clark kent who.. loved to tell you about his day.. while heās inside of you.
cw: smut - pwnp, cockwarming, pet names, clark being a cutie
āthen she said she made superman cookies! she sells them down at her bakery. we should go tomorrow.ā clark grinned, running his hand up and down your arm in a soothing gesture. you nodded in acknowledgment, rutting slowly against him, his thick cock twitching inside of you.
he grunted quietly, subconsciously giving your arm a gentle squeeze. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, resisting the urge to pound into you. āthat- thatād be great, clark.ā you mumbled, trailing your hand up the back of his neck to tangle in his hair.
āyeah. should i go in as superman or clark kent? imagine what theyād say if superman came in and bought a superman cookie.ā he rambled on, growing increasingly happy and giddy at the thought of making people happy.
you stifled a whine as his hips stuttered against you suddenly, feeling him throb and grow harder inside your tight cunt, if that was even possible. you could already feel him so deep inside you, feeling him in your tummy.
āy- you okay, honey?ā he asked breathily, asking casually as if it was just another normal day. you nodded, dropping your head to rest against his chest. āyeah. just- just so full.ā you murmured, clenching around him needily.
he hummed, bringing a hand down to in between your thighs, rubbing lazily at your sensitive clit. you gasped quietly, a broken whimper falling from your lips. āso good for me, always.ā clark whispered, kissing the top of your head softly. ālove feeling you so tight around me.ā
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a/n: heās such a little loser i love him. i need him so badly its not even funny anymore. not proofread, ignore any mistakes!
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MINI NATāS NOTE: i havenāt stopping thinking about this loser kansas failure man since friday. i literally got out of bed to write this because i canāt sleep. hope yāall love it, mwah!
CW: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, rough sex, service top clark, he whimpers cause i said so, sexy uses of x-ray vision, clark kent can FUCK, super stamina yes god, hyperspermia, supermanās super huge dick, belly bulging, porn w.o plot, no use of y/n.
"Clark, pleaseā"
Your voice breaks on his name, swallowed by the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall again and again and again.
Your thighs are shaking, pinned wide open by Clarkās hands, his grip near desperate as he ruts into you with a punishing force. Itās not as hard as he could go, you know that he must be biting through his lip trying to control himself. You wish he could go harder, that he could really give it to you.Ā
He deserves it. He works so hard, he deserves a nice warm hole to pound into after saving the world for the hundredth timeāor after turning in another perfect front page piece to Perry.
Youāve brought it up a few times, when Clark was too drunk off the feeling of your lips against his own and the taste of your tongue on his to shy away from the conversation.
You could take it, youād take anything he gives you with open arms and spread legs and a smile on your face.
Clarkās far too sweet to ever pin you down and just take. Heās a gentleman through and through, he was taught to treat ladies with respect. Superman isnāt an exception to those good farm boy manners of course, no matter how many times youāve daydreamed about him flying through your window and tossing you on the mattress and using you.
God, you really do love him like this though.
āSorry,ā he pants, forehead pressed to yours, dark curls mussed. āIām sorry, I canātāI canāt stop. You feel too good, baby, youāre so good.ā
Clarkās voice breaks on the last word like heās begging you to understand, but the thrust of his hips says otherwise. There's nothing apologetic about the way heās fucking youālike itās the last thing heāll ever do. Like his survival depends on it. The bedās screaming under the weight of his body, your body, his strength.
Your spine arches off the bed as his hips slap against yours hard enough to sting, wet and relentless. āClark,ā you gasp, nails raking down his back uselessly. āDonāt stop. Pleaseādonāt stop.ā
His cock splits you open again and again, thick and flushed and incessant, pistoning deep and hard and needy. Itās too much. It always is. Too thick, too long, the fat head of him kissing up against something so deep inside you it shouldnāt be physically possible.
The room smells like sex. Sweat and musk and Clarkārain, ozone, sunlight. The sound of your bodies coming together bounces off the walls, the wet slap of skin on skin. The filthy, slick noises of your pussy sucking his cock deeper makes your ears burn.
Youāve lost count of how many times youāve come. Clark hasnāt. Of course he hasnāt.
āFive,ā he groans, burying his face in the sweaty expanse of your neck. āYouāre so sensitive now, baby, I knowāI can hear it, your heartbeat skips every time I do thisāā he pulls out, just halfway, then slams forward and stays there, his cock so deep your stomach distends a little. āGosh, look at that.ā
Youāre soaked, ruined, you know it. Youāve been trembling under him for five rounds, but you love it. Every ragged thrust, every strangled apology he canāt stop moaning, every load he pumps into you like his body has to. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist, drag him even deeper, and Clark whines.
āIāmāfuckāIām gonna come againāplease, baby, let meāpleaseāā
Heās come three times already. You can feel the wet, hot mess heās made of you, dripping down your thighs, soaking the sheets. Youāre already so full. You feel full.
The last time he came inside you he barely gave you a minute before he was hard again, aching and apologizing even as he buried himself back in your cunt. His come is still dripping out of you in thick, creamy ropes, and he still hasnāt stopped chasing it. He canāt.
"Yes." Your legs wrap tighter around his waist. You want it. You need it. āGive it to me, Clark.ā
That's all it takes for him to lose it again.
His body locks upāhips jerking, mouth falling open with a loud, broken moan.
