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royalsweetteaa · 9 months
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Pairing: Fratboy!Johnny Storm x Tutor!reader
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18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI
WARNING - this story contains the following: explicit smut, tutor/college student relationship, age gap (reader is only a few years older), dirty talk/flirting, Johnny being a flirt, switch! Johnny, needy Johnny, fluff, mommy kink, praise kink angst if you squint, Johnny doesn’t have any powers in this fic.
Summary: For the past two years, you have been paid by Mr. Storm to tutor the infamous fratboy - Johnny Storm. You have successfully helped him pass his exams in college, and during your last hangout, Johnny wants to show how grateful he is for your help.
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College life was soon coming to an end for the notorious frat boy of campus; Johnny Storm. In celebration of graduating, he had been partying with his mates all week.
The parties hadn’t been as exciting for him as before, but it was nice to celebrate nonetheless. While his friends followed the streak of partying, Johnny had stopped it here because today evening was important. It was the last day of having a scheduled study lesson, but since there were no exams to prepare for anymore, you two planned on hanging out one last time at his dorm and talk about his achievements and where he can go from there.
You were both laying in his bed with your legs hanging at the edge of it while sipping on some classic Coca Cola. He had bought something alcohol-free because he knew you hated alcohol, and he wasn’t in the mood to get tipsy anyway when all he wanted was to pay attention to you. You, who were the reason why he managed to graduate.
You talked for a good hour about internship, explaining the benefits of getting in touch with ‘this and this’ company. He quickly grew bored at how this hangout became nothing but educational like all previous meetings, and he decided it would be nice change the subject by saying a few ‘last words’ for her to remember how much she means to him.
“I’m going to miss you a lot, teach…I know I have been difficult a few times, but you have always remained patient with me and I admire that.”
You couldn’t help but let out a sigh as you remembered all the times Johnny would arrive late to your tutoring sessions at your place, or when you would have those lessons at his dorm and be met with rather…unpleasant surprises.
“Yeah, I knew from the day I walked in on you and that girlfriend of yours making out in your bed when it was our first scheduled lesson that you would be a bit troublesome.” He pursed his lips of the reminder. The more he thought about it from time to time, the more he cringed over the fact that it was his first impression to you. It didn’t embarrass him back then, but the more he grew fond of you, the more he cursed himself for forgetting the time of his first lesson.
“But look at you now - you’re about to graduate and get into the real world. You have become a lot more responsible than when I first met you, and that is an improvement in itself,” You praised. His face lit up, imitating the face of a child being rewarded with candy for doing their homework.
“When you put it like that, I guess I can agree. You didn’t catch me making out with a girl since then.” He joked. You hummed in amusement. “For the record, she wasn’t my girlfriend. Just a…y’know..”
“I’m very aware of your reputation as a frat boy, no need to explain yourself.” You giggled. He timidly chuckled, not fully wanting to embrace your statement but it was true nonetheless. Everyone knew Johnny as a womanizer and the party king of frat parties. He used to sleep around all the time, having casual sex with women he found attractive around campus. That was until you came around and made studying actually interesting, and he found your company to be something to look forward to.
You and his father, mr. Storm were acquaintances, and he had contacted you when Johnny’s college situation became worrying. He was failing his exams and he needed assistance, and in a matter of months, Johnny was set on a brighter path with your help. It was an added bonus that your personality was very appealing to him and he found you attractive.
Johnny would joke about having a crush on you in the beginning, but when his lack of interest in having one night stands came apparent, he knew something was wrong. You had done something to him.
Your simple praises whenever he answered your questions right. Your voice when you would explain orally to him about things he didn’t understand.
The little things you did made him feel content, and the thought of you sharing those small gestures with someone else who might appreciate it less than him made him upset.
“What about you? Still single since I last asked you? Or maybe seeing anyone?” He asked casually, though he was eager to hear your answer. Not to mention anxious. He had asked you before, which many of his first attempts would be replied with ‘that’s none of your business and it would be unprofessional of me to answer that’. He had eventually learned there was no boyfriend in the picture when the two of you had a drink at the bar after hours of studying on a Friday afternoon.
He was taking advantage of getting to know you more personally now that you weren’t his tutor anymore. Sure, the two of you got along smoothly, but there was, in your words, no room for personal talk during your lessons when he tried to engage in it. You were the first woman that would deny him whenever he subtly flirted with you, by either shrugging it off as a joke or changing the subject into his study. He hated it. He hated even more that you wouldn’t take him seriously, as if compared to you he was a kid. He knew he wasn’t the most mature one in college, but he sure as hell wasn’t a kid.
He guessed since the two of you were in different significant life stages - you already being in the working field for a few years and him only starting, Johnny could understand why you showed little interest in him. - Or maybe he had to up his game and be more clearer with his feelings.
“Yup. Still single. It’s not like I have much time to ‘see anyone’ as I have a lot of work but…I should definitely pay more attention to my love life. I’m not getting any younger, so maybe I should focus on getting myself out there and mingle.” You answered.
“You’re not that old…you’re only a few years older than me. There’s no rush. And besides, you don’t need to be looking when….there might be someone in front of you.”
You laughed humorously, which made Johnny stiffen. “Yeah, right…enlighten me with the few men I occasionally talk to. There’s the janitor at my office who asks how I’m doing from time to time. Oh, and I guess the cashier at the cafe where I get my usual coffee from could make a good candidate. Have any other suggestions?”
“What about me?”
Your humored smile fell when those words left his mouth. You weren’t sure if you heard him correctly.
“What?”
“You heard me…” Johnny muttered. “Why not me? Am I…that unappealing to you that I never cross your mind?”
You were knocked out of breath by his question, unsure if he was being serious. “I don’t-…Johnny, what are you trying to say? This isn’t funny.”
He put the can down on the table and stood up to level above you. “Yeah, no shit. I’m being one thousand percent serious right now, so I’m going straight to the point.” There was a slight pause until he gathered the confidence to say the next and most important thing. “I like you, Y/N. Like…I really, really like you. And I want to know if I have a chance. Right here. Right now.”
You were speechless with your mouth agape and your eyes wide open. You didn’t look like you had the words to respond to that just yet, so Johnny continued to talk.
“I’ve been whipped for you after having you around for less than a few months, and I’ve been trying to make moves, but you either purposefully ignore them or you’re just that obnoxious. Like, you literally caught me having a boner a month ago and shrugged it off as something normal. You didn’t think for one minute that I had it fucking bad for you?”
Your face turned red from his confession, which he didn’t seem to be embarrassed about in the slightest. “I-I’m sorry Johnny, I didn’t think you saw me as anything more than your tutor - it was and is far from appropriate. Not to mention, I’m hardly your type. I have nothing in common with the girls you usually go for.”
“Well, maybe that’s why I like you so much. Usually those girls are needy of me but I’ve grown needy for you. You’re so wise and smart, so kind and beautiful. You make my entire week from a 2 hour session, educating me about school stuff. Do you seriously think I’m the type to look forward to something like studying if it was someone else teaching me? I can’t even cum without thinking of your voice, your face and your boobs. You could be talking about algebra while I jerk off and I’m sure I’d be able to bust a load from just that!”
“O-okay, you’ve made your point!” You said while covering your burning cheeks with the palm of your hands. “I just can’t wrap my head around why of all women, you’d want to go for someone like me. I’m older and far from adventurous. I much more prefer reading a book than going to parties. I like keeping things in order and you seem to be the opposite of just that.” You argued.
“That’s just what attracts me to you, teach. You’re so mature in contrast with me. You have in your own special way managed to put me on the right path and mindset for my future, and I look up to you for that. You have even awoken something in me sexually that I have never felt for any other woman. You literally give off MILF vibes which is my new favorite porn category - except you’re not a mom, but you’re a mommy for sure.” Johnny said, changing the way of talking with a more sultry one. His face came closer as he put his hand in yours.
“I don’t want to end it with this last session. I don’t want to have you leave me knowing the last thing we did together was to talk about my options and plans, Y/N…I want to be together with you and get to know everything about you.”
You were hypnotized by how he spoke, and you were sure he knew he was arousing you with his way of speaking. However, your brain beat your heart, and you quickly backed away with a shaking head.
“Johnny…..we can’t…” you began, but immediately retorted saying anything else as you moved your head to the side.
Johnny sighed as his face saddened. You thought this was the end. That he would tell you to leave in disappointment and never speak to you again. But Johnny was always full of surprises.
“Then before we part ways, at least let me do something for you, teach. I want to reward you for being my amazing tutor.” He said, before sitting beside you and placing his hand on your thigh, sliding it suggestively close to to your inner thighs.
You shuddered at the contact and held back a moan when he slid it further to your cunt with each stroke.
“Please, let me make you feel good, teach..let’s feel good together for the night.” Johnny pleaded. Your thighs squeezed together when Johnny’s hands cupped your sex. You threw your head back when his middle finger started to stroke your sensitive clit through your panties and stockings.
“O-Okay, Johnny…ah, just this once.” You said with a shaky breath. He grinned smugly and closed his body to yours. He licked a stripe on your neck which made you yelp in surprise. His mouth wandered to your ear as he nibbled it gently. Since it was clear the two of you were doing this, you placed your hand on Johnny’s crotch to return the favor.
“Oh, mommy….” Johnny groaned from your touch. His hips bucked against your palm as you rubbed his bulge softly. He leaned in to leave wet and brushing kisses on your neck. “You’re so fucking hot. Almost had me creaming my pants like a fucking teenager there…” he whispered huskily. “But I’m a man, and m’not gonna cum until you do first, baby…”
“Mmm, Johnny…” you moaned his name. “T-This is so inappropriate but somehow I can’t find myself to care anymore…..your father would kill me if he found out.”
“Don’t worry a bit, teach. M’just thanking you for being the best tutor ever to exist. For being so good for me. Harmless enough, right? Besides, who gives a fuck what my father thinks? He couldn’t shut up about how glad he was to find you as my tutor. He would be proud of me if anything.” His hands snaked through your panties and teased your wet folds with circling strokes. “So wet…s’this all for me?” You nodded quickly in response. He pulled away from your neck and put his forehead against yours, his ocean colored orbs hazed in lust and vulnerability as he took you in. “You’re so pretty, Y/N…” he breathed out.
A sweet smile formed in your face while your eyes fluttered. “I think you’re pretty too, Johnny…” you whispered.
Johnny undressed from his denims and t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers and socks. You unbuttoned your shirt in the meantime, biting your lip shyly when you saw the way Johnny was staring at you. His brows were wrinkled in pleasure.
“I love your boobs….always wanted to suck on them so bad. Wanna suck mommy’s boobs.” He said, flushed out. He used his finger to hook at the strings of your bra, sliding them down from your shoulder and revealing your breasts.
You look up at him before fondly holding his hand and placing it on your chest. “You may, Johnny. You’ve been a good boy to me and you deserve a reward too.”
You leveled up your game to match Johnny’s cockiness, but it seemed to drag his down in the process. He was growing needy and whiny by the minute, and you enjoyed it. You always thought Johnny was a sweet guy despite his lack of maturity. He was funny, and made you feel like a teenager all over again with his wittiness. The further this went though, the more you discovered the desire to nurture him.
Without hesitation, he crouched and grabbed your boobs with both of his hands, squeezing them in fascination. “So round…” you heard him mumble. He attached his mouth into one of your nipples and suckled like his life depended on it. He was like a baby, desperate for the mother’s milk. His tongue swirled around your perking nipple and his moans sent vibrations through your sensitive skin.
While he did his work on your breasts, you reached down to his boxer and took his dick out, stroking it gently to give him some relief. He responded with a loud moan and let his head rest on your shoulder.
“Oh, god…your hand feels so soft. Call me what you called me earlier again, teach. Please, I need to hear it.” Johnny pleaded.
You were a bit distracted to understand what he was referring to, but it quickly dawned upon you.
“You’re a good boy, Johnny. You’ve been such a good boy. Doing what I tell you to do and improving yourself for your sake….you deserve only the best, Johnny boy.” You praised while stroking his hair with your other hand.
He panted with each thrust of your hand, sending him in euphoria. “We deserve each other, teach. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I swear, there’s no other girl that can make me whine like a little bitch. S’only you…nngh please tell me I’m yours, mommy. I only want to be your good boy. Please, don’t leave me. Wanna be your good boy so much, teach. Please, please, please!..” Johnny begged with sealed eyes.
You stopped stroking him and cupped his face. It was now clear to you how nervous Johnny was for the future - one without you. There was a hint of distress along with it, and you realized just how attached Johnny had become of you. It was then that you made a decision. A decision that would make his worries leave.
“Shhh, it’s okay Johnny. I’ll stay with you. I promise. I’m all yours, and you’re mine.” You cooed.
His face lit up with so much relief, he looked like he was on the verge of crying. “Thank you, Y/N. You won’t regret this.” He said and gave you a hug. You returned it likewise, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek before you leaned into his ear.
“Now, I recall you said you wanted to reward me. Show me how good you can make me feel with that dick of yours.”
A smirk appeared on Johnny’s face, and he immediately went back to work. He leaned you down on the bed with your legs still on the edge of his bed. He adjusted his placement to be between your legs, and rested his fat cock on your stomach, humping you slowly with his balls giving your clit a light slap. He couldn’t help himself and squeezed your left tit a few times before he paid attention to your heating core.
“Your pussy’s gorgeous, mommy…can’t wait to be inside you…” he groaned.
You stared down at his length in disbelief, only now being able to take in his size. “I-It’s so big! I don’t know if it’ll fit.” You nervously laughed as Johnny aimed his cock at your hole.
He lightly chuckled at the unintentional compliment and stroked your bare legs. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll make it fit. Stretch mommy so good you’ll never want anything else…”
He entered you with eagerness, making you jolt your head back with a howl. “Oooh, fuuuck!” You moaned.
“Shit, I’m sorry!…I-I couldn’t help myself…” Johnny apologized breathlessly. “You okay, teach?”
“I’m okay…it’s just, mmmh!…I feel so full..” you grunted. “It feels so good..”
Johnny’s worried expression faltered into an amused one. His ego was being stroked so hard it almost made him combust.
“Hmmm, I love your pussy, mommy…s’hugging my cock so good…wanna be buried inside of you always.” He purred. His hips rolled against yours and he gripped your waist tight.
You almost went cross eyed at the sensation of being fucked by a guy of high sex stamina. His hips wouldn’t stop frantically slamming into you, making your weeping hole hold tight onto his cock. You didn’t want him to stop at all. He was clearly a master in terms of how to make a woman feel good.
“Am I doing a good job, mommy? Am I?” He asked, desperately. You could sense his begging for validation miles away, and you quickly opened your mouth to give him just that.
Oh, yes!! Yes, Johnny, you’re making me feel like so good! M’so close to cumming! Hmm you’re so amazing, baby…mommy’s so proud of you..”
He whimpered at your praise, wanting nothing more but to make you cum around his cock. His thrusts was unlike anything a man of your age has provided. It was sourced with endless energetic rapidness to the point where it felt like you were being jackhammered. You were on the verge of climax when Johnny moved his thumb on your clit, giving full stimulation needed to make you orgasm.
“Cum, mommy…please cum for me, I need to feel it so bad. Hmmm fuck, you’re drowning me here with your pussy juice. Feels euphoric..”
Your brain went numb as he continued his frantic pounding combined with the stimulation he was providing in your clit. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm closed in, making you twitch uncontrollably.
“Shit, aaaah I’m cumming! Oh, god!” You announced with a howl.
Your channel tightened around Johnny’s cock, sending him also to the verge of unleashing his load. “M’gonna cum too, mommy! Fuck, fuck fuck! Ah, Please, let me cum on your tits! Please, please, please!”
You were still having aftershocks of your orgasm as Johnny continued to stutteringly thrust into you, indicating he couldn’t hold it for much longer.
You whispered a raspy ‘you may’, and that was enough of an indication for him to pull out of you and climb over to your upper body. He gave it a few thrusts before he spilled all over you, shooting his hot load on your breasts while panting like he just had ran a marathon. Cum was splattered all over you, some only made it beneath your breasts and up near your throat. Most of it had invaded your breasts though, causing the milky substance to trickle down and spread around your soft flesh.
Johnny had a deep shade of red across his cheeks as he looked flushed from what had just taken place. After a moment of admiring your cum-covered tits, he hovered above you and gave you your first shared kiss. It was filled with eagerness from Johnny’s side, as if he had been waiting for this moment for ages. Before he leaned away from you, he nuzzled your nose with his as a loving gesture. You were about to rise up in accordance to Johnny, but he stopped you.
“Don’t move. Let me clean up my mess, mommy…” Johnny insisted.
You leaned back on the bed and let Johnny’s face close into your breasts. Your eyes didn’t blink once as you watched him graciously lapping up his cum from your chest, giving your boobs an occasional squeeze and suck. It was the hottest thing you’d ever seen with your own eyes, and it made you melt all the more at his soft hums when he was soon done.
He sucked one spot longer and detached his lips from your skin with a light pop before slumping on the bed beside you.
“Fuck…I can finally cross fucking a tutor off my bucketlist.” He rasped out pridefully.
You rolled your eyes. “Honestly, You’re such a slut, Johnny.”
He let out a laughter. “Ha, I sure am. I’m only a slut for you though. Haven’t hooked up in a long time because it it didn’t do it for me anymore. Got better off using my fleshlight and imagining you.” Your face scrunched a bit at yet one of his blunt confessions, but you took it as a compliment nonetheless. “You were on my mind all the time, haunting me whenever I tried to hook up with someone. I have lost my game because of you, but I honestly don’t care since I got something amazing out of it.” His arms wrapped around you and he smiled gleefully at you.
You tilted your head with an honored smile. “That’s…actually kinda sweet. You know…my favorite trope in romantic fiction used to be the one where the guy is a jock and the girl is a nerd who the jock eventually falls for, because she’s ‘different’. In high school I hoped one of the local jocks would fall for me, but of course they were far from romantic compared to the fictional version. But you mister, are something else. I suppose frat boys are my new type.”
Johnny beamed. “Good, good. Jocks are overrated anyways.”
“And MILFs are not?” You challenged with narrowed eyes.
“They are, but it’s a basic male fantasy.” He defended.
“Right, I can tell based on how you’re playing out that fantasy by calling me mommy.” You say unamused and look to the side.
He furrowed his eyes in confusion before he understood the meanings of your comment. You regretted saying that immediately. “Y/N, wait…look at me for a moment.” He ordered, and you obliged.
“You’re not someone I use to play whatever male fantasy I may have. You’re so much more than that to me. It’s just an added bonus that I think you’re perfect mommy material, which I didn’t discover was something I was into until I met you. Don’t lie and tell me you weren’t turned on by how needy I was for the simplest things. You make me go crazy, Y/N.” You blushed at the accusation, thinking over how right he was.
“Besides, if you don’t want me to call you that anymore then that’s completely fine. I can totally dom if you’re more into that. I’ll stop if it means you’ll still be with me. Having you by my side is the foremost important thing to me.” He leaned into you and rested his head on your chest with his face nuzzled underneath your chin. His hair was so fluffy and it made it all too hard to resist stroking his hair.
“N-No, it’s fine…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you of not valuing me.” You said apologetically. “As embarrassing as it is to admit, I kinda like it when you call me that…guess I discovered a side of me I didn’t know existed either by being with you.” You concluded. “I’m proud to call you my good boy.”
He hummed into your chest. “Hmmm, don’t make me excited, baby. You’ll have me begging to fuck you again if you keep dropping that petname so casually.”
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Note from author: this is my first fic with one of the cevans characters being a bit of a subby hoe. Johnny’s on second place of being a closet sub after Jake in my book.
Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated!
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫—𝐲𝐮𝐦!
summary. | you want to be the object of his affection—for him to give you all his time, touch, money, and attention. it’s a good thing he wants you to be his little lady.
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warnings. | smut, smoking mention, pet name usage (peaches), heavy age gap (late 40s/early 20s), Daddy kink, p in v sex, rough sex, oral (f receiving), mild hand job, creampie kink, squirting, praise, degradation, dumbification, dirty talk, public sex, voyeurism (from johnny), mildly unrequited feelings (kinda requited), friends-with-benefits relationship, size kink (cock), mild anal play (thumb in the butt), mention of threesome + f masturbation + exhibitionism + fleshlight usage, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
pairings. | silver fox!Johnny Storm x fem!reader, friends-with-benefits!Jake Jensen x fem!reader, SF!Johnny Storm x other women*
word count. | ~6.7k.
author’s note. | *johnny is implied to still have one night stands until this fic. the habit dwindles when he crushes on the reader. thank you so much @sweetlilbambi for all your help!! ily! tysm @cuttlefjsh for proofreading! ily!!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
my taglist. @nsfwlibrary​.
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The fence needs fixing—Johnny knows that. It’s turned grey, and the wood splinters. There’s even a hole between two planks, and conveniently, it’s on the portion shared with his next-door neighbour. You.
Now, he doesn’t mean to be a creep. It’s just that his curiosity gets the best of him, even in this boring suburban community. 
Your grunting is loud, and so are your whines. Really, it’s your fault.
Through his sunglasses, Johnny peeks through the hole and catches you trying to set up a poolside chair in nothing but a bikini. The orange fabric reminds him of his powers, and they only come in handy during the summer when someone wants to light their grill up. Maybe even their blunts and cigarettes. Sue doesn’t know about that, though.
“Dammit,” you grumble, dropping the materials onto the ground. You stand there for a few seconds before slowly bending down to pick up the parts again. The heat beating down on you feels terrible, but the intense gaze from your older neighbour is much, much better.
As much as Mr. Storm would hate to admit it, he has quite the crush on you. It’s reciprocated. Obviously. He’s a man that you’d only read about in erotic books or films. Salt and pepper hair, strong muscles, very tall, and utterly charming. 
His only flaw is that he won’t act on his feelings, so you have to take matters into your own hands. 
Teasingly, you subtly sway your hips. But you suddenly stop when the brightest idea comes to your mind. You’re already proud of yourself for the outcome, and you're leaving your backyard before you can even overthink any other scenarios.
