Description: Johnny Storm is your best friend’s dad. After you break up with your boyfriend, she convinces you to join her on an all paid resort trip with her father. You know he’s forbidden fruit, but after lots of longing stares, midnight beach walks, shared desserts, and a shirtless Johnny jogging along the shoreline, things get too hot between you. He wants to prove he can make your ex’s mistakes right himself, and inevitably turns into the guiltiest pleasure you could ever have.
Tags/warnings: age gap, fem early twenties!reader x late thirties!Johnny, beach resort shenanigans, Johnny is a hot flirty menace, but also a gentleman, impossible not to fall in love with. Fluff and comedy. Slow burn, long buildup, lots of pining, tension, sexy hidden encounters. SMUT. oral fem!receiving, piv sex, praising, just fire fire fire.
Song choices are Illicit affairs by Taylor Swift and SexyBack by Justin Timberlake 🔥
Note: At first I was debating on making this, but it was so fun to write that the word count clearly got out of control lmao. I’m very very happy with how it turned out though, one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I couldn’t stop kicking my feet writing Johnny who is an absolute gem in this! Enjoy 🫶🏼
Special thanks to @bigtiddythanos, @voidslxt and @breadcheese444 for being the most incredible beta readers for this long fic ✨ for indulging me on this and helping with amazing ideas. And of course, @nexxen24, who has to deal with my crazy ideas everyday, thanks for putting up with this and hyping me up lmao 🫶🏼
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Spring break had just started, and you’d made plans with your boyfriend for the week. The relationship had been rocky for a while, going on and off for months. Unfortunately, old habits die hard, so you’d accepted his last attempt to save it, a roadtrip getaway to a cabin in the outskirts of town.
But when you got to his place, suitcase in hand filled with pretty outfits, he ditched your plans for a trip to Las Vegas with his friends. Which could’ve been fine, if he’d actually asked you to come with him, instead of telling you he’d see you when he gets back.
And then came the final blow. A text you weren’t meant to see, flashing across his phone while he left it on the counter, from a girl who apparently was joining his “guys trip”, asking him if it was alright their room had only one bed.
You told yourself that was the last day you’d waste being with a shitty guy who treated you like an accessory instead of a girlfriend.
You threw the keys he’d given you of his crappy apartment and told him you were done, for real this time. And then he had the audacity to say he was the one dumping you for ‘being too controlling.’
Manchild.
Honestly? You should’ve dumped his ass a long time ago, instead of clinging to the memory of what once was a good relationship. So, even though it was the only thing you could do, walking out left you with a weight in your chest that wouldn’t budge. Spring break was supposed to be easy, fun, a chance to breathe. Instead, all you could think about was how you needed somewhere safe, somewhere that wasn’t his tiny apartment or your parents house in a different state.
So, you texted your emergency contact, Aurora Storm.
Long blonde hair, big bright blue eyes, pearly white cheeky smile and a personality as big and fiery as her infamous father. That irresistible Storm charm.
You’d met her two years ago, and in that short time, between being roommates and classmates on an aerospace engineering major, you’d learned to love her crazy ways and soon had given each other the unspoken title of besties.
A few days back she’d begged you to spend spring break at her place, since you’d never stayed over, but when your boyfriend showed up with his fake golden plans for the two of you, you’d chosen to give him a last chance.
Big mistake.
When she got the text that you finally called it quits with the trashy boyfriend she always told you to send to hell, she was more than happy to go on with her offer. That’s how you ended up in the backseat of an Uber, the suitcase you’d filled with pretty outfits for that asshole in the trunk, making your way to the Storms’ place.
A modern mansion on the edge of New York where Aurora grew up.
You told yourself you just needed to see your friend. To get drunk in her room, hang out by the pool, and forget you’d ever wasted time on that boy. But when you knocked the tall glass door lightly, clutching the handle of your suitcase, you weren’t ready for him to be the first one on the other side.
Mr. Storm.
You’d only been in their house twice for Aurora’s crazy birthday parties, and on those occasions you’d never exchanged more than a couple of words with him, since he spent most of his time at the Baxter Building, where he worked along with his family.
He had Aurora back when he was young and reckless, with some random one night stand. The mother had only been interested in chasing a big check in exchange for the baby. His daughter became the biggest challenge of his life, but with a lot of help from his family, especially his sister, he managed to raise a confident, intelligent, sunshine of a daughter. A reflection of the best parts of him.
Now, everyone knew who Johnny Storm was. Hotshot. Astronaut. Occasional model. Basically made of money. The life of every party. And too devilishly handsome for his own good.
He was, what women liked to call him, a dilf.
So yes, when he opened the door with that signature smile, hand casually braced against the frame, wearing a dark navy shirt that stretched tight across his toned chest, and light cream pants that clung to his legs like they were painted on him, your pulse skipped like you were caught doing something wrong just for looking.
“Hey, Aurora’s friend.” He grinned, voice already amused. “Knocking so politely. What happened to just walking in like you own the place?”
You let out a nervous laugh. “Hi, Mr. Storm. Is she here?”
“Not right now. She went out earlier.” He tilted his head to the suitcase next to you, his grin never faltering. “She told me you would come, you just gotta wait for her a bit, though.”
“Oh–that’s alright, I can just…” You pointed behind you, but he chuckled before you could finish.
“Come on.” His hand came off the doorframe, gesturing you inside. “No sense standing out there, you’ll be staying here anyways.”
“Okay,” you agreed quietly, thanking him when he took the suitcase from your hands and waited for you to walk in first.
Johnny closed the door behind you, his dress shoes padding across the glossy floor as he motioned you toward the modern living room, lifting the suitcase and carrying it in one hand. The open space was framed by wide glass windows, through the panes you could see the shimmering blue of their large pool, warm sunlight slipping through into the velvet couches inside.
“She’ll be back any minute now. In the meantime…” He placed your suitcase next to the couches, his hands landing on his hips. “You want a drink? Something to eat?”
You almost said no, but when you noticed the way he looked at you expectantly, like playing host was the best part of his week, all you could do was shrug sheepishly.
“A drink would be nice.”
“Good,” he nodded, a small smirk tugging at his mouth as he moved toward the sleek bar beside the open kitchen. “I’ll mix you something special. Make yourself at home.”
You just smiled at him, and walked across the living room with your arms crossed. You let your eyes wander, taking all the space in. Between the massive flatscreen and the huge speakers, what caught your eyes were the shelves that went to the high ceiling, lined with colorful vinyl records stacked neatly in rows. You drifted toward them almost unconsciously, skimming the titles with your fingers. They were a mix of classic rock, retro blues and even some metal. It was unexpectedly cool, seeing that part of him in the middle of all the sleek glass and steel of the house.
“You do drink the real stuff, right? Or just prefer some soda and lime?” He asked from his spot, genuinely curious, but his voice never lost that amused tone from catching your interest in his collection.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind a little burn this week,” you replied absentmindedly, distracted by the cover of a very worn Elvis Presley album.
He hummed in acknowledgment as he reached for a shaker and ice, smiling when he noticed one of his all time favorites in your hands. You put it back on the shelf carefully, deciding to sit before he said something about you being nosy over his stuff.
But when you turned back, he was already walking toward you with a fancy glass of a pastel pink drink, crowned with a little white paper umbrella. He offered it to you with his characteristic flourish.
“For you.”
“What’s in it?” You took it, eyeing the glass.
“Magic.” He smiled proudly, gesturing a spark with his hand. His smirk widened when you narrowed your eyes. “Go on, have a taste.”
You took a small sip. The drink was icey, sweet, slightly tart, perfectly balanced, but no trace of that alcohol burn you were expecting. “This… doesn’t have anything in it.”
“Busted,” Johnny admitted, shrugging playfully. “It’s just some fancy juice. Figured you’ll have enough of the strong stuff this week.”
You looked at him amused, sipping more of the ‘fancy juice’ he prepared for you. “Thank you, Mr. Storm.”
He chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way back to the bar. “There you go with the ‘Mister’ stuff again. Makes me feel ancient.” Then, from behind the counter, he winked shamelessly. “It’s just Johnny. Don’t forget it.”
That wink shouldn’t have made your heart skip the way it did. After all, you’d heard the stories about him. Aurora’s childhood friends laughing about how her dad flirted with waitresses, neighbors, basically anyone who looked twice at him.
Johnny Storm was a walking menace, a charmer through and through. Winking for him was like breathing. So you took another sip of your mocktail, pretending you didn’t forget how to breathe for a second from your best friend’s dad winking at you.
But Johnny noticed. Of course he did. The glint in his eyes, that stupid playful grin, the look of a man who understood exactly the effect he had on people.
The sound of the front door opening broke the moment, and Aurora’s squeal echoed through the grand entryway when her eyes landed on you. She shoved her sunglasses onto the top of her head, tossed her tote onto the couch without a second thought, and charged straight at you.
You didn’t even have time to set the glass down before she wrapped you in a crushing hug. So you just clutched it tightly to avoid spilling it all over her dress.
“I’m so happy you’re here!” she exclaimed into your shoulder.
You laughed into her blonde hair, hugging her back just as tightly. “Thanks for letting me stay.”
From behind the counter, Johnny chimed in. “Aurora, be careful, princess. Wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly balanced drink, would we?”
She peeked over your shoulder, grinning at her dad. “You made her one of your drinks already? You never make me cocktails,” she teased.
“Not a cocktail,” Johnny corrected smoothly, already reaching for the shaker to make another one for his daughter. “Just some fancy juice. I’m not corrupting your friends, relax.”
Aurora rolled her eyes but grinned, her attention shifting to you. “So… what happened?” she asked in a low voice.
“We broke up,” you sighed, voice barely above a whisper. “For real this time.”
“Finally? God, about time.” She gave your arm a gentle squeeze. “What’d he do now?”
You hesitated, aware of Johnny listening just feet away, pretending to shake the drink when you could feel his attention on you. Still, the words spilled out.
“We were supposed to spend this break together, right?” You started quietly. “But he wanted to go on this trip with his friends and other girls–without me. And I saw some texts between them. God–he was awful, and then he had the nerve to say he was the one dumping me for being too much.”
Her face scowled instantly. “Asshole. I swear, when I see that piece of shit on campus again I will–”
“Aurora,” Johnny cut in lightly without looking up, focused on pouring the drink. “Would you like something to eat? murder plots on an empty stomach never end well.”
You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, but Aurora kept her focus on you.
“You know what? He never deserved you anyway. You put up with way too much crap,” she said firmly. “You’re too much for him because he’s not enough for you. He needs to grow up. End of the story.”
“Smart kid.” Johnny said proudly, coming over to your spot with a glass, this one topped with a little pink paper umbrella for his daughter.
Aurora beamed at the compliment, happily grabbing the drink from his hands. You, on the other hand, had to look away from Johnny’s lingering gaze on you.
“Okay! Enough moping. You’re not allowed to sit around sulking in my house when we’ve got a pool that looks like a damn resort out there.” She said, tossing her hair over her shoulders dramatically.
The next thing you knew, it was hot girl spring break. Swimwear on, sunglasses perched on your hair, and lots of laughter bubbling between you as the warm sun hit your skin as you lounged by the pool.
“Okay, hear me out. We need to do something fun. Like… stupidly fun. Something that gets your mind completely off that idiot.”
You chuckled at her, interested in what crazy idea she’d come up with now. “And what did you have in mind?”
“Well, my dad won’t let me go too wild, because he cares too much, blah blah blah– but maybe a trip? A little getaway? That wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
“A trip?”
“Yeah! I’d say beach, or that cabin by the lake Franklin told me about. No boyfriends, no drama. Just us.” She poked your leg with her toe, already beaming. “Come on, doesn’t that sound fun?
Inside, Johnny had made himself comfortable on the couch, a notebook spread open in front of him, pencil tapping against the paper as the record you’d held spun low in the background. He’d told himself he was going to focus, scribble through some of the research notes he’d been putting off all week and Reed kept pestering him about.
But he couldn’t. Not when your laughter came muffled through the glass doors, bright, careless, young. It floated to his spot in the living room, pulling at the edges of his attention until he found himself glancing up.
And that’s when he saw you.
Through the wide pane of glass, just a glimpse at first. Bare skin kissed by the sun, your head tipped back as you laughed at something Aurora said.
Johnny’s pencil froze mid scrabble.
He forced his eyes back to the page, to the notes, to anything that wasn’t the very wrong, very dangerous thoughts trying to push into his head the minute you knocked his door looking like someone just stole your pet.
Johnny let the pencil roll off his notebook, landing somewhere on the couch cushions. His eyes went up to the ceiling, as laughter drifted in from the pool again. Yours, mixed with Aurora’s.
That was the part that twisted the knife. Aurora. His kid. His whole damn world.
He’d been a lot of things in his life. Reckless, flirty, a walking menace most of the time, but the one thing he’d never failed at was loving her after her mother wanted nothing to do with her. So he raised her, protected her, became the kind of trusting father she could count on. Every decision, every compromise, every change he made for good in his life was for her.
And here he was, fighting for his life, catching himself looking at her best friend like she was some kind of temptation.
She’s off-limits. Half your age. You don’t get to think about her–maybe just flirt a little–wait no. Stop.
He suddenly had a mini angel Johnny on one shoulder, and a mini devil Johnny on the other, telling him what to do. But against his better judgment, he listened to the wrong one, and his gaze flicked up once more. You shifted suddenly, laughing at something Aurora said, and your eyes landed on him.
