Hi! I was wondering, could you write a Steven Meeks x female reader where Meeks suggests that they go on the school roof and stargaze? He then brings the radio with them, and they slow dance together. They have just started dating when this imagine is set!
Thank you so much!
Steven Meeks x Fem!reader
Summary: The request!! You're welcome cutie <3
Warnings: They/them pronouns. no use of y/n. fem!reader. reader referred to as girl, pretty.
It was early days. Despite this, Meeks needed this to be forever.
He had never been on a high like this. Meeks would wake up in his bland, depressing dorm room next to a snoring Gerard Pitts and want to get out of bed to go to school. Steven found himself more patient when helping his friends with their schoolwork. He already was very patient but was somehow more so, putting their grades before his, though his 1st place never moved. The Dead Poets found Meeks more sociable too. Meeks found himself reading more and more poetry in the cave, laughing more too. He was becoming less nervous in the face of rebellion.
Tonight, the face of rebellion made Steven's knees weak and cheeks red.
They wore one of their softest woolen jumpers and held a blanket with folded arms when they found Meeks at the top floor of the school. Meeks watched them walk down the hall. He was stood holding the radio, which was wrapped and hidden in his red and black Welton coat. Meeks had a picnic blanket under the other arm too.
"Hi." Meeks said softly. He was slightly taken aback when they continued walking into his chest for a hug. Steven whispered another "hello" into their hair, resting an arm around their neck despite his full hands. They looked up at him with their chin pressed against his chest.
"Hey, Steven." They were grinning as they said it. Steven's freckled, pink cheeks were making a flutter grow in their stomach. "Where are you taking me? And what's the risky business with the blanket, handsome?"
Meeks, somehow, was growing even more red in the face. He couldn't tell if it was from the innuendo or the nickname. It may have been both. Either way, he gently pulled the folded blanket from their grasp. He readjusted the coat-wrapped radio, picnic blanket and regular blanket in his hold and then looked up at the girl.
"Follow me." Steven said simply and smiled. He began walking, and the girl matched his pace and gently held his left, folded arm. They would have taken his hand if he hadn't taken everything to hold. So chivalrous of him.
Meeks continued further down the hall and turned to push open a tall door. It opened and released a cool breeze onto the girl's face. The cool wind was sharp against Steven's burning cheeks. He continued out onto the roof, consequently dragging them with him due to their hold on his arm.
The girl hadn't seen this part of the school yet. So big and green in the heat of the summer. The light from inside the school allowed a slight golden glow to touch the first few meters of grass before the night took over. They looked over the school grounds, releasing Meek's arm as he began to put everything down. The school wasn't as threatening from the roof. There was more charm to it when above everything.
The view was distracting the girl, allowing Meeks to lay out the blankets and set up the radio in secret. Steven turned on the radio, which released a blaring static noise that made the girl turn instinctively from the fright. Meeks smiled at their cute jump.
Steven made quick work of changing the static to music. He turned the noise down slightly as he flicked through stations. Whilst he did this, the girl knelt and creeped forward, intrigued by the noisy device. They silently watched Meeks work the machine. He found something that sounded romantic. Slow with a 3/4 beat. Steven then looked up to his curious partner.
"Do you like it? Pitts and I have been working on it for a while." He spoke softly, losing confidence in his creation. Steven's gaze was tracing the girl's face as he asked, needing their pretty confirmation.
They smiled up at him and moved to sit closer to him, legs touching. They placed a hand onto his thigh. "You made a radio?" They asked incredulously, squeezing his leg and smiling in awe at the genius.
"Yeah." He chuckled in relief. He understood their surprise now. Sometimes, people got used to his smarts, people disregarded his greatness. It felt good to have it appreciated. His small chuckle made them release an airy laugh too as they leaned into Meeks. The mellow music continued.
"Dance with me, boy wonder?" They whispered into his shoulder. Almost as if they were going to be let down.
Steven took the hand on his thigh, squeezed it and stood, pulling them up with him.
The girl wrapped their arms around his neck, excited to be close to the boy they liked so much. Meeks placed his hands innocently around their waist resulting in an eye roll from the girl. Steven wanted to be polite. They wanted to be loved on. They then pressed themself into Steven.
"Hold me, handsome." They demanded it with a groan. Steven then readjusted his hold and made it a wrap around their waist, making sure their bodies were touching as they swayed. This brought a smile to their lips and blush to Meeks' face.