When Johnny sees you abruptly leave, he worries. Did you catch him? Are you going to tell everyone that he’s a pervert? Will he have to defend himself as he’d done when he was younger? Panic arises in him, and he’s frozen in his spot. Until his doorbell rings, his feet carry him over to the entrance before he can even think.
He swings the door open to find you, bright and cheery, with your hands clasped in front of your body. Your arms squeeze together slightly, pushing your tits together until they nearly spill out of the bikini top. Johnny’s gaze lingers on your chest for a few seconds before he clears his throat and looks at your face.
“Hi, Mr. Storm!” you greet, voice full of innocence even though you’re truly the opposite. Johnny knows this, remembering all the little escapades you’ve had with your friend. Jake is a stuttering mess, though he knows you’ve chosen Jensen as your victim because he would do anything you wanted him to do. 
And that includes scandalous activities in the backyard just for your neighbour to see.
“Hi, peaches,” he roughly returns, but you don’t falter at his stoicism. “I’m having some trouble setting up my chair… Do you think you can help a girl out?” you ask, bouncing on your feet. Your movements cause your breasts to jiggle slightly, and his line of sight falls there once again. 
Johnny’s helpless action isn’t missed by you. “Yeah, do you still have the instructions?” he questions, and you let out a vocalized pause before cheekily nodding your head. Once upon a time, Johnny never cared for instructions. 
He’d ignore them and do things his way before terribly regretting it. Now, he’s more than grateful for a set of steps. Though, he’ll always prefer giving the guidance.
“I don’t think you’ll need them, though, Mr. Storm. You’re a very bright man.” Memories filled with articles of Johnny’s space-related smarts fill your mind, and you wonder why people treat him as if he’s an idiot. 
His hands motion for you to lead the way, and you’re sure to give him a sight when you do so. The gentle swing of your waist is purely intentional for him. You coyly look back, catching his gaze that lingers on your ass. If you weren’t so close to getting what you wanted, you’d send him a wink. 
The walk to your home is quick, and so is the adventure to your backyard. Johnny takes note of the garden, though he’s admired your pretty flowers before. “Your hydrangeas are beautiful,” he tells you, and you give him the sweetest of smiles. “Oh—Aw, thank you, Mr. Storm,” you sputter, not expecting the kind words from him.
It’s not that the Flaming Torch himself is rude—it’s just that he’s quite reserved. At the annual neighbourhood barbeques, he keeps to himself for a few hours before grumbling a goodbye and leaving. His departure always leaves you feeling a tad bit dejected, and now, you find yourself constantly pestering him so that he won’t be so alone in this sickly suburb. 
(You choose to ignore the different limping women that leave his house some mornings).  
“Please, call me anything but that,” he chuckles, and you tilt your head in curiosity. You’re drenched in it—practically rendering you insufferable in new environments. “Why?” you ask him, now following your neighbour.
Almost like he’s a professional, he starts picking up parts and the pamphlet. “Makes me feel old.”
A comedian. His hair is painted with strokes of grey that are too obvious to ignore. The crinkles around his eyes are mildly deep, and his freckles from the sun are more evident than they were back in his younger days.
(The Playboy photoshoots only hid the more private parts of him).
“So, what should I call you?” you question, and a specific title comes to mind. Daddy. You’re up-front but not that bold to call him it just yet. “Just Johnny,” he simply tells you, and you nod your head even though he can’t see you. 
“Okay, Johnny. Can I ask another question?” you inquire, stepping around him so he can face you. Johnny stands up straight, and the paper pages rustle with the light breeze that passes. “You’re awfully curious, peaches, but go ahead,” he urges, reading the first set of steps. 
“Why do you call me that?” you ask, picking up the glass of pineapple juice you had set aside. It’s warmer than before but still cool enough to soothe. “Hm?” Johnny hums, not even pulling his focus away from the instructions. 
You huff, causing him to raise an eyebrow and finally bring his gaze to you. You push your mildly faux irritation to the side and hand him the drink. He thanks you under his breath in a mumble. “Peaches. You always call me that. Why?” you question, bouncing on your feet again. 
This time, your hands are clasped behind your back, and the action is unintentional. Pure habit. 
“Just what I came up with, I guess,” he tells you, though he sounds so unsure of himself. In his mind, he tells you that you’re as sweet as a peach. One that he’d like to eat up and never spit out. “Oh… Okay.”
Johnny knows you don’t buy his words, and he’s happy you don’t pry. He feels so terrible for having affection for you—for having such vivid and vicarious thoughts about you. But at the same time, Johnny has no shame or regret because he knows you don’t mind it. In fact, you welcome any amount of attention he’ll give you. Despite the standoffish attitude he presents, you never leave him be.
He’s not sure why he keeps those girls around when he could have you. Perhaps the older Human Torch is too afraid to let go of his old ways and make a jump for you. But he still tries. 
Like when he wears nothing but a pair of jeans when repairing his fancy cars. They’re vintage, and he treasures them as much as he does your adoration, right in his heart. 
“I think you were trying too hard, peaches. Don’t you?” Johnny asks, and the question seems almost accusatory. “Uhm… Sorry? I don’t follow,” you tell him, worried that you’re about to be embarrassed for lifetimes to come. 
“The chair. It’s pretty simple, but I’m sure it’s not your fault you don’t understand. Little sluts like you don’t use their brains much, hm?” 
“...Huh?” 
Johnny raises an eyebrow at you, and you mentally curse yourself for forgetting your manners.
“Sorry. Sorry?” The older man chuckles at your words, slotting a bar into the hole meant for it. It takes strength, though, and his biceps bulge from the struggle. You try your hardest to not let your jaw fall slack as you marvel at the largeness of his muscles. “I said, it’s not your fault you don’t understand. These instructions were worded weirdly.” 
You let out an ‘oh’ at his words, even though you know that he said something different. Something flirtatious and perhaps a little mean, but it doesn’t matter because you—holy shit, your crush just flirted with you.
If Jake—your sweet Jakey—was here, you’d ask him to pinch you. He’d hesitate at first but would grab at your skin nonetheless because he’d do anything for you. It’d hurt like a bitch, but it’d be confirmation that while you are living the dream, this is pure reality. 
“Think you can get it done in time?” you question, your plans now the last things you care about. Who needs to daydream about your crush under the sun when he’s standing right before you? “Of course. I’m really good with my hands, y’know,” Johnny smiles, plucking the sunglasses out of his pockets. 
He puts them back, though, and finally lets you see his lust-filled gaze instead of his usual shades. 
“That’s good to know. I can ask you for help with other things!” you cheer, stepping back when he moves near you to grab another pole. “Really? That friend of yours doesn’t help?” Johnny questions, and a memory from the other night comes flooding back.
It was the loud groans that piqued his curiosity. For Mr. Storm, it was a lonely Friday night when he watches a movie and drinks beer. But for you, it was something else. He looked out the window, only to be greeted by the sight of you on your knees and your dear friend, Jake, bobbing your head up and down. Your gags were almost as loud as his sounds, if not more. 
Johnny’s cock immediately hardened within the confines of his boxers. He had palmed himself but didn’t dare to stroke his length, worried that he’ll be caught. Worried he won’t be able to hold back afterwards. Eventually, you ceased the tiny bit of control and let your best friend fuck your face. Johnny wanted to be Jake at that moment—he wanted to ruin you that way.
But then, you pulled off for a breather. And you made eye contact with him. And winked. And went straight back to slobbering on Jake’s thick cock. 
“Oh, Jake? He does! He just lives a bit far, so I can’t call him for every little thing, y’know?” you tell him before picking the cup back up and offering it to him. Instead of taking it from you, Johnny leans down and catches the straw between his lips, drinking up the remainder. 
You stare at him simply and watch as he returns to his full height while smiling at you. “It’s as sweet as you,” he says, setting the frame of the chair down. He carries it like it weighs nothing. “Really? How do you know that?” you tease, tilting your head to the side.
“I just do.”
“Hm… You know, my friend Jakey said something like that before.”
Your words have Johnny’s nostrils flaring. He’s sure Jake’s repeated his words in some variation—some different context. And he’s sure Jake has tasted what’s between your legs. 
“I’m sure he has.” Johnny hums, looking down at the now fully put-together chair. “Yeah, you should meet him! I’m sure you guys would get along pretty well. I think you have at least one thing in common with him,” you tell Johnny, and he smirks. He knows what you’re playing at. “Any specific ideas, peaches?” he asks, crossing his arms.
He’s more engrossed in you and this conversation than he is with the chair. 
“Uhm… I– I don’t know. I was just saying that hypothetically, y’know?” you nervously ramble, suddenly void of your confidence. “You sure about that?” Johnny questions, taking a step closer to you. He drags his feet as a technique to make him seem suave. “...Uh-huh…” You’re practically starstruck, stuck in one place with a slacked jaw. 
“If you have something on your mind, you should say it. I won’t judge,” Mr. Storm urges, raising his eyebrows to tempt you. “What do Jake and I have in common?” Saying your friend’s name seemed like it would scorch his tongue at first, but it truly isn’t that bad. “...Fixing stuff?”
You both curse in your minds. You chide yourself for your words, whereas the older man frustratedly sighs from your apprehension. To make the first move is scary for you, he knows that, but he just wishes you could be honest with him. He wishes he hadn’t gotten so wise and still carried that fearlessness he did when he was in his twenties and setting fire to the sky.
“Maybe we can teach you one day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Johnny asks, and you quickly nod your head. You bite down on your lip, and a smile spreads across your face. It’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. “Y– Yeah, I’d like that a lot.” 
You hope that you’re picking up what he’s putting down and that what he’s saying is the dirty fantasy filling your mind. 
“Might have to prepare you first. Not sure if you can handle it,” Johnny continues, and you slyly smirk. “I’m a big girl; I can take it,” you reassure, stepping closer to him under the pretence of looking at his handiwork. “Yeah?” Mr. Storm tilts his head upwards with his word, and you shyly nod. “I think big girls use their words when they want something, no?” 
You let out a gasp and are sure your bikini bottoms are soaked. Sticky with your arousal and perhaps a shade darker, too. 
Johnny puts down whatever it was in his hands and stalks his way closer to you. Your eyes wander down his body and remain stuck at his crotch. His hard cock is tattooed against the fabric of his shorts—letting you see almost every detail. True to the limps of his female companions and your fantasies, Johnny is huge. 
“C’mon, peaches. Use your words. I know how badly you want it—how badly you need it.”
Despite his order, you’re still dumbfounded. Morsels and mere pieces of words escape your mouth, but nothing like sentences and admittances come. “Speechless, huh? It’s okay. I do that to most little girls like you,” he husks, and the mention of other women has you pouting. Johnny chuckles at your jutted-out lip, reaching up to play with it before you quickly pull it back in. “Y– You knew I had feelings for you?!” you ask in a shocked tone, placing your hands on your hips.
The older man nods his head, and it’s practically comedic how you gasp even louder. 
“And you never did anything until now? You just let me embarrass myself?”
Johnny chuckles, “I like playing around with you, peaches. And it wasn’t embarrassing or anything like that. It was cute.” 
You let out a huff at his comments, looking away from his large frame that is nearly impossible to avoid. “Don’t tell me you’re upset, peaches. C’mon, you’re breakin’ this old man’s heart,” Johnny says, mimicking faux sadness. You crack a smile when he does before rolling your eyes. 
“So…” you hum, pulling up the straps of your bikini top. Johnny watches as you adjust your tits, not even caring about his ogling anymore. He stays silent, simply raking his gaze up and down your body before lingering on your face. He locks eyes with you at first, and then he looks at your lips.
Your beautiful, soft, kissable lips. He’s fantasized about them more times than he can remember. And now, they’re almost as close as he’s wanted them to be. Almost.
Johnny leans in and captures his mouth with yours. He kisses you with fervour and passion, and all things synonymous. Like a puzzle, your lips fit together perfectly. His tongue swipes blindly, asking for entry, to which you happily comply. Mr. Storm explores the inside of your mouth with his wet muscle, making out with you like it’s his new favourite hobby. 
Both of your eyes are shut, and the wet sounds fill the silence that was there for only a few seconds. On instinct, you stretch your hands up to grab Johnny’s biceps while rubbing your thighs together. The aching feeling in your core is more adamant than ever—especially with such proximity. 
The older man’s breath hitches, and your heart starts to beat even more rapidly. You squeeze his strong muscles, and he loses it right there and then. Johnny pulls away from the kiss, lips swollen and wet like yours. His large hands find your hips, and he grabs them, pulling your lower half closer to him.
His hard cock is pressed against your body, and your clit throbs at the feeling. “Think it’s gonna fit, peaches? Your little pussy might not be able to handle it….” Johnny says, but you, in all your obedience and desperation, nod your head and let out a little whine. 
You can recall having difficulty fitting Jake inside of any of your holes without a good amount of preparation at first. It makes you impatient, but it’s always worth it. 
“Don’t be a brat and listen to me—I can already see your little mind working hard. You couldn’t handle it without a little stretch at first, baby. I’m the smart one here, okay? Let Daddy do what he needs to do.” Johnny husks in a voice that is lower than his usual one. His near-condescending tone and words have you whimpering, and he smiles down at you. 
But then, you falter.
He heard you, just as you had intended. 
The plan was something you saw in a porno, something that could’ve gone wrong, but clearly, it’s gone so right. You left the window in your bedroom open—the one right across Johnny’s house and above your bed. You had a mirror in front of your mattress and made sure to give him the best show.
You touched yourself, with only him on your mind, and even let your noises run wild. 
“You're such a little slut. Touching yourself to the thought of a man almost twice your age? Dirty, dirty girl. But you’re my dirty girl, right?” Johnny questions, briefly forgetting the existence of one Jake Jensen. You grin widely. “‘M yours and Jakey’s. There’s enough of me to go around, Daddy.”  
Johnny scoffs almost playfully before grabbing you with ease and placing you on the outdoor recliner. You gasp at his casual display of strength, staring at him as he slots himself between your legs. You part them involuntarily, still in awe of many things that trace back to the Human Torch. 
“Maybe I don’t like sharing,” he whispers with a wink. “Maybe you’ll have to learn how.”
Johnny admires how you have some kind of retort for him most of the time. It’s a trait he still has—especially since he’s used to little brats like you.
The older man grabs at the waist of your bikini bottoms, slowly pulling them down. The sight he’s met with can’t even be rivalled by the best art pieces in the world. Your wet folds glisten in the sun, and he coos at the subtle swollenness there is to them. 
Large, rough hands grab at your inner thighs, and he massages the skin, teasing you slightly. “Daddy…!” you whine out, yet flustered at the contact. Smirking, Johnny raises a playful eyebrow at you. 
He knows that his memory won’t do you justice later on, yet he still makes a motive to savour this moment as best as he can. Johnny doesn't waste time in latching his mouth onto your aching clit. With utter skill, he sucks on your swollen nub and basks in the moan you let out. 
“Fuck—ohmygod,” you rush out, getting cut off by another one of your sounds. Johnny flicks his tongue on your clit, enjoying how your legs twitch when he finds its most vulnerable place. You reach down and tangle your fingers between his buzzed, grey hair. The feeling against your fingers is incredible, but it isn’t as lovely as the pleasure that blooms at your core. 
Johnny watches you squeeze your eyes shut as he tortures your pearl with his tongue. Your wetness soaks his beard, but he doesn’t mind it at all. “Gonna stretch this pretty cunt out, peaches. Gonna make my cock fit in this little hole,” he says, pulling away from your pussy momentarily.
He dives back in, drinking up the wetness that drools from you. His facial hair scratches at your sensitive folds, but you don’t care. Johnny’s wet muscle works at your hole, just the tip dipping inside before he returns to your poor little clit. He grunts and moans against your cunt, and the vibrations have you crying out the title that you’ve so rightfully given him. 
Two digits dance their way to your pussy, and they swirl around your folds. Johnny pulls away and spits on your swollen folds, rubbing it in with his fingers before pushing them into you. The wet, squelching noises are almost as loud as you are. Like an expert, he scissors your cunt open and strums your clit until you can feel that sensation building. 
Johnny eats you out like a starved man, not once pulling away from your core. Your pornographic moans are enough to make his cock throb in the confines of his blue shorts. “You like that, peaches? You like it when Daddy eats this pretty pussy?” he questions, and his words push you closer to the precipice of your orgasm. 
“Uh-huh. L– Love it so much, daddy.” Your words are broken apart before they end or dragged out longer than their original state. That pathetic neediness in your tone has Johnny growling into your swollen folds, and he pushes you into your climax. 
When you come undone, you’re near-violent. Jake’s been away on business for a few weeks now, and you’ve promised to deny yourself whenever a familiar ache would rear its vibrant head up. You’ve almost forgotten how good it is to feel the touch of someone so skilled—especially on your poor pussy. 
“That’s it, give Daddy your cream—fuck. Love watching you come like a whore on my tongue. You taste so sweet, baby.” Johnny pulls his mouth away from your cunt briefly, fucking you with his fingers and giving you quick licks to your throbbing clit. 
Your carnal taste coats his tongue, and the older man knows he’s found an addiction he will never try to rid of. He drags his wet muscle from your clenching fuckhole, all the way up to your pearl of nerves. “Good girl, such a good little girl. Taking whatever Daddy gives you… That friend of yours trained you well, hm?”
He pulls you through your orgasm from the other side, not once letting you be free of his assault. An answer full of hums and pauses is on the tip of your tongue. But the thoughts in your mind go from coherent to pornographic. “‘M Daddy’s good girl,” you pant, your hardened nipples poking through your bralette. 
Johnny presses against your sweet spot with the tips of his fingers. The digits are soaked all the way down to his knuckles. “Yeah, you are. You’re also Daddy’s filthy whore—letting an older man eat your pussy where your neighbours can spy on us. You get off on that shit, yeah? Such a slut—my slut,” Johnny spits, and your back arches off the chair. 
You affirm his statements with garbled words and high-pitched moans. Your lips are wet with saliva and raw from your teeth. Involuntarily, you begin to gyrate your hips to follow the circles that Johnny makes on your clit with his tongue. He pushes your hips back down with his other hand and tsks at you. “Let Daddy take care of his cunt, peaches.”
His words alone have you moaning. “P– Please, Daddy… Wan’ another one…” you plead, and he chuckles against your pussy. “Greedy, greedy girl,” he chides, but he listens to you anyway. Johnny torments your core with his mouth and fingers. He picks up the pace of his fingers and sucks on your clit even harder. 
Suddenly, you’re tumbling down into an unexpected climax. You cry out his title and squeeze your eyes shut, revelling in the blissful feeling that takes over your body. “Yeah, soak my face, peaches,” he urges—no, demands. He drinks up the arousal that leaks out of you, coaxing every drop from you with his powerful ministrations. 
Your heart clamours in your chest as you come down (albeit slowly) from your release. You’re so exhausted, but when you’re reminded of what’s happening, newfound energy reveals itself from the cracks and crevices of your body. You look down at a smirking Johnny Storm, whose mouth and surrounding skin are covered in your creaminess. The sight has your breath hitching.
Slowly, you pull him to sit up further and press kisses to the same lips that were wrapped around your pearl. Johnny nearly gets caught up in the kiss until you touch his raging cock. He hisses from the contact, pulling away from your mouth with a smirk. “Naughty girl…” 
“No… I’m a good girl!” you counter with a whine, mischievously smiling as you reach into his shorts. When you wrap your hand around his cock, you’re not surprised that your fingers barely meet. You’ve admired his largeness when he’s ditched underwear—shamelessly so. “Jus’ want your cock, Daddy.”
Johnny quirks an eyebrow, your words going straight to his head. Your other hand pulls down his pants, and he helps you when you start to struggle. In his full glory, you can admire one of the things you’ve fantasised about for far too long.
Your crush’s cock is thick and lengthy, enough to make the breach hurt and reach the dizzying spots inside of you. Johnny's member is a vibrant red colour, dark with lust just like his hazy eyes. Your mouth salivates at the thought of taking him down your throat, but you know it’ll require some training. 
So you settle for stroking him. You spit a wad of saliva onto his girthiness before using it as lube to stroke him. Your movements are slow at first, but his moans are resounding nonetheless. “Fuck, peaches,” Johnny groans, tossing his head back. A smile creeps onto your pretty face, and he returns the grin. 
“Your cock is so pretty, Daddy… Just like I imagined,” you giggle, dragging your hand from base to tip. Beads of precum drip from the slit of his cock, and you have half a mind to lick it up. Before you can even do so, Johnny rips your hand away. “Did I do something?” you ask, worry and insecurity filling you up.
“I’m too impatient. I need to fuck your little cunt now,” Johnny rushes out, and you sigh out of relief. He manhandles you into his desired position, bent over in front of him. Your bikini top disappears with a pull, and so does his shirt. 
You turn your head to look at him, marvelling at his body. He’s just as hot as he was when he was younger—and most definitely more. “Such a perfect pussy…” he mutters under his breath, and you grow shy from his words. 
You wiggle your hips slightly, silently begging for his cock. Johnny beams at your eagerness. “Please, Daddy? Need your cock so badly,” you plead, wetness staining your inner thighs. Johnny gently shushes you, grabbing the base of his cock and slapping your clit with the fat tip. You jolt and moan from the action.
Slowly, he drags his cock up to your sopping fuckhole, and the head catches. Your breath hitches and Johnny lets out a sigh. He gently pushes into your cunt, groaning as your warm, wet walls hug him in a lovely welcome. The cry you let out is wrangled and pornographic, and it’s music to his ears. 
“Fucking shit.”
Squelching sounds and your sweet little noises are all he can hear. His thickness stretches you out, and the burn is utterly delicious. It feels like an eternity has passed when he finally bottoms out. Johnny is deep inside your pussy, and you’ve been filled to the brim with his cock. “Daddy!” you whine when he angles his hips and finds your sweet spot.
You see more stars than a telescope, and your poor bottom lip gets pulled between your teeth for the nth time. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight, peaches. So tight and perfect. Made for me to do whatever,” Johnny spews, and you nod your head while moaning loudly. 
