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Best Things - NSFW

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It would be hellfire.

I feel like John was super prideful about showing you off to the world in the earlier times when you two first went public - but then he realizes he has to share. I can imagine the idea of you two going public was actually his idea, something you were just hesitant on as a nonsupe and he just got so petty and suspicious because that definitely instilled a hot insecurity that you’re ashamed of him.

So, of course, you two go public and it’s heaven. He gets to be so proud of his pretty little girl while everyone sees the love you have for him and only him. It’s interviews and magazines covers and it’s great for the supe because everybody knows who you belong to and that there is proof that he’s fucking loved.

Of course, until people start loving you - and getting too fucking personal.

Suddenly your boy is huffing with arms crossed as you sign autographs and laugh and smile your fucking teeth at all these cocksuckers. And honestly, he thinks you’re doing way too much for the fans, almost like you need their love more than his. Like the love he has for you isn’t enough or something.

John doesn’t know it, but it makes him pout. If there isn’t pure red, he’s probably pouting, waiting for you to prove him wrong - even though he’s never wrong. But he’ll still lean into your kisses.

The last fucking straw for the guy, though, is a question.

His little girl always gets dumbass questions from dumbass lowlives. It’ll never not want to make John pop someone’s eyes out, but restrains himself because he’s that good of a boyfriend.

But he’s all the way on the other side of the street of fans while you’re off all smiley on the other side. Of course, though, the shrill voice of a fan to you catches his ear.

“So, how’s the sex life with an actual superhero?”

John hears snickering and his sweet girl with stutters. He hears his own heart picking up and he can’t fucking believe. Fucking nobodies - who the hell do they think they are?

“Oh, I don’t-that’s a lot in question.”

Why are you such a pushover? Tell them to fuck off.

“I bet it’s a lot in general. It’s gotta be the best thing about you two, right?”

And that’s where John is at your side in a beat. It’s his own smiles as his voice booms with a sudden announcement that you two will be off - and with a grip too tight on your waist, you’re both off into the air - and you know.

You know when your boy’s lips are pulled thin and there’s heavy breathing. You want to tell him to do those breathing exercises you make him do, but you know it’s pointless.

(John thinks it utterly fucking stupid, but he only does it because it amuses him how happy you are when you see him “calm down.”, it’s not like the slow of his heartbeat means anything when he does them.)

He turns and there’s that crinkle of his glove. There’s no kisses when he pushes you down to the couch by the neck. There never is because it’s hard for John to be needy while angry without getting embarrassed.

The dress that’s too fucking short pulls up quickly and there’s already heavy breaths from you. A mimic that John holds between his gloves.

“You should’ve told them to fuck off, kitten.”

Not kitten.

Right now, you know you could go sweet and maternal with soft kisses that’ll trail down to his skin - but you’re too tired from all the meet and greets and you want it hard from your boy.

“John, I’m sorry.”

He scoffs into your mouth as his knees pushes on your crotch. He nudges against your pussy and there’s a little mewl from you. He almost loosens his grip on the arm that tries to reach for his face.

“You should be thankful I didn’t kill the bitch.”

“I am. I am, John.” It’s a soft moan where your boy puts a finger to your clit hard. He removes the glove in a quick moment before his finger is down there again - and you’re already wet.

John was already ready to fuck you into sweet pain, but the way your clit gets swollen so fast brings the blood hot. With the other hand, there’s a hard grip to your breast, he pushes your tit up as you give him a sweet moan.

Of course you like this. You’re his little brat - it can never be punishment for you. The only punishment you don’t enjoy is when he drops you while flying. But he fucks you so sweet then.

John stares into your sweet face, eyes closed and clit swollen. He looks down to your tit and swallows. Fuck. Fuck all of this.

The best thing out of you two? Fuck that bitch, but it’s a pretty close second.

His pointer finger brushes over the nipple as he begins to make circles on your little clit. He slips another finger into your pussy as he goes down to suck.

It’s hard, there’s almost a bite. Your semi-pantied pussy, wet and finger-fucked, is not enough for you to ignore the pain.

“John!”

He looks up, mouth still on your nipple.

“Soft, baby. Please.”

John looks into the sweet little mouth of yours and fuck. He feels calm crawling in. It’s fucking embarrassing how quick the anger fades to get you to soften.

“Sorry.” John’s tongue swirls around the nipple to sooth. The finger picks up the pace and you’re always so tight that it would be painful with he was weak.

Your moans and mewls bring the calm to John’s chest. There’s no longer red - just you and it would make him angry if he cared. He doesn’t care anymore. He just sucks on your breast and John gets lost - you can see it in your boys eyes. You can see him suddenly…get weak. If that’s what you can call it.

No, he’s thinking. And what a mess that’ll be.

The finger inside your pussy slows to a stop. You almost put your hands down there to guide him, but you see John pop his mouth off your nipple. There’s a glossy mouth as he almost flops the side of his face into your breast. He removes the finger and lowers his weight onto you. His favorite cuddle position. You almost sigh, but you just bring your hand to the other side of his face.

You brush against his cheek.

“John?”

There’s a sniffle.

“Baby?”

There’s no sigh.

“Is this the best thing about us?”

“Huh, baby?”

The weight of John’s head grows heavy. “The fucking sex, is that really the best thing?”

You sniffle. No, you guess.

“I don’t know, John. Would that be a problem?”

“It is the best thing, but all of it is.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a moment where you see your boys eyes shift, and then he lifts his head up towards you, chin on skin.

“What’s the other thing?”

You know exactly what to do now. There’s never a moment where you’re not working, you love it.

“The other thing?”

“The other things. About me.”

You run your hand over his hair. “You, John? Everything.”

He scoffs. “Besides my fucking dick.”

There’s a small laugh where John squeezes your thigh.

“Your hair.” You give the blond a little tug. “Your eyes.”

It’s said with a smile, but John furrows his brows and pulls his lips thin.

“Those-“ He inhales hard. “Those are just fucking things.”

His swallow is like a punch.

Oh, your poor baby.

“Aw, John - baby, come here, sweet boy.”

You pull him up, his head on your shoulders. It’s always so easy and you know John will kill you if he ever sees this as a weakness. Or worse, he’ll hide you forever.

“I love your laugh. Your real laugh.” You continue to play with his hair as you feel his thin lips on your neck - not kissing. “I love how you always find ways for dates even when you’re busy.”

John’s hand finds it’s way to your unsucked breast. He holds it gentle in an open palm.

You sigh light. “I love how strong you are - and I don’t mean your powers. You’re my strong boy. And that’s the best thing.”

There’s an instant squeeze to your breast. You don’t think it sexual, because John seems so focus on your answer that he might not be thinking about anything else.

There’s another sniffle.

“Okay.”

And your boy’s okay. He’ll be proud of himself soon enough.

You seem him look down to your sucked nipple, and you tug on his hair slow. You feel the hardness of his dick in your thigh.

“What’s the best thing about me, besides the best things?”

With another squeeze to one breast, and before going to suck on the other, you know John’s back to John, as always.

Already jealous to whom win the auction of the suit!