Goon For Da Moon

Summer break could not arrive any faster. Your finals sucked the life and joy from you, but now it’s over and done. Nothing left except to empty your brain of concepts, formulas, and essays—and finally relax.

Nero, who you randomly met in the library trying to cram for an anatomy exam at the beginning of the semester, has invited you to hang out with him for a few weeks. I promise my dad isn’t going to care, a crooked grin in place, hell that's if he’s even at home. And I want you to meet Kyrie. Here, a dreamy look comes over his face. She’s the best.

So, you pack up and head out with Nero as soon as the last final’s finished (it’s yours, and it’s history). Then, after a short road trip—made easier by trading off driving until late the next night—Nero pulls up in front of a modest two story house. After parking, you both climb out of the car, stretching to work out the kinks of sitting in one spot for hours. You grab your bags while Nero grabs his and leads you up the pebbled foot path to the front door. 

Before he can stick the key in the lock, the door swings open into a warmly lit foyer. The hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life stands there, cool gaze flicking from Nero to you back to Nero. He’s well dressed to be at home, a dark blue cable knit sweater paired with soft grey joggers ending on bare feet; his spiked hair looks messy, like he’s run his hands through it, with several fallen strands highlighting his face. A strong jaw offset by a soft mouth draws in your eyes. 

“Son,” his raspy voice sends chills dancing down your spine. “Who is our lovely guest?”

Nero brushes his thumb against his nose, a nervous tic you’ve noticed about him. “Ah, well, surprise,” he hunches his shoulders, a sheepish smile pulling at his lips. “Didn’t think you’d mind.”

His dad’s glacial eyes snap to you. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Nero hurriedly introduces everyone, making you grin over at him once he says his dad’s name is Vergil. 

“You guys like to keep it classic, huh?”

Vergil’s mouth twitches, the hint of a smile trying to appear.  “Yes, quaint, isn’t it?”

You laugh outright and Nero scratches the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, Well.. we’re kinda beat.”

His dad nods, smoothly stepping forward to clasp your bags in his hands. “Follow me to your rooms.”

You sputter out a protest that is quickly shot down—“A lady never carries her own luggage”—Vergil’s raised eyebrow and dismissive tone makes your heart flutter. He leads the two of you further into the house and upstairs. Once you get settled in, you fall asleep in no time.

The next few days are filled with Nero showing you around his house and neighborhood. 

Oddly enough, whenever you and Nero hang out around his home, his dad is nearby. Nero offhandedly mentions a few times that that’s not his norm.

“He must be on vacation this week,” he complains to you under his breath, watching Vergil make his way through the living room to the kitchen. “I swear he’s never around when I’m on break.”

“Is he never around or are you always out with Kyrie?” You tease good naturedly. 

“Shut up,” he laughs, tossing a throw pillow at you before slumping back on the couch. ”It just feels like he’s hovering.”

You shrug, attention going back to the television. You’d never say it out loud, especially to Nero, but you definitely don’t mind seeing his dad hanging around.

Nero eventually introduces you to his neighbor and childhood friend, Nico—a rowdy young woman who you click with almost instantly. She razzes Nero about everything, and it never fails to make you laugh. The last person he brings around is the infamous Kyrie. She’s so kind and pretty, you understand why Nero is so smitten.

The four of you hang out a few times and it’s fun, but you're glad when you have a free day to yourself. Craving homemade scones, Nero is nice enough to run out to the store to grab some ingredients. It’s only until he’s back that you realize a few items are still missing, and he promises to run out and grab those, too. 

Alone once more in the kitchen, you decide to get a head start on the recipe. 

Humming, your brows pinch together, immersed in looking over the recipe you have saved in your phone. You’re ninety-nine percent sure you have everything added to the bowl, but you just want to double check before you start mixing. Too busy cataloging ingredients, you don’t notice Vergil standing near the kitchen entryway.

“Okay,” you say to yourself out loud, pushing the phone further up the counter so you can pull the bowl and whisk to you. “Beat by hand for two minutes.”

“What are you making?”

An embarrassingly high pitched squeal escapes you before you can stop it. Spinning around, you see Nero’s dad gazing at you in amusement although his face remains stoic.

“Oh my gosh,” you hold your hand over your heart. “I-I didn’t hear you come in. You scared me to death.”

“Apologies,” he lets his lips quirk up, a shadow of a grin. “It was not my intention.”

Blowing out a short breath, you shake your head. “No, I mean I know you didn’t mean to. And, uh, I’m just baking lemon scones. Nero picked up some ingredients for me earlier, but he’s off getting the rest right now.”

He steps closer, eyes dragging down your body before flicking up to your mixing bowl. “And do you require any assistance?”

His low tone has you biting your bottom lip, watching when his eyes catch on the movement. “Uh, s-sure, I mean if you don’t mind.”

He graces you with a half smile, “I would not have offered otherwise. Tell me how you need me.”

Your skin feels hot and a nervous sweat breaks out across your hairline. Aside from a few stuttered words, you’re able to explain to Vergil and in no time you both are working side by side in quiet harmony.

His hands catch your eyes; pianist hands, you think. Long dexterous fingers offset by pale skin with blue veins snaking their way from his knuckles up his forearms. You want to sink your teeth into his skin. It’s unfair how good he looks. 

You’ve only spent a little bit of time with Nero’s father; it’s mostly been with his friends and girlfriend. Vergil, you’ve noticed, is quiet—more prone to reading in the soft lamplight of the living room than loud conversation. Nico says Nero is much more like his uncle (“A loud mouthed braggart to paraphrase Vergil,“ Nico snickered). So lost in thought, you almost miss him speaking.

“This is nice,” he murmurs at you, side-eying you before glancing back at his hands.

Smiling down at the mixing bowl, you nod. “It is.”

“I am..” his mouth purses, like he’s tasting out the word he’s searching for, “glad Nero invited you.”

At his admission, you turn to fully look at his side profile. A straight nose with strong cheekbones—he notices you looking and turns to face you, shifting your view onto his sharp eyes and Cupid’s bow mouth.

His thumb comes up to brush against your cheek, hand cupping your jaw, and you gasp. Heart tripping over itself in your chest, you feel rooted to the spot, trapped by indecision and nerves. The heat from his hand draws you in, head angling toward his palm. 

“You have a streak of flour,” his low voice sends butterflies fluttering in your chest.

Your lips part and his eyes flick from your gaze down to your mouth. Before anything else happens, the side door of the kitchen swings open with a bang, Nero cursing under his breath as he steps through. Vergil easily slips away from you, turning back to the kitchen counter. Hands clenching at your sides, you try to calm your nerves, pulling in a deep breath before shakily letting it out. 

Nero drops a small paper bag on the counter next to Vergil. “Did she rope you into it, too?”

He grins at you and you flip him off. 

“Nooo,” you roll your eyes with a sigh. “He volunteered.” 

“More like volun-told,” Nero laughs, holding up his hands as you reach over to push his arm.

“Why don’t you make like a tree and beat it?” You grouse.

A soft chuckle meets your ears, and you shoot a quick look at Vergil and catch his amused expression.

Nero sighs, “Well, I know when I’m not wanted. I just came to drop off the rest of it, gotta meet up with Nico to look over some project.”

Nodding, you watch as Nero heads out the way he came in. “Tell her hi from me.”

“Will do!” He waves without looking, shutting the door behind him.

A slightly awkward silence rings out after Nero’s departure. Clearing your throat, you turn back to the work space. 

“Okay, so where were we?”

Vergil tilts his head at you, “I believe you were waiting on Nero’s delivery in order to continue.”

“Right,” you smile, embarrassment warming your chest.

You try to reach over Vergil to grab the bag Nero left when he shifts out of the way; nearly losing your balance, he braces your hips and twists the same time you step forward, leaving you pinned between his firm body and the counter. Nervous excitement has your palms sweating as you grip the countertop. 

“Apologies,” you can feel the rumble of his voice from where your back presses against his chest. 

