𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𓊆ྀིall my boyfriends𓊇ྀི

main: @warfaredoll & @flopg1rl

six forty seven bobby franklin x f!reader

you hate how curiosity gets the best of your boyfriend

suggestive/horror. part 1. slight backrooms movie spoilers.

finally, Bobby lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “told you Clark wouldn’t know” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.

your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of sneaking around like this “I love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest.

suddenly a dull thump echoed somewhere below the floor. you both froze and ended up sitting up at almost the same time, pulling up your clothes a little too quickly.

Bobby slid off the bed first, the thump came again, closer this time.

your gaze drifted across the showroom, landing on the familiar staircase tucked behind a stack of display chairs. a big, slightly faded arrow sign hung above it:

‘MORE DOWN HERE’

your fingers tightened around his hand the second he started to move. god, you hated how curiosity always got the best of him.

“Bobby…” it came out quieter this time. a plea for him not to go.

he paused and looked back at you. that same easy smile was still there, he squeezed your hand once “Baby, it’s fine.”

then, softer almost like he was trying to convince both of you.

“I’ll just look. I bet it’s nothing, we’ll laugh about it later on the way home.”

he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. for a second, it almost made sense again. almost made the store feel like just a store. like Clark was just a weird boss and the basement was just a basement.

then Bobby let go and walked. you stayed there frozen on the bed as he crossed the showroom, weaving between couches and dining sets.

“Bobby don’t-“ you began. he glanced back once at you at the top of the stairs. with a small reassuring smile

“Stay there. I’ll be back”

you didn’t like how calm he was. you didn’t like how calm you weren’t. then he disappeared down the stairs.

silence didn’t last. the moment he was gone, the showroom felt wrong in a new way. the hum from below didn’t fade. it seemed like it spread through the floor and all around you now.

another thump came from beneath. closer than before.

then Bobby’s voice, muffled through the floor. you exhaled in relief.

“hey, I think I found something baby.”

“what is it?” you called out

a pause. longer this time. your stomach tightened.

the arrow sign above the stairs ‘MORE DOWN HERE’ seemed to tilt slightly in your vision, like it was pointing less at a place and more at a direction you really shouldn’t be acknowledging.

another sound came from below. not a thump this time. a slow, dragging creak… like something turning its attention upward.

Bobby never spoke again. just a faint breath through the floor.

you sat there, leg bouncing with anxiety. twenty-two seconds. that was all it took before you got up yourself, your feet padded quickly and hesitantly to where you last saw bobby standing.

you took one step toward the stairwell, then another. you hesitated at the top of the stairs.

“Bobby?” you called. your voice didn’t carry the way it should’ve. it felt swallowed halfway down the steps, like the basement had decided it didn’t need to return it.

no answer. just that faint glow. warm at first glance, wrong the longer you looked at it.

you swallowed hard and started down. the stairs weren’t long, but they didn’t feel consistent. halfway down, the angle seemed to change slightly like the building couldn’t decide how many floors it was supposed to have.

each step made a soft, dampened sound, even though everything above had been dry carpet and polished tile.

the air shifted the lower you went. that familiar furniture store smell faded. cardboard, polish, dust, gone.

“Baby…” your voice came out thin.

the word disappeared into the darkness below, swallowed whole before it could reach anyone.

“This isn’t funny anymore.”

you kept descending down. one hand dragged along the wall beside you, partly to steady yourself and partly to prove the wall was still there. the further down you went, the more the staircase seemed to stretch. every time you thought you should be reaching the bottom, another few steps appeared below.

“Bobby?”

no response. you tried to picture him waiting at the bottom. maybe he’d wandered into a storage room. maybe Clark had stopped him. maybe he was about to step around the corner with that sheepish grin and apologize for scaring you.

you held onto that image as tightly as you could

“Bobby, if this is some joke-”

your voice cracked. the rest died in your throat. your hands were trembling now. not because of the dark, nor because of the strange humming but because Bobby always answered.

always.

even if it was just a sarcastic comment, even if it was a laugh, even if it was a simple “I’m right here.” but this time there was nothing.

at last, your foot touched level ground. the bottom.

you looked up. the staircase behind you seemed much taller than it had any right to be.

ahead stretched a long corridor. yellow walls, dingy carpet, buzzing fluorescent lights.

for a moment your brain refused to process what it was seeing.

that wasn’t the basement. it couldn’t be. the furniture store was old, but not this old. the hallway extended farther than the building should physically allow. farther than the entire showroom upstairs, farther than the parking lot outside.

the fluorescent lights flickered overhead with a constant electrical hum. the wallpaper was stained in places, the air smelled faintly of damp carpet and dust.

and there was no sign of Bobby. your heart squeezed.

you hurried forward. “Bobby!”

the name echoed. not once, not twice. it echoed several times from different directions, bouncing through hallways you couldn’t even see.

Bobby.

the last echo sounded wrong. not quite your voice. you stopped immediately. the silence that followed was worse. much worse. because for a second, you thought you’d heard footsteps.

not yours but someone else’s. a shape appeared at the far end of the corridor.

“Bobby?”

the figure stood perfectly still. too far away to make out details. human-shaped. maybe?

the lights buzzed, flickered. the briefest instant, the figure seemed taller than before. the lights steadied again. the hallway was empty. your stomach dropped.

the corridor continued endlessly ahead. identical turns, identical walls, identical lights. every direction looked exactly the same. and somewhere in that vast maze, your boyfriend had vanished without a trace.

then, from somewhere distant, so distant it could have been miles away but you heard it. a voice. faint but unmistakably Bobby’s.

your head snapped toward the sound.

“Bobby!”

no response. just the endless hum of fluorescent lights. and a pile of furniture sat in the middle of the room.

chairs stacked on tables, dressers balanced at impossible angles. a mattress folded between them like it had been shoved there by something. it looked less like storage and more like a memory of storage.

ahead stood a blank wall. except it wasn’t entirely blank. blue painter’s tape had been carefully applied across it, outlining the shape of a door.

a simple rectangle. a doorway that wasn’t there or wasn’t supposed to be.

your stomach twisted. every instinct screamed at you to turn around. to go back upstairs, to leave.

but… Bobby was gone. the thought drowned out everything else.

“Baby? Bobby?” you called one last time.

the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. no answer. the silence felt enormous.

you stared at the taped outline

“…What kind of fucked up shit is this, Clark?”

the words broke halfway through. your voice sounded small and tight.

you stepped closer. the blue tape looked old. worn. like it had been there for years. yet you were certain it hadn’t existed yesterday or maybe it had.

a strange uncertainty crept into your thoughts. you found yourself struggling to remember the showroom upstairs.

the reception desk, the parking lot, the front doors. even Bobby’s face seemed harder to hold in your mind than it should have been.

the panic that followed nearly knocked the breath from your lungs.

you pressed a hand against the taped doorway. the wall felt warm. not room temperature but warm. like skin left in sunlight.

you recoiled then froze.

from somewhere beyond the wall came a sound. not Bobby, not Clark. something moving through an immense distance. a shuffling noise. followed by the faintest whisper. words you couldn’t understand, yet somehow felt addressed to you.

the outline of the doorway seemed deeper now. less like tape. the fluorescent lights flickered once. twice, three times. darkness swallowed the room for half a second. when the lights returned, the pile of furniture behind you was gone. the room was larger, much larger. the walls farther away, the corners wrong.

you should have run, anyone should have. but fear had long since become desperation.

the belief that if you just kept going, if you just opened one more door, turned one more corner, called his name one more time you’d find him.

so you stepped forward.

you never found bobby, and you were never seen again.

the furniture store remained open for another six months until Clark eventually locked the lower level permanently. he never explained why.

the missing persons reports went nowhere. no bodies were found. no evidence was recovered. no explanation was ever given.

the building was eventually abandoned. years later, urban explorers who entered the property would sometimes discover strange things.

a reception desk that shouldn’t have been there, rows of furniture extending far beyond the dimensions of the building, a faint humming beneath the floor.

just a man and a woman. still searching for each other through endless halls. neither one of you ever getting quite close enough to getting found.

quickie bobby franklin x f!reader

ur boyfriend doesn’t care about your shitty retail job.

backrooms movie spoiler free!!. part 2 . smut. wc 5k

you sat behind the large reception desk, surrounded by endless corners of untouched furniture. sofas untouched beneath faded promotional banners, dining tables gathered dust in perfect rows.

being promoted to assistant manager by Clark, the store’s owner, should have felt like an accomplishment. instead, it felt like a joke. no one ever came in and the store was always quiet, but lately the silence felt different. ever since Clark had claimed he’d found ‘something’.

you still remembered the excitement in his eyes that day. Clark had burst through the front doors. he’d been talking so fast you could barely keep up.

“You wouldn’t believe it.”

“found it in the basement.”

“everything’s going to change.”

then, somehow, everything had. not in the way he’d promised. instead of expanding the business or finally paying for decent advertising, Clark practically vanished downstairs. days would pass without seeing him. when he did emerge, he looked exhausted and distracted. and every time you asked what he’d found?

the answer was always the same, “Not yet.”

so, that left you in charge of the entire store. not that there was much to manage. you glanced at the front windows. the parking lot was empty except for your car and Clark’s beat up honda, which hadn’t moved in three days.

another thrilling shift. your chin rested in your palm as you half heartedly counted inventory sheets scattered across the reception desk. not that it mattered much. the numbers never changed, the furniture never moved. the customers never came.

you were halfway through recounting a stack of end tables for the third time when unexpectedly, the front door opened. the bell above it gave a cheerful ding

“There she is.” the familiar voice instantly pulled you out of your boredom.

you looked up, and your entire expression brightened

“Bobby?”

your boyfriend stepped through the showroom, hands tucked casually into his pockets. a warm smile spread across his face as he spotted you behind the desk.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, unable to hide the grin tugging at your lips

“I could ask you the same thing” Bobby teased as he approached.

he stopped at the reception desk and leaned against it, resting his forearms on the countertop. his gaze wandered across the nearly empty showroom, taking in the endless rows of untouched couches and dining sets.

then he glanced back at you. “You’ve got this whole place to yourself again?”

“Looks that way.”

“Where’s Clark?” bobby hesitantly asked.

you let out a long sigh, dropping your pen onto the desk. “Clark? I don’t know. somewhere.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow.

“I saw him for about ten minutes and then he disappeared somewhere downstairs.”

“sounds like Clark.” Bobby chuckled, but his smile softened when he noticed the tired look in your eyes.

“Rough day?”

you slumped further into your chair, your brows now furrowed.

“Rough month.”

his expression immediately turned sympathetic noticing the visible frustration.

“hey” he said softly, your eyes closed for a moment as bobby’s thumb brushed gently across your cheek. the simple touch melted away hours of boredom faster than anything else could.

when you opened your eyes again, he was smiling at you.

“better?” he said softly.

you rolled your eyes, though the grin tugging at your lips ruined any attempt at looking annoyed.

“look.” his elbows rested on the reception desk as he leaned closer. then he reached across the desk and gently squeezed your hand.

“For what it’s worth” he said, “I think you’re doing a better job running this place than Clark ever has.”

you rolled your eyes. “That’s an incredibly low bar.”

“Still counts.” bobby laughed.

the sound echoed pleasantly through the empty showroom. And with that Bobby pushed himself away from the reception desk with a dramatic groan and began wandering through the showroom.

his sneakers squeaked against the polished floor as he looked around at the endless rows of furniture.

“fuck” he muttered, letting out a low whistle. “This place is creepy.”

you laughed, following after him

“Creepy?”

“Yeah.” he gestured broadly at the empty store. “look at it. nobody’s here, half the lights are buzzing, and you’ve got all this shit here”

“You don’t actually get scared in here?” he asked.

“nope”

you stepped closer, folding your arms. “Why?” you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “You scared?”

Bobby’s tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he fought a grin.