You cry out as you feel him twitch deep inside you, and then it happens againāhot, endless, thick spurts of come painting your insides, filling you up so full it hurts. Clarkās gasping, his mouth falling open against your shoulder, his whole body trembling.Ā
His cock doesnāt go soft, it never does. Not when heās buried in you like this. Not when you keep fluttering around him, squeezing down like you want to milk every last drop from his body.
āShit, I didnāt meanāām sorryāI keepāā His hips stutter and then roll again, like heās addicted to how you feel around him, like stopping would kill him. āItās too muchāI know, babyāI justāyou make me so messyāā
Thereās even more come leaking down your thighs in thin streams of white, soaking the sheets, slicking his cock every time he pulls out just to slam back in. You can feel how slippery everything is now, how swollen you are, how stretched. And stillāhe doesnāt stop.
āYouāshit, you take it so good,ā he moans. āMy good girlāmy pretty girlālook at you, look at how much I gave you.ā
Clark looks down, a soft groan rips out from somewhere deep in his chest at the sight of his cock punching up inside of you. His eyes go, glassy and unfocused for a moment. Thatās the only warning you get before he tilts his hips ever so slightly, and youāre crying out when he hits that spot up inside you perfectly on the next thrust.
Thatās a definite perk of dating a metahuman, x-ray vision. You know that even without any special powers he could take you apart until you were a crying, shaking mess. That being said, the MRI eyes help.
Clark has spent hours learning each and every part of your body, inside and out. Heās made a home between your legs and watched your nervous system light up more times than you can count.Ā
Heās watched the way your dopamine levels spike when he mouths at your clit just right, the way your pulse lights up when his fingers slide deep and curl at just the right angle. Heās studied you like scripture, like a blueprint.
You cry out, screwing your eyes shut as your hands slide down his back. You revel in the feel of him on top of you, the muscles of his back rolling and working under your greedy touch. Youāre going to come again, you know you are. The spring inside of you starts coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.
āPlease,ā Clark gasps, nearly sobbing it. āLet meāone more time, I promiseāpleaseāI know youāre full, baby, I knowājust one more.ā
āYouāre gonna break the bed again,ā you gasp, too dumb and lost for words to say anything else.
Clark doesnāt respondāmaybe he canāt. Maybe heās already too far gone to hear anything but the desperate squelch of his own come leaking out of your ruined pussy and down the hard length of his cock.
āI love youāI love you so much," he mutters incoherently, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over the meat of your hips as his cock carves a place for itself inside you. "You feel too goodāgod, you were made for me.ā
The mattress jerks violently beneath you with every thrustāyou can feel the wood frame groaning, splintering. Not the first time. Probably wonāt be the last.
Itāll be worth it.
MINI NAT'S NOTE: anyway this movie changed my life. i started rewatching 70s superman the second i got home. james gunn thank you for making superhero movies with love and whimsy again.
cheating on your shitty boyfriend with your best friend johnny storm??? ummm . . . check! ā ļø
"shit, baby." he chuckles into your mouth, your legs wrapping around his waistā nails digging into his broad forearms by your head.
"your pussy really fuckin' needed me, huh? poor thing." he hums before pulling his hips back and thrusting deeper into you, earning a shudder from your body.
you moan into his mouth, your eyes fluttering shutā his arms lock around your head as he drives his cock deeper and deeper. it feels so goodā your lips opening in a trembling 'o' shape as he drills into you.
your eyes are almost crossing and it makes him laughā "never thought i'd hafta be the one to treat this pussy right." you nod, and he places a kiss on your lips before speakingā "your boyfriend ain't got shit on me."
you whine, whimper, hissā
"johnnyyyā. . johnny, oh my god . . fuckā i'm!"
"yeah, yeah. cum for me then, drench me, baby. lay it on me. i deserve it for fucking ya so good." he hums, lips pressing against yours. his tongue licking into your mouth with ease, prodding at yoursā its so hot.
you whine for a moment, voice cracking as your cunt convulses around his cock in pulses. he groans, eyes shutting for a brief moment before opening quickly to watch your fucked out face.
he feels you drench his pelvis in squirt, your legs trembling and voice going a pitch higher as he continues to fuck into youā effortlessly riding out your orgasm and overstimulating you.
"mmmnn! mmnn.. ! i luuhhhā mmnn... i luhh youuuā" you whine, hooking your arms around his neck, fat heavy tears spilling from your eyes as he pulls you impossibly close.
"yeah. i love you too, baby. fuckā fuck, i love you."
later . . . ā your boyfriend stares at his phone, the message popping up out of nowhere. it reads ā
' shiiiiit broo... this ur girl?? she sayin she love me! š¬š¬ '
Summary: Youāre helping the Fantastic Four create a strategy for a new threat, and your boyfriend Johnny is bored out of his mind. He decides to try and fire you up to heat up the meeting.
Warnings: dom!Johnny, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap<3), dirty talk, prob lightly ooc Johnny but itās okay lol
No spoilers for The Fantastic Four First Steps! It takes place during Doomsday (hopefully <3)
The new threat in New York has both your team, The New Avengers, and your boyfriendās, The Fantastic Four, working together strenuously to plot a strategy to save the city. Everyoneās working hard, putting their ideas together and talking amongst their teams to discuss the best course of action. The New Avengers, (or Thunderbolts, Bob still doesnāt know which exactly to call your group), are at the Watchtower, going over their own plans. As for you? Youāre at the Baxter Building relaying your own teamās information with the Fantastic Four, working alongside them to merge both routes together to tweak some small bumps around. Itās all very, very important, and youāre extremely focused and intrigued.