The arch in your back is mean, and you reach behind you to pull the skin surrounding your pussy. Johnny curses as you reveal your untouched rosebud. He’s sure you want to stretch it out—sluts like you always do. “Are you gonna ruin my pussy, Daddy?” you question in a teasing tone, desperate to get a rise out of him. 
“Fuck, yeah. And you’re gonna stay there and take this dick like a good little girl,” he tells you, chuckling when you clench around his cock from his vulgar words. Johnny begins to pump in and out of you, mimicking his learned and practiced movements. 
The fleshlight he’s used since he met you is nothing like your cunt, yet he’s determined to fuck you with the same brutality he’s used to. 
Your moans are mildly muffled, your face pressed against the chair. Each of Johnny’s thrusts makes your body jerk, his ruthlessness unlike anything you’ve experienced. “Daddy… S’good…” 
“I know, peaches. This cunt is perfect for Daddy to use.”
Your eyes roll back into your head at his sentence. His heavy balls slap against your sensitive clit, adding more pleasure to the heaven-sent feeling between your legs. The tip of Johnny’s cock nudges against your sweet spot, and he pulls guttural moans out of you like no other. “It’s a good thing I tasted this pussy and stretched her out. She’s so tight. But she’s doing so good for me.”
Johnny isn’t really talking about your snatch when he utters his last seven words. He’s trying to sing praises, but he’s caught up between wanting to degrade you and being speechless from how lovely you feel. Soaking his dick and squeezing him like a vice. “You’re such a good girl—such a good slut.”
Nodding your head, you squeeze your eyes shut from the intense feeling of Johnny. He’s so deep, and each drag and slam of his hips sets your nerves on fire. Like cheap rope, they burn with ease as the flame spreads quickly. 
“‘M your good girl, Daddy! Your li’l slut,” you whine, and you feel as though your breath has been knocked out of you. “That’s right. Looks like I didn’t fuck all the thoughts out of that brain yet. But I bet you go dumb easy, right? Yeah, can’t wait to see those eyes all empty and this cunt full of cum,” Johnny spits, punctuating each word with a push of his hips.
A smile spreads on your lips, and Johnny knows you’re a goner. “You gonna come around Daddy’s cock, baby? Hm? Cream on it and make a mess? Maybe I should get you to clean it up after,” he husks, rutting into you like an animal that was once caged and has now been set free.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you babble, and the thought of tasting yourself on Johnny’s dick has you spasming around his member all of a sudden. You squeeze him tightly and cry out a weakened version of his title, coming undone for him once more. “Shit—good girl, so good for Daddy. Lookatcha, all stupid for my cock. Didn’t even ask for permission.” 
His words have you garbling apologies that are nonsensical. True to his words, you’re all stupid and thoughtless. 
“It’s okay, peaches. Daddy’ll punish you later. Think this little fuckhole can handle a little bit of bullying? Or am I being too mean to her already? I guess I am. Maybe that’s why she’s crying so much for me.”
Johnny stops speaking, and all you can hear are the loud, lewd wet noises from your cunt. You know that his thick member must be glistening by now. “You hear that, peaches? Hear how soaked Daddy’s pussy is?” he taunts, and the sounds that takeover are skin on skin. 
To simply put it, you’re cockdrunk, high off the drug that is Johnny’s dick. Your mind is cloudy, and you’re stuck in a haze that you truly don’t want to leave. You can’t even speak, only capable of crying, whining, and moaning.
“Fucked dumb already, slut? Shh… It’s okay. Daddy’ll do all the thinking for you. Just keep taking Daddy’s dick and staying pretty.” Johnny urges, reaching one of his hands down to your poor clit. He begins to rub it while his cock strokes your inner walls, kissing your sweet spot every now and then. 
Your limbs jerk every now and then, your body leaking over the brim with euphoria when you’re suddenly tumbling into another orgasm. Your cunt hurts, but the feeling is too good for you to beg him to stop. Perhaps the pain even adds to the pleasure. 
“Such a bad little slut… Didn’t ask for permission again, huh? Looks like you jus’ wanna get punished, hm? Might as well do it now…” Johnny ponders aloud, and his gaze falls to your little rosebud. He’s been staring at it nonstop, to the point where he could still picture it days from now. “Do you want Daddy in both of your holes, peaches? Hm? I know you’ll love it. You’re such a needy little thing.”
His words cause you to moan and clench around him. Johnny’s flushed cock is covered in tinted slick, shiny beneath the bright sunlight. “Uh-huh-uh-huh! Wan’ it so bad, Daddy.” You’re not even sure what he’s going to do, but what you do know is that Johnny can have you any way he wants, no matter what. “Good girl—so good for Daddy.”
Johnny’s hand—once on your hip—travels up to his mouth, and he pushes his thumb past his lips. He lathers the digit in spit until it’s perfect enough. His thrusts slow down briefly, and you let out a whine that has him chuckling in turn. He pulls it out with a pop before puckering his mouth up and spitting.
A wad of saliva lands right on your puckered hole, and he uses it as a lubricant to stretch the tight muscle with his thumb. Jolts of intensity ride up your spine, and your eyes roll back into your skull as Johnny penetrates your ass with his thumb. “Fuck…” you whine out, immediately adoring the foreign feeling. 
It’s an intrusion that you welcome with open legs. Your nails dig into the skin that surrounds your precious, defiled holes. The older, far more experienced man begins to fuck into you again, and the thrusts mixed with his thumb hooked inside your rosebud have you wailing. “Fuck—Daddy! Oh, gosh…”
“See? Isn’t it so much better when you’re where you should be? Underneath a man who knows how to fuck dirty sluts like you.”
You nod your head as your tits beg to be played with. You ignore them, though, too caught up in how Johnny’s claimed your body. He rams into you with force and accuracy—skill, most of all. It’s almost too much, though. 
His powerful thrusts, thumb stretching your ass, fingers rubbing your clit, and the filth he spews without relent. The combination makes you feel something intense—something you’ve felt a lot with Jake but not so much when you’re alone. “Oh– Daddy!” you cry out.
You’re shaking with leisure as your cunt spasms, squeezing Johnny’s cock and not letting him go. In turn, he forces another orgasm out of you, cursing wildly when streams of liquid flow out of you. Each drag of his cock comes with a spurt, and he even slaps your clit to prolong your climax. Garbled curses leave your mouth after a silent scream. You’re so glad that your home is the last in the neighbourhood’s row before the long walk to the bus stop. No one can hear you, only those who decide to be peeping toms. 
“Fucking shit, peaches. Yeah, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Such a good little slut. What are you, baby?”
“I– I’m Daddy’s good l– little slut,” you slur, mindlessly repeating what Johnny says. You squirt all over him, leaving the older man’s cock dripping in your arousal. His entire cock has been soaked, even down to his swollen, heavy balls. “Yeah, you are. And you’re all stupid, yeah? Not one thought in your brain ‘cause Daddy’s fucking you so good.”
The spurts lessen in size until you’re just squeezing Johnny’s cock. The tightness is better than anything he’s ever felt. Hot fire, similar to the summer’s hot weather, fills you and the older man. He swears he’s never letting you go after this—never neglecting you ever again. “‘M Daddy’s stupid little girl…”
Your words make him groan loudly, and his thrusts begin to grow sloppy. His cock slips in and out of you with utter ease, but he doesn’t dare to leave your perfect pussy. 
“Daddy’s stupid little girl, yeah… Bet you love cum as much as you love cock. You’re a little cumdump for your friend, aren’t you? Yeah, I bet you beg for him to give you his seed every fucking day. You're gonna learn to take my load, peaches. You’re gonna love it.”
Rapidly, you nod your head. It’s almost as if he knows you entirely even though you’ve done most of the nonsensical rambling that he seemingly would ignore. 
“Mmm… Love it so much, Daddy. Wanna be your li’l cumdump… Wan’ you to fill me up with your cream, please. Please, Daddy! I need your cum so badly…” you beg, and it might just be the most obscene thing Johnny has ever heard. “Fuck—fuck—fuck.”
His thrusts suddenly cease as he forces himself deep inside you, pushing as far as possible. Johnny lets out a guttural moan and slips his thumb out of your ass. He looks down and watches the hole gape slightly, making him swear loudly. 
Ropes of sticky, white cum fill you up. The warmth that blossoms inside makes you smile faintly before you bite your lips and wiggle your hips. You grind back on Johnny’s cock, and his hands are quick to grab your splayed ones. “Don’t be a bad girl, peaches,” he warns. You let out a simple giggle. 
Creaminess spills out from the sides of Johnny’s fat cock, unable to stay inside your stuffed-cunt. 
Slowly, Johnny pulls out and leaves you a stretched-out, leaky, needy mess. You bring your arms forward and brace up on them, looking back at the Human Torch with a mischievous look on your face. 
“You did so well, baby. You’re such a good girl—my good little girl.”
With a smirk, you challenge his words. “Really? Your good girl? What about poor little Jakey? You can’t do that to him…”
“I can steal you away if I want to, peaches. And I know you want that as well. But you’re right, it’s a bit rude,” he says with faux sadness, but you can’t see through his facade. “Wai–”
“I guess it’s only fair if I let him have you one last time. Sharing is caring, after all.” 
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'Phantom Pleasure' Masterlist
Johnny Storm x ghost!Reader
When playboy Johnny finds out his new home is haunted, he's half-scared, half-intrigued. You laugh at his jokes and put up with his awful behavior, but since you can't leave, that shouldn't surprise him. After a while, Johnny needs more. He needs to see you, and he needs to know how you died, who you were, and why you're there. How can he get answers if you don't remember? How can he be with you if you still don't exist?
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Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘
Warnings listed at the beginning of each part. Please read all warnings carefully and do not read if those subjects upset you.
Land-Locked Air-Tight Well-Suited
Based on this concept/ask.
Drabbles: Heat Tank (Johnny gets to kiss you for the first time)
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A Johnny Storm One Shot
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Surprise @autumnrose40 !!  Okay, so I had planned for this to go with your gift, but as you can tell, that didn’t work out -__- . This is just a small thank you for being there for me all the time, and listen to me cry and vent about any and every thing. Also, I know that things are tricky right now, so I hope this brightens your day a bit! I love you tons and I hope you enjoy it!
Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the moodboard and literally everything else that you do. I love you!
Word Count: 11,037 (don’t get used to this)
Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!!!), Fluff, Angst, Bit of A Slow Burn, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, SMUT, Insecurity, A Bit of Self Loathing, Bits of Depression, Shitty Ex BF...I think that’s it?
Song(s) That Inspired This Story: You’re Here, Where You Should Be
I do not consent to any of my works/stories being posted elsewhere.
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You try to get lost in the Christmas music you have playing in your office, trying to block out the music that’s being played from the ballroom down the hallway. It’s not that you don’t want to observe the festivities going on for the holidays, but you just feel that it’s not the best idea.
“You don’t have to keep working,” Susan Storm laughs, causing you to jump just a little as she enters your little office with two drinks in hand. “You should be enjoying the party with the rest of us.”
Or, Mrs. Richards. She doesn’t mind either.
“No, I still have work to do, it’s okay-”
“It’ll still be waiting for you when you get back from your holiday break,” she interrupts softly as she takes a seat at the other side of your desk. “Are you gonna go and see your family?”
“Um, no family to see,” you smile awkwardly. “Parents are gone, lost them in the attack on the towers, and I don’t have much a relationship with my siblings. I’m gonna stick to the tradition I’ve been following for about...six years, now? My friends and I make our favorite foods, have a big dinner, and exchange gifts.” “That sounds like fun,” she smiles, finally putting down the drink she brought in for you.
“You didn’t have to-”
“You work hard, Y/N. I know we don’t always acknowledge it, but Reed and I do see how hard you work, and how you come in earlier or stay later than you have to. You deserve a night of fun, even if you don’t stay for the party, you should enjoy being young. How old are you? 22?”
“You’re kind!” you laugh in disbelief. “I turn 28 this year.”
“Seriously?!”
“Good genes,” you smirk and she laughs.
“Well, no one is going to hold you to all of this work. If you want to, we’d love to have you at the party,” she says with all sincerity before getting up. She looks over on your desk and sees the picture of you and Johnny at the beach from last Summer and smiles before walking away.
The teeth he had pull to get you on that bike. Sometimes, his patience truly amazed you.
It’s not like you don’t want to go, but you’re trying to avoid him. Ever since the night you made a move on him, almost two months ago, you’ve made it a point to avoid Johnny Storm at all costs. It’s not like you didn’t try and stop yourself, but Johnny Storm is just that:
A fucking storm.
However, you didn’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost so, you did the only logical thing your drunk brain could come up with: you ran out of the room like a bat outta hell. You know it didn’t mean anything, so you’re not sure why you keep thinking about it. You were both drunk and said he said some things he couldn’t have possibly meant. Drunk men will do and say anything to get into someone’s pants, and why should he be any different? Because he’s a superhero? Because he’s your best friend? What the hell does that mean to you? Yes, like most women, you think he’s gorgeous and, even though you hate to admit it, you’ve spent more than a few lonely nights getting off to the thought of him and all of the things you’re more than sure he can make you feel.
Unfortunately, for you, it’s so much more than that.
You work for the Fantastic Four, and you have for fours years now. You get to see a side of them that the rest of the world doesn’t, and that’s what made you fall so hard for him. You’ve seen him triumphant and you’ve also seen him defeated. You’ve seen him being the sweetest guy while sober, and the biggest douche while drunk. You’ve seen the temper tantrums, while you’ve also seen him step up and take charge.
You have seen every side of Johnny Storm and you can’t help but love him. You know most people don’t see it (or think it for that matter), or believe it, but he is complex. He struggles with being a son his parents would be proud of (maybe that’s why him and Tony Stark get along so well), while also struggling with his own damn personality. Johnny is a fire by default (superpowers be dammed), and he can’t help but be a little reckless. He’s the youngest and has been spoiled since birth.
He doesn’t know how else to be.
That being said, you don’t know how to turn it off. You don’t know how to not want him. He’s nothing but chaos, but for you? Well, for you, he acts like he’ll move heaven and hell for you.
You don’t know how to stop being in love with him.
As you sip the whiskey neat Susan left you, you wonder how the hell you’ll be able to keep handling this job?
How the hell will you be able to handle Johnny Storm?
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Johnny’s P.O.V
Why aren’t you here? I suggested this party just for you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to fight what I feel for you, but it’s...you. Of all the people I expected to fall for, you were who I least expected. Then, I saw you that night a year ago, and you’ve been all I’ve focused on since.
“Johnny, this club is beat!” my date whined before she took a drink of whatever the hell I ordered for her. “Lets go!”
“We’ve only been here for five minutes-”
“And it’s not gonna get any better!”
“Let me finish my drink,” I mumbled, irritated that it was taking me so long to get me to what I wanted.
That’s what I get for hanging around with the crowd that I do.
“Well, make it fast,” she scowled and I rolled my eyes.
It’s not like she was wrong. For a Saturday night, at 11pm, it was pretty dead. Of course, she was scouting for new candidates once I got rid of her, and I just wanted to see if it was anything worth revisiting. I was more than ready to leave as I started to down my drink, but then...
Then, I saw you.
“You can leave if you want. I think I wanna stick this out,” I told my date as I saw you dancing and laughing with your friends to ‘If You Dare’ by Jazmine Sullivan.
“Fine,” she huffed before she ordered another a drink.
I should’ve left, because there was no reason for me to stay. We were friends and I shouldn’t have thought of you in that way. You weren’t like the women I usually dated or flirted with, you stayed focused on your work at all times, you had your priorities straight, you had been through enough and didn’t need me complicating things for you.
You looked so happy and content, and it’d been so long since I’d seen you like that. Yeah, that was on me, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You always wore modest clothes, you never smiled like that while working, you were dancing so freely, and you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world.
I tried, but I just couldn’t look away. As the songs kept playing, and the drinks kept coming, you just became more and more carefree, and it just made me miss you even more.
It’s not like I didn’t believe in real love or relationships, I just didn’t believe in them for me. Seeing you in that moment though...it had me seeing things differently. However, if I’m honest with myself, it started long before that, didn’t it?
“Johnny,” Reed called, pulling my attention away from the X-Games on the screen in front of me, “this is Y/N. Be nice to her, she’s going to help with research and also acting as a receptionist.”
“Don’t tell me you found someone to keep you occupied while Sue is busy,” I chuckled as I looked you over.
You instantly froze at that.
“Johnny!” Reed snapped.
“It was a joke,” I sighed, “it’s nice to meet you.”
“Y-you too, Mr. Storm.”
“God no,” I groaned, “Johnny. Please, call me Johnny!”
“Will do,” you laughed softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”
Something abut that small, innocent laugh made something stir inside of me. I made that remark about you keeping Reed busy while Sue was away, because you looked like the type of nerd he’d fall for. I won’t lie though, I did think you were cute. Shy, quiet, anxious, glasses that were slightly too big for your face, a beige sweater that was too big for you, and little black pencil skirt. You were the type of woman I would’ve secretly crushed on in High School.
From that day on, you did your best to stay out of the way. You were kind to everyone, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry or get angry, you were always two hours too early and stayed three hours later than you needed to, and you rarely ever asked for days off. The days when you weren’t in the building felt empty.
Lonely.
I think what changed things for me was how you treated me after the incident with the Silver Surfer.
“Johnny?” you called softly as you came out onto the balcony.
“Stay back, I might fuck you up too,” I scowled, grabbing another beer from the six pack I brought out with me.
“You didn’t fuck up anything, Johnny,” you sighed as you took a seat next to me.
That was the first time I ever heard you curse.
“Tell that to Reed.”
“You went after the Surfer because it was your job. You didn’t do this to yourself.”
“I almost killed-”
“But you didn’t,” you interrupted softly. “Accidents happen. Are you headstrong and cocky? Absolutely,” you smirked and I couldn’t help but scoff, “but you’re also a good guy who loves his sister, his friends, and wants to do what’s best for everyone else. It was just a bad day. All of this will get sorted out and it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do,” you smiled reassuringly before getting up, “I’ll get out of your hair so you can-”
“No....stay...if you don’t mind. It’s nice...having someone to talk to about this. It’s nice...talking to you,” I muttered as I offered you a beer.
We stayed out there for hours, talking about any and everything. That’s when I learned about your family, your awful money hungry siblings, your shitty boyfriend, your love of art, classic and horror movies, and how much you love to cook.
That’s when I learned that I was in love with you.
Fast forward two months and my luck seemed to change just a bit.
“You can’t be here, Tyler!” I heard you snap softly.
“You’re always here!” Tyler responded with a gruff tone that I didn’t appreciate at all.
How the hell could your boyfriend be getting angry with you for doing your job? Especially when he does nothing to contribute!
“It’s a fucking party-”
“Do you not see how many diplomats are here?! This is much more than a party! Deals are being made, help is being asked for, agreements are being-”
“Another fucking night that you’re not home! You’re coming home with me-”
“Let me go!” you almost yelled. “I have a fucking job to do! A job that pays our bills and keeps food in the fridge, since you lost your fucking job! Maybe, if you’d go out-”
“You little bitch! You know that wasn’t my fault! I-”
“You were drunk on the fucking job, Tyler! You got fired because you don’t know how to get your shit together!”
“You think you’re so much fucking better than-”
“Is there a problem here?” I asked as I made my way out onto the terrace.
“Johnny, everything is fine,” you scrambled frantically over to me, “you don’t have to-”
“Who the fuck are you?!” Tyler interrupted.
“A friend,” I warned as my hands flared up.
I didn’t even mean for it to happen, I was just that concerned and angry. God, what the hell were you doing to me?
“Jesus, you’re fucking the Human Torch?!” Tyler snapped.
“TYLER!”
“You need to leave,” I warned as I made my way over to him, “you weren’t invited and no one wants you here. Leave.”
“Johnny-dammit!” you snapped, touching my shoulder only to find my clothes damn near boiling.
“Fucking stay here if you want,” Tyler snapped, his laugh was condescending, “but I won’t fucking be around when you get back to the apartment. We’re done!” he spat as he stormed off.
“Are you okay?” I asked turning to look at you as soon as he was gone.
“I’m...I’m fine, I’m so sorry...you shouldn’t have had to...fuck!” you winced as clenched your fists, because you forgot all about the burn on your hand.
“Shit! Lets get you inside and wrap that up, okay?”
“No...you go back to the party!” you sobbed as you tried to fight back your tears. “You don’t have to-”
“Hey, lets get you inside, get this wrapped up, and have a few drinks, okay?”
“They’re so many people here to see you-”
“Who gives a shit?” I smirked which gained a small giggle from you. “I have something more important to take care of right now.”
You cried for hours that night and it broke my heart. You hide everything so well, all for the sake of a paycheck, that I sometimes forgot how much you had going on in your life. I forgot about the pain you hid in order to keep your head on straight, the stress you cried yourself to sleep over at night, and the anger you pushed aside so you wouldn’t lose yourself in it.
You make it so easy for people to forget, because you don’t want to inconvenience anyone. You don’t want to feel like you’re a burden, because so many people in your life have made you feel like one. I held you for hours, calmed you down, and convinced you to stay in my room that night. Of course, you protested (not wanting to put me out), but I eventually got you to agree when I lied and told you I usually sleep on the sofa anyway.
I didn’t want you crying all alone in your apartment, and if that asshole would’ve been there when you got home, someone was definitely going to get hurt.
And it wouldn’t have been you or me.
From that day on, I found reasons to be around you. Whether it was keeping you company when you stayed too late, or annoying you until you’d agree to go with me to get lunch.
I don’t know why I was so shocked by how funny you were, but you never failed to make me laugh. Whether it was an offhanded comment, your horrible impersonations of reporters who did stories on the Fantastic Four, or you singing some song you loved off-key, you constantly kept me laughing. You didn’t make a big fuss or catch an attitude when people would crowd around and ask for pictures and autographs, you just stood off to the side and waited for me, always asking if I was okay after all was said and done.
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I scoffed as we got back to the building.
“I know that you love all of the attention that comes with all of this,” you said with that smart-ass smirk of yours, “but I also know that everyone has a limit. It’s a lot to be in the public eye all the time and, on top of that, you’re a superhero. I know how loud it can get in ones brain and I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. You know you don’t have to hide from me,” you smiled up at me, with those big beautiful eyes of yours.
