Ladies and Gentlemen i present to you John Carpenter’s The Thing, as performed by the claymated, Antarctic cast of the hit children’s animation Pingu. Directed by Lee Hardcastle, in under 3 minutes. Noot, Noot.
Description: While analyzing space plants in Sue’s lab, you get infected with sex pollen. Johnny, hotshot, flirty as hell, and definitely not yours (yet) starts looking a little too good in those tight pants. You try to fight it, until you find yourself begging him to save you.
Tags/warnings: no movie spoilers. fem!reader, sex pollen, smut, johnny loves to flirt and tease, long buildup, yearning, tension, hands kink, begging, praising, fingering, oral fem rec, piv, multiple rounds.
Note: It’s getting hot in here or is it just me? 🙂↕️ I couldn’t help myself, needed to make another one of these with my man Johnny🔥 also I know this is very long but this is porn with juicy plot lmao, enjoy 🫶🏼
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Working at the Baxter Tower had always been the dream. Years of research in botanical science had finally paid off when Sue Storm called, inviting you to study alien plant specimens from their latest space mission. It was everything you’d ever wanted.
And of course, becoming friends with her after months of working together came with many open doors, and benefits. And one of them was her brother.
Johnny Storm.
Blonde, charming to the core, unfairly handsome, way smarter than he let on. Quite the hotshot. Literally. And infuriatingly interested in you the moment you stepped into the building.
Sue said he hadn’t set foot near her lab in months. Now he dropped by almost daily with flimsy excuses, snacks, oxygen checks, dumb questions about leaf colors, all paired with a flirty comment and that unfairly pretty smile.
You rolled your eyes. Every time.
You also got flustered. Every time.
And he noticed. Every time.
And as much as you tried to convince yourself not to fall for his charm, it was practically impossible when he showed up in the middle of the day with some chips and those pretty blue eyes, saying something about how your lab coat fit you particularly nicely that day. You swore you weren’t falling for it. Not for him. Because he flirted with everyone. That’s who he was.
Still, that didn’t stop your heart from skipping whenever he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
Thankfully, he wasn’t around this time, so you could totally focus on your work with Sue.
"Okay! batch 5FA's tests are catalogued and processed, programming a check in tomorrow. Let's go with batch 5FB," Sue announced, storing the studied samples inside an isolated chamber.
"Batch 5FB is here. Thank you HERBIE," you smiled as the adorable robot placed a glass box with a metal base on the counter in front of you.
You were running a second round of tests on previously labeled specimens, checking for possible medicinal uses. You pressed the button on the base and the glass dome lifted in a soft hiss, releasing a small cloud of white fog from the chamber's interior.
Sue turned her attention to her tablet, scrolling through the database for any notes on these samples. But before she could find any, all the lights went out. All systems stopped working, including the heating.
"Not again," she groaned, setting the tablet down and standing up to head out, no doubt to scold her husband for running experiments during your lab hours.
She stormed off the room, using a soft glow of energy to guide her, leaving you alone in the dark.
Now where was Johnny Storm when you needed him?
If he weren't outside, probably absorbing flames from a burning building, you were sure he'd already be here. Flaming on with that smug smirk before Sue could even reach Reed's lab.
Maybe it was your imagination, but moments like this always felt colder when the golden sun who made it his mission to orbit you... wasn't there.
You lifted your arm to check the watch device on your wrist, one that Johnny had insisted you got 'in case of an emergency', but he just wanted you to have it to continue flirting with you when he wasn't around in the lab. This time being no exception, there was a message from him.
🔥: Will bring some snacks later, I’m sure you look delightful as always. Don’t miss me too much ;)
You rolled your eyes and shook your head amused, locking the watch before you got too caught up staring at the contact photo, set by him, obviously, when he prepared the device for you.
The lights suddenly flickered back on, and the heat kicked back in. Sue re entered the lab, looking proud of herself.
"The next time that happens, he's never hearing the end of it," she muttered, rolling her eyes with a smirk as she made her way back and you chuckled. "Now, shall we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the samples.
"I have a feeling this is a promising batch," you joked, eyeing the boring looking plants.
First mistake of the day.
You both got to work, moving in sync through the usual process. It was routine, nothing outside the ordinary, but for some reason ... you began feeling uneasy.
It started with your fingers, a soft, harmless tingle spreading up. You frowned, brushing the sudden sheen of sweat from your forehead with your sleeve.
Was the heating overcompensating? You could swear the room was warmer.
Before you could say anything to Sue, who was still calmly swabbing samples, a familiar scent hit you, making you freeze in place.
First, something intoxicatingly warm and smoky. Then, a devastatingly familiar cologne you knew too well who it belonged to.
Johnny?
Your head snapped around, expecting him to be standing right behind you. That would certainly explain the sudden heat increase, the scent. His scent.
But there was no one there.
"What the hell," you whispered, scanning the lab for any sign of him. Maybe it was another one of his dumb pranks?