“Not even a little.”

“Oh, you definitely sound scared.” you pressed

“I do?”

you hummed softly, you took another step forward until barely any space remained between you.

Bobby’s eyebrows lifted. “Funny” he said quietly. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.”

you huffed, “I’m not scared.”

“No?”

“No.”

his gaze flickered briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.

the corner of his mouth twitched. “Then why’s your heart beating so fast?”

“It’s not.”

“Sure.”

“I swear”

“yeah?” his head tilted slightly as he leaned in, eyes softening.

you knew exactly what he was trying to do and absolutely not. the moment he got close enough, your palm landed squarely against his face.

Bobby stopped mid motion.

“I’m at work Bobby!” you pushed him back with a laugh.

he groaned dramatically, stumbling backward.

“you’re practically all alone here.” he rubbed the spot where your hand had blocked him and shook his head. Bobby sighed heavily and wandered off toward a display bedroom set, he dropped onto one of the beds dramatically, the cushions sank beneath him.

a second later, he bounced slightly, the foam springing back with a satisfying recoil.

his face lit up. “Oh.”

“What?”

“This bed is incredible.”

he thrust his hips upward, bouncing rhythmically on the mattress, his hands positioned in front of him as if he were holding an imaginary body ontop of him.

“This would be great in our bedroom” he spoke honestly

the sigh of seeing your boyfriend practicing his thrusts in the middle of a public retail store was enough to send an embarrassing warmth down your neck.

“Bobby please!” you whined, in a breathless plea. you stepped forward, grabbing his arm and tugging firmly, refusing to look him in the eye. “Get off.”

Bobby didn't get off. instead, he leaned into the tug, “Baby cmonn.”

he used the momentum to roll onto his back and pull you down with him.

“Bobby-“

the unexpected pull threw off your balance. with a surprised yelp, you stumbled forward and landed beside him on the mattress. he laughed a sound that echoed in the quiet showroom.

“you're such a-" before you could finish, he kissed you, not a peck, it was a deep, slow kiss, mouth open against yours, tongue warm and coaxing, a kiss that made you forget about your boss right below you two.

"im working" you mumbled against his lips, but you didn't push him away

"I know” he said, teeth brushing your lower lip, breath coming faster now. and then he kissed you again, harder this time. his thigh nudged between yours, pressing up till your hips shifted instinctively against him, betraying yourself in the needy way your body wanted more.

his hand slid down, fingers grazing past your shorts and down your inner thigh as your breath caught, mouth parting just as a door creaked somewhere down the hall.

you both froze, his body still flush against you, your chest rising and falling fast against his.

they were just casual, wandering footsteps. Bobby didn't move. his hand still gripped your ass, and when your eyes widened, he just gave it another squeeze and murmured

"just Clark doing bullshit" he reassured.

you gave his chest a hard smack, he looked so good like this. sprawled across the bed, his shirt had ridden up, exposing the ridge of his hipbones. one arm was tucked behind his head, the other lazily fiddling with his belt, metal clinking soft and slow. click, tug, loosen.

your hand moved, fingertips brushing along his stomach, just above the waistband.

"we shouldn't. he’s ..."

"in the basement" bobby murmured, pushing up just a little, rising onto one elbow so he could press his mouth to your partially exposed collarbone.

“can't see us here. won't hear us either"

he wasn't wrong. his hand slid beneath your shirt, warm palm flat against your ribs, pushing the fabric up slow inch by inch

"Fuck" he muttered under his breath, eyes locked on your chest like he was starving for it "come closer. let me taste."

and you knew better. you knew how easily he could undo you. but your body moved anyway, breasts right at his mouth's reach as he sat up fully, his mouth dragging across your skin just below the neckline before his lips closed around you. he pulled the fabric upward, bunching it over your bra again, exposing the soft curve of your belly. his lips followed, kisses slow and open mouthed, tongue flicking over the dip of your bellybutton

you bit your bottom lip, trying not to moan when his tongue flicked across your breast, then beneath it as his hand tugged your bra down rough and needy. the cool air on your wet skin made you shiver, his mouth quickly sucking on your skin, sucking the chill away

"Bobby" you whispered, half scolding but already breathless

"Mmhm?" he said, not stopping for a second, lips wrapped around the swell of your breast, one hand cupping your ass and pulling you against him till you felt his growing bulge.

you slid your hands into his hair, you felt him groan low when your fingers tightened, his mouth sucking harder in response.

his hand dropped back to his belt buckle again, metal clinking. Bobby’s fingers pulled at the hem of your shirt. your shirt and bra eased down together, your own fingers curling, tugging until both cups peeled free, your breasts spilling out just inches from his face

he looked up at you, grinning. boyish, yes. but there was nothing innocent in the way his eyes looked at you, his lips were already wrapping around your nipple before you could say anything

"Mmm" he groaned low against your chest, tongue curling over your nipple, sucking deep and slow. his free hand came up to pinch and roll your other nipple between his fingers, teasing until it stiffened under his touch. you head dropped back, a gasp catching in your throat. you bit down hard on your lip, trying to stay quiet, but with the way his tongue flicked and swirled, switching between lazy flicks and sharp little flicks you couldn't help it.

then, pop. he released your nipple with a loud, wet sound, his lips glossy and parted as he sat up moving between your legs, his hands gripped your hips, tugging you against him. his belt brushed your thighs as he settled in between .

you gasped, a surprised little sound escaping as your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

"bobby..." you moaned, not even sure what you meant to say. "my boss-"

he grunted against your neck, hips grinding forward just enough to make you whimper again "he’s not fucking here."

that was all he said, like it settled everything. and in a way it did

"just lay back for me" he said and you did.

you got comfortable on the plush mattress, your legs stayed around his waist, spread just enough to cradle him in between your thighs, your breasts still out and glistening from his mouth.

Bobby moved closer, hands smoothing up your legs, pulling your shorts lower as he went. his belt came undone with a rough clink, then in one eager motion, his pants and boxers were shoved down, caught halfway down his thighs as his cock sprang free, thick and veined, tip glistening.

he spread your legs open around his hips as he leaned in between. his hands ran up your thighs, rough palms skimming over your skin.

he reached your waistband, kissing just above the elastic of your shorts, then slowly dragged them down, inch by inch, mouth trailing behind his fingers as he exposed your hips, your lower stomach, the fabric of your panties already slightly damp, clinging between your thighs

he pressed one last kiss just below your bellybutton, then looked up at you as he dragged your panties right along with them until both were bunched around your ankles. and then he saw you wet, aching, from nothing but kissing and friction and his fucking mouth on your tits. he stared for a second, his lips parting, chest rising harder

he stood between your legs, cock flushed, already brushing against your folds. he rubbed himself through your pussy slowly, letting the head glide along your slickness, sliding between your lips without pushing in, but just enough friction to make your breath hitch. he nudged at your entrance and then pulled back, teased you again and again, just grinding with that curve in his cock that rubbed your clit each time

"Bobby" you gasped, hips jerking forward

"Fuck" he muttered, then finally, finally he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed forward.

the stretch was slow and deep, your sweet pussy welcoming him. your mouth fell open, lips parted in a silent cry. no sound came out. you couldn't afford it not with Clark still somewhere nearby, maybe just behind this thin wall

Bobby's jaw clenched tight, his eyebrows furrowing as he bottomed out inside you. he exhaled long through his nose, his hips flush with yours now, every inch buried deep

"Fuck" he mouthed silently, eyes closing shut, his hands tightening on your hips

you both lay still for a second, trying to breathe through the fullness and the thrill of getting away with it, of doing this, fucking like this, with your boss in the room right below.

he moved first. small, slow strokes, careful not to let the bed creak beneath you. his cock dragged through your tightness, his cock brushing every sweet spot inside you as his hips moved slowly, without noise

you pulled him down, hands fisting in the front of his shirt until his face was buried against your shoulder, your mouth brushing his ear now with every soft moan that slipped

"Baby your moans" he groaned, voice cracking and hushed against your skin

"You can't fuck me like this and expect me not to" you whispered back, breath catching at the end of your sentence

his lips found your shoulder, kissing it, biting it gently to muffle his own groan, his hips pressing harder now, movement still slow but deeper

then, he couldn't take it anymore. "Shit, I can't" he whispered against your shoulder, and suddenly his mouth was on your breast again. he latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, moaning around it like it was the only thing keeping him quiet.

your fingers were in his hair, holding him there, cradling his head as he sucked your tits with those wet, open mouthed sucks

your back arched, mouth open again but silent, the pleasure building up with every thrust of his cock

the room was filled with quiet slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out and Bobby groaning into your chest, cock buried to the base, arms trembling from holding himself back, he looked up at you and whispered

“you feel so fucking good baby. gonna cum just from this tight little pussy around me. fuck"

"Don't cum" you breathed, voice shaky, your mouth against his temple as his cock fucked deep and slow inside you, barely keeping rhythm anymore. "we have nothing to clean it up with."

you felt his smile, the curve of his lips pressed against your breast

"And?" he mumbled around your nipple, his tongue flicking lazily before he kissed the soft underside of your breast again, lips sticky with spit. that single response told you everything. because you knew bobby, knew exactly what that smug little word meant

he didn't give a fuck. if he could fuck you full of him right now, raw and messy, and walk away without wiping a thing, he would. he wanted to. you could feel it in the the tremble in his hips, the twitch of his cock throbbing inside your wet pussy.

he was holding back with everything he had, but barely. and then with one full hard thrust. his hips slammed his cock into you, knocking the sound right out of your mouth. the bed creaked loudly and your moan shot out before you could stop it, loud and needy, echoing out into the open space.

you exhaled hard, pressing your hand to his shoulder.

"Baby..” you whined, quiet and pleading, even though your pussy clenched around him just for being inside you like this "please."

Bobby groaned softly, head dropping into the crook of your neck. his breath was ragged now, his cock twitching as he slowly rolled his hips once more.

“i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles

“gimme one” he groaned as he picked up the pace

“Fuck.” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes

“let me feel you” and that was all it took as your orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.

Bobby groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he cummed into you, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.

for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you.

‘take you down’ cameron cade x f!reader

now she runnin from the dick, i told her stay with it

rewritten, size difference, size kink, overstimulation

your legs trembled from being held open by cameron’s firm grip. your clit was overly sensitive from the endless rounds of pleasure, and the sticky warmth of his cum smeared between your thighs. you had no idea how long you’d been at it, how many times you’d both finished, or how many times he’d cum inside you.

“one more baby” cameron panted above you, his voice rough and strained

“cam-” you whined, your voice breaking

“you said that last time.” your hands weakly pushed at his chest, but there was no real fight in it. you were overstimulated, and yet the way his cock filled you, stretching you perfectly with every thrust, kept you wanting more. he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing messy, desperate kisses across your face, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck before moving down to your chest

his mouth was hot and wet, leaving a trail of saliva as he sucked and nipped at your skin, trying to soothe you through it. “Shh, I know, I know” he murmured against your collarbone. “You’re doin’ so good for me tho.” you squirmed beneath him, your hips twitching involuntarily as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation. every brush of his cock against your walls, every graze of your swollen clit against his pelvis, made you shudder. but to cameron, it was fucking adorable. he smirked down at you, his grip tightening on your thighs to keep you in place.

“Hey, stay still for me” he hissed through gritted teeth, his voice low and commanding.

you could feel his cock twitch inside you with every little wiggle of your hips, his own overstimulation clear in the way his breath hitched and his jaw clenched

“I can’t” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin “It’s too much, cam.” he groaned, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he kept thrusting, each movement slower now but just as deep “Fuck, I know it’s a lot” he rasped, his lips grazing your ear “But you feel so goddamn good. swear I could cum jus’ from this”

you could tell he was just as far gone as you were.. pussy drunk, lost in the way your pussy clenched around him, milking him for everything he had left. his cock was sensitive too, you could feel it in the way he shuddered with every thrust, the way his breath caught each time you squeezed around him. but neither of you would give in, not yet.

it was always like this with Cameron, pushing each other past the breaking point, testing how far you could go before one of you tapped out. and fuck, you loved it

“cam i’m gonna-” you started, but the words turned into a sharp moan as he shifted his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you. your legs shook harder, your body arching off the bed despite the ache in your muscles

“Yeah? again?” he groaned as he picked up the pace, “c’mon, baby, gimme one more. let me feel you.” your hands slid down his back, nails raking across his skin.