He had no idea if you caught him looking, but the risk was enough. Nope. You’re done, Storm. Game over. He slapped his notebook shut, muttering something about making himself scarce before he got in trouble.
He was halfway off the couch when a sing-song voice came from outside.
“Ohhh daaaad–“
Johnny froze. That voice. The one Aurora used when she wanted something. The one he’d been powerless against since she realized he’d figure out a way to get the moon down for her if she asked. So he dragged a hand down his face, plastering on his best charming smile and slid open the glass door.
“Yes, princess?”
Aurora beamed, already knowing she had him.
“So, my dear best friend here is very sad, and I’ve decided she needs cheering up. Don’t you think she deserves that?”
Johnny’s eyes flicked to you, his smile softened before he looked back at Aurora. “Cheering up, huh? Lucky for you two, I happen to be party central.”
“Exactly! And I was thinking, remember that resort we went to a few summers ago? I think she’d love it, so we wanna go for spring break.”
“We?”
Aurora nodded eagerly. “Just us! A girls’ trip.”
The smile slipped right off Johnny’s face. He crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe. “Hmm. Two girls. Alone. On spring break. At a resort full of drunk college kids?” He shook his head profusely. “Yeah, not happening.”
Aurora groaned, flopping back in her chair. “Daaaad–”
“Nope.” Johnny’s grin returned, smug again, like the argument was already won. “You forget, princess, I was one of those drunk college kids. I know exactly how that goes.”
Aurora groaned louder, throwing an arm over her eyes. “So that’s it? No trip?”
Johnny let the silence stretch just long enough for her to sigh dramatically.
“Didn’t say that.”
Aurora peeked at him from under her arm. “What?”
“I said you two aren’t going to a resort alone.” He pointed between the both of you. “But if ‘party central’ himself chaperones?” His grin widened. “That’s a whole different story.”
“Wait. You’d take us?”
“Why not? You two get your little spring break adventure, I get to keep an eye on the chaos, and everybody wins.” He glanced at you. “Don’t worry, it’s all covered, all inclusive.”
Aurora squealed, launching herself up from her seat to hug him, but you straightened in yours to shake your head.
“Wait– I can’t accept that.”
Johnny turned his head from his daughter’s crushing hug, his smile never faltering. “Sure you can, it’s spring break.”
“I can’t just let you pay for–“
“Come on,” he cut in smoothly, tilting his head. “You’re not about to argue us out of something we’ve already decided. Right, princess?”
Aurora turned to you, nodding excitedly, and now you had two sets of equally dangerous smiles your way. Two Storms, very blonde and very persuasive. But you stood your ground.
“I said I won’t accept it.”
The next thing you knew, you were stepping onto a plane you had no business being on a day after.
First class. White leather seats that reclined almost flat, flight attendants offering champagne before you’d even buckled in. Aurora with sunglasses into her hair and grinning like a kid on Christmas.
You peeked behind your seat to risk a glance down the aisle. Johnny had his seat reclined, sunglasses on, wired headphones around his neck, and his long legs stretched out while he joked something about his pillow to the flight attendant. A glass of champagne dangled loosely from his fingers, and when he caught you looking, he tipped it toward you in a silent toast.
You pulled your head back quickly, taking a long sip of your own drink to prepare you for what this trip was gonna be.
Spring break had officially begun.
Your ride from the airport to the beach was in a glossy black car with tinted windows, and when you arrived, you realized why Aurora was buzzing with excitement. The resort wasn’t just a resort, it was the resort. A stunning, sun drenched paradise with infinity pools, white and blue striped umbrellas, and staff who seemed to know Johnny on sight.
The lobby stretched wide with glossy marble pillars and soaring ceilings, the kind of space that made you feel like you’d stepped into a movie where illicit affairs where bound to take place. The staff smiled and moved quickly, offering cold towels and fresh fruit infused water as Johnny led the way to the front desk.
And god, he handled it like he’d done it a thousand times.
He leaned one elbow casually on the counter, flashing that trademark grin, his sunglasses hanging from the collar of his shirt. The poor woman behind the desk was practically melting as she typed on the computer, Johnny tossing in little comments here and there.
“Reservation under Storm. Should be two suites with balconies, unless you’re planning to surprise me with something better?” His smirk had the clerk blushing as she checked.
Aurora, who had worn her bikini all the way from home and couldn't wait to show it off, had zero patience for her dad’s shenanigans.
“Dad,” she groaned, tapping her nails against the counter. “Are we done? Please?”
The clerk slid two keycards across the desk just as Johnny opened his mouth to make another comment. Aurora snatched them up before he could. “Thank you!” she chirped, then turned to you, eyes sparkling. “Come on! Let’s go see the room!”
“Wait–” Johnny started, but Aurora was already dragging you toward the elevators, both of you giggling as you left him behind.
“Bye, Dad!” she called over her shoulder, unapologetic.
Johnny stood there watching the elevator’s doors close, and then his eyes landed at the two abandoned luggage bags at his feet, before laughing under his breath. He shook his head, turning back to the flustered desk clerk with a smile.
“Girls.” He shrugged, voice rich with affection, as if that explained everything.
—
The first thing to do was obvious: lounge by the pool. So you walked next to Aurora, sunglasses on, tote bags in hand, and cute coverups over swimsuits. You approached the pool deck, looking at the striped blue and white umbrellas over deck chairs. People tanning, staff handing out drinks, a Sabrina Carpenter song booming on the speakers. And just as the chorus of "When did you get hot" hit, he came into view.
Mr. Sto– Johnny Storm.
You almost broke your neck doing a double take, triple take.
He was shirtless, stretched out on one of the poolside beds like he owned the whole damn resort. His golden skin kissed by the sun, sunglasses with blue tinted lenses perched on his nose, and a half empty beer bottle sweating beside him. He wasn't even doing anything, just lounging. One arm propped behind his head, and still, every single person within eyesight was trying, and failing, not to stare.
Because come on. He might've been pushing forty, but he easily won hottest man there. The kind of hot that made staff whisper, that made women glance over their shoulders twice, that made you...freak out inside.
You'd seen his body before. Everyone had. How could you forget when your entire dorm had turned into a frenzy when his Calvin Klein campaign dropped. Then came the Coppertone billboards every summer, plastered all around the city with him all bronzed and sculpted. Sunscreen sales going up just so people could get a bottle with his face on it.
His daughter would roll her eyes at all the attention he got from it. But everyone else ate it up. Including you, even if you could never ever admit it out loud.
He was, after all, quite a celebrity.
Sure, Johnny's real work was running the Fantastic SpaceWorks Research company with his inner circle. But with that body and that face, let alone that fiery personality, slipping into modeling was inevitable. Brands lined up with contracts, and he said yes to those who could afford him.
But right now you were seeing the real thing.
Not him on a magazine's glossy spread, not on your phone, not even on a giant billboard, but right in front of you. Just a few feet away, on the very same vacation that he paid for.
What the actual hell was your life right now?
The closer you got, the better the view. Johnny looked like he'd been carved straight out of spring break itself. Like fire and temptation wrapped in one man's body.
Stop it. Keep it together. He’s twice your age for god’s sake.
Aurora, on the other hand, didn't even acknowledge the gushing going around, or your heated cheeks. She plopped onto the bed next to him, pulled her phone out, and angled the camera to take some selfies.
"You're in my background, dad. Don't move," she said, covering Johnny with her body so he wouldn't photobomb her session.
"Wouldn't dream of it, princess." Johnny chuckled, taking a sip of his beer.
Aurora snapped a few selfies, then switched to Instagram to add a video for her story. "Spring break, baby!" she sang, panning the camera to the pool, the palm trees, to you still standing by the edge of the bed next to her.
You smiled at her story, posing like you were having a great time, sunglasses slipping down your nose as you tried to act normal. Like you weren't seconds from combusting just from looking at him.
"You just gonna stand there, or are you planning to join us?" Johnny tilted his head your way, one corner of his mouth curving up in that damn smile.
You finally slid onto the lounger next to Aurora, trying to keep your eyes on the beautiful pool in front of you, ignoring how close you were to him. Johnny moved his eyes to the pool too, satisfied with your reaction. He stretched, biceps flexing, folding his arms behind his head, and with a grin that could've lit up the entire pool deck, spoke loud enough for both of you to hear.
"Girls, drinks are on me–you two are officially on my tab. Anything you want, the whole week." He announced, making Aurora squeal so loud a few heads turned. "Happy spring break, princess." Johnny tipped his sunglasses down just enough to wink at her, and then darted his eyes at you.
Aurora practically threw herself at him, planting a big kiss on his cheek before flopping back against the cushions, still giggling.
"You're the best dad!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But hey–" He sat up a little, pointing between the two of you with fake seriousness, "Do it responsibly. Got it?"
"Ugh, that's literally why you're here," she groaned dramatically, already waving him off. She then turned to you, rolling her eyes. "Human buzzkill, but with a black credit card."
Johnny clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded when you laughed with her.
"Buzzkill? I'll have you know, I invented half the bad decisions you kids are still trying to learn how to sneak off to."
Aurora just snorted, sliding her sunglasses back up her nose.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. We all know you peaked in college, dad." She joked, knowing damn well her father, much to her misfortune and your own, was still peaking.
He laughed, leaning back again, the sun hitting his chest. And you, stuck between the Storms, thought you better get a head start on that drink offer. You'd need something strong to survive this whole trip.
A while went by as the three of you lounged in the sun. You had your phone in hand, half sipping a drink, trying to act like you weren't melting in the heat, or from the man sitting just a chair away.
"So...what's the plan? Just gonna sit here all day looking pretty, or are you actually gonna touch the water?" Johnny asked, glancing between the two of you.
"We're vibing." Aurora waved him off without looking up from her phone.
Johnny huffed, dramatic as ever, pushing himself up from the lounger.
"Well, if you're not going in," He slid his sunglasses down his nose, flashing a smile. "I am."
And God help you, because the walk alone was a show. Easy, confident, the kind of stride that made heads turn all across the pool deck. He tugged his sunglasses off, tossed them onto the lounger, and dove in with infuriatingly perfect form, like he belonged in the water as much as he did in the heat.
And just as he was coming back to the surface, 'SexyBack' from Justin Timberlake came on the speakers.
God, it was like even the universe knew he was putting up a show.
He broke through the water gracefully, head tilted back, water streaming down his golden skin, blonde hair slicked for a moment before he shook it out, droplets flying everywhere. The sun hit him just right, and every single woman within eyesight went still.
It felt like watching a thirst edit in real life.
Even the waitresses stopped mid step, drinks forgotten on trays, eyes following the rise of Johnny Storm like he was the main attraction.
And you?...cooked. Absolutely cooked.
Internally freaking out about the fact that he was, in fact, bringing sexy back to the whole damn resort.
"Dad's such a show off," Aurora sighed when she looked at him only for a second, her thumbs going back to tap on her screen. "Bet he thinks some people are watching."
You just gulped, fighting the urge to fan yourself. Your gaze still glued helplessly on Johnny, who definitely wasn't thinking some people were watching, he knew damn well they were. But for some reason, he only cared about one.
You watched as he swam up to your side of the pool, reaching the edge directly in front of your loungers. He braced his arms on the concrete, forearms flexing, chest half submerged, and a devastating lazy grin.
"Well, Aurora," he drawled, "can you put that phone down to actually enjoy the pool I dropped a small fortune on for you?"
"I'm enjoying myself over here, dad." She shrugged, without even glancing up from her phone. "Besides, we're not interested in your pool theatrics," she mocked, rolling her eyes playfully.
Johnny laughed, throwing his head back. At this point he wasn't even trying. Everything he did looked four times better with water droplets all over his upper body. You decided to look away before the intrusive thoughts could take over you, and pretended to look for the stupid Coppertone sunscreen in your tote bag.
Because yes…you owned one.
Johnny leaned on the edge of the pool a moment longer, Aurora already lost on her phone again, editing her pictures. You glanced up for a second, just a second, when his eyes found yours. Only for a heartbeat. But it was enough time for him to wink.
Did he really just–? Again?
By the time you'd processed what happened, Johnny was already pushing himself away from the edge. He shrugged, casual as anything, flashing one of his careless grins at a bachelorette group to the side of the pool, watching him stroll leisurely through the water.
Of course.
Forcing yourself to look away, your attention went back to your tote bag. Sunscreen clearly forgotten back at the hotel room, which was better anyway, because if you saw his face again on that damn bottle you would combust. Aurora fiddled next to you and stood, stretching her arms overhead with that same Storm dramatic flair.
"I'm getting stronger cocktails. Don't drown while I'm gone.” She teased, already padding off toward the bar.
You hummed back, but your focus was somewhere else, because across the pool, Johnny had decided to get out.
The Justin Timberlake song was over by this point, but you swore it was playing inside your head as his own personal soundtrack.
He swam one last length, before reaching to the side of the pool where that bride-to-be was. His palms pressed flat to the edge, muscles in his back and shoulders tightening, flexing as he hoisted himself up in one effortless motion.
Every inch of him caught by the sun, water running down each sculpted line like a spotlight. Droplets scattered everywhere when he shook his head, hair slicking back for a moment before falling perfectly into place.
And if he was putting up a show before, this was his grand finale.
Johnny nodded to the bachelorette group again, unbothered while they squealed with every step he made back to his lounger.