"Is this alright?" Meeks whispered, gazing at their face. His eyes were drawing his attention to their lips. His fingers were methodically grazing their side.
"Yeah. Perfect." They spoke gently, in a quieter whisper. They were looking at Meeks' lips too.
They ran a hand through his red hair, by his ear so they could cup his face. They both pushed their face forward hesitantly at the same time, their noses lightly touched, making them pull back slightly. The touch was a surprise. Their swaying lessened. The girl pushed forward first the second time and a kiss ensued.
It was gentle. When they pulled back, Meeks followed forward, wanting more of their mouth. More of them. The swaying had stopped completely at this point. The focus was on the lip lock. The focus was on each other.
The kiss wasn't an ask for anything. The new relationship wasn't ready for that. The kiss was a promise. The promise saying "I like you. A lot. One day, it will be more."
Eventually, the pair had to pull away, short of breath. Meeks let out an airy laugh and pressed his forehead against theirs. The girl felt Steven's warm breath against their face as he sighed. The song had ended, and something much faster had begun. This made Meeks snap out of his love-drunk state. He took the girl's hands and helped them sit on the picnic blanket.
Once they sat, Meeks laid down, pulling the girl down with him so they could lay with him. They cuddled into his chest and pulled the blanket over themself and the boy. Meeks wrapped an arm around them, pressing his lips to their forehead. The fingers on the girl's shoulder tapped to the beat of the song as the pair looked towards the sky. Meeks' other hand pointed towards the sky.
"There's Leo." He traced it a few times for the girl to see. He whispered the following question into their hair, asking "What sign are you?"
Leaves crunched under their shoes as they ran between the trees, dodging branches, throwing each other looks that were challenges disguised as smiles. She laughed loudly as he tried to catch up, his tie crooked, his hair a mess, and that look on his face: the perfect mix of love and terror for how much he cared about her.
“Cheater!” Meeks shouted between laughs. “You elbowed me!”
“You were stepping on my heel!”
“Lies!”
She looked back at him just before tripping over a root. She screamed, but Steven caught her just in time, rolling with her over the dry leaves. They landed tangled, laughing non-stop, their faces so close they could count each other’s freckles.
“That was very clumsy of you,” he said, not moving.
“And very you to catch me just in time,” she replied, amused, eyes locked on his.
He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her lips, then her eyes. And kissed her.
He kissed her with the kind of passion that’s terrifying because it feels too good to be real. He had her pinned gently against an old log, his arms around her waist, and she was tugging at the collar of his wrinkled shirt. The world paused in that scene. Or at least, that’s what they thought.
No one knew about them.
No one had a clue.
She wasn’t an ordinary girl. Not a face anyone would overlook.
She was the kind of girl that made even the leaves stop to stare.
Too beautiful, too seductive... but never arrogant. She was just her — with that sweet way of looking, of speaking, of brushing his neck when no one was watching.
And Meeks... Meeks looked at her like the universe had done him an impossible favor.
They didn’t hear the footsteps.
They didn’t hear anything.
Just the crunch.
Too late.
“…Steven?”
Todd’s voice was the first. Soft, but full of awe.
“Meeks?” Charlie said it with that mix of teasing, admiration, and pure disbelief.
Neil just widened his eyes like he’d discovered a national secret.
Meeks opened his eyes at last, just as the boys came into view.
Frozen.
So was she.
“Shit,” Steven whispered, not moving.
She didn’t say a word. Just buried her face in his neck, hiding, wishing the trees would swallow her whole. Her breathing trembled.
“Who…?” Charlie began, frowning, but grinning like a kid catching something he wasn’t supposed to see. “Is this for real?”
“No way…” Neil muttered. “Meeks?”
“Steven has a girlfriend!” Pitts blurted from behind, absolutely unfiltered.
She clung tighter, face still buried, redder than the leaves scattered on the ground.
Steven held her, like he could somehow shield her from the chaos that was coming.
“Don’t say anything,” Steven said, still holding her close. “Just… don’t say anything. Please.”
“You’re dating a movie star and didn’t tell us!?” Charlie was genuinely scandalized.
“She’s not a movie star!” Steven replied — though, in his head, she absolutely was.
She tried to step back, too exposed now, nervous, trying to escape the moment…
But she stepped wrong.
The ground cracked.
Then gave way.
A second later, she vanished into a ridiculous splash that no one saw coming.
