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Going through a break-up during “Space Week” may have been a blessing in disguise. You spent most of your Friday night and Saturday morning locked up in your classroom blasting a “hot girl vibes” playlist you randomly found on Spotify, while crying (sobbing) into a mixture of papier-mache goop. You really only went home to sleep, and even then, you had only managed a few hours.
You had been with Brett for a year, had discussed moving in together, and maybe even marrying each other. He ended it with a simple text, right in the middle of your workday on Friday, that read:
“I think we need some space from each other right now. I need time to figure stuff out with myself. I'm sorry.”
He didn't even have the decency to call you. Explain himself. Respond to any of the messages you sent back. You were, justifiably, devastated.
That's how you ended up making “planets” on your classroom floor with the intention of having your students decorate them for the week your school dedicated to teaching the kids about space.
Your crashout was interrupted by a stop to your music when your phone screen lit up and the familiar tune of your ringtone started playing. Your heart leapt thinking it was Brett, before it sank slightly at the image of your brother on the screen.
Using the knuckle on your pinky, you slid the red phone button across the screen to deny the call. He called back immediately, and you sighed before picking up and putting it on speaker.
“What?” You asked, more harshly than you intended, trying to conceal the edge to your voice from the crying you had been doing off and on for hours now.
“The fuck is up with you?” Ben asked immediately as a response to your hostility.
“Nothing. What do you want? I'm busy.” You needed to end the call quickly before you started crying again.
“You coming to dinner tomorrow?” He asked, almost absently, like he was temporarily distracted. You heard a familiar voice distantly yell out a “hello,” followed by your name. Johnny.
“Hello,” you responded quietly before sighing in frustration. “Um, probably not. I have, um, some stuff I have to do.”
“What stuff? Anything you need help with?” Ben asked, saying a quiet thank you to someone on the other line, before you heard a bag crinkle.
It took you a second to respond. You closed your eyes and tilted your head up towards the ceiling. Your throat was tight, and you sniffed back the tears. “No,” you choked out. “Nothing you can help with.”
He paused. It was long. He said your name quietly. “Are you okay?”
You let out a shuddering sob. You were not okay. “Fuck, Ben,” you exclaimed, fully crying and partially exasperated at him asking.
“Shit, I'm sorry,” Ben said, his voice a little panicked. “Do you need anything?”
“No-I-No.” You got out, wiping your eyes with your t-shirt sleeve. “I'll be okay.”
Another long pause and muffled talking on the other end. “Don't be mad,” Ben said.
“Ben, what the fuck-”
“I don't know what's wrong. You don't have to tell me until you're ready. But… I sent Johnny with a pick-me-up.” Ben stated, causing you to immediately groan. You did not need Johnny seeing you looking like an absolute wreck, not that he hadn’t seen you have a full meltdown before; it was just embarrassing to have anyone see you like this.
“God damnit, Ben. I look like a fucking mess right now. I'm elbow fucking deep in papier-mache!” You exclaimed, angrily slapping a piece of shredded, slopped-up newspaper to a balloon.
“Not crying anymore, though. Love ya, sis. See you tomorrow.” Ben said quickly before hanging up the phone.
Your music filtered back in, and you sat and stared at the mess in front of you. You did stop crying, and you were pissed, but the anger died out quickly. You would get to see your best friend, and you guessed that was a plus.
You made an effort to have family dinners on Sundays at the Baxter Building to actually see your family since you lived across town. Brett was never the biggest fan of you going over there on your own. You had many fights regarding it, and especially about your relationship with Johnny. Brett was jealous about how close the two of you were, and it did make some of those dinners very awkward when you showed up fuming. This is why you attended fewer and fewer of them, opting to appease Brett and avoid the inevitable argument. Whenever he brought up Johnny, you would always hit Brett back with him spending extra hours at the office, alone, with his female coworker. You'd met her at a Christmas party last December, and you saw the familiarity she had touched him with.
Fuck. Maybe this was for the best… you'd seen each other less and less. You hadn't even had sex for… months now. You couldn't even remember the last time you stayed over at his apartment. He never liked staying at yours. Claiming it was in a shitty part of town. He always complained about you living there, as if you had much of a choice on a teacher's salary. Hence, what had prompted the last argument. You brought up moving in with him (again), since he hated where you lived so much. He hung up on you after saying you were too emotional to have that conversation right then and that he had to get back to work. It had been 10:00 pm, and there wasn't that much work to do at a law firm that had the normal operating hours of 9 to 5.
The arguments and every interaction played back in your head on repeat. Maybe you were the problem. Maybe you asked for too much… you groaned at yourself and angrily slapped another strip of newspaper to a balloon.
Johnny arrived not very long after Ben hung up the phone. You were very aggressively slapping newspaper scraps to balloons, muttering to yourself like a crazy person. You were definitely elbow deep in papier-mache, and he chuckled to himself before lightly knocking on the ajar door of your classroom and pushing it open. You quickly looked up at the noise, mouth open slightly as if surprised he was there.
Your eyes were red-rimmed, hair up in the messiest bun, paint-stained sweats hung loosely on your hips, and a big dye-stained T-shirt on, hunched over a goop bin on the ground. The definition of a mess. Johnny still thought you looked amazing. You could make a trash bag look good. “Special Delivery for the most beautiful woman in the universe.” He said with a grin on his face, holding up a paper bag full of your favorite cookies.
A smile grew on your lips when you looked at him, tired. “You’re amazing,” You said quietly, grabbing a paper towel next to you and wiping your hands off the best you could.
“No need to get up, I'll come to you,” Johnny stated, raising a hand before making his way to you and sitting across from you on the floor, art supplies separating you two.
“You really didn't need to fly over here in such a rush,” you remarked, crossing your legs and leaning forward, closer to him. You were careful not to mess up your hard work.
“Oh, but I did. A damsel in distress? Crying for an unknown reason. I definitely had to get here as fast as I could. Plus, express delivery is always best for fresh, warm treats,” he remarked with a shrug and a smile on his face. He would burn himself out to get to you for any reason, especially if you were upset.
You laughed tiredly and shook your head. “I do have to finish the planets before I do anything else, if you'd like to keep me company?”
“I'll do more than keep you company. I'm here as your personal assistant for the rest of the day, as long as there are no Human Torch-related emergencies,” he responded, taking his denim jacket off and pushing it to the side.
“Well, lucky for you, this is very self-explanatory. Just dip the paper in and slap it on the balloons. I've already done most of them.” You said, voice cheering up a little as you got back to work.
“You got it, boss,” Johnny said with a salute, before copying your actions.
You both worked in comfortable silence, music playing lowly. “So… what's eating you up?” Johnny asked after a while, looking up at you, gauging your reactions. You sighed, and your throat tightened again. Thinking about it hurt, but why? It's not like it was the best relationship. You shouldn't be this upset about it.
Just like with Ben, it took you a moment to respond. “Brett.” You finally got out, trying to avoid Johnny’s gaze. He's been your best friend since high school, seen you break down more than once over a guy. You thought Brett was different, despite your problems, and that's probably why you thought it hurt more.
“Take your time,” Johnny said slowly, distracting himself with the planet-making process. Johnny never liked Brett. Johnny never liked anyone you dated, really. No one was ever going to be good enough to have you. You were beyond perfect in his eyes, and Brett definitely didn't deserve you crying over him, considering Brett was an asshole, and Johnny might actually hate Brett, not just dislike him.
“He texted me saying he needed space, basically breaking up with me without saying it,” you said, tears slipping down your face again.
“He what?” Johnny asked, fully in disbelief, voice deceptively calm. What the fuck was this guy's problem?
“Yeah, he hasn't responded to any of my texts or calls either,” you sighed, furiously wiping the tears away again, trying not to smear goop on yourself.
Johnny said your name and grasped your hands in his, not caring about your messy hands. “You deserve so much better than that,” he said firmly, his brow furrowed. He was simmering with barely contained rage. He was sure you saw the flames flicker behind his eyes and the warmth that radiated off of him.