“Fuck. Cam, I- I can’t hold it” you whimpered, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity

“Then don’t” he grunted, his lips crashing into yours in a messy, hungry kiss. his tongue pushed into your mouth “Let go for me” and that was all it took as another orgasm came over you, your walls pulsating around him, pulling him deeper.

cameron groaned loudly, his thrusts becoming messy as your release triggered his own. “baby fuck” he gasped, his cock twitching inside you as he spilled into you again, adding to the sticky mess between your thighs.

for a moment, the two of you stayed like that, panting, trembling, clinging to each other as the aftershocks rolled through you. his weight pressed down on you, but it was comforting.

finally, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. “Told you we could do one more” he teased, his voice hoarse. you let out a weak laugh, swatting at his chest. “You’re such an ass” you muttered, but there was no bite in it.

your body ached in the best way, and you couldn’t deny the thrill of pushing each other like this “love you too” he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling onto his side, pulling you into his chest. his arms wrapped around you, sticky skin n all, as he nuzzled into your hair. “think we broke a record this time.”

“yeah?” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck, already feeling the exhaustion. but even as your eyes started to drift shut, you knew it wouldn’t be long before one of you started pushing again.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

• he always has an arm around you. sitting on the curb with his skateboard next to him, your legs over his lap. one arm lazily slung around your shoulders with constant cheek kisses. walking behind you, skating up to you, dropping a quick kiss. you like to play with his chain when you’re curled up with him. twisting it between your fingers, lightly tugging it so he looks at you, and when he does you cup his face with both hands and kiss him. Ray always pulls away from that kiss grinning hard, like he’s never gonna get over you

• he loves dressing you in his clothes. oversized polos that hang off your shoulder, baggy jeans that you have to fold at the waist to keep up. he looks you up and down with that slow grin, eyes lingering on your thighs completely covered in denim or the way your hands peek out of his long sleeves. “Shit baby… you look good” he mumbles, bottom lip tucked into a smile as he tugs you into him by the belt loops of the jeans

• anytime you tug on his sleeve and go “Ray I like your hoodie” he looks down at it like he hadn’t even noticed what he was wearing, then smirks and shrugs“Oh yeah?” he’ll say, casual as ever but hours later, you’re wearing it 

• out of all his friends, Ray’s the most thoughtful. while the others are talking shit or are doing something dumb, Ray’s the one with his hand on your knee, letting you lean into him, not afraid to say things like “I fuckin’ love you, you know that?” out loud where everyone can hear

• his friends tease him constantly “She got you goin’ soft” but Ray just shrugs it off

• Ray doesn’t bring you around his friends not because he’s hiding you, never that. but because he respects you. he knows how they talk, how they act, the dumb shit they do when they’re high or skating reckless. the kind of guys who run their mouths and push boundaries just to see who’ll flinch. you’re not like that. you’re good, thoughtful, a little shy sometimes and Ray knows damn well his group wouldn’t know how to act around someone like you. he’ll tell you gently, one night when you’re curled up next to him on the edge of his bed “It’s not you” he says “I just… I don’t want you around that shit. They’re not like you baby.” you nod, because you get it. you’ve heard the stories, seen them from a distance, but you also know how much they mean to Ray

• with his friends, he’s cool, collected, guarded. but with you he softens. you see parts of him no one else gets to. he shows up to your place with his hoodie in his hands already, he sends you videos of the tricks he’s working on, voice in the background asking “You think that one’s clean?” you always answer yes. always support him, even when he’s frustrated after hours of failed tricks and busted palms

• “You’re gonna go pro one day” you tell him, even when he’s doubting himself. you hold his scraped hands, clean his cuts “You believe in me more than I do” he says. you see the part of him that wants more out of life, out of skating, out of love

• he tries hard to balance skating, friendships, and you. he doesn’t always get it right, but he’s trying. you see it every time he lets a call from fuckshit go to voicemail, or when he skips a skate sesh to walk you home even. sometimes he disappears for a few hours, skating, not texting back until later

• and when you rest your head on his shoulder, playing with his chain or the strings of his hoodie, he’ll kiss your temple and mumble “You’re too good for me, you know that?” but you never let him say that for too long. you remind him he deserves someone who believes in him, someone who loves him. even if you never meet his friends he still tells you, in small ways, you’re the only one who really knows him

• you knew from the jump how he was. you knew about the parties, the weed, the late nights. so when you started dating, and he got serious about you, he started asking even if he already knew the answer

“Hey… fuckshit got this party-” your eyebrows immediately knit together. he doesn’t even get the sentence out “No.” he stops mid thought, lips twitching at the corner “Alright” he says easily, tossing his phone onto the bed like it was nothing. “Wasn’t tryna go anyway.” instead, he crawls over to where you’re sitting, tugs you into his lap, kisses the side of your neck

• later that night, you’re curled up next to him, legs tangled in his while he edits a clip of his skating on your phone. you’re playing with the chain around his neck again, and he murmurs “They don’t get it, you know…” you look up at him. “What don’t they get?” he glances at you. shrugs and smiles slow “Why I’d rather be here with you.” and maybe he is going soft but for once, he’s okay with that

• Ray didn’t want to meet your parents. he never outright said no, but the first time you brought it up, he shifted uncomfortably and mumbled “I don’t know baby…” he looked everywhere but at you, at the seam of the couch, the scab on his knuckle. he wasn’t scared of much, but parents, grown ups judging him before he even got to say a word made him feel small. but it mattered to you, so he showed up. he tried his best, truly. cleaned under his nails, put on the one polo shirt that didn’t have a stain on it. still wore his baggy jeans, but pulled a belt tight so they sat right. he came on his skateboard, of course but chucked it behind your parents’ bushes before walking up to the porch. you saw him do it from the window and had to bite back a laugh. inside, he was polite. awkward as hell, but polite. “It’s nice to meet you, sir… ma’am” he said, standing too straight like someone told him once that’s what you do in front of people’s dads. he didn’t touch you, even though he wanted to. he just let you sit close while he nervously answered every question your dad tossed his way. your mom gave him a once over look like she was still deciding. your dad was even more of a brick wall. but Ray didn’t backdown. he listened, nodded, gave honest answers about school, skating, even admitted he’d had a few “rough patches.” he didn’t pretend to be perfect but he made sure to say “I really care about your daughter. a lot.” it took time. at first, your parents weren’t sure. but slowly after seeing how gentle he was with you, how he opened car doors without being told, how he always said thank you when your mom made dinner they started to come around.

‘𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆’ Johnny storm x f!reader

johnny is always willing to try new things with you • temperature play + wax play, fluff

Johnny always made you feel safe. not just with the way he held you but with the heat that radiated off his body. it comforted you. sometimes, you’d crawl into his lap just to bury your cold fingers under his shirt, giggling when he shivered and pulled you closer. his warmth was your favorite thing about being in love with a human torch

but tonight, you wanted more. so when you nervously suggested some temperature play, trailing your finger down his chest, your lip gloss already smudged from earlier kisses you didn’t expect him to light up the way he did

Johnny grinned wide like he’d been waiting his whole life for you to say those exact words. “Finally” he breathed, rubbing his hands together before they sparked faintly, flickers of orange at his fingertips “I was wondering when my sweet girl would get curious.”

now you laid bare on your bed, your nightgown tossed aside. Johnny knelt beside you, shirtless, his jeans half undone, chest rising and falling a little quicker than usual

in one hand he held an ice cube, water already dripping down his wrist as it began to melt from the heat of his palm

“You okay with this?” he murmured voice low, as his gaze swept over your body

“You really want this?” he asked again, like he needed you to be sure, not because he doubted your desire, but because he always took his time with you, always treated your body like it was precious

you looked up at him, your legs slightly parted, chest softly rising, hair spread around your pillow. his pupils were blown wide but his hand holding the ice cube trembled slightly

“I do Johnny” you said sweetly, reaching up and wrapping your fingers around his wrist, guiding the melting ice closer to your skin

he exhaled shakily, leaning down to kiss your forehead “You tell me the second it’s too much, alright?”

you nodded, trusting him completely

he pressed the cube gently against the dip between your collarbones, and your breath hitched as a cold shiver shot down your spine. the contrast between the freezing touch of the ice and the warm press of his mouth just below it made you whimper

Johnny groaned softly, eyes flicking up to watch your reaction “fuck…”

the ice slid slowly down your chest, leaving a cool trail that made your nipples pebble, your back arch off the bed. he kissed where the drop had gone, tongue warm, his breath even warmer

then he used his free hand, the one that was always just a little too hot to smooth over the inside of your thigh, letting you feel that contrast again. your soft, chilled skin against the heat of him made you gasp, clutching at his arm

“More?” he murmured against your breast

“More” you whispered

the ice cube slid slow and lazy across your tummy, Johnny dragging it in slow circles. you shivered beneath him, breath catching as the cold traced just below your bellybutton, then dipped lower. he trailed it down your inner thigh that soft, sensitive part he always paid extra attention to making you squirm, your fingers curling into the sheets

then he brought it back up. you barely had time to react before he was circling it over your breasts, letting it trace teasing loops around each nipple. the cold sting made you whimper, arching into his touch, he rubbed the cube over your nipples until they were glistening, puckered tight from the temperature change

water droplets clung to your skin. Johnny leaned down and licked them up. slow, hot licks. then he took one cold nipple into his mouth, warm tongue swirling around it, his lips pulling gently. the sudden contrast cold skin against warmth had your thighs clenching, a soft moan slipping past your lips

he groaned against you, so turned on by how responsive you were, by how sweet you sounded

the ice cube had almost melted completely, dripping down his wrist. his other hand, his left one slid slowly along your thighs, and it was warm. too warm. hot enough to make your skin tingle in the best way. he was doing it on purpose. you could feel it, the heat in his palm controlled and focused as he smoothed over your skin, you didn’t know whether to get goosebumps or start sweating

then, just when you thought he was done, he lifted the remaining sliver of ice to your lips. it dropped on them, a single drop rolling down to your chin. your lips parted instinctively, and Johnny used his thumb to smear the cold water across your bottom lip before popping the ice cube into his own mouth

he leaned down and kissed you with it. cold and wet. the kiss was messy and slick with melted ice, his tongue coaxing out your little gasps. you could feel the chill between you, your thighs shifting restlessly beneath his hips

he pulled back just barely, your lips still brushing “Still with me?” he asked, thumb stroking your cheek

you nodded, dazed “y-yeah. still with you.”

his grin returned “Good” he murmured, already trailing his warm hand lower

“Because I’m not even close to done.”