Of course I had to hide from you. Everyone else could see what was happening, except you. I went from wanting to be in your space to needing it. You calmed me, as lame as that sounds. That ego of mine, that always seems to grow by the second, always seemed to come back down to earth when I was around you.
“Johnny, just tell her you like her,” Susan smiled one day when she caught me staring at you from the living area.
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Cause women like her don’t go for guys like me. She’s too smart for me.”
“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Johnny Storm thinks someone is too good for him?” Ben laughed as he made his way down the hall.
“You don’t have any fucking ears,” I scowled with an eye roll.
“Just tell her, kid. She probably feels the same way-”
“No, she doesn’t. She couldn’t.”
“She spends a lot of time with you for someone who doesn’t feel the same,” Sue encouraged.
“It’s better this way-”
“Just got off the phone with, Stark,” Reed interrupted as he rushed into the hallway, “he and Bruce have discovered a cosmic disturbance and it’s headed...did I miss something? Why are we all looking at Y/N? Is she okay?”
“This is the guy you chose to spend forever with?” I asked Sue with a cocked eyebrow.
“Trust me, I question it sometimes too,” she muttered with an eye roll.
“What am I missing?!”
“Just let it go, buddy,” Ben laughed, “what’s wrong with the world this time?”
After that, I did my best to stay away. It would’ve been best for everyone. I don’t know how to do relationships, and you deserve someone who isn’t emotionally stunted.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
“Did I do something wrong?” you asked one day as you cautiously approached the kitchen.
“What? No. Why would you think that?”
“You just...you seem far away. You don’t come and visit me, we don’t get lunch together anymore, you don’t stay with me after work anymore...”
“You’re perfect,” I sighed, hating how much pain was in your eyes, “I just figured I was becoming a distraction for you. Plus, I know there have been some rumors that we’re dating circling around, and I don’t want you getting hassled.”
“That’s outside. Even in here, you avoid me like the plague. I don’t know, I just feel like we haven’t spent time together in forever.”
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. There’s a lot going on.”
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
“I don’t wanna bother you with it.”
“Johnny, if there’s something I did-”
“It’s not you, sweetheart. I promise.”
God, I hated how sad you looked and I hated that I was the reason for it, but I really felt like it would be for the best. For once, I was trying my hardest not to be selfish. I buried myself in as much work as I could, I went back to dating random models and socialites, and I did my best to avoid you.
“You’re a real asshole, Johnny,” Susan scolded as she made her way into my room.
“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you start harassing someone?”
“Johnny, you’re breaking Y/N’s heart!”
“Stop being so dramatic. I’m sure she’s fine-”
“Then why did I just catch her crying in the research office?”
“Susan-”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You spent every waking moment with her, brought her flowers, her favorite foods, stayed late with her every chance you got, and now? Now, you’re back to hooking up with the same airheads and getting into dead end relationships!”
“Susan-”
“You finally found someone perfect for you and you’re just letting her go? For what? Because you refuse-”
“SUSAN!” I snapped, tired of hearing all of the wrong reasons I’m staying away. “Just stay out of it.”
“What am I missing here, Johnny?”
“It’s just better this way. She’s better off this way. Whatever she thinks she feels for me will go away.”
“Johnny-”
“Just stay out of it, Susan, and close the door on your way out.”
I could tell by the way her eye was twitching that she wanted to say more, but just nodded, before leaving and slamming my door shut.
It’s not like it wasn’t hurting me too, but I didn’t do relationships. I never knew how. I didn’t want my first real attempt to be with you, fuck it up, then lose you forever and all together.
You’re entirely too important to me, and if we’re going to be together, I want it to be forever.
So, I pretended to not feel your longing gaze on me when I would walk by, pretended that I didn’t hear quiet sobs at night when you thought we were all off doing something else, and I pretended that I wasn’t the loneliest I’d ever been in my life.
In response to all of the hell I brought upon myself, I was more irritated than usual, more times than not I ignored Reed and did what I thought was best (everyone loved that), I went to pointless parties with empty headed people, and I kept looking for comfort in women whose names I didn’t care to remember.
No, it wasn’t the best solution, but what else could I do? As much as I was pissing everyone else off, they didn’t say anything. Everything was fine until I saw you on that dance floor.
“Those things will kill you,” I smirked, coming up behind you outside as I snapped my fingers and made a small flame appear.
“Mr. Storm!” you gasped as you almost dropped it. “I...I didn’t know you were here.”
“Mr. Storm? Really?” I scoffed as you lit your cigarette with the flame I made you. “When have I ever wanted you to call me that?”
“Things are different now...” you trailed off before you took a drag of your cigarette.
“When did you start that?” I questioned, nodding towards the cigarette.
“Um two months ago? Maybe three, I’m not sure.”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing really, just some shit with my siblings, it’s fine. You should get back to your date-”
“She can wait. What’s going on?”
“Mr. Storm-”
“Stop calling me that.”
“No, it’s better if I don’t. I got too comfortable before-”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did. I don’t know, I thought we were friends-”
“We are friends. You’re my best friend.”
“Best friends don’t just randomly start ignoring each other.”
“I’m sorry. I was going through something and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I’m back though. I miss you.”
“Mr. Storm-”
“Sweetheart, please.”
“Johnny...that really hurt. You just left and you didn’t-”
“I really am sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again.”
“I should get back inside,” you sighed as you dropped your cigarette and stomped on it.
“JOHNNY! OVER HERE!” a photographer yelled as he started snapping away.
“Fucks sake-”
“It’s fine, I’ll head back inside-”
“Let me take you back to-”
“ARE YOU TWO BACK ON?!” another photographer yelled, “WHAT’S HER NAME?!”
“Lets get you out of here,” I growled as I hugged you close, covered your face, and got us a cab.
Once we got inside, you didn’t let me go, and it tugged at my heart more than I thought it would.
“I really missed you, Johnny.”
“I know, I missed you too, babe.”
“Don’t leave me again, please.”
“I promise I won’t.”
From that day on, we went back to how we were almost instantly. You even started inviting me over to your place. Once again, everyone was pushing me to ask you out, but being apart of your life again was more than enough for me. I stopped going out so much, my attitude went back normal (which according to Ben wasn’t much better), and stopped partying (which made Sue happy).
Every night that I had those feelings, I took care of it myself, your name softly leaving my lips every time. If all I could do was want you, that was fine by me. I still didn’t trust myself with you and I had no intention of fucking things up again.
At least, that’s what I told myself at the time. Then, two months ago, I ruined everything.
“Why are you still working?” I pouted as I poked my head inside your office.
“Because there’s still work to be done,” you giggled, not even looking up from the screen.
“It’s 11:30 on a Friday. You know you’ll come in tomorrow and finish up-”
“Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, you never know.”
“Yeah, and do what?” I smirked as you shook your head.
God, you were so damn cute when you got flustered.
“I don’t know. Go to Ithaca and walk down a waterfall.”
“What the hell?”
“You can! I’ve done it before!”
“You’ll have to take me one day,” I laughed, “c’mon, close up shop and lets go.”
“Go where, Johnny? I don’t feel like going to a club, or a bar.”
“I’ll order us some food, we’ll have some drinks, and we’ll watch a movie.”
“We can do that any day.”
“Yes, but I want to do it today. So,” I started as I pushed myself off the door frame, “lets turn all this bullshit off and decide on dinner.”
“Johnny!” you laughed as I pulled you out of your seat.
“You know you’d rather be hanging out with me anyway.”
“You’re nothing but trouble,” you giggled.
“It’s your favorite thing about me.”
Everything was going fine. We ended up getting Chinese food, drinks were flowing, the conversation was great, and we ended up watching the ‘Philadelphia Story’.
At some point, you ended up in my lap, and I was holding you as if I’d never let you go. Yeah, we’d been drinking, but I should’ve known better than to let it get that far in the first damn place.
“Don’t you want that, Johnny?” you softly slurred as you laid your head on my shoulder.
“What? A bunch of tricks and schemes, and a failed wedding?” I laughed, just as drunk as you were as I brushed your hair out of your face.
“No! To rediscover your true love and make it work!”
“Is that you want?”
“I think I just want to find my true love,” you chuckled as your arms snaked up and around my neck.
You felt like home.
“What about you?” you asked softly.
“What about me?”
“What do you want in a soulmate? What are you looking for?”
“I don’t think I’m soulmate material.”
“Of course you are! Everyone is,” you promised sympathetically as one of your hands cupped my cheek.
I should’ve stopped it right then and there, but between the alcohol coursing through my veins and how bad I’ve needed you, I couldn’t have pumped the breaks if I’d wanted to.
“What would I want in a soulmate? Someone like you, I guess.”
“Someone like me?”
“You’re perfect,” I confessed softly as I met your soft gaze.
God, you looked so beautiful. When didn’t you?
“Johnny, you and I both know-”
“You’ve been everything to me for the longest time. If I were looking for someone to spend forever with, it would be you,” I admitted as I tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.
In the blink of an eye, your lips were on mine and it felt like heaven. Everything that I had day dreamed of and imagined, came to life in that moment. When your fingers found their way into my hair, I did nothing to stop them. Even with how tight you were gripping my hair, it was still the closest to heaven that I’d ever felt.
“Y/N,” I moaned as you straddled me.
I had every intention to tell you to stop, but it just felt too damn good. Imagine your favorite dream or fantasy finally becoming real.
This was better than that.
“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” I whispered as I started to trail kissing along the column of your neck. “I’ve needed you.”
“I’m all yours,” you whimpered as your hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt, “I’ve always been yours.”
You broke away for just a second to take my shirt off, and the whimper that left your mouth had me smirking. It was nice to know that you liked what you saw. Once again, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve stopped, but the thought alone was too much for me. Instead, I reached for your panties and ripped them off, having to remind myself not to get too excited.
“Johnny,” you whined, “thought about having you like this for so long!”
“Fuck,” I growled into your neck, trying not to get too rough when I bit your neck “you fucked this perfect little cunt thinking about me?”
“So many fucking times!” you confessed with a moan as you ground yourself against me.
There was no way I was stopping.
“Lift those arms, baby. Gotta get this fucking shirt off. I need to see all of you,” I begged with a husk.
And that’s when everything changed.
“No...no, no! What the fuck am I doing?!” you questioned as mortification showed all over your face.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is...this is all wrong! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you almost sobbed as you got off of me. “Fuck!”
“Y/N-”
“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I have to go,” you sobbed before you ran out of my room.
Since that night, you’ve avoided me like the plague and it’s not like I can be mad at you. I never planned on it going that far, and if it were to ever go that far, I wanted us both to be sober. I can only imagine that you ran off because you didn’t want to be just another trinket.
Another trophy fuck.
Every time I tried to talk about it, you had an excuse not to. Sometimes it was work, other times it had to do with your friends, and sometimes you just told the truth and told me you didn’t wanna talk about it.
I tried to think of a way to make it up to you, but nothing felt right. Flowers felt too small, your favorite food felt like a cop out, and there was no way in hell that you were gonna wanna be alone with me again.I wanted to do something for Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday, but I couldn’t think of anything you’d want to do with me. So, that just left Christmas.
“Sue, why don’t you throw a Christmas party?” I suggested nonchalantly as I sauntered into her office.
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N not speaking to you, would it?”
“She has nothing to do with this. She and I are just fine-”
“You’re a shitty liar when it comes to me, Johnny. So, don’t try it.”
“I just thought it would be nice. We’re invited to every party, but we’ve never thrown one ourselves.”
There was no way in hell that I was about to fess up and say this was all for you. The last thing I needed was everyone giving me unsolicited advice.
“I’m not buying it, but you make a good point,” she sighed as she sat back in her chair. “I’ll talk to Reed about it-”
“You’re not gonna let him be in charge, right?”
“Just because I’m in love with the man, doesn’t mean I’d leave him in charge of any social event,” she scowled and I chuckled.
“Thank you, Sue. I mean it.”
“Whatever is going on between you two will work itself out,” she promised with a reassuring smile.
I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on anything in my life, or been so damn stressed. I made sure to have all of your favorite foods on the menu, your favorite deserts, and your favorite drinks. I’m more than sure I annoyed the hell out of Sue, but I didn’t give a damn. As long as everything was set up how you would like it, I didn’t care who I pissed off.
Now, everyone is here except for you. Going to see you won’t help anything, but even if you don’t forgive me, I at least want you to enjoy a party that was built around you.
“Johnny, standing in a corner and pouting won’t help anything,” Susan sighs coming up next to me.
“This is her favorite song,” I mutter as ‘Silent Night’ starts playing.
“Is that why three different versions of it are on the playlist?”
“I wanna make sure she hears it.”
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“She’s still not here, Sue. Even if she doesn’t wanna see me...they’re a ton of people here and she’s still not here.”
“What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter.” “Johnny-”
“Just drop it, Sue.”
“Well, give it time. I went to see her and, while I can tell that she’s torn, I think she’s going to show up.”
“How are you so sure?”
“I can just tell. When something is right, it just works out,” she smiles before turning her attention back to the crowd, “Natasha! Bruce! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” she beams before walking off.
I pray that she’s right, because I don’t know what took me so long to realize that you’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to. I know that I can be a real pain in the ass and difficult, but I’m willing to work on myself if it means that I can have forever with you.
I’m willing to do any and everything if it means I can make you mine.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the party. All of your favorite foods, you’re more than sure you’ve heard at least four different versions of ‘Silent Night’, every drink option that you love...
It has to be Johnny.
God, why did that night have to happen? Where the hell did your self control go? No, you don’t think Johnny would ever intentionally hurt you, but you also know that Johnny is shit with commitment. It’s not like the man doesn’t try, but you also know that the idea of him being with one person forever terrifies him.
However, that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him so damn much.
You came into the party with the intention of staying out of sight and out of mind, but Ben was in a good mood and pulled you into a conversation about latest research you were helping Reed with until Alicia pulled him away. You tried to get back to your corner of solitude, but somehow, you found everyone wanting to talk to you.
Unbeknownst to you, Reed and Sue had been talking you up. Telling everyone how much they appreciate all the hard work you do, how committed you are to your work, and how your attitude always brightens the mood, no matter how bleak things may seem.
Now, you’re being asked left and right if you’re willing to split your time, if you have any friends that are just as hard working as you, and where you studied Science at (in hopes of finding someone just as dedicated as you). As flattered as you are, you just want to stay in a corner by yourself, quietly scanning the room for Johnny (and whoever he brought as a date), and make sure that he’s happy. For as heartbroken as you’ve been for the last two months, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him happy.
Even if it is with someone else.
Sure, you could go and talk to him and put an end to all of this, but that would mean facing him, and you’re not ready for that just yet. Yes, you were both drunk and got swept away, but you don’t know how to handle it the way you think you should yet. The fact of the matter is: you love Johnny Storm. You have been for a while and you had been doing such a good job at hiding it. You’d seen the type of women Johnny fooled around with, and you knew you’d never live up to those standards. Yeah, he remember what he said that night, but he was also drunk and horny. No, he’s not a bad guy, but you’ve seen him play women before by drawing it out even though it was obvious to everyone else that he had no intention of sticking around. You’d like to believe that you were different, but once again, he was drunk and horny.
Accidents happen all the time.
However, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over again since the whole thing happened: if you could take any of it back, would you? You come to the same answer every time.
Hell no.
Having some of Johnny was better than having none of him, even if it was only for a moment. So, you told yourself that the next time you see Johnny, you’re going to apologize for your actions, promise him it’ll never happen again, and hope that you two can go back to the way things were.
At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.
After a few more uncomfortable conversations, you’re finally able to grab yourself a drink and make your way back into a corner. It seems silly to be in a corner of a party that seems to be catered around the things you love, but you just feel safer. Being in that room full of high profile diplomats and superheros just doesn’t feel right alone. It won’t feel okay unless Johnny is by your side.
“Why don’t you ever come to any of the parties?” Johnny asked you as he met you outside of your apartment complex. “You’re always invited.”
“Those parties are the last place I belong,” you scoffed as you put on the sunglasses he gifted you last week.
He told he got them for you because he was tired of you blocking out the sun with frames that didn’t suit your face.
“Why do you say that?’
“Cause that’s not me...it’s you,” you motioned towards him.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“You constantly save the world, and you’re ‘Mr. Personality’. That whole thing is your scene, not mine.”
“You’ve been huge help on all of those missions-”
“I’m a behind the scenes kind of woman, Johnny.”
“You don’t have to be. You could go with me,” he offered and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s all fun and games until you leave me for some model-”
“You know better than that, sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you alone in a crowd, especially when I know how uncomfortable it’d make you.”
“You’d wanna be seen with me over some shiny model?”
“You’d wanna be seen with me over some fuckin’ book about space and atoms?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk as you let out a full bodied laugh. “Why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you?”
“I’m not the kind of woman you’re ever seen with.”
“That’s because the only time you hangout with me is when we hangout for lunch.”
“When else can we hangout? You’re always busy or fucking.”
“We can hangout whenever you want, just say the word.”
“Yeah okay.”
“I mean it, tell me when you want to hangout and we will.”
“I wouldn’t even know what to do.”
“What are you doing today?”
“Lunch with you and then I was gonna do some more research on-”
“It’s your day off!”
“There’s always more work to be-”
“Yeah no, we’re hanging out. Your schedule has just been cleared. I know exactly what we’re gonna do,” he smirked as he pulled you along with him.
“Johnny-”
“Trust me!”
Usually, you hate Summer. You don’t like the beaches in New York, so there’s never one to go to. Sure, you can go to Jersey, but it’s always crowded and such a hassle to get to that, by the time you get there, you’re not even in the mood to do anything anymore. So, you usually stay in and do your best to avoid the heat, which is impossible because the city is always filled with too many people.
Summer hadn’t been something you’d enjoyed in a while.
However, that day that you spent with Johnny was one of the best days you’d ever had with him. He took you to one his favorite sports bars, spoiled you just a bit with new glasses and a necklace that he saw you eyeing while you waited for him to get off the phone with Reed, took you to his favorite casual restaurant for lunch, took you to the MET (you couldn’t tell but it made his heart so full to see you so happy), accompanied you on a stroll through Central Park, treated you to a movie, took you to dinner at Carmines (how he knew you’d always wanted to go is something you still don’t know), and ended the night with riding you around on his motorcycle (which only took about 20 minutes worth of convincing).
“See? I’m pretty fun to hangout with,” Johnny smirked as you both leaned against his bike, looking out at the view from the Brooklyn Bridge.
“I had the best day I’ve had in a while,” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry about some of the hell we had to deal with today. The paparazzi and the fans-”
“It wasn’t terrible,” you shrugged. “Yeah, I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I felt safe with you.”
“Yeah, hanging with The Torch has the effect,” he said smugly and you burst out laughing.
“Never refer to yourself that way around me ever again,” you breathed once you finally caught your breath. “It has nothing to do with you being ‘The Human Torch’. I just feel safe with you...I trust you. I always have.”
“Yeah? Enough to go to one of these parties with me?”
“I will go to a party with you, I promise,” you giggled.
“Ready for me to take you home?”
“Lets stay here just a little bit longer?” you begged softy.
“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”
You wish you could just go back to that night. Everything was simple, and the both of you were so happy. Now, it’s all a fucking mess.
“Hey,” a familiar voice says softly from behind you. A voice you’ve missed more than you’ll ever be able to put into words.
You told yourself that you’d be gracious about the whole thing that you’d talk to him like an adult. Yet, the second you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you take off running like a deer in the headlights.
In fucking heels no less.
“Y/N! Please!” Johnny yells running after you.
Why are you running? There’s literally no reason to. It’s not like any crimes were committed and you didn’t murder anyone. All you did was almost completely give yourself to the one person your heart burns for.
No big deal.
You’re quick to get inside your office and start pacing, taking deep breaths as you try and calm your nerves. Why can’t you calm down? You can do this! You’ve talked to Johnny about so many things that were much more difficult than this, so what is the problem? You just want him back in your life, so you need to stop hiding from him (literally), and grow up.
“Wh...when the fuck did you...become a fast...fast runner?” Johnny breaths as he leans against your door.
“I’m sorry...” you mumble, toying with fingers and looking at your feet.
“Can you please talk to me? This is insane! It doesn’t have to be like this!”
“I know and I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything, but its turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”
“Why? Yes, things got...heated, but we’ve always been able to-”
“We’ve never even kissed before, Johnny. That night...it’s not the same.”
“We’ve talked about more complicated things than almost hooking-”
“Johnny, I love you. I am so in love with you and I...I had planned on keeping it to myself, because you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine! I was fine with how we were, but then we kissed and said things...my panties came off...I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it’s hard, because now you know. I made the first move, I said what I said...I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t be around you yet,” you finish softly.
Wow, that came out a lot easier than you expected.
Since he isn’t responding you keep going, “I’m happy to just be your friend, Johnny. You’re always going to be my best friend, but I know we can’t be together, and I can’t take seeing you with other women yet and-”
“Why not?”
“Why not what? Why can’t I take seeing you with other women? Johnny, I just told you I’m in love with you-”
“No, why can’t we be together?”
“Is that a joke? You don’t-”
“I can-”
“Johnny-”
“For you, I can do anything,” he promises sincerely as you finally meet his gaze.
“Lets not do this-”
“I love you, Y/N. I love you and I have for a while now. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more all of it spiraled out of control. Why do you think I stayed away for those four months? I was trying to get over and distance myself from you, because I didn’t want to fuck all of this up. I didn’t want to ruin your chances with someone else by breaking your heart. I really did my best to leave you alone, but I was miserable without you, which I think speaks volumes about how much I love you. Even with Raye, which we both know it’s because of me that didn’t work out, I wasn’t all that broken up about it. Yeah, I hated that I hurt her, but you saw how quickly I bounced back from that. I can’t bounce back from you, Y/N. I can’t and I don’t want to.”
“Johnny-”
“I’m loneliest when I’m without you, I’m constantly in a shitty mood when we’re not speaking, whenever I’m out fighting to save the world I’m only thinking of saving you, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, I listen to your voicemails when we’re not talking because it’s the only thing that soothes me, your touch is what I crave more than anything else in the world, I’m lost when you’re not around...I am so insanely in love with you. I love you to the point that it hurts.”