And Johnny couldnāt be more bored.
Heās sat in the chair directly across from where you stood, his eyes not leaving you. Youāre standing between Reed and Sue, the squeaking of his marker making Johnny close his eyes in disagreement. Itās so antagonizing just.. knowing each frantic erase meant adding more time to the meeting. You felt heat on your back, sending a shiver through your body. Ben glances at you, opening his mouth to comment on your sudden movement, but shut his mouth. Maybe you just got a chill?
Your eyes flicker up as Reed spoke, looking at Johnny. Heās slouched in the chair, legs spread with his head tilted to the side a little. One elbow is propped up on the armrest, fiddling with a paperclip, and the other arm is laid on his lap lazily. His eyes are locked, glaring as he focused on you. He looked like he commanded the room, he radiated power. Power he used on you.
Reed hums, another idea coming to him, because of course it is. Heās only the smartest man in the universe. āSo, if we take this route, we run the risk of getting intercepted from the one way exit. Itās easy and secure until we get there. Anyone have any ideas they would like to add?ā
You cleared your throat, preparing to propose another idea, āWe could split up. If we get intercepted, at least it wouldnāt be all of us. This way, the others could come around and hit them from behi-,ā your voice catches, cutting you off as warmth caresses your inner thigh. Your eyes closed, mouth snapping shut to prevent yourself from moaning in front of the team. āHoney, are you okay? Do you need some water?,ā Sue comments, placing a hand on your shoulder. You took a deep breath, before looking to her. āYeah, Iām fine. Just feeling a little under the weather. Thank you though,ā you lie, giving her a grateful look. You felt horrible lying to her, knowing her genuine concern for you, but you couldnāt let anyone, let alone her, know that her brother was teasing you during a very important meeting. She nods, returning the smile before both of you move your eyes back to the map in front of you. You take one more glance up to Johnny, whoās now looking to the ground as he now spun a pen around in his fingers. Heās pretending to be bored by it all, but heās now heavily intrigued in this meeting as he tries to to get you hot and bothered.
Heās succeeding.
He knows he is.
Itās not like heās never saw you like this. Just this time, itās more interesting to see you revel under his touch, as you try to shrug it off.
āI like that idea. The next time they come back, weāll be ready for them. I appreciate you and your team working with us, youāve been more than helpful. Now, about sending a few of us through this buildingā what are your plans to hit them in the dark?,ā Reed asks, now switching to a tablet, showing the blueprints to a warehouse. One where you plan for Yelena, Ava, and Walker to take out a group in the dark. Your body has calmed down, your voice now strong again as you point at the tablet.
āIf we send Ghost through here, she can hit the transmission and knock the power out. Iāve read up on the buildingās power lines. If she does it correctly, weāre looking at the power being rerouted. It would take at least 3 minutes for the generator to start up, and the alarms wouldnāt trigger if we cut the wire to them first. Saying she does this right, it would give Yelena and Walker time to take them out in the dark, significantly lessening the blow on the rest of us. Iāve seen their work before in a similar situation, at an O.X.E facility. Theyāre perfectly capable for a job like this,ā your voice firm, confident in your team as you pitched the idea to him. Reed nods his head, tapping his fingers on the table. Sue and Ben exchange a look of approval, trusting your judgment.
āAre we looking at any guards? Anything possibly unprecedented that we should take into consideration?ā You nod at Reed, before zooming into the map. āThis building, last year, had some suspicious activity. There were some guards that came and went. Some days there were none, others rotated ever so often. Just last month, I spotted a handful of them going in and out. Their gear was unmarked, but,ā you voice falters. Heat ignited between your legs, right at your core, making you grip the table and shut your eyes tight. āAre you okay? It seems like youāre not doing the best,ā Ben comments. Heās noticed your moments of weakness during the meeting, but after three times itās more concerning than he thought. Through clouded eyes from the tears threatening to fill your eyes from the stimulation, you look at him and nod. He stares at you for a moment, before turning around to grab a thermos of water. You looked at Johnny, whoās looking at you blankly, eyes slightly dark, and he mouths:
āKeep. Talking.ā
The rest of the team are busy looking through files, giving you time to mouth a reply back.
āStop. Teasing. Me.ā
He smirks, tapping his foot slightly.
āMake me. I dare you.ā
You shake your head in frustration. He wonāt back down. Heās going to tease you until this hell of a meeting ends. No one noticed how your hands grip the table so tight that it creaks and your knuckles turn white, or how youād unconsciously made a face of pleasure as you looked down at the map again.
Well, Johnny noticed. And it made him want to make you suffer more.