Johnny leaned over to your small bedside table, the mattress dipping with his weight. you watched him curiously, laying there with your legs still parted, nipples still wet from his mouth. your cheeks were flushed, lips kiss bruised, your body sensitive from all the hot and cold he’d played with and now he was reaching for something else

a small white candle

your brows furrowed slightly in confusion, those sweet doe eyes blinking up at him, completely unaware of what he had in mind. it was almost funny the difference between how soft and pretty you looked, and the not so innocent game the two of you were playing

he examined the candle between his fingers, then looked back at you with that playful look in his eye “Watch this” he murmured low and warm “You’ve never seen me do this.”

then he held up his hand

his pointer finger sparked with a soft whoosh, a flicker of orange flame curling around the tip. the light cast a golden glow over his face, illuminating the sharp edge of his jaw, the softness in his grin, and the look in his eyes

your breath caught, lips parting in pure awe “Johnny…” you whispered, your voice airy

you looked so mesmerized, your fingers clutching your blanket just a little tighter. your thighs pressed together, instinctively. the flame, though small, looked powerful in his hands and there was something about watching your boyfriend create and control fire like that sent a sweet ache between your thighs

he smirked, loving the way your breath hitched

“Just a trick baby” he said casually, like he wasn’t showing off at all. but he totally was

you watched, eyes wide, as he touched the tip of his finger to the wick. the candle sparked to life in an instant

a single, small flame lit at the end

you stared at it, then back at him, still stunned

“Thought we’d try something a little… drippier” he teased, setting the candle on the nightstand for now, running a warm hand along your thigh again

your heart beat in your chest “You’re gonna drip it on me?” you asked shyly

Johnny tilted his head, cocky but still gentle “Only if you want me to. Just a little. Won’t burn, I promise. I’ll keep it warm, not hot.” he leaned down, kissing your lips sweetly, tenderly, before whispering against them

“You trust me?”

you nodded without hesitation, whispering against his mouth “Always.”

he smiled into the kiss, brushing his thumb along your cheek

“Then lay back for me… and look real pretty.”

Johnny held the burning candle steady, the flame casting a soft orange glow over the both of you flickering across your bare skin, creating shadows along the muscles of his chest and arms. you watched with wide eyes as the first little bead of wax melted and dripped slowly down the side

“Does it hurt?” you asked softly, your voice sweet and cautious, like you weren’t sure whether to be nervous or excited

he looked at you and his expression softened instantly “A little baby.” he murmured honestly “but not the bad kind.”

then, right in front of you, he tilted the candle and let the wax drip down the center of his stomach

it hit just below his ribs, and you watched as the melted wax slid down his lean torso. it didn’t harden like you expected. it didn’t flake or crack. it stayed molten and wet, dripping slowly, in sync with his body heat. Johnny didn’t even flinch

you sat up a little, your breath shallow as you reached out and touched the wax on his skin with two careful fingers. he watched you curiously, the candle still in hand, letting you explore

the wax was warm under your fingertips not scalding, just hot enough to make you gasp a little at the first touch. it stung lightly, just for a second… and then it cooled and you rubbed it into his skin slowly

“See?” Johnny murmured, the corners of his mouth tugging into a grin “Not so bad, hm?”

you nodded, eyes still on his body “It’s warm” you whispered

he tilted his head, eyes twinkling “Want some on you?”

your gaze flicked up to him, lips parting before you nodded eagerly, too eagerly. maybe, because it made him chuckle, that soft breathy laugh he only gave you when he thought you were being impossibly cute

“Curious little thing” he teased, kissing your forehead “Alright, baby… lie back for me.”

you obeyed, heart thudding in your chest as he adjusted himself, straddling your thighs gently so he could lean over you. his free hand smoothed over your waist

“Tell me if it’s too much” he murmured, holding the candle a few inches above your tummy now

you swallowed, biting your lip

and then a single drop of wax landed on your stomach, just below your ribs. you gasped, hips twitching from the surprise. the wax was hot, but not unbearable. it made your skin tingle and sting just slightly before soothing into something nicer

your thighs squeezed together “Johnny…”

“You like that?” he whispered, a crooked grin pulling at his lips

you nodded quickly “Y-Yeah… I like it.”

“Good” he murmured, dragging the tip of the candle over your tummy, letting the wax drip slowly as he moved, a trail of warm kisses followed in its path

“You’re doing so good for me” he whispered, hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he watched the wax melt into your soft skin

the wax continued to drip, each drop landing with a quiet pat on your bare skin, trailing down your tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip. every single time it landed, your body twitched just a little, a soft gasp escaping your lips

Johnny watched you like he was memorizing every reaction

“Still okay baby?” he asked, his eyes flicking from your face to your body

you nodded “Yeah” you whispered “I’m okay.”

he smiled gently, brushing your hair back from your face with his free hand, thumb stroking your cheek

“Tell me if you want me to stop alright? I mean it.” his tone was protective, but loving, always loving

then, he let another drop fall this time on your inner thigh. you whimpered, your thighs instinctively trying to close, but his warm hand was already there, smoothing over your skin, calming you

“Ohh” he cooed softly, almost teasing “there she goes…”

he immediately leaned down and kissed the spot the wax had touched, his mouth warm and soft. his tongue flicked over the spot, soothing the mild sting. you shivered, your fingers grabbing at the sheets

“You’re doing so good for me baby” he murmured against your thigh. “So sweet…”

every new drip of wax seemed to make you come more undone, your breath catching, soft gasps and whines falling from your lips. Johnny was addicted to your reactions, each one making the bulge in his boxers tighten painfully

he shifted slightly, trying to ignore the throb between his legs, but it was no use. watching you like this all flushed, your body streaked with delicate trails of cooled wax, eyes glassy with trust, you’d never looked more beautiful

he ran the back of his fingers along your side, over one of the wax lines, before grinning softly. “This” he said, his voice deeper now “this is the best part.”

you blinked up at him, dazed “W-What is?”

he didn’t answer. instead, he reached for one of the wax trails along your hip, the wax had cooled and hardened into a thin layer over your skin. with slow fingers, he began peeling it back

the wax came up in long, delicate strips, leaving your skin flushed and sensitive underneath

you gasped as he pulled away the first bit, and he chuckled softly, eyes full of mischief “Tingles, huh?”

then with your body bare beneath the wax again he ignited his finger once more. a small flame sparked at the tip, glowing bright for just a moment. you stared, lips parted, completely im awe by the sight of him so focused, so in control

he brought his finger to the cooling wax that was still left on you, and as the flame met it, it instantly softened and melted, disappearing in a warm pool against your skin

he smoothed it in with his palm “Feels better, doesn’t it?”

you whimpered, eyes closing shut “Yeah… Johnny…”

he leaned down, kissing you again, this time slow and deep “We’re going to have some fun” Johnny murmured into the kiss

his lips were soft against yours, but you could feel the excitement coming off him, but more than anything… you felt safe

you always did with Johnny. because you knew he’d never hurt you, you knew every touch came from a place of care.

even now with wax cooling on your skin and your body flushed and tingling from it. his hand was still rubbing soft, warm circles into your thigh

you melted into his mouth, into the kiss, into the feeling of him, trusting him so fully it almost made your chest ache. you knew he’d take care of you after this. he always did. Whether it was holding you in the bath afterward, or slipping one of his shirts over your head, feeding you while you curled up on his lap… Johnny made sure the love & care didn’t stop once this ended

and right now, you were enjoying every minute of this. you were so glad you asked him for this

he pulled back just a little, lips brushing yours as he looked down at your body streaked with candle wax, glistening from the melting heat of his finger, chest rising and falling, your pupils blown wide

“God, you’re beautiful like this” he whispered in awe “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

his hand slid up your stomach again, fingertips hovering over the places he’d already kissed and teased. the wax, softened under his touch, making you squirm

“You okay baby?” he asked again, thumb brushing over your hip

you nodded, eyes glassy “Mhm… I’m perfect.”

his smile turned a little cocky, but still tender. “Thought so” he murmured, pressing another kiss just under your breast, then letting his palm drift lower between your legs

“Then let’s keep going” he whispered

“Let me really make you feel good.”

‘𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏’ Johnny storm x f!reader

Johnny spending the night with you • fluff, he’s a big dork

Johnny loves space, Johnny loves you!!

you had just finished brushing your teeth, your nightgown swaying as you stepped out of the bathroom when you looked up and nearly gasped

“Johnny!” you beamed, pausing in the doorway of your bedroom

there he was leaning casually against your vanity, a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, like he’d just walked in from the city. he looked so out of place yet perfectly right. black slacks, white tee clinging to his chest, his hair slightly tousled

without a second thought, you walked right up to him, throwing your arms around his waist. your cheek pressed into his chest as you breathed him in. your voice was muffled slightly when you asked “What are you doing here?”

his arm wrapped around your waist “Thought I’d spend the night” he said simply, his voice a little low. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. full nights with Johnny were usually rare, quick kisses and short goodbyes at the window. but this? a duffel bag meant he planned it

“Really?”

he gave a single nod. “Yeah baby. brought everything”

you smiled so wide your cheeks ached. your hands slid up his chest as you tiptoed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, lips warm against his skin. just as you pulled away, the strap of your nightgown slipped down your shoulder. Johnny’s hand caught it without even looking as he gently placed it back in place. his eyes stayed on your face, that doting little smirk on his lips like you were the only thing he ever wanted to look at

“Go on” he said “Head to bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”

you nodded instantly, smile still glued to your face as you turned toward the bed. your knees made soft dents in the mattress as you climbed onto it, the frills of your nightgown rising a little as you curled up on your side, watching as Johnny set his bag down and knelt beside it, fingers tugging the zipper open with a soft zzzip. you watched from your cozy perch on the bed, chin propped up on your hand. he pulled out a folded pair of soft pajama pants, dark blue ones, probably stolen straight from the baxter building laundry rotation and a plain gray tee, which he tossed aside

without much thought, he took off the white tee he’d worn over, revealing the lean, muscles of his chest and stomach. you gasped, instantly covering your eyes with both hands, though your fingers stayed just a little parted for a peek

“Johnny!” you squeaked

he laughed. “What? you act like you’ve never seen it before” he teased, tugging on his pajama pants as he stood there in the soft glow of your bedside lamp

“I haven’t in my room like this” you said flustered, peeking out from behind your hands. he just gave you a look

and soon enough, he flopped into the bed beside you with a long sigh, the mattress dipping with his weight. his skin was still a little cool from the night air, but he radiated that heat that only Johnny Storm could. he instantly reached over and wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you gently toward him. your cheek landed against his bare chest, and you nuzzled closer

for a while, it was just quiet. his fingers tracing circles into your back through your nightgown

then he spoke

“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. you shifted just a bit to glance up at him, resting your chin on his chest. his blue eyes were on the ceiling, that faraway look in them

“I will dedicate the rest of my life to looking up at the stars” he said quietly “Every time I see ‘em I feel… small but like I matter. you know? like they remember me. like they’re up there waitin’.”

you didn’t say anything right away. just listened, because you knew how rare it was for him to speak like this, not as the human torch, not as a superhero but as Johnny. just Johnny.

you hummed softly, letting your hand move across his chest, drawing invisible shapes there. “They probably do remember you” you said dreamily “You were up there once.“

he smiled faintly at that “Yeah… but sometimes I think the stars weren’t the most beautiful thing I saw up there.”

your brows lifted, but you didn’t ask. he looked down at you, faint smile still on his lips, and brushed his knuckles along your cheek. you didn’t know if he meant you. but the way his heart beat beneath your cheek, it felt like he did.

Johnny’s voice drifted low and full of awe as he kept talking about space, little facts he probably didn’t even realize he’d memorized. “Did you know Jupiter’s moon might have a whole ocean beneath its icy surface?” he murmured, fingertips tracing lazy patterns over your arm. “An ocean just… hidden under miles of ice. can you imagine what’s living in there?”

you shook your head slowly, eyes closed, your cheek still resting on his chest

“and saturn’s rings?” he continued, eyes lit with childlike excitement “They’re mostly made of ice. just tiny frozen fragments spinning around at like thousands of miles per hour. but they look soft, like you could fall into ‘em.”

he raised his hands slightly, gesturing as he spoke, like trying to draw it out for you in the air. “And stars? they’re not all white or yellow like we see ‘em. some burn blue, really hot and some are red giants, burning out slow.”

you didn’t understand everything he was saying. not really. but you didn’t need to. you heard it in his voice how alive he felt talking about the stars, how much wonder lived inside him when he thought of the universe. it made space seem less cold, less terrifying, not empty, but endless

“And there’s just so much to discover still” he said finally, hands coming back down to wrap around you

you tilted your head a little, chin on his chest, voice quiet “Johnny… if you could… would you go back?”

his answer was almost immediate “Yeah.” he nodded once “Yeah, I would.”

you nodded too, slowly. you knew that. you’d always known. the stars had called him once and probably always would

but there was no jealousy in you, no fear of being left behind because you understood now. space was part of him, it wasn’t a threat, it was just a dream he hadn’t finished chasing

“I hope you do” you said softly and sincerely, your fingers curling around his side

he looked down at you, something flickering in his eyes. gratitude. that you didn’t ask him to stay put, that you let him dream

“You’ll be here when I get back, right?” he asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear

“Always” you whispered, smiling up at him

you didn’t know when he’d leave. or if that day would ever come… but if it did, if the stars called him back you knew you’d be there, waiting. always

and lying in his arms, with the soft cotton of his pajama pants brushing your bare leg, his warmth all around, you felt safe, and cherished.

