pairing: professor!johnny storm x college student!reader
summary: summary wasn’t too joyful for Johnny or y/n. they both misunderstood each other and kept their distance. once they finally saw each other in person due to Johnny’s stalking, they finally spoke about it — Well, not quite. Johnny’s mouth was pretty busy.
note: if you’d like to read the part one to this, here it is — now, who wants a part three?
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It has been a month since the incident with Johnny, y/n’s professor, yet she cannot get what happened that night out of her head. Y/n tried telling herself how unprofessional they were in that janitor's closet.
After Johnny fucked into y/n’s mouth for what felt like hours, he came down her throat, pulled her up to her feet then smashed his lips onto hers, tasting how good she tasted with himself inside of her mouth.
Y/n hadn’t seen Johnny since, and that broke her. She has fully convinced herself that he used her. Why wouldn’t he? She was young and pretty. Of course, he’d use that for pleasure.
Y/n really thought the way he kissed her in that closet was it. She thought they’d be together forever, but the next day, when she went to his office for college questions, she found out he had already left campus early.
All summer she had been thinking about him, and now she’s finally moved back on campus into one of the university's apartment complexes. She hoped and prayed Johnny wouldn’t be her teacher at all this semester. She wouldn’t be able to take it. All she’d do is cry and feel disgusted for letting her lust give in that night.
While y/n swore up and down that Johnny used her, Johnny swore up and down that she hated him after what they did that night. Y/n is just too nervous and shy of a person to know if you’re making her uncomfortable or not, so they distanced themselves in fear that she hated what happened between them two.
He wanted to reach out. Almost every day, he’d think about it, but never did. Now he’s stressed, lying in his best and thinking about what he should do after his class with her. Should he speak to her in person, or should he just message her?
Johnny thought to himself for the longest before he pulled out his phone and decided to stalk y/n’s Instagram on a fake account he had downloaded sometime during summer break to keep up with her.
As soon as he clicked her story, his eyes widened. She was out at a club. He swears she never goes to clubs. At least from what he knows.
Without thinking, Johnny got dressed and made his way wherever y/n was for the night. He knew it was the first week of college, and many young men would be out. The thought of y/n finding someone before classes started made his blood boil.
Johnny had been watching y/n for a good couple of hours. She danced with her friends and accepted several drinks for several men. Johnny wanted to pull y/n aside and ask what she, his student, was doing, but that would look odd in public, so he just watched from a distance.
Johnny hadn’t seen y/n in person in months, so watching her just across the room from him felt like a wish come true. She looked pretty as always, and that dress she had on… God, he just knew he wouldn’t be able to keep himself together if she wore that in class.
Another hour had passed, and now y/n was on her way out of the club. She had said her goodbyes to her friends and told them she’ll take an Uber share back to her apartment. That instantly triggered Johnny.
He understood Uber share was to save up money, but that would mean she’d be in a car with a random person. That wasn’t smart. She was definitely a bit too tipsy to process her thoughts.
Johnny, on the other hand, thought quickly and got into an Uber that was already outside the club. “Hey, cancel whatever ride you have and accept hers right there. Hurry before someone else accepts,” Johnny tried pressuring the Uber driver.
“I’ll lose money, dude,” the man replied, making y/n roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket for money. “Here — $400,” Johnny said, knowing this would get him to accept. Johnny had the money. Now all he needed was y/n.
“Alright, just keep this window between us closed. I don’t feel like hearing you guys hit it off back there,” the man sighed before closing the door class which now would prevent him from hearing anything happening in the back seat.
“Sorry for taking so long,” y/n said as he got into the car. Right as he was about to put her seatbelt on, she noticed who her car share was. “M-Mrs. Storm?” y/n stuttered, hoping she didn’t sound to shocked, but her face said everything.
“C’mon, I thought I told you Johnny was enough,” Johnny smiled with his body already shifted towards y/n. “W-What are you doing here?” Y/n asked as she felt the car moving, now realizing it was too late to get out, or she wanted to.
