#midsized!reader

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More Johnny and Gymcrush!reader

Pt 1

Holy shit thank you all so much for the love on my last Drabble, didn’t expect that at all but I’m glad it was well isreceived :) here’s some more. Sorry it’s been actual months still new to this whole posting my writing thing.

Content - Reader is shorter than Johnny(sorry my tall queens), reader is referred to as “girl” “lass” etc. and implied to be fem, gender neutral pronouns used for reader.

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You avoid him to the best of your ability from then on. You learn his name is Johnny when he meets up with a friend But he always seems to be at the gym. He’s got you extremely self conscious, clothes even baggier than they already were. Sweating up a storm as you tried to avoid eye contact. Luckily it seemed like he got the message. He didn’t try to interact with you after that one day. But you could still feel him, his eyes. Fuck, those eyes, digging into your form like a barbed arrow. Always there. And if you’d turn around to look at the man that was their source, he’d just give you a silly little grin.

Jesus Christ this had to be some kind of game to him. But you couldn’t say his attention didn’t make you feel at least a little flush. Those charming smiles, his boyish hair, partnered with his stubble that exudes some semblance of maturity. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t caught yourself staring from time to time. How his muscles flexed or his breath got heavy after a particularly difficult set. But you knew you couldn’t have him, and you knew he didn’t want you. He was simply another gym rat who was questioning why the fat girl was in his gym.

Eventually, about after three weeks, you decided to confront him. Maybe you got tired of the stares, that to you, felt more like glares. Or maybe you’d just had enough that day, from getting yelled at work, to someone scratching your car, to something as minuscule as you not playing attention and filing your water bottle with to much water, getting it all over you in the process. Regardless you’re just tired. And this fuckers eyes, drilling into your back rolls is not helping.

“Did I do something?” You ask him crossing your arms. You had to tilt your head to look him in the eyes. You watched as he smirked about to respond, but before he could, you continued. “Look I understand I’m not the prettiest sight but I’m simply trying to work out. I try to avoid you I really do, I’ll stop mid-rep, and practically dart to the other side of the gym just so you don’t have to deal with me.” There are tears welling in your eyes now, so worked up from the day, or the week, or hell this month has just been a disaster. You continue, “I leave my water half-filled cause you’re passing to go to the bathroom and won’t stop staring at me. I know I’m fat ok. Im here for a fucking reason-“

Johnnys brow furrows at that last point. His smirk lowers into something much more grim. He takes a breath and that stern look is already shifting into one of concern and kindness.

Before you could continue he cuts in. “I don’t ‘ave a problem wit cha Bonnie.” It’s deep and authoritative, it catches you off guard. Now your brows furrow.

Taken aback, you stumble over your words as you answer. “W-what? So all those stares, all the times you’d get in my way, messing with me, that was cause you liked me? Sure.” You scoff with disbelief. Crossing your arms and turning your head to the side with an eyeroll as you wait for Soaps response.

But it never really comes. Save for the sheepish nod and grin he gave you. His arm rubbing his neck nervously. Holy shit. He liked you. Like, liked liked you. You were gonna vomit. Your head whipped back to him. Uncrossing your arms to fidget with them in front of you. Your eyes went wide, with something similar to fear.

Your thoughts flooded with all the worst case scenarios. You dart your eyes around, looking for friends chuckling, or a camera to catch this “EPIC PRANK ON FAT GIRL 🤣”. Lord knows this wouldn’t be the first time you were the butt of the joke.

Sensing your discomfort Johnnys eyes focus back on you with concern. His arms going out like he’s soothing a lost puppy. “Look Lass, this isn’t a prank, or a dare, an’ Aye truly am sorry for makin’ ye feel uncomfortable. But Aye’d like to make it up ta ye. Can Aye take ye out on a date?”

Yo ur first instinct is to obviously say no. Walling yourself up. Having to figuratively harden yourself just because you were physically soft. And god you want to believe him. You want to trust he’s being genuine. You wrap your arms around yourself. Concealing everything you hate about yourself.

You look up to give him your answer and that was your mistake. Your mouth forming the word “no” but it falls short once you catch a glimpse of his adorable puppy dog blues. Head tilted to the side and down at you like a true retriever. Shit. The way his eyes bare into you in this moment, no longer harsh or berating, but loving a truthful.