You looked away from him and stared at the wall for a moment before responding. “I-I know… I just thought this would be different; we were just talking about moving in together last month, you know, I told you. But then he got really distant, staying late at work. Making up excuses to not call or text me back… I thought maybe I did something wrong…”
“He's in the wrong here. Not you. He needed to communicate with you, and he didn't,” Johnny responded, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
“I don't know, maybe I rushed things…” You trailed off, squeezing Johnny’s hands subconsciously, anxious.
“No. A year is a perfectly reasonable amount of time to suggest moving in together,” he said firmly. What Johnny really wanted to say was that Brett was a fucking coward who definitely wasn't ready for the kind of commitment you wanted, and instead of just saying that to you, he took the easiest way out he could and fucking dumped you over text. His blood was boiling at this point. What Johnny ended up saying, though, was something way more pleasant.
“A guy who dumps you over text doesn't deserve the energy you're giving him.”
“He was probably-”
“No more excuses for him.” Johnny interrupted. You looked at him quickly and opened your mouth to respond, but closed it when you saw the intensity of Johnny’s gaze. The fire, anger, there, not at you, at Brett.
“Okay.” You said quietly, looking down at your lap.
“Hey, how about we do something fun tonight. Cheer you up a bit,” Johnny suggested, using the back of his hand to tilt your face up to look at him. He needed to do something to make you feel better. He couldn’t stand seeing you upset. “I was going out anyway tonight with a couple of buddies of mine. You already know Peter and MJ, but the others are friendly. You’re coming out with me. Can't say no to free drinks and a good time, right?”
You nodded, thinking about his offer for a moment. “Free drinks are enticing.” You said with a smile. “But I have to get this done first.”
“Not a problem since you have me helping you,” Johnny said, immediately getting back to work.
Johnny always knew how to cheer you up. Despite the ache that still haunted your chest, a familiar, deeply buried warmth started burning inside you. Fuck, when did Johnny get so handsome? Why did Brett look eerily similar to Johnny… you shook your head. Nope. No, you were not going to entertain those thoughts again. The ones about Johnny and your childish feelings. You just got dumped, that's probably why the feeling came back. Johnny would not be a rebound for you. He was your best friend, not the kind you fuck when you're sad, but the kind you don't want to mess up by introducing feelings.
You got back to work quickly, eager for the distraction.
~~~🔥~~~
You idly tapped on the edge of your glass as you reviewed some final notes for your lesson plan for the week on your laptop. All that was left of your rum and coconut-berry redbull was a slowly melting ice cube and condensation dripping down and settling on your desk.
Being the overly prepared person you were, you had immediately started getting ready to go out with Johnny once you had gotten home late that afternoon. You had to take an “everything” shower, of course, you never know what the night could bring, and better to be prepared for the best-case scenario.
It took an hour after that to pick the perfect outfit. You had spent maybe one too many days attending parties in college and still had some of the outfits hidden deep in your closet. You’d settled for the most revealing top you could find. A black shimmery, low-cut halter top that loosely hung on your upper body with a gold chain around the neck and the waist to keep it in place. You may have also put on some nipple covers and clothing tape to keep it in place where you wanted it. Didn’t need the girls fully exposed tonight, just enough to be enticing.
Paired with the top was your nicest pair of ass-accentuating high-waisted jeans and some simple black stilettos. You styled your hair up with a big hair clip and left some strands down around your face to frame it, cute but still a little sexy. Saving make-up for last, you decided to go simple with it; waterproof mascara and some plumping gloss were the final touches.
That's how you found yourself with time to enjoy a drink and do something productive (work) until a knock sounded on your door. You hurried over to it and practically flung it open, noting that Johnny was perfectly on time. He openly gaped at you, eyes trailing up your form and landing on your face. A grin grew on his lips. “I didn’t think I would be taking a goddess out on the town tonight, I would have dressed better.”
“I will never be nearly as hot standing next to you, flame boy,” You responded, moving aside and letting him step into your apartment. He looked amazing. He always looked amazing. He had on a black t-shirt tucked into white slacks and his jean jacket he’s had since high school. You’d worn it enough over the years to recognize it, a little frayed but still stylish. You shut the door behind him and went back to your desk to save your work before shutting the laptop down. You checked your phone and made sure you had your wallet attached to the back with your ID and credit card. That was all you were going to need for the night.
You hadn’t noticed, but he had a brown bag in his hand that was suspiciously bottle-shaped. “Johnny, are we pregaming? Is that why you said be ready by six?” You asked with a smirk growing on your lips.
“Drinks are expensive at the place they wanted to go,” Johnny shrugged, pulling out a bottle of vodka and handing it over to you. An excuse, really. He just wanted to spend some alone time with you before going out.
“Splurged for Titos,” you laughed, grabbing the bottle and two shot glasses. Johnny noticed your bracelet and grabbed your arm.
“You're wearing it again,” he commented, moving your arm up to show a silver-chained bracelet matching the one on his wrist.
“I don't remember when I stopped, honestly. I think Brett and I got into a fight over it. He was jealous of… our friendship. I don't know. It doesn't matter really,” you said, pulling your arm away and pouring two shots. You handed one to Johnny. He had a weird look on his face that you couldn't quite place, but it faded when he looked at you again.
“Well, to the future then,” he said, holding his glass up to you. You clinked it to his with a smile.
“To moving on,” you stated. Both of you downed the shot. You coughed lightly at the burn and fanned your face. “Fuck, it's been a long time since I've done shots.”
“Well, that's hopefully the first of many tonight,” he laughed, patting you on the back. His hand was warm against your skin, and you had to suppress a shudder.
“You seem to be a professional now, Johnny. You took it like a champ,” you quipped. “I remember in high school you used to sputter and cough.”
“Well, I've gotten used to a little burn,” he smirked, grabbing the bottle and pouring you both another.
“You can say that again,” you laughed, tipping the glass up to your lips and knocking it back. It went down easier.
“So, we're playing a game, right? First to lose takes the extra shot?” Johnny asked, moving towards the cabinet where you held your board games.
“Oh, you're on,” you responded, watching as he pulled out Uno. He sat on your couch on one side, and you sat on the other, using the middle cushion as your battleground.
He dealt the cards, and you took yours into your hands. “Regular rules or are we fucking each other over?”
“You know I like the more fun option,” he quipped, a smirk on his face as he waited for you to flip the first card over on the deck. “Ladies first.”
You rolled your eyes and flipped the card. Yellow six.
The game went by quickly, with you taking a miserable defeat and having twenty cards left in your hand. “You definitely cheated,” you laughed, pushing his shoulder lightly as he put the cards back in the box. “You just wanted me to get extra drunk tonight.”
“Hey, I promised a good time tonight. Only trying to deliver on that,” he responded, putting the game away and filling up your shot glass. He handed it over to you, and you only pouted a little bit. He thought it was adorable. “Bottoms up, baby.”
You shook your head and swallowed it down. He stared at you for a moment, trying to commit you to memory. Your face was a little flushed, and you blinked up at him with your big eyes. You were so fucking pretty, he could just kiss you. He really wanted to say fuck going out and keep you here to himself, but he wanted to make sure you had a good time tonight.
He took your shot glass from your outstretched hand and placed it on the counter next to the bottle in the kitchen. “Do you think I should change shoes? I don’t want to break my ankle going out tonight,” you commented, moving your foot around. They were open-toed and showed off the fresh polish you did.
“They look good on you,” he said, standing in front of you and holding his hand out to help you up off the couch. “Plus, you've got me to hold onto tonight. I'll make sure you don’t fall.”
“Unless it's into your arms?” You asked teasingly, taking his hand and standing.
“I'll only let you fall there,” he said with a wink before pulling out his phone and opening a ride-share app. He ordered one and escorted you outside to wait. You made sure to lock the door with the key to your apartment that Johnny had on his keychain.
