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Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, age gap, violence, name calling, violence, blood, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: There’s always one student that stands out. (mature/plus sized reader)

Characters: Johnny Storm

A note on reader characters:

For clarity, each reader will have a defined nickname when appearing in any installment not their own. So far, we have:

Book Smart: Tweed

Below Average: Flora

Overdue: Cookie

Straightlaced: Brownie

Note: My first time writing Johnny and he turned out to be awfulllll.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Donkey love Waffles. Take care. 💖

The first day of the semester always slogs by, yet each class stampedes out as if suffocating in the airy lecture hall. You watch the fresh batch of students as they flow down the stairs, voices buzzing as they chatter, bemoaning their next class or pondering what to have for lunch. Very few acknowledge you on the way out, but that will change. It always does, once they fall behind.

You sigh as you slip your laptop in your bag and wrap up the cord. The doors shut with a clatter only to open a moment later. You expect a forgetful student, instead disappointed by your persistent ex. Professor Andrew Barber, LLM, strides over to you, his navy collar peeking above a sleek black blazer.

You ignore him and zip up your bag, lifting it by the short leather handles and marching around the podium. He quickly blocks your path.

"Just gonna run off on me again?"

You meet his eyes, deep like the ocean. Those eyes you fell for, those eyes that betrayed you.

A flash of the lunch, salad thrown across your front, an angry wife about to toss the wine too. Humiliation chasing you from the patio smelling of caesar dressing.

"I have nothing to say to you," you snarl, "I'm busy."

"She left," he moves with you, easily penning you in, "divorce is underway–"

"I don't care," you snap, "you lied to me, worse, you lied to your wife."

"Ex," he insists.

You scoff and shake your head. You head back around the podium, watching him from the corner of your eye as you try to outpace him towards the door.

"Leave me alone," you spin back to him, "got it."

"Please, we can finally be together–"

"No, we can't," you sneer, "I can't be with a cheater."

"It was over, even then, we just didn't want to admit it–"

"Shut up," you slice your hand in the air, "it's over, Andrew."

His brows draw together and you turn to haul open the doors. You stomp out into the hall, a bright red letterman jacket grabbing your attention. He's vaguely familiar, probably one of the students who just fled for safety.

"Oh, hi," your sole squeaks.

"Hey," he says coolly, "I wasn't sure if you were still around, prof, but I gotta talk with you about the schedule."

"It's set in stone," you reply as the door opens behind you.

Andy sidles out without a word. The student glances away to watch him and you catch a glimpse of their gazes meeting for just a moment before the older struts off with an exasperated huff.

"Did I interrupt?" The student asks.

"My office hours are listed," you face him, "I'd be more than happy to chat then."

"Yeah, no problem, but my coach," he reaches in his jacket pocket and unfolds a wrinkly page, "he gave me the schedule for the season, some of them are the same as class so–"

"I'll review," you hold out your hand expectantly, "but we'll discuss during office hours."

"Damn, you're a hard ass, huh?" He snickers as he hands over the paper.

"Excuse me?"

"Shoulda guessed by the boots," he winks before his eyes descend, lingering on your burgundy Doc Martens.

You frown, you've met his type before. You get a couple every year. Some jock just filling his timetable. You unclip the pen from your shirt pocket, "name?"

"Johnny," he smirks. You raise your brows "Oh, uh, Storm."

"Alright, Mr. Storm," you hunch to use your leg as a desk and scribble his name, "I expect you at office hours to discuss any possible exemptions."

"Possible? But coach–"

"Coach doesn't run my classroom," you slide the pen back in place, "see you then, Mr. Storm."

"Johnny," he corrects.

"Mr. Storm," you counter as you turn away, "don't you have practice or something?"

You walk off, eager for the respite of your office. The first day is never a smooth sail; there's always some bullshit to deal with.

📕

The first week of office hours is as dead as usual. The clock ticks on and the two hour window closes with a yawn. As you put away the paperback that filled your idleness, a shadow appears in your peripheral, filling the door frame. Andy.

"Look, not today–"

"Office hours still on?" He asks out of breath. It's Johnny.

"Mr. Storm. You're late."

"I'm sorry, prof, I got caught up at the gym and–"

He wears a muscle shirt, sweat glistening on his thick neck and arms, a hint of chest hair poking out. His shimmery gym shorts swish as he steps inside.

"Like I said, you're a minute past–"

"Come on, I ran all the way here," he pants as he grips his hips.

You consider him. His icy blue eyes flicker as he does the same to you. He's the exact type you despised as student and instructor alike. Still, he's there and what's ten more minutes. Less trouble than having him hold a grudge.

"My time is limited," you warn as you search your bag for the schedule he gave you days ago. You smooth it out and have a look over it. He falls into the chair heavily, scraping it back an inch loudly.

"I circled all the conflicts. Only four, including the final exam," you explain, "I can accommodate the weekly quizzes with a written assignment and the exam can be rescheduled…"

You look up, he's got his elbow on the arm as he cradles his chin, grinning at you.

"Does that work for you, Mr. Storm?" You ask tersely.

"You got it, prof," his cheek twitches, "look kinda young to be a professor, you know?"

"Flattery won't get you extra points," you take out a form from the basket on the edge of your desk and fill out the exam details, giving a sharp signature at the bottom.

You slide it over to him and cap the pen, dropping it into the square cup.

"Was there anything else?"

He stares for a moment and shrugs, "might just look a little longer."

You squint and stand, grabbing your bomber jacket from the rack.

"Mr. Storm, I'm certain you're as busy as I am," you pull the jacket over your star-speckled button-up, "I've entertained you long enough."

"You know, I always wondered if you profs ever had fun, doesn't seem like it," he stands, "the stick just stays rammed right up–"

"You can take that form and see the registrar," you interrupt him, "and the next time I see you, you won't continue this tone with me."

He chuckles and nears the desk, slowly taking the exam, "ah, don't worry, prof, for you, I can be sweet."

"It's quarter past," you jingle your keys impatiently.

"Got it," he puts a hand up defensively, "see ya Tuesday."

"Goodbye, Mr. Storm," you dismiss him bluntly.

He gives an amused smirk before he turns, a cocky strut out the door as he leaves you perturbed. He's hardly a disappointment, rather exactly what you dreaded.

📕

Once you're in the swing of the new semester, the months pass without peculiarity. The usual late assignments and contestations of grades docked for that reason, students pleading for extensions as they fail to surpass the honeymoon phase of college, and the same lectures you gave every year.

The habit is so innate, it's depressing. The routine so dull, it's demeaning.

Halloween nears and so the student spirit turns vibrant with the leaves. Chatter of costumes and parties as the masses collectively ignore their looming midterms. You're all but invisible in the last week of October as the excitement builds to a tantamount.

As you end your final lesson before letting the students out to work on their assignment coming due, the stampede has become a shuffle. Students drag their feet even as they speak enthusiastically to one another. A recognizable face stops beside your podium, the girl who brought in the tray of mostly untouched cupcakes.

"Oh," she nears and looks over the immaculately decorated desserts, "I suppose I'll just save them."

"Their loss," you smile at her. It's a nice gesture but college kids just aren't wholesome. "I'll steal one before you go though. I've been eyeing the skeleton. Vanilla?"

"White chocolate," she explains, "um, I'm just on my way to the library and I don't think I wrote down that accounting book you referenced right."

You take the cupcake out of the container before she boxes it up. She sets her bag down, seemingly her whole dorm room stored within, and flutters through the pages of her notebook. She points to her loopy handwriting to show you the jot.

"Nah, you got it," you assure her, "I'm sure a librarian can help you out if you get lost."

"Awesome, thanks," she shoves the notebook away and takes her bag, balancing the tupperware against her hip as she struggles to balance all her belongings.

"Sup, prof?" Johnny scares you as he hops down the last step and clamors to lean his arm on the podium, "about the assignment..."

"No extensions," you insist as you shut down your laptop.

"Not even for a bribe, cause looks like you're taking them," he grabs the cupcake and peels back the paper, taking a bite, "you know, I'd give extra marks for this too," he says through a full mouth.

"Do you usually take without asking?" you challenge as he licks the icing from his lips.

"I don't mind sharing," he reaches across and barely misses your cheek with the gooey filling.

"I'm good," you unhook the cords and tuck them away.

"Watching the figure? Must be hard as you get older, or so I've heard--"

"Like I said," you focus on loading up your leather bag, "no extensions, Mr. Storm. Now I'm sure you have somewhere to be."

"So, do you, like, get gym access as a prof? I figure, we got it, you guys must too. Actually, I've seen some of the other professors there, the doc? Cool dude."

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Mr. Storm. I expect your paper handed in with everyone else's."

"I'm gonna be working this off," he pats his stomach as he takes another bite, humming in delight.

You inhale but don't let it out. You lift your bag and shut down the projector before placing the remote away. You turn and march across the room. He follows as you try to ignore him.

"I need some help, alright?" he says as he sucks the remnants off his fingers, "just a little extracurricular tutoring."

"I will recommend what I recommend to all my students, Mr. Storm," you hold the door and point him out sharply, "find a very helpful classmate and ask them for help, you seem popular. As well, the library has a tutor program for students. All free of charge."

"I don't want anyone else," he smirks.

"You know when my office hours are," you swallow, "now out."

"Ugh, I love it when you get bossy."

He finally goes into the hall as you scowl at his back. He turns, raising a finger as he thinks of some other snappy remark. You slam the door and turn the lock. You hear his hand hit the other side, then silence, then a laugh.

"You're funny, teach," he raps with his knuckles rhythmically, "don't worry, I'll see ya next week."

You roll your eyes and look up the rows of seat, another set of doors at the top of the stairs. Hopefully, he doesn't think of it.