Johnny looked down at you, brushing his lips against your forehead “We exist under the same stars, you know” he said softly

and then he started talking again quiet, dreamy words tumbling out of him in the kind of ramble only you ever got to hear

“You’re my whole world” he murmured “you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. and I’ve seen a supernova. but it doesn’t even touch you.”

his hand found yours beneath the covers, his thumb gently brushing your knuckles

“Sometimes I think loving you feels like flyin’ through space. just floating, endless. like the universe itself” he paused, glancing down at you

you were so still, curled into him, your breathing soft and steady. he smiled faintly, pressing another kiss to your temple

“I love you” he whispered

but you didn’t answer. somewhere along the way, in that sweet lull of his voice, talking about stars, and you, and everything in between, you’d fallen asleep. safe in his arms, your fingers still curled loosely around his

he chuckled softly under his breath “of course you’d fall asleep on my big romantic moment.”

he said it full of adoration. the kind that filled up his chest so full it almost hurt

you didn’t need to say it back but he knew.

because you were the only thing in the universe he looked at the way he looked at the stars. and maybe that was the most romantic thing of all.

you, his girl, were dreaming sweet and warm beside him. dreaming of galaxies maybe, of moons and planets and love

Johnny held you tighter, his cheek resting on your hair as he whispered one last thing

“I’ll bring you the stars baby. all of ‘em. just say the word.”

‘𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒚’ Johnny storm x f!reader

finally telling Johnny you want to start a family. • fluff, pregnancy, implied sex

༘⋆✿ life is what happens to you

while you’re busy making other plans

Johnny sat at your tiny kitchen table, one arm thrown lazily over the back of another chair, legs spread comfortably. a half eaten box of cheerios in his other hand, tilted toward his mouth as he grinned through another story

“and then… that’s when how told us she was pregnant!” he said, his voice full of excitement. “sue just dropped it on us like it was nothing. you should’ve seen Reed’s face.”

you laughed, setting your mug down gently so it wouldn’t clink too loud and interrupt him. Johnny hadn’t even meant to stay long. he’d just come by to check in before heading off to deal with something ‘important,’ but the quick visit had turned into an hour of him lounging in your kitchen, gushing over his sister’s news

you loved watching him like this, open and full of light

“She’s going to be a great mom” he said quieter now as he munched on a few more dry cheerios from the box. “and I’m going to be the best uncle. i’ve already got ideas.”

you stepped up behind him with a soft smile, letting your hands rest gently on his shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. you felt his skin warm under your lips

“That’s sweet Johnny” you said softly

he tilted his head a little to look at you, eyes crinkling with that smile of his “It is” he said

and it was, it really was

as you stood behind him, your fingers brushing lightly over the fabric of his shirt, you couldn’t help the thought that settled quietly in your chest. what it would be like to start a family with him. you pictured little feet running through the apartment, tiny hands tugging at your dress, you imagined the soft curve of your belly under his warm palms, imagined Johnny laying his head there, talking to the bump with that same excitement he had in his voice now

you imagined babies with Johnny’s eyes. if there was one thing Johnny Storm had no shortage of, it was love to give

your heart swelled at the thought, but it ached too. because the truth was, you didn’t really know if that’s the kind of forever he wanted. you’d never talked about it, not seriously. your relationship was dreamy and sweet, but you didn’t know if those dreams were shared ones

and maybe you were just too scared to ask

still, you held onto that moment. the soft morning light, the sound of his voice, and the way he smiled when you kissed him

later that day when Johnny snuck in the same way he always did, through the creaky window you never got around to fixing, slipping into your bed like you were his home. tonight was no different

he had his arm under your head, curled in close. he smelled like smoke and clean soap. the room was dark except, you could hear the faint hum of a record you forgot to turn off downstairs

and your heart was pounding

the thought had been with you all day, weeks honestly. you’d felt it when he smiled at babies on the street, when he told you about sue and how proud he was. you felt it when you watched him brush your pin curls out gently with his fingers, when he held your hand like it was the most important thing in the world

and now it was too much to keep inside

“Johnny” you whispered, voice trembling just slightly as your fingers toyed with the hem of your sleep gown “I need to tell you something…”

you felt him shift beside you “What is it?” he murmured, his voice low and soft, a little sleepy. his hand came up to gently stroke your hair like he always did when you were nervous or shy. that only made the lump in your throat harder to swallow

you took a breath, you had to say it

“I want to start a family with you.”

it came out quieter than you expected, but it was soft, sweet, and true. you felt it in his body, the way he tensed slightly, the way his chest rose with a deeper breath, the way his heart began to beat a little faster against your back

you didn’t dare look at him, even though you knew he was staring at you now, searching for something. you kept your eyes on the sheets, waiting.

he didn’t speak. for a moment, it was just the tick of the old clock on your vanity

you blinked hard. maybe you shouldn’t have said anything

but then finally,with his hand in your hair, he moved. slowly, gently, he shifted so you were on your back and he was leaning over you, his face serious in a way you didn’t see often. you still couldn’t look him in the eye

“Hey…” he whispered, one hand cupping your cheek now, warm and tender “Look at me sweetheart.”

and you did

and the look in his eyes nearly made you cry they were soft, stunned, and big

“You really mean that?” he asked voice rough “with me? are you sure?”

Johnny’s voice was barely above a whisper, like the idea alone was too good to be real. his lips were parted, eyes wide and glossy in the dark, and you knew, knew he’d never had someone say those words to him like this before. not gently, not with love

you finally turned your head to look at him, to show him you meant it with everything inside you

you nodded “I think about it all the time” you admitted. “I see the way you are Johnny. how much love you have in you. I know you’d be the best dad. and I..” Your voice cracked just a little “I want to do it all with you..”

he blinked slowly, like he was trying to make sense of it. then he exhaled a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against yours

“Baby, I’ve never really thought of that…” he admitted vulnerably in a way that broke your heart a little “not for me, not really.”

“I know” you replied stroking his ribs with the tips of your fingers, because you did know. he was busy all the time, always saving someone, flying off to something important. he barely had time to breathe, let alone dream about a baby

but you also knew how tender he was, how protective, how full of love he was

“That’s why I wanted to tell you” you whispered “Because even if you haven’t thought about it… I have. and I see it when I look at you. I see you holding a baby, our baby.”

your fingertip kept moving slowly along his stomach, soothing circles, gentle patterns. he was silent for a second. the he let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh. soft, almost shy and dipped his chin a little, like he didn’t know what to do with how full his heart felt

“Would you… want to try?” you asked quietly

he didn’t answer right away. his eyes searched yours, there was fear, love, awe in them. he gulped, his throat bobbing and then he smiled

not that cocky smile he gave the press, not the flirtatious smirk he gave fans. this one was small, real, and full of warmth

“yeah..” he said at last “of course I want to try. if you want that with me… then I want it too. I want all of it. you, me, the whole thing”

you heart felt full, eyes blurry as you leaned in to kiss him slow, your fingers still brushing over his skin. he kissed you like you were something cherished. and when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand curling around your hip, holding you close

“I don’t know what kind of dad I’d be” he whispered

“the best” you promised

after that night, something changed in Johnny. not just in the way he looked at you, but in the way he showed up for you

he never missed a day

he was at your apartment more than ever now, slipping in through the window with that same bright grin, but this time he didn’t leave after a few hours. he came straight to you after long missions, hair tousled and face flushed, hands already grabbing for your waist like he’d been thinking about you the whole time, and he had.

“You eat today baby?”

“Drink water?”

“Let me hold you for a second. Missed you.”

but more than anything, Johnny made sure you were full of him every single chance he got

“This one” he groaned against your lips one night, hips pressed flushed to yours “this one is it.”

“Yeah?” you breathed, hands cupping his cheeks gently as your thighs trembled around his waist

“Yeah” he panted, holding still as you both came down from it, his forehead dropping to yours, both of you smiling stupidly as you laid there tangled together

that became your routine. morning, afternoon, night. in the kitchen, in the shower, even once on the couch with a half eaten milkshake sitting forgotten on the coffee table. Johnny was determined. he’d whisper things like “going to give you my baby” and “we’re gonna get our little family. sweetheart just wait” as he held you close, soft kisses planted over your belly

and then just like that you missed your period

a few days turned into a week, and your heart started to race every time you checked the calendar. you didn’t say anything at first not until you were sure. you slipped out that morning and went straight to the clinic, heart pounding in your chest the entire time

and then the nurse smiled at you “You’re pregnant.”

you nearly burst into tears on the spot, overwhelmed with joy. the second you stepped out of the clinic, the only thing on your mind was Johnny. telling him, seeing the look on his face. your hand instinctively settled over your belly as you walked home

when Johnny finally came home that evening, you didn’t even wait you turned to him the second he kicked off his boots

“Johnny” you beamed, voice already shaky with emotion “I’m pregnant.”

for a moment, he just blinked at you. and then his whole face lit up

“no way… no way” he whispered, walking forward and scooping you up in his arms before you could say another word. he spun you around, laughing, breathless, kissing your face over and over

“We did it” he breathed into your hair, holding you tighter “We did it”

you could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he kissed you again, softer this time, his hand settling gently over your stomach

“You’re going to be the best mom” he said, his voice full of awe, like he couldn’t believe this was real

you giggled, burying your face into his neck

“Oh my god. I need to tell sue and Ben, and everyone” he said suddenly, pulling back just enough to look at you

“Johnny wait” you giggled, swatting at him gently, “maybe we should wait a little-”

“Nope. not a chance” he grinned wide

and just like that, your little dream wasn’t just yours anymore. it belonged to both of you

The months that followed your pregnancy felt like a dream, the kind you never wanted to wake up from

Johnny introduced you to sue and the rest of the family not even a week after you told him the news. you wore your prettiest doll dress, hair styled into pin curls, nervous but glowing. sue hugged you so tight, her own belly beginning to show

Ben lifted Johnny clean off the ground in excitement the second he heard the news

“Two babies on the way?” he grinned “Guess we’re going to need double the diapers.”

Reed, immediately offered to help with prenatal research, though Johnny quickly waved him off “She doesn’t need a lab Reed, she needs rest”

everyone was gushing over the news

but no one, not one single person was as devoted, obsessed, and hopelessly in love with your pregnancy as Johnny was

he didn’t miss a single appointment, not one. he came to every checkup, held your hand, asked the doctor too many questions, and always made sure you got your post visit milkshake after. if he ever had to miss something, it broke his heart and he’d whisper apologies against your stomach the minute he got home

“I’m sorry baby” he’d murmur as he kissed your bump “but I’m here now.”

and he always was

when your belly started to grow and your clothes didn’t fit quite right anymore, and you didn’t feel like a perfect dolled up version of yourself, Johnny was the first to fix that

“You’re still my doll” he’d whisper, kissing the stretch marks “Prettiest mama I’ve ever seen.”

you’d be brushing your teeth in the morning, hair a mess, nightgown riding up, and he’d still walk up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder “God, I love you.” he’d say, voice full of genuine awe

he talked to your belly constantly. it became part of his routine, resting his head on your stomach while you laid on the couch, telling your baby about his day, or humming a song softly into your skin. sometimes he’d fall asleep there, cheek pressed gently to your bump, arms circled around your waist

Johnny rubbed your back every night, without asking, without complaint. his hands were warm and strong and so, so gentle. he told you, you were amazing for carrying his child. he told you he loved you every day. sometimes in words. sometimes in how he looked at you

and then came the day of your routine check up the one that changed everything again

you were laying on the exam table, your hand in Johnny’s, watching the screen as the doctor moved the wand over your belly. you were used to it by now. but then the doctor tilted their head, smiled wide, and said “Well, looks like you’re in for a little surprise.”

