#jackass x reader

he was such a tease. it was almost like he didn't know how to knock it off, how to give in. you'd been sat on his lap for an hour now, wiggling and writhing over the bulge in his jeans- all the while he's casually clicking through footage from the day, one hand rested on your hip, ignoring you.

your whines and sighs of discontent grow in frequency, but he continues tapping away on the dusty keyboard. feeling defeated, you slump back against his chest with a huff, letting your eyes scan the walls of the stuffy office in an attempt to distract yourself.

"pj," you drawl out the whine of his name.

"hmm?"

his eyes don't even leave the screen, a stunt bam had done that day looping over and over- grainy and pixelated.

"pj, 'm gonna go grab a coffee, d'ya want anything?"

the hand against your hip gives a squeeze, "no."

"mmkay," you go to move from his lap but his grip tightens, anchoring you in your place.

"johnny?"

finally meeting your eyes with his own, just long enough to shoot you down with a stern look, he thrusts his hips slightly up against yours, "i meant, no, you're not going."

you scoff, eyes rolling with an incredulous look strewn his way before you make another attempt to stand- met with the same secure grip, arm sliding around your waist to keep you in place.

you weren't just sexually frustrated anymore, you were bored. you knew he could keep this up forever with minimal effort, that he'd let you keep his lap warm but nothing more- and it was fun for him.

fun to watch you struggle, the sweat start to bead on your forehead, growing more and more antsy in his lap, every wiggle making his bulge grow firmer. you could feel that your attempts were having an effect, but he paid no attention to you or it.

when a knock rattles the door you're almost excited, grateful for some entertainment when bam enters- before he shoots you an arrogant look, like he can tell you aren't getting your way and it humored him.

"how's it looking?"

"good! yeah, real funny stuff," he spins you both in the office chair to face the dark haired shithead rather than the computer screen, "only took four tries, but i think if we compiled some of the footage from each into the final-"

a loud groan leaves your lip, cutting him off. a heavy hand smacks the side of your thigh in warning, making you yelp, "brat."

"man, what crawled up your ass," bam laughs at the sour look on your face, "clearly not johnny."

while they're busy wheezing, your pushing and struggling against johnny's hold, because if he wasn't gonna fuck you- or at least acknowledge your existence, you wanted to go do something.

but his vices grip around your waist made any attempt at escape futile, and you simply sunk back into him- offering bam a small wave as he left.

"you're a little shit, y'know that?" his hand, the one not keeping you melded against his chest, finds solace between your thighs- finding your clit with ease a pinching harshly through the thin fabric of your underwear, drawing a whiny yip from your throat.

your own hand shoots down to grasp his wrist, twisting as much as you could to peer pleadingly into his eyes.

"been acting like a baby all day, for what?" he released your bud from between his fingers, immediately working over it in tight circles, "need to get off that bad?"

your cheek is pressed into his shoulder behind you, head bobbing erratically in a nod, "so bad, pj."

his head lulls teasingly in mock-contemplation before his hand pulls away from you and he releases his hold on your waist, "alright," using one hand to urge you into a standing position.

you do, turning to face him, excitement apparent on your face- finally.

an impatient nod, "strip."

you glance behind you at the door, the unlocked door, and he tsks at your non-instant compliance, goading you to turn around and ignore it.

"clothes," a finger pointed, waving over your body, "off, now."

you make quick work of undressing, pulling your shirt over your head, short skirt hitting the floor around your ankles- panties following suit. he just looks, eyes trailing over your naked body stood before him with a sadistic grin.

he pulls you closer with one hand, and once more you look over your shoulder to the door as footsteps come and go past his office, and he gently presses your cheek until your facing him again. focused now on the attention you fought to receive, your hands reach for his belt buckle- "nuh-uh."

his large hand catches both of your wrists in his grasp, "sit."

you go to straddle his hips and he stops you, manhandling you over one of his denim-clad thighs. your brows pinch tightly together, what was his motive? at the confused look on your face, he smiles and grabs your hips, forcefully rocking your bare heat against the muscle.

"johnny-" it comes out whinier than you expected, you shake your head, cutting yourself off. he was such an asshole when he wanted to be, such a tease.

"babydoll," he mocks your simpering tone, patting your hip encouragingly.