📕

"Look, I tried, prof," Johnny is once more yapping at you as you try to escape the classroom as quickly as you can, "I really did, but you gotta understand, I'm kind of a big deal. Star player and all that. Coach said--"

"I don't care what coach said," you say as you gather up the handed in papers, "you have until midnight to email your assignment or you can take your zero to the coach."

"Ah, goddamn, you're killing me here," he throws a hand up, students emptying out behind him.

"I'd consider it academic suicide, nothing to do with me," you look at him tritely, "this is a first year class, Mr. Storm, you should be able to handle that as a sophomore."

"You looking into me?" he asks coyly as he leans on the podium, "cause all you gotta do is ask."

"Mr. Storm," you warn dully and turn to take your thermos from behind the podium, a pang flashing through your hip as you bend.

"Little lower," Johnny taunts.

"I have a mind," you stand straight, "to bring you down to the dean's office. This level of harassment will not be tolerated--"

"Tell me, prof, I haven't done anything, what have I said that's so bad?"

"From what I can tell, a lot," a deep voice comes from your other shoulder as Andy approaches. Fuck.

"Yo, what's up, Uncle D?"

Andy gives him a growl, "get outta here before I call your mother."

"Mother?" you whisper to yourself, glancing between them in confusion.

"Now," Andy jabs his thumb towards the door.

"Don't tell me this is the one?" Johnny scoffs.

"Out," Andy's jaw ticks.

"Alright, gee, I'm just tryna pass this damn shit," Johnny scoops up his backpack and slinks away.

You zip up your bag and slide it off the table. Andy watches you, stepping closer as you head for the door.

"He been bugging you?" he asks.

"You know him?" you counter.

"Nephew," he shakes his head, "my family tree is full of rot."

"You said it, not me," you retort.

"Ah, don't start like this," a hand on his hip, the way he does, "I've come to apologise. Again. Just haven't found the magic number yet."

"Move on, Andy, I have," you snort, "Christ, I got enough to worry about without you chasing me around."

"Johnny?"

"That twerp? No."

"So, it's someone else."

"Unlike you, I don't need to be attached at the crotch to find meaning," you bluster, "now leave me be. I'm tired of telling you."

"We had fun," he says weakly.

"It was all lies. Go and find someone else. You're a free man now, Andrew, enjoy it. Just not with me."

His lashes flick and his nostrils flare. "There's no one else."

"You'll find someone," you elbow past him, "and I'm just fine by myself."

📕

Midterms throw campus into a storm of anxiety, your own coming as you ascend the mountain of grading before you. The weeks blur in a haze of half-asleep marking and caffeine-driven lectures to equally exhausted students. There isn't a moment to catch your breath as final assignments nip at the heels of the ultimate examination.

Between dodging phone calls from your ex and a singular pest in varsity colours, you hardly cling to your sanity.

A late night sees you at campus after dark, though that comes earlier with each day. The cleaners chase you from your nocturnal pursuit and you resign yourself to a morning of the same. The next name on the stack stares up at you as you shrug into your long coat, the straight cut charcoal wool hugging you close. Johnny Storm. Already you see he didn't follow the format.

You sigh and ignore the tugging irritation. You imagine another slick attempt at cajoling you. In fact, you'd bet on it. Those types always remain; the entitled jocks. You dealt with the same in your time on the other side of the podium. They never let you forget what you were, just like Johnny and his not too clover overtures.

It was a guy like him that welcomed you to campus at a pig party. Those cruel get-togethers held by frats to humiliate the unwanted. You blink away the memories. That's a very long time ago. You're an adult now and above the Johnnies of the world.

It's almost ten. Some students mill in pairs and trios on their way to the night's big attraction, some keggers or dorm room rave that will have them dozing in tomorrow's lectures. Most have already arrived and light up distant windows with their silhouette's and whoops that escape the over sills.

You cross the courtyard and enter the lot where you left your reliable Volvo. Yours is the only left at permit parking makes certain none overstay their welcome. You throw your bag in the backseat and yawn, the door shutting with a snap.

You get in the driver's seat and as you close your door, the passenger side opens and a body falls in beside you. You flinch, gasping at the unexpected invasion, and fumble for the mace attached to your keychain. A pair of hands fight yours as you try to grasp the small canister.

"Hey, prof, it's just me--" Johnny wrestles with you as you squirm and squeal in fright, "would you stop? You set that thing off in here and we'll both be sorry."

"What the fuck are you doing?" you exclaim as you try to untangle your hands from his.

"I waved to you back there," he points noncommittally.

"This is wildly inappropriate," you tear away from him, "get out--"

"Look, I just wanna talk to you--"

"Johnny, no!" You wrangle out your phone shakily, adrenaline surging, "I'm calling campus police."

"Now don't be a bitch," he reaches over and crushes your hand with his. You squeak as your fingers release from the sheer pain of his grip and he snatches the phone away, "but I do love to hear you say my name, teach."

"Get off!" you swipe at him, then a second time for the phone. The back of his hand snaps your head back, his knuckles bouncing off your nose.

"I've tried being nice," he snarls as he tucks your phone in his jacket, his breath fogging before him in the cold car, "and to someone like you? Don't you know who I am? What I'm gonna be? Couple years, I'm gonna be making millions in the pros and you'll still be here, probably a few pounds heavier, playing queen over your little minions."

"Asshole!" You throw a fist at him, glancing off his jaw as he narrowly evades most of it, "get out off my car!"

You turn in your seat and bring your feet up, kicking his arm as hard as you can, "get-- out!"

You batter him with your boots and he grunts. He snags one ankle, as he yanks on the door handle with the other. He steps out, hunching through the frame as he grabs your other legs. You exclaim as he drags you from the seat and over the console, flailing before you plummet to the ground, the impact knocking the wind out of you as he keeps hold of you ankles.

You grunt as he drops your legs, your hands on your chest as you try to catch your breath. You sense his shadow and fling your foot out again, hitting his knee as you try to roll over. He hooks his foot under you and pushes you to your back once more. He stomps on your stomach with his thick sole and steps over you, falling onto his knees to straddle you.

"You bitch, stupid as shit. Tryna put me out for the season," he grabs you by the neck as he holds you down, your boots knocking off the tarmac, "you don't wanna listen? Cool. I'm done talking."

He reels back and a blow cracks over your jaw. Your head turns with the force as he hits you again, again, again. He leaves you garbling and dizzy as he stands, shaking out his hand as your vision blurs. You whimper as he kicks you in the side, several times until you're coughing.

"I dare you to call the fucking police," he takes your phone out and tosses it down beside you, "see if they'll fucking believe you. I got an alibi, bitch, right now, my bros will attest I'm living it up in Zeta."

You sniffle and wipe your bloody mouth, metallic and slimy.

"So, how about that B+? Not asking for much is it?" He rolls his shoulders and hisses as he cradles his hand, "you got a hard fucking head."

His heel crunches against the loose pebbles scattered over the tarmac. You shudder and reach for your phone, eyes welling and bleary as you struggle to sit up. You can barely unlock it as your vision doubles. After several attempts, you finally key in 9 1 1.

📕

"Did you get a good look at the perpetrator?" The cop's voice echoes in your ear with the ripple of agony in your ribs.

"I knew him," you answered, quivering as you gave Johnny's name and recounted the attack. The officer's listened indifferently, promised they'd look into him as a potential suspect.

"But it was him. I told you, he followed me to my car."

"We heard you, ma'am, but these things must be investigated thoroughly," the second officers puts in, "you have to understand."

"I don't. I'm telling you--"

"We have your report. We'll let you know."

That was it. They let you drive off in your car with dried blood across your face and a stabbing in your skull. The paramedics gave you Advil after declaring you thoroughly concussed, but their obligation ended the moment you left.

You laugh darkly as you sit in your condo, still filthy with blood, spit, and salt. It's almost morning. You email your classes for the day as you keep a bag of frozen peas on your jaw. Andy's calling again. You can't.

You lay down with the blare of the TV playing. After noon, you finally drag yourself to the shower and wash away the mess, awakening new pains as you do. You'll go to the dean, have him taken out of your class in the very least.

📕

"These are some serious accusations," Dean Drysdale leans back and toys incessantly with a letter opener. He's got to be younger than you but there he is, at the top of the mountain. "Not to mention private relations with students is a fireable offence and to make such an allegation because it blew up in your face…"

"Excuse me," you frown, your swollen lip throbbing, "look at me. He beat the– he attacked me. All for a grade."

"So you say but you don't think we get ahead of these things? Anything that happens on campus comes to me. I've spoken with the police already. They interviewed the student in question and he has an alibi. They also have several witnesses attesting of some after class conversations which got pretty intense."

"What are you talking about? He did this. He did this and what? Your lying because you don't want the scandal? Because it's not worth the legal fees? Look what he did!"

You point to your bruised face and wince. Your ribs thrum and your stomach muscles burn.

"You have no evidence and you're treading awfully close to suspension with this behaviour," he sets the long opener down, "I understand you work with numbers, you must be aware of statistics… how many assaults go to trial? How many are convicted? If you aren't aware, you might ask your associate, Professor Barber."

You feel sick. You knew the moment you got involved with Andy it wouldn't work out. That's what you get for indulging in a stupid whim.

"That… association is well past over," you reply in a tremor.

"Wouldn't look good before a jury, would it?"

You grip the arms of the chair. You feel sick.

"If… and I'm saying if I don't pursue legal action, will you transfer him out of my section?"

"Hm, it's rather late in the semester," he drawls thoughtfully.

"Please," you utter, "or… or I guess I'll have to withdraw from my post."

"You have a contractual obligation to remain until your position can be supplemented," he counters, "fine, I'll move him."

He leans back and props his feet on his desk. You grimace at the scuffed soles of his loafers.

"Is that it?"

"Well, you got more to say?" He grins.

You chomp down to keep screaming and stand. That alone has you trembling. You have a class to teach in one hour, you'll have to get yourself together by then.

