#depraved

Pairing- Johnny Storm x Casual!Reader

Summary- Johnny Storm--in search of a hookup that doesn't lead to a girl asking him for something more exclusive--seeks out a match in a sex club, finding a girl in search of the same thing he is: Just sex, no strings attached. Now he can enjoy himself, and he's not worried at all about falling for her... RIght?

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Warning(s)- angst, maybe a bad ending (idk), so much smut, porn with some plot, PinV, oral, both m and f receiving, idk if theres any others, lmk if you find any

A/N- Hey guys I had this idea a while ago, and I've been writing it for several dayssssss!!! Especially since first steps is now on disney plusssssss! Hope you enjoy!

September 12, 1960

Johnny huffed, finally able to stop running as he let his back hit the back of a wall in the alley between two buildings, gasping for breath.

Every time. It happened to him every damn time he tried hooking up with a girl: The sex was fine, fun sometimes, and then after a few go arounds, he'd wake up on a pleasant morning, being bombarded with the dreaded question: "What are we?"

He'd finally caught his breath, turning back into the bustling streets, his clothes crumpled on him, shoulders slumped in disappointment, and missing one of his favorite socks. He knew exactly where he was going to fix this issue.

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September 15, 1960

Johnny followed the streetlights down the sidewalk, casually glancing at the digital map on his watch. He prayed to any divine being that was up above that no one who knew him personally would notice him, whether an old fling or a family member. Just to be certain, he pulled the hoodie just a little further down to shade his eyes, despite the darkness of the night that covered him. He pulled the glowing watch closer to his face, seeing the blinking point that represented him, standing directly by the spot he had needed to come to: a sex club.

Now, in other circumstances, he would avoid this place like the plaque. He preferred the natural way of meeting people, seeing a pretty girl on the street and sliding in with a pick up line and a smirk. This was out of any comfort zone he'd ever dared to cross.

He pushed through the double doors, the inside somehow darker than the night outdoors, pulling his hood off slowly. He took in everything: the random couples making out on couches, women escorting one or sometimes two people to private rooms, and waitresses with trays filled with something that was not drinks.

"Can I help you?" a voice called for him, making him slightly jump, thinking he'd already blown his cover. He looked over the woman before him, noticing that the outfit was similar to the women with the sampling trays. He finally allowed a breath to pass his lips.

"I've never done this before," he admitted sheepishly, after a long pause to build his courage.

"That's fine. Follow me, and I'll try to set you up with a match."

Just like that, the woman beckoned him with her perfectly manicured finger, pulling him by some invisible thread. They sat at a dimly lit, plush booth, the girl pulling a clipboard from behind the seat and clicking the pen a few times.

"Alright, what exactly are you looking for?" she smiled at him, her bright eyes piercing through him, making his body run unaturally cold.

He wiped the sweat from his palms on his jeans before starting. "Well... I want something where they can learn what I like, and I can learn what they like. I don't want anything serious, just..."

"Fucking?" the girl smirked. When Johnny's ears started to grow hot, the woman let out a laugh like a bell ringing. "Alright, no strings. Are there any kinks or fetishes you're not okay with?"

"No piss, shit, or anything like that," he shivered at the thought. "I don't know much about it otherwise."

"Are you open to learning more about BDSM?"

"Umm... I guess it doesn't matter? I just don't want a girl who knows who I am, or at least doesn't care... That's usually how the past flings I've had go to shit."

The girl nodded as she scribbled on the paper. "Last question: are you more dominant or submissive?"

"Dominant. I can be submissive sometimes, but I like being in charge."

He was shocked at how much easier it had become to answer, becoming more comfortable with every second that passed; all he could think was that everyone else was in here for the same things as he was, a non-judgmental partnership to ease tensions and explore options.

"Wait here, Mr. Storm. I'll be right back to see if your answers match any in our system."

He flinched at the name he hadn't given her. This might be a harder feat than he'd thought it'd be, finding someone that didn't know him, that is.

The nerves began rushing back, the sweat accumulating on his palms, and his knee bounced. It had only been about 15 minutes, and the woman hadn't returned yet. Just as he stood to leave as quickly as he'd come in, the woman called out to him.

