IMAGINE DUMP

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE -01

 hey team- this is literally just gonna be me fucking around and writing random imagines about my celeb crushes and whoever crosses my mind lol. might do requests eventually, we'll see if any of you guys actually read this

Johnny loved sex. It wasn't just that he was a  sexual being, he definitely was. It was all in the act for him, much like the showmanship that was Johnny Knoxville. 

There was a certain pageantry that came with the act of actually having sex with someone that was some special kind of addicting to him. The foreplay. The teasing. The orgasms. Hearing someone hit that peak...it nearly brought him there just based on the sound alone.

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His face was buried between her legs. It had been there for nearly twenty seven minutes (or so he had counted thus far) and he's only come up for a breather once so far. If anything, she was impressed as much as she was pleasured. His tongue was working overtime. Lips locked around her clit, the tip of his tongue grazing the little button, running lower and dipping into that warm, wet, sweet canyon below it.

She was writhing. Hands grasping for some sort of foundation, whether it be her bedsheets, her breasts, or his hair. Each tug at the roots forced out a strangled, starving groan from Johnny. She wanted more and he needed it, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer against his face while her legs draped over his shoulders and squeezed the sides of his head.

Johnny was doing everything in his power to push her over that fragile little edge as many times as possible. Her hands somehow dug further into his hair, pulling him into her and giving both of them just a bit more of what they were after.

His groans overpowered hers right until that last moment, when she felt his tongue flick over her clit repeatedly, almost as if he were trying his damnedest to put the vibrator that lay beside them out of business completely. When he wanted to, he could do the work of that machine and more. She screamed and his nails dug harder into her hips, leaving crescents in the wake of his fingernails. He never let up for one second, he pushed harder and harder, he left the cramp in his jaw in the back of his mind, all he wanted right now was to get as much of her cum in his mouth as soon as humanly possible.

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When she finally managed to come down from whatever circle of erotic hell that Johnny had put her in, she didn't hesitate. There was no grace period. Her hand stayed in his hair, only pulling him from between her legs and to her lips. The concern for the severe amount of wetness that coated his mouth, nose, chin, and down to his neck was nonexistent. His stubble was practically glistening in the dim light that came from the lamp in the corner of her room. The only light that brought their filthy activities to the eyes of the universe.

"More. John...please..."

How could he say no? He loved this. Aside from his professional antics, this was what he lived for. Pleasing.

Hands still on her hips, he rocked back on his knees to sit on his calves and give himself a firm place to stand. He never hesitated, he'd been longing for this since they started. His arms and back flexed as he pulled her close, picking her up just enough to let her straddle him in this position, using him as an anchor on the bed. 

Half sitting up, holding her close, Johnny adjusted himself, lining up the head of his cock with her entrance, still wet from her climax and his saliva just moments ago. In a painfully slow, but smooth motion, Johnny lowered her down onto him. Stiff and slick. 

A groan escaped the both of them, bouncing off the walls and rattling around between them. When she kissed him she could taste herself, and it was driving her mad. The raunchy combination of his cock sliding in and out of her while she licked her own juices from his tongue was sending her over the edge much quicker than she had anticipated. Her clit grinding against the base of his cock every time he lowered her back down sent shocks through her whole body. It was too much to bear and he knew that.

So he stopped.

"Breathe, baby...enjoy it.."

His voice was gentle, whispered between ragged breaths as he pulled back once more before thrusting back, slower this time, like he was savoring it as much as he could. 

"I've got you."

Her body was quivering. Somehow he'd worked her into his sexual spell, whatever magic he was using, it was certainly working out well for both of them. They moved in sync with slow thrusts and grinding, her clit flat against the base of his cock, grinding and sending more and more shocks through her already sensitive body.

It wasn't long before things began to pick up again, when she started kissing his neck and he let out the most desperate sounding whine you'd ever heard. He took a fistful of her hair and tugged at it just enough to elicit the same sound from her. With her head slightly tilted back, he had a clear space to lick and suck and kiss at her neck. Soon he moved his head lower, kissing down her chest as she arched her back in order to give him a better vantage of her breasts. 

Johnny was obsessed with her. Everything about her. Whether it be physical or emotional, he was completely infatuated with her. He loved it, the ease with which she took control over him, but sometimes he needed that control back, if only for a moment.

He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue and sucking at it just as he had done with her clit, her moans quickly taking over the room once again while he worked on her breasts. Mouth on one, hand on the other, his other hand holding tight on her ass to keep her in position. He thrusted harder with each lick, switching breasts every few moments like an expert.

"Fuck..Johnny.."

"I know, baby. Just hold out a little longer, yeah? For me?"

She gave him a weak nod, resting her forehead on his shoulder as he kept his pace, thrusting hard into her while both hands now helped her bounce. In a matter of moments, they were both without words, only the guttural sounds of pleasure that they took from one another were what they had left.

His cum was hot, she could feel it filling her. His cock softening slightly with each passing second. Still, he didn't pull out, he wanted to feel this tightness, this pulsing around him as long as he could.

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Their bathroom was cramped. But it did the job. She did what she had to do, they both did, and turned on the shower. Small, old, but charming. The water was too hot and Johnny complained, but she liked it, so he dealt with it and acclimated to the scalding temperature soon enough.

"We should sleep."

"We should fuck again."

He gave her a sort of shocked look at those words, but he couldn't deny that it was more enticing than sleeping.

"I don't think I've got another round in me just yet, baby."

"Fine. I guess I can wait until morning."

The two of them slept like rocks, damp hair on their pillows and legs tangled under the covers, a freezing bedroom and cozy bedding so they'd have an excuse to cuddle close. Johnny, for all the things he pulled, and all the injuries and shenanigans he played, was all she wanted. Lucky.