You chatted with him the entire ride over. It was casual and nice and reminded him of the times before your boyfriends, when it was just the two of you. You could talk about anything with him, and he would find it interesting. You realized you missed this. Just being able to talk. Just… him. You missed having Johnny in your life, and you felt a little bad for putting him on the back burner.
Before you knew it, the car pulled up to the club, and Johnny said a thank you to the driver as he helped you out. “Wow, when you said expensive, you meant expensive,” you commented, eyes going wide at the elaborate entrance of the building.
“Joaquin has some expensive tastes. Dude is from Miami,” Johnny laughed, holding his arm out to you so you could grab on. He escorted you up to the bouncer standing guard; an employee next to him was checking a list on a tablet.
“Two for Storm,” Johnny said confidently, before he gave you a quick smile.
“You're on the list, have a great night, Mr. and Mrs. Storm,” the employee said with a smile, opening the door for you.
Your face heated, and Johnny had to hold back a laugh. “I didn't know we got married in the car. I must have missed the ceremony,” you said, nudging him in the rib.
“Forgot the ring at home, my bad,” Johnny laughed, moving you through the crowd to the usual table his friends sat at.
It was a really fancy place. It had a dark and sultry vibe. There were disco balls all along the roof of the dance floor area, all at varying heights. It made it seem like stars were sparkling along the floor when the lights changed color. Along the edges of the walls were raised half-circle booths with small tables in the center. Below those were some strategically placed plush couches and chairs for people to lounge on.
Along the whole back wall was a bar. It was lit up lowly, with fixtures set into the walls to make it look like the liquor bottles were glowing different neon colors. The music reverberated through you as you passed a speaker; your heart rate increased to match the rhythm. Johnny leaned in close to your ear and detoured to the bar. “Drink first?” He asked.
You nodded and leaned up next to his ear. “Yes, please,” you breathed. You swore he shuddered, but he seemed to recover quickly if he did.
Johnny ordered your favorite drink for you. Of course, he remembered; he always remembered your favorites. You clinked your drinks together before making your way to a booth in the far corner. You actually recognized all Johnny's friends. You hadn't officially met Bob, but Joaquin, you met at one of the Fantastic Four galas over the summer, and he actually offered to come in as a guest visitor sometime during the year for your class.
“Johnny!” Peter said loudly, followed by your name when he saw you, scooting out of the booth with MJ when both of you got closer.
You let go of Johnny’s arm to give MJ a hug and Peter a side hug. Gotta stay respectful. “It's so great to see you guys! It's been what, like a year since that science conference?”
“That sounds about right,” MJ said before looking to Peter, who nodded in confirmation. “What brings you out? Are you still with that guy Johnny hates?”
“Hates?” You look over at Johnny with a lifted brow. He looked a little flustered.
“I never said hates. You're putting words in my mouth, MJ,” He said casually with a shrug.
You shook your head and turned back to MJ. “He broke up with me over text. Johnny offered to take me out to cheer me up.” You didn't want to cry, so you took another drink to add to your already dulled senses.
“Oh, that's really fucked,” Joaquin commented from the booth before scooting out with Bob.
A nervous laugh bubbled from your lips. “I'd rather not think about it tonight, honestly.”
“Fair enough,” Joaquin said. He turned to Bob. “Oh shit, you guys haven't met.”
You held out a hand to Bob, who ignored it and pulled you in for a hug. “Really sorry about your loss, we will get you super fucked up tonight.” He patted your back before pulling away. “Joaquin and I will be right back.”
“I, um, okay,” you laughed and stared at them as they walked towards the bar.
“Bob's an interesting guy. Super friendly and really nice though,” Peter said, covering his mouth with his hand to suppress a laugh.
“Well, now that we have introductions done,” Johnny stated, motioning to the booth as he said your name. “Hop up. I'll make sure you don't eat shit.”
You rolled your eyes with a smile and took his outstretched hand as he helped you scoot into the middle of the booth. MJ and Peter slid in next to you, so you were sandwiched between MJ and Johnny.
Johnny had his arm slung over your shoulder casually as the four of you chatted about some new deep-space photos that NASA released from the James Webb Telescope.
“I'm really excited to show the kids this week! It's amazing seeing what's out there, ya know?” you gushed, subconsciously scooting closer into Johnny’s warmth as you took another sip of your drink.
“It's good to have teachers who are actually interested in the subjects they teach. Usually it's reading from powerpoints and shit now,” MJ said, eyes narrowing when she saw Bob and Joaquin returning with a tray of drinks.
“You guys talking about nerd stuff?” Bob asked as he set the tray down.
“I wouldn't use that term,” Peter said, grabbing one of the clear-looking shots. “Considering five out of the six of us do scientific stuff for a living.”
“Whoa, don’t group me in there, I kick butt as the Falcon now,” Joaquin stated, tone offended. “I did science stuff in the past.”
“You were literally in the Air Force and military intelligence. How much more scientific do you need to get?” MJ asked, grabbing one of the multi-layered shots.
“Toche, but that's not my life anymore,” he shrugged, pulling a greenish shot from the stack of at least twenty.
“Hey Bob, what is all of this?” You asked, carefully taking a milky red colored shot. Johnny grabbed a blue one.
“Oh yeah, you haven't played before,” Bob said, his voice kind as he explained. “Whenever I'm the designated driver, I make these guys drink random shots. The bartender hates me, but I think it's funny watching your faces.”
You blanched and looked at Johnny, who was trying really hard not to laugh. “Should I be scared?” You asked, smelling your shot. It didn't smell bad.
“Very much so. Also, once you grab it, you can't put it back, you have to drink it,” Joaquin included, putting his shot up in the middle of the table, everyone clinking their shots together, minus Bob, who just smiled and watched in interest.
“Bottoms up,” Johnny said with a grin before shooting his and twisting his face up in disgust. You followed suit and hummed in delight. It tasted like strawberries and cream.
Peter fully choked on his, MJ had an unaffected neutral expression, and Joaquin looked at his in confusion. Bob just laughed.
“Bob. Black licorice. Really?” Peter asked, taking a large swig of his other drink to get the taste out of his mouth.
“Oh, you got the Sambuca,” Bob smiled, sipping on his soda.
“Mine was just straight up blue curacao, Bob. What the fuck?” Johnny said, turning his shot glass upside-down on the tray.
“Mine was good. Tasted like strawberries and cream,” you shrugged with a smile.
“Lucky, mine was bad,” MJ said, copying Johnny. “It was like some banana thing.”
“Ah, Bazooka Joe!” Bob laughed, clapping his hands together. “I actually really like that one.”
“You would,” MJ retorted.
“You didn't even flinch, though. I would have thought you liked it,” you said, pushing her arm gently.
“This happens at least once a month with these fools. I've gotten used to their concoctions. Usually it's something we do back at the apartment,” MJ responded, a hint of a smile on her face.
Bob turned to Joaquin, who seemed to still be trying to figure out what the flavor of his was. “Something with that melon liquor. I have no clue how to describe it, but it was good.” Joaquin finally said, a smile on his face.
This went on until all the shots were gone. You all had about three each, and you were definitely feeling the effects. You were very giggly, especially if Johnny said anything even remotely funny. Bob picked up on that quickly and urged everyone out of the booth to dance.
MJ adamantly refused but swayed on the side of the dance floor with Peter, who also had no interest in the crowd of people under the disco balls. You, on the other hand, were very much down to dance with the boys.
The songs blended seamlessly into each other as they transitioned to the next upbeat track. A song with Hispanic undertones came on that got Joaquin especially excited; you were pretty certain it was Bad Bunny. “Ah shit, this is my jam!” He exclaimed, doing a slight salsa in the tight space between bodies. You and Johnny hyped him and Bob up as Bob tried to mimic Joaquin's moves.
“Fuck yeah, Bob, you got it!” You excitedly said as he got the move down. Your hips hadn't really stopped moving as you moved your feet in small motions, trying very hard not to stumble in your heels in your drunken state. You were also trying to mimic Joaquin's movements, adding a little more hip and arms.