He stopped right next to you. Close enough that water still dripped down his body to your spot. He reached for a towel, slinging it over his shoulders, rubbing his hair with one hand, while the rest of him gleamed under the sun. Johnny glanced down with a lazy grin as he dried the back of his neck.
"Huh. Guess you don't even have to get in the water," he said it like nothing, like an innocent comment, but then you noticed the mischief behind his eyes. "It's already dripping 'round here."
Did he just say that I– that he made me–? Oh my God. Oh my God. OH MY GOD.
You went through every single curse word in your head. And the look on his face? Oh, he knew exactly what he was saying. At this point he was not even trying to be subtle anymore.
Satisfied with your loss for words and jaw almost touching the floor, he laughed. He actually laughed. And then, with maddening ease, turned to pick up his sunglasses and beer and made his way out, toweling off as if he hadn't just left you fighting for air in the middle of a crowded pool deck.
Your neck burned so hot you were sure your face was about to explode. For Johnny it was easy to move on like nothing happened, towel draped over his shoulders, beer bottle in hand, humming along to the music playing from the speakers. But you were ruined. Not even cooked at this point.
Burnt.
You shifted on the lounger. God, why is it so hot in here?
Before you could overthink, you shot up from your seat and marched straight for the pool. Sunglasses tossed aside with less ease than Johnny had, coverup still on. Without hesitation, you dove in, the cool water soothing the rush down.
And Johnny? He had definitely noticed. He turned around just in time to see you get in the water. He leaned casually on the palm tree next to him, sunglasses back on, and tipped his beer bottle in your direction with a smirk. Like he knew exactly why you'd jumped in.
And the worst part? He was right. The water running down his body wasn't the only thing dripping 'round here.
Sunset came around.
Aurora was practically buzzing as you strutted down the boardwalk, both of you dressed up after an hour of getting ready in your suite to take some pictures at the beach. She’d chosen a silky pink little dress that clung to her curves.
And you? You’d taken a risk.
The dress was shorter than anything you usually wore, the neckline dipping lower, the fabric hugging your body in ways that made your reflection in the mirror hard to look away from. Aurora had squealed when you stepped out of the bathroom.
“Finally! That’s the energy we need. Boys won’t even know what hit them.”
You’d laughed, pretending it was all for the thrill of spring break, but deep down you knew the truth. If Johnny Storm wanted to tease, then two could play that game.
By the time you reached the beach, the sky was painted in pink and gold, and the crowd was already gathering at the bar. That’s where you saw him.
Johnny.
Leaning against the bamboo counter, dressed in white linen. Shirt half unbuttoned, tight shorts, tanned skin glowing under the last streaks of sun. He had the bartender laughing, his hand brushed her arm lightly as he said something, and she tilted her head back, hanging on every word.
Oh he had been doing his best all afternoon.
After the pool, after what he said, after the way you dove in like you were escaping him, the guilt had come back sharper than ever. So he did what he always did when guilt got too loud, he tried to distract himself.
Charming the bartender was easy. She was pretty, sweet, laughing at every dumb line he tossed her way. And for a while, it worked. He leaned in close, let his smile do the heavy lifting, told himself this was safer. This was normal.
And then he laughed at something she said, careless, when something in the distance caught his eye. He half turned, catching his daughter first, and then you, looking like sin itself next to her.
The world stopped.
The dress clung to you like it had been made for this exact moment, the sunset painting your skin as you walked beside Aurora. His laughter died in his throat, chest tightening with a heat he hadn’t felt in years.
Hot damn.
And it wasn’t just you, he was absolutely cooked too.
The bartender’s voice faded into the background, her hand brushing his arm unnoticed as his gaze locked on you. Every attempt he’d made to shove you out of his head crumbled in an instant.
Johnny’s hand tightened on his glass. He should’ve looked away. Should’ve gone back to the bartender. Should’ve done anything but stare.
Damn it, Storm. She’s your kid’s best friend. You don’t get to look. You’re not supposed to notice the way she fills out that dress– but what if she wore it for me?–No! absolutely not.
But when your eyes flicked up and caught his, just for a second, Johnny forgot all about guilt. His gaze locked with yours, intense, unflinching in a way that made you squirm.
Goosebumps went up your spine, feeling exposed under the weight of his gaze. You couldn’t look away, even as something inside you screamed that you should. All you could feel was satisfaction, on how your little dress choice had the effect you’d wanted on him.
Johnny Storm, notorious flirt, fire himself, your best friend’s dad, looked at you like he’d just been set ablaze.
Aurora, of course, didn’t notice a thing. Her eyes were scanning the view, choosing the perfect spot for your pictures.
“It’s perfect here! This is it.” Aurora practically bounced in her spot, snapping you out of the trance shoving her phone in your direction.
You laughed nervously and took the phone, letting Aurora pose against the backdrop of the ocean and flickering torches. And of course, she was a natural. Every angle, every smile, every toss of her hair, it all came effortlessly. Just like her dad.
Once she was happy with the infinite candids you got of her, she ushered you to take the same spot. Her face lit up when she spotted a bush nearby, and plucked a beautiful white flower from it.
“Don’t argue.” She tucked it gently behind your ear, stepping back with a grin. “There. You look gorgeous. Now stand over there, the light is unreal.”
Over the bar, Johnny was fighting for his damn life. The bartender long forgotten, his attention solely set on the way you posed for the camera. The sunset glowed beautifully across your skin, the flower so sweet on your hair, and he just couldn’t look away. Not when you smiled genuinely at Aurora, not when the hem of your dress shifted in the breeze, not when the laughter bubbled up your throat like you didn’t even realize how stunning you were.
“Go, bestie go!” Aurora joked, moving her camera so she captured multiple angles. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie.”
You laughed, trying to focus on her silly lines to hype you up, on the glow of the torches and the sound of the ocean, but eventually, and inevitably, your eyes strayed.
Back to the bar. Back to him. Just for a second.
And that was when Aurora squealed. “Oh my god, yes! That’s the one!”
You got startled, eyes wide as she walked over, shoving the phone in your face. On the screen, there you were, flower tucked in your hair, beach in the background, lips parted in a soft laugh, and your eyes locked, unmistakably shining at something…or someone, off camera.
“You’re glowing! Look at your eyes, they shine. It’s perfect!”
You stood there smiling awkwardly, because you knew exactly who you’d been looking at.
Aurora, oblivious, was already editing the picture. “This is going straight to my insta. That bitchass ex of yours is gonna choke when he sees what he’s missing.”
You nodded in agreement, but your eyes were already daring to the bar, again, and Johnny's gaze never wavered. And even in that distance, you caught the unmistakable wink he threw your way.
And for the first time all night, the guilt wasn’t anywhere in his eyes.
It was heat.
Pure, dangerous fire.
Dinner with Aurora had gone in a blur, and soon you were back in the suite to call it a day. She was locked in the bathroom, doing her fourteen step skincare regime. You hadn't changed out of your dress, nerves still buzzing under your skin from the way Johnny looked at you during your little photo session. So you stepped out onto the balcony instead.
The dark sea stretched endlessly in front of you, moonlight dancing across the waves, the night air warm against your skin. You leaned against the railing, phone in hand, mindlessly opening your socials to distract yourself.
And there it was, as soon as you opened Instagram, the picture Aurora took and posted to her profile. The one she'd taken of you with the flower in your hair. The one where you were looking at him. The likes were stacked high, comments from your friends back from college flooding in.
You smiled, scrolling through the lovely comments, tapping the numbers next to the little heart to check the list of names, but the first one was enough to make your heart leap out of your chest.
Johnny Storm.
He didn't comment, didn't follow your tagged account. It was just his name there, clear as day, sitting at the top of the likes. It might as well have happened a few minutes ago for all you knew.
You locked your phone, unlocked it again, like maybe it would disappear. It didn't. And then, curiosity burned hotter than it should have. Before you could stop yourself, you were tapping his name.
His profile was public. Of course.
You chuckled at the most recent rows. The glossy, influencer style, overly well done shots that had Aurora's touch all over them. Not that you were complaining. You went one by one, him shirtless on a yacht, another one in sunglasses and that signature smirk in a blue convertible, another mid swing at the golf court. His pose was never forced, all he had to do was stand there and let his body do the rest. It was just who he was to the world.
But as you scrolled further down, you came across the less polished ones. The actual him.
Grainy shots of a spaceship launch. A very dim photo of a record spinning on the beautiful turntable you saw in his living room. The skyline at sunset from the rooftop of what you recognized as his family building in Manhattan, his silhouette barely visible in the corner.
They were beautiful in his own Johnny way, but what made you smile was that every other picture had a retro song tagged. You even saved some that caught your interest to check out later.
You kept scrolling, now finding multiple throwback pictures of him holding a toddler Aurora and her baby cousin Franklin, hanging on each arm, or on his lap, or climbing over his head. No matter what they were doing, his smile was brighter than ever.
But also… younger. A long time ago.
You sighed. A flicker of that weird feeling trying to resurface, but before you could give it a second thought, a notification popped up.
JohnnyStorm has requested to follow you.
Your body took a screenshot.
And so did your fingers on your phone. The action was almost instinctive, pressing the buttons fast as lighting to save the evidence in case it was an accident and he decided to take it back. You blinked at the screen a few times, like it might change any moment, giving him time to undo it.
But... he didn't.
His name sat there, beautiful and bold and smug, waiting for you to decide. You bit your lip, thumb hovering over the button. Every part of you screamed this was not right. You shouldn't do it. And yet...
Fuck it.
You hit "accept". A mixture of relief and dread tangled in your chest, but it was too late to take it back now. In the end, it was just a follow…Right?
You gaslighted yourself into believing it was no big deal.
So you kept scrolling, right where you left off. More photos of his family he posted a couple of years back. You recognized all the familiar faces of Aurora's life.
A candid of him and Reed Richards at a conference, the latter gesturing the presentation as Johnny looked at him with unspoken admiration. The caption said something about a groundbreaking discovery they made about cosmic radiation on their first space mission. Another one with his sister Sue, caught mid laugh, her hand attempting to hide her face while Johnny side hugged her to death, his own eyes crinkled with playfulness.
God help you, you were swooning.
And then, you came across the coolest picture you could've seen on anyone's Instagram. Johnny and Ben Grimm in spacesuits, floating inside the F4 station. White helmets suspended in the air next to them, their grins huge as they threw peace signs at the camera, the zero gravity making their hair stick out in all directions.
You knew Johnny was an astronaut. Everyone knew. His family was known for their contributions to space travel and exploration, but it was crazy how someone with a career that serious, was still impossibly him. Johnny. And seeing it, seeing him in that picture, weightless, laughing, living history like it was nothing… something in your chest squeezed tight.
Without thinking, you pinched the screen to zoom in. His smile had always been beautiful, his eyes always crinkling with pure joy. You wanted to study every detail. From his spacesuit, to the breathtaking view of earth behind them.
But just as you pinched to zoom again– an accidental double tap.
A red heart popped on your screen.
You weren't sure how your phone didn't end up plummeting down multiple stories onto the sand, considering the gasp you let out. You'd actually liked it. A photo from years ago. The kind that made it painfully obvious you'd been stalking his profile.
"Shit shit shit–" you hissed, tapping the screen to unlike it as fast as you could.
The stupid little heart disappeared, but the damage, however, was already done. Had he seen it? Had he screenshotted the notification just like you did?
The thought of Johnny Storm knowing you'd been nose diving through his past at midnight made your whole body burn.
Just a few rooms down the hall, Johnny was sprawled across his balcony chair, dinner shirt now fully open, bare feet propped up on the little rattan table. The night air was warm, with just the slight breeze coming from the sea. His phone laid screen down on his bare chest, eyes fixated on the stars above as his head flooded with thoughts he shouldn't be having.
When his phone buzzed.
You accepted his follow request.
A grin came across his face before he could stop it. He opened your profile instantly, sitting straighter like something interesting finally happened.
It was cute picture after cute picture. You with friends at some festival, another one of the sky in a beautiful mix of pink and yellow you couldn't resist photographing, another one of you crouched down laughing as a puppy tried to lick your face. He paused on one at a college game where Aurora had practically climbed on your back, grinning at the camera with her eyes crinkling the same way his did.
"Absolutely crazy, just like me." Johnny chuckled, shaking his head. Like father, like daughter.
But soon that warmth in his chest tightened into that familiar gut wrenching feeling. Guilt.
He shouldn't be doing this. Thinking about you in the way he has been. You were just too young, and he was certainly old enough to know better. Johnny dragged a hand through his hair, groaning under his breath. He couldn't be that guy. He wouldn't. He'd promised himself a thousand times he would be a better man.
He'd raised Aurora to know her worth, to see through bullshit boys, to expect more. And here he was, breaking every rule he'd ever drilled into her, setting the worst example possible.
His thumb hovered over the home bar to close the app. He needed to shut it down before he made it worse. But a notification showed up on his screen.
You liked a photo.
Johnny frowned, then tapped it immediately to see which one. Much to his surprise, it wasn't something recent. Not the yacht pics, not the cocky grin in sunglasses, not the daughter approved shots.
It was the photo.
Him and Ben in full spacesuits, grinning like idiots, throwing peace signs in zero gravity. A picture buried years down his feed, one he saw often since he had it framed on his desk back home.
And your like? Gone. Your name didn't show up on the list anymore.
"Well, well, well..." He drawled, a grin spreading slowly.