"c'mon, pj," you'd been waiting all day; all through sitting and watching him film shirtless and glowing with sweat, the ride back to the office- his hand rested on your inner thigh so close to brushing where you needed with every bump, and the two long hours he'd spent skimming footage.

why couldn't he ever just play nice.

he removes his hands from your hips, and you think he's going to give in- maybe feel bad and pull his cock out like he knew you wanted.

but no, this man was a sadist at heart, and instead of moving to unzip his jeans, he clasps his hands behind his head and leans back in the rolling chair- content to watch you suffer.

"you're a big girl," he smiles, though there's no warmth behind it like usual, "do it yourself."

you splutter out some garbled version of a plea and he simply nudges into your cunt with his knee from below, raising his eyebrows in a show of his impatience and unwillingness to let up.

your face falters, burning hot with a sick mixture of embarrassment and arousal, and you slowly begin to rock against him.

it feels good, not enough- not what you wanted, but its enough to keep you moving back and forth, oozing against his thigh forming a damp, darkened spot. he uses one hand to spread you open against him before returning to his laxed position, your clit making direct contact with the jean material forces a groan from you.

"atta girl, doin' so well for me," his grin is perverted, eyes hooded and heavy, and you can see his cock twitch beneath his zipper- but he makes no move to soothe it, completely in control, and it pisses you off more.

"johnny-"

"no, keep going."

"please, pj, jus-"

he presses a finger over your lips, hushing you and you groan in response to his action and also as a result of your humping against him. your words are muffled and mumbled, still begging for him to give in, but never stopping your moments.

he sighs, using his thumb to pull your bottom lip down, admiring your teeth gritted in pleasure. he forces them to part, damp breaths wetting the tip of his thumb, and pushes two of his digits deep into your mouth.

your lips instinctively close around them, almost forgetting you were complaining in the first place as the coil in your belly tightens.

"figured that'd shut you up, help you focus," his chuckle is demeaning in the hottest way, his fingers prod and poke at your tongue, pushing further back every once in a while to hear you gag around them.

droll spills from the corners of your mouth, slicking his palm and he allows a choked grunt of satisfaction to fall from his lips. you looked absolutely whorish, and sinful, and heavenly all at once. like a sick, perverted, desperate little angel getting yourself off against his leg.

your eyes roll back a bit and he pushes his knee up into you as a warning, "didn't say you could cum yet." he knows you too well, inside and out, every cue to your orgasm would be sniffed out far too early for it to sneak by him.

you whine, it's a pathetic sound- as if you were about to cry. all he responds with is a laugh, another bounce of his leg up against you that makes you yelp, and stern eyes that tell you he's serious despite his laugh.

you're so close it hurts to hold it back, the small wet patch below you from before was now sickeningly wet and sticky against you, the friction hitting a sweet spot between painfully overstimulating and utterly sweet pleasure.

when you're hips become jerky and slow, his fingers fall from your mouth and he grabs your hips tightly, blunt nails indenting the skin there, and smooths out your motions- pushing you harder against him. he knows your close, he still tells you 'not yet' as he uses all his power to make it as hard as possible to hold off.

"y'wanna cum darl'?"

you nod fervently, whines turning to desperate cries- real cries, with tears flooding your cheeks.

"beg." his tone is mean, but you can hear how turned on he is, you can see it when the eyes of your beyond fucked out face finally open to meet his and see that the black of his pupils has swallowed the brown of his irises.

he's steadily bouncing his thigh up against you now, eyeing you and waiting for a response- he can see you working out how to speak in your delirious state, and he pats your thigh to bring you back.

it comes out in a garbled mess of words, "please, pj, need to cum- waited all day, can't wait any- need it, please."

he lets you sit in waiting, lets you continue begging with your eyes when words fail you, lets your hips become jittery against him- he waits, he draws it out for a few moments before finally,

"okay," and that's all he gives you, because its all he can as he makes a mess of his boxers below you watching your blissed out face. your hips still against him as you finish, sweat beading your hairline, falling forward and sagging against his chest. your chest heaves, sharp pants leaving you, and the weight of johnny's arms wrapping around you helps bring you down from the high.

his own chest rises and falls heavily as he cradles you and you know he came too, you can feel it in the shake of his palms that sweep over your naked back.