“There you go! You got it, Mami,” Joaquin said with a laugh and a shared look with Bob, who was now shooting a massive grin towards Johnny.
Johnny's hands hadn't left your body as he danced behind you, definitely not taking the opportunity to admire what your jeans did to your ass. His hands stayed on your hips and occasionally your waist. He was very warm, bordering on hot, the alcohol only adding to the heat. To you, it burned in the most delicious way.
He was mostly holding onto you to keep you upright, but also to keep a semblance of distance between you and him, as you had gotten close to grinding against him a few too many times.
Not that he would complain, but he didn't think he had the mental ability at the moment to stop himself from enjoying it a little too much, or too noticeably.
Johnny looked up and caught the grin Bob was giving him, and he flushed slightly. He’d noticed where Johnny’s gaze had definitely been lingering. A song you enjoyed came on, and you quickly turned towards Johnny, only mildly stumbling as you bounced a little to the beat, hands resting on his chest. You were making it very difficult for Johnny to keep his eyes on your face. His eyes flicked to Joaquin and Bob who were giving him thumbs up and pointing towards the bar, indicating that they were going to give you a moment to yourselves.
Johnny's friends knew how much he liked you, probably more than he was realistically going to admit to anyone, even his friends. He was honestly a little ecstatic when you agreed to go out tonight, but never in his dreams had he thought this would be the outcome. You were radiant, so fucking beautiful he couldn't help pulling you closer as a slightly more sensual, slower song started playing.
You moved your hands higher up his chest and rested them behind his neck. The two of you swayed to the song, one of his hands pressing your hips closer to his while the other played with the cold chain that hung low on your back, keeping your top in place. No words were needed between the two of you; there was no denying the attraction there. Your eyes said everything Johnny needed to know, but he wasn't going to act on it, not in a crowd of people or with his friends nearby.
“Friends don't touch each other like this,” you said lowly, staring into his eyes before slowly lowering to his lips.
“I would say friends don't look at each other the way we are.” He responded, eyes equally as fixated on your lips.
“I really wanna kiss you,” you blurted out, cheeks flushing more than they already were at your sudden confession.
“I know, baby. But, you gotta wait until I get you home, and we're a little more sober. Okay?” He responded, a smile on his face as he brushed some of your hair behind your ear. A cute pout crossed your face, but you nodded.
“Okay,” you relented, falling back in a sway as the music picked back up again. Your intoxicated brain needed to change the topic; otherwise, you were going to act on your words. “I'm really enjoying myself. Thank you for taking me out tonight.”
“Of course. I'll do whatever to make you happy, you know that.” He responded, swaying with you to the rhythm. His eyes sparkled with the flashing lights, and they mesmerized you. It was like looking at twinkling stars in the sky. Everything felt a little fuzzy and far away, but you couldn't stop looking at Johnny like he was your universe.
“We should go back to the table and get some water or something in us,” Johnny said, watching your face with amusement. He was very much not sober, but he wasn't nearly as far gone as you were. All you could do was nod before you both started dancing your way back through the crowd to your table, his hand never leaving yours.
You leaned against the table abruptly and looked at everyone with a smile on your face. “You guys are so great.” You said cheerfully, still holding onto Johnny like a lifeline.
“Are you having a good time, chica?” Joaquin asked, leaning his face against his hand on the table to see you better. His eyes were squinted a bit like he was trying really hard to focus.
“So much! But I'm absolutely starving,” you said with a laugh, looking towards Johnny.
“I think that means obligatory fast food run after this,” MJ said, holding her index finger up and pointing it at Bob.
“I'll close the tab out,” Johnny said, then kissed the top of your head. “I'll be right back, don't stumble for anyone else while I'm gone.”
You nodded with a grin on your face before turning back to the group. Bob and Joaquin had knowing smirks on their faces, and Peter looked a little shocked. “That's interesting,” Peter commented, taking the last drink of the beer he had.
“What do you mean?” You asked obliviously. Your brain was processing a little slowly, and it took a moment to register the show of affection. Johnny was always a little extra… touchy with you. But it never went beyond hugs or subtle touches. He never kissed you; he knew where the line was. You touched the top of your head lightly.
“Johnny is never affectionate like that, with people he brings out.” Bob shrugged, as if what was being implied should have been obvious to your intoxicated brain.
“Oh,” was all you said, grip on the table tightening to keep you from wobbling. “But he like… doesn't bring those people out often, right?”
“Oh no. Though it is rare that we see the same girl twice. But it's been, what, like three months or something like that since he mentioned a date?” Joaquin responded, leaning back against the booth before looking to Peter for confirmation.
“I think you're right,” Peter responded.
“He was really sad last month,” MJ said, playing with the straw in her cup. Her words were a little slurred. “Mentioned some girl wanting to move in with her boyfriend or something.”
“I was surprised when he texted us this morning asking about going out,” Peter said casually, before tilting his head towards the approaching Johnny. You didn't get a chance to ask for clarification on what MJ said; the implication and subtext were a little sobering, but you pushed the feelings down.
“My ears were burning, you guys talking shit?” Johnny asked with a grin, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Always,” Peter responded quickly, moving out of the booth and helping MJ down.
“So I have a really small car, so you guys are gonna have to make it work with lap sitting,” Bob said, pushing Joaquin until he got out of the booth, albeit a little wobbly.
“That's fine, nothing we're not used to,” Johnny shrugged, giving your waist a small squeeze.
~~~🔥~~~
You and MJ were laughing at the annoyed looks Peter and Johnny had on their faces. You had the great suggestion that Johnny sit on Peter's lap and MJ sit on yours. It made it way less awkward, and Bob thought it was hilarious. Joaquin was blasting Karol G over the shitty stereo system and singing along to only the Spanish parts of the songs. Definitely chaotic, but it was fun and you couldn't stop smiling.
Bob stopped at the nearest place he could think of that would be fast and easy to feed five drunk idiots. “There is a taco place nearby that's awesome, we're stopping there,” Bob said, making his way towards the location and parking. It was a hole-in-the-wall Mexican joint, but it smelled delightful from the sidewalk. Definitely drunk people at one AM food.
Being the only sober one, Bob ordered for everyone. He made sure to include what he called “white people tacos” for Peter. He also ordered water for everyone so that “you all don't die” from the alcohol.
“God, this is amazing,” Joaquin groaned, practically shoving the whole taco in his mouth.
“It is really good, great choice, Bob,” Peter agreed, squeezing a lime over his.
“How'd you find this place?” You asked, sipping your water in between bites of food.
“I like to take mental health walks, and I stumbled upon it,” he shrugged. “It reminded me of places I went when I was practically living on the streets. Ya know, drug addiction is a real problem in Florida.”
“Oh shit, I'm sorry,” you said, almost dropping your food in surprise. “I'm glad you're doing better. I grew up in a bad household, and I definitely know the feeling of looking for a cheap meal.”
“Ah, I’m much better, I would say. These guys help a lot. Also, didn’t mean to bring the vibes down,” he said a little sheepishly.
“Aw, Bob, we will always be the Florida boys,” Joaquin said, squeezing his shoulder tightly. “Speaking of, have you seen the Bob Florida man video?”
“Which one?” You asked, suddenly very interested. Bob seemed to shrink down a bit, embarrassed at Joaquin bringing this up again.
“Oh God,” Bob groaned as Joaquin pulled the video up on his phone and faced it towards you. Johnny leaned in next to you, clearly interested too. It was a younger-looking Bob filming himself from the top of a cell tower, phone held out in front of his face to show his location. There were police waiting at the bottom, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the ground. You could faintly hear a megaphone in the background asking him to come down from the tower. Bob muttered something about just trying to get a better view of the city before making his way down. The video switched to the body cam footage of the incident.
The cop asked some basic questions before he asked in an amused tone, “You made it all the way to the top?”
Bob shrugged and responded, “Yeah.”