"Mr. Johnny, you had a 96% match with this lovely mistress right here," she smiled as she gently pushed the woman forward.

Johnny's breath caught in his throat. She was a stunning beauty with glowing skin and breathtaking eyes--not to mention the body that made his jeans grow tighter by the second. He cleared his throat as he invited her to sit at the booth. She smiled at him as she scooted into the edge seat.

They sat there for one minute, then two, then five. Time passed with drinks and no conversation as Johnny fiddled with the straw and watched her.

"Sorry, I'm new to this; I'm not sure where to start."

The straw fell from her perfect lips, and she smiled. "Me too. Why don't we start with why you're looking for something in a sex club?"

Johnny laughed nervously, twisting the straw slightly faster.

"Sorry, I just figured no better way to break the ice than getting over the worst part first," her cheeks blushed noticeably under the dim lighting.

"No, it's okay. Well, uh..." he coughed lightly. "I'm pretty well known a few towns over, and it makes hookups hard. A lot of the girls I've tried with end up asking what we are, and I just want someone to grow with sexually, but nothing past that."

"I'm the same, in a way," she sipped from the fruity cocktail, pulling her lips from the straw with a pop. "I've been hooking up with one guy for about six months now, and he told me he wanted a girl he could take home to his ma," she mocked with a grin. "I may not be well known like you say you are, but I kinda struggled to find someone that would meet my needs without wanting to cage me."

Johnny nodded, smiling in relief. "How long ago did that end?"

"Two weeks ago. How 'bout you? When was your last?"

"Three days."

"You move fast," she laughed, making Johnny's dimples peek through his cheeks. She leaned forward in the next instant, her soft hands grazing the top of his, her innocent stare suddenly shifting to something else entirely. "Why don't we get outta here?"

It was over when they hit the inside of her apartment. The door slammed shut, and the next second Johnny had her pinned to it. He hoisted her up by the backs of her thighs, holding her in place against his throbbing, clothed member. She whimpered at the feeling, continuing to kiss and pant into him, rutting her hips for more friction.

He carried her to her couch that was inches away, kneeling down between her legs, and pulling the panties under her skirt to the side, noticing the time she'd put into picking out a pair of lacey pink panties that were already soaked.

"Tell me to stop," he huffed, kissing the inside of her thigh.

"No, please don't stop," she whimpered, throwing her head back against the couch as his fingers burned against her hips. He smiled before diving in, his hot tongue licking a single stripe up her middle and earning himself a guttural moan from her. He continued to work on her clitoris, flicking his tongue in the letters of the alphabet, applying more pressure every third letter. She gripped a fistful of his honey blonde hair, and he felt himself twitch as he ate more fervently. He slid his hand from her hip, sliding his middle finger into her slowly, dragging it out and pushing it back in rougher each time. The noises he elicited from her spurred him on further, until he felt her legs pressing in against the sides of his head. She grew louder, but he stayed consistent, working her with his left hand and pumping himself gently with his right. In seconds, she grasped as tightly as she could, thighs pressing so tightly against him he felt his head would pop, and she muttered his name over and over again. She came down from her high, no longer shaking as bad, as she peeked at Johnny's sly smirk from between her legs. He couldn't help but twitch at the spaced-out, blissful glaze in her eyes and slightly agape, swollen lips.

"Can I try something?" she panted slightly.

Johnny was taken aback but nodded. She lay against the armrest of the couch, letting her head fall over the edge. She held her mouth open, tongue reaching to touch her chin as she stared at him.

The implication was clear: she wanted to be throatfucked.

"If it's too much, you have to let me know," he said, barely able to hold himself back much longer as he stood in front of her.