A warm, woodsy smell encompasses you; the scent of bergamot and birch with an undertone of cloves. It sends a pulse of need through your core. Your fingertips tingle, arousal thrumming heavily in your veins. Belatedly, you realize he now has both hands on your hips. Where Vergil presses against you, he’s warm, the kind of heat that seeps into your bones and keeps you.

His lips brush across the side of your neck, as faint as butterfly wings, sending chills to race down your spine.

Lips touch the shell of your ear. “Is this.. okay?”

“More than,” you breathe out in reply. 

In one fluid motion, he turns you around and lifts you up, seating you on the kitchen counter. The gain in height only makes you a few inches taller than the older man in front of you. Running your fingers up across his chest, your hands come to rest on his shoulders. His lips quirk into a half smile and it makes your heart thud heavily in anticipation. 

His hands slide from your hips down to your thighs, palms a hot brand against the skin. Attempting to squeeze them closed, he clicks his tongue, thumbs digging into the dough of your thighs. 

“Relax,” he breathes out, stepping even closer—his clothes rasp against your bare legs and makes you shiver.

You suck your bottom lip into your mouth, and he leans forward with a soft groan. 

“Tempting me with this sinful little mouth,” his words send a pulsing throb to your clit. “Shall I sample a taste?”

“Yes, please,” you whisper, eyes dilating, fingers curling into his sweater to anchor yourself. 

Molten heat, like sun warmed honey, drips down your throat. Hungrily, he parts your lips, tongue slipping inside to taste you. Eyes fluttering closed, the dark may hide your sight but the feel of him surrounds you. His hands grip onto your thighs more tightly, a delicious bite of pain that makes your cunt clench around nothing. 

He whispers something against your lips when he pulls away, but kisses you again before you can ask what. Vergil’s tongue slides into your mouth like he owns it. He kisses slow and deep, taking his time to map out your mouth. You're swept up, unable to think outside of the litany of more more more drumming inside your skull. 

Hands slipping across the back of his neck, your fingers run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp earning you a low groan. You greedily swallow it down along with the saliva from his insistent mouth. Rocking forward, you seek out more pleasure for yourself. The zipper on his slacks press against your cunt perfectly, clit swollen and questing for more.

Pulling you closer to the edge, he chuckles against your mouth. His lips drag across your jaw, lightly nipping the skin where it hinges. His tongue and teeth slowly map a trail across your neck. Slick saturates the gusset of your panties, pussy feeling hot. Your hand blindly reaches down and gropes him through his slacks and he grunts, fingers squeezing the fat of your thighs. 

“Let me take you to bed,” he mumbles into your neck, dropping a small kiss to your skin. 

“Okay,” you whisper against his hair. Lifting his head, he kisses you again, soft and wet. 

It seems like you only blink, and you find yourself in his bedroom. You don’t really take much in except for the bed, a large mahogany centered against the wall. Feeling him at your back, your trembling legs take you over the mattress. Laying down, a whiff of cloves and bergamot steals into your nose.

Recognizing the smell from earlier in the kitchen, his sheets are saturated with it, making you bury your face into them. Breathing in makes you dizzy with want. 

“Let me see your face, lovely one,” he coos, strong hands gripping your waist to flip you onto your back. “Such a sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Vergil,” you whimper, legs parting, allowing him to slot himself between your thighs.

He kisses you, rough and heated, tongue slipping into your mouth before coaxing your own past his lips. Sucking the wet muscle, his canines press down gently, sending a pulsing want through your clit. Your fingers tangle in his hair and tug on the light strands. Whining, your hips roll up, grinding along the bulge pressing against the apex of your thighs. 

Vergil sits back, hands dragging down your body. The knuckles of one his hands rubs across the seam of your lounge shorts, rubbing soft circles against the material, pressing it into your clit. 

“I can feel how hot and needy you are,” he murmurs, blue eyes blown out in arousal. “May I?”

At your nod, his fingers slip into the band of your shorts and underwear, tugging them both down and off at the same time. Strings of slick cling to the gusset of your panties before snapping when he pulls them away. 

“Look at you,” he groans. “Such a slick little cunt.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, thighs twitching with the effort to keep them open.

Kneeling between your thighs, he drops a kiss at the bend of your right knee before slowly trailing kisses with the soft hint of teeth up your thigh. Skipping over your soaked slit, he presses kisses into your left thigh, leaving off with a gentle bite to your leg. 

Hands grasping at his sheets, you writhe and whimper, hips jumping up to tempt his plush mouth to kiss your dripping pussy. He smirks up at you, mouth nipping at the junction of your thigh and cunt. 

“Please, Vergil,” you pant, letting go of the sheets to run your hands through his hair. 

“So sweet.” His fingers wrap around your wrist and tugs your hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of your wrist.

His teeth sink into soft skin, lips and tongue roughly sucking a mark onto your wrist. Clit throbbing with the dull pain from his mouth, your free hand claws at his shoulder, head tilting back with a whine. Letting go with an audible pop, his tongue laps at the teeth indentations left on your skin. 

“Now, to taste that hot little cunt,” he murmurs, kissing the mark one more time before dropping his head back down to your thighs.

The breath leaves your lungs in a gusty moan. Vergil’s tongue glides along your slit, ending with a soft kiss to your clit. With a groan, he buries his face into your cunt, tongue parting your slick folds to lick into your drippy hole. His hands frame your pussy, thumbs pulling your lips apart, allowing him to lick into you deeper. You clench down on his hot tongue, eyes rolling back when he chuckles against your sensitive cunt. 

Pulling away with an obscene slurp, his tongue laps upward until he can circle your pudgy clit. Shifting one hand, he softly pulls back the hood of your clit, kitten licking the swollen bud until you’re scratching his shoulders and keening loudly. Humming, his blue eyes gaze up your body, and it makes your core burn hot. Flattening his tongue, he licks a broad stripe across your clit, and it sends more slick leaking from your pussy.

“Feels so good,” you gasp, nails sinking into his soft sweater. Tears clump your lashes together. 

“You taste good,” he mumbles against your pussy. “Like ambrosia.”

His tongue presses back inside, hungrily tasting your cunt, strong nose rubbing across your fat clit. Moaning, your toes curl from the pleasure humming through your body.

“Please, I need you,” you keen, “I need you inside me.”

“You need what inside you?” He pulls away with a suckling kiss to your clit. 

Blinking the wetness from your eyes, you tighten your grip onto his shoulders, lightly pulling him upward. 

“Your cock,” you whimper, lips parting when he presses his mouth to your jaw. You can feel his lips curve into a grin.

“Good girl,” his low voice washes over you as he kisses the apple of your cheek.

He sits back on his haunches, hands stretching behind his head to grasp his sweater. Tugging it off in one fluid motion, strands of hair messily falling around his face while he drops the sweater into the floor. Biting your lip, your eyes greedily take in his toned chest and stomach. Your hands unconsciously reach out to drag down his sternum. Eyes following your hand, they drop down to his lap, tracing the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric.

Flushed with heat, you bite your bottom lip, blown out gaze meeting his own. Palm pressing flat to his abdomen, you slide down to cup him through his slacks. A low sound escapes him from deep in his throat; it makes your clit throb. His hands quickly undo his pants, tugging them down his muscled thighs. Your mouth waters, a whine slipping out to see him bare before you since he’s not wearing anything underneath. 

“The way you look at me drives me crazy,” his raspy tone sends chills across your skin. 

He fists his cock with one hand while the other one moves up to your face, brushing a thumb across your bottom lip. Pressing forward, the digit slips into your mouth, pinning your tongue down as he cups your chin with his forefinger. Whimpering, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on his thumb softly, inner thighs trying to close but stopped by his body centered between your legs.

Letting go of your face, he swipes his wet thumb across his leaking tip before popping it back into your mouth. Salty musk floods your mouth and you moan, eyelashes fluttering as you run your tongue all around his thumb, lapping the precum up greedily. Tugging the digit free from your mouth, he smears your spit all across your lips. 

“I’m very eager to be inside you, to stretch you open until you cry,” his eyes are nearly black, pupils swallowing up the blue until it’s a thin ring.