“That's pretty crazy.” The cop responded. There was a short pause. “So you know I have to arrest you, right?”
“Oh yeah, for sure,” Bob responded, turning so the cop could handcuff him.
The video ended after that.
“That's honestly amazing, just free climbing a cell tower,” you laughed and shook your head.
“Meth does make people do stupid stuff,” Bob shrugged. “Honestly, he was the chillest cop I interacted with.”
The idle chatter continued, and the group finished all the food Bob had ordered. “I don't know about you guys, but I'm wiped,” Peter said, stretching.
“You have a grandpa's sleep schedule that's why,” Johnny laughed, lightly running his fingers up and down your spine. It was definitely subconscious on his part, but it made you shiver.
“Alright, kids, let's pack back into the clown car,” Joaquin stated, gathering the trash and throwing it out.
You all piled back in the same way you were before. Luckily, your apartment was a few blocks away, and you and Johnny were able to get out first.
“Thank you for the night and the ride!” You said waving. “I'll be sure to join the next get-together. Don't worry!”
Johnny rolled his eyes at the obscene gestures the boys were making towards him as you turned your back to them to walk into the building. Johnny flipped them off before following you.
You lived on the third floor, and the walk up the stairs felt longer than usual. You didn't know if it was the anticipation of what could come from the rest of the night or if you were purposefully walking slower so the night wouldn't end. God, you hoped it didn't end at your doorway.
There was a pause as you waited for Johnny to fish his keys out of his pocket and select yours. He unlocked it for you and pushed the door open. It creaked slightly, and you took a careful step inside, shifting your body to face him.
“So…” you said slowly, looking up at him with fluttering lashes. “Do you want to come in?”
“Yeah.” He breathed, stepping in and closing the door behind him.
The door hadn't even been closed for a second before he had maneuvered your body against it. Trapping you there with his arms, warmth radiated off of him, heating your chilled skin. He was waiting for you to tell him to stop, that it was too much, too fast. But fuck, he needed to taste your lips. Feel every part of you. He’d been thinking about it all night. It was driving him crazy.
He said your name, low and husky, and you whimpered. You didn't know someone saying your name could turn you on that much. “I need to kiss you, please, can I?” He asked, begged, one hand had moved to the side of your face, the other to your hip that he pulled closer to his.
You nodded, eyes slowly dragging between his eyes and lips.
“Need you to say it, baby.” He breathed, staring at your parted lips. You looked so needy. He hadn't even truly done anything, and you already looked wrecked for him.
“Fuck-Johnny, please… I need you to kiss me,” you whined, gripping the front of his jacket like it was keeping you from drowning.
He pressed his lips to yours slowly. Taking in the feeling of you. It was a split-second decision. He thought about absolutely devouring you, but this, gentle, soft, full of every deeply hidden emotion, was better.
You melted into him completely. A small whimper left your mouth when he pulled you closer to him, cradled your face to deepen the kiss, tongues meeting in a slow, practiced dance as if you'd done this together thousands of times. Second nature.
Without breaking the kiss, he moved his hands down to your waist. He lifted one of your legs to hook around his hip. You understood his intention and hopped to wrap your other leg around. Using the door and Johnny’s hands as leverage to keep you upright. Wrapped firmly in his arms, he slowly made his way over to your couch, where he sat down on the edge, letting you adjust your legs to be able to straddle his lap.
He leaned back fully, breaking the kiss to look at you for a moment, to breathe and sear the memory into his head as if this was the only moment he would get to see you this way. Your eyes were lidded and staring at him, chest heaving, parted lips red and a little swollen. He lifted his hand to your cheek, thumb hovering over your lip before he touched it. Soft. Plump. His mouth opened slightly when he dragged it down, and it bounced back.
You took his other hand that had been on your back and moved it to your waist. His thumb brushed the underside of your breast, just barely, from under your loose top.
Your hips ground into his, slow, purposeful. He was going to lose his mind. You were going to make him lose it. Maybe he already had because he was operating on pure instinct now. He moved his hand to the back of your head and crashed your lips to his in an eager kiss, all tongues, teeth, and need. His hand on your waist moved to your hip, gripping hard, helping you roll yourself into him.
A high-pitched moan tumbled from your lips between kisses when you felt how hard he was. For you. Because of you. Even through the layers of clothing, you felt him. You wouldn't kid yourself. You were a little desperate for the touches, the friction, the heat. It had been so long since someone touched you like this, not just purely out of lust, but something more. Your hips picked up the pace, just slightly, but you were selfishly chasing your high. Your jeans were pressing just right into you, and it felt so good. This felt so good, more intoxicating than the alcohol you’d been drinking all night.
Johnny was eating up everything you gave him like a man starved. The kisses, the humping, the way you gripped his shoulder tighter when his hand squeezed your ass. Every little noise that left your lips was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. He noticed every little thing about you. The way your hips increased speed, your shuddering breath, the way your mouth became sloppier while kissing him. Holy shit. Realization struck him. You were gonna cum. You were so close, and he was going to help you get there even if it killed him.
He let you lead, let you do whatever you needed. “Johnny,” you breathed into him. Low, a warning. “I-I'm-”
“I know, sweetheart,” he muttered into your mouth as you greedily took everything he was giving you. “Use me.”
You whimpered, strung so tight you could snap at any moment. Johnny said your name again, like before, like a prayer. Begging you to let go. And you did.
A rush of pure euphoria washed over you, and you moaned out Johnny’s name, over and over, as the roll of your hips slowed. His hand still gripped your hip, his other moving over the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. Soothing. Soft. Gentle.
You looked at him, really looked at him as your breathing calmed and the moment settled. That flaming feeling burned inside you, like when you're able to re-light a burned-out candle using the smoke. Emotions bubbled up your throat. You weren't sad, but overwhelmed with all of the feelings that were washing over you. Everything you buried deep and covered up by forcing other men into the slot where Johnny was supposed to go sat at the surface.
Johnny. Who'd been there through every one of your bad moments. The fallout of your parents dying when you and Ben moved in with your aunt and uncle. Your shit behavior and bad habits, the weed, cigarettes, and alcohol. The heartbreaks. The childish love for boys pretending to be men. Your self-destructive behavior that only seemed to stop when you fell into his orbit.
Johnny. Who celebrated every one of your wins. The A on a test. The science decathlon you entered on a whim, and won. Graduating. Getting into a good school.
He'd stood by you through everything. Why? Why did it take you this long to figure it out?
“This isn't… this isn't a rebound or one-night stand or whatever term you want to use for it,” you said quietly. Placing a hand over his heart. “It's more to me.”
“It’s more to me, too.” He said carefully. Placing his hand over yours on his chest. Enveloping it fully. Warm. “We can take it slow. Figure it out. It's been this long, we don't have to rush.” Even if he really wanted to.
“Okay,” you smiled, kissing him on his lips over and over, and then moving to kiss every part of his face. Giggles escaping your lips. He let you with the biggest grin on his face.
“You should do that with that red lipstick you have. Leave kisses all over me,” he said, watching as you leaned back slightly.
“You would look very handsome covered in lipstick kisses,” you said, a smile playing teasingly on your lips.
“And you would look extra pretty in something more comfortable,” he stated, tapping your nose.
“Hmm, you could be right. I do have some of your clothes in a drawer you've left over here if you'd like to stay the night.” You carefully stood, legs a little shaky, but otherwise stable. You held your hand out to help him. He dramatically stood with a groan and your help.
“It would probably be smart to stay. I can always drive you to the Baxter Building in the afternoon, ya know, for family dinner,” he shrugged, still holding onto you as you made your way to the bedroom.
Your apartment was small. One bedroom. The bed took up most of the room, leaving space for a small dresser and a nightstand. You let go of him and let him hover in the doorway as you grabbed out some neatly folded clothing for him.
“You can change wherever. If you'd like to shower, there are spare towels under the sink,” you smiled, pulling out some clothing of your own and placing them on your bed.
Johnny took his stack and made his way to the bathroom. “No sneaking a peek,” you said slyly.