Johnny blinked “What kind of surprise?”

the doctor chuckled, turned the screen just a little more toward you both “Two heartbeats.”

you blinked “Wait two?”

“Twins” the doctor confirmed with a bright grin

you gasped, a hand flying to your mouth and Johnny….

Johnny gasped louder

he stood up, nearly knocking the chair over, hand still holding yours

“TWO?!”

the joy in his face was clear as day. his eyes were wide, shining, lips parted in pure disbelief

“No way two?! oh my god baby, we’re having two? We’re having two babies?!”

he was grinning so wide it made your cheeks hurt just looking at him

you nodded, stunned and overwhelmed and completely in love “two, Johnny.”

and then he did it again. he kissed your forehead, your cheeks, your belly, still careful but so excited he was practically vibrating

“We did it” he whispered against your hair “Oh my god, we did it. we’re going to have two of ‘em.”

he turned to the doctor with a boyish grin “Can you see if they’ve got her nose already? please tell me they’ve got her nose.”

as you neared the end of your third trimester, Johnny went straight into nesting. he’d come home, arms full of bags, soft blankets, matching onesies, teeny booties, and the tiniest socks you’d ever seen. everything came in pairs, pink and blue, or yellow and green when he couldn’t decide

he built the cribs himself, even though Reed offered to design something high tech, Johnny insisted on putting them together by hand. he painted the nursery walls a soft, warm cream, and you covered them in hand drawn stars and clouds, he added a little sun with sunglasses that looked suspiciously like him

when it came to delivery day, Johnny made sure everything was perfect. the hospital bag had been packed and repacked a dozen times. he checked and rechecked every list. he’d barely slept the night before, too busy going over everything again just to make sure

and when the contractions hit hard and fast, he was at your side, helping you to the car, rubbing your back the entire way, whispering “I got you, I got you.”

at the hospital, when you cried out his name in pain, Johnny looked like he was feeling every bit of it with you. his jaw was tight, his eyes glossy, but he didn’t let go of your hand once. not even for a second

“You’re doing so good” he kept saying, pressing kiss after kiss to your forehead, brushing your sweaty hair back “I’m so proud of you. Just a little more, okay? I’m right here.”

you squeezed his hand so tightly your nails dug into his skin, but he didn’t even flinch. his hand stayed wrapped around yours

and then finally after hours, your cries were joined by the sweetest, tiniest sounds you’d ever heard

one then another

a perfect baby boy and a perfect baby girl

Johnny was speechless at first. his whole body stilled as the nurses cleaned the babies off and brought them over

“Oh my god” he whispered, his voice breaking as he looked down at both of them, then at you tired, glowing, eyes glassy with tears “Oh my god, baby. you did it.”

he leaned down, kissing you over and over again, hand trembling slightly as it cradled your cheek

“Thank you” he kept whispering between kisses “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

when you got home, Johnny’s devotion didn’t stop

he was up for every midnight feeding, every diaper change, every moment you needed help. he made sure you had food, sleep, water, warmth. he made sure you were taken care of just as much as the babies

and no matter how tired he was, he always made time to hold them

one in each arm

sometimes he’d just sit in the rocking chair for hours, shirt off so they could rest against his warm skin, humming little tunes and whispering promises to them both

“You’ve got the best mom in the whole world” he’d whisper “And I swear I’m going to love you both forever. longer, even.”

you’d catch him sometimes just staring at them in awe, brushing his thumb over their tiny lashes

he was so in love with them, with all three of you

and even through the exhaustion and newness of all of it, every time you looked over at Johnny holding both babies like they were the most precious thing in the world. you knew, without a doubt, your dream had come true

this was your forever

‘𝑰’𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.’ Johnny storm x f!reader

having Johnny meant sharing him with the world, you can’t help but feel jealous. • fluff, hurt/comfort

the morning sun came in softly through your lace curtains. you sat at the foot of your bed, a towel spread beneath your feet to protect the carpet from any spills. your pin curls were still perfectly secured under a row of pastel pink hair rollers from the night before. you wiggled your toes, one foot already stretched out with a foam separator between each one, concentrating hard as you brushed a coat of polish over your nails

you hummed softly. your tongue poking out the corner of your mouth, you didn’t want to mess up a single toe. you wanted to look perfect for when Johnny saw you

the television flickered in the background, as some morning program rolled on. you weren’t really paying attention until

“Johnny Storm”

your head instantly perked up, eyes wide, brush pausing mid stroke. you turned up the volume on the small remote beside you

the reporters voice was full of excitement

“the city’s heart throb, Johnny Storm, is lighting up more than just the sky this summer.”

you mouth parted slightly as they cut to the footage, a huge billboard towering over the busy street. and there he was. Johnny, your Johnny. shirtless, nice tan, wearing swim trunks that hung low on his hips, lower than they should’ve, thanks to a little dog tugging them down with its teeth

the slogan read in big, bold letters

“TAN, DON’T BURN.”

you stared for a second, lips parted in awe, cheeks warming. he was so… Johnny. so effortlessly handsome, so smugly charming. you could practically hear that cocky little laugh of his in your ear

your breath came out in a dreamy little sigh

“Oh, Johnny…” you whispered

your heart quickened the way it always did when you thought about him. the man who always pulled your tights up for you after dates, who warmed your cold hands in his, who tucked your curlers so carefully each night. he was yours in the quietest, sweetest ways. the world might’ve seen the human torch, the heart throb, the show off. but you knew the real him. the one who let you fall asleep on his chest to your favorite records, the one who kissed you so tenderly

you set the polish down carefully, and leaned closer to the screen like he might see you. like he was right there on the other side, looking just at you

“Such a showoff” you mumbled with a small giggle

no matter how big his billboard got, no matter how many girls stared up at it wide eyed, you were the one he came to. you were the one he kissed goodnight

the reporters voice carried on with excitement

“and- wait a second, folks what’s this?”

the camera jolted, shaking slightly as something streaked across the sky fast, unmistakable. within seconds, a trail of flames curled up into the corner of the screen and came up right across the edge of the billboard

“There he is, folks! Johnny Storm himself!”

the flames burned harmlessly at the edges of his shirtless image on the billboard. and then the camera shifted quickly finding him hovering above the crowd

he was dressed in his fantastic four uniform, the white and blue stretching clean over his lean body, the number 4 bold across his chest. his gloves were still steaming slightly from the flame. he gave a little salute to the crowd, then flashed one of his smirks

you squealed without meaning to, giggling as you kicked your feet

“Johnny…” you cooed, head tilting as you watched him take it all in, your polish brush wobbled a little in your hand, you couldn’t focus, too caught up in that smile of his

but you weren’t the only one

“I love you, Johnny!”

the squeals and shouts came loud from the television, the camera showing the growing crowd below. dozens of girls, all waiting for a look, a wave, anything

the way they screamed for him made your smile fade

the polish brush paused mid stroke again, a small frown tugging at your lips. you reached for the remote and turned the volume down, suddenly not wanting to hear the girls anymore. not wanting to watch the way they looked at him

you let out a small huff and tried to go back to painting your nails, but the polish smeared this time, a smudge streaking over your toe

“Shoot” you muttered, brows pinching together in frustration

your head dipped, the rollers bouncing slightly. the little jealous feeling in your chest pressed down heavier now. you knew it was silly, knew he loved you, only you. he kissed your forehead every night before you fell asleep, helped you button your dress, spun you slow in the kitchen when your favorite song came on. but it was hard sometimes. knowing how the world saw him, how much of him they wanted

you began carefully wiping away the smudge with the edge of a tissue

you weren’t mad at him. just… sensitive. a little insecure. it was hard not to feel small when the whole world screamed his name, when girls dreamt about him the way you did

and you should’ve guessed, you should’ve known the second he lit up that billboard and flashed that cocky smirk, that he was already making his way to you. he never missed a moment to show off and make a quick escape to the one place he knew he’d really be seen. not by the crowd, not by the cameras, but by you.

still, you were back to angrily painting your nails, brows furrowed, lower lip caught between your teeth. you weren’t even humming anymore, your favorite polish now being applied with a bit too much force. you were still thinking about those girls, the way they squealed like they knew him, like they had a chance

“Ugh” you muttered under your breath, barely noticing the faint glow on your window

two soft knock’s broke your train of thought

your hand froze, peeking up. you turned toward the window, and there he was

sitting on the roof just outside, legs stretched out casually, leaning back on one hand, his blonde hair a little messy. he wasn’t in the flashy suit anymore just a snug white tee, that little blue “4” stitched right over his heart, and dark pants rolled at the ankle like he’d come straight from somewhere and didn’t stop to change. his cheeks were flushed, eyes warm and wide the second they landed on you

a big, boyish smile spread across his face, full of adoration and a little mischief, like he knew what you’d seen, what you were thinking, and had rushed here to fix it

your heart tugged in your chest but you held strong. you raised an eyebrow, tilting your chin as you stayed seated at the foot of your bed. you still hadn’t forgiven him, you weren’t mad at him, just… upset about the whole thing. how the world never let you keep him all to yourself

another knock

“Sweetheart” he called, voice muffled through the glass but still a little teasing, a little sweet

you let out a soft sigh, careful as you rose, balancing on the heels of your feet to not smudge your still wet toes. you undid the latch and pushed it up slowly

Johnny was already halfway to stepping in before you could even say anything, swinging one leg over the sill and slipping into your room like he belonged there

“Look at you” he said low, eyes trailing from the curlers on your head to the pout on your lips, his hand immediately finding your waist “God, you’re beautiful”

he leaned in, lips parting to kiss you but you turned your head, giving him your cheek instead, eyes still slightly narrowed in that unimpressed look

he didn’t push. just grinned like he expected it, and gave you a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek with a loud mwah!

then, like he owned the place, he strolled toward your bed and flopped right onto it arms out, sighing dramatically

“Man” he groaned, sinking into your pillows “Do you know how boring it is standing in front of a crowd pretending I don’t wanna be here instead?”

you stood there, arms crossed, trying not to smile, biting the inside of your cheek

his eyes peeked open, already watching you with that soft little grin

“cmon doll” he said, reaching one hand out toward you lazily “don’t be mad. you know I only set that billboard on fire so I could get here faster.”

that almost got you, almost got you

but you weren’t going to let him win that easily

you glanced down at his outstretched hand for half a second before brushing right past it with a huff. you sat back on the edge of your bed ignoring how close he was now and went right back to painting the last of your toes, your fingers holding the brush delicately like nothing had just happened

Johnny propped himself up on his elbows, clearly amused. he wasn’t bothered by the cold shoulder, not when he knew what this was. he’d seen it before. your cute little tantrums, the silent treatment you gave him when you were trying not to smile. he knew you were going to crack soon, he was just waiting.

you were quiet now, focused, back to humming softly as you dipped the brush into the polish again. the record player spun lazily in the corner of your room, the soft tune of a love song faint in the background

Johnny tilted his head at you

“What are you singing?” he asked even though he knew exactly what was playing

“A song” you replied simply, not even looking his way

he bit back a grin

“You kept your rollers in” he noted “Need my help to take them out?”