Your heart skipped a beat, then started pounding. You turned around fully this time, eyes searching frantically across the room for a possible fire you could be missing.
The smell of smoke was too strong, so much that the air felt heavier. Johnny's crazy theory about the plants affecting the room's oxygen suddenly didn't feel so dumb anymore.
Oh, Johnny.
Those blue eyes. That stupid grin. Those hands. Those tight pants outlining his– wait.
What the actual hell was that thought?
And worse, why did it help?
You didn't get the chance to question your thoughts any further, because the door hissed open, and he walked in. Casual as ever, carrying two drinks and a bag of chips.
"Snack delivery," Johnny called out with a smile, tossing you a wink before turning his attention to HERBIE at the entrance. "Hey, little guy. Miss me?"
He placed the things on a counter next to the door, and crouched down beside the robot, scratching the top of the metal head affectionately. You heard Sue sighing annoyed beside you, but your complete focus was on him.
Because now you were watching him laugh, his eyes crinkling, his forearms flexing as he leaned casually on his knees, and you weren't just staring, you were obsessing. The way his fingers traced little circles into HERBIE's side. A deep red jacket hugging his frame. The outline of his toned chest under that fitted t-shirt. The way his jeans fit when he crouched like that.
Jesus Christ.
You blinked hard, turning away so fast you nearly knocked over a tray of samples.
What the hell was going on?
You weren't even looking at him anymore and still, you could feel him. Smell it. The smoke, and something warm and sweet and masculine. Something him. Stronger now, like it was clinging to the inside of your lungs. You inhaled slowly, carefully, biting your lips to keep a whine from coming out.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stand stretching lazily, arms overhead, shirt riding up just a little too far. You stared at the plant in your hand like it was the most fascinating thing you'd ever seen, praying Sue wouldn't turn around and notice your soul leaving your body.
"I was right, you look absolutely delightful today," Johnny said casually, leaning over the counter by the door.
You dropped the sample.
Sue did turn around this time, raising an eyebrow as you fumbled to grab it. You knew he flirted like breathing, you got used to it. But not now. Not when this indescribable heat was pooling between your thighs.
"Thanks," you muttered, not trusting yourself to look at him. Because if you did, if you dared, you were about one compliment away from grabbing him by the collar and climbing him like a tree.
And apparently, your body agreed. You squeezed your thighs together, pulse hammering in your ears, because why did that compliment feel like he'd whispered it right against your skin?
"Here you go," his voice startled you when he appeared next to you, placing a can of soda and a bag of chips on the table.
And then he had the audacity to lean on the counter, tapping his long fingers rhythmically on some equipment as he peeked over your work.
It shouldn't be that hot. It's just fingers. It's just tapping.
But god, those hands...
"Did you–did you wear more cologne today?" you asked before you could stop yourself.
Dammit.
Johnny straightened up in his spot, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Actually no, I forgot it today," he said, then tilted his head with a smirk. "Why? Do I smell nice?"
"No–I mean, you don't smell bad. Or good. It's just... nothing," you shut yourself up before you could continue rambling.
"Uh-huh. You okay, doc?" he asked, a smirk on his face as he innocently chewed on a chip. "You look kind of sweaty."
You turned around halfway to the opposite side, facing Sue instead. Safety zone. Sue was safe. Science. Plants.
But even she was watching you with narrowed eyes now. Like she knew. Like she sensed the shift in the air, the pheromones steaming from your body.
"You're flushed," Sue said, leaning closer with a concerned frown. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine," you blurted. "Totally fine. Just warm. The heating came back on really strong, right?"
"You can always take off that pretty lab coat, let us see that cute skirt of yours."
Fuck.
You were going to kill him. Or jump his bones. Or both. You turned your attention back to the plants, and you could feel both siblings' eyes drilling on the sides of your head.
"Don't look at me right now," you whispered, more to Johnny than Sue. "It's distracting, seriously. Don't–"
"Wait–am I making you nervous?" he teased, squinting playfully. "You usually want to kick me out, what's up with you?"
"Nothing. Leave."
"Oh, now you want me out? You're being weird today."
"You're weird every day," you snapped.
He didn't seem to be bothered by your attitude, if anything it made him want to try harder to see how much he could get on your nerves. Satisfied with your flustered reaction, he decided to walk across the lab to grab something from the spot he'd initially been in, but thankfully, got distracted by the robot again.
Sue narrowed her eyes at you the whole time, before turning back to her tablet. "I'm pulling the preliminary scans. Something feels off."
Something was definitely off. You were practically vibrating. If Johnny got any closer again you were not going to be responsible for your actions.
You forced yourself to focus on breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Ignore Johnny's stupid laugh and his stupid biceps as he played with herbie in the background.
"Oh no," Sue gasped, staring at her tablet, and your stomach dropped.
"What?" you whispered, trying to keep Johnny oblivious to it, stepping toward her. "What oh no?"
She turned the tablet just enough for you to read the highlighted results from batch 5B.