She nodded fervently, pulling him closer by his pant loop, then freeing his cock from the undone zipper. She pumped him firm and slow, making eye contact as she teased the tip with her thumb. Before he could protest that he couldn't handle much more teasing, she opened her mouth back up and took him down her throat in one motion. He felt shivers run down his spine as he let out a raspy moan, gently caressing the side of her face as she took him. His thrusts started gentle, a nice warmup, but grew rougher and deeper, until his cock vanished into her mouth. She hummed around him, her eyes fluttering shut. He felt his eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head, and the twitching began to quicken. He gave a few more rough thrusts before bottoming out down her throat, letting his hot cum pour down her throat. He pulled out with a pop from her lips and a last, breathy moan, a few drops of him landing on her chin. She wiped the cum from her chin with two fingers, sucking them clean with a devilish smirk. He started back in on her, pinning her to the couch, pulling her legs over his hips, and attacking her neck with his lips and the occasional bite mark just to hear her pretty gasp. He looked her in the eyes, pushing his tip in, both of them gasping in tandem as he began to slowly fill her, inch by inch, stretching her to fit all of him. His thrusts grew sloppy after a while, and she locked her legs around his hips for better penetration, wanting him to fill her to the brim. He pumped in a few final times before bottoming out inside of her, feeling her sopping cunt milk him for all he had left in him as they came together. He collapsed on top of her as they both tried to catch what breath they'd lost, falling asleep in the same position they'd ended in.

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The next morning, Johnny woke against her bare breasts, peeking up at he angelic, sleeping features.

So, it really had happened.

He dressed quickly before kissing her head and zooming out the window of the apartment, leaving behind his phone number on a torn-off piece of notebook paper.

When he finally got back to the tower in New York, it was obvious he had a bit more pep in his step. His sister, Sue, was the first to notice. The usual 9 am at the latest was up and already showered, dressed, and eating breakfast by 6 am. Ben was next. He came to the kitchen to see Johnny actually using a bowl and spoon for his cereal instead of just reaching his fingers in the box, and when he went to the kitchen to clean up whatever mess Johnny had left, it was clean. Not one stray marshmallow from his Lucky Charms littered the counters or floors. Reed, however, didn't notice until Sue had asked if he'd noticed anything strange about her brother.

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September 27, 1960

Johnny collapsed on the bed beside his fling, both of them panting with satisfied smiles on their faces.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starved," she stood, sliding his hoodie over her head, letting it fall over the swell of her ass and drape over her in a way that made Johnny want just one more round--even if he had said that three rounds ago.

He followed after her, pressing himself into her back as he held her, watching her cook from her shoulder: eggs were cracked and began cooking over easy, and an ungodly amount of bacon beside it in the same pan. She placed the first piece of bacon on a plate beside her, Johnny swooping in to take it before being swatted with the tongs and shooed from the kitchen with giggles echoing through the apartment.

Breakfast was served at the square table with mismatched chairs, one of which Johnny pulled out for his angel, as he had recently started calling her.

They ate in a comforting silence as the sun began to rise over the horizon through the adjacent window.

Johnny took everything in that morning: the two bookshelves in the corner with an egg chair between them, loaded down with books of multiple genres, a record player on the left of the window, a smaller shelf just for records on the right, and a table in the middle with a plethora of plants atop it. The striped couch in the center with a beetle rug underneath, and an odd-shaped oak coffee table with a couple of coffee mug rings permanently etched into the surface. The open window that looked into the small kitchen had a mini bar just beneath it with a few bottles of hard liquor. He was snapped from his trance at the touch against his leg. He glanced under the table to see the fluffy sock-adorned foot running higher and higher up his leg, finding its resting place on the edge of the seat right by his crotch.

He chuckled in disbelief at the insatiable siren across from him. She giggled at his reaction, then continued her breakfast as if nothing had happened. She kept squirming her foot with a smirk as she took bites of her food, not even looking up at Johnny. She stroked his leg before pushing her foot lightly into his growing bulge.

"You mind?" he smiled.

"Not at all," she poked at her eggs as she pressed a bit further into him.

Johnny stood, crossing the divide to her, hovering over her in nothing but too-tight boxers. She finally looked up at him, grinning like the Cheshire cat, batting her eyes innocently.

"What's wrong, Johnny? Something wrong with breakfast?"

Johnny just stared down at her, tongue jutting into his cheek in a way that made heat rush to her core.