“What the—?!” they all shouted.
“I’M OKAY!” her voice came from the little hidden pond, previously covered in leaves.
Silence.
Steven took half a second to rush to the edge, lean down, and see her soaked, laughing, one hand on her forehead and leaves stuck in her hair.
“Oh my God…” Meeks whispered, eyes wide, heart pounding in his chest.
“I’m fine,” she repeated with nervous laughter, even though she clearly wanted to disappear.
And Steven…
Steven burst into laughter. That soft, glowing, sincere laugh.
The rest of the boys didn’t know whether to laugh, help her out, or ask what the hell was going on.
But Steven just stood there, looking down at her.
And in that moment, she knew it didn’t matter who saw them anymore.
Because Steven Meeks looked at her like the strangest thing was that they’d ever tried to hide at all.
description: sue announces her pregnancy. johnny is elated for his big sister. but it makes you feel some type of way when you know he wants kids of his own. something you're not very sure you want.
warnings: 18+ content, MDNI, no spoilers for f4 really, no use of y/n, reader is 18+, established relationship, basically pwp, talks of use of birth control, reader is afraid of being pregnant, johnny is a menace, johnny the Dom, sub!reader, uses of "daddy" and "momma", heavy on the breeding kink, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism, creampie, no real aftercare lol
authors note: hey..... this came to me before i even watched the movie. i watched that one clip and was like yeah.... i'm horny. anyway. saw the movie, loved it and needed to write more for this doofus. also coming up with the title made me giggle. if you get it, lemme know. hope y'all enjoy!
how to help palestine ~ dividers by @saradika-graphics
Johnny knew how to get under your skin. He loved it.
You and Ben had just completed dinner, working for over an hour on perfecting his famous red sauce. Johnny had been bothering you two the entire time, pestering you specifically on how much longer it would be.
“We have dinner at the same time every night, Johnny,” You bite as you butter the bread. He did not let up, asking you to elaborate. He loved seeing your face get red and your lips opening up to let out a long sigh.
Once everything was plated and the table was set, you sat down at the table. You turn everyone’s forks and knives the right way as Ben sprinkles some more Italian seasoning over the pasta.
Johnny slams down in the chair next to you, a big box of Lucky Charms in his grip. Ben immediately takes note of it before you can even say anything.
“What are you doing?” He asks Johnny, his voice sort of small with a slight offense to it.
Johnny takes a handful of the cereal and dumps it in his mouth. “What do you mean, what am I doing?”
You peer at him, annoyed, already on edge with him today. He had been extra irritating today after you rejected his morning advances. You swore the man needed you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“You are going to ruin your appetite,” You say, grabbing the box from him. His bright blue eyes rolled to the back of his skull as he dumped the rest of the handful he had into his mouth.
“‘M hungry, baby.”
You grit your teeth, ignoring the question Ben had posed about Sue and Reed being late to dinner. Everyone always arrived before the set time, and by the looks of it, they were about 5 minutes late. You check your small watch front, humming a response. You hear some footsteps from across the living room, and see the two of them looking like they just got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.
“You’re late,” Johnny shouts to them, dusting his hands off over his clean plate. You grit your teeth. Why was he like this?
Reed and Sue stop dead in their tracks.
“What, uh, what do you mean?” Sue poses, slowly walking forward to her usual spot at the table. Johnny rolls his eyes again, and you silently plot how you could get away to stab him with your fork.
“What do you mean, what do I mean? You’re late for dinner,” Johnny explains, pulling his napkin into his lap, just like you taught him. Took him years to figure out how to prevent so many stains on his clothing until you came around and completely changed his entire world.
Sue and Reed go into an elaborate explanation as to why they took so long, but you sensed a shift. Reed never had a good poker face, his big brown eyes giving him away immediately.
Ben noticed, too, because he shot you a look.
“Why are you being weird?” Johnny asks, noticing their behavior to be rather off.
They go into more word vomit, and you cannot help but let a smirk spread across your face.
Ben quips up, “Are you pregnant?”
Sue’s face instantly shifts into a smile as she lets out some air from her nose, “Yeah, I’m pregnant.”
She and Ben stand up together, hugging one another in celebration. Reed gets up as well to join in on the embraces after he rattles off some weird and awkward gestures towards a flabbergasted Johnny. You shift out of your chair, grabbing him for a hug, whispering excited congratulations.