Y/n didn’t think about leaving the car because she felt uncomfortable around Johnny. She wanted to leave because she hadn’t seen him in so long and didn’t know how to act. The last time she saw him, his cock in her mouth…
“Doesn’t matter, but what are you doing here?” Johnny asked as his eyes scanned y/n’s body. The light shining on her thighs and legs made her look heavenly, and that face… God, her face looked too perfect. He wanted to ruin it. Again.
“Parting,” y/n said, now getting comfortable and slowly calming down. She quickly caught on to Johnny being upset at her for going out. Why would he be? He’s the one that made the first move, then disappeared.
“With who, may I ask?” Johnny said, not catching on to her attitude yet. “Friends,” she said plainly and short. “What’s with the attitude?” Johnny asked, now seeing the way she turned away from him and spoke. He’s never seen her like this.
“Nothing, I’m just confused about how you’re in my shared Uber, but I didn’t see you in the club.” y/n had never spoken to someone like this. She almost felt bad, but that unsettling summer stayed stuck in her head to remind her of what he had her go through.
“It’s a club, y/n — You’re not gonna see everyone in there, and c’mon- Look at me,” Johnny tried softly turning her face with a hand, but she didn’t budge. “I’m good, Mr. Storm,” y/n said before leaning over to turn up the music in their back seat since the car had the controls for it.
“Y/n, don’t, okay? I really don’t feel like dealing with this. It’s been months. Let’s just relax and update each other-“
“Update each other about what!? About how you-you had me go done on you, wrap my mouth on your cock, and take you for the rest of the meeting I left, made out with me, then-then just leave!? Are you fucking serious!” Y/n turned towards the man, slightly leaning into him in anger.
“Hey- Hey! Don’t do that to me, okay!?” Johnny said as he grabbed y/n’s upper arm. “Get off of me, Johnny,” y/n said through her teeth, eyes looking directly into his, and fists tightened. Johnny laughed. His grip was still tight, but he laughed.
Y/n was confused, then quickly turned uneasy once he stopped laughing. He was even making eye contact with her. He was just looking down and thinking about his beach move.
“John-“ y/n went to speak, but the man cut her off by grabbing her neck and forcing her to lie down across the back seats. Now Johnny was over her, eyes still blue, but skin hot from how angry he was. It’s been a month since they’ve seen each other, and the first thing he gives her is attention? No. He didn’t like that.
“I’ve been telling myself that you were an innocent soul, and maybe I should’ve taken it easy on you. I feel bad. I felt like you may have thought I used you, so I kept my distance, but now — Now I see that I should’ve continued,”
Johnny’s free hand began to travel up and down y/n’s body, going from skin to clothing, then back. “Just a damn act, isn’t it? Or maybe you are a sweet thing, but just can’t help getting an attitude when you don’t get what you want.”
Johnny read y/n like a book. She hated how he didn’t continue what he started. She has the right to be upset, but maybe she should’ve properly voiced her feelings. Maybe then she wouldn’t be pinned down in the back of an Uber as his crotch rubbed up against her clothed heat.
“Get off of me, Johnny — Y-You can’t have me again,” y/n said, hand wrapping around his wrist as the other pushed at his lower stomach. She would be lying if she said her heart wasn’t throbbing. She wanted him so bad, but she couldn’t give in so fast.
“I already had you,” Johnny said as he ripped y/n’s panties off with his free hand. “And, I’m going to have you again,” Johnny promised, now leaning down to y/n’s lower body. His hands rested on her waist, getting ready to grip down so that y/n couldn’t get away from his face.
Right as Johnny’s mouth latched onto y/n’s bud, she began to cry out in pleasure. She kicked and tried wiggling away, but Johnny wouldn’t budge. He already couldn’t get enough of her taste. She tasted amazing.