Reaching down, you grasp the hemline of your shirt and tug it up. Vergil joins you in removing your clothing, nimble fingers undoing your bra and slipping it away from your body. His hands grope your tits, thumbs brushing over your stiff nipples and making you cry out pitifully.

“So sensitive, too,” he murmurs, more to himself; his eyes take in your naked body before snapping up to meet your gaze. “Aren’t you a sweet treat?”

A shadow of a smile flits across his face; if you had blinked you would’ve missed it. His head dips down and he drops a kiss to your sternum. Breath hitching in your chest, your hands drop to the sheets to grip them tightly. His lips trail across your breasts, taking his time to kiss and lick each one. Sinking his teeth into the underside of your left breast, you keen softly, thighs falling open even further. 

Suckling at your nipples, Vergil reaches down and grasps his cock, rubbing it across your soaked slit. The slick dripping from your pussy costs his dick, letting him easily grind against you. Fingers circling the base, he grips his cock and slaps it down onto your cunt, aiming the tip to graze at your swollen clit.

“Oh, please,” you gasp, hole clenching around nothing. 

Ghosting his teeth against your hard nubs, he continues to suck on your nipples. His wet lips grail from one stiff peak to the next, blue eyes slitted in pleasure. Using his thumb, he presses the head of his cock against your hole. 

“I can feel you trying to suck me in already,” his lips brush against the soft skin of your breasts.

Notching his cock at your fluttering pussy, he slowly pushes inside with a low groan. He buries his face into your neck, strands of hair tickling your jaw. 

“I-it’s too big,” you pant, hands moving to claw at his shoulders. “Oh, god, it’s so good.”

He growls at your words, hips rocking into you harder than before. Your breath slips from you, the total feeling of fullness overtaking your senses—cunt stuffed with Vergil’s thick length.   

He laces your fingers together, palm to palm, heart line to heart line; you can’t stop yourself from kissing him, helplessly, irrevocably ruined on his cock. 

“Doing so well, taking me so deep.” He licks the shell of your ear, and you shudder, clenching down on his dick. “Snug little pussy feels like she was made for me.”

You’re unable to stop yourself from babbling, “Please, please, feels so good, you’re so big, please, I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Hush,” he coos, kissing the corner of your eye, tasting the salt from your tears. “I won’t leave you wanting, my sweet.”

The heat is suffocating; the heat pulsing through your veins, the heat buried in your cunt, the heat from his body pressing you down down down into his bedding. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” His grip tightens around your hands. “I can feel this needy hole suckling at my cock.”

Whine smothered by his tongue licking into your mouth, your eyes roll back, climax washing over your body like a slow rolling wave. He keeps up the smooth rocking thrusts that have his pelvis grinding perfectly into your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” he drops kisses across your cheekbones and the corner of your lips. “Milking my cock so perfectly.”

Nails digging into the backs of his hands, your legs squeeze his waist, pussy clamping down on his dick, post climax tremors racking your body. He bites down on your neck, and you rock your hips, grinding his cock deeper into your pussy.

“I shouldn’t cum inside you,” Vergil whispers against your neck, voice wrecked. “It's not responsible.”

“Don’t care,” you plead with him. “Want it, want you to cum inside me.”

He groans, hips thrusting harder, cock easily slipping in and out of your sopping wet pussy.

“I’ll spill so deep inside you.” He drags one set of your clasped hands down your body to press into your abdomen. “You’ll feel it, so hot and thick.. my cum breeding your needy cunt.”

Your pussy walls flutter and squeeze down on his cock, slick coating his cock as his words fan your arousal from smoldering embers to a blazing flame. 

“Vergil, please.” Sounding like a broken record, you beg him for more. “You can cum in me as much as you want.”

He growls, teeth sinking into your shoulder. 

“Yes, fuck,” you choke out, tears beading your lash line. “Mark me up, do whatever you want.”

“You must stop offering me such delightful gifts,” he groans. “I’ll keep you full all night.”

He presses your hands more tightly against your lower abdomen.

“You’ll be dripping for days.”

With a low grunt that makes your cunt pulse, he flips you two over without pulling out. Now, his back is to the mattress with you sitting atop his lap. Your cunt flutters wildly around his dick, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat.

“Look at you,” his eyes are dark, drawing you in easily. “So lovely.”

Moaning, you eagerly bounce on his cock; Vergil laces your hands together again, helping you brace yourself. Biting your bottom lip, you roll your hips faster, grinding his cock along your g-spot and making your pussy gush so much slick it drips down his balls. 

You want to cum; you want to cum so bad. He feels so good inside you, you think you might go crazy. He’s thick, stretching you open on that perfect edge of almost too much and just enough. His fat tip keeps knocking into your womb, the pleasurepain skittering down your spine and making your eyes water. He has to cum inside you. 

You think you say as much out loud since he gives you one of those hidden smiles, wicked eyes promising you pleasure. He thrusts upward, cock rutting into your squelching cunt with deep, steady strokes. He bunches your hands together so he can clasp them in one of his, using the other to loosely grasp your neck and pull you down. Your noses bump before he nips your bottom lip. 

“Are you going to cum for me, dear heart? Squeeze me until I spill all sticky, sweet inside your perfect cunt?” He whispers against your lips, the words stealing into your mouth and settling deep into your core.

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his lips, his tongue slides into your mouth, flicking against yours. You whine, pussy clamping down on his cock, climax beginning to crest inside you once again.

“That’s it, let me feel you,” Vergil coaxes, voice low and silky. “Cum for me.”

His hand moves from your neck down between your bodies to lightly rub across your clit. Pussy clenching, your grind down onto his cock and whimper. A few more soft circles against your pudgy bud and you’re cumming again. Moaning his name, your body flinches and shudders, orgasm buzzing through your senses until all you can feel is him.

“Do you still want me to fill you?” He asks, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, tugging it slightly before letting go.

“Yes, yes, please, Vergil.” You nod, body still trembling. He groans and kisses you with fervor, hands gripping your hips so tightly it stings. 

Cunt dripping your cum and slick, Vergil’s cock fills you over and over until he buries himself inside your soft, fluttering walls. Groaning, his head falls back to the mattress, eyes clenched shut, his balls pumping rope after rope of cum deep inside your pussy.

Slumping forward, your nose presses uncomfortably against his collarbone. His hands loosen their grip and he runs his fingertips across your back and side, raising chillbumps in their wake. Humming, you tilt your head and kiss his neck.

“Such a sweet girl,” he rumbles in your ear.

Your eyes drift closed, and it’s not until you feel movement that you realize you have even fallen asleep. 

“I did not mean to wake you.” Vergil shifts you in his arms. You can feel his spend oozing from your puffy cunt sending a frisson of heat through your clit. 

Shaking your head, you ease yourself up onto your feet. “I need to go clean up.”

His eyes drag down your naked body to see the mess he left between your thighs. His cock flexes, but stays soft. 

“Shall I accompany you to the bath?” 

Feeling shy and a little intimidated, you nod. “That would be nice.”

He ushers you into his en suite bathroom, fussing over the towels and water temperature before finally settling you both under the shower spray. Vergil lathers you in his body wash, being careful to wash every inch of your skin. You hum, eyes closed and totally relaxed. Soft kisses are pressed into your shoulders and neck. Between the warmth of his body and the drumming heat of the water, you think to yourself it’s quite easy to fall for someone like Vergil.

Once he finishes with you, he sets to cleaning  himself. Vergil bats your hands away from helping him wash off. He keeps it perfunctory, just a quick and thorough cleaning before he’s pressing back against you in the water, lips seeking yours out. You look up at him, his hair beaten down by the water and making him look younger. Fingers running through his wet strands, you slick it back. 

“You’re really handsome,” you mumble, feeling embarrassed and juvenile once the words escape you.

He grasps the wrist marked by his teeth and drops a soft kiss to your palm. 

“And you are unequivocally lovely.” His blue eyes never waver from your gaze. “You have bewitched me quite easily.”

