I'm LIVING for these Halloween prompts!!! Can I claim #26 "trick or treat" for TaserTorch and make it as dirty as you want!
I made it as dirty as I could! Well maybe not, but it’s pretty dirty YAY! thank you to @bloomsoftly for the beta helping!! <3
26. ‘Trick or Treat.’
‘Do I get to choose the treat?’
Pairing: Darcy/Johnny
Rating: E for explicit!
Johnny: Trick or Treat 🎃
Darcy: Do I get to choose the treat?
He hadn’t been completely sure how his efforts had gone with Darcy at Stark’s Halloween party over the weekend. She’d laughed when he failed to land a joke, wandered off midway through their heckling of the DJ, and never once glanced at him out of the corner of her eye while dancing.
But this was a pretty promising response to what he’d really only meant as a holiday text. Well, a holiday text with the hope of opening a casual dialogue that might lead his way into a casual date or two.
Now he had Netflix and chill plans at Darcy’s apartment.
Maybe he’d landed those jokes better than he thought.
Darcy opened the door, dressed in a black t-shirt dress and black and white striped thigh highs. There was just a sliver of skin showing between the two and Johnny was immediately interested in dropping to his knees and licking along the line.
“Are you ready for this?” Darcy asked, eyes narrowed behind her glasses.
“So ready,” Johnny said, trying to stamp down the flare of heat in his palms.
“Awesome,” she said, grinning and stepping back from her door. “I was so bummed when everyone else cancelled. I dunno if I could’ve binged the whole thing by myself.”
“Uhhh…” Johnny stepped into the apartment, brain spinning.
“But it’s criminal to expect me to wait until the weekend when people aren’t ‘working’ to find out what happen to my bb Eleven,” Darcy continued, stopping by the kitchen to grab a giant bucket of popcorn and another of assorted chocolate candy. “It’s been over a year already. C’mon people! Who’s your fave? Mine is Dustin. He’s so emotionally stable.”
Stranger Things.
Johnny was here to watch Stranger Things. It’d been mentioned early on at the Halloween party and he’d agreed and then…probably forgot about it. Clearly, he had forgotten about it.
“Y’all are superheroes,” Darcy said with a sigh. She bent slightly to put the buckets on her coffee table and Johnny gazed at the new peek of pale skin with the slightly disappointed realization that the stockings were not meant to be provocative, just festive. She faced him an added, “When do you ever get weekends off?”
“Pretty much never,” Johnny said once he’d caught up to the situation.
Darcy bounced down onto her outrageously puffy turquoise couch. She put her feet up between the buckets and there were pumpkins on the soles of the socks. Johnny went to join her and decided not to mention that he’d skipped out on dealing with doombots in midtown. The team would be fine without him anyway.
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They were five episodes in, the popcorn was down to kernels and there were candy wrappers scattered across the table. Darcy had shifted from sitting next to him, to leaning against him, to the both of them laying down the length of the couch with her half on top of him.
There had been a moment earlier where Johnny realized that he was touching the skin of Darcy’s thigh between the hem of her dress and top of her socks. But then a monster had burst into the scene, his hands had squeezed on the backs of her thighs, and Darcy had jumped and dug her chin into his shoulder, wincing at the screen.
But now she was wiggling over him, reaching out to the remote on the coffee table, legs straddling his hips.
“What- what’re you doing?” Johnny asked, trying to ignore the feel of her in his lap, or the fact that the dress had ridden up so that it was just covering her and there was whole new landscape of blue white skin to appreciate in the dark.
Darcy paused the auto play and stretched to put the remote back down. Johnny swallowed as her dress shifted and he saw just a sliver of candy corn striped cotton underwear.
“How do you feel about a sex break?”
“Huh?” Johnny asked, half sitting up and trying not to choke on his surprise.
“That’s why you wanted to come tonight, right?” Darcy asked, smiling down at him.
“Umm…”
“If it isn’t then I can-” she started to lift slightly off his lap and Johnny clamped his hands over her thighs to pull her back down. “Ohh,” she said softly, and she shifted over him, rocking for a moment before biting her lip and making herself fall still.
“Really? You’re cool with that?”
“I only really paid attention to about the first twenty minutes of that last episode. Your hands have been distracting me and I’m getting pretty wet.”
Johnny knew his mouth was hanging open. Objectively, he knew it was open. That he was staring at her, jaw dropped, face stupid with surprise. But he couldn’t feel it?
“I would love a sex break,” he said, finally. “You wanna…here?”
Darcy pulled her glasses off, and stretched again to put them down next to the remote.
Johnny let one hand slide up her thigh, thumb rubbing in, so he could lift her skirt up. She hadn’t lied, the orange crotch of her panties was a little damp and dark. He pushed his thumb there and watched as Darcy’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and she pushed back against his thumb, eyes fluttering shut.
“Can we, can we do this a little first?” she asked, breath gasping, bouncing against him on his lap where he was growing hard, cock twitching as she rubbed against it. “I love this part.”