So with a sigh, and against your better judgement, you say yes.

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Gang I’m so out of ideas this has been sitting in my notes app for ages someone help.

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Wanna Bet? 1/2 (Johnny Storm x model!reader)

Summary: You were a midsized model in New York City and Johnny has taken a liking to you. But you thought it was a sick fetish he had and Johnny was more than happy to prove him otherwise.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, mature themes (grinding, allusions to sex), MINORS DNI, reader is black

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You half listened to your girls gossiping about who they took home the other night as the group of you walked out of the photographer’s studio.

You look to where Johnny is normally parked as he waited for your photoshoot was over.

Your gaze fell to Johnny leaning against his crimson red Corvette, pushing his shades up the bridge of his nose. His black leather jacket hugged his frame nicely.

He smiled at you but you could tell something was wrong.

You left the girls to talk among themselves, tightening your grip on your bag when you neared Johnny.

“What happened to going out to lunch, Y/N?” One of them calls after you. “Raincheck,” you said over your shoulder. “That’s what she said last time,” she said under her breath.

“He’s going to break her heart,” her sister said in disbelief. “I know. But she’s just going to have to find out for herself,”

Your eye brows knit together when you noticed blue and purple streaks peeking out from behind his shades.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets and you hum in response, crossing your arms. You reached for his shades and he let you take them off, wincing when the side grazes against the sensitive skin.

“What the hell happened to your face, Johnny?”

“Awe, you worried about me? I knew you cared.” He teases, but you weren’t laughing. His left eyelid was starting to bruise but it wasn’t to the point of swelling. Not yet anyway.

“Tell me what happened,” you prod. He sighs, gently taking the glasses from your hands and clipped them on his shirt.

There were some guys talking about you at the bar. And I didn’t like what they had to say, alright?”

“Well, what did they say?” He kicks off the curb and opened the passenger’s side door. “Come one. Let me take you home.” “I can’t. My driver is waiting for me.”

“I told the driver to take the day off. He happily agreed.” He says in amusement. “Johnny,” you scold.

He cocks his head to the open door and you signed in defeat, stepping around his large frame to slide into his car.

“Are you going to tell me what they said?” You asked when he piles into driver seat and cuts a guy off when he merges into the highway from the parking lane.

“It doesn’t matter what they said,” “It matters if you fought them over it,”

“They said commented about my weight, didn’t they? Do people not get that modeling agencies purposely hired midsized women and plus sized women. It’s not like we were shooed in or something. We have to earn that shit,” you add, looking out of the window.

“It was something like that, yeah.” Pulling your eyes from the window, you looked at his bruising cheek.

He held your gaze for a moment before returning his attention back to the road. He clenches his jawline as he concentrates on crossing over to the left lane to make a turn.

You stare at his plump lips for a moment. There were countless times you’d envision what kissing him would feel like.

Had he not been Johnny Storm, things would have been entirely different.

“And why would you do that? You realize that if word gets out that you defended me, people will start to-“ “I stopped care what people think a long time ago, Y/N.”

“So you don’t care if the media spins that we’re a couple?” “The media can think what they think,” he says with a shrug.

“Are you okay?” “Emotionally? I’ve had better days.” “You’re insufferable, Johnny.” You said with an eye roll and he chuckles.

“Well if you didn’t make pissing you off so entertaining. I’d stop doing it.”

“No you wouldn’t,” “You’re right. I wouldn’t.” You shook your head but couldn’t help the smile on your face.

He parks in front of your apartment, turning to find you already staring at him. Your eyes concentrate on his bruised kissed cheek.

“I know that look and don’t do that to yourself.” He states.

“I know I can be a bitch. But I never meant for you to get hurt, Johnny.” “I know you didn’t, sweetheart.”

His hand twitched in his lap as he practiced restraint from reaching to touch your face.

“You wanna come inside for a bit?” You offered, his lips parted in surprise. “You sure? You know, I respect your decision not to let me inside.” He negotiates.

“Johnny, we’re adults. I’m sure we can go inside my apartment and have a talk without it leading to sex.”

His cock twitched in his pants at you saying the word sex. God, he was much far gone than he cares to admit.

“You’re right.” He agrees. You opened the door and stepped out on the sidewalk.