His hands cup your jaw, thumbs brushing across your cheek bones. “Would it be forward of me to ask for a courtship?”

You laugh, blinking the water from your eyes. “Kind of did things a bit backwards, huh?”

His lips tic into a half smile. “Yes, a bit backwards.”

Smiling, you slip your arms around his shoulders. “I’d love to go out with you.” Pausing, your eyes dart to the side, a frown pinching your brow. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m Nero’s friend?”

“As long as you do not find it odd that I’m his father,” he jokes, and it makes you smile up at him again.

“Then, it’s settled,” you stretch up on your toes to kiss his nose.

A huff of laughter escapes him before he kisses you sweetly. His hands still cup your jaw, keeping your head angled perfectly for him to deepen the kiss into something hot and heavy. After a few minutes of making out under the shower spray, you both begin to feel the water cooling off. 

“Let’s get out.” He kisses you one last time, a quick peck to your lips, before shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower.

Returning quickly, he wraps a towel around you and gently dries you off. Once you’re ready, he drops the towel and has you put on one of his bathrobes. It’s too long in the sleeves and the hem touches the floor, but it’s soft and comfortable. He towels off quickly, eyes never straying too far from you. You watch him, with a dopey smile on your face you’re sure. 

After cinching the towel around his waist, Vergil runs a hand through his damp hair, brushing it back from his face except for a few strands that stubbornly refuse to move. 

“Let’s find you something to wear.” He tugs the end of the robe’s sleeve. “But it seems like my clothes may wear a bit long on you.”

You shrug, following him back into the bedroom. “I can head back to my room and—”

“Nonsense,” he cuts you off. “Especially since you’ll be sleeping in here, there is no reason to leave the room for tonight.”

“Oh!” Surprise suffuses your features.

“Did you think I would have you leave?” A nonplussed look combined with an eyebrow raise leaves you feeling sheepish. 

“I didn’t think about it honestly,” you smile awkwardly. “But I’m more than happy to stay.”

“Good,” he tugs you in for a kiss before guiding you over to his closet. “I have a few items you can wear comfortably.”

Walking into the closet, he moves over to a built in wardrobe, leaving you to look around the space. You wander over to a tall mirror seated into the wall. Vergil turns with a shirt in hand and sees you admiring the ornate frame.

“It was a gift from my mother,” he says conversationally, stepping behind you.

“It’s gorgeous,” you smile at him through the reflected surface.

“Thank you,” he nods, then holds up the shirt. “May I?”

“Oh, sure,” you go to turn and he stops you.

One hand undoes your robe and lets it fall to the floor; his nostrils flare, eyes dragging down your naked body. Surprisingly, he doesn’t do anything more than help slip the shirt over your head. The fabric is soft and it smells like him, making your heart beat fast. He smoothes it down your body, hands resting on your hips.

Vergil pushes up against you and you bite your lip to feel his cock rutting against your thigh. 

“Like what you see?” You tease, lifting the hem of the shirt from where it falls against your upper thighs, barely concealing your naked cunt.

“Always,” he nips your earlobe, hands drifting under your shirt to pull it up over your breasts.

He pinches your nipples and your head falls against his chest. Mewling, you rock back against his chubbed cock. One hand groping your tits, he slips the other away to undo his robe. Vergil’s hand then grasps your hip, thumb digging into your lower back. Notching his cock at your pussy, he swipes through the slick leaking from your hole. 

“So eager,” his svelte voice fills your ears the same time he sinks inside your wet pussy.  

He pins you to the mirror, the cool glass almost too much for your hard nipples. He pistons his cock harder into you, smushing your tits into the reflected glass. Face turned to the side, your breath fogs the mirror with each gasping pant. Your reedy moans and his soft grunts fill the closet space; long deep strokes of his cock send pleasure surging through your body. You’re still so sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take long to push you to the edge.

“Look at you,” he groans. “Spread open and perfect. Taking me so well.”

“Vergil,” you whimper, eyes fluttering with every bump against your cervix.

“Do you know how delectable it is that you can cum like this?” He rumbles, raspy tone making you clench down on him. “I don’t even need to touch your pretty clit, just fill this slick cunt with my cock until you’re cumming around me.”

“Oh, god, I’m so close, please,” you babble, spit smearing against the mirror from your parted lips. 

He shifts his grip from your hips to your ass, squeezing hard enough for fat to dimple between his fingers. Grunting, he fucks into you even harder, cock splitting you open with every deep stroke. His drippy tip bumps into the opening of your womb and sends pleasure careening through your veins. Pressure builds up in your core and you twist your hips, trying to change the angle of Vergil’s dick. 

“W-wait, I’m—I think I’m gonna pee,” embarrassment makes your voice squeaky. “Vergil, please, I don’t wanna make a mess.”

He grunts, hips thrusting harder. “Let yourself go. I promise it will be fine. Your sweet cunt is just feeling good.”

Hands pushing at the mirror, you raise up but the angle only drives his cock in deeper, the head nailing your cervix and making your legs tremble. Clit pulsing, the tight band of arousal centered in your core finally snaps. Slick gushes around Vergil’s cock, nearly pushing him out of your pussy. Pussy walls flutter and pulse around his thick length, sucking him further into your soaked cunt.

“Perfect girl,” he groans, leaning forward to bite and kiss your neck. “Look at you squirting for me.”

Your watery eyes turn to your reflection and you take in your fucked out expression. Eyes moving from yours to Vergil, you watch him in the mirror. His eyes meet yours and he smirks.

“Didn’t that feel good?” He coos. “Now, rub that sweet, swollen clit. Let’s make you feel even better.”

Feeling wrung out, you sluggishly do as he says. Your fingers rub your clit in soft circles and your pussy flutters around his cock.

“Perfect,” he whispers, burying his face against your shoulder, teeth biting into the muscle. “So lovely.”

You whimper and whine, pussy swollen and sensitive and yet you still want to cum for Vergil, let him feel you squeeze down on his cock. He continues biting into your shoulders, breath hot on your neck when he finally raises his head to stare at you in the mirror.

“I’m close,” he murmurs. “Are you ready for my seed? Ready for me to spill inside you.. right here?” One hand slides up to press his palm flat to your lower abdomen. “Cum inside you so deep, you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Please, please,” you beg, tears clumping your lashes together. “I want you to cum inside me. Please, Vergil, please.”

“How can I deny such a sweet request?” He hums.

His hand joins yours, fingertips strumming across your clit and sending electricity zinging through your brain. He kisses a sensitive spot on your neck that leaves you shuddering, and he latches onto the skin, teeth and tongue working to leave a mark. Cock brushing against the spongy spot at the front of your cunt paired with his fingers playing with your pudgy clit sends you spiraling into another orgasm. 

“Utterly perfect,” he growls, letting your walls milk his cock as you slump into the mirror, climax wiping out your muscles. 

Reaching under your thighs, Vergil hooks your legs over his forearms and lifts you up. Too tired to care, he spreads you open, showing you both where he’s splitting you open. Grunting, he fucks you, cock barely pulling out before filling you once more. It doesn’t take long for him to drop you down onto his dick as he thrusts up, stilling with a low groan. Hot spurts of cum coat your pussy walls, making you gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Such a good girl,” he moans in your ear and your hole clamps down on him even harder.

Grunting, he pumps his cock slowly in and out, spurting the rest of his thick, sticky load into your cunt. There’s so much, you can see some of it bubble out from around his cock. When Vergil finally pulls out, his dick is coated in your slick and his spend; a quick glance at your hole shows it completely stuffed with his cum.

Feeling self conscious, you squirm in his hold. “Y-you can put me down now.”

He chuckles and it sends butterflies through your chest.

“I rather like this view,” he noses against your ear before kissing the shell.

His half hard cock rubs against your ass and you whimper.

“Maybe we should call it a night, hmm?”

You nod, watching as Vergil continues to nuzzle against your ear. He turns his attention back to you, eyes locking on yours in the mirror. 

“So much for that shower,” you mumble, surprising him enough he barks out a laugh.