"love you, pj," relief floods your voice, your slick cooling against his leg and between your thighs a somewhat comforting and anchoring feeling- like the slow glide of his hand and dampness below you were the only things keeping you from floating away.

"oh, i love you more doll," he presses a sweet kiss to your hairline, eyes fluttering closed peacefully.

you stay there for a moment, wrapped up in each other and the warm sun beaming through the window. you swear you'd never pull away, until a pounding against the door rips you both out of the sweetness.

"you guys done in there?" it's bam, who'd been impatiently waiting to see the stunt footage, "fucking loud as hell- you know this counts as public right?"

a hacky-sack flies past your head and thuds against the door, johnny telling him to fuck off as he gathers your clothes from the floor and pulls them back over your body- never letting you leave his lap in the process.

“ Jeff, trust me, it is a good idea. ”

Raising an eyebrow, he didn’t really look like he was agreeing with you on this.

The shooting of the second film had been in full swing for several weeks now, but the team was always open to new proposals, even if these shots would not end up in the film; you and the guys assumed that the more ideas there were, the better it would be.

It goes without saying that you often had good concepts to offer the team, and this one, you were convinced that it was one of your best: visually engaging, quite disgusting, and with a touch of homage to cinema, an almost perfect combo that you were trying to sell to Tremaine.

“ Well, I don’t know if Knoxville is the one for this stunt. ” “he said, eyes on the screen, watching rushes from the last shoot. The day ended after a near-flawless shoot (meaning no one went to the hospital), and the evening was often spent sorting out the rushes before the crew met up at the local bar for drinks.

“ I think it could be cool as fuck, at least for the movie. “ You sighed, trying to find a way to convince your friend.

You knew you were going to get there eventually; you just needed to know how.

“ Hey, what’s going on with you too ”. You and Jeff turned around; Bam was coming near you, beer in hand, his first part of the day over, and he was ready to start the second part.

“ They were presenting me with their new stunt idea, ” Jeff replied casually, but the arrival of Bam was a golden opportunity to get your idea approved.

Mentally rubbing your hands in the face of this change, you came one step closer to Bam.

“ I want to do the Carrie scene on Johnny,” You answered confidently. And Bam paused for a moment to reflect on what he had just heard.

“ Wait, really? ”

“ Absolutely. “

There was a little moment of hesitation between the three of you.

“ That’s a fucking good idea! ” he exclaimed, and added, “ You’re a fucking genius, you know that. " And he turned to Jeff, " We must do it, and on Johnny it will be fucking hilarious ".

He laughed and nudged Jeff to raise his head off the screen.

“ C'mon, bro! ” Your friend said, and Jeff finally smiled.

“ Ok, we will do it, but no one says that I gave you the green light, “ Bam said, and you sniggered; of course you would make sure to keep this idea as a surprise.

Your plan was going to work, thanks to the skater’s almost miraculous intervention.

“ And trust me, blood always looks good on camera, ” You said, trying to be convincing in your words. Since, to be completely exact, you weren’t really thinking about the execution of the stunt but rather about its result: Knoxville covered in hemoglobin, and since this exact idea

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The relationship between you and Knoxville is somewhat.. tumultuous, to say the least. Some will say it was a cat-and-mouse game waiting for one to be caught,, others will say you are just friends. No one could have ignored the tension between you two when you were less than 5 meters away from each other. However, neither of you did anything; the golden rule was the same for everyone: do no fuck with anyone on the team.

It was becoming difficult for you to ignore the attraction to this cursed charmer named Knoxville and his arrogant smile; everything about him told you to hit him, to push him away, and still, you were here.

Somehow, everything became clearer from the shooting of the single "Anaconda Ball Pit" and seeing Johnny obviously injured.

But rather than worrying about his bloodied arm, you kept rewinding that scene in your head like a madman: how his blood flooded like red threats all over his forearm, how he still looked so sure of himself after being bitten by that snake, how you felt a warm rush through your core. Yes, after that everything changed, at least, for you.

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Your idea went well: Knoxville looked like a mess.

A whole. Bloody. Mess.