There was no mistaking it. You hadn't just stumbled across that. You'd gone deep. And you'd accidentally slipped a little heart on it. He couldn't stop smiling now. The guilt was still there, whispering in the back of his head. But now? Now he knew. You were looking, just like he was.
Johnny leaned back in his chair, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he stared at the photo. Then he let out a dry laugh, smug as hell.
"Guess I'm not the only one digging."
And God help him, because knowing you'd been scrolling through his past didn't make him want to stop. It made him want to see how far you'd go.
The second day at the resort came, and you’d managed to avoid Johnny most of the day, with the excuse of spending more girls time with Aurora. The last thing you wanted was him teasing you about last night, and a part of you just hoped he hadn’t seen the like you took away instantly.
The resort had outdone itself for dinner tonight. Wood tables lined the beach, tiki torches flickering against the sky while the sun melted into the horizon in shades of orange and pink. Aurora's hand latched onto your arm, pulling you down the sandy path toward the tables.
"Come on. I got the perfect spot, right next to that guy!" She grinned, pointing to the table where a very handsome guy with dark hair and blue eyes sat.
You laughed and shook your head, following her into seats just close enough to her chosen target's table to be coincidental. You looked around, spotting all the pretty faces you could probably set a target on too.
Someone your age, probably.
But that thought got snapped away from your head when a warm hand landed on your shoulder, making you jump in your seat. Johnny appeared behind you, mouthing a ‘Relax’ before leaning down to plant a kiss on Aurora's forehead, then sliding into the chair across from you with unbothered confidence.
The first thing you noticed was his blonde hair, still damp around the edges, a little frizzy from the ocean where he'd apparently been all day. Sunglasses hooked into the collar of his loose maroon linen shirt, a pair of light beach shorts, and a glint in his eye that told you he'd bring up the Instagram fiasco anytime. When you drifted your gaze somewhere else, his eyes dragged down the dress you chose for tonight.
Even prettier than yesterday’s.
"Ladies, I've been wondering when you'd show up," he cleared his throat, picking up the menu with a flourish. "What are we eating tonight? And don't say fries, if I flew you here for spring break, you're getting actual food."
"Dad, chill. You know I’ll always want fries." Aurora rolled her eyes, already flipping through her menu.
Johnny hummed playfully, leaning back in his chair pretending to go through the options. You did the same, but the moment you decided to look up, his eyes were already on you, with a stupid little grin that said 'I know what you did last night.’
Christ.
Thankfully, dinner came quickly. Platters of fresh seafood, grilled vegetables, and yes, a side of fries placed right in front of Aurora.
“Oh, thanks Dad!” She said as she blew him a kiss before turning back to you. “See? He can’t say no.” She added between laughs, making Johnny pick up a fry and point it at her like a warning.
“Don’t get used to it, only because it’s spring break.”
“Yeah yeah,” she dismissed him. “Maybe you should test him too. Best friend status gets you some perks.” She elbowed your arm, wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You just bit your lip, ignoring the thoughts invading your head from that suggestion. Johnny watched playfully, picking up his glass of sangria to drink his thoughts away too.
“I’ll try not to abuse the power.” You cleared your throat, taking a sip of yours.
“Uh huh,” Johnny smirked, leaning back in his chair, watching you over the rim of his glass. “We’ll see.”
You almost choked on your drink. Aurora, oblivious to the way his eyes lingered on you, was too busy watching the guy at the other table. Every few minutes she leaned into you, whispering commentary like, “Okay, he just laughed… oh my God, his smile is so cute,” while you nodded, trying not to focus on the one at your table.
Johnny was back putting on a show. He laughed at all the right moments, charmed the waitresses that passed by with easy jokes, played the part of the laid back dad perfectly while you were internally fighting for your life. After a while a different waitress walked to your table, noticing they’d been taking turns to walk by just to exchange a few words with Johnny, and handed him the dessert menu with blushed cheeks. Just as he was reading it, the guy Aurora'd been eyeing caught her look, smiled, and gave a nod toward the stretch of beach behind the torches. Her eyes widened, excitement written all over her face. She grabbed your hand under the table, whispering.
“Okay, you have to distract my dad.”
“What? No! I–“ she didn’t even let you finish, slipping out of her chair.
“Oh no!” she said, feigning shock. “My phone’s dead, tragic! guess I have to run up to the room to charge it.”
“Uh- you wandering alone, this late?” Johnny looked up from the dessert menu, brows lifting as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Yeah, I’ll be quick! This place is pretty safe, don’t worry dad.”
For a second, Johnny hesitated. Then the waitress cleared her throat to get his attention back, smiling sweetly as she listed her personal recommendations, and his grin slipped back into place. He waved Aurora off with a little flick of his hand.
“Fine. Just be careful, princess.”
Aurora nodded profusely, blurting a quick thank you, Dad! before darting off into the crowd, leaving you alone at the table. Johnny straightened in his chair, tapping a finger against the menu as he looked up at the waitress.
“I’ll have the chocolate cake, simply the best I’ve tried here. Oh, and throw in a couple of sundaes too, make sure they have those little paper umbrella things, please,” He turned on the full Storm charm, flashing a smile. “What can I say? I’m weak for presentation.”
The waitress giggled as she scribbled the order, and Johnny winked before handing back the menu. Then, once she was gone, he turned back to you.
“Guess it’s just us now,” he drawled, looking at you with mischief in his eyes. “So, tell me…”
Shit. This is when he brings it up. What the hell am I gonna say?
“How’s school treating you? Aurora says you’ve been buried in work lately.”
You blinked at the question. Certainly it wasn’t what you were expecting. Not that you were complaining, though.
“It’s…fine. You know engineering is busy, but it's fine,” you kept the answer short, fiddling with the edge of your napkin.
“Mmm…” he tilted his head, studying you. “You always say ‘fine’. Makes me think you’re not saying everything you want to say.”
You hesitated before answering this time. The thing about Johnny was you never knew if he was genuinely interested in an answer or if he just wanted to watch you squirm, since everything he said always hinted some kind of hidden meaning. He chuckled at your silence, leaning forward, elbows on the table.
“Look, all I’m saying is,” he stole a fry off Aurora’s abandoned plate. “I wouldn’t mind hearing some of that college drama. Right when life is just loud, kinda…messy, you know?.”
“Loud and messy, huh…is that how you like it?” you teased, tilting your head. “The drama, of course,” you clarified, smiling innocently.
Johnny’s eyes widened, like he wasn’t expecting to hear you say something like that, but his grin never faltered. If anything, it got bigger.
“Well…don’t you?” He teased back, leaning on his chair again. You shrugged nonchalantly. “You’re in your twenties. If you’re not a little loud and messy, you’re doing it wrong,” He shrugged playfully. “Don’t worry, though, you have enough time to make mistakes.”
The tension between you two could be cut with a knife, charged with unspoken words and longing stares, until the waitress returned with desserts, breaking the moment. Johnny flashed her that same charming smile, thanking her warmly, giving you time to exhale a breath you’d been holding.
The waitress set down the desserts, a plate with one slice of chocolate cake drizzled with syrup, and two glass cups of vanilla sundae, topped with those ridiculous little paper umbrellas. He reached for the cake first, pulling the plate closer with a satisfied hum.
“Now this…this is what spring break is about. Forget tequila shots. Chocolate cake at sunset? That’s real luxury,” Johnny grinned, cutting a bite of cake with his fork.
“I’m not sure that’s what people mean when they say spring break.” You chuckled.
“That’s because people don’t know how to do it like I do.” He winked, then lifted the bite, but instead of eating it, he held the fork out across the table. “Go on.”
“W-what?”
“Try it,” he nodded, holding the fork closer to you, “Best chocolate cake you’ll ever have. Promise.”
You hesitated, heart leaping out of your chest, but his hand didn’t waver. Slowly, you leaned forward, lips parting just enough to take the bite off the fork, your eyes never leaving his.The chocolate melted instantly on your tongue, rich, bittersweet, perfect, but you barely enjoyed it. Not when Johnny was watching you with dilated pupils taking over the blue of his eyes.
“Well?” he asked, voice lower now, teasing.
“It’s… really good,” you mumbled, licking the leftover syrup from your lips. “I guess, it’s a guilty pleasure of mine.”
“The cake?” He lifted an eyebrow as you nodded with that feign innocence that’d been driving him crazy the whole trip.
“Sure.”
Johnny leaned back at last, smirking at the glint in your eye, finally taking his own bite, eyes never leaving yours.
The rest of dinner wound down with empty dessert plates and a torchlit walk back up the boardwalk. Aurora had returned from her encounter flustered, hair slightly out of place, which she blamed on having to rush from her room back to the beach. Johnny just eyed her suspiciously, not entirely buying her story but too distracted with you to pry more into it. So, he just handed her a piece of cake he saved, and then walked you back to the suite.
By the time you reached your room, Johnny took the keycard from Aurora's hand, and opened the door with a dramatic bow.
“Okay ladies, bedtime. Party’s over.”
“Daaad, it’s literally not even midnight!” Aurora groaned right back, rolling her eyes.
“Exactly,” Johnny shot back. “That’s when the chaos starts, now go to sleep.” He gave her a mock scolding look.
“Ugh, fine. Skincare time then. Don’t wait up!” Aurora groaned again, already heading inside, but Johnny caught her, one arm stopping her in as he bent to kiss her forehead.
“Goodnight, princess.” He said, as she squirmed like she was twelve again, squealing.
“Dad, stoppp.” She wriggled free at last, shoving him off, darting toward the bathroom with her bag in hand.
Johnny watched her disappear, the soft smile on his face lingering longer than he meant it to. Then his eyes slid back to you. You stood just outside the doorway, hands clasped together, heat creeping up your face. Johnny stepped closer, close enough that his voice was low when he leaned down, lips near your ear.
“Goodnight to you too,” he whispered, “And, don’t stay up stalking people,” he added, smug as hell, and just when he saw the way you tensed, he turned around satisfied.
You dragged yourself into the room, heart ringing in your ears, already bracing to pretend you weren’t about to lose the rest of your sanity. You expected to have some time to cool off, while Aurora locked herself in the bathroom to do her whole skincare ritual. Instead, she was sprawled across her bed, legs kicking in the air as she texted, giggling like a little girl.
“Uh…where’s the skincare?” You paused in the doorway. Aurora glanced up, face lighting up.
“Oh my god–you’re not gonna believe this. He wants to meet up again. Like, right now,” she sat up, shoving her phone at you with the message glowing on the screen.
“Aurora…”
“Don’t look at me like that. You’ll cover for me if dad comes, right? Pretty please?” She clasped her hands together, giving you her best Storm puppy eyes. You laughed, shaking your head.
“You’re impossible, but yes, of course,” you laughed, and she squealed.
“Correction,” she said, bending to rummage through her suitcase, tugging out a shorter dress and holding it against herself. “I’m a Storm.”
“Yup,” you agreed, shaking your head amused “Just…be careful, okay?”
“Ugh, you sound just like him.” Aurora rolled her eyes, grinning as she ducked into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she reappeared, lipstick retouched, hair flipped, outfit perfect. “Okay, the cover story is I’m asleep, dead to the world, dreaming about fries. Got it?”
“Got it,” you laughed again. Aurora blew you a dramatic kiss, wiggling her fingers in a wave.
“You’re the best. Love you!”
And with that, she slipped out the door, leaving you alone in the quiet suite with your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Because you couldn’t stop thinking about Johnny. How he’d looked at you. How teasing, how suggestive, how impossibly hot he’d been. How he made sure you knew he knew about the stupid photo incident. But before you could spiral any further, your phone buzzed. Your ex calling.
Of course. Midnight.
And of course, you hit decline. Two seconds later, it buzzed again. Decline again. Then again. He wouldn’t stop. The screen lit up with his name over and over until, against every ounce of better judgment, you swiped to answer.
“What do you want?” You snapped, and he chuckled.
“Relax. Just wanted to say you looked…wow. That picture Aurora posted? You look beautiful.”
“Okay. And?” You said annoyed, sinking on the edge of the bed. He sighed dramatically, like you were the one exhausting him.
“Jesus, attitude.” He whistled low, and then that stupid, dry laugh he made when he was about to talk shit. ”I’m trying to be nice over here, how have you been?”
“Oh, me? I’m doing great, thank you. Even better if you stopped calling so I can enjoy myself over here.”
“Ohh right, I see how it is. Princess goes somewhere fancy for spring break and suddenly thinks she’s all that.”
“Jesus, do you even listen to yourself when you talk?” You almost groaned. “When you saw my picture you definitely thought I’m all that.”
He chuckled, again. “Nah– just another pretty face. But hey, at least you’re kinda hot. Guess that’s what matters in the end, right?”
The line clicked dead, just like that, before you could even fight back. You threw your phone on the bed, covering your face and groaning into your hands. His words left a sour taste in your mouth, one that you suddenly decided you’d drown with some strong liquor.
If Aurora sneaked out, why wouldn’t you?
Before you knew it, you were walking out of the suite as quietly as you could, heart pounding like you were the one sneaking out to meet a boy.
A drink, that’s all you wanted. Just one to take the sting out of your ex’s words.
You made it to the lobby, arms hugging your body, and just when you rounded the corner to walk toward the beach bar, you collided with someone solid, warm, who steadied you instantly with strong hands on your shoulders.
“Woah there–”
The voice was familiar, too damn familiar, and laced with amusement. You looked up and your stomach dropped, cursing internally. Of all people, it had to be Johnny. Why the hell wasn’t he in his room anyways?