Pheromone compound found. Induces increased arousal in subjects, mental fixation on known desires, and irrational impulses toward selected partners. Triggered by sudden light and temperature changes. Potentially dangerous if not treated.
You blinked once. Then again.
"Did I just get hit with sex pollen?!" You whisper shouted. Sue just nodded, feeling sorry for you, at least her modified DNA kept her safe from it.
Suddenly it all made sense.
The heat. The way your skin was buzzing. The uncomfortable pressure building low in your stomach. And God help you, the way your brain couldn't stop fixating on Johnny Storm.
"What's with the whispering? Are you talking about me?" behind you, Johnny shouted from his spot, and you could hear the grin in his voice.
"Don't come over here!" You turned and pointed at him in panic. "We're ... working."
He raised both hands, amused and quite confused. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted the sour cream chips too–"
"Do not say cream right now!" you snapped, turning back to Sue like she was your lifeline. "Sue, get him out of here. Now."
"Why?"
"Because he's annoying, and I can't deal with that right now," you lied, straight in her face, because the reason you needed him gone was if he said one more thing about your skirt ...
"Right, okay." She nodded. After all, this wasn't the first time she needed to kick out Johnny for both of your sake's.
She stormed toward the other end of the lab, clapping her hands. "Johnny. Out. Now."
"What? Why?" he blinked, feigning hurt. "I was just ... HERBIE and I were having a bonding moment–"
"Out. We need to work in peace." She pointed to the door, glaring at him.
He raised his hands in surrender, but that smug grin never left his face.
"Alright, alright, I'm going, damn. Don't miss me too much." He winked as he walked backwards out the door. "But if you do, you know where to find–"
The door hissed shut on his face. You groaned, leaning against the counter.
"Sex pollen lasts around twelve hours. At least, as far as I know. But if it doesn't get solved, what happens?"
"Well..." she hesitated.
"Sue?"
"Your nervous system could crash. You're not just... horny, you're chemically overwhelmed. Your dopamine's probably through the roof. If it gets worse, you could faint. Or ...worse."
"Worse? Oh my god," you gulped. "So I just ... die?”
"It will only feel like that."
"Only? Oh my God. Oh my God."
"Don't panic!"
"Don't tell me not to panic!"
"Okay, okay, sorry," she apologized, scrolling through the information again. "Listen, the data says it gives you fixation on selected partners, so that's probably who you're being drawn to right now. You could get them to, you know ...help you."
You froze. No. It can't be happening. Not like this.
"You do have someone in mind, right?" She glanced up from her tablet, questioning.
You didn't answer. Her eyes narrowed.
"Wait ... who is it?"
No answer, again. But Sue Storm didn't need you to say it. All she had to do was study your state. Dilated pupils, the slight tremble of your hands, not being able to stay still. And the way all of that seemed to have gotten worse when her brother walked in the room.
Her jaw dropped with realization. "No," she said horrified, gaze drifting to the door.
"Yes," you whispered, mortified, hands covering your face from embarrassment. "It's not my fault! Everything he does makes me wanna–"
"Ew! Stop–stop talking!" She made a gagging motion. "Gross, that's my baby brother!"
"I know! Do you think I wanted this?" You groaned into your hands, and she sighed dramatically.
"I'm going to find Reed, he might be able to create a suppressant or something. But listen to me, this stuff can escalate fast, especially if you don't get any release. So maybe just... maybe just call him, okay?"
"What?" You stared at her in horror.
"Only if it gets worse! I'm not saying do anything, don't tell me if you do ... actually I don't want to know anything about it ever," she scowled, walking backwards to the door, making HERBIE follow her.
"Sue–"
"Bye! Good luck! Don't die!" And with a last apologetic smile, she was gone.
You were so fucked.
Not literally, unfortunately.
There was no one here to stop you from spiraling now. No one to distract you. Just the echo of Johnny's stupid laugh in your head and the phantom trace of his hand all over the lab's equipment.
You've been around him all week. He was always touching things, sometimes just to piss Sue off. Flicking paperclips while saying you looked pretty. Tapping those fingers of his on every damn surface before someone kicked him out.
Why were you so fixated on his hands?
"Known desires." Pft. As if. You groaned softly, pressing your thighs together like that was going to help.
It didn't.
"You've gotta be kidding me," you whispered to the empty lab, remembering what Sue told you about calling ... him.
Don't you dare. It's just fake heat. He's not yours. You can't call him because you're desperate.
You sat on the edge of your stool and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to stay grounded. Trying to breathe. Constantly shifting your hips against the leather in hopes of relief. It didn't help. Nothing helped.
Your body was screaming for him. Only for him.
Maybe you could relieve yourself.
First, you decided to get rid of your lab coat. Then, taking a deep breath, you slipped your free hand under the waistband of the skirt, gasping when your shaky fingers fumbled against your dripping folds. You gripped the table harder, nails hurting against the hard countertop, as the fingers inside you moved erratically.
Maybe if you just pretended it was him ...