📕

You stand in line at the cafe just a building over from your next class, waiting for your name to be called. You lean against the wall, watching the baristas behind the counter as you try to ignore the looks. Your busted lip is still pretty obvious and the bandage on your nose too. For once, your students will have lots of questions.

When your order comes up, you take it from the pick up window and turn to leave. As you do, you narrowly miss walking into two girls. You apologise under your breath, but you recognise one of them. A student. The one who likes to bake.

"Hi, professor," her smile doesn't quite break the surface as she takes in your appearance, "oh my god, what happened to you? Are you okay?"

Her friend watches on with wide eyes. You want to disappear in embarrassment. What can you say?

"Just an accident," you lie, "took a tumble down some stairs but I'm fine."

The baker girl looks at her friend and they seem to have a silent conversation before they glance back at you.

"Are you sure?"

You laugh, "your concern is sweet but I can take care of myself. Been doing that for a while. I'll see you in class, yes?"

You shoulder past her as nicely as you can, the girls parting to clear your path.

"It's scary," the girl calls after you, "when men lose control."

You stop but don't look back. You shake your head, "I told you, stairs."

You fall back into a march and shudder. If she could figure it out, you need to put on a better mask.

📕

Final exams come to an end as your bruises fade away, only a slight tenderness where he hit you hardest. The dreams don't stop though. You see Johnny every time you close your eyes, but you don't see him in your class. The dean could afford you at that mercy in the least.

You have a timer set, fifteen minutes before the forecast sunset. You leave before dark when you can, jittering every time you find yourself on campus alone in the dim. Yet, when you reach your car, unscathed, you can't help but hate yourself for being so afraid.

Johnny got his anger out, that seems to be enough for him. Don't let him do more than physical damage, he hasn't earned more than that.

Andy still calls and you still don't answer, but your phone rings less and less. You barely touch it. Since the police called and reiterated the same dismissals as Drysdale. The futility is frustrating, you don't have the energy to push back. You just want to forget it.

Five minutes left, still a pile of final exams to be graded. You sigh and grab your bag. You'll continue marking when your insomnia inevitably has you restless.

You cross to the door and pull it open, letting out a pathetic cry as you're met by an unexpected figure on the other side. Your keys are already in hand, mace gripped firmly. He has your wrist in a vice before you can aim it and push the lever. You wince as you struggle to redirect your arm.

He covers your mouth and forces you back. You turn your head and his hand slips. You bite the side of it and he grunts as staggers and wrenches it away. He shoves you and you exclaim as you stumble, your bag dropping with your keys to the edge of the worn rug.

He kicks the door shut as he follows, seizing you by your throat as he once more smothers you with his palm. He shakes you as he brings you closer, glaring you down.

"Long time, no see," he smirks, "you really think I was done with you?"

You garble into his hand as he squeezes the breath from you.

"You did me a favour, you know? New Prof felt bad and gave me a B just for showing. Easy at that, huh?"

You latch onto his jacket as you try to push him away. He's strong, very strong. He barely seems to notice as you tug on his collar.

"I didn't forget you though. Cops got the coach going, you know? And with scouts showing up… you coulda fucked everything up. What did that get you?"

You hit his chest and drag your nails down the cotton beneath his open jacket. He winces but keeps you trapped.

He forces you back, kicking aside the chair as he passes it, and urging you against the desk harshly. The wooden edge sends a pang through your hips.

"Too big for your britches, that's what they say, but I always thought it was a metaphor," he snickers as his chokes you with one hand, the other slipping from your mouth to grope your chest through the wool coat, "seasons out for the holidays, figured we might celebrate."

You growl as you cling to his arm, wriggling as he pushes you down until your shoulders hit the desk. He presses between your legs, strangling you with both hands as he snarls down at you.

"I can do this the hard way– well, I'm already hard," he taunts.

He peels a hand away as he grabs the end of your scarf. He shushes as you cough and sputter. He wads the scarf into your mouth until you gag, barely able to breathe past his grasp and the fabric.

You reach to pull it out and he catches your hands, finally letting the weight off your neck. He pins your arms and tuts.

"I am really trying not to fuck up that face again," he hisses as he bends over you, eyes burning as his nose nearly meets yours, "how is your head anyway, huh?"

You stare at him, inhaling deep as you glare back. He lets go of you and yanks open the front of your coat. You beat on his shoulders as you writhe, legs flailing around him. You hit him harder and harder as he tears up your sweater, undershirt bunching in the wool and scratching against your chest.

You bat his hands as he grips your bra, snapping the band at the front. You swing at him and he easily deflects it with his arm. He tilts his head until neck pops and his knuckles glance over your cheek, dizziness spinning your vision.

"Just can't give up," he sneers as he cruelly fondles your chest, tweeking and pinching, bowing down to nip the tender flesh.

You groan as his touch crawls down your stomach, biting you meanly as he curls his fingers into the waist of your dark jeans. He jolts you several times as he tears them down your thighs. You weakly push on his head and shoulders, choking as the scarf dries out your mouth and muffles your horror.

He lifts your legs as he stands, resting them up his torso as he rolls your jeans to them knee. Your head lolls as you shakily cup your forehead, your other arm outstretched in a measly attempt to stop him. He shifts as he mutters under his breath stepping closer as his jeans sag.

Your fingers meet his pelvis and he slaps your touch away as he bends his knees, latching onto your hip as he reaches down to guide his tip along your ass. You close your eyes as he prods around impatiently.

He rams into you. Hard. Your eyes well and the tears bead along your lashes as your walls sear from his unwelcomed intrusion. He thrusts deeper, as deep as he can go, and huffs as he plants his hand against your sternum, holding you down as he falls into a heedless pace.

You push your head back as you bite down on the scarf. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, his tendons taut as he ruts and kneads your thigh painfully. He puffs as he loses himself in his wrathful lust, fucking you further onto the desk only to pull you back to him.

Once more, his grip finds your neck and he leans heavily on the windpipe, hips snapping furiously as he chases down his orgasm. His body quakes as the rough trim of his jacket tickles your stomach, a chill coiling up your back and quivering in your thighs.

"What the fuck do you do to me?" he rasps, "huh? Think I wanna fuck something like you? I could get any girl I want but you-- look what you've fucking done."

You turn your face away and suck in air through your nostrils. Shame, anger, terror, course through your veins and scald your nerves.

"I didn't even make you beg for it," he slams into you, "nah, I just-- gave-- it to you." He grows breathless as his motion turns erratic.

His hands release and clutch your shoulders, pinning you as his jaw clenches and he purrs with a spasm. He cums, hanging his head forward as he rides it out to shaky rocking of his hips. He grunts as he buries himself in you completely with a final unloving thrust.

"Merry fucking Christmas," he slides out of you, his cum spilling out as he leaves your legs to dangle over the desk. You bring your thighs together as he retreats and you slowly reach for the scarf, "I dare you to tattle this time."

#johnny storm #johnny storm x reader #dark johnny storm #dark!johnny storm #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #au #series #dark au #dark!au #campus au #college au #fantastic four #marvel

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kobikate · 10 months

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Closed starter for @torchedx

Kate whistled as she got ready to go meet some of the guys down at the local pizza joint. They had a game later that week and were working hard in practice- they deserved a little treat, right? Right. She threw on her NYU hoodie, denim shorts and favorite purple sneakers. She pinned her long dark hair up with a claw clip and grabbed her phone and purse.

Text: [Johnny Boy] I'm otw 👍🏻

She sent the text to her friend and teammate, Johnny Storm. He was a little annoying sometimes- all of them were really. But they had become like family, especially after she proved herself to be a valuable member of the team. Which wasn't easy, but she had a sports scholarship for a reason. She just wished she could play a better position, but her height limited her a bit. What she lacked in that, though, she made up for in strength and agility.

Once she arrived at the pizza place, she pushed the doors open and scanned the restaurant for the familiar faces.

#hope this is ok!#kate's college au: football season #johnny storm

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stackthedeck · 1 year

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I firmly believe that Peter and MJ have the same list of exes but this fact is completely unknown to both of them

#Peter never actually did anything with Wade so he never got to be with mj #but Peter and flash definitely experimented in college #mj also had an affair with Betty brant #Johnny Storm has borrowed mj for a plus one for a premier

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bigskydreaming · 2 years

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Ahhh. I’m hearing old industry friend talking about how the reason there’s no projected X-Men MCU projects before 2025, even though they’ve started going ahead with using the term mutant in universe, is NOT because they can’t use the characters yet per the old Fox contracts OR because they’d have to reuse the same actors per the actors still being attached thanks to the old Fox projects....

Rather, its because the PRODUCERS of the Fox X-Men films are still attached until 2025, and any MCU projects that use material already established in the Fox movies would mean Kinberg, Singer, etc, would be guaranteed a seat at the producer table and that specifically is what MCU producers are trying to avoid.

Interesting.

