gave her something and slowly opened the box, fully prepared to throw it away if something tried to jump out.

Instead, when she finally removed the lid, she stared at the contents for a moment before looking back at Johnny in stunned silence. 

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, uh, I may have borrowed this from the set, so it’s just this one time, only if you want to.”

“PJ…” she muttered as she looked back down in the box. There was only one thing in the box, something that Y/N instantly recognised as a collar, except it had an extra detail. On the side was a black box with two metallic prongs poking out the side.

Johnny had brought home a shock collar.

“This was a bad idea, wasn’t it?” He asked as she pulled the collar out of the box. “We can just forget about it; I just thought…”

A raised hand silenced him. “Now hold on, I never said it was a bad idea.”

His face slowly shifted from unsure to a small smirk. “Really?”

"Honestly", she took a breath before answering, “I’m surprised that you actually want this too.” Now the smirk was fully realised as Johnny leaned down over her. “Too?”

Y/N swats at him. “Shut up…Just put it on me.”

A moment later the distinct click of the collar’s latch echoed through the room. Y/N moved her neck slightly, checking how the collar felt.

“You okay?” Johnny asked her gently, his hand rubbing the collar slightly.

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s not too tight.” His hand withdrew from her neck to cup her face so she would look at him. “Safe word?”  

“Oklahoma.” He smiled widely. “Good girl.”

Next thing she knew, Johnny’s lips crashed into hers with the same passionate energy he always gave. She responded eagerly, humming against his lips as her hands moved up to his hair. 

At the same time his hands had moved to the small of her back so he could pull her up off the couch. Nibbling gently at the bottom of her lip, he smiled as she gasped before deepening the kiss further by sliding his tongue in. 

They moved as one, somehow managing to climb the stairs without pausing their heated make-out before slamming the bedroom door open.

Johnny pulled away from her, his pupils blown wide. “Knees.” Y/N didn’t move; she wanted to test the waters, see if he was serious about what he had planned. 

His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black remote. The sensation was immediate; the muscles in her face twitched slightly as the electricity zapped her through the collar. She loved it.

She dropped to her knees as the shocks subsided. Johnny used his free hand to grip her face and lift it up to face him. “That’s better.”

When he pulled his hand away, Y/N watched through hooded eyes as he unbuckled his belt one-handed. Moments later his jeans dropped to the ground, followed shortly by his briefs.

“You know what to do, darlin'," he said expectantly as his cock hung in the air.

She took a moment to admire him, which was the wrong move when another sharp shock spread through her body. The hand returned this time, wrapping into her hair and pulling her forward.

"You're really testing me today.” His voice was sharp as he hissed with clenched teeth. 

Obediently, Y/N spread her lips apart and started to gently lick down his shaft before taking him into her mouth. The groans from Johnny encouraged her to go further, taking more of his length.

Johnny’s hand tightened and started to move gently, guiding her back and mouth onto his cock. “Fuck, you are so good, baby,” he groaned as his pace quickened. 

Of course, Y/N couldn’t verbally respond to the praise, but she managed to hum happily against his length, sending vibrations that caused his head to fly back. 

“Shit, you have to stop,” he gritted out, “otherwise this is going to be very short-lived.”

Y/N slowly slid off him, making sure to tighten her lips near the tip to create a little pop. 

They moved again, Johnny lifting her into his arms so he could drag her over to the bed, bending her over the end so her ass stuck up. Y/N wiggled her butt at him with a laugh.

Another shock rippled through her body. “What was that for?”

"Being a fucking tease.” Was all he said before yanking her shorts down and slapping her on the ass.

Y/N gasped as the air hit the currently drenched pussy. After this long with Johnny, her body moved like second nature, already moving her legs apart to present. 

A moment later, Y/N shuddered as a rough hand slowly rubbed against her thigh before finding its way to her mound, cupping it as he carefully dipped a finger in. 

She tried to rub against it but just earned another shock; this time her body shuddered for almost five seconds. Johnny leaned in close.

"Are you doing okay?” When she gave a nod as confirmation, he smirked. “Good, because with the way you’re acting, I think you’ll be getting more shocks tonight.”

“Promise?” She asked with a pleased hum, which transformed into a whine as she was shocked once more.

Her body jerked as he slapped her on the ass once more before withdrawing his hand from her entrance. “Watch it.”

Laying her cheek flat against the bed she whines,bed, “I’m sorry… I'll be a good girl.”