“I'll wait for you to give me a full show next time,” he responded with a grin. You stuck your tongue out at him. He closed the bathroom door.
You both showered and changed. When you were done, he was in your bed, scrolling through his phone.
“You know playing on your phone before bed is bad for you,” you commented, turning the light off in the bedroom. His face was lit up by the screen.
“You do the same thing,” he responded, looking over at you. You crawled into bed beside him, getting under the covers to be closer. He reached over you to put his phone on your nightstand next to yours. He lingered next to your face for a moment before placing a slow kiss on your lips.
“You're too pretty, I couldn't help myself,” he said lowly, lying back onto the pillows.
You laughed lightly. “You don't need excuses to kiss me.”
“Good,” he leaned forward and kissed you again. Just one more. He couldn't get enough.
“Goodnight, Johnny,” you whispered, scooting closer to him.
“Goodnight,” he said your name followed by a kiss to your forehead.
~~~🔥~~~
You fiddled with your key to the door of your apartment, balancing a brown bag full of groceries and a tote bag with papers to grade in your arms. You dropped the key with a curse and bent down to pick it up. You heard your name called from down the hall and nearly jumped out of your skin. Dropping the bag next to your door.
Ice felt like it flooded your veins as you slowly stood, key gripped tightly in your hand. Brett was standing at the end of the hallway, cheap flowers in his hand. You recognized the pink polystyrene. You would get yourself flowers from the shop down the street at least once a month. Something to freshen up your apartment.
He said your name again and slowly approached. You held up your hand, halting his steps. “Don't.” You stated, teeth gritted with anger as you finally got the door to your apartment open. You picked up your groceries and brought them inside before shutting the door behind you. You put the bag on the counter.
A knock. Followed by your name again. Begging you to open the door and talk. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, calming yourself before you opened the door again.
“Whatever you want to say to me. You can't take back what you fucking texted me. You broke up with me. You.” You hissed, blocking the doorway with your body as your hand gripped the door handle, leaving your knuckles white.
“I know. I'm sorry, I just needed to figure myself out-”
“No.” You flatly said, interrupting him. “We-We are done. I should have ended it when you fucked your coworker. But no- you can't figure out your shit in a week, you just wanted an excuse to fuck someone else again. Just like the last time. I'm done, Brett.”
“Please,” he was crying now, a small black box in his hand, he was getting down on his knees.
“Don't you fucking dare. Don't bother contacting me anymore. Don't come back here again. You don't get to dump me over fucking text and expect me to happily accept you trying to propose to me. Are you fucking delusional, Brett?”
He stood up, tears no longer in his eyes. Anger replaced his false display of sadness. “You’re an ungrateful fucking bitch. You should be begging for my forgiveness. You live in such a shit-hole. I have money. All you had to do was shut your fucking mouth and accept a god damn ring. Be a good little wife. Fuck me when I ask for it. But you couldn't even do that part.”
You scoffed; any feelings you had left for the man in front of you evaporated. “Leave. If you think I'm such an ungrateful bitch. You shouldn't have a problem walking away and leaving my lower-class ass here. Fuck. You.” You slammed the door in his face and deadbolted it. You could feel him kick the door before he stormed away.
You took in a shuddering breath. Your whole body was shaking like a leaf. You put the cold groceries away as fast as you could, leaving the other stuff out on the counter before you went out onto your tiny porch and lifted an upside-down clay pot up to pull out your emergency stress cigarettes you kept in a plastic bag. It had been months since you had smoked, and you lit one up quickly. Inhaling and exhaling. Trying to calm yourself down.
Your phone was in your hand before you could even register what you were doing. Johnny's profile was pulled up, and you hit the phone button to call him.
It rang once.
“Hey, Baby. Did you get home safe?” He asked casually. You had been face-timing him daily when you got home, just to talk about work and anything else.
“Um, yeah,” you took another puff, trying to even your voice.
“Did you have a rough day? You usually video call. I can come over if you need me to,” he said, concern lacing his voice.
“Actually, do you think the family would be okay with me staying there for a few days?” You asked, voice slightly shaken. It's not like Brett had ever really physically hurt you, but the anger on his face when you slammed the door actually scared you a little bit.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?” He had full-blown panic in his voice now.
“I'm okay. I promise. Brett, um, he tried to apologize and propose to me on my doorstep… then got mad when I rejected him. I don’t think he will do anything, he hates even being anywhere near the Lower East Side…” you spewed out, evening out your breathing the best you could.
“I'll be right there,” he said firmly, hanging up the phone. You sighed and pulled up a social media app and mindlessly scrolled while smoking.
“I see you still smoke when you're stressed,” Johnny said as he landed beside you. You saw him coming; he was hard to miss.
“You've caught me,” you responded, putting the cigarette out on the ashtray you kept out there. “I haven't had one in months.”
“I would say the situation called for the emergency cigarette,” he said, pulling you into a hug. He was still very warm from his flight over.
You tugged him inside the apartment and shut the slider. “I can stay with you instead of you having to travel across town from Manhattan.” He stated, cupping your face with his hands. “It's easier for me to get around after all.”
“Only if you don’t mind,” you responded, looking at him.
“I promise that it would make me happy to stay with you,” he said, kissing your forehead.
“Alright. I mean, you already have a key,” you laughed lightly, smiling at him.
His watch beeped and flashed, indicating there was an emergency. He looked down at it and frowned. “Shit, I'll be back soon, I promise- With an overnight bag!” He left you with a searing kiss in the middle of your living room.
You blinked, mouth slightly parted.
Shaking your head, you made yourself a “dinner" consisting of a handful of chips, three slices of deli meat, and a pickle, while you drank a Dr. Pepper on your couch. You had some trash reality TV show on while you graded homework assignments.
You hadn't even realized you had fallen asleep until you felt yourself being lifted. So warm. You curled closer. “Sorry I took so long, sweetheart,” Johnny said, sitting you down on the edge of your bed. He knelt down in front of you and helped you out of your clothes. Leaving you in a bra and underwear. “I've got the rest,” you said, tone groggy as you stumbled into the bathroom. Johnny laughed and followed behind you. “Didn't think you'd want a peep show so soon,” you muttered, unclasping your bra and looking at him in the mirror.
“Maybe I'm feeling a little heated and need something to think about later,” he retorted. “Being a superhero gets the blood pumping.”
You let him watch you undress the rest of the way. His mouth was parted as he tracked your movements into the shower. He could still see your outline in the frosted glass. You were ethereal. An otherworldly beauty. He would never understand how anyone would let you go. He swallowed thickly and adjusted himself in his pants. He hoped you wouldn't mind him fucking his hand to the thought of you later.
~~~🔥~~~
It was finally Friday. The week was long but fun, despite the Brett incident. The whole week was focused on your favorite kind of science. Basically, anything space-related. You taught them some basic geometry to be able to measure a “planet’s” circumference. You went through chemistry and what elements make up atmospheres. There were even some gravity concepts introduced when you put on a video that Reed had made for his Fantastic Science show on YouTube. You loved getting your students excited for space.
So when Johnny volunteered to come into your class that afternoon, clad in his space suit, to teach the kids about spaceships and mechanics, to say they were excited was an understatement. They had so many questions for him, some not on topic, but he answered every single one.
When the bell rang, indicating the end of the day, Johnny high-fived or fist-bumped everyone on the way out, saying: “Flame on out of here, kids!”
It was the dorkiest, most endearing thing, and it made you laugh. Johnny still had his space helmet on when the kids left, and you placed a kiss on the very edge of the glass, leaving an imprint of your lips.
“Well, now I have to have Reed make that a permanent feature on my suit,” he said, taking the helmet off and placing it on your desk.
“He's such a stickler for rules, I don't think he'd allow anything to impede your view,” you responded, leaning your hip against your desk.
“I can be convincing,” he shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips.
There was a small moment of silence as you looked at one another. “You’re really good with them. The kids,” you said softly, almost hesitantly. “I'm surprised you had an answer for everything.”