#Im curious to see how this plays out in a variety of respects #for instance they've really been hyping up the whole Spider-man and his amazing friends concept in the comics lately #aka building on the nostalgia of the old cartoon about Peter and his BFFs Iceman and Firestar #and there were a LOT of rumors awhile back that the next (or at least a proposed future) Spider-Man movie about Peter in college #wanted to introduce Firestar and Bobby #(although that was intertwined with rumors they wanted to introduce Bobby and Johnny Storm as Peter's new BFFs #which has credence given that i can see the MCU trying to go that route and there's the fact that originally the Spiderman #and his Amazing Friends cartoon only created and used Firestar INSTEAD of Johnny because of Johnny's cartoon rights being tied #up elsewhere at the time)#but regardless I am interested to see if that pans out still (before 2025) and how they might go about it #because there's no problem using Firestar in a future Spider-Man movie since her character has no prior connection #to the Fox movies nor is it reliant on material specifically introduced in those films #but Bobby would be more of an issue. HOWEVER. I could see them trying the angle that going with a take on Bobby Drake #that's rooted in his post coming out narratives - openly gay etc #would count as a substantial differentiation from the Fox film version of Bobby and thus be grounds for introducing #his character prior to 2025 WITHOUT having to loop in any of the Fox producers because they'd be utterly #irrelevant to this take on the character #now I'm jaded about the MCU in general but tbh one of my go-to thoughts since they got the X-Men rights back were #*rolls eyes at Disney* 'wonder how likely it is that Bobby - who's been in virtually every major X-Men adaptation EVER when he was written #as straight - just so happens to end up one of the major X-characters coincidentally NOT to make it into the MCU in the first several #waves of X-Men making their MCU debuts'#so......given that he IS one of the biggest and most iconic X-Men characters who COULD feasibly be introduced to the MCU pre-2025 #going by this chatter as to why the hold-up with major X-characters still.....BUT that introducing him and using #him to help build up a foundation of mutants in the MCU would RELY on infamously homophobic Disney to greenlight #a clear and distinctive emphasis on an unambiguously gay Bobby Drake......hmmm #kinda curious to see how this all plays out on just a meta or behind the scenes level

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grimmusings · 4 days

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Campus life means even the weirdest things appear to be completely normal.

With Kate and Johnny

Answered here! 🔥

#johnny storm #kobikate #college!verse #memes #ask

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evermore-fashion · 2 months

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Evermore-Fashion: Women of Marvel

Dr. Susan "Sue" Richards (née Storm), a.k.a the Invisible Woman, is an American super-powered adventurer. She was a college student before she was exposed to high levels of cosmic radiation when boyfriend and scientist, Dr. Reed Richards, took her with her younger brother, Johnny Storm and pilot Ben Grimm, into space in the stolen rocket Marvel-1. The radiation mutated her and her friends, turning her invisible and allowing her to create forcefields. Together they became the Fantastic Four, a team of adventurers who explored space, time, and alternate dimensions and saved the world along the way from science-based threats. (Zuhair Murad Fall 2022 Haute Couture Collection)

#Fashion #FashionEdit #Zuhair Murad #CoutureEdit #Fashion Details #Fantastic Four #Susan Storm #Marvel Comics #Comic Book Fashion #My Edit

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apollostears · 6 months

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𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘖𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙏 # ！︎

↠︎ plot + warnings: headcanons on college!jjk men with f!reader roommate and their halloween adventures. reference to sex + mention of blood + swearing

↠︎ featuring: gojo, choso, nanami, toji, geto + special guests: shiu + sukuna

↠︎ this special '*' is somewhere in the hcs and the explanation is at the end!

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞!𝐣𝐣𝐤

☥︎ full disclosure, you live with scaredy cats.

☥︎ nanami don't play with that demonic shit in the slightest !!! ︎☥︎ he is absolutely the one to grab you and haul ass at the slightest movement. ︎☥︎ toji and geto fight instead of flight 💀 so to save some legal fees, its best to do haunted anything, without them.

☥︎ gojo cries and choso just disassociates 😭

☥︎ one thing that you guys always do for halloween is have a halloween movie marathon with the kids and girls.

☥︎ you guys always dress up in the same theme. this year, you guys were the fantastic four + the silver surfer + dr. doom

☥︎ toji was dr. doom, choso the silver surfer, nanami was mr. fantastic, you were the invisible woman.

☥︎ geto and gojo drew straws on who would be johnny storm and the other would be the thing.

☥︎ geto won

☥︎ the guys throw a halloween special at the tattoo shop. its always a huge turnout.

☥︎ one year, toji ended up having a match on halloween and it was the best time!!!!

☥︎ obvi it was costume theme so of course y'all went as WWE characters 💀

☥︎ it was supposed to be an attempt to embarrass toji but he came out lookin like the undertaker during his modern phenom era.

☥︎ music playin and all!

☥︎ and then he won the match and people started calling him the reaper.

☥︎ and yes, it definitely filled his already big ass head 🙄

☥︎ one time y'all did one of those huge scare fest's andddd it was def smth 😭

☥︎ y'all know that run bts episode when they go to one and yoongi squares up with an actor?

☥︎ that was toji and geto the entire time.

☥︎ runnin and swingin

☥︎ one of toji's friends* tells him about a halloween party that another underground fighter was hosting and you guys berate him into going.

☥︎ so everyone's costumes for that one were slasher themed!

☥︎ geto was pyramid head, choso was ghostface, toji was freddy krueger, gojo was jason voorhees, nanami was michael myers, and you were tiffany the bride of chucky!!! ︎☥︎ it was a great night for the most part!

☥︎ the host had hired exotic dancers that were all dressed up in bloody outfits and hot makeup

☥︎ the decorations made the entire place look like a house of horrors tbh

☥ you ended up dancing with a guy dressed as a sexy leatherface ︎☥︎ and DAMN did that mf know how to catch some ass!

☥ well come to find out that he was the host and you guys ended up sleeping together ︎☥︎ shoutout to you for finally getting dick after being cockblocked for so long!!!

☥︎ but none of the guys were happy to see that your body of choice was none other than ryomen sukuna a.k.a toji's biggest pain in the ass!

☥︎ but hey, spooky shit happens 🤷🏾‍♀️

*he doesn't consider shiu a friend, more of a benefactor but you think they're besties

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 🤍

#mayawrites #anime x black!reader #black!reader #anime #jjk x reader #jjk x black!reader #gojo x black!reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #choso x reader #jjk college au #college!au series #college!jjk

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venus616 · 2 years

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i'm just saying you can do better; {p.p.}

Pairing: peter parker x f!reader (gif is tasm but you can interpret this as any peter parker)

Summary: tell me have you heard that lately? i'm just saying you can do better... and i'll start hating only if you make me. (lyrics by drake, marvin's room)

translation: you and peter have been best friends for years, you had a crush on him but eventually got over it and he noticed you're about to move on to some other guy. he just had to get something off his chest before you did that

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, alcohol mentions (margarita, beer, shots), vaginal fingering/sex, oral sex, praise kink (if you squint), jealousy, language, unprotected sex, 18+, NSFW

Word Count: 5.6k (2.4k is smut LOL)

A/N: once i decided on a title for this fic i couldnt stop humming marvins room sjdjnfjnd but yeah this was fun to write it was a previously abandoned wip (my first one ever for peter actually) that i revised the plot for almost entirely and this came out way better than i expected shout out to my oomf / friend for reading both times

She usually kept to herself and her closest friends, Peter being her best one. And don’t get her wrong, she loved Peter. There were no words for how much adoration she had for him, but unfortunately, she wasn't the only one.

Peter was their college’s most eligible bachelor, how could he not be? Top of his class, the freshmen’s favorite Physics TA and possibly the cutest guy at the school. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not necessarily a playboy but it was definitely a step up from his social standing from Midtown High. He enjoyed the attention, he’d be a fool not to. Especially because he’s being noticed as himself and not just when he’s in the suit. So yeah, he went on a few dates here and there. Hooked up with a couple people in the bathrooms of frat parties. Even flirted while he was helping students on their problem sets.

Unfortunately for her, she had to hear all about it afterwards.

Whether it’s from his end, a guy talking about the encounter in the dining hall or a girl talking about it before her organic chemistry lecture. She wasn’t the biggest fan of it, it hurt seeing someone she loved dearly, after realizing how deeply that love ran once he was single again, not manifest into a deeper relationship. Peter had been a core part of her life since high school, Aunt May adored her, her family adored him. She was even there for his break up with Gwen Stacy so she could study abroad.

As they got older she understood those were the things that just came with being the best friend to someone who was as amazing as Peter which is why she didn’t risk changing it. She accepted her place in his life and eventually those feelings of consistent jealousy that would flare during the first few months of their freshman year subsided. Sometimes they would come back up but she pushed it aside as false hope as there were outside parties involved. For example, the few times when her friends (that weren’t also his) accused him of being flirty. Each time, nothing came of it. So she refused to read too much into it until he said it explicitly.

She finally chose to actively move on from this high school crush, that she even started seeing someone from one of her classes and they were planning a third date for this weekend. This, because of course, came up during their hang out with their mutual friends in her and Felicia’s campus apartment. They were hanging out to take the edge off after midterms from last week and crowded in the kitchen counter playing bartender during. This was one of the rare times Peter could make it, so she appreciated the quality time with him.

After Felicia made a small margarita for her, she started asking how it was going with Johnny from the Bioethics course. Everyone’s chatter dropped considerably because everyone was interested in the prospective relationship in bloom with the Johnny Storm. She stuttered before clearing her throat, clearly embarrassed.

“It’s fine. I mean, he’s really sweet of course. And fun-”

“So have you guys hooked up?” Felicia cuts off. Peter smirks before looking to her for her response.

She feels her stomach flipping at his sudden attention to her answer.

She plays it off before responding, clearing her throat. “Yeah,” she shoots a grin meeting with the eyes across the room before the room erupts in a light cheer.

“We’re actually gonna see eachother again this weekend and go to his place in the city.” She smiles to herself in excitement. She bites the bottom of her lip as her friends shoot quirked up eyebrow glances her way.

“Well let’s celebrate! You're gonna get some from THE Johnny Storm! Bottoms up!” Felicia announces. The rest of her friends follow suit as she tries to laugh off the burning up of her cheeks and ears, not realizing the news of her sex life would be this exciting.

Peter bitterly smirks before taking a swig of his beer. He didn’t understand why this was such a big deal that Felicia practically had to make a show of it.

He also didn’t understand his annoyance and attempted to play it off. It increasingly became hard as the questions advanced and she continued blushing, describing the last few dates with him. Peter’s ears particularly perked up at the study date she had with him, finding out that she had canceled on him for Johnny through this.