“Well, well, well. Look who’s sneaking out,” he dragged, like this was the best thing that happened to him all trip.
“I-I wasn’t …my ex called, and I just…needed to breathe, that’s all,” you fumbled, words tripping out before you could think.
The amused grin slipped, just slightly. His eyes searched yours, catching on the uneasiness you hadn’t been able to shake. For a moment, you thought he’d tease you again, but he didn’t. Instead, he softened his grip before letting go.
“Yeah? Is that why you’re wandering the hotel at midnight alone?” He raised his brow, probably questioning why his daughter wasn’t with you. You nodded quickly.
“Yeah. Aurora’s dead asleep after her… like, twenty step skincare routine. Probably dreaming about fries.” You laughed nervously, remembering your cover for her.
“That sounds about right.” He chuckled.
You held your breath, afraid he was going to call your bluff about his daughter. He always knew. Instead, he tilted his head, looking at you quizzically, something unreadable flickering in his eyes before his smile came back.
“Tell you what,” he said. “You’re already up. I’m already up. Wanna go for a drink?”
How your ex dumping you made you end up in a beach bar with Johnny Storm after midnight was far beyond your understanding. But here you were, standing next to him on the sand, while he ordered drinks for you. After the bartender handed your glasses, you followed him to the shoreline, sand cool beneath your sandals as the night wrapped around you.
The crowd of the resort had thinned down to only a few people. A couple of drunk groups sprawled near the water, laughing too loud. A pair tangled up in one of the cabanas. Another couple walked hand in hand just ahead.
And then there was you. Walking the beach at midnight, sharing cocktails with Johnny Storm. You both walked in silence for a bit, accompanied by the sound of crashing waves. Half your cocktail was gone and it hadn’t taken the edge off the way you’d hoped. Johnny glanced at you from the corner of his eye.
“So…that ex of yours,” he started. “Wanna talk about it?” He asked softly, like he was testing the waters. You sighed, bringing your drink to your lips once more before saying something you’ve been wanting to pour out of your chest.
“Honestly?” You hesitated, not wanting to look at him yet. “He used to be great at first, but as time went on and things started getting more serious, he just…turned awful.”
“Awful?” He hummed. “Did he not treat you right?”
“Right…” You whispered, then let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know what ‘right’ even means to a guy at this point.” You shrugged.
“Well, that's probably because it’s about what it means to you, actually.” He corrected softly, like it was the easiest answer. “How did he make you feel?” He pushed, nudging you towards opening up.
You hesitated for a second, then sighed. “I don’t know, he just…he always– always made me feel like I was too much–and the worst part? I let myself believe it for so long,” You shook your head, eyes set on the ocean next to you, “I mean, maybe I was sometimes, but–“
“Hey–don’t.” He cut you off instantly, halting his steps to make you look at him. “If he didn’t treat you right that’s on him, not you. Don’t make yourself smaller because some little boy couldn’t keep up with you.”
You looked away, sipping the last of your drink to buy time, but he wasn’t letting up until you believed every single word he said. So, Johnny leaned closer to you, softening his tone.
“You know, I always tell Aurora the same thing. No boy gets to put his hands on her unless he’s earned the right to even stand there in her presence. And respect comes first, always. That’s the rule.” He nodded, when your eyes found him again. “You deserve someone who makes you feel like too much in the best way. Like they just can’t get enough of you.”
Heat crawled up your neck, because the way he said it was very ‘Johnny being a dad’, but his blue eyes said there was more meaning behind those words than just offering some advice to her daughter's friend.
“You got the fire, you know you gotta own that.” He continued, a teasing grin on his face now. “So, hold your shoulders higher. You walk into a room, and people should be tripping over themselves just to keep up.” He gave a little cocky shrug, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
The problem was, the cocktail was stronger than you thought. The warmth spread through your chest, loosening your tongue, making it harder to keep the lid on everything you’d been holding back.
“Yeah. I’ve tried the whole ‘holding my shoulders higher’ thing.” You huffed, eyes on your feet kicking the sand below. “I’d make myself pretty, all dressed up in a nice outfit with something cute under…all for a guy who didn’t even last, a guy who couldn’t even make me–“
Your mouth snapped shut, but it was too late.
Oh no. Shit. That was too much.
You looked up with wide eyes, praying he’d let it slide. But Johnny Storm wasn’t the type to let anything slide. He just stared for a second, brows lifted, caught somewhere between surprise and curiosity.
“He couldn’t make you what?”
You shook your head immediately, laughing nervously. “Nothing! Forget I said anything.”
You turned around in your heels, making the way back a little too fast over the footsteps you’d left on the sand. Johnny chuckled, amused, jogging to catch up with you. Once he did, he began walking backwards just to see your face while he pried the details out of you.
“So let me get this straight. You said you got dressed up, looking pretty, all for this guy who couldn’t…what? Couldn’t handle it? Couldn’t keep up?”
Your eyes avoided his, without slowing your pace, you wished the sand would open up and swallow you whole.
“Hey, don’t back up now, what did you mean?”
“Nothing, Johnny–“
“Oh come on, you can’t drop that on me and expect me to let it go.” His grin returned, like this was the best thing that happened to him all week. “What did that boy do, huh? Or better yet…what didn’t he do?” He gasped dramatically, making you choke on a laugh, mortified.
“I’m not saying it.”
He chuckled. “Alright, alright. I’ll save you the trouble, then.” He lifted his hands innocently, the last of his drink spilling on the sand, but he couldn’t care less. He finally stopped walking backwards and joined your side instead. “He didn’t even last…five minutes? That was it?”
You pressed your lips together, refusing to answer, but that only made his grin spread wider.
“Ohhh,” he drawled, excitement in his tone as he held up four fingers. “What about four?”
You just kept walking, lips sealed, getting closer to the resort lights with each firm step.
Johnny made an exaggerated shocked face, lowering his hand. “No way! Three minutes?”
You shook your head, hiding your face with your hands. “Johnny, stop it.”
“Oh my God…don’t tell me it was less than two.” Johnny slapped a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to stifle his laughter. “Hell, two minutes and then bam! Finish line?”
“Johnny!” you hissed, uncovering your face to shove his shoulder weakly, but you were laughing too.
“Wait, wait–” He shook his head amused, putting his arm in front of you to stop your getaway. “But by ‘lasted’ you just meant the actual… you know.” He gestured vaguely in the air with his hand. “The main event. Not the part where he actually got you off first… ‘cause he did that at least, right?”
Yeah. Right. In an ideal world.
You stared at him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes. The alcohol had already stripped away your filter, your pride…everything.
Fuck it.
“Okay–you wanna hear the messy drama? Fine. Last time he ruined a pair of my most expensive underwear, ripping it off like some romance book. Then he lasted maybe a minute. Didn’t even get me off…not like he ever did anyways.”
“Maybe a minute? Not even the whole sixty seconds–wow.” He whistled low. “And he never made you–? Ever?”
“Johnny, it took him longer to rip the lace than to actually finish–“ You cut yourself off, covering your face. “God, I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”
You thought he would make fun of you, laugh his ass off, but when you peeked through your fingers, he wasn’t laughing anymore. He looked shocked. Horrified.
“Oh my God,” he frowned, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. “That’s–sweetheart, that’s not what sex is supposed to be like…I’m sorry but you deserve better than that…way better.”
You didn’t know what it was that almost sent you over the edge after that. Maybe the fact that he just called you sweetheart, or the alcohol spreading through your bloodstream, or the fact that he looked like he wished to fix it himself.
And maybe you did too.
“You know, most guys your age…they’re clueless. No patience, no rhythm, no idea what the fuck they’re doing.”
You hummed, because you agreed, and the words tumbled out before you could stop them.
“Yeah, well…” You whispered, stepping closer to him. “Then lucky you’re not my age, I guess.” You shrugged sheepishly.
Johnny stood still for a moment, but that grin slipped right back on like a reflex.
“Lucky for who, though?” His gaze burned through you, dragging down your frame before snapping back to your eyes. “You…or me?”
You didn’t answer this time, your silence saying everything the reasonable part of you wouldn’t let you admit aloud. You both stood there, caught in the heavy air of what you just said and what you weren’t saying. A chill ran though your body, goosebumps in your skin making you rub your arms unconsciously. Johnny’s gaze dropped, tilting his head.
“Cold?” He teased, almost concerned.
You shook your head softly. “I’m fine.”
Johnny huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, sure you are.” He took a step back, forcing some space between you, then tipped his head toward the rest of the path. “Come on, time to head back before you freeze out here.”
You nodded, holding your breath. He took the empty glass from your grasp, barely brushing your skin with his fingers, and set it next to his, carrying them in one hand.
The walk back was unbearable.
The torches lit your way, as you tried to keep your faces neutral. Every so often, your arms brushed, too close, yet not enough. Only becoming apart when he stopped by the bar to return the glasses.
When you finally reached the building, Johnny held the door open for you with a soft smile, his usual dramatic flourish turned into something more intentional. It’s like you could see it in his eyes, like he was holding something back. Like he was waiting for something.
One wrong look, one wrong word, and everything could snap.
You stepped into the elevator, the doors sliding shut with a soft ding. Johnny stood next to you, leaning against the mirrored wall with his arms crossed, eyes locked on your side profile. And in that reckless blonde head of his, all he could think about was, what could he say to make you squirm a little longer before the night was over?
The small curve of a smirk appeared when a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
“You know,” he said lightly, “It’s been a while since I was in space.”
Of course he wants to bring that up right now.
“…Space?” You asked, barely turning to him, acting like you didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Mhm.” His mouth grew with that smug, knowing grin. “Last time was with Ben– way too long ago.” He drawled the words dramatically. “Like waaay back.”
Yup. He was totally calling you out. Here we go.
“Herbert took this really cool shot of us in our suits, just floating around, acting like idiots.” He leaned forward to catch your attention, eyes glinting. “Ring any bells?”
Your gaze turned to the doors again so fast Johnny almost laughed. “Funny thing,” He went on, “How people always stumble across the old stuff.” He hummed dramatically, pretending to think. “Almost like they went digging.”
Ding.
The elevator stopped on your floor, but before you could walk out, Johnny stepped in front of you, holding his arm up against the door frame smugly.
“Did you at least find what you were looking for?” He teased, tilting his head amusingly.
“W-what?” You said under your breath.
“On my profile, sweetheart. Deep dive, huh?”
At this point you couldn’t even blame the alcohol anymore. Just the pure, unfiltered want to make him break before he made you. If he wanted to play with fire, then both of you were about to take the burn.
“Busted.” You shrugged innocently, a reckless smile tugging at your lips. “I guess…you like it loud and messy. I like going deep. Where does that leave us, Johnny?”
Johnny stared at you stunned, then chuckled in disbelief. “My God…” he exhaled. “Dangerous little thing, aren’t you?”
His body cut the space between you, taking slow, deliberate steps until your back hit the cool mirror. He didn’t even touch you, not yet, just stood close enough that his body towered over yours.
“You know, when you say those things and then look at me like that…you make my head go places it shouldn’t.” He groaned. “I need you to believe me–please believe me when I tell you I know I shouldn’t,” He muttered, trying to convince himself more than you.
“But you want to.” You whispered.
He laughed dryly. “Want doesn’t even cover it.” He shook his head, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. “I could make a list of all the things I wanna do to you right now if you let me.”
You stared up at him speechless, gripping the elevator railing behind you, trying to steady yourself when you felt your knees going weak. Johnny noticed, of course he did, his hands burning as he held back from steadying you. But he kept them to his side.
Not yet. Not until she says I can.
“You know…what I said back there? About no one putting their hands on my daughter’s waist unless they’d earned the right to even stand there?”
You barely nodded. The memory was still fresh, but his tone didn’t sound like advice anymore.
“Respect first, always. You know that’s the rule.” He continued, leaning in, his mouth hovering over yours. “So–please tell me, sweetheart… have I earned it?”
You wanted to scream yes in every language. Sí. Oui. Ja. Da. Sim. Hell, you’d learn it in every single one just to sing it for him if he asked, but all that came out of your mouth was a shaky yes.
Johnny finally touched you, and a broken gasp slipped out before you could stop it. His palms on your waist were scorching, like his skin held fire under the surface, searing straight through the thin fabric of your dress. His pupils went wide, blue eyes nearly swallowed whole as he pressed you into the mirrored wall.
One hand slid higher from your waist, fingers brushing up the curve of your side before rising to your cheek. He cradled your face gently, so light it contrasted with the way his body pinned you, like he was still trying to tell himself you were something untouchable.
But the way you looked at him didn’t say untouchable. It was an invitation, a promise written on every harmless bat of your lashes.
Bedroom eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” He begged. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll walk away right now.”
You leaned into his touch instinctively, shaking your head against his palm. You knew this was wrong. You knew he was twice your age. You fucking knew was your best friend's dad. And yet, the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.
Fuck it.
“Want doesn’t even cover it.” You whispered his words right back, and that was what snapped the last of his restraint.
Johnny’s hand slid from your cheek into your hair, gripping just enough to tip your head back as his mouth crashed onto yours. His lips were hungry, with pent up fire igniting in a kiss that burned through every rule, every reason, every bit of guilt you’d both been clinging to.
Your hands flew from the railing, clutching at his shirt, pulling him closer. He pressed harder, his body tight against yours, pinning you against the wall. You moaned into his mouth, his tongue sliding in with a groan.