“You’re just full of surprises, huh? Hiding that taste from me, and thinking I wouldn’t be stuck after? — Fuck, I’m gonna need you every day, do you understand me?”
Y/n couldn’t respond. She was too busy moaning. The way he ate her out felt too good. He was messy and wet with everything. He used his whole face. He wanted to smell like her.
“Answer me, y/n — I need to hear it,” Johnny said, slightly begging to hear her, but y/n still stayed silent. Why did he want to hear her so bad? A small part of her kind of likes it… It’s almost like he needed her. He does need her.
“Please — You taste so good,” Johnny said before he continued slurping on y/n’s cunt, feeling her puff up as every second goes by. “O-Okay,” y/n stuttered, not knowing what to say. “More, y/n- Just give it to me,”
“This feels so good, I-I want it every day,” y/n admitted, making Johnny moan into her heart. “Yes, yes, baby, keep going,” Johnny begged. “I-I want more — I want so much more,” y/n cried out, head thrown back as her hands felt through the older man’s hair.
“Oh, yeah? Want me to use my fingers? Make you cum all over my face, baby?” Johnny asked, but before y/n could answer, he slowly stuck two fingers inside of her hole, curling and moving all inside of her.
“F-Fuck,” y/n cursed, voice in a high pitch as a knot began to build on her stomach. “Yeah — The driver is going to be pissed,” Johnny chuckled as he continued to finger fuck y/n, watching how much she struggled to keep herself together. Her efforts were pointless as she soon exploded.
“C-Cumming,” y/n shook and cried as her legs locked up. Johnny moved forward, slurping everything he could as his tongue flicked. The sensation she felt was unbelievable. He was perfect.
nsfw warning no dick this time but we gotta diversify a little!!!
You wield the pink vibrator in your hand. You don't quite press it up to Nat's clit nor turn it on. It only grazes over her sensitive nub.
Nat gulps and watches with anticipation, swallowing her moans that beg to be freed. She nervously picks at her fingernails, waiting for when you'll firmly push the vibrator on her clit and turn it on a medium setting.
Natalie knows that for you, the teasing is often more amusing than the actual sex. Foreplay speaks more to Nat's patience. You love seeing her cling onto the tiniest shred of restraint she has left.
"Baby," Natalie murmurs. "Are you gonna-"
"Don't ask me about what I'm gonna do, Natty," you reply. "Just sit still while I decide what I'm gonna do with you."
"I-I've been pretty good lately," Natalie reminds in a hushed tone.
"I know you have, baby girl. But you're supposed to be good. That doesn't guarantee that you'll cum today. You are doing what you're supposed to do."
Natalie gives you a sweet puppy stare. Her begging doesn't always consist of words. Sometimes, facial expressions provide more of a voice than any run-on sentences or claims could. Nat's eyes alone are proof that she has hope, hope that you won't deny her the pleasures every sub salivates over.
Her nerves don't override what she wants. She's anxious about having a strong device buzzing on her clit, eliciting so many loud moans out of her. But that doesn't mean she'd rather not have a vibrator attached to her swollen nub, stimulating her better than fingers ever could.
You lean down and get on your knees. You smother Nat's pale neck with open-mouthed kisses, leaving a drop of stringy saliva behind each one.
"Are you ready for me, Natty?" You question tenderly. "Do you think you can handle what I have prepared for you? My girl seems so nervous."
"I-I'm not that nervous," Natalie states. "I can take what you give me. I-I'm brave enough for it. Please don't underestimate me."
"You know I don't take kindly to people underestimating my precious girl," you reassure with a kiss to Natalie's ear. "I know you can handle much of what I throw at you. But it's a matter of whether you deserve it, whether you deserve cumming with a big vibrator massaging your reactive cunt."
Natalie's about to speak but then remembers that her recent acceptable behavior counts for nothing. She hasn't been terrific, hasn't been superb. She's been average, and while you commend her for being on her good behavior, it's not enough to grant her an orgasm as a reward. A buildup is missing. Is Natalie too tense, or does she require more teasing?