Closing the car door, you took your keys out of your bag. Johnny waits behind you close enough to smell your perfume.

Tapping your keycard against the keypad, the two of you walked into the house you were renting.

“Wow,” Johnny says to himself, mesmerized by the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. He had hoped your massive couch was as comfortable as it looked.

You clicked on the lights to the dining room and the kitchen on the way to your bedroom.

“Let’s order something. Maybe Chinese?” You suggest, setting your bag on the bed.

Johnny whistles before adding, “So this is what modeling will get you, huh?” “I’m glad you like it,” you respond, taking off your earrings and taking off your earrings.

He follows your voice to your bedroom, he nearly groans at the sight of the King bed in the center of the room.

“And they say you can’t make an honest living off of modeling,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.

“Who says that?” You quirked a brow in anticipation. “Bunch of idiots, that’s who.” He says, making the two of you laugh.

He smiles at you when you meet his gaze. You stood a few inches from him. “So, Chinese?” “Chinese works for me.”

“Great let me get my..” you turn to reach for your phone but Johnny catches your hand.

“I know this is wrong, but why does it feel so-” he starts until you interrupt him. “Don’t do that. Don’t make it about feelings or attachment. You just want to fuck me.”

“I don’t just want to fuck you,” he argues. “Oh really? Should I ask the laundry list of women that you’ve slept with in my model agency alone?” You retort, tearing your hand away from him.

“I’m not an idiot, Johnny. I know what this is about.” “If I didn’t care about you, do you think I would speak up for you?”

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” “That’s the point. I wanted to do that.” He closes the gap between you.

“I refuse to be just another notch on your belt. There’s countless women who want you, Johnny.” “I don’t want them. I want you.”

“Like hell you do. I know your track record. You like petite women. Women you can easily pick up and do cute little beach scenes with. I am anything but, and I’m okay with that.”

“So that’s what this is about. You think I’m not attracted to you because you’re curvy?” “No, I know you’re not attracted to me because I’m midsized,”

He stares at you with a blank expression and you narrowed your eyes at him to challenge what you had said.

He takes off his jacket and tossed it on the chair at your desk.

You said his name when he takes a step towards you. Before you could do anything else, he lifts you into his arms without so much of a grunt.

He wraps your legs around his abdomen and looked up at you with an amused smile. You had to hold back a groan threatening to leave your lips when your body pressed against his rock hard chest.

“Is this what you were worried about? Here, let me do you one better.” He slides his hands under your thighs and lifts you higher up his abdomen.

“Johnny,” you said fearfully, squeezing his shoulders. “Relax, sweetheart. I got you.” He said, breathlessly.

With that, he lifts your legs over his shoulders and buries his face against your cunt. You gasped when the tip of his nose nudged your clit.

Warmth spread through your body, your cunt throbbing with arousal. The vibrations of his groans against your core caused a breathlessly moan to leave your lips.

He casually walks towards your bed until his legs touched the base of the bed. Bending at the waist, he gingerly removed his face from you and set you down on your bed.

His tongue darts across his lips as he met your gaze.

You stared at one another in silence, his pink lips parted to let out a few a deep breaths.

“Sorry if I overstepped,” he tells you, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room.

As if your legs had a mind of their own, you rushed after him. “Johnny wait,” to your surprise, he was waiting in the hallway just before he reached the stairs.

You nearly run into his back, wrapping your arms around his body so he didn’t fall down the stairs.

He turns around in your arms and you quickly let go to take a few steps back.

He closes the gap between you and reached for your face but you press your hands to his chest to stop him.

“I have some conditions.” Your voice grew shaky the longer you held his seducing gaze. He needed you and you could feel it.

“I’m fine with this being a one time thing.” You start. “It won’t be a one time thing,” he says, walking you back into the bedroom.

“And I’m also fine with having no strings attached,”

Once the back of your knees hits the bed, you laid down with your arms holding you up. He tosses the jacket on the floor and kicked off his shoes.

You almost felt ashamed from how fast you spread your legs when he climbed over you.

Almost.

Your back arched when his painfully hard cock presses against your clit, putting more and more pressure every second.

He watches your squirm underneath him, begging for more friction.

“Oh there’ll definitely be strings attached,” he mutters, taking your bottom lip between his teeth.