Johnny Storm hates it when you hide your face from him :(
warnings : nsfw (mdni) — johnny storm x ftm! reader, missionary <3
Your face is contorted in pleasure as you feel Johnny's cock thrusting inside you, practically sucking him in. Your heart starts beating even faster when he leans close to your ear, "You like that, baby? Want me to go faster?" His breath tickled against your skin— you nodded in response, your palms remain covering half of your face- which made his lips form a frown. His earlier cocky expression had faded, replaced with a look of concern — his hand reached out to yours in an attempt to pull them away from your face.
"Angel?" His slowed thrusts had stopped, his cock still nuzzling inside you. "Everything okay?" His tone had softened significantly, the Johnny who cares deeply about your comfort and wellbeing. You were struggling to form words, overwhelmed by his caring tone combined with your own insecurities. He's aware of how self conscious you are — though it pains him that you think so lowly of yourself. To him, you're the cutest boy he had ever seen.
"I'm sorry. It's just-" you paused, your features are now exposed to him. His expression showed pure admiration, which helped you gain courage to let your feelings out. "I hate what I look like during- you know." Your lips formed into a nervous smile, luckily Johnny immediately knew what you were trying to say. At first, he stayed quiet- bringing your hand closer to press his lips against your knuckles.
He stared at you for a while, taking in your facial features and your bare figure. He felt his cheeks heat up when you caught him admiring you in all your glory, he snapped out of his little trance. "Sorry." He chuckled nervously, leaning down to rest his chin against your sternum. "Nothing turns me on more than knowing I'm the one making you feel good. Your face looks extra cute when I'm balls deep inside you." You playfully gave him a light slap on the shoulder, "I'm serious. Who told you to look all cute for me?"
"Okay, Johnny." You slightly cringed at his words, but there's no denying that hearing those words coming out of his mouth hits you significantly harder than any "You're gorgeous" compliment. He expects you to fully believe him every time he compliments you. He feels absolutely offended when somebody questions his amazing taste in men— though he didn't expect it to be his own boyfriend.
"Jokes aside." His voice dropped an octave, his eyes narrowing slightly when he looked deep in your eyes. "Baby, I get awestruck just by looking at you." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, before moving to the side of your lips, forehead, then every part of your face — to reassure you that he's obsessed with every inch of you. "My— handsome boy." You giggled when you felt his lips lingering against your skin, which caused him to have the same reaction as yours.
"I could stare at your face for hours." He whispers while stroking his thumb against your cheek, a tender smile spread across his lips. "You're so swee-" you got cut off by your own pleasurable gasp when you felt his cock hardening. "Johnny?"
"You're still inside me."