"Fuck," you moan, brushing an index finger over Natalie's quivering pussy. "Your hole flutters with one touch. Your pretty cunt wants my finger so bad, doesn't it, baby?"
Natalie nods obediently.
"But your pussy isn't getting my fingers today. No, no. If I decide to spoil you, your pussy is getting something my fingers can't compete with."
You give Natalie another kiss, this time right smack on her nose. Then, without further ado, you press the power button on the vibrator.
Natalie's toes instantly curl, and her legs tremble from the power of the vibrations. She fights the urge to close her legs on instinct, but you keep them spread with the help of your free hand.
Natalie's mewling, her clit throbbing as you circle the vibrator around her most responsive spot.
"Good girl," you praise continuously. "Good girl, Natty. Shhh, just like that. Let me use you."
Natalie whines louder, her cunt getting drenched from your praise alone. She blinks and tries wrapping her legs around your waist to pull you closer.
"I'm right here," you soothe. "I'm not going anywhere, Natty. "Just get used to my vibrator teasing that clit. It's okay. I'm not gonna leave."
"Please don't go," Natalie begs, flashing teary eyes as you increase the intensity of the buzzing. "Are you gonna let me cum? Please, need you so bad."
"Easy, easy. Relax, baby. You may not get to cum, but you're not gonna be alone. I'm still gonna be here guiding you."
As more high-pitched sobs leave Natalie's wet mouth, you leave a trail of kisses on her forehead.
"Just take it slow for me," you encourage in a whisper. "I'm holding you. You can take me, Natty. Just like a good girl should."
tbh I gotta see if my professor will even let me print any of these…but ironically I made one for like each age group (Adult, Teen, Kid) but that Jack one…just gonna see if I can make a few for fun (I kinda shot myself in the foot with how cutesy the red flagged men look in comparison to the ACTUAL character from a Kid’s game 😭 vs THE MOON….I MADE THESE WITHIN THE SAME FEW HOURS WHAT HAPPENED—) I really wanted to just…reuse my old ones but noooo I have to make new ones >:T How troublesome and tedious this has become!
Also btw I know Dyle comes from a kid’s game but I will block any minor that interacts with my post!!! I cannot stress this enough!!!
Oh I also considered Shaun buuuut I wasn’t vibing with the placement 😔
Tickle Headcannons for Kpop Demon Hunters because it's invading my brain
Rumi: Ler leaning. She dishes out mean teases and loves getting into tickle fights. She doesn't like intense tickles on herself, but little ones that force her to smile are the best
Mira: 99% evil ler, 1% starving lee. She rarely gets in a lee mood, but when she does, she's an absolute brat. Loves testing limits and seeing how badly she can fluster someone (especially with nails).
Zoey: 50/50. Very playful no matter what side she's on and always has clever or silly things to say. She loves provoking and being provoked.
Bobby: Very lee and soft. If he is the ler, he'd be the kind to take it slow and ask every 2 seconds if his lee is okay or wants something else.
Jinu: Ler leaning. He's a huge tease and jokester (but he also loves the hot/intimate tickles too) He enjoys being tickled too, but teases just make him annoyed.
Baby: Very lee. And he loves bratting and having his boundaries pushed to see how much he can take. You'd be surprised at what a masochist is hiding behind that cute face. He's not scared to tickle other people too, but mostly just to provoke them.
Abby: Flustered ler. Flustered lee. He just can't win. All those muscles and he can’t even handle anything tickle related.
Mystery: He can literally choose when he's ticklish or not like a mental switch. He likes messing with people who try tickling him with that. He never laughs. Or talks. So you never know how bad you're getting him...or what attacks he has planned.
Romance: 50/50 Switch. Intimate tickles fluster him too bad, but he loves playful teases. Even if it's platonic, he'll always make it sound flirty for fun.