“Apologies,” he kisses your cheek. “Should we have another?”

Shaking your head, you turn your head to kiss his temple. “No sense. I have a feeling we’d only end up this way again.”

“I fear you are right,” he kisses you before slowly lowering your legs down to the floor. Clicking your tongue, you wince at the thick glob of cum oozing from your pussy. 

“Bend over,” he suddenly orders and you have no reason to resist. 

He spreads your cunt and slides his tongue into your messy hole.

“Vergil,” you squeal. 

“Hush,” he pats your ass and you bite your lip. “I’m cleaning up my mess.”

Overly sensitive, you moan quietly, feeling every swipe of his probing tongue as he licks his cum out of your pussy. Once he can’t taste any more dripping out of you, Vergil pulls away, dropping one last kiss to your lower back before standing up. 

Once more, he smoothes down the shirt he picked out for you to wear to bed, eyes warm in and otherwise stoic expression. 

“Now shall we head to bed?”

You laugh, legs shaky enough that Vergil wraps a hand around your waist to let you lean against him.

“Are we going to bed? Or are we going to bed?” You raise your eyebrows at him, amusement coloring your voice.

“Both,” he deadpans, and you snort before covering your mouth. 

“How is that funny?” He murmurs, grabbing your waist and manhandling you down onto the bed.

His hands brush your thighs and your hips, seeking out any ticklish spots. Laughing, you sink your hands into his hair and guide him up to your mouth for a kiss. He sighs against your lips, and you whimper to taste yourself on his tongue.

Pulling away, he glances down at your bare thighs. “Shall I procure undergarments?”

“No, thank you.” You run your hands down his neck to his shoulders. “I don’t think I’ll need any.”

His shoulders twitch under your hands as he breathes out a soft laugh.

“Are you suggesting that I cannot keep my hands to myself?”

“I’m suggesting,” you whisper against his mouth, “that I don’t mind if you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He licks into your mouth, groans muffled against your tongue. Hot, open mouthed kisses simmer down to sweet, soft presses of his lips until he finally pulls back.

“As delightful as another round would be, we should attempt to sleep,” he sighs, forehead pressing against your temple.

“Mmm hmm,” you agree readily, your body starting to feel how tired you truly are. “No complaints from me.”

General:

This man is a piece of WORK good luck with that. It’ll take a while to undo all the Viltrumite indoctrination (and this guy also canonically lived like an animal). Hope the GDA’s top tier therapists are worth their money.

Like he’d sleep on the floor because the bed is “too soft” and that somehow feels wrong, or when you leave him alone for a while you’d come back to him being at the exact same spot just waiting for you.

Especially in the beginning he’d follow you around like a lost puppy, absolutely not knowing what to do with himself. And that might be for the best, because without you around, he’s more likely to relapse.

Even later on in the relationship he remains a bit clingy. Understandable though, your lifetime is significantly shorter than his so he tries to enjoy as much time together as possible.

Once he first started crying there’s no going back. I think he’d just randomly start getting teary-eyed over the most trivial things. Going from crazed nihilism to getting hit by so many suppressed emotions at once can be a bit overwhelming after all.

Is very helpful in general, but acts of service are also his love language. Being useful is still important to him especially since his effort finally gets acknowledgement – and he also has a hard time doing nothing because it makes him spiral.

His head continues to mess with him sometimes and he’s still not 100% sure the life you two built is real and not just him imagining things to cope with his loneliness.

Reverts back to his malicious old self occasionally, mostly when he’s out saving the world. Honestly doesn’t care about collateral damage as he relives his old days absolutely demolishing an enemy, but he hates you seeing him like this. Please don’t be mad, don’t be scared, he’s gonna be good next time…

With much love and patience he’ll eventually turn into one of those super enthusiastic grandpas, the kind that always smiles and cracks jokes and speaks way too loud. Makes everyone that knew his former self super uncomfortable lmao

Literally never shuts up, like he verbalizes every thought but it’s usually just him very cheerfully monologuing. His favorite topic is gushing about you to anyone willing to listen (or not). Surprisingly secretive about his past - probably because he doesn’t want your perception of him to shift negatively.

Totally baffled at the concept of a hobby, like simply doing stuff without necessity? Sign him up. Plan a pottery class or take dance lessons or whatever, he sucks ass at most things but he’ll gladly try it all out.

Surprisingly a great cook! And for that very same reason he gains a bit of weight, especially around the belly. Food on Viltrum tastes like nothing since it’s simply for nourishment, so imagine the hype when he discovers chocolate.

Has the worst fashion sense, for example those colorful Hawaiian shirts and socks in sandals kinda stuff. Sorry.

Sucks at kissing, with teeth colliding and uncoordinated tongue movement, but it’s endearing in a way. In the beginning it really felt like he was about to bite off your jaw. He'll get the hang of more chaste kisses, however he likes the first option more.

Animals adore him for some reason and he’s way better around them than other people. Please give this man a pet immediately.

Gets embarrassed easily, call him by a sweet nickname or compliment him on anything really and he forgets how to form sentences. Blushes a lot. Praise him a little would you.

Very touchy no matter if in public or at home. He always at least has his hand on you somehow since your touch grounds him. Offers bear hugs to everyone else too!

Definetly prefers to be the little spoon.

NSFW:

Oh, it’ll also take a while to get accustomed to each other in that particular way. Just too many variables that make it downright dangerous lmao

Obviously waits until you’re ready, he’s literally got all the time in the world. He’s content with you either way.

First of all, he needs to learn the limits of your human body. He is so terrified of hurting you by accident that even with cuddling you had proceeded slowly.

Also a bit nervous due to his advanced age, not that it means anything by human standards but it’s still on the back of his mind.

Truth be told this man is so touch-starved he’d probably cum from you barely even touching him. But no worries, he has stamina for days and loves to indulge you until you decide it’s enough.

Hairy. Everywhere. No elaboration.

Size and girth is proportionate to the rest of his body so R.I.P. to you, without prep this is barely possible.

I think his oral game is very clumsy due to lack of experience and not really understanding it, since on Viltrum it’s always straight to business. Gets the necessity of foreplay though.

Your taste though, that’s a whole other story. Might be a bit ashamed to admit but eating you out on your period draws him crazy.

And when he realizes just how good he can make you feel with so little, he quickly grows addicted. Still pretty sloppy but more because he’s over-eager than anything. Hope you like to be overstimulated because he’ll fill you up just to bury his face between your legs and clean the mess himself.

Doesn’t like you going down on him, though. Simply not close enough.

An absolute biter but never leaving permanent bruises. A miracle how he can hold back no to draw blood, because he sure is tempted.

Besides that, he enjoys being gentle with you incredibly much! It’s such a huge contrast to what he had to act like all those years that it’s just freeing in a way.

Would prefer you being on top actually. Can control his strenght better when you're the one in charge, and also adores just watching you.

No need to be ashamed of anything, this man is a FREAK. Nothing is off limits as long as he gets to make you happy, man’s open to suggestions!

Obsessed with you. Literally. I’m sure he’s into body worshipping, especially on parts you deem as “flawed”.

Any feasible problem had been rectified. 

But Johnny, he was just…there. 

Lingering, watching.

When you first meet him, it was an impromptu introduction as he flew through the open glass doors, flames dissipating as he landed on his feet, eyes wide and curious of a new face.

You quickly realize that despite his role on the team when it came to saving Earth, always gaining the glory of a well-defeated enemy, he didn’t have much to do at home.

It was how he found himself in Reed’s lab most days, sometimes occupied, sometimes not.

“Don’t pay him much mind,” Reed had insisted, “he’ll get bored and leave eventually,”

And he always did. 

But, not without noticeable eyes set on you for an extended amount of time, like he was trying to examine you from afar, learn you.

He oozes confidence that has clearly never been tested, addressing Reed with a rather flippant tone when he tried to get a point across or make a suggestion that was quickly shut down.

He tried, bless his heart.

And you sensed the flash of embarrassment as your gazes collided when he sulked past but you didn’t poke the beast.