Johnny is sitting there completely astonished. “What? Really?”
You all look to him, still seated at the table. Sue nods, giving him a confident ‘yeah’. And then the celebration gets even bigger, with Johnny slamming his hands on the table. You are still half hugging Reed, slowly pulling away, watching Johnny lift his sister in the air, and telling her how great of a mother she would be. When he grabs Reed, he tells him how he’s going to be out of his depth. He’s always one to pull something mean out of the depths of his mind to lay into Reed. You pat Reed’s shoulder, whispering to him to ignore his jab.
You hug Sue and tell her congratulations. She gives you a squeeze, thanking you. Johnny grabs onto Ben as you pull away, “We are going to be the best uncles ever!”
You giggle, enjoying the excited look on Johnny’s face. He may be more thrilled than anyone else here.
-
After Johnny got his powers, you two decided it was probably best not to have children. With every scientist you know telling you it would be fine to have a mutant’s baby, you were still unsure. Even Reed had brought up the possibility, and that’s why he and Sue had given up on it for a while.
You did not know that they never really wanted to give up trying.
But you had done some semi-permanent things to ensure you would not get pregnant by your needy, insatiable boyfriend. Birth control. A small little pill you would take every morning with some orange juice and toast.
It had worked for the year that you two had been together, and you were confident that you would not have to carry his child until you knew 100% what you wanted to do.
But now a baby would be directly in your lives, and you had heard what baby fever can do to people. You were still sure you did not want a child, but the way Johnny is just blissful on the idea of having a nephew, you knew he would bring it up again.
And you were right. Seeing his sister and brother-in-law beaming over the prospect of their future child made him envious. He always wanted a little Johnny, a little you, but he understood your hesitancy. He respected it, of course, but there was now a nagging voice in his head that said if he didn’t do it now, it would never happen.
Dinner is finished in less than an hour, and you and Johnny take up the responsibility of cleaning up with H.E.R.B.I.E. Mainly, it was you cleaning off the table and stacking dishes while the robot did the rest. You still liked to busy yourself with tasks, making yourself seem useful to the team due to your lack of superhero abilities. You were essentially just their publicist and managed their daily lives at home while they went off to save the world.
You begin to wipe up the dinner table. Johnny creeps behind you, his hands shifting over your waist. He loved seeing you doing domestic activities. You were so pretty in your blue half-sleeved top, tucked into some high-waisted black trousers.
“You do not need to be cleaning, beautiful,” He hums into your neck, pressing a kiss to your pulse point.
“Let me finish what I’m doing,” You demand, scrubbing off some sauce he had spilled off his plate. By the way his warm hands rested where your shirt rode up slightly, you knew what he was trying to do.
He could sense some tension off of you, but refused to move away from you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing,” You lie, your mind still settling with the exciting news, “I am just tired, is all.”
“I think you’re lying, sweet cheeks.” He pulls your hips closer to him, his back against your shoulder blades, “Tell me what’s on your mind, hm?”
You could not lie much longer, “I’m more worried about what’s on your mind.”
He halts any more movements, using his grip on your hips to turn you around. He was not expecting such a response. You knew he would never pressure you to do something you did not want to do. So you must be referring to something else. “What do you mean?”
You shrug, your eyes shifting towards the floor over his shoulder before reluctantly returning to his piercing gaze, “You seem excited about the baby.”
He furrows his brows. You always thought he was always so painfully clueless when it mattered most. But the truth was, he did not understand why your response would be so bitter about his excitement.
His head shifts down towards you, “Of course, I am. I know how much Sue wanted it.”
You groan, throwing your head back. “Yeah, I know.”
You were starting to feel a bit dumb and dramatic about the whole thing. At the end of the day, you are excited for them. You like children for the most part, and it will keep the public off you and Johnny’s ass for 9 months. They won’t bother you about the timeline of your future child. Truthfully, you just hated the questions. There is almost a demand to produce the next generation of the Fantastic Four.
“Then what’s the big deal, beautiful? Why are you being weird about it?” His hands press into your hips in a possessive and needy way. You brush those thoughts off, knowing Johnny is doing it without even thinking twice.
But then the look he gave you during dinner started to enter your mind.
The longing.
“'Cause it’s only a matter of time before you start asking again.”
His hands still, “Asking for what? A baby?”
You slap his shoulders in frustration, “Yes!”