“Johnny...”
“If you don’t want this, that’s fine, but I think you do. I think you want this as bad as I do,” he states softly as he makes his way over to you.
“You don’t...you don’t like relationships. You said so yourself that they’re just not for you because you don’t wanna be chained to someone-”
“That was before and it was stupid for me to say that. I don’t know, I just...I don’t feel like that with you, sweetheart. If you want me to stay away, I understand and I’ll do just that,” he promises softly as he stands in front of you.
“I...I didn’t say that,” you confess, looking down at your fingers.
Using his forefinger, he gently lifts your chin so your gaze is on him, “tell me what you want.”
“I want to believe that you want this, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a while and...I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me, but I know you, Johnny. I know...how you act and that commitment scares you and I don’t want to be-”
“I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t serious about this. Serious about us.”
“Johnny-”
“There’s no one on this planet, or the others for that matter, that I find more beautiful than you. No one gets me like you do, no one cares for me like you do, no one...loves me like you do, Y/N. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I don’t look at anyone else, and I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to and that’ll never change.”
“Say it again,” you beg softly as he leans in closer.
“You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to,” he breathes softly, his face a mere few inches from yours, “and that’ll never change.”
Before you have a chance to think of an argument, his lips are on yours and you’re gone. Yes, you still have your fears and reservations, but you miss Johnny. You already missed him when you weren’t around, but now that you’ve kissed him and felt his hands all over you in that way, you crave it more than anything else in the world.
You crave him.
“Johnny,” you moan as he kisses down your neck.
In all honesty, you wanna tell him to stop, but you can’t seem to form the words or remember why. Instead, you wrap your legs around him as he picks you up and places you on your desk. What’s the point of stopping anyway? You believe him and it’s starting to become very clear that you two are no longer able to keep your hands to yourselves when along together.
“I fucking missed you,” Johnny growls, hiking up your skirt then ripping off your panties, “never letting you go again.” “Fuck!” you gasp at the feel of his thumb on your clit.
You’re more than sure the warmth flooding through your body has nothing to do with his power.
“So fucking wet already? We’ve barely gotten started,” he smirks teasing your cunt with his fingers.
“Pl...please,” you whimper softly, “dreamt of this for so long!”
“Tell me what you’ve dreamt of,” he coos as slowly sinks two fingers into your desperate and greedy cunt.
Right now, you love him just as much as you hate him for torturing you.
“Having...having you all to myself, loving me, pulling me...apart, oh my God!” you cry out at the feel of him curling his fingers. “John...Johnny please!”
“Tell me more,” he pushes, picking up his pace just a little, applying just a bit of pressure to clit, which only makes you cry out in pleasure as you start grinding yourself against his fingers. “You’re a fucking dream, babygirl. Tell me!”
“Fuck! I’ve thought about...oh Johnny,” you moan, lulling your head back as you feel a warm sensation on your clit, kicking shoes off and curling your toes.
“Never thought I’d ever have you like this, baby. So fucking perfect, baby. Gotta tell me more or I won’t let you cum, and I can tell just how bad you want to by the way this pussy is squeezing my fingers,” he chuckles, easily sliding in a third.
“Jesus!”
“No, just Johnny,” he teases as he picks up his pace. “C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me more!” “Aht! I’ve...I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees eating my pussy while fingering my ass, want...wanna taste you so fucking bad, Johnny!”
“Fuck,” he growls, no longer teasing you, and you can tell he’s desperate to give you whatever you want. “Keep going, babygirl!”
“Dreamt of you fucking me hard and fast, claiming and making me all yours! I wanna feel you so deep inside my pussy, baby!”
“Give it to me, sweetheart! Be a good girl and cum hard for me!”
Your body has been ready to obey anything Johnny has to say for years, so you’re not surprised that you squirt hard on his fingers as the words leave his mouth. You’d be embarrassed, but you’ve wanted this for so long that you just can’t be bothered to feel any shame. All the cards are laid on the table now, so he may as well see every side of you.
Not just the parts that are work appropriate.
Johnny grips your neck with his free hand before puling you upright and crashing his lips into yours, “who knew my perfect girl was so filthy?” he broods once you two break apart, still fucking you through your high.
“Need you, Johnny! Please!”
“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, I promise,” he smirks, removing his fingers and bringing them up to your lips, “open.”
Keeping your gaze on him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue, your pussy clenching around nothing at the feral growl that leaves his mouth.
“Suck ‘em clean, sweetheart,” he commands, as he gets down on his knees.
You feel his breath on your core when you remember, “not here!” you mumble around his fingers. “The cameras!”
You hear him mumble incoherent against your folds and you whine in pure want, needing one of you to come with a solution fast. Thankfully, Johnny’s on his feet almost instantly, taking your hand in his while he removes his fingers from your mouth, and pulls you along with him.
“Follow me, sweetheart,” he broods, practically jogging down the hall.
At least he’s just a desperate for you as you are for him.
He pulls you into the elevator with him, hits a button without even looking at it, before pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately. One of his hands snakes its way up your skirt, and you moan into the kiss as he starts fucking you with two fingers.
“They’re cameras in here too,” you giggle with a breathy moan as he starts biting and sucking on your neck.
“A little making out in the elevator never hurt anyone,” he smirks before licking the spot he just bit.
“And how about getting fingered?”
“They can’t see that, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before biting the shell of it.
Johnny Storm is gonna be the death of you.
When the elevator finally arrives at the floor he selected, you whine in protest when he removes his fingers, and is pulling you out of the elevator. In almost no time at all, he has you pinned against his bedroom wall and is kicking his door closed before getting on his knees.
“You don’t know how much I’ve gotten off to the thought of eating this perfect little pussy, baby,” he groans before licking your clit.
This must be what heaven feels like.
“Oh my fuck...Johnny! Yes!” you cry out, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, gripping them tight before grinding your your pussy against his face.
He easily slides two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them as they give you a warm sensation. When you feel his lips pulling on your clit, you lull your head back and hike your right leg over his shoulder, granting him better access to your greedy cunt so he can fuck you deeper. His free hand travels up your side, finding yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.
The small gesture makes your flutter and fall in love even more.
“I love you so much...Johnny! Need to feel you, please!”
Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, or maybe it’s because he’s just as desperate as you, but your pleas doesn’t fall on deaf ears. He starts licking and sucking on your clit with such ferocity, you won’t be surprised if the whole hears you as you yell his name, a euphoric cloud washing over you as you coat his fingers and lower half of his face with your desire, gaining a grunt of approval from him as he fucks you through your high.
“I will be back down here tonight,” he promises as he kisses his way up your body, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall freely to the ground, “ but right now, I wanna get lost inside of you.”
“Please,” you whisper once he’s on his feet again, unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can.
“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”
“Too late to turn back now, and I don’t want to. I love you and I want this with you, I want everything with you.”
“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” he smiles before crashing his lips into yours.
Clothes come off easily, and they’re no sounds other than the desperate and hungry kisses you both are giving one another. His skin is heated and his touches are soft and, for the moment, you can’t remember what the hell you were so afraid of. Being here with Johnny, like this, and having him all to yourself is all you’ve ever wanted. You know the fear will come back later when all is said and done, but with the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, and has always looked out for you, it’s hard to believe that he would ever hurt you.
It’s hard to believe that this isn’t meant to be.
“Lay back, baby,” you tell him breathlessly as you softly push him back, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”
“You are nothing like I imagined,” he smirks and you laugh softly.
“Is that good or bad?”
“So fucking good,” he broods as you dip down lick the tip of his heated length. “Fuck,” he sighs as he grips the sheets.
“Just relax, baby. Let your good girl make you feel good.”
No, giving Johnny Storm (aka the Human Fucking Torch) a blowjob probably isn’t your best interest, but you’ve dreamed about it too long to not do it.
You smooth your hand over his abs, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try and figure out how you got so lucky, while you’re hand strokes him in an attempt to prepare yourself for his size and length.
“Just relax,” you coo before finally getting your mouth on him, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.
“Shit! That’s it, babygirl! Fuck, just like that!” he moans as you start to take as much of him as you can.
Your movements are slow at first, taking more of him bit by bit as you relax your throat to accommodate him, falling in love with the way that you’re making squirm beneath you and breathe heavy. Once you’re finally able to fully accommodate him, you’re unable to to control yourself when you pick up your pace as your hand starts to play with his balls.
“FUCK Y/N!” he proclaims, eyes clenched shut as he tries to control himself.
You run your hand over his his abs in an attempt to calm him, but it’s useless because you’re too worked up yourself. You turn your gaze up towards him to find that his gaze on you is intense and heated. In fact, you’re more than sure you see a little orange tint around his eyes, and it only turns you on more to see how much you’re playing with fire.
Literally.
“Not gonna....fuck, I’m so....FUCK!” he exclaims, filling your mouth to the brim, bucking his hips a little as he fucks all of it into your mouth.
You ignore the desperate longing between your legs as you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer, wanting to make sure you don’t miss a single drop.
“You okay?” you smirk once you’ve cleaned him to your satisfaction.
“I need to be inside of you right now, get your ass on top of me,” he growls as you giggle.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you promise as you straddle him, rocking your hips against his, your soaked lips dragging along his cock.
“I want you to do whatever you want...whatever will make you happy, sweetheart. I’m yours to use however you want,” he moans as his hands start to travel up your body.
“I want to make you as happy as you’ve always made me,” you moan, adjusting yourself so you can align him with your entrance. “I wanna show you just how much I love you...SHIT!” you cry out once you start to slide down on him.
You’ve never been so full and you’re not even half way down.
“Oh my GOD!” you whimper, loving the delicious burn of him stretching you. “Fuck!”
“Never had a cock this big before, sweetheart?” he questions with a cocky grin, with his mouth slightly agape.
“N-no, but...I can t-tell you’ve never been in a pussy t-this tight!” you moan, finally settling against his hips.”Tell me how good it feels baby,” you moan, pressing your hands against his chest, the hairs a welcome comfort as you dig your nails into his pecs.
“Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever been inside of,” groans as he grips your hips tight, the heat radiating from his hands sending you closer to release. “Thought having you like this to myself for so long, and God, you’re better than any fucking fantasy that I ever came up with...fuck! That’s it, baby!” he encourages as you pick up your pace, rolling your hips against him. “So fucking beautiful!”
“S-so fucking close!” you whine, clawing at his chest, finding that spot deep inside that only ever seemed to exist when you used your vibrator. “Aht, aht! YES!” you cry out, squirting hard as you try and ride out your high.
You’re only left in charge for a second before Johnny wraps an arm around yourself, and sits upright which only pushes him in further.
“FUCK!”
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he broods, gripping your hips before starting fucking into you relentlessly.
“Johnny! Please...feels too good!”
“I’ve been watching you for so long, imagining what it would be like to be worthy of you...your love...fuck, the way this cunt squeezes me!”
“Never felt this good!”
“Gonna spend all night showing you just how much I love you...how much I’ve needed you,” he mumbles into your chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it.
“Fuck!” you gasp, running your hands through his hair as you try to hold on, still tying to recover from the last orgasm.
His tongue is deliciously vicious against your nipple, showing no mercy at your desperate whimpers and pleas, not even when tears start forming in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good in your life, and while you’re more than sure you’ll be sore tomorrow, it’ll be more than worth it. You’ve been waiting for this forever and there’s nothing that could make you regret it.
You’ll never regret giving all of yourself to him.
“Mmm Johnny! Too much!”
“I know you can give me more,” he encourages with a husk, looking up to see you in your blissed out state. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, his skin getting just a bit hotter, sending you over another euphoric waterfall.
At some point, you’re going to need to remember to invest in aloe.
“Ya know, I don’t think my bed has ever been this wet,” he chuckles, before getting you on your back and starting to fuck into relentlessly. “I think I wanna make this a nightly thing,” he husks, entwining fingers with one of your hands, while the other is planted firmly by your head.
“Oh my GOD!”
“What do you think about that, babygirl? Hmm? Be my good girl during the day....my filthy, desperate little thing at night?”
“Johnny...” you sob, that knot in your core tightening again.
He dips down and whispers against your ear hotly, “I think that’s exactly how it should be. Cause you were made for me, just like I was made for you.”
You feel your legs start to tremble as another orgasm starts to build, and you truly wonder if you’ll be able to last the rest of the night after this one.
“C’mon babygirl, I need it. Please,” he rasps into the crook of your neck as his movements become erratic.
“Too much! I...I...FUCK!”
“Y/N!” he shouts as he fills you with his seed, you squirting on his cock, only soaking the bed even more.
As you fade out of consciousness, you try to remember if you’ve ever felt so full and loved in your life, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t.
“You okay, sweetheart?” you faintly hear him ask, and you only have enough energy to nod. “Did I take it too far for you?” he chuckles and you giggle.
“No baby, I just need a minute, “ you smile up at him. He dips down and starts peppering kisses all over your face and you start laughing, “don’t tell me that you’re a giant softie underneath that giant ego of yours.”
“You know it’s only for you. Its always only ever been for you,” he groans as he pulls out, before laying down beside you and pulling you close.
“And why is that, Johnny Storm?” you question as you lay your head on his chest, feeling secure and like you’re loved.
“Because I love you.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you,” he chuckles before kissing the top of your head.
“I don’t know if I should even bother giving you the actual Christmas gift I got you,” you smirk as you start to press soft kisses along his chest.
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighs, and you can tell he’s getting worked up all over again.
“Hmm? Why’s that?” you ask, propping yourself up on one arm, while the other softly stokes his chest.
“Because,” he starts, cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “you were all that I wanted, and it’s been that way for a long time now, Y/N. You were all that I had on my Christmas wish list.”
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dungeonpuppykai · 19 days
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Loved the storms & i’m in desperate need of a nsfw pt2 where she calls him sir in bed ughhh 😫
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Here at your service babe. And I am very much aware that this is late af I am trying my best here please. Also I so, so, so appreciate your feedback on the story because I put a lot of love into it. Hope you enjoy~ (that is, if you even see it I know I am awful omg) 🩷
Find the original story/ 'Part 1' -> HERE <-
Warning(s): D/s dynamics, groping, kissing, sir kink, p-in-v cockriding, dacryphilia, very light choking. Minors do not interact.
- You had forgotten all about the slip up that you had had in the kitchen this morning due to the chaotic day that had followed it. Your husband stood beside you and adjusted Torus' blanket as you both tucked him in last. 
- Bidding him goodnight, you two turn the lights off and come back to your room, hand in hand as you crack your neck, completely oblivious to the smile that is ever growing on Johnny's face. 
- It's only after you have washed up and changed for the night that he speaks his mind from the bed as he is already in it, grinning at you from across the room while you rub lotion onto your arms. 
- "It's been a while, you know?" You are so engrossed in the fading of the body lotion against your skin that you almost miss it.
- "Huh?" Your eyebrows raise as you look up at him, distracted. 
- Your husband is clad in only some Calvin Klein boxers, handsome body propped up against one elbow as tilts his head to the side. "Sir" the imitation is nearly perfect as he catches the manner in which it rolls off your tongue all the way down to the waver that arises in your voice whenever you say it. 
- Five kids later and you still flush like the virgin that Johnny Storm had taken for a joyride on his heavy bike all those years ago. 
- You remain quiet for a few moments as your hand halts its movement.
- "... I have no idea what you mean" Johnny snorts. 
- He loves the push and pull.
- "Yeah?"
- The attempts at defiance. 
- "Y- Yep."
- Because then he can put you in your place and remind you who is boss. 
- One of your husband's eyebrows arch as he slightly tilts his head to the side. "So, are you saying that if I tell you to come here and present that pretty little body to me right now you will decline?" 
- You stifle a whimper and try to puff your chest out. 
- "Y- Yes." His other eyebrow shoots up to meet its companion and he can't help but chuckle in disbelief. "You are not the boss of me." You're not sure if you really mean it or if you just want to instigate him. 
- "Is that so?"
- Your thighs press together under your loose silk nightie when all playfulness suddenly drains from his face. 
- "It is." 
- The magazine in his hand claps to a close as he sits up straighter, no longer smiling or affable. 
- "Come here, little girl" the sternness of his tone makes up for the low volume as he nods towards his side of the bed. 
- You are on your feet before you know it; body fine tuned to his commands. As you chew on your bottom lip and close the distance between your husband and yourself, his eyes never part from yours. 
- "Present" his blue eyes are dark with both lust and limitless authority as he signals you to climb on with another nod towards the bed. 
- You bend and place one hand on the mattress before accompanying it with the other, crawling over the soft covers and bending your knees to prop your lower half up. 
- In a matter of moments, you are laying on your back with your arms above your head and legs spread wide apart. Your bunched up nightie rests on your throat as you pant and watch your husband for another command. 
- The proud expression on Johnny's face is evidence that he's pleased. 
- "Mm, that's what I thought" his smooth voice is low when he leans over you, letting his blue orbs roam all over your form like it's his first time seeing you like this.
- A whimper escapes you when one of his warm hands connect with your skin and smooth out the goosebumps that have arisen due to the room temperature's contact with it. 
- Johnny starts with your stomach and brings them up to your chest, thoroughly palming and squeezing it as his fingers brush over your erect nipples. 
- "Who do these belong to?" You don't waste a breath. 
- "Y- You" his eyebrow raises at your audacity. 
- "And…" His fingers are heating up against your skin as he trails them down your torso, stopping momentarily to rub the base of your stomach before lowering down to cup against the curve of your sex. "Who am I?" Your small gasp drowns under his voice. 
- The challenging submissive overpowers the devoted wife and you whisper out, "Hubby." 
- He's had enough.
- It's been so long.
- And you're not making it easy for either of you. 
- "This here little girl needs a lesson in manners, doesn't she?" The tenderness of his free hand that caresses the side of your face is in contrast to his tone. 
- Fine. 
- Two can play this game. 
- It happens before you can even comprehend it. 
- One moment Johnny is feeling you up and the next, you have been placed atop his dick by his firm hold between your legs. 
- "Go ahead, dear~" you are already so wet that you can barely contain yourself. 
- Your naivete makes him harder. 
- The male bends both his arms behind his head and lazes against the headboard, letting his perfect body that is a bit heavier than when you were younger due to your love and cooking flex. 
- As you greedily uncloth his cock to position your leaking slit against his head, he lets his eyes wander over your oblivious form.
- Fuck. 
- His dick twitches. 
- Johnny loves to make you ride his cock in all your pretty little nighties. 
- Your disheveled hair, pearly skin, flushed cheeks, parted mouth, hand placement that is either in your hair or against his hard chest, erect nipples poking through the soft fabrics and the faint outlines of your body that he can make out through the gowns while you bounce on his cock with your trembling thighs is a euphoria unrivaled. 
- Tonight is different though. 
- You realize it after some minutes of sloppy tossing of your body in a vertical fashion. 
- Johnny is not assisting you by moving his hips in one of the rhythms typical to this position. 
- When you zero in on his expression to see what is wrong, he looks unbothered and somewhat bored even. 
- What? 
- You can't do this all on your own!
- You always need his help!
- His dick is way too huge for you to handle by yourself. 
- "Dear!" You're so needy it hurts. "Move, please!" The pressure between your hips is painfully tight and your loins burn hot. 
- You're confused and even somewhat irritated at his smug expression until he speaks. 
- "I don't know, you seem pretty capable and big enough to take care of yourself to me, dear" the sarcastic edge to the endearment can cut through stone. 
- You cry out in frustration as your folds and hips bang against his abdomen unsatisfyingly. 
- Your need to mount his dick had been so dire that it had completely slipped your mind.
- If you were even smart to realize the cynicism behind his actions, that was. 
- "No, no!" You shake your head as you whine out in absolute exasperation. "Not big! Not capable at all, sir!" And the smugness on his face depends. 
- Johnny always gets what he wants. 
- Your husband cruelly yawns before bringing one of his hands in front of him to examine his nails as though he doesn't have a crying wife on his cock. 
- "Oh, what was that?" You sob when he refuses to acknowledge your existence in the room.
- You jump to grab the hand and grip his hand with both of yours like your life depends on it.
- It's no good and has started to hurt.
- But you need him so bad. 
- "Not a big girl, sir! Can't do it without you! Need you for everything, sir!" You make it sound so earnest that it's almost heart warming. "Please, sir! Need you so bad!" 
- "Hm" Though he lets you holds his hand against your chest, he does not move. "So why don't we try that again?" His fingers untangle from yours to wrap around your throat. "Who am I?" He only speaks when he had curled your body to eye level.
- "Sir, you're sir!" You desperately try to kiss the hand that nearly chokes you. 
- Johnny hums and suddenly you're on your back with your arms above your head, a loud yelp escaping you because of how his cock slams against your gspot deep within your cavern. 
- "That's what I thought." 
- You best believe the kids will be ridiculing you for your infamous penguin walk all through tomorrow. 
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abbatoirablaze · 2 months
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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Alone In A Crowded Bed
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: slight angst
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“And in recent news yet another woman has come forward-“
“Turn that damn thing off, will you sweetpea?” Sweetpea frowned at her benefactor but said nothing as she turned off the large screen television and turned her attention back to him.  Johnny smiled, eyes still closed as he stretched out, pushing some of the other girls a little further away from his naked form.  His eyes opened and he opened his arms, gesturing her towards him, “come back to bed, sweetpea…let’s have ourselves a very good morning.”
A few of the girls murmured a few unappreciative remarks, but they stopped when Johnny opened his eyes once more and shot them glares.
“Why don’t you girls make yourselves useful and get us something to eat!” he suggested, “you both proved that you were tired out after a round or two.”
Trisha removed herself from the bed, agreeing, and Johnny slapped her ass on the way out.
“Atta girl.  Jenna,  why don’t you see if Barnes and Rogers are freed up.  I wanna talk to them about getting a girl for the weekend.”
She made another remark to which Johnny frowned, “what was that?”
“Nothing, Johnny,” she lied, batting her lashes at him, “I’ll go see if they’re free for you.”
“If they aren’t, send Bunny down…I know the super soldiers gave her the authority to help out.”