Your legs pressed together, feeling the warmth from before travel in circles around your center. You looked back at him from the table, noticing the pen from before was now bit between his teeth, as a small flame came from his fingers in your direction, slowly making the motions of rubbing you. He stood up from his chair, placing the pen on the desk beside him, before walking around the table and behind you. He reached around you, hand extending to grab a sheet on the table, as his other slides around your hip and into your pants, going between your legs. His fingers rub slow, painful circles around your clothed pussy as he keeps the faƧade of reading up. His breath was hot on your neck, kissing the shell of your ear before whispering:
āThatās it, baby. Be good for me. Youāre so wet. Interrupt the meeting or have attitude with me again, and Iāll drag you right out of here to remind you how to listen to me.ā
A small moan escapes you without warning, and he kisses your neck before harshly cupping your center, then removing his hand from you. He takes the papers he was ālooking atā back to his chair, propping himself up again in the same way he was before: one hand preoccupied as the other was free, ready to tease you again at any moment. Your knees buckled, yearning for his touch to come back to you. Everyone else was heavily into looking through files, talking amongst themselves. You could be helping them, but thereās no way youāre in the right mind to do so. Not when youāve got Johnny Storm, the universeās hottest man, watching you like your prey as he thrives in your agony. Just as you thought he was done teasing you for now, the heat against your core returned. Youāre struggling to keep quiet, knowing you cannot give into this. A smirk formed on his mouth as he watched you writhe oh-so-subtlety, your eyes following each movement his fire-lit fingers made. Youāre lucky your knees havenāt given out, and that everyone is still looking through their plans and information. You looked at him again, eyes glaring before you rolled them, pleasure and frustration taking over. Johnnyās flame extinguished, hand moving to take the pen out of his mouth. His smirk falls, and he ātsk, tsk, tskās at you, shaking his head. Now youāve gotten more attitude with him, and he told you what heād do. He placed the paper beside him on the desk, moving to stand up. Then, he stops.
āWeāre missing some files, Reed. Iāll have to go through the system and see what I can find,ā Sue interrupts the silence, turning around. Ben agrees, with some of the blueprints heād been going through being too outdated to be a trustworthy piece of data. Reed nods again, before clearing his throat.
āAlright, weāll call it for now. Everyone, do what you can to find more up-to-date information and layouts. Meet back here tonight around 8,ā he declared, his leadership coursing through this voice. He pushed his glasses up, before grabbing the tablet and folder with one hand, and reaching the other out to Sue to guide her to the office. Ben follows suit, taking a thick portfolio with him, heading off to the another part of the Baxter Building. The door shuts, the silence was deafening. The chair creaked as Johnny stood up, making his way over to you. You turn so your back is against the table, though not looking at him.
āYouāve got an attitude today, huh?,ā his voice calm, concerningly calm as he stood in front of you. Instead of playing into his words, you let some of your frustration take hold of your actions and you ignore him. You move from the table, walking away from him and towards the door. You donāt hear him coming up behind you, until the door slams shut before you could make it through the frame. You turn to face him, and his body is so close to you that youāre practically pressed against his. He locks the door, sliding the hand up your body and around your neck. He didnāt squeeze, itās not a tight grip. Itās a reminder of whoās in charge. Itās warm, passionate, controlling.
āI told you to keep that attitude in check, didnāt I?ā
He pushed against your neck a little more, the slightest ounce of pressure now tightening your airways.
āYou want to go against my orders? You better be ready to take what comes with it, sweetheart.ā
Thoughts run in your mind. You could answer him and let him take you now, ending your desire for him after the tantalizing hour-long meetingā or, you could keep being a brat to him to see what really pushes him over the edge. Yeah, that seems like the right one. Your eyes glare at him, āI donāt have to listen to you. Itās not my fault you canāt keep your hands off me. You even have to use your powers against me because you canāt help yourself.ā
āOh, honey, I know how to keep my hands to myself. There you were, so damn interested in your little plan, I just had to make it interesting for me,ā his voice low, face dangerously close to yours. So close, you could kiss him with the slightest movement of your head. But youāre not going to. Youāve got more fight in you.
āI tried to ignore you. I told you to quit teasing me.ā
āAnd I told you to behave or else.ā
āYeah. Or else what?ā
That was it. That pushed him. His other hand grabbed your wrist, holding it tightly above your head, as the hand around your neck pressed even tighter.
āYou really want to find out, princess? Because right now, I really want to bend you over that table and fuck some sense into you.. remind you who you belong to and who youāre gonna listen to. All because you didnāt want to behave today,ā he growled, voice darker than youād ever heard it sound. He let go of the hand holding your wrist, moving it down to your pants to start unbuttoning them. Maybe one more snarky reply wouldnāt hurt.
āItās not my fault you have no self control.ā His hand left your neck and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. āIād be real careful if I were you, sweetheart. You keep it up and Iāll have the entire building know how much of a brat youāre being.ā Your eyes stare into his darkened orbs, the look matching his intimidating one. The hold on your jaw tightens, stopping you from sneaking another remark in. āYou really want me to stop teasing you? Fine. You asked for it.ā
He picks you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the table in the middle of the meeting room. He basically throws you down on the table, face first. Your hands are beside your head, reaching straight out in front of you. He makes quick work of your pants and underwear, pushing them down in one solid move. He glides his hands up your waist, up to your arms to grab you by the wrists. With one hand, he holds them behind your back.
āThink you can listen to me now?ā
You shake your head no. His snarls are loud, and you could swear you felt his body temperature raise. The grip holding your wrists together stays steady, but his movements stop. It was silent, too silent. You turned your head to look back at him, before feeling his hand push your head back down. His breathing slowly got louder, matching your racing heartbeat. Heās thinking about something. Then, he huffs.
His palm lands on your bare ass with a loud, sharp crack. It burns, but not the way a normal slap does. He smacked your ass while his hand was ablaze.
āCount,ā he demanded, the words falling from his mouth were laced with desire.