“I can do it” you replied

still no eye contact

“Cheer up buttercup” he teased gently

and that’s what did it

your eyes narrowed just a little, your lips twitching as you mocked in a high pitched voice “I love you, Johnny!”

you scoffed a little, scrunching up your nose

Johnny blinked pretending like he was shocked “That’s what this is all about?” he asked “You’re mad ‘cause people love me?”

“I’m not mad” you said far too quickly, focusing way too hard on not messing up your last toe

Johnny sat up fully, scooting closer behind you, arms suddenly wrapping around your waist and pulling you back against him without warning

“Johnny my hair!” you squealed, half laughing, as your head bumped back against his shoulder

he just chuckled, hugging you tighter

“You jealous baby?” he whispered near your ear, voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your cheek

“No” you said flatly

but the pout on your lips betrayed you completely. that little frown, your lashes lowered as you avoided his eyes, trying so hard not to give in

Johnny pressed a kiss to your cheek again, softer this time

“Trust in me when I say” Johnny murmured, voice softer now, his arms still wrapped around you “I’m yours.”

you blinked slowly, his lashes brushing your cheek, and your voice came out quieter than before

“I know, Johnny…”

and you did. somewhere deep down, beneath the jealousy and the world that always wanted him, you knew. but that didn’t mean those feelings didn’t still creep in sometimes, didn’t grow more when you heard girls scream his name like they had any right to it

“There’s no ‘but’” he cut in gently, but firmly. he knew you too well, knew how quickly you used your heart over your head “No ‘maybe’ or ‘what if.’ none of that, okay?”

he shifted closer behind you, nose brushing along your temple, his voice even lower as he whispered everything you needed to hear

“There’s no one else but you. no one I want. no one I see.”

his words were warm and slow and just for you “Can’t take my eyes off you, the sight of you leaves me weak.”

you breath caught softly, the brush still in your hand long forgotten now

“I don’t hear the way they say my name” he continued “I don’t feel it… not like I do when you say it.”

he leaned in a little closer “Nobody says it like you”

that made your heart quicken and your face warm. he said it so easily, like there wasn’t a doubt in the whole world about how he felt

the moment felt so intimate, so personal, just for the two of you

“I didn’t mean to upset you” Johnny said, his voice so full of guilt and sweetness “Didn’t like seeing that pout.”

your pout was already gone. you lips now parted slightly

“I love you” he said truthfully and certain, right against your ear

you shifted slowly, enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. his eyes were waiting there for you, blue and gentle and entirely yours

you didn’t answer instead, you gave him the kiss you’d rejected earlier, the one he never pushed for. this time, your lips met his sweetly, full of affection. you kissed him, your hand reaching up to his cheek, your eyes closing

and he melted into it instantly

because even when the ugly thoughts crept in, when the jealousy made your heart ache and your voice snappy you knew..

Johnny Storm was yours, and more than that he loved being yours

“just call my name, i’ll be there in a hurry you don’t have to worry. cause baby there aint no mountain high enough.”

𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒔. 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔. 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔.

──── ୨ৎ ────

‘𝑰’𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.’

‘𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒚’

‘𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏’

‘𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆’

PONYBOY ₊˚⊹ᰔ min su x f!reader

riding, nipple play, creampie, overstimulation, non game au

‘he’s my little ponyboy, treat him like a ponyboy’

you had been riding min su for only a few minutes, but he already looked completely fucked out. eyes dazed, breath coming in soft, desperate huffs. his hands lay limp at his sides fists curling open and closed. he was letting you do everything, he was just lying there and taking it, face tightening with every drop of your hips, a little broken groan spilling past his teeth whenever your pussy gripped him just right. his head was tilted slightly, dark eyes locked on the way your chest moved with each slow grind of your hips.

and god, the way he stared at your tits..

his eyes kept flicking down, mouth slightly open, like the sight alone could make him cum. every bounce made his expression shift. eyebrows scrunching together, mouth trembling, tongue darting out to wet his lips. that greedy look was a big contrast with how timid he was being, his hands still limp at his side

you leaned forward, the slow grind making his breath hitch again, dragging a drawn out “f-ffuck” out of him, and you smiled

“Min Su…”

he blinked up at you the second you said his name, barely managing to lift his head off the pillow. lips pink and parted, face dazed and flushed. “Y-yeah?” he barely got out, like even answering you was too much

“you can’t touch them” you whispered, watching the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard

his breath caught and his fingers twitched helplessly at his sides. it wasn’t that he didn’t want to… he clearly did. the want was written all over his face. his eyes widened a little, locking on your chest again as you straightened your back and rode him slower, deeper, just to tease

you wanted him to so bad. you wanted to feel his hands. shaky, hesitant, a little clumsy on your skin, groping your tits while you rode him. you knew he’d be shy about it, fumbling at first, maybe too gentle. like he thought you were too perfect to handle rough, like he didn’t deserve to be holding them at all

but that was the point.

“not unless you ask” you whispered, leaning over him, letting your tits hang right over his face, swaying with every slow grind of your hips, his head dropped back with a little whimper, brows scrunched so tight he looked like he was in pain

“please” he gasped “i want to. I want to touch them, please let me. fuck please-”

your pussy clenched around him hard at the desperation in his voice, and his hips bucked up without meaning to, making you gasp. you could feel him trying to stay still, trying not to thrust into you while you were in control, but his body betrayed him

you sat upright again, clenching down, pace teasingly slow now, letting him twitch inside you while you kept just out of reach

“you’ll have to be good” you murmured. “use both hands. show me how much you want it.”

his hands rose so tentatively it almost made you moan, his fingers hovered before finally making contact, he cupped your breasts gently at first, thumbs grazing your nipples, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he was allowed. then slowly, he squeezed

“fuck they’re so soft. ” he whined, breath ragged, massaging them, hands shaking, palms warm and greedy “they bounce so good when you… when you ride me like that”

you leaned in again, pressing one nipple to his mouth without a word, and he latched on immediately with a moan that vibrated against your skin. teeth grazing, tongue flicking fast, suckling hard

and underneath you, his cock throbbed like it could barely take any more

he kept suckling, lips flushed and wet around your nipple, his tongue teasing the tip in messy little swirls while his other hand rolled and tugged the other with more confidence now. flicking the bud, kneading your breast. your body jerked, the sounds spilling out of you no longer held back, your whimpers turned into breathless cries “min su. baby, just like that”

he caught that, that needy tone in your voice, and his fingers pinched tighter. the sudden sensation made you shudder hard around his cock, and your back arched, hips grinding down harder. his eyes open just briefly to watch the way your face twisted with pleasure then he shut them again, a soft hum vibrating against your breast

you could feel it, his cock twitching deep inside, thighs tensing beneath you, every bounce made him whimper, every clench of your walls around him made him stammer out another desperate breath

he suddenly let go of your nipple with a slick, wet pop, chin shining with spit, panting “g-gonna cum. fuck I’m gonna-”

you didn’t answer. just caught his flushed face in your hands, tilting it back down to your chest, guiding him back onto your tit. he latched without hesitation, lips closing again over the sensitive peak, and your voice dropped to a sweet coo against the shell of his ear “cmon min su…”

he whimpered helplessly into your skin, eyes squeezed shut tight, and then his hands flew to your hips, gripping hard like he was going to stop you, like he had to, like one more bounce would be it. “n-no, no, wait”

but you just moved them away

you pried his fingers from your waist, placed them back where they belonged, one at your breast, the other falling limp again as you rode him harder now, grinding deep

“you feel so good” you whispered “so deep baby, right there. yeah, just like that, let me feel it.”

his mouth was sloppy now, tongue flicking desperately, lips sucking weakly as his whole body tensed under you. his thighs trembled, cock pulsing with every clench of your pussy, and the way you moaned for him, the way your tits moved against his face, it was too much.

“fuuuck gonna cum, I can’t. ahh!”

you didn’t slow down. if anything, you fucked down harder, chasing his release, grinding your clit against the base of him, using his twitching cock to get yourself off. his voice broke, a long strangled groan muffled against your breast as he finally came. warm spurts deep inside you, hips stuttering, hands scrabbling uselessly against the sheets again

you stayed on him. his cock still twitching helplessly inside. he was still sucking softly, more out of instinct, breathing fast through his nose, and you stroked his hair while you rocked your hips, slower now

he groaned as you kept moving slow but deep, rolling your hips to milk every last drop from him, ignoring the way his thighs trembled and his cock twitched violently inside your soaked pussy. the overstimulation was sharp, almost unbearable, but he didn’t tell you to stop. he didn’t want to. he was laying comfortably on the sheets beneath him, chest heaving, watching you ride him

your tits bounced with every grind, and he stared in awe

his breath caught in his throat as your pussy squeezed around his overstimulated cock again, a hiss leaving him “nghh fuck, baby…”

still, he made no move to stop you. instead, his hands rose again, settling at your waist, thumbs rubbing lazy circles into your skin

“so pretty” he breathed, voice hoarse but warm, eyes trailing up your torso “look at these…”

he cupped your breast, slow and gentle now, thumb brushing over the tender peak, watching the way your face twitched when he grazed your nipple just right. his palm was hot and heavy, squeezing just enough to make you moan, and he looked so fucking gone. eyes half lidded, lips parted, flushed cheeks, still riding the high of his orgasm

“bouncing so nice for me” he murmured, thumb flicking your nipple lazily “keep going. fuck- just like that. ride it out…”

his cock throbbed again from the attention, overly sensitive but stiff inside you still, twitching at every clench of your walls, and you could feel the way he pulsed with every deep roll of your hips. his head rolled back slightly, mouth dropping open, a breathless whimper escaping as you ground down and circled your hips

“you feel so good” you groaned, your hands on his chest now “don’t think I can stop.”

he gave a weak laugh that turned into a moan, fingers tightening just slightly on your waist “don’t” he whispered, still watching your tits move “take what you need…”

THROAT BABY ₊˚⊹ᰔ min su x f!reader

smut, big dick!min su, sucking him off in that suit

‘throat babies, tryna give em to you’

min su stood stiff and awkward in that black, perfect to his fitting suit the squid game handlers had given him for the final ceremony. the black of the jacket clung snug to his shoulders, sleeves just barely brushing his wrists, but it was the pants that did it. tailored just right, the fabric outlined the natural print of his cock even when he wasn’t hard, just the sheer print of it, outlined against the flat front, a thick curve that pressed against the material. no underwear or nothing at all could hide that kind of cock. he glanced down at himself, then flicked his eyes up fast, his face becoming flushed. his hand went low, tugging subtly, trying to shift the imprint upward, to hid the bulge. it didn’t help, just made the fabric hug him tighter.

you had noticed it immediately, of course. you’d always suspected. he was too quiet, too polite, too fidgety not to be hiding something big. and now here it was. just there, plain as daylight and too big to ignore. he caught you looking, looked away, but didn’t stop you

now, somehow, your knees pressed against cold steel where the bedframe bit through the cheap mattress, and he sat above you, back straight, arms stiff at his sides, legs spread just enough to give you space, barely. you were already between them, your hands working at his pants. his breath sounded uneven, and his eyes stared at the wall like if he didn’t look at you, none of this was really happening

you undid the button slowly. his thighs tensed, the moment he heard the sound of his fly going down his breath hitched. your fingers slipped beneath the waistband and pulled, and the pants came down just enough to expose the base of his cock, slim and smooth, flushed at the tip like a soft pale pink, lying soft against one thigh

he shifted again, half lifting his hips without thinking as you pulled the fabric lower, freeing him. his cock lay there, still soft, sure, but already swelling. already starting to rise, twitching once as cool air hit the head. you looked up. his ears were red. his fists clenched against his knees. his eyes flicked down for just a second, then locked on yours.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked

“No” he said, voice almost cracking “Just… I don’t know why you’re…”

but he trailed off, his cock jerked again. you leaned in closer

“I’ve thought about this since the second game” you murmured, fingers brushing his shaft. it was warm and only getting warmer. harder. he let out a soft, shaky exhale when your thumb grazed the head. you leaned in, tongue slipping out, tasting salt just at the tip, a gentle swipe and his thighs trembled beneath you

“Ah!” he exhaled, trying to suppress it, but it came out anyway

you wrapped your hand around the base and felt the weight of it, thick as your wrist and it took both hands to wrap around the length as it hardened. you licked again, this time slower, from base to tip, tongue flattening against that one prominent vein as he grunted above you, hips twitching forward

“god” he breathed, eyes wide now, locked to the sight of your mouth, wet and eager, teasing his tip before letting your lips close around it

the noise he made was low and full of disbelief “fuck!”, like he couldn’t believe this was happening, like he didn’t deserve it. you took him in slowly, inch by inch, your mouth stretching around the girth of him, your jaw aching already and still not halfway down

he watched you now, he couldn’t look away. his hands hovered at his sides, unsure, clenched like he was afraid to touch you, like if he laid a finger on your head he might cum right there.

your spit coated him, slick and glistening, the head now flushed deep with blood, precum beading at the slit and smeared across your tongue. you moaned softly around him, humming against the shaft as your throat flexed and took him deeper. he hissed “T-t-too much. fuck, I-” but you didn’t stop. you wanted to feel his cock press against the back of your throat, wanted to taste every inch of him until he stopped being polite and started fucking your mouth like he meant it.

his hips moved without permission, just a little. a shallow thrust. then another. then a groan, long and low building up from somewhere deep inside him “Aahhh, god. f-fuck…”

you wrapped both hands around the base, pumping what you couldn’t swallow, bobbing your head now with. wet sounds filled the room, filthy and needy. and above you, min su’s breathing grew louder, mouth parted, face flushed enjoying every second

you pulled back for air, a thick string of saliva clinging from your lips to his cock, and stared up at him. his chest was rising fast, nostrils flared, eyes glassy, he looked wrecked.

“you want to fuck my mouth?” you asked, lips swollen, voice hoarse “Do it.”

he froze for half a second, then moved

his hands finally found your head, fingers curling into your hair, grip clumsy but firm. you opened your mouth for him, tongue out, jaw loose. he guided himself in, slow at first, watching your expression, making sure you could take it but you didn’t gag, you wanted more

he began to thrust, short and shallow. then deeper

your throat clenched as the head hit the back, and still he pushed. you choked slightly, then adjusted your angle, breathing through your nose. he groaned deep and helpless “Ahh fuck, fuck, you’re taking it.”

you didn’t let up. your hands grabbed his thighs now, holding him, nails digging in as he started to really fuck your mouth. the pace built up, your spit dribbling down your chin, his cock driving in and out. your jaw ached, your throat burned and you loved it

he was so deep now you could feel him. he twitched inside your mouth then froze, just for a moment, gasping

one hand still buried in your hair, the other going to his throat

the silk of the bow tie. tight, too tight now as he fiddled with it, tugging at the knot, not undoing it, just pulling gently. the black bow twisted beneath his nervous fingers, while you took his cock

“f-fuck, you’re still. why are you still-?” he stammered, he was torn between pleasure and panic

you sucked harder, sliding deeper, your hand pumping the base, and when he made that high little gasp “Ahh!” you knew he felt it everywhere. you pulled back just enough to speak, your breath hot against his slick cock, lips brushing the head as you cooed, “It’s so fucking big, min su. you know that, don’t you?”

his eyes widened, mouth falling open “I-I don’t..”

“too big for my throat” you whispered, licking up the underside slowly “but I’m gonna take all of it.”

a helpless noise left him, somewhere between a moan and a sob, and his hand tugged tighter at the bow tie, the knot pressing against his throat now as he tried to breathe through the pleasure. his legs were trembling under your palms, his whole body leaning forward slightly

you wrapped your lips around the head again, tongue swirling, mouth slick and hungry, sucking with slow pressure while your hand stroked the base with long pumps. his cock throbbed under your touch. you could feel him getting close, could taste it salt, musk, precum thick now. you pulled him deeper, humming around him

“s-stop or I’ll…”

one hand was still buried in your hair, the other going to his throat

you didn’t stop. you wanted him to cum, wanted to feel that thick load rush down your throat while he melted above you

“c-cumming, I’m fuck- I’m..”

you braced yourself, eyes locked to his as he cried out, loud and startled “fuuuuckk” and the first twitch of cum hit the back of your throat, thick and he kept cumming, hips jerking forward with every spurt, cock throbbing against your tongue. you swallowed fast, trying not to choke, but there was so much, some of it leaked past your lips, dripping down your chin

mouth sealed tight around his cock, hands holding his trembling thighs in place as he rode it out

his fingers curled tighter in your hair, the other still on his tie, knuckles white as he gripped

you kept your lips around him even as the orgasm faded, sucking gently until he whined “too much, it’s too much.”

you pulled off slowly, lips puffy and shining. a final drop leaked from the tip, and you caught it with your tongue, licking your lips clean as you looked up at him

his face was flushed. his bow tie was twisted and damp with sweat. his shirt stuck to his chest, collar open, mouth still parted like he didn’t know what to say.

RAW ₊˚⊹ᰔ min su x f!reader

smut, first time creampie, non game au

‘close your eyes and let your feels go.”

min su’s hips twitched every time your pussy clenched down on him, the raw feeling of his cock inside you making his thighs tremble beneath yours. his hands gripped your waist, tight and trembling, as you moved slowly

“Ahh fuck” he gasped against your skin, voice trembling, like he couldn’t believe how good it felt, how much better bare skin on skin was. “can feel… everything” he murmured again, this time shakier. his mouth brushed your neck, lips parted, then latched, sucking gently just below your jaw, tongue flicking as he moaned “Mmmnnn…”

“Supposed to” you whispered back, smile curling against the side of his face as your hand ran soothing strokes down his back, tracing the dimples near the base “this is what it’s meant to feel like.”

he shuddered, his hips bucking up without rhythm as you moved down slowly, your pussy swallowing him again with a squelching squish sound that made both of you groan. his eyes closed shut, lashes dark, lips parted with breathless whimpers

“Fuck baby… you feel so good. so good like this…” he groaned out, “raw like this- wanna keep doing it like this now, yeah?”

you hummed, your smile deepening “Yeah?”

“Mhm… pussy’s so warm… so soft… so wet for me” he rasped, hips starting to lose control beneath you, thrusting little short jolts into your body even as you tried to keep the pace slow. he was too far gone, the feeling too overwhelming. his face warm, neck flushed as he pulled you closer and kissed you desperately

“Already feel like I gotta cum” he laughed breathily, embarrassment in his voice, but it was chased quickly by a deep moan, one that came straight out of his chest when you clenched tighter around him “shit.”

“You gonna cum inside me?” you murmured against his lips, and he groaned loud, hands right on your waist like he was going to lose it right there

you rode him a little harder now, hips slapping softly against his thighs, each stroke having him gasping, clinging, eyes glassy and rolling back every time your pussy clenched around him

“Can’t hold it” he moaned, voice breaking “Shit feels too good. I’m fuck, I’m gonna-”

“fill me up ” you whispered, warm against his ear

min su’s body went rigid the second your words left your lips, his hips stilled mid thrust, cock twitching inside your pussy, his breath catching sharply as his wide, panicked eyes met yours

“w-wait, but what if you get- ” he stammered, voice breaking off in a trembling breath, that worry flickering across his flushed. you could feel the hesitation in him, his muscles tense, chest rising and falling shallowly as if the sheer thought had punched the air out of him

“I won’t” you murmured before he could spiral. your voice was soft, you leaned forward, lips grazing his, tender and coaxing, your fingers stroking through his damp hair “it’s okay. I want this. I want you.”

his eyes half shut, he whimpered into your kiss “I want to baby…” he grunted “Fuck- I want to so bad.”

you rolled your hips just enough to make him twitch again inside you, your pussy gripping his cock with slow squeezes. he groaned, his head falling back against the headband, jaw clenched so tight, those soft sad eyes filled with guilt now even as his hips jerked up involuntarily, grinding into your pussy

“I just… I don’t want you getting pregnant” he choked out, words caught between moans and ragged breaths. “I couldn’t.. shit, what if-”

you kissed the corner of his mouth, one hand slipping down to his chest to press your palm flat over his heartbeat “look at me” you whispered, and he did, eyes searching your face like he was begging for permission “I want you to cum inside me.”

he visibly shuddered, his cock twitching hard within you. his brows furrowed, a broken moan caught in his throat, hips bucking upward as if his body was already choosing for him

“F-fuck…” he breathed, his voice cracking from how badly he wanted it, how close he already was.

“Please” you whispered, rocking your hips just enough so he could feel how soft and ready you were for him “cum inside me.”

his fingers curled into your hips, nails digging in just enough to hurt as he gasped “Shit okay.. okay, okay”

that did it. his whole body jerked beneath you, muscles going tense as he moaned out, loud and desperate. “F-fuck!” his cock twitched inside you, then pulsed hard as thick, warm cum poured into your pussy, his body trembling all over with every spasm. he buried his face in your neck, panting raggedly, whimpering as he came and came, cock still twitching even as you milked him slow and deep

you didn’t stop moving. even after he gasped your name in a broken voice, even as his fingers dug into your hips like he couldn’t take another second of it, you kept rolling your hips gently, loving the way he squirmed under you, overstimulated and dripping

“S-still so hard…” he panted

you could feel his cock twitch again inside you

he was still trembling beneath you, breath coming in short, uneven gasps as his chest rose and fell against yours. his hands clung to your thighs. sweat glistened on his skin, pearling along his collarbones, dripping slowly down the center of his chest. his face was flushed deep, his lips parted as he looked down between your bodies, down to where his cock was still buried in your pussy, twitching faintly inside the warm, dripping mess he’d just spilled into you

“shit…” he hissed between his teeth, as his eyes drank in the sight. his cum was already leaking from your pussy in a thick, white trickle, sliding slowly down around the base of his cock, glistening as it smeared over your folds. his hips jerked involuntarily, like just seeing it made his body twitch all over again

“Look at that” he whispered, awe and disbelief in his voice. his head turned slightly like he couldn’t bear to keep staring or else he might lose his mind, but his eyes kept coming back, locked onto the place where your bodies were joined“First time cumming in you… fuck… so much…”

you could feel it too. his cum warm and heavy inside you, seeping out with every little movement, every twitch of your hips. you clenched down around him just to tease, and he groaned through clenched teeth, eyes closing as his cock gave a weak throb in response

“You’re gonna get pregnant” he said, half joking, half serious. he looked at your messy, used pussy and his jaw tightened again, like he was trying to process the overwhelming reality that he was still inside you, his cum dripping out of you, bare and raw

“Got what I wanted though” you murmured, leaning down to kiss him, slow and sweet, your lips pressed against his, he kissed you back soflty, his mouth moving lazily against yours, still catching his breath, still dazed from his orgasm

“Gonna cum in you every time now” he said as the kiss broke, his voice low, still panting, still. there was no hesitation in him anymore

his bangs clung to his damp forehead, sticking in messy strands as he looked up at you with those big, sweet, sad eyes. his pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips red and kiss bruised. you could see how even after cumming that hard, even with his cock softening inside you, he still wanted to stay right there. stay inside.

“Can feel it all… everything” he murmured again, a little breathless laugh bubbling up as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down fully against him, chest to chest “You’re so warm…”

he pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek, nuzzling into you like he didn’t want to ever be apart again

“I’m serious” he added softly, a little shy “Every time. no more condoms. I don’t care. I want it like this.” his voice was almost pleading now “I want you. All of you.”

and you could feel his cock twitching again slow, needy already starting to harden back up inside your cum slick pussy.