He was all you could think about after all. The way his voice went lower when he said your name, the restraint he showed around you keeping his hands to himself, or the times he watched you from the corner of the lab, sat on a stool, legs spread wide in those unfairly tight pants waiting for you to sit on them.
Oh, Johnny.
What would you do to have him ask 'Where does it hurt?' and then kiss it better. To have him all over you. Touching you. Whispering something hot and stupid while his mouth kissed down your stomach. The way his hands would feel, how his warm grip would hold your thighs open and–
No.
Fantasies weren't enough. Your fingers weren't enough. It was getting worse, actually, the tension building up in your body made it more painful.
"Come on, this is not happening," you yanked your hand back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat. "I'm not gonna sit here and finger myself over Johnny Storm like a lunatic."
You covered your face with both hands, groaning. You were dripping. Actually dripping. And no matter what you tried, it just made you want him more.
Twelve hours. You had twelve hours of this.
Unless ...
No.
The moment you saw him again you'd explode from shame and arousal at the same time.
You inevitably glanced over the watch on your wrist. The one Johnny himself synced to his, so you could instantly patch through no matter where he was in the world.
But right now, your salvation was probably no further than three floors down.
You knew he would come the second you called. God, he'd come running. He'd probably make a joke out of it. ‘What, you miss me that bad?’ and then he'd see it in your face.
The need. The desperation. The lack of self control.
And maybe, just maybe ... he'd understand.
"Please... I don't know what else to do, " your hesitant finger slowly reached the small screen, and hovered over Johnny Storm's name.
His contact picture made you press it instantly.
The device beeped only once, and then his voice came through.
"Miss me already?" His voice was light, amused. "Or did Sue set the lab on fire? ... see this is why I should always be there."
Your whole body twitched, relief and panic crashed over you in one brutal wave. He was joking. Of course he was. You could picture the smile in his voice, that stupid glint in his eyes.
It calmed you, only for a second. Like his voice was water in the middle of a dessert.
"Johnny... I need you here. Right now," you blurted, trying your best not to sound like you were dying.
He paused for a moment, and then his heavy footsteps echoed through the call.
"I'm coming," he said immediately, no hesitation, no further questions asked. The comm went silent.
Okay now what? There's no turning back, he's gonna be here. He's actually gonna be here.
You began pacing again. You couldn't think straight, and the heat was getting worse. Because now your brain painted images of him.
Johnny storming into the lab, hair tousled from how fast he walked there, with that smug smile and probably a damn stupid comment.
And you'll have to look him in the eye and tell him why you called. Tell him you were burning. That nothing helped. That you needed him or you would die.
How the fuck do you say that out loud?
'Hi Johnny, so I inhaled a plant's weird space pollen and now I'm gonna lose my mind if you don't rail me on this table?'
You shook your head. Forced yourself to straighten up. Smoothed your skirt, your blouse. Fingers shaking through your hair. If you could just act normal, or look normal, maybe you could buy time. Maybe Sue would come back before anything happened.
Maybe you wouldn't fall apart the second he looked at you.
But before you could control your breathing, the door slid open. And in walked Johnny, with that maddening, stupidly beautiful smirk already on his face.
"Well, well, well," he drawled, stepping inside. "Locked up alone in the lab, calling me back here in a hushed voice... you naughty thing. Couldn't even last an hour without me?"
You didn't move, taking in how much stronger his scent was now. He tilted his head at you, mischief lighting up his eyes as he strutted forward.
"So what, you finally decided I was irresistible? Wanted a private show?" He wiggled his fingers, letting small flames come to life. "Because I do take requests, you know. Fireman, sexy lab assistant–"
"Johnny," you snapped, voice cracking.
Something shifted in your posture then, like all the heat finally caught up with you. You backed away, pressing your hands flat against the cold edge of the counter like it could anchor you. Your breathing got more erratic, and your knees actually buckled before you forced yourself upright again.
Johnny's playful expression changed.
"Hey, hey–" he instantly crossed the space between you, reaching out to hold you but stopped when you flinched away from him. "What's wrong? What happened?"
You shook your head, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Just a helpless sound, a frustrated whimper. Johnny took a cautious step closer, still without touching you.
"Are you hurt, sweetheart?" His voice softened, laced with worry.
Sweetheart?
Your ovaries screamed.
"Johnny, something is wrong ... really wrong with me," you whispered, finally turning to look at him with glassy eyes.
He frowned, worried. His gaze scanned you, the way you could barely hold yourself upright but refused to let him hold you. So his eyes drifted to the table to find a possible reason, landing on the lit tablet, the screen still displaying the information.
"Johnny wait–"
Before you could stop him, he picked it up and scrolled through the content, eyes going wide. He paused, stared and read the entry again. And again. His mouth opened, trying to get a joke out of it, but the shock wouldn't let him.
"...it's pollen," he finally said, voice cracking like a boy hitting puberty again. "Sex pollen? You got hit with horny powder."
"Don't call it that," you groaned, covering your face with your hands from embarrassment.