The smack burned, the pain of the hit made it worse. You couldnāt really process it, before he spoke again.
āCount,ā he ordered again, voice deeper as he felt anticipation charging in his veins.
āOne,ā you finally muttered out, teeth gritted together.
āLouder. I canāt hear you.ā
āOne.ā You spoke with as much stability as you could muster.
āGood girl,ā he praised, rubbing the red print on your ass.
With each strike, his hand warmed more and more, and the pain was almost too much, but not enough that it wasnāt still the hottest punishment youād ever received. Literally.
By the 6th smack, your voice had fallen to a light whimper. You can almost tell the way heās looking at you with each hit. Thereās no smirk, no smile. Just a focused look on you, mouth open in admiration for how youāre doing as he says, with his teeth gritting after he landed each one.
āNow youāre behaving me, huh?,ā he bends over your back, lips close to your ear, āItās a little too late for that, sweetheart.ā
He leans back up, rubbing his warm hand over the prints heād left on you, light burns and palm shaped welp marks overlapping each other.
āNow, youāre gonna keep listening to me, correct?ā
You nod quickly, eager for his next move.
āYouāre not going to come until I say you can. Not until you tell me who you belong to. Do you understand?ā His voice is strong. Commanding. Controlling.
The sheer power in his voice brought shivers back down your spine. Heād never been this dominant. Sure, there were times, more often than not, that he had control over you in the bedroom. That was just Johnnyās nature. But this? You have yourself to blame for this. Had you just listened, heād not been this powerful over you. Not to say thatās a bad thing, not at all. Hell, you were enjoying this.
Your breath is shaky, not really having it in you to respond.
āHmm? Do you?ā
You nod you head, but thatās not enough for Johnny.
He lets go of your wrists and at the same time, he grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you harshly up to him.
āSay it.ā
āJ-Johnny..ā
Another harsh smack to your ass, hotter than the previous ones.
āSay. It.ā
āIām yours, Johnny. Only yours. Iām yours..ā you quickly whimper out, the whiniest and most pathetic your voice has sounded the entire night.
āThere it is. Now, youāre gonna take your punishment like a good girl.ā
He unzipped his pants, pulling them, alongside his underwear, down to his ankles.
He rubbed his cock a few times before lining it up with your absolutely soaked pussy. As he pushed in, the heat from his body had you clench around him, your exposed core was cold in comparison. He pushed your head back down, grip never faltering on your hair. His other hand holds onto your hips, bracing himself so his thrusts hit as hard and as deep as he could possible get them to go.
āOh, fuck,ā you cried out, each thrust hitting that spot. Your hands reach to grab something to hold onto, one finding some sheets of paper to grip and the other holds one of Johnnyās wrists as theyāre holding tight onto your hair. Your moans are more whiny than anything, showing Johnny just how desperate you were for this.
āThatās it, baby. Take it all for me. Thatās good,ā he praises, disguising his moans with the words. You could barely make what he said out over the sound of your uncontrollable whines of pleasure.
He gripped ever so slightly tighter on your hair, using it as a reign to pull your body into each of his thrusts. Fuck, does he want to make you come now, but he also wants to tease you just a little more.
He pulls out of you, causing you to let out a sad moan, immediately missing the feeling of how he felt.. He tugged on your hair, bringing your weak body to a stand. Letting go, he turned you around to face him, lifting your arms, and removing your shirt before taking his own off. His eyes scan up and down your exposed chest, revealing in the beauty before him. He shook his head, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you to sit in the table.
āOpen your mouth.ā
You obeyed, your lust-filled eyes driving him insane. He wastes no time, grabbing the hair at the top of your head and fucks his fingers into your mouth. Your eyes start to close, and he yanks your hair to bring your gaze back to his.
āDonāt look away. Keep your eyes on mine.ā
Itās hard. Youāre already getting exhausted, but you donāt want it to end and neither does he. Youāre enjoying your punishment. His fingers go deep into your mouth, just almost enough to make you gag, but he knows your limits. He respects them, even when heās fucking the shit out of you like he is tonight. Thereās the unspoken trust the two of you share. Sure, he may be an asshole, tonight more than usual, but in your relationship he wanted you to trust him. He treated you like a princess, worshipping the ground you walked on, respecting you even in your deepest, most sensual moments like this.
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, taking his hand down to your pussy. The two fingers slid in perfectly, reaching as far back as he can, curving as much as can, as quick as he can. Your hands hold onto his shoulder, head buried into his neck as he uses you for his own viewing pleasure. āFuuuck, Johnny, please, let me- ughhhhhh,ā you growned. He stopped again.
āI told you, not until I say so. I thought you understood?,ā you did. But you couldnāt control it, not when his warm fingers were as deep into your cunt as the were, his breath blowing straight onto your face as he moaned in safisfaction. By now, tears were filling your eyes from the many times you were denied pleasure, denied your desperately needed release.
You wanted to respond, but you just couldnāt form coherent words, stuttering over the same few sounds. The two fingers from your core are brought to his mouth, as he looked you dead in the eyes, licking your slick off of them. Then, you felt a slight smack to your face. Warm, as he uses his powers against you for the seemingly thousandth time tonight.
āAre you going to answer me? Do. You. Understand?,ā he questioned you. He knew you did, but he was addicted to the way you were already losing it from the relentless teasing.