Even with the minimal words you’ve spoken, you feel the silent tug of interest despite any and all logical reasoning why you shouldn’t find him intriguing.

Your curiosity was a goddamn killer.

He did seem helpful, though.

He often tried to apply an extra set of hands wherever needed when he wasn’t bothering Reed about new schematics for suits or upgrades on the Fantasticar.

And he made a great sandwich when he was feeling generous enough to share his half without so much of a word your way, only sliding the plate down beside you quietly with a quick snap to toast the bread when you mentioned to him how you liked the crunch.

He liked to tinker and fiddle, always tapping away a beat against a surface when his body was restless. 

It was always an object you needed, too.

Your wrench had become a common makeshift drumstick to him when he was burying himself in his own work, headphones blaring over his ears as you approached him without warning.

You pluck it away wordlessly, watching as he shifted one side of his headphones away from his ear and peered up at you, “I was getting to the good part,” he offered defensively.

“Darn,” you deadpan, “how will I go on?”

Johnny huffs out a short laugh and shakes his head, “Your loss, baby,” he quips before he replaces the wrench with his fingers, entering a quiet drum solo.

You freeze at the slip of words, knowing he was being patronizing, but he smiles with his sickening confidence and adds even more annoying sound effects with his mouth.

You soon discover he found his peace came when he flamed up and fought the enemy, but it wasn’t a daily occurrence. You could tell when he was getting restless, always waiting for the go ahead from Reed to blow off some steam.

Most flinched at the change in form, but you had always found it interesting, eyes watching him intently. You think you’re being more sly about it than he’s ever been, but his eyes always catch you, sealing your fate with a wink.

Johnny had an unavoidable charm and even you had fallen under that spell.

-

Lately, he’d been stuck on Franklin watch. 

He adored his nephew, he did.

But, with his powers revealing themselves as time went on, you realized just how much that young boy liked to tease his uncle.

It was a late evening when Franklin unexpectedly teleported into Reed’s lab, sans your boss as he had taken out Sue on a much needed evening away.

You were tracking through notes, rewriting them in your own notes and committing them to memory, color coded equations and all.

Franklin had startled you with his toddler babble, hands slapping against the floor as he pushed to his feet and waddled toward you with a toothy grin.

You picked him up with glee as you adjusted him on your hip.

“Johnny hates when you play hide and seek,” you tell him with a soft but playful tone, “but I find it amusing,”

The doors split open a minute later and you spot Johnny jogging toward you, wide-eyed and worried before he spots the identical smiles and his face quickly sets to annoyance.

“Dude, you disappeared right out of my arms,” he scolds Franklin gently, ignoring you entirely as you wordlessly handed off the child, brushing a stray hair away from your mouth and behind your ear as he then unexpectedly acknowledges you, “You’re really good with him, you know. He likes you,”

You clear your throat and turn back toward your notes, slipping into your chair and organizing the papers out perfectly, waiting for Johnny’s departure.

But, it doesn’t come.

“He’s a sweet kid,” you shrug, looking over your shoulder slightly,

He turns, shoes squeaking against the floor as you watch two fingers pluck a paper from the table, then another, completely disorganizing your system as you turn to him, face set with a look of disdain.

“Colorful,” he notes with a smirk, “…cute,”

You snatch the paper from his grip and quickly readjust the order, “it helps my brain memorize things,” you snap.

Johnny makes a dismissive noise of acknowledgment, peering curiously over your shoulder at the array of colors with an ever-growing grin.

“You seem…unpashed by all of this,” Johnny adds, vagueness intentional but you understand his words, “any normal person would flinch at us and our powers, him,”

“Any normal person?” You reply, mincing the words and trying to decipher what he meant, “Are you calling me strange?”

“Oh, no,” he quickly corrects, “no, no—you’re…you’re just different,”

Johnny had an unbeatable case of foot in mouth around you and he wasn’t sure why.

Okay.

Rolling your eyes, you glance at your watch and snort, “They’ll be back in thirty minutes and his bedtime was an hour ago,”

Johnny, oblivious, glances down at his watch too.

“Shit,” he curses and your eyes widen in disbelief at the excessive expletive around Franklin, “er—shoot, uh—“

You realize that while Johnny watched him often, he’s never been bestowed the duty of his nighttime routine.

Luckily, Sue had found her intuition serving her well, seeking you out as backup in the off—but very possible—chance that Johnny lost his head, you could help.

“Bath, bottle, bed,” you tell him, “Ben would probably make the bottle while you do the first part,”

Johnny balks, “Sue clued me in—you know, in case you floundered, which…”

Your eyes drag from head to toe and back before humming with a subtle smirk, “you totally are,”

He looks embarrassed, cheeks reddening despite his efforts to hide it.

He doesn’t come around for at least a week after that.

His ego needed time to heal.

—

You begin to think you’ve irritated him enough that he would stay away, but he’s soon back with a vengeance.

Reed had opened the lab up to you on the weekends and you had eagerly accepted the offer, even if it was just to test out experiments while he and the others were busy with the super side of things.

This particular experiment was extremely tempermental, needing just the right environmental forces to keep it balanced and you were so quietly focused on griping about the level of heat that you hadn’t heard Johnny approach—or even expected him to be here— and flick his pointer finger out like a party trick.

“I can help with that,” he says with the innocence of a child, helplessly unaware as the flame shot from his finger and let the burner explode with a poof of fire.

You gasp, “Johnny, no!” 

But, it was too late.

The flame shot up and immediately set off the fire alarm, forcing the emergency sprinkles on as you slapped your hands against the surface of the table before turning to him.

He’d jumped at the sudden jolt of freezing water, looking a mix of surprise and confusion as you stepped toward him.

“I didn’t ask for your help,” you snapped at him, “do you ever bother Reed when he’s working in the lab?”

“Yeah,” Johnny answers defensively, his mouth turning down as he nods, “It’s—you looked like you were struggling with the burner, I figured—“

“You figured?” you echo mockingly, “What is your deal?”

“My deal?” It was his turn to mimic.

“Why do you insist on messing with me?” you ask him candidly, “The first day I got here you spent two hours pretending like you had a reason to be in here just to watch me and for nearly a month after that, you found every possible opportunity to interrupt my work in the past couple months—believe it or not, this is my job. I’m getting paid, I have responsibilities, and I can’t waste my time looking over my shoulder wondering when Johnny is going to disrupt my day,”

“Well, you could’ve just said something,” Johnny offers, the sprinkles slowing shutting off but leaving you both dripping wet, “I just—“

Except you have, but he didn’t take you seriously. 

“You just what, Johnny?” you press him, chest rising with the quickness of your angered breath. 

“I thought I was helping,” he shrugs, “I really didn’t mean to—“

You sigh, pushing your soaked hair away from your face and setting your hands against your hips, “Well now I’m drowning and I don’t have a change of clothes,”

“I can fix that,” He offers innocently but with some hesitance under your heavy gaze, jutting his thumb toward the doors leading to the living quarters.

“Oh, can you?” you patronize him before finally relenting, following close behind as he led you through a room, down a hall, and up a flight of stairs before you reached a laundry room, “Genius plan, but I’m not going to stand here naked while my clothes dry,”

Johnny quickly assesses the area, finding a stack of fresh, clean white shirts that were neatly folded on the dryer. You slowly unfold the cotton to watch the shirt from to nearly knee level.

“You’re kidding me?” 

“I guess it was laundry day for Ben,” Johnny offers a warm smile that melts your cold exterior despite your qualms.

You clear your throat and silently order him to leave as you quickly discard your wet clothes into the dryer and switch into the shirt, feeling like Johnny was only doing this for pure amusement.

Eventually, the door creaks open and Johnny turns on his heels, his back having faced the door despite it also being closed. He was already shirtless, though.

It was only slightly startling, your eyes immediately tracking to his toned chest as he takes a moment to bite the laugh away that creeps up his throat.

He’s curbing himself, knowing he was skating on thin ice.

Good boy.