His hands finally roamed, grazing your neck, the curve of your back, gripping your hips, like he couldn’t decide which part of you to claim first. The kiss broke just long enough for you to whisper, breathless against his lips.
“Take me to your room, Johnny.”
For a split second he froze, chest heaving against yours. Then he let out a dry, strangled laugh. He couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but he was going to enjoy every damn second. So, he didn’t hesitate.
His arms slid under your legs in one smooth motion, lifting you off the floor. You yelped, hands landing on his firm shoulders, but his mouth was already back on yours, swallowing every sound you made.
He carried you out into the quiet hall. When he reached his door, he pressed you against it with his body, one arm still holding you up as he fumbled in his shorts pocket for the keycard.
He laughed again, lips brushing yours. “Damn it–hold still.”
You giggled into his mouth, only to gasp when his hips pressed against you when you were slipping, feeling the bulge inside his pants. The lock finally beeped, the door swinging open, and he carried you inside, locking the door behind him. Your back hit the wall, hard enough to rattle a frame, making you laugh against each other's lips.
You reached to his shirt, tugging it open wider, running your hands through his unfairly sculpted chest. You needed more of him…all of him.
His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging softly, just enough to tilt your head back so he could kiss down your neck. The other hand gripped your thigh, hiking it up around his hip. You couldn’t help the little whimpers escaping, hands running through his hair as he placed open mouthed kisses down your collarbone.
His hands went to the hem of your dress, but instead of yanking it up right away, his palm slid along the fabric hugging your body.
“God,” he rasped. “This little dress on you–so fucking pretty.”
You gasped as his mouth trailed along your jaw, his voice rough against your skin. “All night, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good you look in it…and now– can I?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, still asking for permission, even if his hands itched to take it off.
“I only wore this for you,” you said, breathless. “Go on, take it off, Mr. Storm.”
His smirk only grew at the nickname, shaking his head. “That little mouth of yours…” His fingers caught the zipper with firm hands. “Too dangerous for your own good, you know that?”
The dress slipped down your shoulders, falling to the floor. His hands stilled, taking the smallest step back, eyes raking over every inch of your skin and the pretty lace over it.
He knelt down in front of you. “Fuck.” He breathed, thumbs brushing your bare skin. “Even better than I imagined.”
He leaned forward, lips pressing soft kisses across your stomach. His fingers fiddled with the hem of your panties, chuckling against the goosebumps on your skin when he noticed the heat pooling between your thighs. You gasped when his thumb brushed the wet spot over the fabric.
He caught it instantly, and looked up grinning like a devil. “Too pretty to tear off…” he snarked playfully. “To rush something this beautiful? Yeah…you take your fucking time with it.”
You flushed, heat spreading through your chest, but his praise only made you ache for more. He finally stood up, his mouth on yours again, harder, messier, as he hooked an arm under your thighs and carried you both toward the bed, placing you softly before him.
Johnny hovered over you, almost breathless, pupils wide as his gaze dragged down his real dessert. He’d seen you in less clothes before, sure, poolside, sun soaked, even teased you just for fun…but this?
This was different. This was you spread on his hotel bed. His sheets. Wearing lace so delicate and beautiful it made his chest ache. He let out an incredulous laugh, shaking his head as his hand skimmed teasingly over your thigh.
“Let’s get started with that list.”
Johnny kneeled on the bed over you and took his time, even though his body screamed with urgency. His mouth trailed over your skin slowly, your neck, collarbone, the swell of your breast above the lace. Every kiss was worship, every brush of his lips a reminder of how much he was savoring every second of it.
“I’m gonna show you how it’s done right.” He promised, his hand sliding lower, teasing, his voice dripping with cocky certainty. “How someone should really do you.”
Your chest rose and fell in agitated breaths, gasps tumbling out of you with every press of his mouth. Your fingers dug into his shoulders under the half open shirt, trying to slide the fabric down.
“Johnny,” you breathed, voice coming out needier than you expected. “Take your clothes off, please.”
Johnny hummed amused, leaning back to shove his shirt off his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor. His chest caught the moonlight from the balcony, golden and sculpted even in the dark.
“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, biting your lip.
Yes, you’d seen him shirtless before too, but that impossibly hot body was now on top of you. So fuck, indeed.
“Better?” He teased, but when your hands slid lower, tugging at his shorts, he caught your wrists gently. “Not yet.”
“Johnny–“
“Be patient…” He drawled. Then he moved back, feet touching the floor as he dragged you closer to the edge of the mattress, until he crouched in front of you, settling on his knees. “I’m gonna get you ready first…show you what you deserve before anyone ever even thinks about pleasing themselves with you.”
The words alone had you on fire, your body arching into him without thought, and Johnny laughed softly, holding your hips down.
“That’s it.” He whispered. “You’re okay–just let me...”
Your pulse raced as his fingers trailed over your thighs, teasing, inching higher until they brushed the soaked lace between your legs, pressing lightly.
Johnny smirked, eyes flicking up to catch yours. “Already ruined for me, huh? And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
And then, finally, his fingers slid beneath the lace.
You let out a whimper, your whole body jerking as his touch found you warm, wet, ready for him. Johnny groaned softly, fingers sliding in with ease.
“All of this…wasted on that boy.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You don’t even know how good it’s supposed to be…but you will.”
His fingers worked you slow, steady, curling just right until your thighs trembled around him. He watched your face as you gasped, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting on moans you couldn’t hold back.
“That’s it, let me hear you.” Johnny cooed, “Bet he never did this…” His fingers curled more, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.
“Johnny-”
“There it is.” He rasped. The way his name slipped out of you, breathless, made him groan in satisfaction.
“God, you sound so fucking good.”
You just moaned more, clutching the sheets, hips rocking helplessly into his hand. And just when you thought it couldn't get any better, his mouth was on you. Your gasp tore out instantly, hands flying from the sheets to his hair, tangling in the soft, blonde strands as his tongue worked you with the same relentlessness his fingers were.
“Johnny–oh my God–”
He groaned at the sound, his hand gripping your thighs to keep you open for him. His tongue circled until your hips bucked, sucking just right, fingers curling inside you at the same time. The combo was loud, messy…deep, as if he was proving every word he’d said, showing you exactly how it should’ve always been done.
You were almost there, crying out, tugging his hair with one hand, the other clinging to his bicep like you’d fall apart if you didn’t.
“Don’t stop–“
Johnny pulled back for half a second, lips and chin glistening, his grin smug. “Of course I won’t, just–hold onto me sweetheart. I got you.”
Your moans grew louder, his name tumbling out of your mouth over and over as your grip in his hair tightened.
He groaned against you, “That’s it, baby.” He said between licks, not stopping, not even letting you breathe. “Give it to me, come on.”
Your hips rocked helplessly against his mouth, the pressure building impossibly high, until his fingers curled again, hitting that perfect spot while his lips sealed around you.
The world shattered as your first release in a long time ripped through you, his name echoing in the room, your thighs shaking against his shoulders. Johnny groaned proudly, drinking in the image of you broken in front of him, his fingers easing but not leaving you, his tongue gentler now, kissing your wetness through every wave.
When you finally slumped back against the mattress, breathless, he pulled away slowly, lips coated. “Goddamn, what a view.” He praised, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before leaning up over you.
Your chest heaved in aftershocks, your eyes hazy, but the smile on your lips told him everything he needed to know.
Johnny pressed a brief kiss to your temple, then to your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.
“Hey…you still with me? How are we doing?”
Your lashes fluttered open, your whole body melting into his. You couldn’t form a proper word at first, just a sigh, your lips curving in a dazed smile.
“Perfect.” You managed to whisper, running a hand through the hair you tangled before.
Johnny chuckled quietly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “Yeah, I can tell.”
But when he leaned back slightly, giving you space to recover, you caught his shirtless torso with both hands, pulling him closer until his weight pressed into you again.
“I want you,” you whispered, raw and breathless, “Johnny…I need you.”
“Shit, baby,” he cursed, letting out a dry laugh against your neck. “Say it again.” He begged, his forehead falling to your chest.
“I need you.” You repeated, firmer this time, your hips shifting under his, leaving no room for doubt. “Johnny, please.”
You slid your hands down again, reaching for the waistband of his shorts, desperate to see him, to feel him.
But Johnny caught your wrists just like the first time you tried, chuckling softly. “Okay, okay, don’t worry, I got it.”
He finally pushed up from the bed, thumbs hooking into the waistband, and in one swift motion, his beach shorts hit the floor.
And my God, he was wearing nothing underneath.
You gasped softly, eyes going wide as your elbows locked behind you, holding yourself upright to take him in.
“Hot damn.” You whispered before you could stop yourself.
You swallowed hard, your lips parting in anticipation. He was huge. Hard, beautiful, perfect. You didn’t even think it would fit, but God, you wanted him to.
Johnny caught the look in your eyes with a smirk as he crawled back over you, his body heavy and hot as he pressed you into the sheets. “Don’t worry, baby,” he coaxed against your skin. “I’ll make it fit. Promise you’ll take all of me.”
You hummed, his hand sliding down your body, teasing at your lace again, “Now, as hot as this is, I can’t wait to see how pretty you look spread out in nothing but my hands.”
He reached behind your back, lifting you slightly to unclasp the bra, leaving your chest bare to him. He leaned to press a kiss on each nipple, looking up at you as he did. Then, his hands reached lower to the hem of your panties.
“Time to unwrap my present.”
He dragged the lace down agonizingly slowly, knuckles brushing your thighs as the fabric peeled away. When the panties finally slipped free down your legs, Johnny held them up for a second, twirling them around his finger, his grin cocky as hell before tossing them somewhere in the room. You let out a laugh, rolling your eyes playfully at this theatrics.
“Now,” he leaned in, that cheeky smile still on his face, “Let me show you what your body was made for.”
Johnny lined himself up with one hand, his tip sliding teasingly against your slick entrance. He hissed under his breath, getting off just in the view.
“You feel it? That’s what you do to me.” His other hand cupped your cheek as his hips pressed forward just enough to test you. “One more time, baby. Tell me you’re ready to take me.”
Your breath shuddered, your nails digging into his shoulders as you nodded. “I’m ready, Johnny.”
He pecked your lips, jaw clenching and he pushed in, slow, steady, stretching you around him inch by inch.
You both gasped at once, the sound crashing between your mouths. Your back arched, a choked moan spilling out as he filled you, deeper and deeper, until there was nothing left to take.
“Shit–look at you.”
Johnny held himself still for a moment, buried to the hilt, giving you a moment to adjust even as his cock throbbed inside you. “See?” he groaned. “Such a good fucking girl…I knew you could take me whole.”
Then he drew back, slow, torturously slow. Until just the tip of him was left inside. Your nails dragged down his shoulders, looking up at him with dazed eyes.
Johnny locked his eyes with yours, winked, then pushed back in with one long, steady thrust, sinking to the hilt. You both groaned, bodies bouncing.
He set a rhythm in deep strokes, dragging out of your walls, then burying himself to the base, grinding just enough to hit the perfect spot. Each thrust made a mess of you.
The slow, deep rhythm didn’t last.
Your moans came louder, broken, and Johnny’s restraint shattered. His hips snapped harder, faster, driving into you with a force that had the bed creaking under your bodies.
Johnny groaned into your neck, his words hot and filthy against your skin. “You’re so fucking tight, so perfect. Bet no one ever fucked you like this.”
You shook your head in the haze, your hands scrambling for something to hold onto, but Johnny caught them, pinning them on the mattress to your sides, his fingers intertwining with yours, holding you there, like you belonged under his body.
“Right here,” he growled against your skin, “Stay right here with me.”
The bedframe slammed against the wall in time with his thrusts, loud and obscene, every hit rattling through the room. His pace was faster now, relentless, each snap of his hips stealing another gasp, another broken moan from your lips.
“Johnny–oh fuck–oh Johnny.”
Loud, messy, deep. Over and over.
“God, listen to you,” he growled, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat slick on his temples as his pace grew harsher, “So fucking sweet, so loud for me.”
And then, suddenly in the haze of it, his lips brushed your ear, his voice lower, demanding.
“Call me Mr. Storm.”
You lifted your head up, mind spinning, half lost in the rhythm, not sure if you’d heard him right. “W-what?”
His fingers tightened around yours, pinning them harder to the mattress, his breath ragged as he growled. “Call me what you always called me.”
The realization hit through the haze, your body shaking under him, and your lips parted before you could think.
“Mr. Storm–”
The sound of it, your voice wrecked and breathless around the name, nearly undid him.
“Say it again.”
“Mr. Storm–” you gasped.
He smiled satisfied, feeling the way you were coming undone with his thrusts. His fingers slipped from yours, one hand sliding down to your hip, gripping tight, holding you open for him as his other trailed behind your neck, holding your head up for him so he could see your face when you finally came.
“Come on–now say my name, baby. Say it while you come for me.” He coaxed, sending you right over the edge.
“Johnny–“
He tightened his hold when your head tilted back, watching you unravel around him, your walls clenching tight as he fucked you through it. He didn’t stop, dragging your orgasm out until you were shaking and breathless beneath him. When you finally collapsed back onto the sheets, he slowed just enough to lean down, and kissed you softly, in contrast to the way he just wrecked you, his voice ragged against your lips.
“Beautiful, so beautiful…” he praised.
You were still gasping for air, your body twitching with aftershocks, when Johnny pulled you up and flipped you onto your stomach.