“We can do pretty much anything you want,” Johnny said and twisted his hand so that she was pressing against his fingers, stroking herself there.
She bit a little cry behind her lips and then fell forward, bracing herself against the arm of the couch so she could lean down to bite and lick her way into his mouth. Johnny groaned and sucked the chocolate and buttery salt flavor from her tongue until she pulled away to moan, eyes squeezed shut.
“Will you finger me?” she breathed against his cheek.
“Yeah.” Johnny’s forehead bumped softly against her cheek as he nodded urgently, fingers fumbling against the edge of her sodden panties where they were sticking to her skin. “Coolio. Shit. I mean. Yeah, absolutely.” He would be fucking delighted to.
He was achingly hard now and Darcy wasn’t doing much more than bumping against him where he was tenting the sweatpants he’d worn. But she was slippery and warm inside of the wet cotton and she froze still and held her breath as he nudged first one and then another finger inside of her.
“Let me know if I get too warm,” he said, watching her cheeks flush and lips part as she rose slightly and sank down on his knuckles with a huff of breath. She squeezed around him and Johnny’s eyes crossed a little at the feeling.
“Warm is good,” she said, voice low and ragged. “Warm would be lovely.”
And she moaned and pressed down against his hand as he let himself heat up just a bit.
She came back for more kisses, and Johnny sat up with her, one arm wrapped around her waist to help her ride his hand. They trade nibbles and sucks and when Darcy started to pant and sigh in earnest, hands braced on his shoulders, he settled for licking long stripes up her throat.
“I’ve got- oh, fuck, i’m so close, Johnny. I’ve got condoms stashed in that thro-ohhhhhhh, oh god, oh shit. Throw pillow. Throw pillohhhahh ahh!”
Johnny stifled his grin, just barely, and watched Darcy’s breasts bounce softly in front of his face as she arched backwards and came with a long squeal, muffled behind closed lips. She clenched and squirmed on his fingers as his thumb rubbed at her clit until she started to jump away.
“You still wanna?” he asked as she drew herself forward to snuggle under his chin. “Too much?”
“Noooo,” she said into his neck. “I wanna. Definitely wanna. You care if I go grab my vibe?”
Johnny blinked. Shit. Who was this girl?
“No, I’m cool with that,” Johnny said, trying not to growl.
She shuffled off his lap, leaving his hand sticky and wet, as she stumbled towards her bedroom.
“God, I’m totally dripping,” she called out to him. “Put the condom on and we’ll be ready.”
He let his head fall back on the arm of the couch in stunned delight for a moment before the words really registered. Put the damn condom on Storm, and you’ll be ready for fucking Darcy Goddamn Lewis. Who was probably his new official dream girl. He grabbed frantically at all the throw pillows until one crinkled promisingly.
He’d stripped out of his t-shirt and had his sweats shoved down his hips, the condom rolling down the head of his cock, when Darcy reappeared. She had a black and silver little curved device in one hand, a towel in the other, her striped stockings running up her legs, and was otherwise beautifully bare.
“Oh damn that looks delicious,” she said, staring at his hands around his cock.
Her hair was up in a ponytail and her breasts were hanging heavily, nipples perky in the cool apartment, and Johnny could see a slight sheen of wetness gleaming from between her legs.
“Know what you mean,” Johnny said, staring back.
She preened, and the ponytail swayed. “Thanks. Get out of those sweats, I need your spot.”
Johnny obeyed, maybe a little too fast since all the blood was south of his head, and almost fell over as Darcy shimmied up onto the couch, draping the towel over the arm and then settling herself on top, wedging the vibrator between her and the towel.
“Holy shit,” Johnny whispered as she spread her legs a little, ass in the air and ponytail swaying down her spine. A buzz started up and Darcy looked back at him, biting down on her lip.
“Saddle up Storm, I want you in me when I come this next time.”
Before he could think straight Johnny was pushing in, Darcy whimpering, and he could feel the soft vibration running through her. His fingers dug into the plushy skin high on her ass as he swallowed heavily and tried not to lose control with slow and deep strokes.
“Next sex break,” Darcy panted, head sagging as she breathed deep, pacing herself with his thrusts. “I get to suck you off.”
Johnny looked up to the ceiling as if to thank the Great Pumpkin himself for this night, but then realized what he was missing and looked directly down again.
“Only if we can be fair about it,” Johnny managed as he watched himself disappear into the prettiest, pinkest, pussy he’d ever seen.
Darcy giggled and then pressed back against him with a moan. Johnny was pretty sure this wasn’t what Sue meant when she said he’d find somebody someday to tame his wildness. But he had a feeling Darcy Lewis was going to prove herself the best candidate. She certainly felt like it.
“What a treat, huh?” she asked. Johnny bucked into her, jaw loose at the way she trembled around him, and nodded dumbly in agreement.