Johnny looked down at your flushed skin, the sweat glistening on your collarbone, the way you couldn't even stand still anymore, and all of it clicked.
Holy shit. It was fucking sex pollen. He'd read about it before, but never thought he would have it in front of him.
That you would have it in front of him.
"Wait," he blurted, staring back at the tablet. "Wait wait wait–"
You peeked through your fingers, just in time to see him re reading the entry. His eyes went wide, in a mixture of surprise and something else.
"Known desires... selected partners," he mumbled the words, and then, he looked up at you with impossibly hopeful eyes and a grin on his face, “Me?"
You didn't answer him right away, you couldn't. You were sure this was the moment you fainted.
"I didn't know what to do," you whispered. "Sue left and I ... God, Johnny, I tried to fight it, I swear. But I couldn't think, and you were the only one I–"
"Hey," Johnny cut you softly, slowly closing the distance, your bodies barely grazing together. "Look at me."
You didn't.
"Come on," he coaxed, just a little softer. "You're okay. I got you."
Your eyes lifted to his, and the heat behind them made your stomach twist. He wasn't smirking anymore. No teasing, just him, very aware of what he was causing on you.
You hated that it only made things worse.
"I didn't know what to do," you whispered. "I can't think. I can't breathe."
He stared at you for a moment, hesitanting.
"What do you need me to do?" he asked, genuinely. His hands were still on his sides.
"God, I don't even know what I need," You let out a shaky laugh, half delirious, half desperate.
"Sure you do," he said quietly, like it was the easiest answer in the world. "You called me."
Your mouth parted, but no sound came out. So you nodded, because you did.
And then, just like that, his hand finally reached to your waist. Just his warm hand, barely even getting there, but your body snapped like he just sent electricity through your whole body.
You gasped, stumbling back, nearly knocking over the stool. Johnny quickly steadied you with both hands now, eyes wide.
"Okay, okay–that sensitive?" he chuckled breathlessly, still unable to wrap his head around what was happening. "Not that I'm complaining, but usually when I flirt with you, you roll your eyes and then you kick me out."
But you weren't rolling your eyes now. Not yet, at least.
"Yeah I'm just ..." you mumbled, breathless. Skin burning with the feeling of his hands on your waist, warm even through your clothes, staring up at him like he hung the stars. "I feel like I'm burning alive and you're the only one who can put it out."
For the first time in his life, Johnny didn't know what to say back.
It's not like his fantasy of having you spread over the lab counter was starting to become a reality. Only if you said it. If you wanted him to.
God, if you really asked him he would please you in any way possible.
"Johnny..." you whined to get his attention. Your pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering, eyes glassy with unshed tears you couldn't stop at this point. "It hurts, do–do something ... anything."
"Hey, hey, it's okay. I said I got you–"
His hands cupped your face, impossibly warm even against your already overheated skin. You leaned into them like you needed it, like you've been starved of touch for hours.
His touch.
And you stared at him, he was beautiful and hot and close, and your whole body leaned forward like a magnet. And all you could see was him. The concern in his eyes. The way his thumbs traced your cheekbones so gently. The way he was so close and still not close enough.
You reached out with shaking fingers and grabbed the collar of his jacket, yanking him toward you until your chests collided, until all you could feel was his toned body on yours.
He stumbled forward, instinctively wrapping his arms around your back, pressing you tighter to him.
"...You're serious," he whispered, lost in the way you seemed to be devouring him with your eyes. "You're really not okay."
You nodded, fists clenching in his jacket.
And without even thinking about it, you rubbed against him. Your body moved slowly, needy. Instinctively.
It was just a subtle graze, your hips grinding against his body for friction, for anything. And for the first time in the day you felt some kind of relief.
"Shit, love," he cursed under his breath, almost groaning.
You made a soft, broken sound in your throat at the friction, at the way his thigh brushed yours, at the warmth of his skin through his clothes, at the scent of him everywhere.
Johnny choked on his own breath. He tightened his grip for a moment, just enough to keep you from moving further. You whined, at this point completely lost in the haze, but he kept you firmly in place.
"Sweetheart..." he started softly. "If we do this–if you really want this, I'm not walking away from you afterwards. I'm not pretending this didn't happen."
"Me neither," you answered, a little too rushed.
But you meant it. You were tired of pretending him strutting into the lab wasn't your favorite part of the day. Tired of pretending you didn't want him.
"Please Johnny," you begged, hands moving to play with his hair, "I want you. All of you, today and everyday."
He looked stunned for a second, that 'please' shattering every bit of restraint he had left . He'd been wanting you since day one.
"That's my girl," his hands cradled your face with such devastating tenderness, making you forget the chaos in your blood, the desperation clawing under your skin.
And then, in a sudden move, he spun you around, one arm wrapped around your waist as the other held the back of your head. He bent over your frame, tilting your body backwards, like being swept into a cliche movie kiss, and crashed his lips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as one of your feet left the ground, with your weight safe in his arms, and clenched your fists on his hair. He kissed you hungry, desperate, like this was the moment he'd been waiting his whole damn life for.