H.E.R.B.I.E takes his leave, knowing this could get heated quickly. He beeps his goodbye, heading down the hallway to the charging port that is set up for him. You grit your teeth, looking at Johnny’s silly expression, watching the robot roll away.
Johnny cannot help but play oblivious, now. After you clarified for him, his mind was now plotting the ways he could sidetrack the conversation. He knew exactly what you were saying, but it’s so much sweeter when you lay it all out for him, your bubbling frustration only gets him off. And you knew that, which only annoyed you more. You usually fought spelling it out for him, but with a conversation like this, you wanted to be explicitly clear.
He sighs, shaking his head dramatically. “Of course I want a family with you, baby.”
“Well, we can’t. Not right now.”
Johnny smiles knowingly, slowly slipping into that cheeky smirk he gives you when he lets you win an argument. “Well, yeah, I know that.”
“Okay, good.”
Hands slip down your hips, reaching back to your rear and palming the flesh, “I would never put that responsibility on you. You know that?”
He drags out his fondling, his fingers rubbing closer and closer to your crack. His hands are wandering to places he only touched you in private. You want to smack him away, but he feels so good, you refuse to bother to reprimand him.
“Yes, I know,” You squeak, your hands now wrapping around the nape of his neck to almost pull him closer. After rejecting him this morning, you spent most of the day regretting not lazing in bed with him until noon. That option was always on the table, but today you were adamant about getting work done. What an idiot you were.
“Good…”
His head dips down to trail kisses on your jaw, down to your pulse point on your neck. Your fingers rake through his blond locks, holding his face close to you. His hands do not stop moving, tracing the line where your ass meets the top of your thighs.
“You know what, though?” He ponders, his lips cresting the edge of your ear. He returns you to your previous position with a quick pull of your hips. Your ass is now pressed against him as your front half is practically folded over the white countertop. “It’s not stoppin’ me from acting like I can put one in you.”
“Johnny,” you warn, eyes fluttering close at the thought.
He chuckles, pressing a kiss right below your ear on your already sensitive neck, “Come on, baby. We can do it in a hypothetical sense.”
You breathe out a long sigh, knowing this was a terrible idea. You give Johnny an inch and he runs a mile. Even pretending he could get you pregnant felt like manifesting it. “Why, though?”
“Cause it’s hot to imagine,” He states, his hands traveling slowly between your thighs. You can feel him growing in his pants with the way his hips are practically melted into your backside, “Just thinking about fucking you full until you are dripping and full of my seed.”
“Johnny, please.”
“Oh, now you’re begging for it?” His hands warm up, like a reflex to get the truth out of you. Fingers spreading over your lower tummy as he lifts your top. You cannot stop the moans that leave your lips.
“No,” you try to say with an ounce of confidence. He just giggles, his teeth starting to toy with your earlobe.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His hand dips under your pants, not even bothering with the button. “I’ll give you that baby I want so badly.”
His words are so filthy. They always were. But these ones held an odd amount of weight.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, feeling his fingers go past your panties and seeking out your soaked slit. Once his fingers slide between your lips, a choked-out gasp leaves his lips. His words were enough to get you this wet. It fuels his ego every time.
Your body jolts, hands finding a spot on the counter to grip onto. There’s nothing to grab onto, so you let Johnny take control.
“You would be so fucking beautiful pregnant, you know?” His fingers dip further into you, and you surrender, laying your upper body on the freezing marble. He fucks you slowly, dragging his fingers in and out of your wet center with precision, “God, I’m so fuckin’ hard imagining it. All round with my baby.”
His other hand pulls you upward, resting right where your womb is. You know how effective your birth control is, so you know his words are just words. But god, are those words making you a mess.
“Shit,” You gasp, practically out of breath as he toys with your hole, “I can actually see the appeal of these hypotheticals.”
“Yeah?” His nose bumps the shell of your ear, “You like imagining making me a daddy?”
“Jesus, Johnny,” You sigh, as his fingers pull out of you, the wetness of your core dragging up to your tummy. He finally pops the button on your pants and shoves them down around your ankles. Your pants were quite tight, so you decided a seamless thong would suit the outfit. Johnny thanks his lucky stars for your usually-dragging-morning-brain for being so brilliant.
“We are going to get caught-”
“Everyone is in bed,” He replies quickly, not letting you finish your thought. He’s already shoving his pants down with one hand still resting on your body. “Just let me do what you deprived me of this morning.”