Johnny doesn’t seem to mind your eyes, finding that it was your time to stare as he stripped out of his jeans, leaving him in his still fairly dry boxer briefs that clung tight to toned thighs.

Johnny clears his throat to grab your attention, attempting to hide the smirk as he catches your gaze that lingers on the curve of his ass, your eyes quickly averting to the floor.

“It shouldn’t take long but you can wait in my room,” Johnny offers, “If…if Reed asks, I’ll tell him it was my fault.”

“Well, it was,” you correct him, following Johnny to his room.

“You’re just…different from the others,” Johnny offers randomly, turning to him curiously as the door clicks shut.

“Elaborate, maybe? Because it feels like you’re just calling me weird,” you retort, looking around curiously as Johnny takes a seat in the chair beside his record player.

“He’d gone through a handful of interns before you,” Johnny begins, “they all seem pretty freaked being around us, around Franklin, and they can’t really keep up with Reed the way you can. You—you don’t even seem phased…by any of it,”

“I didn’t take this job to fulfill my curiosity about the Fantastic Four,” you could care less about the fantastical aspect of their lives, “I admire Reed’s work, I’d like to learn from him, this job doesn’t just land on your desk on day, it chooses you,”

“My sister said she picked you out,” Johnny admits, “I think her judgement is a little better than Reed,”

“So, what’s your judgement then?” you ask with an enticing curiosity, watching the way Johnny’s eyes track the fabric of Ben’s massively oversized shirt as it bunches at your thigh when you sit in the chair across from him. 

“Confident,” he begins, though you find the word too strong for your own liking, “thoughtful, resourceful—uh, personable but shy. You’re great with Franklin, like Sue. Reed struggles just as much as Ben and I,”

It gets a soft laugh out of you and Johnny takes that as a win.

“What about me?” Johnny asks, leaning back in the chair as his arms cross, biceps flexing as his jaw sets tight.

His gaze is piercing even when he isn’t trying, the richness in his blue eyes like an unintentional truth serum.

“Stubborn,” you begin but it seems like Johnny expects that, “hot-headed, infuriating,”

“Don’t hold back,” he snorts, “anything else, babydoll?”

You roll your eyes at the patronizing term of endearment.

His legs are inching open, spreading until he’s comfortable and relaxed, his hands clasped loosely over his chest as his elbow settled against the arms of the chair.

“You’re enjoying this,” you scoff, “aren’t you?”

Johnny shrugs and offers a warm smile.

“I don’t think you’d have a clue what to do if someone put you in your place, Johnny,” you taunt him, watching his expression change slightly, head tilting, “I think you count on flirting your way out of shit and you know that won’t work with me and you’re helpless,”

“It wouldn’t?” Johnny asks curiously, his hands separating to spread out over his thick thighs, underwear creased at his groin and drawing your eyes in like a magnet, “Don’t think I haven’t caught you looking, too,”

You needed it out of your system, this pull. 

You tried to keep it dormant, blaming it on proximity and Johnny’s insisting presence. But here, in the silence that grew between you both, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug ass smile off his face. 

Johnny slowly leans forward, just enough that his finger can wrap around the leg of your chair and pull you toward him.

Your foot presses into the space between his legs, stopping the movement as you stand from the chair.

This had to be grounds for termination; hooking up with your boss's brother-in-law was a definite reason for firing.

Still, the heat Johnny emitted even without his trademark flames was addicting up close, like an unbreakable curse on your body.

Johnny stares with a curious expression but matches your movement, your own fingers slowly curling around his arm as the pull comes easy, his fingers threading through your hair like they belong there, cradling the back of your head as your lips pressed together in a soft but solid kiss, unsure of what to expect.

It shouldn’t feel this pleasant, as irritating as Johnny was.

He’s quick to commandeer, like second nature as your head tilts and moves to his whim, slow kisses turning increasingly sloppy as his other hand squeezes at your waist through the excessive fabric, pulling you close.

Your own hands had twisted up and around his neck, arms slung as you pulled him closer, the quietest mewl slipping from your lips as Johnny made the pivot toward his bed, your hand catching behind you on the way down as you pulled apart for a much needed breath of air.

“Not like this,” you explain to him gently, fingers curling under the band of his underwear as you pull him toward you and swiftly change positions, leaving him sprawled out as he topples to the mattress, elbows catching the blow as you settle over his legs, “this is better,”

The bed creaks with the movement and Johnny stares up at you—he’s curious, unoccupied hands curling into fists at his side.

“The thing about observing and staying quiet,” you explain with a breath, thighs spread out over his lap, shirt keeping your modest at bay for the moment, “is that I’m really good at reading people,”

“And you’ve found that I’m devilishly handsome,” Johnny offers with a teasing grin, “who knew?”

Johnny watches as your hands move from your own thighs toward the apex of his own, the noticeable tent in his underwear twitching as your fingers graze the fabric.

You shrug,”I don’t know, I’m more curious how easy it is to make you beg,” offering a gentle squeeze to his shaft, his stomach flexing at the touch but his face remaining unchanged as he tilts his head slightly.

“I can put on a show,” he answers cockily, moving from his elbows to the palm of his hands, leading him closer to you as he sits up, “if you’re interested,”

You laugh quietly to yourself, shaking your head as you look down, feeling the gentle touch of a hand shifting over your thigh and under the shirt you were wearing.

“No need,” you retort with a smile as you pull at the collar and slip the shirt over your head, leaving you completely bare before him as you work through the surge of adrenaline and quickly push his hand away and further behind his back.

Johnny can’t even compute what was happening until his hands are already bound in the knotted fabric, looking up at you with a furrowed brow.

“Don’t burn through it,” It was an extension of trust, hoping that he wouldn’t, but knowing that he could.

Luckily, Johnny was already distracted with other things.

Namely, the sight of your tits as you leaned back on his strong thighs and the glorious motion of them pushing together as you palmed him fully with both hands, his lips parting only slightly.

Clearly, he wasn’t bothered. 

Not good enough.

You stand, the plushness of your thighs pressing together as his eyes drag to point of divinity, catching the moment his eyes dilated and his tongue drags over his bottom lip.

“You’re out of luck, flame boy,” you tease him, kneeling down to the floor as your fingers curl around his underwear and tug.

He lifts his ass wordlessly, mesmerized by you.

His cock springs free without a single ounce of shame and rightfully so, knowing that if you had a list for prettiest cocks that he would be sitting at the top, no contest.

Your bottom lip pulls between your teeth slightly, taking in all eight inches of him and watching where the head of his cock rests just above his belly button, weeping at the tip despite his efforts to remain unaffected. 

There’s a thick vein that runs from the base of his shaft to his head and you test it with a finger, tentatively, his skin like velvet under your touch as you circle the head, smearing the precum over your finger before bringing it to your mouth, pressing it flat against your tongue. 

Johnny lets out an involuntary huff of air as you hum, returning to his lap without a word, eyes unable to break away from you.

You teasingly roll your fingers around his balls, featherlight up the seam as he releases another shaky breath that doesn’t seem anything like the man who constantly sported a shit-eating grin and an annoying air of confidence, sealing his fate as your hand grips his cock with a kind of pressure that makes Johnny swallow, hard.

“You’ve done this before right, Johnny?”

He clears his throat, “Plenty,” he offers and you know he isn’t really lying, “if you’re trying to embarrass me, it won’t work,”

“That’s not the idea,” you quickly assure him, “I want you to enjoy this, really,”

You slowly move your hand up his shaft and down, jerking his cock at a pace that doesn’t quite satisfy.

“I don’t beg,” Johnny makes an effort to remind you.

You shrug, twisting your hand around his shaft as your pace gradually quickens, watching the rhythmic twitches in his stomach as he tries to maintain a steady breath.

“Is—is this like a control thing?” Johnny unexpectedly begins to ramble, his tone rather calm—last ditch effort?

“Control? No,” you answer truthfully, “a good way to fuck with you? Absolutely,”

Johnny scoffs in amusement and leans back more confidently into the weight of his hands, eyes raking over your exposed skin with a greediness that you’ve always expected he kept under lock and key until moments like this. 