No one knew how to react first, cos the guy didn’t make a sound or say a word for a few seconds. Tension was high between the guys, him and you.

If you must admit something, it could be that seeing him like that is worse for you than anticipated.

He was drenched, head to shoulders in pig’s blood; red drops still falling from the bucket he was under, making red spots on his clothes and on the floor.

The thick liquid was running down, first from his forehead, sliding down his nose to his chin; you couldn’t miss his lips tainted with red. It’s true, you wanted them for you alone. It was slipping through his chest, his shoulders, his arms began to take that same crimson color; the same fluid that flowed in his veins was now flowing past him over his skin, following the same patterns of his underlying veins.

Then Johnny finally burst into laughing, and everyone followed him in the same spirit.

Except you, you couldn’t help but stare at him. And how could you not?

Knoxville was the one to notice that first and looked at you with that horrible smirk.

“ Sweetheart, are you okay? ” He said. “ You’re not gonna faint from a little blood, right? ” He laughed as he came near you.

“ They were the ones to plan this, actually, ” Tremaine shouted, and Johnny raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised and pretty curious.

“ You know I’ve seen worse with you guys, ” you chuckled. That was true, but they were wrong about why you shivered.

He washed the blood on his face with his hands before wiping them on his dickies before coming near you.

“ Wanna grab a smoke with me? ” Knoxville asked you while looking for a cig in his pocket.

You looked around, hoping to find something to do or something to help, but the guys were already joking about something else, and the mess you made was already cleaned up somehow. Bam, strangely, was the only one to glance at you, smirking, before leaving in the opposite direction.

“ Yeah, sure. ” You shrugged your shoulders and walked out of the building with him.

You didn’t know if you felt the air extremely calm or charged with electricity, and you decided it wasn't your choice to make.

Knoxville, him, looked too comfortable for someone covered in sanguine fluid. You didn’t really like it, but you despised your core even more: maybe it was the smell, maybe it was the color, you didn’t know, and now you felt like a starving beast in front of a tempting meal.

And in your blindfolded torment, you couldn’t see that he understood it all. He was the one to hold out a lure.

Johnny lit up your cig, then his, and grinned at you. “ You’re quiet for once. “

“ Well, you offered me a smoke, not a talk.” You scoffed, almost defensive; he sneered and turned himself to face you.

“ I know your little game, doll “.

You looked away. “ I don’t know what you mean. ”

“ C’mon, you’re not that dumb, ” he responded in that mocking tone you didn’t like.

You took a deep breath and looked back at his proud face.

“ Really, I don’t. “

Knoxville scoffed again; he put out his cigarette and threw it into the ashtray with a quick motion before positioning himself close to you. He could almost smell your scent, a blend of smoke, your cheap perfume, and sweat. He knew what you wanted, and he was just waiting for you to admit it.

“ I know for a fact that you’re squirming all over since Dunn and Magera poured that bucket over my head. ” He looked at you from head to toe. “ And that’s hard not to notice; you’re ready to jump like a kitty cat on meat “. He laughed, and that was the last straw for you.

You threw your cig and grabbed him by the collar of his dirty shirt, pushing him against the wall.

You kissed him, hard.

Eyes closed, you didn’t want to see the look of satisfaction on his face. You could taste the blood on his lips, a mixture of metal and smoke that you found intoxicating.

He kissed you back with a fervor that surprised you, and quickly you felt his tongue reaching for yours, hungry for more. Knoxville grabbed you by your hips; for sure, your clothes would be stained with red dots tomorrow, but for now the feeling of his hands on you made you squirm.

You wanted more.

And he seemed to think the same, his hips against yours, your body almost grinding on him.

Behind his confident smile, Johnny was melting as fast as you did against your mouth. It’s been a while since he understood how much you wanted him; he thought about that day in the ball pit, about how he pretended not to be in pain in front of the camera, about your gaze following his leaking arm, filled with thirst. Being desired with such an animalist made your guts jump inside you.

Knoxville tilted back his head, just a little bit, enough to catch his breath, and you did so.

“ Jeez, you gonna have to stop “ He said to you, frowning. “ I’m gonna cum in my pants if you don’t ”.