āYes.. Yes, I understand,ā you whimpered out.
āGood girl.. Thatās what I thought,ā his hand moved back down to your throbbing core, rubbing it lightly.
āA little reward for you. Feels good, doesnāt it, sweetheart?ā
āMmm-hmm, it.. sure does.. Johnny,ā you whisper out, pleasure numbing your responses.
He hums back, kissing your forehead. He was giving you a break, reminding you that despite how harsh heās been tonight, he still wants you to feel loved. Itās a small gesture, but thereās an understanding between you two. Itās short, sweet, refreshing.
He stops his movements, taking his hand away and moving it to your hip.
āPlease, Johnny, I.. I..ā you whine, leaning forward to nuzzle your head against his bare chest. He knows exactly what you want, and what youāre trying to say to him.
āYou think you deserve it? After mouthing off at me? You need my cock buried inside you? The one belonging to the man you smart-assed?ā
āYes, yes I do. Iām so sorry, Johnny. Iāll be a good girl for you,ā you promised. The levels of desire and yearning were taking over you, making you say whatever got you closer to finally getting to come.
He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you off his chest.
āYou promise youāll be good? If youāre not, youāre going to make me ruin you all over again. And you wouldnāt want all that, would you?ā
Vigorously shaking your head no, you tilted your head to look at him, using your best puppy-dog eyes.
āThereās not an ounce of fight or attitude left in you, is there? Looks like my job is almost done,ā he noted, knowing youāre both more than ready to receive the full extent of your punishment.
āRuin me, Johnny. Please. I need you,ā your voice is small, but he heard you perfectly fine. He taps your legs, signaling them to open farther, running his hands down your body before stopping one at your hips.
āNo, sweetheart, you donāt get to need me. Youāre going to take what I give you. You got that?ā
āYes, mm-hmm, yes.ā Youāre not sure how much more desperate you could sound, but youāre more than overdue his touch, and youāre willing to do anything to relieve yourself.
His other hand holds the back of your neck, bracing you as his slams into you in one rough thrust. Itās desperate, itās aggressive, itās needy. Just like you.
Your moans are loud, echoing off the walls and right back into your ears. You can barely hear his grunts under the sound of your own cries of pleasure.
āOh, baby, thatās it. Yeah.. thatās it. Take everything Iām giving you. Taking it all so goodā¦ my sweet girl.ā
He doesnāt set a pace, a rhythm, anything. Itās just him fucking you as hard and as much as he can get from you. By now, youāre overstimulated and havenāt even gotten your release. You know itās coming, and part of you doubts youāll get itā that heāll pull back out of you again and ruin your orgasm, much like heās ruined you all night.
Heās denied you, teased you, fucked you, fingered you, everything. Thereās not much else you could take if he were to pull out of you. Hell, youād probably come just from the thought of it all.
āFuck, youāve got the tightest fucking body. You knew what you were doing, huh?ā
You didnāt respond. You werenāt even going to try this time.
Another slap to the face; not hard, not too painful. Just enough to bring you back to him. The flames flickered off his hand as his touched your skin. You hadnāt even noticed the heat.
āDidnāt you?ā
āMm-hmm,ā is all you could muster.
āLook at you. Youāre so beautiful when youāre fucked stupid. I donāt even have to move,ā he abruptly stops his thrusts, and you donāt even notice for a secondā your hips are rocking back at his without knowing, āSee? Youāre so lost in it all.ā
He picked his thrusting back up, moving his hand from your neck, and to your other hip. You put your arms over his shoulders, holding your body closer to his as to keep yourself braced. Youāre closeā dangerously close.
āYou want to come, sweetheart? Who do you belong to?ā
āMmmm, Iām yours, Johnny, Iām forever yours,ā you croak out, voice hoarse and throat hurting from the now hours of teasing and denial.
āGood girlā¦ such a good girl. Come for me, baby,ā he finally said. After what seemed like forever, your release was here.
And youāre destroyed. Your body shakes as your nails scratch at Johnnyās back, the intense wave of your orgasm driving you insane. You practically convulse as your moans are nothing short of loud, hoarse whines.
He comes inside you, and had you not felt the warmth of it filling you up, you wouldnāt have been in the right mind to know it happened. The combined symphony of your moans and his bounced off the walls of the room, the silence holding the two of you making it all more sensual. Your body is shaking, hips involuntarily jerking as heās still inside you. The feeling of his warm cock has you clenching him, and heās still moaning at each one. You feel his hands run up your body, holding your arms and pulling back to look at your face.
āThatās my girl, you did so good- hey, are you okay?ā
You feel one of his hands rub at your eye. Youāre crying, and you didnāt even notice.
Itās not from pain, or agony, or anything of the sort.
Youāre just downright exhausted. You went through hours of denial and to finally be granted the okay to let it all go? Yeah, youāre absolutely spent.
āIām okay, just overwhelmed,ā you laughed, giving him a small smile, āthat was a lot.ā
He pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You can hear his heart thumping still, letting you know that he needed this almost as bad as you did.
āEasy, princess, I got you. Just breathe with me, okay?ā He kisses your forehead again, before setting a steady breathing pattern for you to follow. A hand runs through your sweaty hair, lightly scratching your scalp as an act of comfort.
You hum in content, kissing his chest as a āthank you.ā
āDid I go too far? Was I too rough on you, baby?ā
At first you didnāt respond, trying to focus on keeping your breathing steady so you wouldnāt just lay back and pass out.