"Johnny?"

He hoisted her up without a word, pushing everything on the table off onto the floor, placing her back against the cool table, and began eating her savagely. She whimpered, the vibrations shivering through her whole body and hitting his tongue, earning a moan from him. She grappled with the edge of the table with one hand, while the other gripped a fistful of hair. Her back arched off the table as he lavished her, speaking sweet nothings into her cunt to spur her on:

God, angel, you taste so fucking good.

I'm gonna make you scream for me.

Such a good girl for my tongue, huh?

With each overstimulating notion, the knot in her stomach pulled tighter and tighter until it snapped, a wave crashing over her as her body twitched against his lips.

She propped up on her shaky elbows, panting as she looked at him from between her legs.

He smiled, perfect teeth on full display. "Breakfast was perfect."

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October 21, 1960

Johnny paced the living room in silence, worrying over his phone at the texts delivered, but unread. The two of them had never gone a whole day without at least shooting one text, saying they had plans with friends or had something going on. Johnny was practically burning to see her, not even noticing his sister enter the room.

"Johnny? Everything alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, yeah, just... have a friend who hasn't texted all day, and I'm kinda getting worried."

"Ah," Sue nodded with a growing smile, "is this friend by chance a girl?"

Johnny's gaze shot up. "Does that matter?"

"Don't get upset, it was just a question. I'm guessing this isn't a normal thing for her?"

Johnny shook his head.

"Sue placed a hand gingerly on his shoulder. "Go check on her. If we need anything, we can hold off without you for long enough until you get a ping."

Johnny kissed his sister's cheek before rushing toward the open balcony, jumping from the ledge, and turning into a fireball shooting across the sky.

Johnny landed on her fire escape with silent feet, flames extinguishing themselves. He looked over his clothes, brushing off invisible dust before finally glancing up through the window.

Shit.

Johnny froze just like she did, both mirroring each other. Johnny couldn't breathe as he watched the mug in her hand fall to the floor and shatter, the hot liquid pooling at her feet. He was the first to move after a long, drawn-out moment, reaching for the window and slowly dragging it up before stepping inside with his hands raised in defense.

"What the fuck." She spoke in a whisper, her eyes as large as saucers, her hand still in the position it had been holding the mug.

"I can explain."

"You were ON FIRE?!" She finally moved, circling him and patting him down like he was still ablaze.

"I wasn't on fire! I'm kinda... made of it?" he winced, bracing for her reaction. None came. He looked at her, seeing the stun throughout her whole body.

"But the reason I came by so fast is you haven't been answering me today, and usually, you at least let me know what's up, so I started to panic, and I got my sister to cover for me, and-"

"I'm sick," she was back to being frozen, staring in awe.

"Look, I'll order food and explain everything, just... sit down and I'll get the phone." He directed her to the couch, pulling out his phone and stepping into the kitchen, praying her favorite takeout was open.

"So, you're a superhero?" she spoke with a mouth half full of hot and sour soup.

"Yeah. I didn't want you to find out like this." he felt discouraged, thinking this would be the end of the casual hookups and fun they'd been having together for the past little while.

"Is this why girls wouldn't leave you alone?"

Johnny just nodded, staring into his lo mein. Then she began to giggle. His head shot up to look at her, covering her mouth so all he could see was the upturned corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry, it makes sense now," she giggled a little harder. "I mean, you never let me watch the news with you around, so I thought you were a felon on the run, and even worse, you never took me back to yours to hook up, so I thought you were a serial killer with a fuckin'... drawer of hair or some shit you kept as trophies."

"You didn't watch the news when I left to see if you were right?"

"Fuck no. All I could think about was if I saw your mugshot on the news, I wouldn't wanna turn you in just because of how much fun we have together," she laughed harder, letting out a little snort.

Johnny's nerves disappeared completely at the sound, and he smiled at her, letting himself relax.

"Y'know, you're beautiful, " he cupped both sides of her face, kissing the tip of her nose, "but you have the survival instincts of a fuckin' rock."

"The dick you give me is worth it."