Peter felt a twinge of disappointment in his stomach at this, not knowing if it was friend jealousy or something more. He knows he can’t be exactly mad, since the hangout they had planned was usually offhand, and he more often than not skipped out on those due to Spider-Man activities, simultaneously lying. He couldn’t blame her for eventually reciprocating, but for a boy? He hadn’t felt that let down by her since she admitted to him she thought his Bugle coworker Eddie Brock was cute.

Peter took another swig of his drink distractedly, causing Harry to ask if something was on his mind, but he shook his head quickly, lying to alleviate any worries from his friend.

As the night progresses and everyone decides that they’re the perfect amount of buzzed for a game night. After a few rounds of the card game B.S., she decides Candyland would be perfect, remembering that she has the game in her room. Not wanting to get up, she asks Peter to get it for her underneath her bed while he’s up throwing away his drink.

He obliges and turns to her room door, opening it. His eyes narrow at the picture of him and her next to her bed, accompanied by other pictures he’s taken for their group outings. His pace quickened up across the room and he reached for the frame. Peter quickly turned behind him to make sure no one was coming in to check and turned back to smile at it. He remembered this day fondly, the day they went to the state fair and won her a plushy of her favorite animal. In this photo he noticed how big she was smiling while he was only smiling at her posing happily. Peter used his spidey skills to his advantage and just played it off, to soak into her admiration when he won.

He put it back down as he sensed the footsteps coming behind the door to reveal her opening her room door confused.

“Pete, what are you doing? Hurry up, Harry is suggesting body shots again.” She giggled before sauntering over his body standing in front of her nightstand. He chuckled at the comment before she crouched down to get the game underneath her bed. She rose back up on her feet to meet his eyes, following her.

“You’re being a weirdo,” She said putting her hand on his broad shoulder, with a false concern in voice causing him to laugh.

He inhaled a little before quipping. “Are you ditching me to hang out with this new guy?” His voice raised a pitch to ensure the friendliness of the inquiry, attempting to mask his genuine offense.

She then shrugged, and face suggesting she didn’t know or care what he was talking about. It was that moment Peter officially identified his feelings as jealousy.

“If you’re referring to the one time,” she emphasized ‘one’, making Peter feel guilty enough to hang his head low in response, “I canceled on you then yes.” She rubbed the hand she still had on him on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry and I’ll give you a heads up next time. Now can we go so you can stop acting like such a baby?” She playfully tapped his cheeks with her palm but he caught her hand, holding it a little longer than usual.

Peter drank her gaze onto him as his hand engulfed hers, still remaining on her face. His fingers intertwined with hers as he leaned his face into her hand. Her breath hitched at the affection he was showing and slowly removed her hands from his, worried that one of their friends would see them with the door wide open. She broke eye contact, suddenly finding the boardgame in her other hand much more interesting.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Peter’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and soon after so did his hand as it landed on the small of her back, caressing that area lightly until he found her hand again to quickly lead them way out the room.

The rest of the night was odd to say the least.

Peter’s hands were always grazing hers, or finding themself right on top of her thighs. Whether it was to flag her down from the competitive streak they were both showing from the game or laughing at her reaction to one of his bad jokes, his hands were just constantly on her body.

Similar to other instances where she felt confused by Peter’s sudden affection, she attempted to play it off, but it got to a point where it was causing her heart to beat faster and a familiar heat to form within her stomach.

She let out a silent breath of relief that her friends began to leave, expecting Peter to soon leave with Harry. She went to the kitchen to throw food away but found Felicia looking back at her with a mischievous but apologetic look on her face.

“What?” She raised her eyebrow, ready to exclaim at her for leaving her with a mess when she agreed to set up if Felicia cleaned at the end.

“I have plans, sorry babe, but I will cook and clean tomorrow. I promise!” Felicia then dashed out after hugging her body quicker than she could think to respond, followed by the door closing behind her.

She sighed, slightly annoyed that out of all times for Felicia to mysteriously disappear yet again, that she had to do it the night she would clean up. Quickly, she decided to get over it, said her goodbyes to mostly everyone and noticed Harry and Peter still talking. She decided to ignore it until they would eventually make their exit and started on the dishes while they had their conversation.

“You’re not coming back tonight man?” Harry asked, confusion all over his face.

“No I will. Something just came up, so I'll see you later, yeah?” Peter averted Harry’s eyes and Harry understood, or at least assumed he did. Just another one of Peter’s mysterious disappearances, so he left without any further questions.

Harry quickly said bye to the hostess of the night causing her to look up from the sink when she saw Peter still in their apartment.

“Are you still here, Parker?” She sounded in disbelief, causing Peter to scoff.

“Am I not allowed to spend quality time with my best friend now?” She looked up from the sink to see him clutching his heart as if he had been stabbed, making her shake her head at his dramatics.

“For your information, I wanted to stay,” He added on. She wiped down the sink and washed her hands before walking back into the main room where he had sat on the couch, landing on the spot in front of him.

“I believe it’s called overstaying your welcome,” She bantered, causing him to playfully push her by her shoulder.

“Whatever,” He rolled his eyes as the silence of the apartment filled the air. They both noticed it, realizing whatever was there in her room earlier was still in the atmosphere, especially prevalent now that they were officially alone.

“I can’t believe you’re going out with him,” He puffed, muttering it a bit low compared to his usual volume. She furrowed her eyebrows, annoyed at the insuitation.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She laughed pushing his shoulder back, mimicking his movement from earlier.

“No not like that, I just feel like you can do better than him,” Peter let the statement roll off his tongue and she froze in response, attempting to understand what he just said. Her eyes landed on the ground, avoiding him again before she could think of a proper reaction.

She quickly shook off what she thought it sounded like, which she thought was jealousy and just took the safe, protective best friend route.

“Should I have gotten your approval first?” She smirked, looking back up at him, reaching over to hold his hand in the safe way they always have.

Peter took it a step farther, just like how he did earlier, and intertwined his fingers with hers yet again.

“I think you should be with someone who’s more your type you know? A little more thoughtful,” Peter started, rubbing his fingers along the pad of her thumb.

“He’s cool I guess, but you shouldn’t be with someone who’s so cocky,” He stated, making her laugh, causing him to laugh as well.

“See you’re enjoying this. You want me to talk about him and beg you not to see him again?” Peter joked, causing her to gasp out as his accusations.

“Peter, you started this,” She pointed out, making his cheeks turn a few shades brighter at her acknowledgment. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but it also just sounds like you’re describing yourself.” She comments before she could think, embarrassed at her assertion, but she knew if she didn’t call him out he wouldn’t stop it. The last thing she needed was one of her friends not approving of a guy she was seeing.

“I’m your type?” He clocked her. She didn’t know how to react so she watched his face for any hint of how to proceed. He only smirked with a smile playing on his lips, letting her know how much he was enjoying this.

“Oh shut up,” She smiles playfully before hitting him with her nearest throw pillow, him yelling out a whine, knowing it didn’t hurt.

“For your information,” She started, mocking his voice from earlier. “You’re being just as cocky as him right now.” She firmly stated as he placed the pillow back in lap.

Peter shrugged before readjusting himself to sit closer in front of her, dangerously close. It went back to feeling like 30 minutes earlier when he was all over her body.

“Yeah? But it’s okay when I do it.” Peter teased, leaning his head on the couch watching his presence words fluster her. He could feel her heart picking up its pace and it dizzied him, knowing the type of effect he had on her.

“I didn’t say that,” She argued back, making him draw his breath back in before egging on her claim from earlier.

“But I’m your type,” He stated, she sighed in defeat, knowing he wasn’t going to drop it and played into it due to this.

“I guess you are Peter,” She states lightly. If Peter didn’t have his Spidey senses on overdrive right now, he would’ve been convinced by the nonchalant act she put on right now. Instead, he respected her commitment to not allowing him to win, even when she’s flirting back.

“Then how come you’re not going out with me?”

What he said stunned her, she faltered momentarily before shrugging again with a smile.

“You never asked,” She stated, a smile bouncing off of her lips watching Peter form an answer. They decided to skip over the fact that they had been friends for almost 6 years, but she knew that her honest answer was that the mere idea of him going out with her was out of the question because of it.

Until now.

He remained still for a moment and she fixated on where their hands met instead, wondering if they had ever held hands like this before. While she was thinking, and while Peter used his free hand to tuck her hair behind her hair, she realized the answer was never, because it had always been much more innocent. However, tonight was anything but that.

“Can I try something?” His voice finally registered in her ears. Confused at his sudden switch, she nods.

Peter hesitates, going in to kiss her. Peter’s soft lips connect to hers as his hand cups her face. She instinctively deepened the kiss, silently asking for Peter’s permission to do so. Their breaths began to shake from the intensity of the kiss.

She practically lost her bearings when Peter’s hands made their way to her waist, pulling her towards his chest. She held onto his bicep, now flexed, as he hooked his hand underneath her leg to pull her around his hips where he sat.

They were an entangled mess, Peter placing her where he wanted and her obliging, but not coming up for air as she leaned even more into the kiss. Peter chuckled in between the kisses when he eventually grabbed her hips to hover above his own. She groaned at his strength, leaning back in to attack his neck and jaw in kisses.

She eventually started to nibble on his neck, finding his sensitive spot. He pants out, attempting to slow down her movements before bringing her closer.

“Fuck, you’re really going in on me there,” He muttered before he forcefully plopped her onto him causing her to grind on his forming erection, grinning at his acknowledgment. Peter placed his hand on her back and pushed her closer to his chest, nose and forehead pressed against one another with only the sounds of their breathing filling the room.

She leaned into his ear whispering lowly, “You like it.” She readjusted herself on him slightly, to grab on the waistband of his pants, tugging it down before snaking her other hand on the print straining against the fabric of his jeans.

Peter groaned, dick twitching in his pants from simultaneous surprise and arousal. He didn’t realize how different it would be sleeping with a close friend, but also underestimating how she would be in a sexual context.