“Deprived you?” you quip, turning to face him. He does not take kindly to your movement, grabbing your hips and pressing them into the edge of the counter again.
You hated to admit that you loved it when he dominated you in this way. He was such a playful presence in day-to-day life, but when the switch flipped inside him, you were like sand between his fingers.
His palm comes down, slapping your ass. “Behave.”
You bite your lip and nod, smiling at his actions.
“You would be such a good momma, you know?” He ponders, his right hand reaching down between you two. You feel his tip swipe against the skin of your asscheek, his precum trickling slowly down your flesh. His words send your brain into a tizzy. You wiggle in his grip, wanting him to sink into you already. “I’d get to see your tits even more than usual.”
You stop your movements, peering over your shoulder at him. The statement is almost so comically funny that you cannot take it seriously. “How does that even correlate?”
His face is deadly serious before that familiar grin creeps across his lips. He moves your thong out of his way, rubbing his cock between your sopping pussy lips, “Gotta feed the kid somehow.”
You close your eyes, letting out a depraved sigh. You can feel the smile on his face as he sinks into you, his length taking up every inch of your pussy. You squeeze him briefly, trying to adjust to his size.
“So tight. Relax a bit, honey.”
Johnny is always warm, so in turn, so are you. Especially when you fuck. The moment his hips shift inside you and he drags his cock in and out of you, you break a sweat. Even the coldness of the counter could not cool you down as his body hangs over you and completely overtakes your space.
Johnny may be hot, but your cunt was even warmer. It was like his own personal drug. He would spend the rest of his days buried inside you, listening to your desperate whimpers as his hips snapped into you.
“Faster,” You urge, wanting to feel that familiar build-up in your tummy grow. He presses one hand into your waist, the other holding that spot that he’s now hyper-focused on.
He speeds up his motions, his waist slapping against the fat of your ass, “Greedy momma, huh? You just want my babies so bad, huh?”
The pressure builds up only intensifies when the hand from your waist pushes your thong out of the way. His pointer and ring finger spread you wider as his middle finger swipes across your swollen clit. The mixture of meticulous work on your clit on top of the swiftness of his thrusts makes your ears ring.
You are being loud, and you both know it. Usually, soundproof bedroom walls protect your pretty sounds from being exposed to the rest of the family, but you are in the middle of the condo, bent over the kitchen counter.
Johnny takes the initiative to quiet you by slapping his hand over your mouth, leaving a warm spot on your tummy. His other hand does not let up on your clit, chasing that familiar feeling of you spasming around his sensitive cock.
He jerks your head back, curling your back up into an arch, “I want you to cum for me, momma. I’m close, wanna feel you first. Then I’ll give you what we both want.”
Fingers speed up as his hips falter in speed a bit, but it’s still enough for you. Your eyes roll back the moment the burning spreads across your nerve endings. You moan into his hand, his name falling from your lips over and over. His hips go flush with your ass the moment his cock twitches, emptying every last drop deep inside you. His face is pressed into the side of yours, his words a jumble of “fuck” and “yes, take it all, baby”.
You stand there on wobbly legs as Johnny recovers and moves his hand away from your mouth. He kisses your cheek a couple of times before his hands go back to your lower tummy again.
“I’m in no rush,” He mumbles, drawing circles into your skin. You know exactly what he’s talking about, and hearing him reassure you again makes your heart grow a million sizes, “I'd rather have you all to myself anyway.”
The giggle that escapes your throat is clouded by some phlegm. You clear your throat, “I like that it’s just us. Especially right now.”
“I’m not ready to share you.”
He slips out of you as he says it, making it sound so casual. His cum literally drips down your thigh as he removes himself. “Sorry, honey.”
You run your fingers between your hips and thong to straighten it back out over your ass. When you slap it against your own skin, you hear Johnny chuckle at the obscenity. He bends down, grabbing the waistband of your pants, shimmying it up your leg, effectively wiping away the white liquid he left on your skin. To him, it’s a job well done. All clean!
To you, it means you have to ensure you run the pants through the laundry twice.
“Johnny-”
“Sorry,” He beams as you spin to scold him, “Again.”
There he is. Embedding himself so deep into your skin like a lovesick leech. You want to smack him for annoying you so quickly after getting you blissed out on his dick, but instead, you just grit your teeth and pinch his cheek.
“Daddy is going to sleep on the hard couch if he keeps it up.”