“Not done with you yet,” he chuckled, his hand sliding down your spine as he pushed your knees apart, lining himself up again.
Your gasp broke into a moan as he slid back inside, your body still sensitive, still clenching from the second orgasm he’d given you.
“Fuck–so tight, even after that,” he groaned, bracing one hand against the mattress. The other wrapped around your neck, not choking, just there to tilt your head back so he could growl into your ear. “God, you feel too good. You’re gonna break me.”
Everything about the way he fucked you, his rhythm, the placement of his hands, the way he handled you, showed you just how right he was about others not having a clue what to do with you.
The sound of skin slapping, the bedframe rattling against the wall again, each moan you gave him only drove him deeper, until he couldn’t hold it anymore.
Johnny’s rhythm stuttered, groaning as he barely managed to pull out, his cock spilling hot white across the curve of your ass and your back. Thick, messy streaks painted your skin as his head dropped to the back of your shoulder, his chest heaving.
“Fuuuck.” He growled, cursing through it.
Johnny braced a hand on the mattress beside your head, groaning low as the last of it left him. He glanced down at the mess across your skin, proud of his work of art.
He collapsed onto the mattress beside you, dragging you softly with him, with that impossible triumphant smile on his face. “Goddamn.”
“Oh my god.” You panted.
After a shaky breath you shifted under him, still trembling, and pushed yourself up on shaky elbows. Johnny’s hand shot out, resting heavy on your hip.
“Wait–what are you doing?”
You glanced back, breathless, looking like a complete mess. “Getting myself cleaned up.” You explained, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He let out a dry little laugh, still catching his breath, his grin going softer. “No, no–stay. Just… give me a sec.”
He flopped onto his back beside you, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like he was trying to remember how to breathe. After a moment he sighed, swung his legs off the bed, and walked to his shorts on the floor to put them on.
“Don’t move,” he warned, pointing at you like you were likely to disobey. “Seriously.”
Before you could argue, he disappeared into the bathroom. You heard cabinets opening and the faucet running. When Johnny returned, he wasn’t just carrying a damp towel. Draped over his wrist were both pieces of your lace underwear he picked up from where they’d landed.
He offered them out with the faintest grin, softer than before. “Figured you’d want this.”
Your chest squeezed as you took them from him, his eyes careful not to linger while you sat upright to slip them back on. The gesture shouldn’t have meant so much. But after everything he’d just done with you, it felt like everything. Almost like he couldn’t stand the thought of you left exposed like that.
“Alright,” he said once you were covered again, kneeling in front of you. “Let’s… uh, get you fixed.”
You laughed, the sound weak but real, hiding your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”
But Johnny was careful. He dragged the towel gently across your back, your skin sticky and warm, his movements slow and delicate, only lifting the delicate lace to clean every spot. He didn’t tease. Didn’t joke. Just cleaned you with such care that it caught you off guard. When he finished, he tossed the towel aside and pressed a kiss on your shoulder, lingering there.
“Better?” He asked softly.
You lowered your head to look at him and his stupid blue eyes, and for once, his grin wasn’t smug or cocky, just…Johnny.
“Yeah,” you whispered, “Better.”
He collapsed beside you again, both of you quiet now, the storm of what just happened bringing you both back to reality after the adrenaline was gone. You realized he was still watching you out of the corner of his eye, while you kept your eyes fixed on the ceiling, afraid to say anything.
What on earth did we just do?
Before you could think, you bolted upright, Johnny didn’t even get the chance to grab you. Your eyes darted through the dim light, desperate for your dress. You spotted it on the floor, all wrinkled, and snatched it up, stumbling as you put it back.
“Wait–” Johnny’s startled voice called from behind you.
You ignored it, clutching your sandals next to the door in one hand while the other smoothed down your tangled hair.
“Just wait,” he said again, more urgent now. He got up from the bed, his footsteps quick across the room to get to you.
You nearly tripped in the dark on his own sandals, and that’s when his hands caught you–steadying you before you could fall. The same warm hands that had just wrecked you.
“Please,” he begged. “Just–don’t go yet.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you reached for the doorknob. You couldn’t even look at him. Not with that godforsaken guilt taking over you again.
“Goodbye, Johnny,” you whispered, slipping free from his grasp to open the door.
And just like that, you walked out. He just stood there, barefoot in the dark, chest heaving, staring at the closed door where you’d been.
Her roommate. His daughter’s friend.
“Shit,” he cursed, dragging both hands over his face, groaning into his palms.
The sheets behind him were a wreck, tangled, a filthy reminder of what you’d done. Your dress was gone. Your lace was gone. You were gone. Johnny stumbled back, dropping onto the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
He could still hear you gasping his name, see the way you’d looked at him in the elevator, feel your coming undone with his hands. Every second was burned into his skin, impossible to scrub off. Because he knew, with sick certainty, that whatever line he’d crossed…he couldn’t uncross it now.
Outside of his room, you padded down the hall to your room, sandals in hand, hair a wreck, dress clinging wrongly now. Your chest was still pounding, but now it wasn’t lust… it was panic. You almost went through your door when the elevator opened.
“Aha!”
Aurora came out of it stumbling barefoot, her own heels dangling from one hand, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes. Her hair was wild, her dress wrinkled, and a cheeky grin that resembled Johnny’s way too much for your own good.
She skipped until she was in front of you, her eyes dragging down your similar messy state. You froze, as you took each other in. Then, pointing at each other like that spiderman meme, you gasped at the same time.
“Walk of shame!”
You both burst into stunned laughter, half tipsy, half horrified, clutching at your stomachs like it was the funniest thing in the world. Your face burned, but you quickly shoved her toward the open door before Johnny could come out and see either of you.
“Shhh! Get inside before someone hears.”
Aurora stumbled in ahead of you, still laughing. “Unbelievable! Look at you, Miss good girl sneaking around. Who was it?”
“Uh-” you stammered, closing the door quickly behind you, “Just…some cute guy I met.”
Aurora’s jaw dropped, her squeal muffled behind her hands. “Oh my god, finally! And here I thought you’d never break out of your little shell.” She flopped onto the bed, still kicking her feet. “Tell me everything! Was he hot?”
You forced a laugh, heart leaping out of your chest, your mind still reeling from Johnny’s hands, Johnny’s voice, Johnny’s mouth, Johnny’s big d–
“I’m just gonna wash my face- yeah. And then I’m going to bed.” You excused yourself, slipping to the bathroom.
“Ohh nuh uh.” Aurora hopped up, surprisingly steady for someone who’d clearly been drinking. She caught you by the wrist, tugging you toward the sink. “You’re not escaping me.”
Before you could argue, she plopped you down right on the closed toilet lid, pulling your hair back from your face. “Skincare first, gossip second. That’s the rule.”
Damn Storm’s and their silly little rules.
“Aurora-” You groaned, laughing nervously.
“Just sit still.”
You had no choice but to comply. You knew fighting a Storm was useless, and you barely had any energy left either way. She went through her stuff on the counter, dampening a cotton pad, and lifted your chin up.
"Now, tell me. Cute guy? Tall? Strong? Was he nice?" She asked excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Yeah... he was really nice," you tried to avoid her gaze, but it was impossible since she was dragging a cotton pad all over your face.
"Mhm. Well, he better... you deserve someone nice," she mumbled, focused on her task.
Yeah, that felt like a punch in the gut. You believed you deserved someone nice after the last asshole you dated, but your idea of nice was very different from hers right now.
She leaned closer to you, her cheeks blushing as she whispered about her own encounter.
"Mine was cute too. Older than I thought he'd be, but like, not gross old, but... you know. Hot."
You froze, your stomach flipping. Why did she have to bring the age up?
"And his hands? Oh my Goood. But anyway–" she sighed all dreamy, and grabbed her moisturizer, applying a generous layer on your face. "Spill! I told you mine, you tell me yours."
Your lips parted, but panic took over you. And before you could think of a better way to deflect her interest on your night, you decided to flip it on her.
"What was his name?" You blurted the first question that came to your head, but she seemed to have taken bait, excited to talk about him more. But as quickly as that excitement came, she froze, her brows furrowing.
"Shit. I can't remember," she groaned, pressing her hands to her face. She peeked at you through her fingers, mortified and laughing at herself. "God, I'm such a mess."
You laughed, genuine this time. She'd spent all dinner swooning over that guy, hooked up with him, and now she couldn't even remember his name.
"Your turn then, what's yours?" She asked, slapping the smile right out of your face.
Your heart stopped, you knew it was a stupid question. Of course she'd ask back. And of course you knew his name, you'd said it a hundred times tonight. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. It sat so hot on your lips, ready to slip free.
"Jo–" You blurted, then froze mid name, like you didn't remember either. "...Joseph!" You added, way too fast, voice too high. "Yeah–uh, his name was Joseph.”
"Joseph?"
"Yeah!" You nodded too hard, then huffed like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Joseph."
The silence lasted just long enough for you to panic all over again, until Aurora cracked, bursting into laughter like you just said the funniest joke in the world. "Oh my god. Jo-seph. That's...that's such a serious name! I can't believe it...you? with a Joseph?"
You groaned, covering your face, but shaky laughter came out of you too, a weird combination of nervousness and relief. Because you didn't say her father's name, but someone who probably doesn't even exist in that resort. Or it probably does ... which could be worse.
And before you could stop yourself from making it worse, because yes, this could still get even worse, you blurted another made up fact.
"He actually goes by Joe."
Mental slap.
"Joe? Oh my god, that's even funnier...You and Joe!"
She was having the time of her life, wiping actual tears of laughter from her cheeks, still giggling like the whole thing was hilarious. At least skincare time was over and you could make your way back to the room, throwing yourself onto the bed with a sigh.
She plopped down next to you, giggling and kicking her feet. "Me forgetting mine, you sneaking off with a Joe...we're disasters. Absolute disasters."
The only real disaster here was you. Because while she dreamed about her mystery fling, you were still tasting Joe–Johnny on your lips. Your inner tragic monologue got interrupted by her suddenly shooting up upright with wide eyes.
"WAIT. I remember!" she gasped, clutching your arm like she'd won the lottery. "Sebastian!!"
"What?"
"Sebastian!" she repeated. "That was his name! He goes by Seb." She flopped back onto the bed. "God, I can sleep now. I was dying. Imagine me not remembering Seb." There she was, giggling again.
You let out a shaky laugh, joining in, even as every nerve on your body told you to run away as fast as you could so you will never have to be caught between two Storm's again.
Because Aurora had Seb. And you had Johnny.
But only one of you could ever say the name out loud.
Third day. Breakfast at the beach.
The guilt had been consuming you since the moment you woke up. You pushed your plate away, your half eaten perfect looking pancakes now cold, trying to convince yourself whatever this illicit affair was, couldn't go any further.
Okay, that's enough. Forget about him. It was clearly a mistake. He's your best friend's dad. That's forbidden fruit. What the hell were you even thinking?
You sipped your juice, repeating it over and over in your head like a mantra until you believed it.
We're never ever doing that again. Ever.
And then, all at once, a cluster of gasps ran through the restaurant. The girls at the bar clutched their straws tighter, heads turning at the same time in one direction. Even the waitress that was supposed to bring bowls of fruit slowed halfway, her eyes going wide, hands barely holding the tray of food she was carrying.
You frowned, twisting in your seat towards the beachfront. The glass in your hand almost tipped over when you saw ... him.
Johnny Storm, jogging along the shoreline like he'd just been dropped out of a Baywatch episode.
Shirtless, posture perfect, toned chest gleaming golden under the sun. His blue beach shorts hung low enough on his hips to proudly showcase the tan lines he got the day before. His signature sunglasses were in place, phone in one hand, and a white cord of wired headphones trailing against his abs as he moved in that infuriating, effortless pace that told you this was just another morning activity for him. And just like an esoteric joke, there it was, that stupid song again booming through the speakers.
Sexyback.
Did they not have different playlists?
You looked around, trying to see if anyone noticed it was too crazy to be coincidental, but no one was thinking about anything else than the man putting up a show by the shoreline. The gasps quickly turned to giggles and whispers between tables. Heads kept turning, one after another, following him as he crossed right in front of the restaurant, drawing stares like the sun itself.
Forget the goddamn song. You suddenly forgot what air even was. Aurora just sighed, turning back to her pancakes.
"God, of course. He's so extra.” She said as she rolled her eyes, utterly unbothered, confirming this was just like any other morning for her. The next words were muffled by the pancakes she kept eating." He probably jogged over here like that just to be ogled at."
And god help you, he was being ogled like never before. You just couldn't look away.
And even in that distance, with a stretch of sand between you, the flex of every muscle in his body, the sun against the visible sheen of sweat on his chest, was too damn much. Johnny looked straight up sinful in broad daylight, and the inevitable thought hit you before you could try to stop it.
The body that every woman in that goddamn resort was drooling over, whispering about, looking at shamelessly, was yours to claim last night. You had been pressed beneath it, gasping his name while those tanned muscles flexed above you. God, you were so screwed. You told yourself to look away. You begged yourself to look away...but you couldn't.
And then, he was the one turning his head in your direction.
Turning something so simple into something that set your whole inside on fire. Two fingers went to his temple, flicking away in a lazy salute. His lips curled into that smug devilish smile, like an 'I caught you' smile.
The entire restaurant reacted instantly. Again.
"Oh my god, he waved at us!"
Aurora glanced up from her phone briefly, unimpressed. "See? Extra." She laughed and went back to her phone.