He threw his head back as she unbuttoned his pants, in disbelief of what was happening right now. When he brought his head back up to watch her movements he saw her kneeled before him on the ground, rubbing his erection through his boxers.

“Fuck, slow down,” He breathed out while pulling his jeans off. Right after, Peter raised his t-shirt right above his abs while she pulled his boxers down, cock semi-hard.

Her eyes glazed over his body, only semi familiar with it whenever their friends went to the beach or the pool. She tried to hide her shock at he’s become exponentially toned since high school and just seemed to be getting bigger despite never actively going to the gym. She chose to pay it no mind and focused on his cock.

Mainly because she hated how attractive Peter looked right now, hair messy, shirt halfway off and looking down at her, closely watching her movements. The attention he was giving her was enough to make her want to shut down immediately. Their eye contact remained intense, both blown out with lust, both because of the compromising position the other was in.

She maintained eye contact and wrapped her hand around his length, slowly jerked her hand around him. When he was hard enough, she placed one hand at the base of his cock and another right on top, running her thumb over the slit a few times once the pre cum came out. She looked down at the wetness pooling out from him and focused on her movements, not wanting to lose this pace he had been receptive to. He was fully erect at this point, almost bucking his hips into her hands getting him off.

Peter was choking back his moans before he finally spoke. “Don’t be a tease,” He muttered.

She giggled and the noise went straight to his dick, causing him to buck once more in her hands.

Without saying anything, she placed the hand that had been on the base of his erection on his thigh and opened her mouth in an obscene way that was unfamiliar to Peter. Before he could take a mental picture of it, she slowly licked the underside of his cock up to his tip and wrapped her lips around him, her eyes never leaving his.

He whispered a curse under his breath from the scene in front of him, realizing this was just the beginning.

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum that was previously spurting out and she dipped her head lower, dropping the eye contact to which Peter had a brief sigh of relief, becoming intimidated by the intimacy of it all. She shifted her focus on taking him whole and started to bob her head on him, engulfing his length with her mouth.

He started puffing out, mumbling praises that only encouraged her. “Fuck, you’re taking me so good,” She only nodded, attempting to take him deeper while swishing her mouth around him and continuing to bob.

Peter felt a tension forming in his stomach and wanted to tell her to stop but it escaped his head as quickly as it came because of how good her mouth felt. Peter fought the urge to instinctively thrust into her mouth and just cupped the back of her head, pushing the hair out of her face as she continued to gag around him, the wet noises mixing in with his moans.

“Don’t hurt yourself babe,” He said before moving a hand that was around her head to her cheek, making her look up at him. She bobbed her head a few more times, this time more shallowly and popped off his dick, gasping for air.

A trail of her saliva dripped from her lips to the head of his cock making his stomach burst with butterflies from the image of how flushed, and fucked out she looked from the immaculate head she just provided him with. His heart swelled from the action and all he could do was wipe the spit from her chin and cup her face.

“C’mere here,” He mumbled, bringing her to stand on her feet and lean down to kiss him. He kissed her rougher than the first time, presumably from the desire he’s built up from the foreplay. She was still trying to pace her breathing and he could tell so he slowed down, but snaked his hands down to the waistband of her jeans, reciprocating the unbuttoning of her pants like she had done for him.

She broke the kiss to replace his hands with hers and slipped them off. Shortly after she removed her top, revealing herself clad in some lacy underwear and a bra, standing before him.

“No fair, Parker,” She commented. He was briefly confused until she grabbed the hem of his shirt to remove it off of him, admiring his toned, relaxed figure in full view now. She kneeled back down on the couch cushions, her warm core hovering above his dick, teasing him as he could feel the heat on him with her knees on either side of his legs.

He brought his hand in between her thighs, attempting to move her underwear to the side but paused at the wetness of her through the fabric.

“So wet,” He tsked, making her smirk when he looked back up to her studying his movements. He placed her fingers firmly against her nub through the fabric, to which she grinded against, needing to feel his large fingers against her now throbbing clit.

“Impatient, too,” He added, finally moving her panties to the side to insert a finger, making her throw her head back. She unconsciously rocked her hip forward at the penetration to which he met by repeatedly thrusting into her before adding another.

Both his index and middle fingers were fucking her, long and slender but big enough to feel the pleasure of the stretch once she had relaxed around him. Peter eventually curled his fingers inside of her and flicked his wrists while inside of her, causing her to squirm on top of him. The sounds of her wetness coincided with her moans, progressively getting more sensitive and impatient.

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that,” She hissed at him, unable to control the steady rocking of her hips on his hands.

“Good,” He said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He brought his other thumb to rub her clit, making her movements sputter and breathing erratic as he played with her to her finish.

Peter felt her clenching around him more frequently and took advantage of it to thrust faster, curling his fingers back up to create more friction. She whined out at the change of pace and stimulation added onto her clit before eventually feeling the built up tightness in the lower pit of her stomach release, signifying her finish.

She continued to clench around his fingers as he continued to finger her despite her orgasm. She sobbed at the sensitivity she began to help but couldn’t help but continue rocking her hips into his fingers, riding them once again. She resumed panting out his name, begging him for something but couldn’t form the words.

“What?” He said, barely slowing down the thrusts of his fingers.

“Fuck me,” She responded, hardly audible from the groans surrounding the statement.

He nods, removing his fingers from her core, making her gasp at the sudden absence of him. She made quick work of her underwear, slipping them off her legs while Peter wrapped his hand around his cock, attempting not to completely jerk off to the sight of her.

She returned to her previous position, covering her completely naked form over Peter’s, feeling the tip of him right under to her wetness.

She sank down on him, both wincing at the feeling of each other. All Peter could focus on was the softness of being inside her, her skin, the flesh of her thighs being wrapped around him, the closeness of their chests being pressed up against each other and the brief vulnerability she was displaying by wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He felt faint at the presence of her scent while her head was tucked into his neck, combined by the steady sensation of her rocking her hips onto his cock.

“Peter,” She moaned.

“Yeah?” Peter was hardly taken out of his thoughts, answering automatically as he grabbed onto the flesh of her hips to control at the speed he thrusted into her from under.

“You feel so,” She groaned before continuing “So fucking good Pete. You feel fucking amazing inside of me.” She finished before plunging down faster onto him, making him look at her mouth agape. He could feel her clenching even harder and more frequently around him, combined with her wetness from the previous orgasm and just from sucking him off, it was almost too much.

Peter looked down to see where they connected and saw his skin glistening just from her arousal, and felt even more turned on.

“You’re gonna kill me,” He stated mindlessly, still in awe of how sexy she looked right now. In Peter’s point of view, he struggled with deciding what to focus on.

The way her tits bounced in front of his face, the way her ass and thighs felt when they smacked on top of his thighs repeatedly, causing the the jiggle of her body to be even more apparent, or how fucking close she was holding him. She alternated from both her hands clenching into his shoulders, or one hand on the nape of his neck and another pulling on his brown curls.

A bonus was how she sounded moaning his name and a string of praises for how he made her feel.

Of course, she noticed this.

“You like that don’t you?” Her voice caught his attention, barely realizing she was actually asking him a question

“What?” He breathed out, sounding just as fucked out as he looked, the sweat of each other making his hair stick to his forehead.

“When I say nice things to you,” She obliged to Peter’s physical request of her to slow down, which was him just forcing her movements to stop by the way he grabbed her.

“Mmm,” He didn’t answer, just closed his eyes and threw his head back on the couch, avoiding her quizzical stare.

“C’mere,” She said, pulling herself forward by pushing her weight on his shoulders and rising from his, now aching, cock.

Peter’s attention was caught, he shook his head in disbelief of her and opened his eyes, still hanging low to hide his irritation that her heat wasn’t surrounding him anymore.

“You’re so cute when you’re upset,” She fake pouted, then proceeded to giggle. Peter didn’t want to find it as cute as he did but he couldn’t help himself.

“You really are a fucking tease, you know that?” He growled before grabbing her by her thighs to lower herself back onto him and raised his hips from the couch to fuck her on his own pace. The force from his strength caused her entire body to rock from each thrust, but she relished in it, moaning out praise for how good it made her feel.

“Peter,” She yelped at a particularly hard thrust. “Just like that,” Peter’s head spun at this.

“Yeah, keep doing that, please,” She begged, fucking begged, Peter to maintain the force he had brought upon her. It was then he knew he played right into what she wanted when she taunted him for his praise kink. (He was then making a mental note of how well she knows him and how he’s probably just a little predictable.)

Peter was practically drooling to see her come apart on top of him like this, he threw his head back in the pillows once again to enjoy the view and moved one of his hands to her clit, putting pressure on her, bringing her closer to her orgasm.

He felt it building up by the way she clenched on his cock and couldn’t contain his moans any more.

“Moan, please I wanna hear you when you cum inside me,” She commented once he let a particularly loud one escape his lips. He was both shocked and embarrassed at the effect she had on him, because he almost came apart immediately at the invitation to cum inside her.

“You sure?” He whined, trying to bring her to finish before him.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there with you,” She said, finding his other hand on her waist and intertwining his fingers with her.

“Please?” Once those words left her lips he was finished. He instantly came inside her, her following right after.

Their orgasms swept them both away, sensitivity coming right after as she struggled to detach herself from him. Peter didn’t allow this and continued to fuck her through both their orgasms, relishing the pain and the pleasure this decision came with.

Her head was back in the crook of his neck when their movements slowed down and they had to catch their breaths.

Once their hearts reached a normal rate and they removed themselves off of each other, Peter broke the silence.

“Are you still going to see him?” He asked rather timidly. She didn’t understand the sudden shyness but decided not to comment on it. She shrugged in response before answering honestly.

“Probably,” She averted eye contact with him, looking at where their hands connected, ignoring their full frontal nudity because this was somehow more vulnerable.