His eyes light up at your words, completely disregarding the latter half of the sentence.
“So you did like that little fake scenario I mocked up, huh?”
You shake your head, buttoning your pants. He is a menace and he knows it. “Oh, you read me so well, honey. You’re on fire tonight!”
You don’t mean it to have a double meaning, but of course it does with Johnny. The expression he makes is so painful to your pride that you scrunch your nose in disgust.
Description: Y/N has Telepathic abilities and without realizing it, she’s putting fantasies she has into Johnny’s head.
Warning: Smut, fantasies in this font, oral (female receiving), fingering, lactation kink, car sex, use of powers in a sexual way
Word Count: 1,780
Request:
Hey, love that you're taking Quinn!Johnny requests 😆 so....
Johnny x reader smut where she's telekinetic and still learning to control it so snapshots of their relationship where when emotions run high she loses control like arguments, joy, fear and sex.
Thank you 😊
Author’s Note: Inspired by this request as I have changed a few things about it. I hope you like it!
“Johnny.” She cried out, clinging to him as he thrusted into her like he was on a mission.
Her nails dug into his back, marking him as he groaned in her ear from the pain, the pain which he loved. Sweat made them stick together and fill the air with a scent that made her head spin. His eyes were orange as he looked down at her, waiting for her to scream or cry his name as she cums all over his dick. This moment felt so heated and passionate, all like a dream…
“Y/N?” Sue called her name, seeing her in a zoned out state.
She knew that having new powers was difficult and trying to control them was even worse. They knew very little about her powers and what she was capable of. Johnny on the other hand stared at her with wide eyes as she managed to somehow get in his head with her fantasies. She didn’t mean to, it just happened. Johnny shifted in his seat and looked away from her.
“Are you okay?” Sue asked her and she looked at her.
“I think so. I don’t know what happened.” She lied.
She knew but she wasn’t aware that Johnny knew as well. The poor guy was red in the face and thankfully nobody else looked at him. “You didn’t use your powers?” She asked and Y/N shrugged.
She honestly had no idea what just happened.
The next time it happened Johnny was asleep and he was having a good dream.
Her hips moved against his as she rode him in the car, her cute sundress covered their lower halves but his hands were gripping her hips, wanting to drag her faster against him. His head was back against the seat and his eyes were closed. Her sweet moans and whimpers filled the air of the night and his ears.
It’s all he could hear. Her head was tilted back and her hands placed on his chest. She could feel his warmth through his t-shirt and inside of her. He let out a soft moan as she clenched around him once and she wanted to hear that noise again and again. The more she clenched around him, the more he moaned and soon enough he was close,
“I’m about to cum!” He warned her but that was enough for her to pick up her pace.
She wanted him too.
Right when he was about to cum he woke up and looked around his room for a second. That was a crazy dream, he thought though it was yet to end.
He cried out into the night as he filled her up with his cum. Her hips didn’t stop, not even slowing as she rode to her orgasm. Johnny was whining for overstimulation but that noise made her move faster and soon enough she was crying out his name as she came.
Johnny looked down at himself and muttered curses as he realized what just happened. It wasn’t just a dream, she was using her powers again. He had came in his PJ pants just from the visions. He didn’t move for a second, too embarrassed and lost as he never had that happened before. He got up to change his boxers and pants before going to talk to Y/N.
He knocked on her door and waited for her to answer. She opened the door seconds later and looked like she barely slept.
“Hey Johnny.” She said in a tired voice.
“Can we talk?” He asked and though her facial expression was confused, she nodded and opened the door anyway, letting him in her room.
He was red in the face at the thought of what she put in his head and he wasn’t even sure how to bring it up.
“You okay?” She asked, sitting on her bed.
He nodded and cleared his throat,
“Yeah uh it’s just that you’ve been putting sexy visions in my head.” He closed his eyes and wanted to hit himself for bring it up like that.
Her face turned red as well and her jaw dropped, she hadn’t realized that someone else could see what she was seeing.
“Oh my God Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing that.” She stood up from her bed and apologized.
“It’s okay, truly. You don’t have to apologize.” He tells her and she shakes her head, she was so mad at herself.
“No I do. You didn’t want to see any of that.” She said, actually she was wrong.
“It was hot.” Johnny said and she looked at him surprised.
“What your brain came up with, those scenarios are hot.” He says and she was more than surprised and a little turned on that he felt the same way.