“Yes sir…”
“Good girl!” he smirked, slapping her ass as she walked out as well.  Johnny sat up in the bed looking at Sweetpea, “You gonna make me get out of this nice warm bed and get you?”
“You’re just as warm as any bed, Johnny!”
He smiled, “Exactly.  So come back to bed, sweetpea…let me warm you up!”
“IS that a request, or a demand?” she teased, stalking back towards the bed. 
Johnny smiled, watching the younger woman crawling back towards him in his shirt, “you know…you’re lucky I let you get away with that mouth.”
“It’s because I’m your favorite.” She grinned, “and I know just how much you like it when that mouth is wrapped around your cock!”
“You are…” he admitted thoughtfully, “and I do love it.  It’s just too bad you’re hooked on someone else and not me.  You know I’d spring you from this place and buy you out in a heartbeat if you would let me.”
She frowned, “Johnny…don’t start up on that.”
“I know you watch the news every day since that cop outside the city was shot,” he frowned, “I know what you’re doing.  I know you watch to make sure that he doesn’t show up on the news…”
“Lee doesn’t mean-“
“Lee,” he chuckled, cutting her off, “see, most girls wouldn’t call him by his first name, let alone try defending him.”
“He’s not as bad as they think.”
“Lot of the girls talk,” he chuckled, snapping his fingers until a spark and flame appeared between them, “lot of them say he likes to get a little fiery with his play…”
“They say the same about you.”
He shrugged, the flame going out on its own, “there’s a difference between me and Bodecker.  I’m a young, in-shape superhero…he’s an aging, overweight sheriff.   Women here put up with a little more if you’ve got more pull.”
“I think Lee’s got plenty of pull, Johnny…”
“That why you still let me pick you up?” he asked, “why you stopped letting him take you upstairs to your room?”
She frowned, “now you’re just being mean, Johnny.”
“Just honest, Sweetpea…”
“I don’t think I like your honesty…”
“Never stopped us before,” he replied with a shrug, “you give it just as well as you take it.  And you only take it when the good sheriff has pissed you off.  So what did he do this time?”
“Just the usual…”
“Oh, that all?” he chuckled, “Lee’s a little worried that he’ll buy out your contract and you’ll change your mind and leave him, so he refused to buy you out when you asked again?”
“Johnny…”
“That why you wanna be alone in a crowded bed, sweetpea?” he asked, “because I know we both felt the same thing last night when all of us were just a tangle of limbs, in a mess of sweat, and orgasms…”
“And what’s that?”
“We were both wondering what the hell we’re doing in a place like this.” He sighed, “especially when we both know that we’re worth so much more than just meaningless orgasms.”
“I had no other option, Johnny.”
“You were working at Stark Towers as an assistant to Barnes and Rogers,” he chuckled as he shook his head, “you always had an option…you just thought you could go off and play live-in whore to get away from your problems because no one bothered to notice you beforehand.”
“And you figured if you stuck your dick in enough of us, you’d forget how alone you are.”
“Sweetpea, I don’t ever forget how alone I am.  Ever…” Johnny chuckled, “I know it…every date I go out on, every woman I fuck, every time I see anyone I know living some bullshit, happy, fulfilled life I remember that no one will ever truly love someone like me…”
“And why couldn’t they?” she asked, “Sue and Reed had each other.  Even Ben has a wife.”
“Because my other half doesn’t exist.  Fire always finds a way to burn it down,” he reminded her, “and in the end, it’s just me…alone in a crowded bed.”
“You’ve got me, Johnny…we can be alone in a crowded bed together.”
“I’m taking you for the weekend,” he said after a moment, “going to pull you from the dollhouse.  We don’t need these others in our way…”
“And why would you do something like that, Johnny?”
“Because I’m going to drop you off on the good sheriff’s front porch…and you’re going to tell him how you feel,” he said firmly, “you two have been avoiding each other for long enough.  And if you don’t tell him, he’s just gonna keep his distance, and you’re going to be a brat and let him do it…and there’s no reason for two people that belong together to go on thinking they need to be alone in a crowded bed.”
“How do you know how he feels, Johnny?” she growled, feeling angry at being told that she was going to have to confront Lee about what was going on, “he left me in that room.  He told me that he was not going to buy me out.”
“And we both know that you are one of the few girls that don’t have to be bought out,” he reminded her, “you’re just testing him, and it’s not funny!”
“I’m not trying to be funny, Johnny…” she spat, pushing herself out of the bed, “how hard is it for you to get it through your head that maybe I gave up my life because there wasn’t anything to it.  That maybe Steve and Bucky offered me the freedom in being one of their girls.  Here I’m wanted.  Here I-“
“Am a hole to fuck!” he agreed, cutting her off, “don’t get me wrong, sweetpea.  You’ve become one of my best friends in here…one of the only chicks that I can have a conversation and a mind-blowing orgasm with, but I know you and Lee have feelings for each other.  And I’ll be damned if I let you throw that away because you two are both too stubborn to see the other person’s side.”
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thornsnvultures · 1 year
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Johnny Storm x fem!Reader
455 wc, smut, fluff, possessive bf!Johnny
18+ blog, minors dni or you will be blocked (and maimed)
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"That's my girl."
If you could bury your face deeper into the crook of Johnny's neck you would. Your face is warm and not just from the subtle heat radiating off his body.
"You okay, bunny?"
You hum into his skin. His pulse thumps a strong, steady beat under your lips.
It's cold, the first snow of the season has come early even for the small mountain town you and Johnny are staying in for the weekend. But you can barely tell, wrapped in the arms of your furnace of a boyfriend. His soft, cream colored sweater is the only piece of clothing you have on, your bottom half covered by a quilt that Johnny pulled off the back of the couch and draped over you both. He didn't want you to feel cold for a second, even between the multiple rounds of lovemaking that started since you got to the cabin and had only stopped moments ago.
He was warming you from the inside out, every inch of you claimed by him. And he wouldn't let you forget it.
"Who's pussy is this?"
"Y-Yours, Johnny," you whimpered as his hips pistoned into you from below, holding you still with a tight grip on your hips.
"That's right, bunny. My pussy. Only I can make you feel this good."
If it was anyone else you'd roll your eyes and scoff, but the fact that your eyes were already rolled back in your head from four, no, five orgasms proved his point for him. No one had ever made you feel this good before. No one made you feel this wanted, this cared for, this loved until Johnny came into your life. Sure he was cocky and a bit of a brat, but he was always there with a smile and his arms open wide for you to run to, to hold you and comfort you like you were his whole world. His everything.
"Give me one more, bunny. One more. Need to feel you squeeze me dry, baby."
Your legs shook around Johnny's trim waist as he bounced you on his cock, his fingers rubbing at your oversensitive clit.
"Johnny!"
You bit into his shoulder as you came, collapsing against his sweaty chest.
"Fuck," Johnny growled as his hips jerked and his cock spilled his spend into your tight, wet heat. You could feel pulse after pulse, seemingly endless until it slipped out around his cock, dripping onto his balls and the couch below.
You're both still, enjoying just being in each other's arms with no intention of moving any time soon. Johnny's hand moves from your hip to your back, rubbing soothing circles as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.
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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year
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What’s Wrong & What’s Right, Part 6
Summary:  How did Johnny get involved? 
Pairings:  Johnny Storm X Reader
Rating:  explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, A/B/O dynamics, unprotected sex, smut, PIV sex, knotting, breeding kink, forced prostitution, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:   2.7K
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“Imagine seeing you here again,” Nick stops Johnny at the door.  His hands pushing up against his chest, “Price is doubled.”
“Doubled?” He gives Nick an annoyed laugh, handing over his black card.  “Am I allowed to ask why?”
“Why are you coming here four to five times a week?  A Beta like you, surely you could get anyone.  You have fame, money, why her?” Nick takes a big sniff of Johnny, and the younger man pleads that all his precautions are working.  Hoping that his natural Alpha scent doesn’t come through, because he was desperate to touch your skin.  “Mmm, did his card clear?”
“Yes, Alpha,” the old woman says from behind the desk.
“Johnny, I’m watching you.  You’re growing attached to my Omega,” interesting choice of words that he was using.  Johnny’s face remains unmoving.  You were not Nick’s Omega.  He made sure of that.  Made sure that you were slicked up and ready to take his knot.  Showing him your mating gland every time he was sitting deep inside of you.  He had you needy for him.  Begging for him.  Nick reaches behind the desk, pressing a button to unlock the door.
Johnny didn’t need to be shown to your room.  He is well aware of your location now.  Strutting down the hallways, and none of the other Omegas even knew.  They were idiots, and you were such a smart one.  Scenting his designation immediately.  Just like you were truly meant to be his.
Opening up your bedroom, you pace around in nothing but one of his button up shirts.  You had worried your lip raw, and you turn to look at him.  Unbuttoning the shirt and holding it open for him.  “Johnny, I need you to knot me.  And I need you to mark my mating gland.  It hurts.  It hurts so bad now.  You’re my Alpha.  I don’t want August, and I can’t stand the scent of Nick.  I pushed him out of here earlier.  He tried to touch what was yours.  Please, I don’t wanna be here anymore.”
Tears spill out of your eyes, and he understands Nick’s reserve earlier.  He definitely could probably feel you losing interest in Nick.  Stupid man only had himself to blame.  You grab at Johnny’s hand and put it on your mound.  Guiding his fingers until they were in your warmth.  Moaning at the way he felt in you.
“It just hurts so bad when you’re not here.  I need you always.  I need you in me.  Please, Johnny.  I’ll be your perfect Omega.  I just need it,” the whole time you were crying to him you were grinding on his fingers.  It was a pitiful moment.  An Omega that went through hell to become the perfect wife.  And now you were desperate to be claimed.
The House of Walker produced good Omegas at a high cost.  They were brutal in their training, and you were showing what happened when one was unclaimed.  Delirious in need to be claimed and mated.  “Johnny, please, just give me your knot, Alpha.  It hurts so bad,” grabbing his free hand, you place it on your tit as you walk back to your bed.  Palming him over his pants.  “I’ll be your good little Omega bitch.  Give you so many pups.  You feel my slick leaking out onto my thighs?  I need it.”
“Yeah, you do,” he groans, pulling down his pants.  Letting his cock spring up, and he pushes you down to the bed.  “Don’t you get on your knees.  I want to see your pretty face when I breed you.”
You spread your legs out wide, fingering your own tight channel, and spreading it out wide for him to see.  “I need it,” you whine as he walks over to the bed.  Jerking you to the side before he stuffs his aching cock into your cunt.  There was no time for adjusting, he just begins rutting into you like a mad man.  Leaning over you to give you a filthy kiss.  His hands grab firm onto your tits as he spears into you.  Keeping your legs spread wide, and holding them down on the bed.  There was nothing you wouldn’t do for him.
“You want me to fuck a pup into you?” He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get you out of here, but this was definitely not part of the plan.  “You want me to claim you properly,” with wild eyes you nod your head excitedly, and Johnny pounds even harder into you.  “I’m gonna,” he was an idiot.  He knew he was.  But your mating gland was pulsing so hard.  Your walls were squeezing him so tight.  It was perfect.  You were perfect.  And you were his.  August Walker be damned.  Frank Adler be damned.  You were his.
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“Do you know where she is or not?” August slams his fist on the desk as he looks across at the most incorrigible man he had ever met.  “Why do I feel like you’re playing fucking games with me.  I want my future wife home now!”
“I got some intel from the Adler man.”
“The man that took advantage of my Omega?  The man that was fucking her in our house?  Don’t speak to me about that man,” he didn’t want to believe the rumors of some man sneaking into the house, until he saw it with his own eyes.
Saw you giving Frank everything that was supposed to be his.  He was nothing but a Beta, and he had gathered quickly this was the Beta your father had forbidden you to see.  He hated Frank.  Hated that he had ever had any part of you, but he was useful. He felt connected to you in some way.  Was intuitive about your whereabouts.  “What did he say?”
“She was abducted.  You’ve heard the rumors of Omega brothels,” August pounds his fist back on his desk, before holding his head in his hands.  “Frank got the camera footage.  I have an idea of where this brothel is.  It’ll cost some money,” August sits up at his desk quickly.  Eyes drifting all over his guest’s body.
“It’s a brothel only for Betas.  You smell me, you know I’m not a Beta.  It costs money to pretend to be another designation, and I’m giving you a discount.  Face it, you can’t go in there and see if she’s there.  They know who they took her from.  I’m offering you a chance to get her out.”
“Storm, if you fucking screw me over,” August bares his teeth, and an animalistic growl leaves his mouth, “You are not to touch her.  She’s mine.  My Omega.  You are not to be inside of her.  If they’ve pimped her out to other Betas, I’ll burn their whole operation down.  I will make them dread the day that they took my Omega.  Days before our wedding.  She was going to take my knot like a good Omega.  Four days.  Now I am feral and need to knot her!  You screw me over…”
“Got it,” Johnny says with a crooked smile.  “I’m not allowed to touch her.  She’s your perfect Omega.  I get it.  What’s so special about her?”
“She’s just…perfect,” August reminisces, reaching into his locked bottom drawer to pull out a pair of your ruined panties.  “Her scent is like heaven.  She’s obedient.  Wags her cute ass when she’s being praised.  Our first night together she was presenting for me, and begging for my knot.  And I want her back.  I’ll ruin you and Reid if you do anything to fuck me over.  You know I will.  I’ll bury you, Storm.”
“Right.  Ruin me.  Can’t touch this Omega that smells like perfection.  I’m sure she’s just like every other one of them,” August shakes his head no.  You were trained to be perfect, and that you were.  “I’ll see if I can find her.  Where should I give you updates on her whereabouts?”
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Nick flips through a few of the newsreels featuring August and his constant pleading for you back.  He could have mated you, and he would have always known.  Could have given you what you really deserved, but instead had you locked away from him.  Nick starts to exit out of one of the videos, until he sees a familiar face, stepping up behind August for a quick word before Johnny leaves his side.
“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, clicking on the cameras to your room.  Johnny had your legs and head in the same direction, leaning over you, while he sniffs up your neck.  “Fuck!” He gets up, stomping towards you room.
“Alpha!  Claim me!  Knot me!  Mark me!  Alpha!” Opening up his mouth wide, Johnny stares at your beating mating gland, it was wrong.  This wasn’t his assignment.  “Alpha!  Fill me with your seed!” You scream out as he pierces your mating glad and the pain you had been feeling deep in your core was starting to subside.  You were getting a high from the way he felt.
He disconnects, looking back at the door.  He definitely went off script here.  He was so close to filling your belly full of his spend.  You looked so peaceful for the first time since he met you.  He was taking a risk.  Gambling with both yours and his lives, but there was something to be said about mates’ rights.  “Mark me,” he grunts as his thrusts start to stutter.  “Make me yours.  Hurry!”
With one hard pound into your body, you reach up, and pull him down, biting at his throbbing gland as hot ribbons of his cum paint your walls and you whimper as his knot stretches out your cunt.  “Johnny!” You scream as your bodies literally bond and fuse together.  You had been claimed and a rush of euphoria of which you have never felt courses through your veins.  
Feeling almost drunk and high from the thought, you lick at his bite mark, smiling at how you and him completely belonged together.  It was beautiful.  Just like you knew your own mark would be.  Looking down at where you connect, you smile at how your cunt had taken him.
“You fucking asshole!” Nick storms into the room, slamming the door behind him.  He gasps when he sees Johnny’s own mark, and your cunt spread, and holding his knot.  “What the hell did you do?”
“Alpha claimed me,” you were gone.  A teenager drunk for the first time.  Rubbing over your belly, and moving down to rub at your clit, and down to his balls, “Look, he’s so fucking deep in my belly.  Alpha put pups in there.  He’s my Alpha, and I am his Omega.”
“Alpha/Omega rights say you can’t keep us apart.  My Omega is leaving with me.”
“And Steve.  I need Steve to go, too,” you giggle, playing with your hardened nipples.  “Uh, you feel so good and deep Johnny.  Nick, I feel him all over me.”
“I want her and the little runt to leave with me.  You can’t keep us apart.”
“I’ve kept Steve from his Alpha and Beta.  His mark has nearly healed.”
“She marked me, too.  It’s different.  Bucky and Natasha were never marked.  We are finite.  It would be near impossible to keep us apart.  She needs me.  You know she does.  She’ll die without me.  She can’t even think like a normal person now.  She’s in heat,” Nick cackles, shaking his head.
“It’s impossible.  She…”
“She’s been taking my knot for weeks now.  Breakthrough heat.  She…she has to go with me.  You can’t keep her from me or my pup,” his hand rubs over your belly, and you whimper, looking up at him.  “It’s illegal.  And I…I got a big mouth.”
“You think I care about legalities when I’ve got a house of Omegas being used as fetishes for pathetic Betas?  I took all of them.”
“You don’t want any fucking kids here!  Just let her and the Rogers kid leave with me.  We won’t say anything.  You’ll never hear from us again.  Walker, Barnes, and Romanoff are the only people looking for their Omegas!” That name sounded familiar, but cold, and you were swimming with the sweetest thoughts of Johnny and his baby inside of you.
“I need a nest!  That’s what I’ll do,” you look back down at your hole, giggling again, “I can’t move.  Our baby needs a nest, huh, Johnny?”
“Yes, darling,” you preen as his hand presses against your cheek.  “You’re going to make the best nest,” he looks back up at Nick, while you nuzzle your face against his arm.  “She won’t survive.  She won’t make it without me.  This is finite.  You can’t go against biology.”
“You fucking asshole!” Nick screams, clenching his fists.  You seriously were in Lala land.  It was like you couldn’t think.  Your whole being was to be the perfect Omega, and you were finally claimed.  Your hand rubs over your belly while you sing a sweet lullaby, but you were still trying to comfortingly rub Johnny’s scent all over you.  
“You took her from me!”
“You never acted on it.  I would say you took her from Walker,” that name again, you let out a pitiful whine, rubbing your hands up and down Johnny’s chest.  That name was making you uncomfortable, and making you want to cry.  “Don’t do this to us.  Let us go, Rogers, my Omega,” a chiming giggle exits your mouth as you kiss over Johnny’s arm.  “See?  She’s addicted.”
“You fucking took her from me!  She was for me!  You ruined her!  That cunt…she was my prize Omega.”
“Johnny’s Omega,” you giggle looking up at Johnny.  When he smiles down at you, your body wiggles in spite of yourself.  “Always Johnny’s Omega.  Gonna give you all the babies in the world.  Like right now,” you tap over your belly.  “I think you fucked a baby right in there.  I love your knot.  It feels so good to be knotted, and now I’m fully yours.  Oh!” You look down at where Johnny was rooted into you, “Johnny, I don’t want you to leave me.  Can you give me your knot again?  Or can I sleep with you inside me?  I need it.”
“She’s fucking psycho now.  Useless.”
“She won’t perform.  She won’t take another cock.  Won’t like those cock sleeves you provide for the Betas.  She’s had the real deal.  And if I don’t show up tonight, my team has been given this address, and they will raid.  I want her and Rogers to go home with me.”
“Son of a bitch!” Nick screams, walking out of your room and slamming the door.
“Johnny, can I play with your cock until you get hard again.  I want to fall asleep to the beat of your throbbing cock.  Please, sir?  Please, Alpha.”
“Fuck,” he didn’t think this through.  Didn’t think about the responsibility you were going to be for him.  Or even just how hot he was going to find you being needy for him, almost begging for his cock.  But then you lift yourself off the bed, and kiss over his new mark, and he starts relaxing.  This he could get used to.  “I’ll protect you, Omega.  You really think there’s a pup in this belly?”
“Oh, yes.  There’s a pup in here.  And you're his daddy.  See,” you rub over your belly again, and still he sees nothing.  “I’m sleepy, Alpha.  Will you hold me?  Keep me safe?”
“Yes,” he whispers, pulling himself out of you, he shimmies beside you.  Pulling you closer to him, where your eyes get really heavy, fluttering close.  “I’m going to protect us, Omega.  We’re getting out of here.”
“Steve, too.”
“Steve, too.  Natasha and Bucky will be relieved.  Get some rest though.  Let your Alpha take care of you, okay?” You nod your head a bit, and start to settle on the bed.  You were so very tired, and already drifting asleep.  Johnny had to stay on alert.  He knew that Nick would try to stop them, but now Johnny had something so much more important to him or a job.  He knew he screwed up, but this was the only way.
“Alpha, can you put your cock back inside of me?”
“Of course, Omega.  Get some sleep, darling.”
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“Don’t hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you…look at me. Show me those pretty eyes” Johnny Storm & reader
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Prompt; “Don’t hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you…look at me. Show me those pretty eyes”
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Warnings: fluff, implied smut, body worship, Johnny’s a sweetheart in this one<3
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You’ve met Johnny during a fashion show, while he was watching the models on a runway. He had a big smile on his face, watching all these beautiful women walk in mostly underwear or lingerie, since it was a Victoria Secret show.
No, you were not one of the models that Johnny was looking at.
You were a photographer, always trying to get a good picture of every model.
Even though Johnny had come to watch the fashion show (the women in lingerie), he noticed you between the other people. You had a big smile on your face, taking one picture after the other.
Everytime you put down your camera for a moment he saw the sparkle in your eyes. You were so pretty, wow. So different from the women on the runway.
After watching you for a moment he recognised you. He had seen you a few times taking pictures of him and his other teammates.
He felt stupid for not having noticed you sooner.
After the show ended you quickly packed your stuff, wanting to leave as soon as possible. You loved your job but you just wanted to go home.
If you were honest it had something to do with the hot-stuff that sat right in your eyesight, probably not having noticed your presence, too busy watching the models. You had a crush on Johnny Storm, on a damn man-child playboy and- “Hi sweetheart” your thoughts were interrupted.
That’s how Johnny got your number and invited you on a real date.
A few days later you were on your way to a nice, expensive restaurant. In the prettiest dress you owned. You felt confident in it but walking into the restaurant you felt like a deer in headlights. You were so nervous… oh and there he was. Already sitting at one of the tables. God, he looked so good.