Peter’s heart dropped, he wasn’t expecting that response, nor his reaction to that response. Without thinking about the weight of what he was going to say next, because he hadn’t been doing much of that tonight, he continued.

“What if you go out with me instead?”

She looked him in the eyes again before responding. She didn’t know what she saw in his eyes. It was a mixture of fear, desire and hope.

Then, it was her turn not to think before she responded.

“Like on a real date?” She realized how that sounded when she said it aloud.

Peter nods, knowing what she meant.

“I meant what I said about us,” He paused, watching for her reaction. She hung onto his words, encouraging him to continue. “I want to go out with you and if I’m your type then what’s stopping us?” He joked. In her head this was so unsurprising because it seemed right up his alley to joke about some offhand comment she made before they literally had sex and laughed, because of how predictable her best friend is.

“Well why didn’t you say anything before?” She inquires, shaking her head at how ridiculous he sounded. She studied his features again before he answered, watching him turn a few shades of pink.

“I didn’t want to mess anything up. I don’t fuck my friends you know.”

“Up until now,” Peter smirked at this comment, she was always so quick to rival his own quips.

He let the silence simmer before responding because he wasn’t sure just how she felt about this, him, or what they just did. He was afraid he had permanently damaged the friendship and wasn’t sure how he was gonna come back from it if that were the case.

So, he asked.

“Is it weird now?” He spoke barely above a whisper.

“What part?” She had to ask before she could answer.

“That we did it backwards.” He exasperated, feeling unsure of himself now that he had to verbalize what he meant.

She shrugged again, this time affectionately, not wanting Peter to get frustrated with her or himself.

“Maybe it can be a good weird,” She affirmed his anxiety by clarifying.

Peter’s stomach erupted in butterflies. “Yeah?” He raised his eyebrow in excitement.

“Yeah.” She bit her lip before leaning in to kiss him once again.

His hands dropped back down to her waist to bring her in closer as the certainty between them was solidified.

A/N: okay so when i was writing this i imagined comic book f4 johnny storm especially bc of the dynamic he has with peter in the comics (spideytorch my beloved) but when my friend reviewed this she asked if it was chris evans and while that wasn't the intention that made it so much better so just clarifying it wasnt on purpose but if you did that i hope it was fun

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treedaddymcpuffpuff · 1 month

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🫧 ━━ JOHNNY UTAH X CHUBBY F READER IMAGINE𓈒

𓈒part I 𓈒cheeky Johnny

𓈒inspo: @tedsbogusworld’s 🤖

━━ you are bodhi’s little sister

━━ just trying to make it through college while working part-time at the aquarium

━━ your parents aren’t around anymore, so you’ve been taking care of your older brother (paying the bills and rent with tuition money, stocking the fridge, dragging him in from the yard where he’s passed out in a puddle of beer and vomit in the cool waking sunset)

━━ your big brother throws the wildest parties ; you avoid them at all costs, shut yourself in your room, hide away at the beach, stay late at work. it’s just not your scene

━━ plus, his friends aren’t nice, especially not when they’ve been drinking, and being surrounded by tall, athletic bodies in tight swimsuits is detrimental to your baggy clothed, short, chubby self esteem

one night, you get home super late, but the party is still raging. Spilled cans of liquor on your floor, an unattended bonfire that you have to put out with the hose - we’re in a drought for chist’s sake, have some common decency, bodhi.

bodhi catches you in the kitchen, much to your scowling dismay, and has someone he wants you to meet. you’re really not in the mood for his antics tonight - he’s so drunk and high he can barely keep two feet parallel with the ground - so you basically tell him to fuck off

but, bodhi is super bad at respecting boundaries. it inflates when he’s under influence. he’s got you face to face with a brand new partygoer before you have a chance to run

“hey.” big white grin, tawny skin, heavy dark eyes. you have to crane your neck to look at his face.

the music is almost too loud for you to catch bodhi’s next infuriating line. “told ya she was cute, johnny. she’s all yours.”

you basically freak out on him, shove his shoulder and start yelling and cursing and drawing attention.

you’ve spent years taking care of him, not asking for a cent from his party fund, putting up with his bullshit, and you’re so fucking tired of him making fun of you just because you’re not a skinny surfing meat head. after you rip him a new asshole, you storm off.

you could go to your room, but that would mean shouldering through a crowd, so you opt for a long walk on the pier instead.

as you’re watching the dark ocean waves crash and spray against support beams, you feel a hand on your shoulder. you turn around, ready to fight, but it’s just bodhi’s new friend.

lowering your fist and replacing it with a scowl, you turn back around to face the open sea and ignore mr. tall dark and handsome.

“hey.” he leans on the railing beside you, accidentally scrapes his forearm on a barnacle and starts bleeding. “ah, fuck.”

“you’ve never been to a beach town, huh?” his arm is in your hand and you’re using your old tshirt to wipe the trickling red from his skin.

he smiles at you, boyishly, gives this coy bat of thick lashes that makes your tummy uneasy. you hope he doesn’t notice the abrupt way you let his arm flop. little tickly crabs crawl over your skin as you turn away.

“got a bandaid?”

“you’ll live.”

“ouch. hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot. i’m johnny, just moved here.”

“hullo, johnny just moved here, i’m not interested in company.”

he seems way too amused by your venom, lets loose a little chuckle. “you’re not very friendly, are you?”

“not to bodhi’s cult, no.”

“man, what is your problem?” he shakes his head and kicks dried salt. “you have the hots for me or something?”

stiffened shoulders, shrinking posture, eyes unable to hold his own. it’s all the info he needs. he gets a big grin that makes you want to jump right off the pier and let the angry water swallow you up.

“oh, yeah?” he tugs his bottom lip into the toothy smile, nudges your shoulder. “listen, just cuz i’m pretty doesn’t mean i’m a dickwad.”

“yeah, it does.” you think you’re insulting him, but really what you’ve just done is confirmed that you do think he’s pretty - the quiet, thick quiver in your voice doesn’t help your case.

“thanks, sweetheart.”

now you have a better idea - push him off the pier. instead, you walk away.

“oh, she’s adorable.”

#Idk what this is #Johnny Utah #second part coming soon yall #x chubby reader #chubby reader #x plus sized reader #plus size reader #point break #keanuverse

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royalsweetteaa · 9 months

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Right equation

Pairing: Fratboy!Johnny Storm x Tutor!reader

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.

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.”

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!

#johnny storm #johnny storm x y/n #johnny storm x reader #johnny storm x female reader #johnny storm smut #chris evans fanfiction

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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I love you 3000 writing bonanza!

I’ve hit 3000 followers!!!

Now if you remember a while ago I asked how you guys would like to celebrate and this is what I’ve come up with! If you remember my 2.5k Followers Writing Challenge and Exchange its kinda similar to that but I’ve made some improvements!

What is going to happen is I am going to open up my askbox/dms for requests!

To make this manageable and allow me to complete as many as possible I will only be accepting requests in these following forms:

1) A question about a character or series

For example: How would X characters feel about Y character doing XYZ?

2) A What If…. For one of my series

For example: What If the character for X series met 10 years prior

3) A request using a maximum of 3 of the prompts below (the list is hella long so I’ve put it below the cut!)

For Example: Ari Levinson / Mob AU / You won’t get away so easy

If I receive a request that does not fall into one of these three categories then I will not fulfill it!

And because I like for everyone to be able to get involved if you yourself are a writer/want to give writing a go and you like any of the below prompts feel free to use them (the max of 3 doesn’t apply to you guys) all I ask is that you tag me, use the hashtag Niamh Loves You 3000, use appropriate warnings and let me know which ones you’re using so I can keep my eye out!

If you are writing a fic using the below prompts I ask you to follow these rules:

No sexual relations with minors, no somnophilia, necrophilia, incest, toilet stuff, snuff, or beastiality!

Dark Fics are allowed (Non-Con/Dub-Con) but they MUST BE APPROPRIATELY TAGGED!

Any creation MUST BE ORIGINAL! No stealing, stealing is bad!

The creation if part of a series must be able to be read as a stand alone!

No word limit! If it’s over 500 please use the read more function!

All the prompts are below the cut, remember its a max of three, but you can mix and match as you like so the possibilities are endless!

Characters:

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Andy Barber

Frank Adler

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ransom Drysdale

Any other Chris Evans character

Trope:

Fake Dating

Only One Bed

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

Cuddling for warmth

Trapped together

Mistaken Identity

One night only

Love Triangle

Fated Mates

Childhood Sweethearts

Grumpy x Sunshine

Forbinned Love

Forced Proximity

WILDCARD! (You can pick an Trope not listed!)

AU:

A/B/O AU

Mob AU

Sports team AU

College AU

Emergency Service AU

(Medieval) Royalty AU

(Modern) Royalty AU

Pornstar AU

Fairytale / Fantasy AU

Biker AU

Soulmate AU

Band/Musician AU

WILDCARD! (You can pick an AU not listed!)

Dialogue:

"I told you not to touch that"

"I'm tired of answering that question"

"Why didn't they come?"

"I'm so sick of pretending everything's okay"

"don't just stand there! do something!"

"do you remember that night in [insert place]?"

"is there a problem here gentlemen?"

"what on earth happened here?"

"there's blood everywhere"

"Get in the van!"

"I'm not saying you're a bad cook, but even the flies in the kitchen wear gas masks."

"I may be a terrible dancer, but I've got great moves in bed."

"I'm not high maintenance; I'm just low tolerance for mediocrity."

"I love the sound of your voice and the way you say my name."

"Being with you feels like coming home."

“You're not the person I thought you were."

"I never imagined my life without you."

"I never got to say goodbye."

"I'm so glad you're here to point out my flaws. I would never have noticed them on my own."

"Oh, don't worry about being late. We'll just sit here and wait for you forever."