Though she’d imagine it would be hard to make Johnny Storm uncomfortable.
“Wow, I wasn't expecting that.” She mumbles.
“I mean you have to feel the same way if you’ve been doing it.” He pointed out and he was right.
She definitely found him attractive, hot even and all her thoughts were on purpose.
“Yeah I just had no idea that I was projecting them onto you.” She said and looked away from him.
He smirked and walked up to her,
“No big deal. I just think you should make them a reality.” He mumbled before kissing her.
Her eyes widened for a second before she relaxed and kissed him back. Her hands rested around his neck and he hugged her to him.
She was spread out on her bed, covers in a mess on the floor and the sheet half off her mattress. There between her legs was Johnny, eating away like she was his favorite meal. Her hands in his hair and her moans filled the room.
“Johnny.” She cried, thighs squeezing around his head some.
He groaned against her and the vibrations made her cry out.
The scene had switched to a little later,
Johnny pulled away from her cunt that he made cum 4 times. His mouth dripping with her cum, his eyes glowing orange as he stared up at the tired girl with hunger in his eyes. He wasn’t done.
Johnny pulled away from the kiss,
“Oh my.” She looked at him, fake innocence in her eyes.
“We need to recreate that.” He said and pushed her onto the bed.
She looked up at him with a smile, agreeing with him through their minds.
“That’s so fucking cool.” He groaned and nearly collapsed on her, chasing her lips.
She let him kiss her in a hurry, sloppy mess, trying not to laugh. He was so hungry for her and it was funny how sloppy he was with every move. His kisses went down to her neck, wetting it with his lips and spit.
“You’re like a dog in heat.” She joked and gasped when he bit her neck a little.
He didn’t respond and moved down to her chest area that was covered by her shirt.
“I need this off.” He groaned and she sat up and removed her shirt, being the early day she didn’t have on a bra yet but he wasn’t complaining.
She smiled and laid back so he could get a good view. He mouthed the word fuck and Immediately started attacking her breasts. She hummed and ran her fingers through his soft hair. He sucked on her nipple like he was drinking from it,
Milk dripped from her nipple as it ached, she was moaning and groaning in pain, needing a release. Unfortunately she was far away from her baby or the pump, all she had was Johnny and his sick fantasies. He looked concerned until he saw her leaking through her shirt. His eyes widened and all he wanted to do was rip the shirt from her body and drink her milk.
“Johnny.” She groaned and looked at him.
She knew she wouldn’t have to beg him. He already knew what she wanted and pulled over immediately. He stopped the car and unbuckled his seatbelt in a hurry, like he was late to an event. He pushed his seat back and patted his lap. She climbed over and straddled him, lifting her shirt, wasting no time.
His lips immediately wrapped around one of her aching nipples and began to suck, a loud moan rang through her lips as the relief set it and it felt really good. Johnny drank up all her milk until some was leaking from his chin. She threw her head back as he switched to the other nipple and did the same.
Johnny pulled away from her nipple with this hungry look in his eyes, like her fantasy had awoken something in him. He moved down to her PJ pants and pulled them down,
“No panties?” He asked her with a teasing tone.
Do something about it then, she spoke to him through their minds and he didn’t need to be told twice. The feeling of his mouth on her was surreal and better than in her head. His mouth moved like a mad man wanting something so bad and finally getting it. His hands gripped her thighs, keeping them apart even though he craved to feel them squeeze his head.
His tongue lapped up her wetness and swirled it all over, making her moan his name out loud.
“Johnny.” Over and over again as he lapped up her juices and brought her closer to the edge.
He used his fingers to penetrate her and to feel her walls clench around them. Her hands gripped her sheets, trying not to rip through them. Her body shook with need as she begged him for she didn’t know what but she needed more. His mouth and fingers weren’t enough, she needed his dick.
Her pulsing clit got him to pull away with a soft cry from her lips. His lips were covered in her juices as was his fingers that he pulled out of her. He was breathing hard as he wiped his mouth and got face to face with her,
“You taste amazing, better than in my head.” He told her and her eyes nearly rolled back.
“I need to know something.” She says, her voice desperate.
Her hands ran through his hair and her body bucked up against his clothed one. He was hard, so hard that he needed to be inside of her soon or he might explode in flames.
“Do your eyes light up orange when you cum?” She was shy about the question yet had no problem showing it in her fantasies.
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