“The media and kids ask a lot of the same questions. I'm used to it,” he laughed, moving closer to you to grab your hand in his.
“I'm going to take you out tomorrow for a proper date. We've kind of been a little unconventional with…this. But I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he said seriously, squeezing your hand.
“How could I say no to you when you tell me like that?” you whispered, face heating when you remembered where you were. You swallowed and turned to pack up the stuff you would need for the weekend.
“I'm going to go take this off in the bathroom and then I'll take us home,” Johnny said, his tone a little sly, knowing he flustered you.
You looked over at him and nodded. “Okay, honey, you do that.”
He stopped and stared at you for a moment. “I like honey, but you could give me some sugar before I leave.”
You gaped at him before cracking a smile. “Go, I'll give you some later.”
“Promise?” He asked.
“I promise.”
~~~🔥~~~
Johnny took you on, arguably, one of the best dates you’ve ever been on. It was nothing fancy, the polar opposite of what you would have done with Brett.
He took you to your favorite Thai restaurant. It was family-owned, and they knew you very well, as you ordered from them at least once a week. You took your time. There was no rush to finish quickly, and you just talked. It felt simple, nice.
Johnny insisted on paying; he wouldn't even let you get your card out, saying your brother would probably kill him if he didn't pay. He also claimed he wouldn't be a gentleman if he let you pay for anything today. You just relented; you were not going to win this argument with him.
After that, you walked around the area where you lived. There was so much to see. You really didn't have the time to explore, and doing so with someone you enjoyed spending time with made it all the more special. You stopped at quite a few random shops, just to look around. The temptation to buy a stack of books was very high in the bookstore you had walked into, but you settled on one new one that you had your eye on for a while.
On the way back to your apartment, you passed a bakery and had to stop for a sweet treat to enjoy with the movie you had both agreed on. The Sinners movie had just come out on a streaming service, and you had heard good things from your coworkers about it. Johnny hadn't seen it either, so you agreed to watch it together.
When you got back to the apartment, you had both changed into more comfortable clothing. He had chosen one of his white shirts with the Fantastic Four logo on the little pocket on his chest with a pair of Grey sweats. You, however, had pulled out the most revealing pajama set you had. It was a silk set that had tiny shorts that barely covered anything and a button-down top that you purposefully left a few buttons undone on so your boobs were a little visible. You opted for no bra and a g-string. Honestly, you weren't sure it was really considered underwear with how little it actually covered.
Johnny was not stupid. He clocked your little outfit immediately when you walked into the kitchen to grab some drinks and the pastry you had set in the fridge for the two of you. His eyes watched you the whole time, taking in how your shorts showed the bottom part of your asscheeks and the buttons on your top were undone suspiciously low. Purposeful. He pulled a throw blanket over his lower half, trying his best to cover up what your simple little outfit was doing to him. Your not-so-subtle attempt at turning him on was definitely working, not that he minded.
You curled up next to him after placing the drinks and food on the coffee table. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. He adjusted the blanket to cover you up and clicked play on the movie.
It was good, but he was having a hard time focusing. Every time an even remotely sexual scene came on, you edged a little closer to him. He could feel you tense up, squeeze your thighs together, and part your mouth just slightly as you took in a breath. Despite the obvious horror elements of the movie, you were turned on. You couldn't help the way your imagination replaced the characters with you and Johnny.
“I could do that to you,” Johnny whispered into your ear as you watched the character on the screen get eaten out. “I'd enjoy it like that too.”
“I-what?” You said breathlessly, turning your face to him quickly as a shiver ran down your spine. Your heart raced and your face heated as his words settled into you. Oh fuck.
“I know you heard what I said,” he grinned, pausing the movie. He moved his hand to your cheek and ran his thumb over your lip. His eyes were dark, mouth parting with yours as your tongue carefully licked the digit. “Fuck…” he breathed, watching you take his thumb fully into your mouth. Two could play at the teasing game. You ran your tongue along it, coating it in your saliva before he slowly pulled it back out of your mouth, smearing your bottom lip in your spit. He had to have you.
He pulled you into a searing kiss, needing to taste your lips. He devoured you. Pushed his tongue into your eager mouth. You moaned into the kiss when he slowly pushed you back onto the couch. You let him rest between your legs, let his hands roam over your body. His hands were hot as they worked their way over you, thighs, hips, waist, anywhere he could touch. You whimpered when he got to your breasts and played with your pebbled nipples through your shirt. “You like that, baby?” He asked, breaking your kiss to whisper in your ear. You shuddered, arching your body up into his hands.
“Yes,” you said, voice breathy. Your hands were gripped onto the arm of the couch above your head, grounding yourself.
He kissed your cheek, then your jaw. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He said lowly, moving to your neck before he kissed your exposed collarbone.
“Fuck-Johnny,” you gasped as he moved his hands to the buttons on your top, slowly leaving hot kisses on every bit of skin he exposed with every button he unfastened. He got down to the very last button and kissed right above where your shorts sat on your waist. His eyes flicked down to the dark patch right where your entrance would be, and he let out a groan.
“Already so wet for me,” he commented, voice husky as he moved back up to your barely covered breasts. He eagerly moved the clothing to the side and stared. You were so fucking perfect. He'd seen them before, sure, but up close, fuck he'd never wanted to touch anything more in his life. He started slow, watching your face as he took one in his hand, kneading gently, flicking your nipple with his thumb. He took the other nipple into his mouth, tongue matching his thumb, before he sucked. Hearing the sharp gasp followed by the low whine that left your lips was music to his ears.
Your head was thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted, panting. His touch felt so fucking good. It felt like he was burning you alive with his touch. “You look so pretty like this.” He said as he swapped breasts, kissing along your sternum. He was eating up your reactions, and you knew it. He took his time with you. Working you up so bad that your hips involuntarily moved, aching for the friction you were not getting where you wanted it. He chuckled at this and stopped playing with your breasts. Your eyes shot open as you felt him kiss down your stomach. You watched him get lower, stopping at your waistband, fingers just barely brushing underneath the elastic.
He had a grin on his face. One that you knew meant he was going to make you beg. “You gotta tell me what you want, baby,” he stated, tilting his head a little to rest on your thigh before he said your name.
“I-I want what you said,” you responded quietly, face heating at the thought.
“What was it I said?” his grin had widened, knowing he caught you right where he wanted you.
Your face grew hotter; you could feel it burning. “Don't make me say it.”
“But how will I know what you want unless you say it?”
Your heart rate increased, and you looked away from his face, not being able to look directly at him as the words tumbled from your mouth. “E-Eat me out p-please.”
“With fucking pleasure,” he responded, pulling your shorts down and off your legs. He took a moment to admire how absolutely soaked you were. All because of him. It made his dick twitch that he caused it. He moved the string that was your underwear to the side and licked from your weeping hole to your clit. He moaned at the taste of you.
“Holy fuck-” you gasped out, moving one of your hands to grip his hair. He licked again before he spread your thighs further open, allowing him better access to devour you. He ate you out like he had been starved. Fucking his tongue into you, spurred on by the lewd sounds that fell from your lips. You were dripping wet for him; it seeped out of you and mixed with his spit to create a small puddle on the blanket beneath you. He couldn't get enough. He moved his eager tongue up to your clit and sank two thick fingers into your cunt until he reached the knuckle. He felt your walls clench around him. You were so fucking tight.
He moved his fingers slowly, watching your reactions. He could tell you were getting close, just like the last time. Your thighs shook with how close you were to your peak. You panted, the hand in Johnny's hair gripped tightly, your chest was flushed red. He sucked particularly hard, and your eyes rolled back, a loud moan leaving your lips. He liked that noise. He did it again, picking up his pace with his fingers, curling up into the spongy softness. Flicking your clit with his tongue, he felt your pussy clench tight.
He sucked once more, and you were gone.
Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave breaking on a beach. The broken moan of his name left your lips, hoarse and pitched high. Your back arched up, hips bucking into his mouth. His fingers were coated in your wetness, a slick, lewd sound filled the quiet room as he fucked his fingers into you until you whined from the overstimulation. He wasn't quite done yet.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, groaning at the mess you made on his hand. He moved his fingers up to your panting lips. You slowly opened your mouth, eyes lidded as you sucked his fingers clean. Watching him palm himself through his sweats, eyes fixated on your mouth. “Fuck. You don't know what you do to me,” he said, pulling his fingers back and lifting you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. He stood, leaving marks on your collarbone and neck as he walked you to the bedroom and placed you down on the bed.
You scooted your body up so you were more in the middle of the bed. He followed like a predator stalking its prey. He ran his hands down along your thighs and spread them so he could slot himself between them. He effortlessly pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
All you could do was stare, mouth slightly parted. You'd seen him with his shirt off enough times, but the combination of swollen red wet lips, bare chest, sweatpants hung loosely on the hips, and the very obvious straining bulge, well, you couldn't help the words as they left your mouth in the most wrecked whisper, “Oh my god.”
He grinned, slowly peeling off the tiny piece of fabric that was your underwear. “Didn't know you thought so highly of me.” He said, kissing your ankle as he flung the underwear next to his shirt. He let you rid yourself of your shirt that still hung on your arms. It joined the pile on the floor.
Johnny leaned forward and kissed you slowly, picking up the dance with your tongue where he left off. Hot hand brushing gently on your hip. Yours explored the expanse of his chest, firm, hot, soft in some spots. When they started dipping low towards his waistband, he caught them. “Wanna touch-” you whispered into his mouth.
“Fuck. Who am I to hold you back from what you want?” He groaned, letting your hands go. You inched your fingers under his waistband. He wasn't wearing underwear. A whimper left your lips, and he paused his assault on your lips when your fingers delicately touched along his length. He let out a shuddering gasp, mouth parted as you wrapped your fingers around his length. He was hot and heavy and so fucking hard. You gave his member an experimental stroke. His skin was soft, and you felt a little bit of pre-cum leak out of his tip when your hand got to the head.
You swallowed thickly, focused on his face and the way it changed to one of pure pleasure. His eyes were closed, brow furrowed-focused, his breathing increased. He was also growing warmer, like he was having a hard time controlling the heat his body radiated. You started a slow pace on him, using your other hand to move his sweats down, letting you fully take him in.
“Oh fuck, Johnny…” you gasped, tongue wetting your lips as you stared at his ruddy, leaking tip. You really wanted to taste him.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he gasped into your neck, bucking his hips into your hand. You stopped your movement and gathered some of his pre-cum onto your fingers. He moved his head to watch your movements as you brought your fingers to your mouth. He fully sat up, pushing his sweats the rest of the way off as he watched you stick your fingers in your mouth. Your eyes closed, and you hummed, savoring the salty flavor of him. “Oh fuck, baby…” he groaned, shameless stoking himself as he watched you. You blinked your eyes open, popping your fingers out of your mouth and trailing them down to your parted legs.
“Need you,” you breathed, gasping when he ran the head of his cock through your folds. You were still soaking wet for him. He was so desperate to be inside you, to feel your tight pussy squeeze him in the most delicious way. He positioned himself at your entrance and looked up at you.
“Can I?” He asked, barely containing himself as he leaned forward, resting his arm above your head so he could look at your face.
“Please,” you whined, lashes fluttering as you placed one of your hands on his shoulder, the other resting on his cheek. He slowly pushed into you. You gasped at how he stretched you; it felt so fucking good. So full.
“God. You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart,” he muttered into your lips as he kissed you. He was fully seated inside you, and he waited a moment before slowly inching himself back out, letting your wetness coat his cock. He set a slow, shallow rhythm at first, letting your bodies get used to the feeling of each other.
“Feel so good wrapped around me,” he said, kisses sloppy as he moved to your neck.
“So big, need more,” you gasped, hand moving to the nape of his neck to grip the hairs there. He groaned at the feeling of your fingers and rutted a little harder into you. A moan tumbled from your lips, and it urged him to increase his pace.
“You're taking me so good, baby. So fucking pretty taking my dick,” he moaned out as you clenched around him at his words. Oh, you liked that.
He kept mumbling into your ear as he fucked into you. Your pussy squeezing him tighter with every praise he uttered.
“So beautiful.”
“Squeezing me so tight, feels so good, sweetheart.”
You felt high off his words. Him. The way he moved your thighs to push himself deeper into you. You felt the pressure build, low and tight, like a band about to snap. “Oh-fuck, Johnny I'm-”
“I know, baby. Cum for me. Wanna feel you-” he muttered into your neck. His pace was growing sloppy as you squeezed him tighter. He just needed to hold on for a little longer.
He moved his thumb down to your clit and set a quick pace on it, groaning when you cried out his name. “Gonna-fuck-” you cried, gripping onto his hair as the dam broke, you arched into him a silent cry on your lips. Tears pricked your eyes at the intensity of the waves that washed through you.
“Fuck, baby, gonna cum-” he muttered, reveling in the way you felt pulsing and gushing around him.
“Inside-” you panted, gripping his arm tightly as he rutted deeply into you a few more times.
“Oh fuck-” he thrust into you as deeply as he could before he came, hips stuttering as he painted your walls with his hot cum, hotter than anything else you've felt inside you, and you moaned. You could see small flames lick across his arms and up his face before extinguishing along the crown of his head as he gained some of his composure back. His eyes still burned with that little bit of fire as he looked at you like you were the most precious thing on this earth.
“That was- fuck, I almost lost it. You just felt so fucking good.” He said, looking down and watching as he slowly slid out of you, the trickle of thick white slowly seeping out. A small part of him really wanted to push it back into you.
You slowly sat up and placed a kiss on his lips. “Shower, then cuddle and finish our movie?” You asked shyly.
He smiled at you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “That sounds like a great plan.”
~~~🔥~~~
You walked into the living room of the Baxter Building, your hand wrapped in Johnny’s as you laughed at a joke he made.
“Oh, finally,” Sue said with a laugh from the kitchen table, elbowing Reed to look at you and Johnny. Ben sighed deeply and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill before handing it over to Sue.
“Were you betting on us? Ben, I expected better from you,” you balk, pulling Johnny along with you to the dining room table.
“Look, we figured it was bound to happen, might as well see who had better odds. I honestly had last week on the books. If anything, you let me down,” he shook his head, placing some delicious-smelling grilled chicken on the table.
You looked at Johnny and pointed your finger between Ben and Sue. “Can you believe this?”
“I thought Sue was above gambling,” he said as he sat down in his chair with a smirk.
“I make gambles all the time,” she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She moved the conversation away from her and to you. “That sweater is new, a little warm for a turtleneck.”
You could see the knowing smirk grow on her lips. “I was cold.” You said carefully, eyes flitting over to Johnny, who had his mouth covered with his hand, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“It's 80 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I would agree with Sue that it's a little warm,” Reed agreed, tapping on his tablet absently.
You groaned and took a seat. “Do you have a hickey?” Ben asked, eyes narrowing at Johnny, who had been suspiciously quiet.
“No.” Both you and Johnny said firmly at the exact same time.
“She does, I can see it from here,” Reed commented, putting his tablet away and placing his napkin in his lap before looking up at everyone.
“Bro, not cool. This just gives me more of a reason to talk shit about you,” Johnny said, eyes flicking to Ben cautiously.
Ben had his knife gripped in his hand. “Just because I approve of you dating my sister-”
“Ben, I'm an adult. Can we please just eat dinner?” You interrupted, grabbing a piece of chicken with your fork.
“Fine, but I'm watching you, flame boy,” Ben said, pointing his knife.
“Fine by me, big guy. Got nothing to hide,” Johnny said, raising his hands up and looking to you with a smile. You smiled back at him and shook your head.
Yeah, this was definitely how it was meant to be.