āBaby, tell me. Iām worried now, did I do too much?ā
He feels your head slowly shake against his chest, and he let out sigh, relief showering him. He didnāt even think during most of it, neither did you; you were just living in the moment of it, too caught up in the tension to have anything else run through your mind. Now that you both were recovering, his voice matched yours; hoarse and spent.
āIt was amazing, honey. Perfect, even,ā you spoke against his skin, before kissing up his chest and to his neck, each one filled with love and reassurance.
āThank God,ā he said with a long sigh, ālook at me.ā
You obliged, looking up at his face. Heās so handsome like thisā the level of care and comfort he gave you after each private session where you showed each other the amount of trust and love you shared. It was raw, it was.. always so perfect. Johnny may be an asshole, and yeah heās got his moments with you. But heād never want to hurt you, and deep down he knew that youād let him know if he did. And tonight, despite the rough demeanor, you both knew you trusted each other, and would be reassuring if the other ever doubted.
āIām so proud of you, sweetheart. You did so good, always so perfect. Youāre such a strong woman. I love you, so damn much.ā
And just like that, the tears threaten to fall again. This time from the love you felt for him. He rested his forehead against yours, taking in the peaceful silence left between you too. You took his chin in your hand, bringing him in for a kiss. One filled with more love, more reassurance, more trust, more than anything the two of you had voiced tonight.
āIf I ever push you to your limits, or I hurt you, or.. if anything ever feels wrong, youāll let me know, right?ā
You nod, putting your forehead against his shoulder.
āOf course I will. Never once have I or did I feel like you would. I trust you, Johnny. I always will. I love you with all of my heart.ā
A few moments of silence pass, before he goes to move, finally pulling out of you. Your core throbs at the loss of what felt like a perfect puzzle piece. Johnny puts his clothes back on, and walks across the room to gather the pieces of your clothing that he threw. He offered you his hand, and you hopped off the table. As soon as your feet hit the ground, you almost, legs weak as water.
āWoah, woah, woah, I gotcha.ā He lifted you back onto the table, helping you redress as much as he could without you standing. āYou sure you can walk? Or do I need to carry you?ā
āI got this, watch me,ā you playfully rolled your eyes, before hopping off the table once again, a little sturdier this time, buttoning your pants. Standing was one thing, but actually walking? Yeah.. thatās not happening right now.
āOkay, Iām carrying you. Come on, sweetheart.ā He muttered to himself as he bent down to carry you. You yelped in surprise as he lifted you, carrying you bridal style to the door.
āYou know, one day Iāll be carrying you through a doorway just like this, except itāll be on our wedding day.ā
Your eyes widened in disbelief. There was one thing that many people agreed on: Johnny Storm was not marriage material.
You never expected him to say anything about thatā ever. You were content with just being with him, married or not. But to hear him say those words? That one day the two of you will get married? It made your heart swell.
āOh, really, now? Youāve thought that far ahead?ā
āOf course I have. I would love nothing more than to grow old you with, baby.ā
The two of you come to a stop as you arrive at Johnnyās room, and he puts you down for a second to unlock the door.
āLike this,ā he states, picking you up again and crossing into his bedroom. Your head just barely hits the frame, and he stops, frantically making sure youāre okay. Youāre laughing, and the look of panic on his face somehow makes it even funnier. He watched you crack yourself up with a loving smile, just thinking about how much he adored you.
After the two of you finally got into his room, he sat you down at the edge of the bed and went to run a bath. Once you both relaxed in the warm water for what seemed to be forever, you both got ready for some well deserved rest, and nestled into his bed.
Youāre curled up into his side, your head on his chest, ready to doze off before you heard him speak.
āYou okay?ā
āMm-hmm, just tired is all. Iām more than okay,ā you promised, nodding your head against his warm chest.
āTired from what? Having so much attitude or getting what you deserved for an hour?ā
Ah, there it was. Thereās the Johnny you knew. Now, not to get it misconstrued or anything, you loved when Johnny had his soft, romantic side. But this? This version of Johnny is what you loved the most. His sarcastic, joking manner. You flicked his chest, laughing slightly. His grip on you tightened, starting to laugh with you.
A few moments pass of you both just taking in the peace and comfort of being in the presence of one another.
āYou really do trust me, donāt you?ā
āAbsolutely. With my life, Johnny.ā
He doesnāt reply, not immediately. You feel him nod, and the hand on your arm rubs up and down.
āThereās no one else on this Earth Iād rather spend my life with.ā
He opens his mouth, ready to hit you with another joke, but he stops himself.
āGet some sleep, you deserve it. I got you, sweetheart.ā
You nestle closer, and Johnny pulls the sheets up farther up over the two of you. Listening to his heartbeat as the calm, grounding sound echoed in your ear, you drifted off into sleep, in the arms of the man you loved more than life itself.
The meeting at 8 that night never happened, seeing as some of the blueprints were smudged and crumbled up. Wonder how that happened?
Imagine Idea: the Reader doing a TikTok Prank - Sitting on my boyfriend lap to See His reaction
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Warnings: Flirty, Playful, Modern AU
MASTERLIST
Been ages since Iāve written for this man, hope y'all enjoy :)
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You didnāt mean to thirst trap your own boyfriend for the internet.
Okay, thatās a lie. You totally did.