Still dizzy from the kiss, you didn’t respond right away, and he took this opportunity to study your face. Dilated pupils from lust, red lips, his right hand caressed your cheek with a surprising tenderness; he tried to wash out the blood transferred to your skin with his thumb: you couldn’t help yourself and put your lips around his finger, keeping eye contact between you two.

You were so close to his body that you could feel him harden against your thighs, as he was feeling you getting hotter.

You let out a sigh. “ We definitely need to go back to the hotel, “ you replied with a devilish smile.

And the walk to your room was horrendous; you should have chosen to walk on burning embers instead of keeping your own hands in your pocket like this, hoping no one saw you.

When you finally opened the closed door of your room, Knoxville pushed you inside with hunger, his lips attacking yours. Your hands went all over his frame, torso, shoulders, neck, jaw, and they finished their race on his sticky head; your fingers pulling his slimy and bloody hair, but you didn’t care at all; instead, you were turned on by this. For now, you needed to focus on the growing heat of your lower belly.

You tried to step back to the bed, but your legs were tangled together; he almost fell on the bed as you did. You fought the need to grab Knoxville by the shirt, and instead you wiped off the blood from your lips and watched him.

He straightened up and took off his shirt, throwing it on the ground.

“ I would love to keep going, doll, but I need a wash, ” he said, towering over you.

“ No, please.. I want you like this,” you respond, rubbing your thighs together. And that was true; you needed him exactly like this: sweaty and bloody, only for you.

He responded first with a smirk, “ As you wish.” And he took a moment to look at you: your breath was short and your pupils were so black he could see his own reflection in your eyes. The wait was killing you.

Then Knoxville smiled. “ You're really a perv, you know? “ He looked back down at you and gave a chaste kiss on your lips. “ I like it very much, my little freak “. He smirked and kissed you again, deeper this time.

You brought him closer to you, feeling his bare skin against your thin shirt. His hands were searching for the fabric, and you broke the kiss only to take it off. You shivered, feeling the cold air, but Knoxville smashed his chest against yours, savouring the touch of your breast, his dirty hands on both sides of your face while yours gripped his shoulders.

On top of you, he quickly found a place between your legs, and his pelvis started grinding against yours. You swore he could feel how wet you were through your panties and pants. As this thought passed, you felt him smile against your lips, pressing his cock against you one more time while you repressed a moan.

Johnny started to kiss your jaw, your chin, slowly getting down from your neck to your breast. For sure, he was enjoying himself: he made sure to leave you marks on your skin.

“ Fuck. “ You whimpered.

And he proceeded to keep going lower, kissing each centimeter of your skin until he was right above your belt. You straightened yourself on your elbows to catch his eyes: he was already unbuttoning your pants with hunger.

“ You should get rid of this, sweetheart, right ? ”

You quickly nod, incapable of saying a word without whining, and in a quick move, your pants joined his shirt on the floor.

He kissed your lower belly, and his messy hands caressed your burning skin.

Knoxville kissed you over your panties and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent.

He grinned against you, and his dry-blooded fingers took both sides of your panties and slid them down your legs. Completely bare in front of him, you closed your knees, hoping to find some release for the heat radiating from your core.

You pleaded with an unintelligible whine to help you, to cure that fever, to do something at least; of course he was compelled to answer to your body.

When you finally felt his mouth on your cunt, you moaned loudly.

It felt so, so good. To be devoured like this.

Because Knoxille was eating you like a starved man, hands strongly holding you in place while his face was buried against your guts.

Absorbed by the pleasure, one of your hands came to find his head; you grabbed his blood-tainted hair with a surprising strength, but he seemed not to mind at all; instead, he moaned against your core.

“ Johnny, “ you whine, “ I’m close ”.

Of course he already knew that; you were so wet for him that you could feel shame if you saw the way your body reacted to him. His hands kept caressing your skin, grabbing your breast with a firm grip, enjoying himself as much as you did.

Your hips rocked against his face, chasing for the relief; for sure you couldn’t look at him without moaning again, so you preferred to throw your head against the mattress; you were so close. Knoxville felt that: your breath was erratic now and you were even wetter than before. He stopped himself, and you whined to protest.

He raised his head, and his left hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him: your eyes were drenched in tears, mouth open, trying to catch your breath.