She moaned as his hand returned, pushing her finger in as his thumb began to circle her cunt. Johnny didn’t speak; instead, he concentrated on his rhythm, pushing in and out of her at a steady pace.

Y/N knew she wasn’t allowed to move during this moment, but that didn’t stop her body from trembling under his ministrations. With a moan, she turned her head and buried her head into the duvet, muffling the sounds.

Electricity flooded her body as Johnny pushed harder into her. “No, darlin', I gotta hear you.”

“Baby…” she moaned out, struggling to lift her head. “I’m going to… I’m going to"

“Go ahead, darlin', cum all over my hand.” Johnny leant over her, his mouth closer enough that she felt his breath against her ear.

The coil inside her snapped. A second later, Y/N’s back arched as she collapsed against the bed. Her ears buzzed as she heard Johnny guiding her through her orgasm. 

“There you go, darlin'," he moaned into her ear as he thrust his fingers inside her a few more times before pulling out.

He tapped her butt, ushering her to move further on to the bed, but she didn’t move. She was trying to catch her breath when Johnny placed his hand in front of her, showing how he was holding the remote.

Watching through hooded eyes, Y/N saw as he pressed the little button before clenching her eyes shut as the electricity moved through her body. Rather than in pain, she felt more energised, allowing her to shuffle forward and turn so her back was lying flat on the bed.

“Take off the shirt," Johnny said as he peeled off his own graphic tee.

The hem almost tore with how aggressively she ripped the oversized shirt over her head, leaving her completely exposed to his dark gaze. As soon as she threw fabric away, Johnny was on her, kissing her deeply.

Y/N’s head was pushed down into the pillow as he engulfed her, letting out small noises whenever he bit down on her lips in between kisses.

Breaking from the kiss, Johnny gently stroked her now swollen lips with his thumb; with his other hand, she felt him rubbing his head against her entrance. 

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked her, looking into her eyes for reassurance. 

She pulled him for another kiss before pulling away. "Please, PJ…”

Slowly he slid in, making sure she was comfortable. Y/N let out a long groan with each push. Once he was fully settled, he pulled his hand away from her face, reaching to the side of the bed. White spots appeared in her vision as the current flowed from the collar; in that same moment, Johnny began to thrust. His hips pushed forward like second nature, so familiar with her body that he knew exactly where to hit every time.

Tears pooled in her eyes as the pleasure overwhelmed her; she was still coming down from her last orgasm, but another was quickly building. Johnny smirked proudly, looking down at her like she was his art. "Y/N, you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he groaned out. “Show me how much you want this.”

Finally, she’d been given permission to respond back, something she instantly took advantage of. Lifting her hip from the bed, she tried to match his pace. 

“That’s it, you’re doing so good." She preened under his encouragement, moving to wrap her hands back in his hair.

Johnny’s thrusts went more erratic as he teetered on the edge of his climax; he tried to hold on, but she felt so good.

Y/N was also close; she could feel how the cord inside her was wound tightly, ready to spring. So, she pulled him closer and whispered, “One more time.” Immediately he understood what she meant and looked at her deeply. “You sure, baby?”

“I’m sure.” A moment later, Y/N hit her climax as the collar shocked her one final time, almost screaming as she hit her peak.

Above her, Johnny’s thrusts stuttered as her walls clamped down on his cock. “Fuck!”

As he rode out his own climax, Y/N let out a pleased hum as she felt his cum flood inside her. He collapsed once he finally came down from the high. 

For a moment the room was silent, filled only with the breathing of the two, and they clung to each other, sweaty, spent and satisfied. 

It didn’t last forever, and soon Johnny rolled to one side before standing. Y/N hissed slightly as his hand curled around her neck and undid the collar’s latch.

There wasn’t any pain, but it felt strange to lose the weight of it. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” she heard him say as he disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth a minute later. 

Y/N spread her shaky legs to allow him to gently wipe at her sensitive area, wiping away the stickiness. Once he was done, he joined her back on the bed, manoeuvring the both of them until they were under the covers.

“Johnny…” she tried to say but was shushed. "Johnny, it’s only three in the afternoon.”

He just pulled her closer. “Shush, let’s just nap.”

Despite her protests, she melted into his touch, quietly enjoying his presence and breathing in his scent. The comfortable silence was broken when she spoke up. “Do you really have to give it back?”