Nervously you stepped closer. “Yhm… hi, Johnny” you mumbled, already wanting to sit down but Johnny grabbed your arms and pulled you in a hug.
A quiet gasp escaped your lips. He smelled good. Like rich perfume but there was also a hint of ashes or something burning. He was the human torch after all.
He smiled at you. “You look gorgeous” he smiled, kissing your cheek softly. You giggled slightly by the attention, hiding your face behind your hand. He grabbed your hand and kissed it gently before you two sat down.
You hid your face a couple of times behind your hands.
It annoyed Johnny. He enjoyed watching you. You were just so pretty.
Gently taking your hands in his, he let his gaze glide over your face. Your pretty sparkly eyes. The soft looking lips…
You turned away, blushing furiously.
Johnny put his hand on your cheek, making you look at him.
“Don’t hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you… look at me…” He said gently, trying to make you once again look at him. You blushed even more, a smile creeping over your face.
“Show me those pretty eyes”
After the first date everything went well. Perfect even.
You two took your time with everything -just to make sure Johnny didn’t want to just sleep with you and actually liked you.
He waited patiently.
Six months of official dating later you were ready.
After a romantic dinner (you cooked, since Johnny always burned everything when he tried to cook. No, not with his powers. He was just shit at cooking.) you decided it was finally time to take the last step into your relationship.
Being intimate.
You haven’t had sex with anyone in… well, a long time.
Which meant you were nervous. Really nervous.
Especially laid out like that, in lingerie with Johnny's hungry gaze on you. It made you blush furiously. Your throat felt tight and dry, not able to swallow.
What if Johnny didn’t like what he saw?
“Sweetheart where did you go?” Johnny asked quietly, kissing your arms softly, up to your shoulder and neck. You looked at him for a moment before gently stroking over his head. The short hair tickled your palm. “I just… let’s turn off the lights maybe?”
He seemed confused for a moment before pulling his eyebrows together. “Oh sweetheart…” Johnny sat back on his heels, his hard dick tenting his tight boxers. He was big enough for the tip to stick out from under the waistband. He ignored his own needs, despite being this hard and wanting. He missed sex but he wanted it to be special. For the two of you.
He started kissing your calves gently. “You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful… please don’t hide from me…” he whispered, slowly kissing up to your core where his nose gently rubbed over your clothed clit but not staying there. More kisses along your stomach and breasts. “I’ve never seen such a beauty before. You’re just so perfect…” he whispered, making you turn your head away.
You put your arm over your face, once again hiding from him.
Johnny clicked his tongue, grabbing your wrists and pulling them over your head. “None of this, sweetheart.”
He kissed your lips gently but passionately. After the kiss you looked away. Again. “Please… Don’t hide that cute face from me. I wanna see all of you… look at me. Show me those pretty eyes”
Slowly you nodded, letting your eyes glide over his smiling face. His intense gaze made your blood rush to your face, making you blush.
Johnny spend many hours just kissing, admiring and just loving your body, the way you’ve never felt loved before. Johnny made it all about you and your comfort, not complaining once. He loved making you feel good. And he’d do it again. And again. And again…
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we love him nakky (and steve’s glorious collarbones)
We do love him nakky🥵
So many thots
Johnny Storm x reader
Warnings: MINORS DNI- roommates to lovers trope, idiots in love, mentions of drinking, drunk reader, mentions of the show below deck, over use of the pet name Peach, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, PIV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), breath play, spitting
AN: I am so sorry this took so long @holy-stevie , I am a terribly slow writer and this started out as something entirely different but I hope you like it😊
Written on my phone. All mistakes are my own. This fic got away from me and I suck at knowing how to end things. Have no idea of the word count.
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"Jesus, Johnny!" You cried as you covered your eyes. "Put some fucking clothes on," you grumbled as your roommate plopped down next to you on the couch in nothing but a towel and a devilish smirk.
"No can-do, Peach. You know I like to air dry after I shower," he stated as he reached over you for the remote.
You made to grab the remote out of his hand, "first of all; do not call me peach. You saw my bare ass one time -"
"And it's so perfect, how could I not call you Peach?"
"And second," you continue, rolling your eyes, "don't interrupt my boat show."
He was still halfway across your lap, both of your hands on the remote, "Boat show?" He smirked at you.
Fuck, this was not helping the little crush you had on your very sexy and very cocky roommate. The intoxicating smell of his body wash lingers in front of you, you wanted to lick the rivulets of water dripping down his chest and you could clearly make out the outline of his cock under the towel.
"Yes. Now let go," you tugged on the remote and shoved his shoulder with your free hand. You bit your lip as he leaned back, releasing the remote and holding his hands up in surrender, "okay, okay, Peach."
You shot him a glare before trying to turn your attention back to your show. You couldn't keep your eyes from drifting down to his wide set thighs and you had to tamp down a whimper when he popped his hips up slightly, getting more comfortable. The towel begins to cover less and less of his legs the more he adjusts. Some drama was happening on the screen and Johnny pulled you out of your lust filled stare, "Has that dude slept with every chick on the boat?"
"Huh?" Your eyes snapped back up to the TV, "Oh yeah, Gary's a real player. Kinda like someone else I know," you playfully elbowed his ribs.
"Oof," he mocked offence as he rubbed his ribs, "that hurts, Peach," he frowned.
You rolled your eyes again and shoved his shoulder with your own as you brought your focus back to the show.
You two had been playing at this unspoken game of who was gonna break first since you moved in. He didn't have the heart to tell you that the night you came home plastered last weekend, you had tried to kiss him as he helped you in to your bed.
"Johnny," you happily cried, throwing your arms around his neck when he opened the apartment door you were struggling to unlock.
"'M drunk," you slurred with a giggle, struggling to stand upright and he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from falling.
"I can tell," he chuckled, as he tried to walk you down the hall to your bedroom, your feet uncooperative in your strappy heels.
"Toooo much tequila," you whined as you fumbled again before he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed, setting you down gently on the edge. You bit your lip when you got a full view of him as he stood back up; hair tussled, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, his bare chest that you wanted to sink your teeth into, and that smirk that always did you in. He kneeled down and started to undo the straps on your shoes and you tossed yourself back on the bed, hands over your face as you groaned, "Why d'you have to be stupid sexy all the time?"
He laughed again and placed your feet up on the bed, "Oh, you are gonna be so hungover tomorrow," he helped you get under the cover and was pulling them up when you made grabby hands at him with a pout. He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his lips as he leaned down to give you a hug, but you pulled on his neck, bringing his face to yours, "I want you," you whispered, inching closer. He sighed, closing his eyes and rested his forehead on yours, "God, I wish you'd say that when you're sober." He reached up and took your hands off his neck, whispering "goodnight, y/n," and walked out of your room. He heard you sniffle as he closed the door.
You woke to the smell of bacon and emerged from your bed with a splitting headache, in search of coffee. Your embarrassment from last night's rejection is evident in the ruined mascara and tear tracks under your eyes when you caught a look at yourself in the mirror as you changed into sweats. All you could remember was that you made your move and he rejected you.
"Ah, she lives," Johnny said with a smile, sliding a plate of his famous hangover cure breakfast to you as you sat down at the island in the kitchen. You moaned, head in hands, voice cracking as you asked for coffee. He was already sliding a cup to you. You took a sip, and hid your smile behind your favorite mug, it was just the way you like it.
"So," he started, trying to be nonchalant, placing the dirty pans in the sink as you dug in to your food, "tequila, huh? Did you black out again?"
You thought for a minute as you chewed, trying to piece together your hazy memory of the night before. The silence making him nervous.
"Shit," you sighed, his hands stilled in the soapy water, "I think I tried to make out with one of the bouncers at Mick's. Fuck. I am never going drinking with Kristi again. I don't even remember coming home." His shoulders fell a little as he began scrubbing again.
"I-, uh, I didn't do anything stupid when I got home, did I?" You asked hesitantly. He put the clean pan on the drying rack and turned to face you with a soft smile, "Nah, Peach, you were fine. I mean, besides you falling in those crazy heels every two seconds, you were fine." He turned back to the dirty dishes. Fuck.
But now. Now, you were so fucking close to breaking. His bare thigh was pressed up against yours and watching the deckhand and chief stew on the reality show make out in a hot tub was doing nothing to stop your thirst. You tried to be subtle as you squeezed your thighs together trying to quell the throbbing in your clit, the action not going unnoticed by Johnny. His crystal blue iris' a thin line around his lust blown pupils as he threw one arm on the back of the couch, his other across his lap to try and hide his growing erection. You cleared your throat and shifted, practically squirming in your soaked panties.
"You okay, Peach?" He husked, leaning closer.
You turned to him, locking eyes, "don't call me that," but there was no bite in your words. His eyes drifted down to your lips when you ran your tongue over them. Your chest rising at a quicker pace the longer he stared and when you bit your lip his hand that was on the couch was on your neck, gently pulling your towards him. "Tell me you want this, Y/N," he whispered, eyes searching yours.
"I want you, Johnny," you echoed your words from the weekend before and in an instant his lips were on yours. Soft and needy and urgent. His other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into his lap, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you moaned into his mouth. He tasted minty as you tongues explored each other, his hands sliding up and down your sides and when you sucked his tongue into your mouth he groaned, grabbing your hips to grind you over his cock. You could feel his hard length through the thin leggings you wore as his towel slipped away, making your pussy clench around nothing.
"Holy shit," the words came out before you could stop them when you pulled back and looked down, his large cock, bigger than any you've had before, twitching under your gaze and leaking pre cum, making your mouth water.
"Like what you see, Peach?"
Your half-lidded eyes meeting his, "I told you," you simpered as you got off his lap and on to your knees in front of him, your hands running up his thighs as he spread them when you leaned forward, "Don't. Call. Me. Peach."
You licked from the base of his cock, running your tongue up the thick vein to his leaking tip, his taste heady as you took him in your mouth. A quiet "fuck," falling from his lips when you you looked up at him through your lashes as you took him as deep as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat and you swallowed around him, your hand wrapping around what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You swirled your tongue along his vein and hummed when he began gathering your hair away from your face, gently urging you to move. His eyes rolled back in his head as you slowly came back up stopping to run your tongue over his slit and you felt his thighs shake. You swirled your tongue around his tip one last time before bobbing your head and working the rest of his length with your hand in tandem. "Oh shit, just like that baby," his voice a low and desperate, his grip in your hair tightened as you began gagging on his thick cock, drool spilling down your hand and onto his balls.
You hummed, feeling his cock get incredibly hard, his moans and grunt above you making your chest swell with pride and he asked, "Can I cum in your mouth, baby?" You nodded your head as best you could before he groaned again and a slew of profanities falling from him as ropes of his cum shoot down your throat as you tried your best to swallow all of it.
You pulled off of him with a pop. He growled, pulling you up into his lap again and bringing your lips to his in a heated kiss, tasting himself on your tongue as he squeezed your ass.
"My turn to taste you," he whispered against your lips, slowly lowering you to lay down on the couch. He sat back, pulling your leggings and panties down and bringing a finger to your glistening cunt.
"Is all this for me, Peach?"
You nodded your head as he ran two fingers up the cut of you making your breath hitch, gathering your juices and bringing them to his mouth. He moaned at your taste, "always knew you'd taste amazing."
He ran his fingertips up your thighs as he leaned down, lifting your legs over his shoulders and kissing down the soft skin of your inner thigh, making your tummy swoop with anticipation. He grazed his teeth just above where you needed him most, making you whine, "Please, Johnny."
"Don't worry, Peach. I'll take good care of this pretty little pussy," he husks, his breath ghosting over your pulsing clit before he spit on it, watching his saliva drip down your folds, your breathing becoming rapid and he hadn't even put his mouth on you yet.
You inhaled sharply as he finally put you out of your misery, running his tongue from your leaking hole to your clit, swirling it and then latching his lips around and sucking. Your cries and moans of "ohmygod," and "fuck yes! Right there," egging him on as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your swollen bud, you fingers carding through his short hair, heat blooming in your core as he brought you closer to bliss.
Johnny spread his hand over your tummy to still your hips, his other tracing around your glistening lips before he sank two thick fingers into you, searching for that soft, spongy spot that made your toes curl. "Don't stop!" You cried as he found it, "I'm so close."
He moved his fingers and tongue faster, your body going ridged as your orgasm spread fire through your veins and you held his face to your pussy. "Yesyesyesfucksogood," your words slurred together as he worked you through your high, drinking in your juices.
He pulled back, taking a deep breath, "Damn, Peach," he smiled as you both caught your breath. He pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling.
"I need to feel you wrapped around my cock and have you do that again," he said as he crawled up your body, stopping to lift your shirt and brought his mouth to your nipple, biting it causing a thin keen to leave your lips.
"Fuck yes," you replied, pushing him up to sit on the couch as you straddle his lap, slipping your tongue in his mouth as you grind your pussy over his massive cock. His hands grip your ass before he slides them up your back, lifting your shirt as they go and you pull back so he can take it off of you.
"God, you're so beautiful," he brushes his thumbs over your hard nipples, a shiver running down your spine before kissing him again, and you can't wait any longer, you needed to feel him inside you. He couldn't wait either, one hand on his cock, the other moving to your hip to guide you down on to him, watching each other as you feel him stretch your soft walls, the pain and pleasure mixing has your head going light. He pulls you down, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt, your pussy fluttering around him, a choked moan falling from your lips and his grip on your hip bruising.
"Fuck, you're so big. I don't know if I can-" you shudder as you begin to circle your hips.
"Oh yes you can, Peach. You're taking me so well," he brushes a few hairs from your face, his hand coming to rest on your neck, pulling you back to his lips as he whispered, "just like I knew you would."
He kissed you as he slammed his hips up to yours, then slowly pulled back out, leaving just the tip as your pussy tried to suck him back in. Both of his hands fell to your ass as you whined, trying to wiggle back down on his fat cock. "Awe, is my Peach needy," he squeezed your ass, keeping you in place and kneading the supple flesh, "use your words, baby."
And here you thought you being on top would mean you were in control.
You bite your lip, tipping your head back and closing your eyes as you whine again.
"Don't get all shy on me now, Peach," he whispers before bringing his lips to your collar bone as you rake your nails over his shoulders.
You bring your eyes back to his, any other coherent thought leaving your mind before you practically yell "Fuck me, Johnny." And oh he is happy to oblige. A grin spreads over his lips as he slams you back down and you cry out, both his hands coming up to cup your breasts as you begin to bounce. You can feel every ridge of his cock as your walls flutter around his hard length. A familiar heat begins to spread in your core, the coil twisting tighter as you feel your high approaching. He brings his thumb down to rub harsh circles on your sensitive bud and his mouth to your peeked nipple, biting hard as he moans. The sensations overwhelming as the coil snaps and you cry out his name as he fucks you through your high. His hips stutter as he wraps his arms around you, groaning when he paints your walls with his seed, making you cum again, your hips moving on their own accord over his sensitive cock as he shudders as after shocks roll through your body.
"Holy shit, Peach," he groans, leaning his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. You smile, "I told you," you give him a quick kiss, "don't call me Peach."
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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You On Top and Me Underneath
Kinktober Day 7: Spanking
Pairing: kitten!Johnny Storm x shark!fem Reader (NLLYL)
Words: ~2k
Summary: You’ve had enough of his attitude.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (dom/sub vibes, femdom, mommy kink, anal play, salad tossing), bratty Johnny, surprising softness, established relationship, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: This went in a drastically different direction than I had planned but I kinda love it? I imagine this being while they were further into their relationship, like Johnny knows what she expects from him but sometimes that bratty attitude just wins out. I’m honestly a little in love with them.
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“Study.” Your voice was dangerously low when you walked through the front door, Johnny fighting between snapping to follow your orders immediately and really throwing a tantrum. But then you growled, and your tongue swept across your bottom lip in that way it did when you were furious, and he felt his stubborn, bratty attitude start to dissolve. “Now.”
He knew when he had fucked up, exactly which shot of vodka had shifted him from just pouty to straight up bitchy, the lack of attention from you making him want to stamp his feet and whine in your ear while his hands grabbed you everywhere. Which you absolutely did not appreciate, even though the look of pure shock on your face when he walked up behind you and pinched your ass in front of your partners had almost made it worth it.
Now you were back at your apartment though, and you were giving him that look like you were deciding the best way to tear him apart, and he was pretty sure all of his drunk ideas were about to get him into a world of hurt.
Johnny only dragged his feet a little when he started making his way to the study, pouting at you over his shoulder in an attempt to soften you up but quickly deflating when he saw the snarl on your face. He picked up the pace when you cleared your throat again, swallowing thickly when he finally stepped inside the study and tried to keep his spine up a little when you prowled past him.
“I didn’t…”
“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, kitten.” You were soooooo pissed, he was in so much trouble, whimpering when you shook your head when he attempted to step closer to you so he could kiss that spot on your neck that made you sweeten up on him. “You stay right there.”
“But…”
All it took was a click of your tongue for him to snap his jaw shut, a low whine escaping from him when you moved to your bar and poured yourself a glass of Clase Azul. He knew that you would give him a piece of your mind once you had a few sips, even though his inclination was to plead his case and try to appease you so he could spend the rest of the night resting his head on your thigh and licking your pussy to make it up to you.
“What am I gonna do with you kitten?” You sat on the edge of your desk and gave him a firm look, the high slit of your gown sliding open so he could get a good view of the long line of your bare leg in those Jimmy Choos and god he wanted to let you wrap that leg around his neck. “Explain to me exactly what was unacceptable about your behavior tonight. Mommy wants to know you understand what you did wrong.”
“I… I embarrassed Mommy in front of her friends.” He didn’t think mentioning the actual pinch was a good idea, not when he saw the way your jaw clenched when he just brought up embarrassing you. “And I threw a fit when I thought I wasn’t getting enough attention. Made Mommy have to leave her party early because I drank a little too much.”
“That’s good, kitten.” The corner of your lips quirked slightly when you saw him melt a little bit, tapping your heel against the hardwood floor as you kept slowly sipping your tequila. “Didn’t Mommy promise you she would give you all the attention you could want if you were a good boy? All you had to do was stay by Mommy’s side and look pretty and make a little bit of small talk. Why couldn’t you do that, baby?”
“I just, I got bored.” Johnny shuffled his feet and shifted his gaze away from yours, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole as shame washed over him. “I hadn’t seen you all week and then when I finally did I had to share you with a bunch of other people and I didn’t like it.”
“Oh, kitten.” You finally finished your tequila and set the glass aside, taking a deep breath as you watched him struggle with himself. “C’mere, baby.”
He sank to his knees and mewled when you gave him permission to move, crawling towards you slowly and practically choking on his desire to apologize when you spread your legs and let him kneel between them, running your palm over his buzzed hair as your other hand reached down to start undoing his bow tie. You tsked softly when he leaned to rub his cheek against your wrist, gripping his jaw firmly as you brought his gaze to yours and started tracing the toe of your pump over the inside of his thigh.
“Mommy has to work twice as hard as all of her friends to be taken seriously by her clients, if you had pulled your little stunt in front of one of them instead of her partners, do you understand how bad that would have been?” You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip when he nodded for you, purring softly when you felt him roll his hips under your foot as he let out another needy sound. “You understand I have to punish you, kitten? It’s not gonna be an easy one, either, you were very bad.”
“I understand, Mommy.” He would let you do anything to him, he just wanted to make you happy, letting you undo the buttons of his shirt and slide off his tux jacket as he gazed up at you adoringly. “I’m sorry.”
“Good boy.” The way he sobbed and his eyes rolled back in his head when you praised him almost made you want to go sweet on him, but he needed to learn his lesson. You pulled him with you and removed his shirt when you stood up, hushing him when he tried to nuzzle into your hair as he whimpered while you undid his fly. “Bend over the desk, kitten.”
Johnny’s breath was heaving through his chest when he did as you ordered, his eyes fluttering closed when you yanked his trousers and boxers down and tapped his calf so he would step out of them. You were moving so slowly, your touch almost tender as you rose to your feet and trailed your fingertips up the backs of his thighs. It made the anticipation so much more intense, Johnny waiting for you to go grab the crop or the paddle you tended to save for when he was especially bratty and practically holding his breath.
“How many do you think you deserve, kitten?” You gave him a smile that he couldn’t see when he sighed at you softly stroking his cheek that wasn’t pressed to your desk, the manicured nails of your other fingers tapping against your desk as you waited for him to answer you.
“Twenty.” He gasped and arched his back when you slid one of your feet between his, spreading his legs for you so you could see how hard his pretty pink cock was, how it twitched when you pressed your hand to the small of his back while he tried not to vibrate off the desk.
“Twenty then.” You braced the hand you had on his back as the other ran over the curve of his ass, rubbing his smooth skin as he let out a low moan. “Count them out, and don’t you dare fucking come without my say so, or I’ll add ten.”
“Yes mommy… ah!” He yelped when your palm cracked against his ass without any warning, the stinging warmth spreading across his backside made even worse by the rings you had kept on that he completely forgot about until this moment. “One!”
He kept his teeth gritted for the first five, biting out his counts each time your palm landed against a new spot on his increasingly pink cheeks. It was always surprising just how much force you were able to put behind your slaps, some of them actually making his hips slam into the edge of your desk while he groaned and screwed his eyes closed.
“Mm-mm, kitten.” You tapped his cheek after the sixth spank when you saw the way his face was so tight and strained and pausing so you could check in on him. “Baby, you need to breathe, you know Mommy wants to hear all the pretty noises you make.”
“Yes, I’m so-sorry Mommy, shit!” He tossed his head back as he sobbed when your hand bounced off the crease of his ass right at the tops of his thighs, the sensation making his balls clench up tight against his body as he did his best to breathe deeply. “Seven.”
By the time you reached sixteen he was openly crying, drool running down his chin and pooling on your desk as he sniffled and screamed, all his emotions mixed up as you gently ran your hand over his back even as you smacked the shit out of him. His eyes still searched for you, though, his watery gaze finding yours as he sucked on his bottom lip when you gave him an almost soft look.
“You’re doing so good, kitten.” You cooed when he shrieked as your next slap landed on his taint, rubbing the skin after and making his dick throb against your desk as it leaked precum everywhere. “My good boy, I knew you could be.”