You clung to his body like oxygen, letting yourself get lost in the smoke, in the devastating warmth of his body, in the way his tongue dominated over yours. He groaned over your lips, like he could taste your urgency. Until none of you could breathe anymore.
"That's how you do a first kiss," he mumbled against your lips, breathless and still maddening cocky.
You pressed your forehead to his, panting, dizzy, holding on to him like he was the only thing keeping you alive.
"Now show me how you do me."
Yeah, you were going to be the death of Johnny Storm.
That was enough for him. He pulled you upright, spinning you to lift you over the counter. He kissed you again, rougher this time, and with one arm knocked over what was on the counter so you would have more space.
Metal tools clashed loudly against the floor, plant samples tilted over, dirt spilling on the ground, and something definitely shattered.
"Shit," he laughed into your lips. "Sue's gonna kill me."
"Don't care," you panted, tugging on his jacket so he could get rid of it.
"Eager, are we?" he smirked, but complied in taking it off, taking a step back to throw it across the room.
Your eyes raked through his body, biting your lip at the way that white shirt clung to this toned chest.
He placed himself between your legs again, palms laying on your skin, and started drumming his fingers absentmindedly. Like he didn't know exactly what he was doing to you. Like the casual tap of each warm fingertip against your thigh wasn't setting your whole body on fire.
Your breath shuddered watching his hands.
And he noticed. Of course he did, and his mouth curled into the softest, filthiest smile.
"Wait..." he said, mischief behind his eyes. "Hold on. Is it my hands? Is that what's doing it for you?
You swallowed hard, heart pumping in your chest. Your eyes darted to his fingers again, the ones teasing your skin a bit harder now. The ones you've thought about way too many times, in way too many ways.
His smirk grew when you didn't answer. He already knew.
Johnny's hand lifted behind your neck, coaxing your head back just enough so you were forced to meet his eyes, almost glowing golden fire with lust. The other trailed upward, knuckles brushing your chin before tracing the curve of your lips.
"Let me see that pretty mouth," he mumbled, and when your lips parted, he pushed two fingers inside, slow and steady.
You whimpered, eyes rolling back from tasting him. He just stared at you like he'd never seen anything hotter in his life.
"That's it... get them wet for you," Johnny breathed, thumb brushing your cheek as he watched you suck on them like a lifeline. "God, you're so hot."
He pulled his fingers free, glistening, and grinned like the absolute menace he was.
"Open your thighs for me."
You did, immediately, like your body belonged to ever command he made.
He slid his hand inside your skirt, the same one you just had in your mouth, reaching for your panties. You gasped when he finally touched you over the fabric, his fingers pressing between your legs, dragging slow and warm and perfect against your soaked underwear.
"Oh, fuck," he breathed. "Didn't even need it, you were already this wet for me, huh?"
You nodded, biting your lip. "I need you ... please,” the plea fell from your lips in a whisper. “Johnny … save me.”
Now he was staring at you like you hung the stars. Like having you wet, pleading, begging him to be your hero was a kink he never knew he had.
"Shit. Honey... I got you" he leaned in, like he couldn't get any closer. "I got you. I haven't even–fuck, I haven't even really started."
He slid your underwear aside and finally dipped his fingers into you, slow and gentle and so good you whimpered into his shoulder.
"There she is," he cooed. "God, you're so wet. So soft."
You clung to him, nails curling against the back of his neck. He groaned, obsessed with how desperate you were for him. You could barely breathe anymore, his slow pace was maddening, like he wanted to savor every reaction, every sound you made.
"So tight," he praised, kissing down your neck. "You feel so fucking good. You like that, baby?"
You moaned, a complete mess on top of that counter, and he grinned against your skin.
"Yeah you do. Look at you. Already a mess for me."
His other hand cradled your head again, keeping you close, anchoring you to him as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, curling just right, his thumb starting to circle your clit, It was too much. But not enough.
"You were thinking about this, weren't you?" he teased, hot breath against your neck. "You wanted my fingers in you. Couldn't stop thinking about it."
He was right. He knows he was right.
"Don't worry," he groaned, licking a slow stripe along your throat. "They're all yours."
Every filthy sound of his wet fingers inside you, every whimper you made went straight to his bloodstream.
You were praying his name, over and over, until you fell apart on his hand, moaning, gasping, shaking, he kissed you through it, humming against your lips.
"That's it. Just like that, pretty girl. I got you."
You were breathless, clinging to him, and he didn't stop curling his fingers to feel how your walls clenched around him. He held you there, watching you come undone with pure adoration in his eyes, his free hand cupping your cheek, pressing kisses to your temple, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. Because even after wrecking you he was devastatingly tender.
"God, I could watch you fall apart all night," he cursed, watching your chest raise violently at your first release of the night.
He watched stunned, it was like he was bringing you back to life.
And it felt like that.