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November 12, 1960

Johnny stepped out of the elevator first, leading his angel--who he'd instructed to wear something pretty for him--by the hand, checking every few seconds to be certain her eyes were closed. He led her to the center of the living room, facing the kitchen, ran to flip the lights, and shot a flame into the center of the fire pit.

"Okay, angel, you can open."

She opened her eyes almost preemptively, one eye opening in a squint before looking at the display before her. Johnny had said he wanted to do something different, so she just followed along like she always had; it had never hurt to before, and it certainly hadn't now, a full dinner strewn on the table with candles in a fancy penthouse of sorts.

"Johnny," she felt a smile creeping on her lips as he fiddled with his fingers like a schoolboy.

"You said something about never coming to my place, so I wanted to invite you over--prove I'm not a serial killer, as you said." he cupped her cheeks, kissing her before leading her by the hand to the modern table, pulling a chair out for her like he always did.

She looked over the plethora of food in front of her: steaks that had a sprig of rosemary and a slice of melty butter on top, green beans with some kind of chopped garlic scattered over them, and salad with cherry tomatoes that he knew were her go-to quick snack, a bottle of red wine in the center with the three candlesticks.

She watched on as Johnny served her, unable to wipe the dopey grin off her face. She popped a cherry tomato in her mouth while she cut a piece off the tender steak, looking at the char and the pink center, salivating. Everything was divine, both of them finishing off the dinner, doing the dishes together in the kitchen, and ending the night out on the glass balcony together. Johnny leaned against her back, holding her firmly by the waist as she leaned against the railing, both of them looking over the city lights. She let out a sigh, relaxed from the warmth he provided, even in the cold winter night. She felt his scorching lips against her neck and his hands wander lower to her hips, rubbing circles through the fabric of her pencil skirt.

"Easy. We're outside," she smirked.

"No one can see us from up here," he fiddled with the hem of the skirt, pushing his fingers underneath and leaving burning trails against her skin as she let out a gasp at his touch. Johnny continued after hearing no further protest, pulling the skirt up slowly, agonizingly teasing. Once the skirt was bunched just above her hips, he felt the familiar tight feeling from his pants, looking at his angel bent over a balcony railing with lazy red panties hugging the swell of her ass, maybe a bit too tightly. He slid them to the side, undoing his fly with his free hand and began lining himself up, rubbing his swollen tip up and down her slit before pushing all the way in.

She gasped, folding more forward, Johnny smirking at the reaction she'd always given him.

"Nuh uh," he spoke in a low, gravelly tone, "gotta stay close to me, angel. Can't have you falling." He wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her up toward him as he continued to pound into her mercilessly. She slid her hand up past his wrist, placing hers on top of his, squeezing slightly. Johnny felt something inside him groan, following her command to add more pressure to her delicate little neck, sinking deeper as he did. They both felt the knots in their stomachs growing tighter by the second.

"Johnny," she cooed.

"I know, angel, just hold out a little longer," Johnny kept up his pace, working both of them to the very edge. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

With those four words, her body reacted, snapping the cord and causing that familiar wave of pleasure to wash over her, Johnny right behind her, letting himself spill into her.

December 15, 1960

A few months had passed for Johnny's new fling, and everyone was starting to notice something was different, especially his sister. She always saw him checking his appearance a bit more than usual in the mirror, giving himself pep talks and talking to himself as if he were practicing what to say to someone. That's when it clicked for her: He was seeing someone.

As he walked through the kitchen, he grabbed sugar from the cabinet and scissors from the drawer. He took the flowers out of the vase to clip off the plastic wrapping, taking extra care to trim the daisies' stems at an angle, throwing a bit of sugar in the engraved vase, and displaying the flowers inside carefully.

"Johnny," Sue smirked as she appeared from thin air, the holographic air around her dissolving like a vapor. Johnny jumped, turning to face his sister quickly.

"Sue," he tried regaining his composure as he crossed his arms over his chest. She looked him up and down, taking in the nice navy shirt and khakis he wore, and freshly shined leather dress shoes.

"So, who is she?" she smiled wider.

"Sue..." he groaned, turning back to his flowers.