“Seventeen. Thank you, mommy.” Johnny couldn’t take it when you started giving him those tender touches in between your aggressive slaps, his legs almost giving out when you pressed your thumb against his asshole before you cracked your fingers right above his balls. “Ungh, eighteen.”
“So close baby.” You decided to let it go when you smacked his balls and he missed the count, his legs finally collapsing when you spread his cheeks and spat right on his pretty hole. “One more and then I’m going to lick this soft little boy pussy until you really make a mess all over my desk, which had better not take long, and I want to hear you thank me like a good baby boy.”
Your hand landed against his hole unbelievably hard and he shrieked, his back arching him off the desk violently when you sank to your knees behind him and thrust a finger inside him to press right against that sweet spot as your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin.
“Mommy! Thank you… thank you, mommy… mommy… oh thank you…”
The poor thing was babbling as his balls emptied in what felt like an explosion, his body rolling as his cock spurted cum all over your desk and his torso while he sobbed and wriggled and squeezed your finger. You waited for his body to still before you rose to your feet, hushing him when he cried softly as you pulled him up to lean against your shoulder. His face immediately found the crook in your neck where he always settled when he wanted to feel safe, his lips pressing against your skin as he whimpered while your hands ran over his back.
“My sweet little kitten.” You hushed him when he kept trying to choke out more apologies, tilting his chin up so you could give him a reassuring smile before you pressed your lips to his gently. “C’mon, honey, let’s get you in bed, I’ll rub some lotion on your poor, sweet ass before I let you soothe by licking mommy’s pussy, okay?”
Johnny could only nod at you as you guided him out of the room on his wobbly legs, his lips never leaving your skin as he gazed at you and contemplated the fact that he was pretty sure he was in love with you and would do anything you wanted for the rest of his life.
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hansensgirl · 2 years
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‧₊˚. ʚɞ 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬
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summary! — ‘he looked out the window, only to be greeted by the sight of you on your knees and your dear friend, Jake, bobbing your head up and down.’— he can be my mister—yum!
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warnings! — smut, friends-with-benefits relationship, oral (male receiving), Daddy kink, dirty talk, praise, degradation, public sex (in a backyard), exhibitionism, it’s all consented don’t worry, voyeurism, begging, size kink (cock), pet name (princess, baby), cock worship, teabagging/balls x mouth stuff, allusions/mentions to oral (f receiving) + male masturbation, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
pairings! — friend-with-benefits!Jake Jensen x friend-with-benefits!fem!reader, silver-fox!Johnny Storm x fem!reader
word count! — 1.5k
author’s note! — set in the he can be my mister—yum! universe. please read it to have a better understanding of this one. this is a prequel. yes, jake consented to this. johnny just watches in this fic. this is also a gift for the lovely @jakeysangel! thank you so so so much for everything baby!! ilysm!! happy birthday!! have the most adorabubble day ever!! i know jake would want you to. not beta'd, therefore all mistakes are mine. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY!
taglist — @hansensfics
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“Whatcha doin’ there, princess? You’re gonna hurt your knees,” Jake coos, gaze following you to the ground. You smile at him, but it’s more naughty than endearing. 
When the realisation hits the blond, his face turns a pink colour. His ears are rosy, too. 
Your hands grip the waistband of his brown shorts. “Don’t care, Daddy. Just want you…” you whisper, and you lean back against the half-opened sliding door. Jake reaches down and gently grabs you, checking for any harsh imprints on your skin before nudging you further outside. “Well, you’ve got me.”
He pulls you towards a chair he bought you a few months ago. Jake loves spending time in your backyard, and when he discovered you didn’t have a proper chair out there, he took matters into his own hands. 
The black chair is woven with a material that is soft once enough weight is put on it. The texture is satisfying when you run your hands against the arms and your heels on the bottom. 
You spin him around, gently nudging him into the chair, and he smirks up at you when he sits. Jake’s eyes twinkle in the dark from the lamps he set up for you. “You’re so pretty, Daddy,” you hum, sinking back down to your knees again. When you feel cotton, you gasp.
Looking down, you see the towel you had used earlier today and left it out to dry. Sneaky. “And you’re too good to me.” Jake smiles bashfully before sucking in a sharp when you run your hands up to his thighs. “Such a sweet thing, aren’t you? You gonna make Daddy feel good, baby?” he questions, unbuttoning his shorts for you.
“Uh-huh… I’m gonna make you feel so good, Daddy,” you tell him, your cunt clenching at the thought of what you’re about to do. You love Jake’s cock. It’s flawless—and so is he. “Yeah, you are. C’mon, come and get it, princess,” he urges, voice lower than it usually is.
He pulls down his boxers and pants simultaneously, leaving them tangled at his feet before you tug at them. He chuckles at your insistence, though he does what you demand. You move his clothes to the side and then look back up.
Jake has his hard cock gripped in his right hand. He holds himself in a fist and curses at the tiny bit of touch. He’s aching, and you’re at fault. You’ve been teasing him nonstop, wearing a short dress and sitting on his lap, grinding and pretending you’re not doing anything. 
At his full glory, Jake is as intimidating as he is impressive. His length is enough to frighten you, while his girth isn’t all that bad. His balls are heavy, and he’s a reddish-tan colour, with a patch of trimmed hair at the base. His mushroom tip leaks with pre-cum, and you’re eager to lap it up.
Without warning, you drag your tongue and catch the beads, making Jake groan. Your mouth envelopes the crown, and your wet muscle digs into the sensitive slit. “Fucking hell, princess. That mouth of yours is perfect, isn’t it? Just like the rest of you,” he husks, his other hand finding a home on the back of your head. 
Your best friend moves his fist and places it underneath his left thigh, spreading his legs further. Slowly, and when you give him the cue, he pushes you further down his cock. Your warm mouth welcomes him without hesitation until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag.  
“Breathe through your nose, baby. You’re okay. You can do it,” he soothes, keeping you there until you give him a thumbs up. Jake begins to bob your head up and down, treating you gently yet as if you’re a fleshlight. “There you go. Good girl,” he hums, cursing under his breath.
Saliva causes his cock to glisten, making your movements much smoother. You hollow your cheeks out, and he moans loudly, adoring the sensation of your skin gliding on his. His musky taste fills your senses, and you realize how much you’ve missed it. 
Once you cheer yourself on in your head, you make the jump. You take more of Jake’s cock into your mouth, pushing past your reflex and letting him claim your throat. Eventually, your nose nuzzles the faded pubes at his pelvis, and Jake is loud enough for a curious neighbour to hear.
He holds you there for a few seconds, revelling in how good your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. The veins on the side of his lengthiness throb against your tongue.
Suddenly, he lets go, and you slide him out of your mouth to catch your breath.
“Are you alright, princess? You’re doing so good for me. You’re such a good girl,” Jake coos, taking note of your teary eyes and tired expression. You smile at his praise and are eager to continue pleasing him. Jake lets you, guiding you back towards his cock and easing you down his girth.
Your mouth stretches around him, and you begin to move your head back and forth, gliding your wet warmth along his member. “Holy fuck, princess… You’re such a good little cocksucker, hm? I bet those panties are soaked by now,” Jake says, and your flit your eyes to look at him.
A gleam of mischievousness sparkles, and he nods his head. “Dirty girl. You’re not wearing any panties, hm? You’re such a needy little slut, baby. You’re just begging to be stuffed full of this dick all the time,” he spews, becoming more talkative and filthy. 
Layers of a shy, sweet Jakey peel back, and a mildly darker, more sadistic version is revealed. He’s always like this when he’s in that mood around little ole you. 
You hum around his cock, sending vibrations that make him moan loudly. Your friend takes a moment to compose himself before he places both hands on each side of your head. His reign of control resumes as he bobs your head up and down for you, using your mouth to please himself—just as you like.
Tears sting your eyes, but you don’t mind. The intrusion is something your cunt has gotten used to, but your throat still hasn’t. Gags and moans fill the air, and the pace picks up before Jake slows to a stop.
“Fuck– Wait, baby, suck my balls—I know how much you love them,” he tells you, and you pull your mouth off his cock almost immediately. Jake lowers your head to his heavy balls and urges you to play with them. 
As soon as you run your tongue on his sacks and toy with him as he likes, he swears louder than ever. “Shit! You’re such a nasty little whore, hm? Doing whatever I tell you to just because you wanna please me. Yeah, get it there. Makin’ Daddy feel so damn good…” Jake grunts. 
You grow more eager with your actions. With your mouth, you pull at his balls gently and lick at them, too. Your dominant hand comes up and cups the one you aren’t entirely occupied with before switching. Jake slowly strokes his cock above you, Adam’s apple bobbing and his skin covered in sweat. 
Looking up, you make eye contact with your dearest fun. His jaw is slacked just a bit, and his eyebrows are pinched slightly. “Princess, ‘m gonna come,” he quietly warns, and you lick from his balls to his mushroom crown almost teasingly. You wrap your lips around his tip and sink down, returning to your original ministrations.
You bounce your head up and down, even when you feel Jake’s cock twitch against your tongue. You still watch him, or at least he thinks.
Past his head and higher up, you see a silhouette in a window. The large stature is one you recognize all too well. Your thighs press together as your core thrums with your realisation. Johnny—Mr. Storm—is watching you. 
A hint of brattiness comes to the surface, and without thinking, you wink at him.
Only a few seconds later, Jake tells you he’s coming. You return your gaze to him and give your friend those pleading eyes he adores. “Fucking hell…” he groans, holding your head still as he hits his climax. 
Ropes of cum shoot down your throat, a salty taste coating your tongue, and you drink it all up. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl for Daddy,” Jake says through his pants, and you smile while sucking lightly until he hisses from overstimulation. 
When you pull off and wipe your wet lips, you look back to Johnny’s home. The lights are off, but the curtain is still parted. You assume he left in urgency, and the potential reason is utterly debauched. 
One of Jake’s large hands cups your face, bringing you close to him before kissing you gently. He eventually pulls away and looks at you with darkened eyes. 
“How about I return the favour, princess? It’s been too long since I tasted that sweet pussy of yours.” 
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jamneuromain · 1 year
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Together Or Not At All
Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned…
@rogerswifesblog-updates/@rogerswifesblog and I might have the idea of what could happen.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader
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First meeting
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Hi👀
I want to work on a list for kinktober😋
(yeah I know it’s only February but I’ll need the time to write this many one shots 🤣)
So please be so nice and send me a few kinks in my inbox that you’d love to read about (+ which character you’d prefer and maybe your request will make it into the list!😋 anons welcome🥰)
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dungeonpuppykai · 17 days
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send me prompts/requests <3
with the exception of scat and pedophilia, it can be pretty much anything <3
a brand new scenario, a continuation of one of my pieces, anything <3
feeling brave <3
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abbatoirablaze · 1 year
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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 3
Word Count:  2.4k
Warnings:  angst, mentions of cheating, oral (M receiving) unprotected sex, manipulation, and the hint of being drugged. 
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���Oh fuck…just like that baby.  Don’t you dare fucking stop…oh-oh…FUCK!” Johnny groaned, cumming down the woman’s throat as she eagerly attempted to suck the soul out of him.  The woman moaned, her fake nails digging into Johnny’s firm backside as he thrusted lazily into her mouth, his cock already becoming sensitive the longer the drugs were in his system.  He hissed as her nails dug in a little bit more and he flinched, pulling away as the acrylics pierced the skin of his ass, “Fuck, what the hell are you doing, huh?”
“Come back to bed, Torch,” she giggled, falling back off her knees so that her legs were splayed open on the hotel room bed, showing off her wet core to the superhero.  Johnny took a few more steps back, his muscular frame hitting the wall behind him, “let me show you how much I love your gorgeous cock.”
“I’ve got a fucking wife,” he spat, shaking his head as the drugs began wearing out of his system and he started sobering himself up, “I can’t be getting fucking marks all over me…she’ll ques-“
“When’s the last time you fucked her, huh Storm?” she giggled, batting her thick, fake lashes at him.  She wiggled her finger towards him while the other hand patted the bed in front of her, “come fuck me, stud…let me show you just how that big beautiful cock should be taken care of.”
“Mr. Storm?”
Johnny looked up, away from the coffee table which had held numerous magazines, all of which held his face and some sort of negative tag line on them.
‘Johnny Storm back at it again:  Wife files for divorce after finding him in bed with numerous mistresses’
‘Storm’s Side Piece Speaks:  Johnny Only Did It To Get Away From Controlling Wife’
‘Human Torch sets marriage ablaze in newest scandal’
“See…he does this all the time,” you muttered, saddened by how your mandated counselor didn’t automatically side with you, “he says he doesn’t hear you and he’ll zone out until the session is over.  We’ve been through dozens of family therapists…all of which say that he’s just ‘processing’ and telling me not to push it…but he’s doing this on purpose.”
“I did zone out, Aves…” he muttered, looking over to you.  He frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.  He tried to reach out to you, but you pushed his hands away from yourself, “look, I got caught up in what I was thinking about…”
“I bet you weren’t even paying attention to Mr. Connor’s last question.”
“What?”
“I asked when the last time you’d spoken to your wife was…outside of our sessions,” he reminded Johnny.  You felt the tears threatening to pour out of your eyes and down your cheeks, so you stood, turning away from him, “Mrs. Storm, please sit down.  When the two of you sit together it creates an open line of communication.  Putting physical space between you only closes that avenue.”
“I-I should check on the boys…” you muttered, turning your attention to the twins who were happily gurgling and playing on the carpeted floor to the side of the couch.
“They’re fine, Aves…”
“And to answer your question, the last time Johnny spoke to me outside of one of your sessions or a court date was when I kicked him out of the house,” you replied, not bothering to look at him as your own memory of another night he was unfaithful came to the forefront of your mind, “his little whore for the night was wearing my rings which were supposed to be at the jeweler because Johnny melted them when we had our last fight and I threw them at his head.”
“Avery, I was asking Johnny to see if he could recall,” the counselor said firmly, “have you spent any time outside of these walls with your children, Mr. Storm?”
“Johnny’s not allowed unsupervised visits…and I don’t want him at the house,” you answered yet again as you sat down on the floor to keep a closer eye on both Dominic and Alex, “and anyways, he’s never contacted me about spending more time with the boys outside of what is mandated…”
“I don’t even have your number, Avery!” he growled, glaring at you as he stood up.  The twins seemed to stop their playful gurgling to glance up at their father.  Their little curls fell into their eyes as they surveyed what was going on between their parents. The one and a half year olds didn’t know what was going on entirely, but seeing their parents argue wasn’t out of the norm.
“Mr. Storm…I’m going to ask you to take a step back from the situation and calm down.”
“I am calm.”
“Da-da.”
Johnny looked at Dominic and noticed that his son was mimicking him.  Both he and Dominic had steam coming off of themselves, and you had backed away upon getting a small burn on your hand.
“Johnny stop it please.  You’re getting Dominic worked up…I-I can’t touch him when he’s like this!”
“Dominic!”
The one and a half year old glared at his father, wobbling until he was clearly between you and Johnny.  And while the baby clearly didn’t understand everything, what he did know was that he was protecting you, his momma. 
“Mr. Storm…I’m going to need you to remove yourself from the situation before this escalates any further.”
“Why do I have to be the one to remove myself, huh?” he growled, turning his attention away from one of his sons towards the counselor.  But the split second was all the that his son needed to conjure and throw a fireball at his father. 
Johnny’s gaze returned to that of his son to see the little boy gearing up to throw another fireball; his clothes slowly turning to ash as they disintegrated from him.
“Dominic,” he said in a warning tone, “no fireballs.”
“Dominic,” you begged, clinging to Alex, who was more reserved in using the powers that his father had given him, “baby boy…calm down and come to mommy.”
“Dominic Johnathon Storm you-“
But the former superhero was cut off when yet another fireball was launched at him, this one hitting him in the side of the head
Even you couldn’t stifle your giggle as the counselor ran for cover, and Johnny’s expensive Ray bans melted down the side of his face. 
“Really Avery?  You’re encouraging this?”
“I-I’m sorry…” you giggled, not at all upset anymore as one of your sons, a carbon copy of Johnny in every way shape and form thought he was battling his father for your honor.  Meanwhile, Alex snuggled against your side, being the more analytical of the two, he was observing the situation. 
“Maybe we should reschedule,” the counselor offered from behind his chair, “Mr. and Mrs. Storm…might you be kind enough to grab young Dominic before he destroys my office?”
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“You two need to talk about this…without the children around…come on my little Rose, let’s go play in the sand!” Harlan remarked, leading a young Rose away from the two of you and towards the sandbox.  You immediately looked away from Ransom, instead choosing to focus on your cell phone.
“You don’t have to talk to me, but will you at least hear me out?”
You looked away from your phone long enough to glare at your ex-husband, “what is there for me to hear out, Ransom?  We’ve been separated for over a year now.  You’ve got supervised visits, and we stay out of your hair.  I don’t ask for child support or alimony…what more could you possibly want from me, huh?  What is there left to say?”
“Well first off, you’re wanting to move with my children, and without my input,” he said firmly, his jaw setting in a firm line as he looked at you, “and while you’re ignoring me every chance you get, I actually want to talk about it…”
“Ransom…you’re shit at talking about things…that’s how you ended up balls deep in your ex while I was out with the kids for the day.  It’s like all of us girls fucked up by choosing one of you guys, because while we were younger than you, not a single one of you could keep your dicks in your pants…you guys all thought we were the ones that needed to grow up, but it was you assholes,” you growled, “the only one who did actually act like an adult was Lance…and that was because he actually cares about his wife.”
“Jess-“
“Ransom, we don’t need to re-hash this yet again…for my sanity,” you growled, shooting him a death glare, “for once in your life, just let this conversation go…Evan, Rose, and I are moving.  Our separation is permanent, and we’re not going to have any more civility between us than what we’re sitting at.  Your mom and Harlan both agree with me…so in your words, eat shit Hugh.”
For a few moments there was nothing but silence between the two of you.  It had lasted so long that you had begun to think that Ransom had indeed given up on his argument.  That was until you heard a few words you never wanted to hear coming from his lips again.
“You’re right…I was a terrible husband to you, and an even worse person…but I miss you, Jess…”
“Ransom…”
“God, I hate when you call me that,” he groaned as his leg began to bounce.  He bit the inside of his cheek and spared a glance at you, “please…just call me Hughey, baby…even if you’re pissed, I’d still rather you call me Hugh.  I miss-“
“Ransom…you need to stop,” you hissed in a low tone, your anger the only resolution in your mind.  Because you knew if you gave in and stopped being angry your heart would ache for the man you truly loved, “I’m here because you’re supposed to have visitation with Evan and Rose…and Evan’s over there playing on the swings, while your grandfather plays with Rose…if all that was going to happen was you messing with my head while your grandfather enjoyed spending time with his great-grandchildren I would have just brought them over to his house and spared myself the mental anguish of being around you.”
“Jess-“
“No Ransom…you don’t get to speak here…least of all to me…if you want to speak, go talk to your children.  The only time I should hear from you is when you want a visit with our children.”
He frowned, his own heart beginning to thump angrily in his chest.  He just wanted you to hear him out.  He just wanted you to know how sorry he was.  Even though it wasn’t his fault, not entirely, he’d felt guilty for the breakdown of his marriage.  Because in the end, he never wanted her.  He never wanted what had happened. 
He only wanted you.
“Just let me explain…”
“If you say one more word to me Ransom, I’m taking the children and I’m leaving you here alone in your self-pity and millions of excuses.”
You glared at him, and he looked down to his hands.  There was a moment you wondered if you were being too harsh with him; if you couldn’t show him a little bit more compassion.  He did truly look upset every time he saw you.  He looked like he regretted every moment away from you.  But you did the only thing you could do in that situation.  Instead of reaching out, you pushed away from him and started towards Evan, leaving the man that you loved, the man that betrayed you to have his own little pity party on the bench. 
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“Come on dad…I just want a little time with my parents for once.”
“Lil…it’s not a good idea,” Ransom said with a shake of his head as he downed the whiskey he poured himself.  Lily rolled her eyes before following him back to the couch, “I haven’t spoken to your mom since you graduated an-“
“Dad…think about your granddaughter!” she said pointedly, looking at her own swollen belly.  Ransom sighed as he watched his eldest child cradle her stomach, “I don’t want my baby to grow up and her grandparents not be on good terms.”
He felt his resolve crumbling as she batted her lashes at him. 
“Fine,” he grumbled, passing her the drink, “do me a favor and fix me another drink.  I’m going to need it if I have to deal with your mother.  I’m going to call Jess real qu-“
“Jess is out with Harlan,” she said quickly, “remember?  Grandma and him took her, Evan, and Rose out for the day?”
Ransom felt a nervousness in the pit of his stomach as he turned back to his daughter.  His brow cocked, “did you purposefully invite your mother over for dinner today knowing that they’d be out?”
She shrugged innocently, handing him a freshly made drink, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Ransom threw it back without a second thought, never once catching the smallest traces of a powder that had yet to disintegrate into the bottom of his glass.
“You know, she still loves you…”
Ransom looked away from his hands to his grandfather.  He wanted to say something smart and witty, but he couldn’t.  He knew his grandfather saw past his sarcastic zipped up demeanor and through to the pain he was really feeling. 
“Daddy!”
His heart melted as he looked at his two year old who was actively, excitedly reaching for him.  He gave a sad sigh before pulling a smile onto his face as he reached towards her and cradled her in his arms.  She giggled, stroking her father’s uncharacteristic stubble, “hello my little rosebud…are you and mommy and Evan doing okay?”
The little girl giggled even more as her fingers traced her father’s lips.  He kissed each pad gently and she squealed, squirming in his arms until she was up and had her arms wrapped around his neck, “love daddy!”
His heart fell to his stomach as his arms wrapped around his baby, but his eyes met with the woman he still loved.  He bit back the same tears that she was holding back as well.  His throat felt tight as she turned away from him and continued to push Evan on the swing.
But he didn’t miss how she used her sleeve to wipe her tears that she refused to let him see fall down her cheeks as she kept her back turned.
Chapter 4
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