Your body yearned for more, but before you could speak again, he pulled his fingers out, and brought two to his mouth, slow and deliberate, sucking your wetness off them like he'd been starving for it. He groaned, like you were the best thing he'd ever tasted.
Your mouth parted, speechless, his eyes locked on yours as he licked them clean, and then slid those same fingers back inside you.
You gasped, back arching as he pumped a few more times, watching your body clench around him. Like he wanted more. Like you were his favorite experiment now.
"Here, you can have some too," he smirked, pulling them out and slipping them into your open mouth.
You moaned around his fingers, lashes fluttering, and Johnny swore nothing had ever wrecked him more than the sight of you, on top the counter, flushed and trembling, eyes wide and glassy, staring at him while you tasted yourself off his fingers.
"So good, isn't it?" He pulled his fingers from your mouth, but let his thumb drag over your bottom lip, pressing it down to see the way your pretty mouth stayed open for him, spreading some of your own cum in your chin.
Not a single sane thought left in your head at this point. You needed him now more than ever.
"Johnny."
"Yes, babe?"
"Fuck me. Fuck me right now."
Something shifted behind his eyes. The smirk stayed, but there was a new weight to it now, dark, focused, possessive.
"You want me to save you, huh?" he asked softly. His hand trailed down from your lip, past your throat, down your covered chest, your breasts, until it pressed flat against your stomach.
He slid you closer to the edge of the counter with a grunt, and you gasped when you felt his bulge, hot and heavy, pressing against your core through his pants.
"You don't know how long I've wanted you like this," he breathed against your lips, dragging his mouth down to your neck, sucking a mark just beneath your ear. "All spread out for me."
"You can have me, you can have all of me.”
"Yeah?" His lips curled into a smile against your throat. "You want it slow, baby, or do you want it how you begged for it?"
"Please, Johnny ..."
"Oh, sweetheart." He leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and gleaming.. "You don't have to beg anymore."
He slid his shirt off with ease, showing off his chiseled golden body. His pants were next, hitting the floor in a quiet thud, and your shaky hands yanked his boxers down. His throbbing cock sprung up free, swollen, showing you how much your desperation had him painfully rock hard.
You had to fight every part of your being to not push him down and jump on his dick until you passed out from exhaustion. But before you could, he was already bunching up your skirt. You lifted your hips to slide it down, but he chuckled, pushing you down.
"No, no. The skirt stays on," he licked his lips. "Been dreaming about this for a while."
You gasped when he placed his tip on your entrance with one hand, giving it a few slaps like he was savoring every single second. And so were you.
He slid in slowly, inch by inch, mouth open against your shoulder, and he moaned. Johnny fucking Storm moaned. Because it was you. Because it was better than any dream he'd ever had. Better than he even imagined.
"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel so good–you're perfect, baby. You're perfect."
You cried out as he bottomed out, clinging to him, nails digging on his bare back, and he smiled, like he was trying to memorize every sound you made.
"That's it, let me hear you," he panted, slamming in so he could hear you yelp. "You sound so fucking good, baby. Look how you take me."
You buried your face in his neck, trembling as your legs lifted to wrap around his waist. To try and get him to go deeper.
"You've been driving me crazy for months," he grunted, slamming in again. "All those times you rolled your eyes at me? You have no idea what I was thinking."
It didn't take him longer to fuck into you, hard, immediately hitting that spot. You were already a moaning mess, fingers digging into his shoulders. With both hands he grabbed your blouse, and pulled to rip the fabric, snapping the buttons open. Next was your bra, like he finally decided he needed to see your boobs bouncing with every thrust.
"I've wanted you ... needed you" he breathed, diving in to get lost in your chest. "For so long..."
And he showed you how much. With the way he sucked your nipples. With the way his hips snapped forward to make you gasp. With the way his hands roamed all over your body. Or the way he groaned into your neck as he pushed himself balls deep into your soaked pussy.
"Fuck– Johnny," you panted, head dropping back, "you're so big ... feels so good."
"Yeah?" he smirked against your skin, "too much already?"
"Never," you shook your head. "Harder, Johnny. Fuck me harder."
Yeah, this was definitely better than any fantasy he's ever had.
He smiled, god he smiled. Looking devilishly sweet while wrecking your entire body. Completely undoing you.
He picked up the pace, driving into you just right, hands gripping your hips like he owned them. Every thrust knocked another moan from your lips, and every moan made him laugh softly, like he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be inside you like this.
Your breath started getting shorter, nails digging deeper into his skin, and he felt the way your body was crashing under him.
"C'mon, sweetheart, I got you. Let go for me. Let me feel you." He groaned, and that was it.
You fell apart in his arms for the second time with a cry, pulsing around him, and Johnny just lost it. He kissed you hard, hips stuttering as he came inside you with a low, broken groan. His cum filled you deep. So warm, warmer than anybody's ever was.
And it drove you insane.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body arching to meet his, and Johnny leaned back just enough to look at you, eyes scanning your flushed face, your swollen lips, the blissed out haze in your eyes.