"I'm sorry. Did I ask for your opinion?"

"Why do you always insist on seeing the worst in people?"

"It's not my fault you can't handle the truth."

"You don't know what I'm capable of."

"I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want."

"You think you're better than me, but you're not."

"I'll use anyone I need to achieve my goals."

"You've made a huge mistake, and now you're going to pay for it."

"Don't you realize how much you've hurt everyone around you?"

"you have no idea what you do to me"

"don't you dare go slow"

"I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow"

"move and you won't be coming tonight"

"hands behind you're back"

"Beg for it"

"you can take it, you've done it before"

"I'm going to fucking ruin you"

"do you think you deserve a reward/punishment?"

"show me how much you missed me"

"Are you holding back? don't"

"shall we put your mouth to better use?"

"Slowly, I'm not going anywhere"

"I said I'd take care of you"

"Please, I can't sit still"

So there’s absolutely so many to pick from covering fluff, comedy, angst and smut 😉 don’t forget to follow the rules I’ve set out above!!

I love you all 3000 🩵🩵🩵

#NiamhCelebrates #Niamh Loves You 3000 #Writing Event #writing challenge #request info #chris evans #andy barber #ari levinson #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #jake jensen #steve rogers #colin shea

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russolaw · 5 months

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tennis au thoughts

They met basically the same, except Johnny was a wrestler as well as a tennis player, so he used his wrestling moves to kick Daniel's ass.

Daniel tries to ignore him, but he really wanted to join the tennis team and he does, despite Johnny and the cobras not being at ALL happy about it.

Idk maybe Kreese is the coach and lets Daniel on the team cause he knows about him and Johnny and thinks Daniel being there will cause Johnny to try even harder.

They are constantly trying way too hard during practices and games. They usually insist on practice games with one another and those go on forEVER

And yes, they def have smacked each other with the rackets

And i also think itd be cute/kinda cool if Daniel also gets outisde tennis training form mr. Miyagi

Johnny is being scouted for a tennis scholarship and he really wants it so that he wont have to rely on sid's money for college and during the game where the scouts are there Johnny finds out they are also looking at Daniel and kreese, who does not actually like Daniel, tells Johnny if he's serious about the scholarship he should injure Daniel's wrist. He genuinely thinks about doing it but decides not to at the last minute.

Daniel ends up with the scholarship and Johnny doesn't. He's bitter about it

They don't see each other until college. They're at diff schools and both on the tennis teams. They somehow find out theyre teams have a game against each other in a few months but Johnny is desperate to prove hes the better player so they decide to verse each other on their own. Daniel wins and Johnny storms off in a huff and Daniel goes to check on him they end up kissing. They go to Johnny's apartment and have sex and Johnny insists no one can know so they pretend to still hate each other while secretly Johnny is falling head over heels for him.

#Lawrusso #Karate kid #They are nasty pervs in bed

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Veras Masterlist

you can’t copy, translate or post my writing anywhere.

I don’t own any of the characters!

You are responsible for the kind and amount of media you consume. If you don’t like something on my blog, don’t read it:)

Specials:

500 followers special

1 k followers bingo

CE characters snippets

Birthday post for CE- Creampuffs

-> Steve Rogers

-> Andy Barber

-> Ransom Drysdale

-> Lloyd Hansen

-> Curtis Everett

-> Johnny Storm

-> Ari Levinson

-> 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… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

-> Bucky Barnes

-> Lance Tucker

Stucky

-> Steve x Bucky

Mermaid AUs

Different au’s below

-> my treasure Avengers as pirates

-> Drowning siren

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared.

CaptainAmerica!Steve Rogers x mermaid!reader

Boxer au

-> Broken bones and broken hearts [ collab with @jamneuromain ]

Boxer!Steve Rogers x Reader

There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

-> “Teach Me How To Be Good”

Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

And he’s only a Highschool sweetheart turning 18.

Besides. He’s an inexperienced virgin.

And you? Oh you have a big secret he’s not ready to find out.

Stripper Au

-> It’s all about the…

Stripper Steve Rogers x Rich!reader

-> Better than boys

Boyfriends Dad Andy Barber x Reader

Demon Au

-> Highway to hell

Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

[ one shots collection with; Demon reader x Cousin!Jake, x Cop!Lloyd, x bartender!Ari, x uncle!Curtis, x Stepdad!Andy, x priest!Steve

Requests are open! -> Chris E and Sebastian S characters

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grimmusings · 5 months

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💬 I heard that Johnny and Kate have a thing for each other...

Answered here! 🔥

#johnny storm #kobikate #college!verse #memes #ask

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆

week 2 - day 6 - kinktober - exhibitionism - stepdad johnny storm x stepdaughter reader.

warning - exhibitionism.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

please just imagine him as a silverfox johnny storm, cause unless chris comes back to play an older johnny this is all we got.

No one thought Johnny Storm would ever settle down, but he did. He married a woman who already had a child, but Johnny never met her as she was freshly out of high school and straight into college. Johnny was finally a faithful man, leaving his playboy days behind him, but the moment he saw his stepdaughter. Something feral took over him, and Johnny began with just watching her, slowly becoming obsessed. Anytime she was around, he could feel his pants tighten, and then the fateful day came when his wife asked him to go and collect the dirty clothes from Y/n’s room.

The moment his eyes set sight on her knickers, his mouth drooled. He finally knew what she wore underneath those cute little dresses and skirts. At first, he felt guilty and disgusted with himself for stealing a pair and gradually building up to touching himself with them but soon after he had the best orgasm of his life, the guilt and disgust washed away. Leaving Johnny to become desperate and obsessive. He needed more.

This leaves us today, where he knew his little girl would come home and catch him.

“Daddy! I’m home!” The woman wearing a cute little pink dress places her bag down before looking around, confused as no one responds, and it’s as if no one is home. She decides to go and have a look around, checking the loungeroom before the kitchen and then her stepfather's office. Once she notices that he’s not home, she starts to head to her room, but the sound of moans and grunts fills her ears. Y/n notices and hears that the noises are coming from his room. She nibbles on her bottom as she contemplates knocking. Fully knowing that she’s not allowed in there.

Y/n tiptoes over to the bedroom door, the sounds getting louder the closer she gets. She peaks through the gap, and the sight she sees causes her eyes to widen, a throbbing between her legs as her hand comes up and covers her mouth.

There in front of her was her stepdad. His pants kicked off to the side as he stroked his member with a pair of her knickers that she thought she had lost. Her eyes are focused on his hand, the way he moves it against his long cock, the pink cotton looking perfect against him. Y/n’s eyes then moved up and stopped on his face, she didn’t think her eyes could get any wider, but they did as she saw another pair she lost against his nose and mouth as he licked and sniffed them.

His hand moves against his cock faster as he fucks his tip into the crotch part of her knickers. Pants and moans fall from Johnny’s lips, the cotton pushing against his cock and a wet patch forms from the pre-cum leaking out of his cockhead. Small whimpers leave his stepdaughter's mouth as her thighs rub together, wanting to get rid of the funny feeling she feels between her legs.

Johnny’s ears perk up at the sound, his head snaps to the side, and he smirks, moving his hand up and down slower as his cock twitches. Seeing his little girl staring at his member and whimpering is a dream come true. Johnny turns, facing her while starting to stroke his cock faster, twisting his wrist whilst his thumb rubs the tip, hooded eyes focused on Y/n as her mouth drops open and thighs rub together.

“Such a pretty girl, always leaving these pretty things out for your stepdad.” Johnny grunts as he gives his cock a tight squeeze. The pair of knickers he had against his face was now thrown onto the bed while the other was still tightly wrapped around his member. Completely soaked with his pre-cum, the cotton feeling fantastic against his flesh. “This feels good, baby girl. Do you feel pride in knowing your underwear makes me feel good, baby? Your such a good girl for leaving these out for daddy.”

Heavily hooded eyes were focused on watching pre-cum leak out of her stepfather’s cockhead. His thick veiny hand continued to play with himself, his other reaching down to caress his heavy balls, Y/n’s mouth waters as she thinks of having those in her mouth. “Sweet girl, where’d you go?’ Johnny’s deep voice fills Y/n’s ears, and she feels the forbidden tingles between her thighs. She blinks slowly, her eyes connecting with his eyes as he smirks.

The groan from his lips causes the softest moan to fall from hers. Johnny’s cock twitches at the sound of his little girl enjoying this. He can feel his bulbous tip throb as his end approaches. “Oh, baby, daddy’s gonna cum all over your pretty little knickers.” His eyes roll to the back of his head as a coat of white shoots out of him and into the pink cotton. Streams of his cum soak the soft material as grunts and moans leave him.

“Fuck– you’re such a pretty girl.” His eyes never leave his stepdaughter’s as he continues to cum. Watching the way she squirms in her spot, her eyes never leaving his leaking tip. Once Johnny has stopped cumming, his body falls onto the bed, his abs glistening with sweat, his greying hair falling into his face as he tries to catch his breath.

Y/n’s face turns a bright red from what she had witnessed, feeling her slick gathered between her thighs. Johnny breathes a sigh of relief as his blue eyes land on Y/n. He slowly rises from the bed and walks toward his stepdaughter. His long, thick member dangled between his legs and swung with each step. Once he reaches the tiny female, his hand comes up and strokes her cheek before he leans down and whispers against her lips.

“Next time, I’ll cum on a pair your already wearing and make you go the rest of the day with my seed between your legs. That will make daddy so proud. You wanna make daddy proud, don’t you?” Johnny smirks when you nod, your eyes focused on his pink lips. He places a soft kiss against your plump ones before sauntering off to the bathroom, and a whimper leaves your lips once you hear the shower turn on.

Johnny sticks his head out of the bathroom, “you wanna join, baby girl?.” The minute the question leaves his lips, your scurrying towards him, desperately wanting to make your daddy proud.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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