"You've been seeing her for so long, I just want to know about her. What's she like?"

"Nothing, she's none of your business," he pouted, keeping his focus on the daisies he pretended to arrange again.

"So there is a girl? C'mon, at least give me her name, she slid beside him, smiling, finally getting him to look at her. He stopped fighting the small smile as he glanced down at the vase, letting his mystery girl's name fall from his lips.

"Anything else to add?" Sue nudged him with her shoulder, earning a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, uh... I'm asking her out tonight... officially."

Sue could read her brother like a book. She could see the nerves running through his skin, but also the new light in his eyes.

He stood at the door of the apartment, reading the numbers, smoothing out his shirt with his free hand while the other held the vase behind his back, tapping the toe of each shoe against the cement, then glanced back up at the number before finally knocking.

He heard the distant, muffled footsteps growing closer, then the click of the lock. The door seemed to swing open in slow motion. She looked beautiful; she wasn't dressed up like he was, just a baggy, olive green sweater and a pair of black leggings. She looked shocked to see him, but still grinned.

"Johnny, hi. I didn't know we had plans," she backed up a bit to allow him space to enter. "D'you miss me that much?" she teased, pulling him in for a steamy but short kiss.

"Absolutely," he smiled with his free hand on her cheek before kissing her once more, keeping his surprise firmly behind his back.

"Whattcha got back there? Another weird toy you wanna try on me?" she smirked with the tip of her tongue between her teeth seductively. Before Johnny could reply, she shouted out, "Ooh! Let me guess, gimme a minute..." She rubbed her temples as if she were going to analyze him psychically, making Johnny's smile grow and let out a breathy laugh as he admired her. "A rose toy! You wouldn't shut up about it last time!"

"Well, no to a sex toy, but you got close with the rose part," he slowly pulled the vase from behind his back. "It is a type of flower."

The smile changed almost instantly. Her mouth was slightly agape as she eyed the arrangement in front of her as if she were frozen in time. Johnny began to grow more nervous with every second that passed by.

"Oh. Thank you,... Johnny," she reached for the vase as if she thought it'd burn her if she touched it. She kissed his cheek before walking past him toward the kitchenette of her apartment with Johnny hot on her heels. She smiled at the flowers--they were really beautiful--as she filled the vase with a bit more water, trying to calm down the incessant beating in her chest.

"You don't like the flowers? I didn't know what kind you liked; I just remembered you didn't like simple red roses. I can get you something else."

"No, Johnny, they're beautiful," she smiled, though it didn't meet her eyes. "I just... I thought we agreed this was just sex?"

Johnny felt something in his chest snap like a rubber band pulled too tight. His mouth had gone dry, and his hands were cold, which never happened to him. "Well, I mean. We've had--We've been doing more than having sex for the past three months, I just thought the flowers would be nice."

"So they're just flowers, then?"

There was a pause as they stared at each other.

"No." Johnny finally admitted, his brows knitted together, his face solemn. "No, they're not just flowers. I've fallen completely in love with you," he spoke quietly during his declaration.

"Dammit, Johnny," she leaned on the edge of the sink with her forehead in her palms.

"Look," he circled to stand in front of her. "I'm sorry, I never wanted this to happen, but you can't deny that what we have is real."

"How long?" she asked, face still buried in her hands.

Johnny didn't answer, couldn't answer.

"How long, Johnathan?" It came out colder than he expected, making him take a small step back. He sighed, looking at the ground. She finally glanced up at him, awaiting his answer.

"Since our first takeout night."

"Motherfucker..." she sighed as she walked out of the kitchen briskly, heading for the door. Johnny rounded the corner of the main entry, seeing her sliding on her tennis shoes with shaky hands.

"Honey, please, talk to me," he begged, gripping her by her forearms and making her look at him.

"I am not your honey. I am not your princess, not your angel, not your girl." She looked at him with tears brimming in her eyes.

Johnny loosened his grip on her and let her shake herself free of his grasp. Without another word, she had opened the door, stepping out into the cold December night, and was gone, leaving Johnny in the much too quiet apartment.