“ A shame you’re that close, darling “. He taunted.

“ It’s not that funny, Knoxville. “ You respond, trying to catch your senses.

He chuckled in disagreement and towered over your shivering body.

“ ‘Bet you it is. ”

His fingers didn’t let you go; instead, they traced circles on your skin, each one closer to your mouth until they reached your lips. You welcomed his two digits with appetite, not breaking the eye contact you two had while sucking his fingers. Cleaning them, you could feel the taste of blood on your tongue blended with the salt of his skin. This favor was the best thing in the world at this precise moment, and you had to restrain yourself from biting him.

Your tongue glided around his fingers, and both of you hoped you could apply the same skills to his dick.

“ Yeah, that’s it. “ He was the one to whimper this time.

If you looked down, you could see how hard his cock was through the dickies, and it made you salivate at the mere sight of it.

Johnny pulled his freshly cleaned fingers from your mouth, and you pouted. He took a step back and started unbuckling his belt. You got up on the bed and joined him, wanting to take his pants yourself, but he stopped you.

“ Let me return the favor, please, “ you said, hungry.

“ Another time, sweetheart. “ He responded with a smile. “ For now, I need to be inside that pretty pussy “.

You blushed, like you weren’t already bare in front of him.

Knoxville took his dickies and his underwear in a single move, revealing his hard cock with an already leaking tip. Your thighs were rubbing themselves with desire, anticipating the next step.

“ Like what you see? “ He smirked.

“ You fool, come here, “ you answered back.

He climbed on the bed and grabbed you by the knees to pull you closer before slowly opening your legs and positioning himself right at your entrance. Knoxville teased you with his tip before you glowered him a desperate look.

He smirked before spitting on his cock and slowly pushed himself inside your flesh.

“ Fuck “ You both moan loudly when he’s fully inside you. Johnny waited a few seconds, savoring the feeling of you around him before moving, and you hate him for that.

But he didn’t wait longer to fuck you on the bed. Eyes closed, you felt the weight of his body crushing against you, his face lost against your neck; you heard him moan, grunt against your burning skin. You needed his skin against yours, no matter what, and you couldn’t let him go. Your hips were locked with his, and your arms circled his torso, certain to leave scratches on his back.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you and lay himself on the mattress next to you before grabbing you by the hips to place your back against his torso, on your side. You were confused at first, but you quickly opened your thighs again to help him sink you deeper than before.

His pace was already not that kind to your body, but you needed more.

“ Harder, please, “ you tried to say between moans.

He briefly murmured something you understood as, “ All you want“.

Johnny locked an arm around your shoulders, and his hand grabbed your neck, pulling even closer to him if that was possible. You were so close to your climax, and you felt him close too. His pace became more erratic, almost brutal against your cunt; you couldn’t formulate a single coherent thought.

Overwhelmed by all your senses: the smell of body fluids and iron, the sound of flesh against each other and his dirty words in your ears, the feeling of his cock deep inside you and his fingers against your neck, you were the first to come, in a loud moan, your folds squeezing around him.

After that, it didn’t take long for him to follow you, just enough time to overstimulate your body so that you were close to telling him to slow down. Knoxville chased his own orgasm and came in your cunt, tainting your inside with white.

He didn’t take out his cock right away; he waited an instant, appreciating the hot and wet feeling around him a little bit more before pulling out.

He lay on your side but didn’t let you go, caressing your flesh with a sudden tenderness.

You both took a moment, not moving away from each other, to catch your breath and clear your minds.

A minute of silence was welcomed after the cacophony of your bodies.

Knoxville was the first one to speak. “ Doll, we both need a wash now, “ he said while sitting up.

Still lying on the bed, you nodded, “ Yeah, we definitely do “.

He got up, and you could see the mess you made of him before he left for the bathroom: his neck was speckled with your lips and the blood in his hair melted with his sweat, drops of it sliding on his forehead; he smelled like iron and various body fluids.

He truly looked handsome right there.

You heard him calling from the shower, “ Care to join me, sweetheart? “.

“ I’m coming !” you shouted before getting up too, febrile on your sore legs.

The bed (and the room) was in chaos, your clothes lying on the ground, the bed's stained sheets all over the place, the smell of iron and sex lingering in the air.