The TikTok trend was simple: sit on your boyfriendās lap unexpectedly and film his reaction. The goal? See how he responds ā annoyed, unbothered, aroused.
With Chris Evans as your boyfriend? You knew the results would be delicious.
He was lounging on the couch, wearing gray sweatpants, a white tee stretched across his chest, and reading something with his glasses perched on his nose.
You hit record.
āBabe?ā you asked innocently, phone angled just right.
He looked up, already smiling. āYeah?ā
Without warning, you straddled his lap, facing him. Your arms draped lazily around his shoulders, and you triedātriedāto look nonchalant.
Chris blinked.
Then his hands immediately slid to your hips, warm and possessive.
āOkayā¦ā he said slowly, lips twitching. āWhatās goinā on here?ā
You shrugged. āJust missed you.ā
āYou were in the kitchen two minutes ago.ā
āStill missed you.ā
He raised an eyebrow, eyes flickering to your phone camera briefly before returning to your face with a smirk.
āMmhmm. Youāre filming me.ā
Your mouth opened. āWhaāno Iām nāā
He squeezed your hips and leaned in, voice low and dangerously amused.
āOh, you wanted a reaction? Sweetheart, you sure you wanna post what happens next?ā
You flushed, squirming slightly on his lap ā mistake. His grip tightened and his eyes darkened like a storm rolling in.
āI mean,ā he whispered, mouth brushing your ear, āyou knew sittinā here would wake him up, right?ā
Your brain short-circuited.
Chris leaned back, smug, smug, smug, his cocky grin spreading as he gently took the phone from your hand and ended the recording.
āHope you got what you needed for your little prank,ā he said, standing up suddenly ā with you in his arms.
At the entrance ceremony, a special magic orb displays oneās magical affinity. For the first student, it says āFireā. For the second student it says āWoodā. When you touch it, the word āCreationā appears, but no one has ever heard of that before.
"come make tanghulu with me!" "no. we burnt all the sugar last time. you remember? we managed to burn. sugar."
accidentally using sugar instead of salt (or vice versa) and trying to quickly think of a way to cover it up before the other finds out
teaching the other how to use a certain tool (can opener, potato peeler, etc.) since they're somehow doing it so terribly, dangerously wrong.
bickering over whether or not they should follow the recipe word for word
"cheese? i thought you said peas. i bought peas." "...eh, i guess that's fine too. put them in."
setting like three separate timers for different things and then forgetting which timer went to what.
one lying about knowing how to cook and promising to walk the other through a recipe for a date idea (then having to spend all day trying to perfect the recipe themselves)
^ or they can just wing it and chaos ensues naturally
finding out the oven is broken after already prepping everything together
"god, could you stir any slower?" "you try this then!"
^ *proceeds to stir perfectly fine whilst the other glares in annoyance*
having to pause and tend to the other because they burnt a singular finger
"did you wash those?" [very obviously lying] "....of course."
sweetly lifting a spoon to their mouth to taste a little of the food
^ this immediately backfiring because the food was still too hot.
[after the meal is successfully cooked] "so we agree we're not attempting this again, right? "not for a long while."
one ordering delivery halfway through and the other just stares in disbelief
^ "you're serious? we're working our asses off here and you ordered chicken." "we had a rough start, okay? i thought we would have given up by now."
dancing and making fun out of having to clean up the mess in the kitchen
spending the next day in bed together as they had somehow given themselves food poisoning.
Switching my language from āIsrael is detaining Palestinians in the West Bankā to āIsrael is abducting Palestinians in the West Bankā because thatās actually whatās happening. They are not detainees. They are hostages. Innocent Palestinians get taken from their homes randomly, held up in detention centers indefinitely, and subjected to the cruelest conditions on no basis other than āyou might do something bad in the future, so we have a right to imprison you.ā This is what Israel calls administrative detentionāand through it they have managed to get away with kidnapping hundreds of innocent Palestinians.
The bathroom is dense with the steam from the hot shower. The music is blasting. The water from the shower head falling steadily and quite loudly in your ear. Your senses are a bit overwhelmed. You closed your eyes relaxing like he asked but you canāt help to jump when you hear his hand slam into the shower door.
āSorry love.ā He chuckles. He smirks a bit. āDid I scare ya?ā
You watch as he slowly moves his hand upwards so he can get a good grip on the door. The other hand gently grabbing your hip, pulling it backwards into him. He set a slow pace as he pushes into you deeply. He has you leaning against the wall, taking you from behind.
āYou take me so well baby. Fuuuuuck!ā He leans his head back as he drawls out his moan. You canāt help but admire the tattoos on his arms and how they match him so well, the mustache combo and how it just sits on his face so perfectly. He puts his hand on your lower back, holding you in place as he pushes in and out of you. Drinking in the fact that youāre almost completely out of it. Youāre exactly where he wants you and youāre about to be exactly where he needs you.
You can hear him singing along with the music.
āWho?ā¦ā he takes grabs your hair from the base of your neck. Thrusting a little faster.
āIs?ā¦ā he pulls your head back. Your back meeting his chest. His other hand grabbing your hip, as he thrusts a bit deeper. Running his nose up your neck stopping at your ear and biting your earlobe.
āMyā¦brand new baby girl?ā Switching up the lyrics as it fits him. āYouāre always so good for me, darling. Whoās my good girl?ā He whispers in your ear, reaching down to play with your clit.
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