And you? You knew. That 'effortless' jog, that smile, that playful flick of his fingers, ones he'd curled just right last night, wasn't for them. That whole show was for you. And from the way his grin widened as he jogged past, you knew he'd gotten you exactly where he wanted you.
Burning alive under his sunglasses stare.
You finally exhaled when he got out of sight. Around ten minutes went by, and you convinced yourself he'd jogged off, maybe back to his room, maybe somewhere else. Anywhere else but here. But just as you were learning how to breathe again, it happened again.
Heads turned in the opposite direction this time, the entrance of the restaurant. You didn't look straight away. You didn't dare. Not until the corner of your eye caught his frame next to your table.
"Morning, girls." He greeted, casual as ever.
You gathered the courage to turn around and nearly choked. Johnny stood right there, just in those same blue shorts, no shirt, no shoes, and no shame. His phone in one hand, while the wired headphones hung loosely around his neck.
But the worst part? His stupidly perfect blue eyes. Ones that told you he’d pushed past all the guilt from last night, and had accepted the fact that you’d inevitably turned into something he couldn’t deny anymore. And he was just getting started with you.
You were his guilty pleasure.
Fucked.
You were so fucked… hopefully.
Part 2 coming soon.
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Sol’s a D1 Gooner for m/c
⚠️Warning: Suggestive Language, and Violence Mentioned
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Headcanons 🎃:
Has considered getting more piercings, but you heavily influence this decision. If you told him you like his piercings he’d say something along the lines of “I was thinking about getting more…”in order to get a response out of you. He wouldn’t outright ask you this because he’d be nervous. If your response is along the lines of:
“You should definitely get more! Piercings are cool!” then he’s immediately getting more. Just imagine him straight after lecture speed walking off campus to a piercing shop. Also Bonus points if you suggest a certain piercing. The next day in one of your shared courses he has said piercing(s), though a bit swollen
“Oh that’s nice…” or No response would result in him tweaking out internally. Outside he’s non chalant about it and doesn’t bring up piercings into a conversation again. But He’d crash out, you can imagine he rips out all the piercings and punches the mirror at home, personally I don’t. Sol seems more like the type of person to keep his piercings. But he’d try to take breaks from wearing them, or even wears piercing retainers, since he had piercings before he even “officially” met you. He likes you but those are his piercings man. This is getting to logistical but in theory if each piercing costed about $50 USD (depending on where you go and location on your body and all that, it’s way more than $50 but let’s say $50 and not factor piercing guns which are cheaper) his upper body piercing including his ears would be about $700 USD since he has 5 on each ear, and he has his nipples pierced plus the spider bites on his lips. Only if you outright said “I don’t like piercings” is when he would consider removing his piercings.
Moving on from that analysis about his piercings, he would have some freaky piercings. I saw a person talk about him having a dick piercing and yeah I agree with them (shout out whoever said that) but I wanna add on that he’d have a stack…
Also! Imagine Sol with a tongue piercing… lowkey he’d have a silver one instead of a black one. Yeah he’s mismatching his jewlery but silver ball is superior (I’m sorry don’t cancel me)
Sol would go to great lengths to take care of his piercings! He cleans them daily with saline and does the whole salt water soaks if necessary.
Imagine Sol with a septum, not a ring or the the one withs the ball ends. A SPIKEY ONE!
Sol seems like the type to stretch his septum (if he had one) or his ears. Speaking of stretching his piercings I don’t think he’d be the patient type. He’d probably experience blowout (ouch if you’ve experienced it) because he couldn’t wait.
He gives off impaitient in general. Sol does not wanna play the waiting game anymore
This is more piercing talk but if you have piercings Sol has definitely thought about asking you about matching ones! But if you take the initiative he’d be cheesing, like kicking his feet in the air giggling.
“I was thinking that we get matching piercings Sol” his Jaw drops then he freaks out inside.
I can see Sol getting tattooed since he already has several piercings. Definitely would tattoo your name on him, though its between somewhere visible like his neck or arm or somewhere private like across his chest or above the groin (quite freaky if you ask me).
Some other tattoos that seem very “Sol” could be something Edgar Allan Poe related, maybe a raven in reference to “The Raven” or a line from a poem. A silly idea would be a pumpkin since yk you’re his “pumpkin”
Speaking of that imagine if he had a raven tattoo and you say something like “wow I like your Crow tattoo!”… like Crow? Which sounds like Crowe? Crowe as in that Ichabod?! Yeah Sol’s getting a coverup tattoo or if he’s feeling extra violent he’d scratch his skin off…
This idea is just goofy and doesn’t even sound like a headcanon but imagine Sol tattooed your face on his body somewhere like “aww” but also “wtf?”
Enough with the body mods and tattoo talk, moving on
Would love matching anything. Matching clothes? YES. Matching Jewlery? Sol might as well buy you a wedding ring and propose to you right there. Matching Hair? He already has the hair dye ready. He’s obviously crazy about you so Matching is beyond what he can imagine. Plus it would show others that you belong to him.
Speaking of matching I don’t think he would enjoy any commentary such as “awww you guys are so cute together!” Or “I love the matching the sweaters” like yeah boosts his ego but also “WTF?!” like what do they mean they love the sweaters? Do they love you? Also why are they complimenting you?! Why are they speaking to you?!(Sol is included in the compliments but he’s crazy so no logic there) The Brightside is that ygs are recognized as being together…
He’s probably really into smelling you, even if you are stinky and you came back from the gym or something. Your smell drives him CRAZY.
Forgot to mention but if you ever make him something, he tweaks out. Like oh you made him a bracelet? He wears it even in the shower. You made him lunch? He’s cheesing and finishes every last bite. Wrote him a note telling him “good luck” on a final? Yeah he’s keeping that note forever, of course he laminates it. As mentioned in part 1, he’d have a shrine, and everything you made for him resides within that shrine.
Your Opinion matters as stated on multiple occasions. If you ever say something like “oh short hair looks good on some people” then he’s getting that haircut. Same thing if you like long hair, he’d grow it out for you.
Quite literally everything he does is for you.
While we don’t know information about Sol’s family and if he even has any, if you asked him about his Family he’d get really quiet and you should take that as a hint to move onto a different topic.
I forgot if I mentioned this in my last post, but Sol is the type to wear guyliner and do his eyebrows….
Keeping up appearances is important to him as it directly impacts your perspective on him.
On my Sol you are the apple of his eye
He would enjoy intimate moments: sharing a pair of earbuds with you, video calling late at night, falling asleep next to eachother.
But if you wanna get freaked out and have sex all the time then he doesn’t mind that…
Sol’s down for all kinds of intimacy because it’s with you.
Even though your first “hangout/date” was the arcade at the movie theater, Sol would put in effort towards a “makeup hangout/date” so that you can see the better of him. Plus he’d like to know you and spend time with you. (He does know everything about you but he’ll pretend like he doesn’t know your social security number especially at a moment where you’re aware of the time you’re spending with him god he’s such a freak)
He manifests you. Sol is not exactly the religious or spiritual type but I mean if collecting crystals and getting tarot readings will help him date you then hell yeah. He needs all the help he can get, he already knows he has you but just for security I suppose…
We already are aware that he stalks the shit out of you and likely has photos of you but just imagine Sol walking to a print store asking the cashier to buy a 6 foot poster of you. The cashier isn’t paid enough to question Sol but they’re also like “wtf?”. Logically Sol would probably ask Hyugo for help since Hyugo has resources or Sol has a used and abused printer at home (Lolz)
As Stated in the last headcanon Sol doesn’t seem to be studious but if he needs to then yeah he can lock in. On one assignment he could get a D; the bare minimum, but he can easily get an A. Though the professor would question him if they cared enough.
Sol would lock in for class if it involves you. Although Sol is irrational and aggressive it doesn’t mean he isn’t academically Smart.
Socially he sucks and is awkward plus antisocial. This is seen with his interactions towards you and given the fact that his only friend is hyugo (albeit through a mutual agreement or contract). I mean you don’t just ask someone to get married after they compliment the lunch you made.
Anyone who’s not you isn’t worth his time. Regarding assigned partner work, he’d ask to do it alone or Hyugo in advanced helped him out and had the professor assign the two together. I can see Hyugo also helping Sol out by bribing your professor to pair you together on several occasions.
Sol is the Crazy ex. If you managed to breakup with him he’d go insane. He’d isolate you and kill everyone you love like duhh but let’s start out slow. His immediate response would be to get back together with you, he’d apologize and literally get down on his hands and knees begging you to come back. You’re stupid if you think he would let you go so easily. If he can’t get back together with you through apologizing and begging then he’d move onto finding out the cause. He’s stalking your socials, and also your friends to see if they were the reason. If Sol can’t deduce anything from his investigation then that’s when he becomes hysterical and takes it out on everyone with an axe of course!
Scenario
You: “I’m breaking up”
Sol: “I’m pregnant!”
You: “I meant the phone”
Sol:”Sorry I panicked” ahhhh Sol
Really suggestive but regarding sexual intimacy he’s so freaked out, if you can match his freak then you’re in for a long ride. Sol is the type to be into anything. He has to be open minded for his pumpkin.
An Idea I had is rather than let’s say Sol having photos of you up on his walls, he has portraits and all kinds of paintings of you on his walls plus the photos but more so Art of you. If he was into sculpture then he’d carve a marble statue of you. You are his muse. An analogy that can explain this relationship is how the ancient greek scuptors idealized the body and human form, Sol is the greek sculptor and you are the ideal form of the human body. You are beauty.
Speaking of art, he has definitely crashed out after drawing or painting you. Maybe the lightings off or he drew your eyes wrong, he’s putting that piece into storage or something. While he wasn’t able to capture your essence properly, he can’t bring himself to throw it away or destroy it because he thought of you while making it. The next piece he spends extra time on it.
He’s such a yearner. He has that yearning playlist dedicated to you on Spotify. I can already envision the Jeff Buckley “everybody here wants you” or Radiohead “all I need” albums on the playlist
Speaking of Music Sol looks like the type of listen to pierce the veil and sleeping with Sirens or some other alternative music but in actuality he’d listen to your favorite music (if it is actually PTV and SWS then hell yeah) or some other sort of yearning music directed towards you
Sol has written Poems about you. (Yk Since he likes Poe)
Sol’s Poems would range from Haikus about you to feelings of rage towards Crowe but also the frustration he feels waiting for you to notice him.
He is the ultimate Crowe hater. D1 Anti-Crowe.
To be honest Sol’s obsession with you is quite deluded. He is self aware that he is unhealthily obsessed with you but he doesn’t care. Feelings of doubt towards you are nonexistent and he’d shut down any contradictions. If Hyugo were to comment on Sol’s infatuation with you, Sol would be infuriated and say something snide like “your advice wasn’t a condition I agreed to” or straight up “shut the fuck up.”
In the “No Witnesses ending” where you strangle him with his choker, he probably enjoyed that. The physical part, not the part where you’re crying about Crowe because you love Crowe and not Sol. Boo Crowe👎 also Boo Hyugo👎 after he stabs you
It’s canon from Fantasia Tumblr that after the NW ending that Sol begs Hyugo to kill him. But if Hyugo doesn’t kill him, Sol would die exactly how you did. Sol would stab himself in the chest, kind of sweet in a sense, but it’s symbolic. It’d be retribution for your death indirectly caused by Sol.
Sol has a belt collection and specifically a studded belt one. Just imagine Sol with a green checkered belt.
Sol would change his aesthetic for you. He’d be like Ren from 14 days with you (if yk). If you say that you prefer softer aesthetics then he works on becoming your preference. You’re funny if you think you can have a type, like what do you mean type? Sol is your type and Your type is Sol. Sol becomes your type, your ideal boyfriend and eventually husband.
Sol pours his blood sweat and tears into you. All of his being goes towards you. You are his reason for living (duhhh)
I feel like one of Sol’s main methods for courting you is through imitation he’s like the periwinkle purple audio. If you like a certain food then all of the sudden that’s Sol’s favorite food. Your Likes, dislikes and hobbies become a part of Sol. Imitation is a smart tactic since people tend to go for others that are like them/ similar. Shared tastes is an easy way to make conversation,
Sol doesn’t care about the “opposites attract” trope, especially if its aesthetic wise . Only if you believe in the “opposites attract” trope then Sol would be fine with it
He’d let you yap about interests, some drama you heard, complaints. He’s a listener, but he can be a yapper (only if you want him to be)
I feel like sometimes Sol get tired of cooking since he cooks lunch for Hyugo and himself all the time.
Sol has a high tolerance for mostly anything you do. Mayb you kept burning the food while you guys were cooking at you apartment, he doesn’t mind it happens! Plus it’d be an honor for him to taste your cooking. Or Maybe you made stupid financial decision, dw Sol’s got you. But if you spend more time with someone other than Sol? That’s his final straw.
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Okay That’s enough. I spent over 2+ hours writing these and I can see a part 3. These have been checked for errors to the best of the abilities. Again thank you for all the support! And Suggestions are appreciated! I noticed in this series of headcanons I jump back and forth between ideas, apologies in advance, things just come to mind. I know I said I would write Crowe headcanons and I will soon! Also I don’t know if any of you notice but my formatting is between two types as I progress as a blogger. Okay enough thanks again you perverts… Also let me clarify that I do not condone the things Sol has done to m/c in the game, let me live and have imaginary headcanons, though some are on the far side of headcanon much less canon behavior.
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