“You know, it’s been three months,” he continues, “if you had a crush you could’ve just told me, I thought I was being pretty obvious how I felt,”

“Painfully,” you laugh softly, leaning back slightly as you bring your hand to your mouth and spit gently into your palm before your hand returns to his cock, hearing the slight quiver in his tone as he hums at the touch.

“What triggers it?” You ask curiously, “The flames,”

Johnny pauses for a moment, eyes fluttering slightly as your thumb rubbed over the slit and along the ridge beneath the head of his cock.

“I’ve always had it under control,” Johnny answers with his usual air of confidence, “Nothing has ever really—it’s not like an emotional thing, if that makes sense,”

“Really?” you were genuinely curious despite Johnny’s subtle skepticism.

“Really,” Johnny retorts, “are you trying to study me? Now? Like, right now? I’m not gonna flame up if you make me—“

You silence him with a teasing kiss, lips barely grazing his own but his argument falls dead in an instant, your hand grips into his short blonde hair and he grunts, teeth bared.

“Who said I planned on making you cum anyways?” you whisper against his mouth as he lips part with your suddenly intensifying pace, fingers squeezing over the head with each tug.

“Huh?” It sounds pathetic.

And with the way his shoulders flexed, fingers curling into the fabric of his bed, you can tell he’s growing close already.

He moans into your mouth as you hold his gaze this close, watching his sanity slowly drift away.

“Fuck,” he breathes softly, “see—I knew there was something about you,”

“Did you?” You tease him, “Does that line always work?”

Johnny shakes his head and groans, stubbornly avoiding a careful few words and you begin to switch between a slow and fast pace, teasing him to near delirium.

“Clothes are prob—probably dry,” Johnny interjects, trying to switch subjects.

You hum in acknowledgement, watching the tension in his shoulders build, his chest flushed as he breaths come out like pants, nearing the edge as you let him go without warning, “Shit, why did you—“

He peels his eyes open to look at you, watching you sport his trademark grin and serve him a proper dose of his own medicine. 

“Did you think I was lying?” you ponder his frustration, gently dragging the back of your finger along the underside of his cock and watching as it twitches involuntarily.

“Part—partly,” Johnny admits and clears his throat,

“I will,” you tell him, “just, you know, say the words,”

Johnny eyes you with a clueless expression.

“Please,” you whisper softly in a mock tone of desperation, tightening your grip around his dick again, “oh, please,”

Johnny can’t help the way his gut somersaults at the way you speak to him, the faux agony in your tone that he’d do nothing short of self-sacrifice to be on the other end of.

“I’m not,” Johnny challenges, “you know I’m not,”

“Mmm,” you contemplate quietly, “not even if I get on my knees and let you watch while I suck you off?”

“Nope,” his voice is pinched but you can feel the pulse of satisfaction at your words, giggling to yourself, “not a chance,”

“Too bad,” you pout slightly and offer your words as innocently and as truthful as you can, even though it was fairly easy, “I like the way you taste,”

Johnny jaw clamps down at your words paired with the unexpected introduction of your other hand as you work over his cock at a relentless pace, watching his expression carefully.

“What?” You ask him curiously, “Too much?”

Johnny shakes his head, “Just—didn’t expect this—from you,” he struggles to explain, “you’re always so quiet around everyone,”

“You only see the parts of me I want you to, Johnny,”

“I like this side, too,” he admits with a slight grin as you mirror his expression, “just to be clear,”

“If I untie your hands,” you begin, his attention pulling taut, “you still have to keep them to yourself,”

“Done deal, babydoll,” he appeases, “I’ll be good,”

You snort at his obvious enjoyment and lean forward to loosen the fabric and toss it away, but are less than obliging as you immediately push him back into the mattress.

“What’re you—“ the air is pushed from his lungs as you easily position your cunt over his messy cock, a mix of your own saliva and his slick,

“Desperate times,” you offer with a smile, bending down to meet his lips again, “remember, hands off,”

It was a little selfish, chasing your own pleasure at the expense of his torture, but the moment your folds fit snug over his shaft and he groans, full body, you knew it was the right choice to make.

Johnny can’t help but watch the warmth of your pussy sliding over his cock in a carefully timed rhythm as he watches the head disappear when your hips tilt forward.

He knows, for the foreseeable future, that he would find every reason, every way, to bury himself there.

Be it his face, fingers, or his cock—he was an absolute goner and he needed you in every way imaginable. 

“She fits perfectly, don’t you think?” Johnny teases, surely signing his death certificate with those words.

“You were on the verge of tears just a few seconds ago,” you remind him, watching the last bits of his sanity flee as you grinded down against him, “so shut up and be good,”

Johnny clears his throat and nods without thinking. His hands are resting loosely above his hand, curling into fists when the pace gets too overwhelming, helping you manage your movement as you feel yourself crawling closer to your own orgasm, the head of his cock catching against your clit with every drag of your hips.

All you had to do was drag this out long enough to break him, even just a little, but you were learning that he was indeed the most stubborn creature in existence.

He does eventually crack though, pulling him so close to the edge that he fears he might not have any control before he blows his load, but your careful timing leaves him unsatisfied and all he can manage is a pathetic moan and look of pleading that didn’t match up to the words you wanted to hear.

“It hurts,” he manages, but was far too blissed out on the overdose of pleasure to care, “come on, this isn’t fair,”

You drag your hips against him tantalizingly slow, almost to the point of no movement at all, hands pressed into the mattress beside his head.

You shrug, clueless, dragging your thumb against his abused bottom lip, indented with teeth marks from how hard he’d been biting it.

“Ask for it,” you coax him, “tell me how badly you want it,”

Johnny swallows sharply, feeling the faint adjustment of your hips, moving but barely.

“You can’t—can’t tease me for it,” Johnny retorts, groaning softly as you pick up your pace slightly.

“Never,” you promise him, “our secret,”

“Fuck,” he breathes, “baby—“

He’s right there, you can feel it.

Luckily, your patience had also worn thin and you’d be a mess just as soon as he, grinding your hips over him in time with his plea of words.

“Please,” he sighs, “please, just let me—“

“Yeah?” you nod, hips stuttering as you own pleasure coils in your gut.

“I’m begging, okay?” Johnny gives in, “Please just—just let me come,”

“Good boy,” you speak into the curve of his neck as his hands release from their invisible bindings and find you as he, squeezing tightly into your hips as he guides you over his cock, spurts of his thick cum painting his chest and your own, moaning brokenly against his skin as you come, pussy spasming against his cock as he chokes out a groan of your name.

As the silence bestows you, it’s met with tired laughter.

Delirious and sated, Johnny’s hand rubbing over his face as he attempts to catch his breath.

“You’re…evil,” Johnny admits, “I’m adding that one to the list, pure—pure evil,”

“Well, this just proves you can listen,” you grab the discarded shirt from the edge of the bed and wipe away the mess with a casualness that has Johnny’s gaze locked on you as you ball up the soiled fabric and shove it into his clean chest, “you should…probably burn that now,”

“Yeah,” Johnny agrees with a short laugh, but tosses it aside for now.

He grunts softly moving to sit up, his hand coming up to rest at the center of your back and your hands naturally fall to his shoulders as his chin tilts up and presses between the valley of your breasts, puppy dog eyed and all smiles, “I’m sorry for bothering you so much,”

“I don’t…mind,” you admit to him, “but you should really listen when someone tells you something instead of brushing it off,”

“I think I just proved I can,” Johnny defends,

“You did touch me,” Johnny closes his eyes with a silent laugh, “couldn’t hold out on those last few seconds, could you?”

“I’ll be honest, I think I blacked out toward the end,” Johnny pleads with you,

“Oh?”

“Shut up,” he huffs lightheartedly, “I’ll grab our clothes, the others should be back soon,”

You nod, climbing off of his lap carefully as he plucks his underwear from the ground and slips them on as he heads toward the door.

“Have fun explaining the lab to Reed,” you tease him,