"You're beautiful like this," he said, running his thumb softly over your skin. "You know that? Fucking stunning. Never letting you go."
Now it's you smiling, dazed, lost in his eyes as you tried to catch your breath.
"You're everything Johnny," you whispered, your hands cradling his face. "You're so good to me."
He smiled, then leaned forward, catching your lips in a soft kiss. Your mouths moved like they knew each other. Like they belonged. And god he was a good kisser, but the pollen in your body made you crave for more.
You didn't mean to lunge, really, but the next thing you knew was you surged forward. Caught off guard, he stumbled backwards, holding your waist, your body landing on top of him as his back touched the floor.
Johnny was still panting from his high, from the kiss, and now he was sprawled out on the floor, chest rising and falling in aftershocks when you climbed closed to his face.
He looked up at you, stunned for a second, then grinned.
"You're not done with me yet, huh?" he placed both hands behind his head, biceps flexing. "Okay, don't let me stop you."
You grinned, kissing down his jaw, over his throat, his collarbone, your hands dragging down his toned chest like you needed to feel every inch of him again. His skin hot, like always, matching the fire rolling under your skin now. Your hips rolled instinctively against his thigh and he groaned, head tipping back.
"Shit–" he hissed, eyes squeezing shut. "Baby, gimme a second to –"
"I can't," you pouted, breath hot against his skin. "It's still burning ... I need more of you, Johnny."
"Oh... well," he said, lips curling into a crooked smile, "when you put it like that–"
You kissed him before he could finish, grinding down against him with reckless need, and he groaned, his hands flying to your hips.
"Okay, okay, fuck–" he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as your body moved against his. "You're not just using me for my stamina, are you?"
"Maybe a little," you chucked against his mouth, and he laughed.
"Fair enough."
"It just ... it still hurts."
"I know," he muttered. "I know, sweetheart. Let me help, yeah?"
He propped himself up with his elbows, one hand on your back as he flipped you over and placed you gently on the floor.
"Let me take care of you, just relax for me," he whispered, pressing his hands to open your thighs again. "I wanna taste you first ... Gotta get my strength back somehow, right?"
He slid down your body slowly, kissing his way across your ribs, your hips, trailing open mouthed heat everywhere until his face was between your thighs. His hands cradled them, thumbs sweeping over your skin. He couldn't believe the way you whimpered when he was marking every inch of your skin.
"I know, sweetheart," he cooed, voice so soft, mouth ghosting over your skin. "I know you're sensitive. Just let me make it better."
He draped your legs over his shoulders like they belonged there, kissing up your inner thighs, tongue teasing so slowly you could cry. And when he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss right where you needed it...
You shattered again.
"Johnny–"
You arched into him and he groaned like he was the one coming apart.
"You taste so good, baby," he praised as he began licking loudly. "So sweet ... fuck– I've wanted this for so long..."
His tongue moved swiftly, unrelenting and deliberate, while his hands pinned your hips down. You were a writhing mess, overstimulated and dripping for him, but still moaned his name over and over.
It wasn't just pleasure, every brush of his tongue was relief. Like he was cooling the fever from the inside out.
"That's what you needed, huh? All worked up and no one to help you ... what kind of man would I be if I left my girl like that?"
‘My girl.’
His girl.
"Johnny ... Please don't stop."
"I won't," he promised, smiling against your wetness. "Not until you feel safe again."
And he meant it. His lips worked you open, his tongue tracing lazy circles and long, aching strokes until you were gasping and crying out, trembling so hard your vision blurred.
He moaned against you like he was addicted. His nose brushed your clit with every pass, and it was torture, sweet, unbearable, perfect torture.
Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer, desperate, and he loved it, humming low as he flicked his tongue faster, coaxing another release from you, watching you fall apart all over again.
He blinked up at you, dazed and stunned and so fucking gone for you. "You're gonna kill me," he said, completely in awe. "What did I do to deserve this?"
You, spread in front of him, barely able to breathe anymore.
Body still begging for more.
He was ready for another round in no time.
You weren't sure how many rounds you ended up doing. Or how many places you begged him to fuck you on. All you remembered was begging 'one more time', "please Johnny, another one", "Johnny just one more".
It was never 'just one more'. You completely drained him after many hours, until the itch was finally gone.
Not that Johnny ever complained. If anything, he had fulfilled all of his ‘known desires on his preferred partner’ too.
Thank god for sex pollen.
You weren't sure how long you were out, your body gave in before your brain could catch up. The ache between your legs was evident but warm, the weight of Johnny's love still lingering on your skin. You woke up slowly, your cheek resting against a very toned chest, the faint scent of sweat and smoke clinging to him like a memory.
The lab was dark, save for the soft flickering light pulsing from a single, familiar source.
Johnny.
He was still beneath you, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other lazily raised. At the tip of his finger, a small flame danced, gentle, hot, nothing like the infernos he usually conjured. Just enough to light his face in amber glow.
You blinked up at him.
He wasn't looking at you, not at first. Just drawing slow circles on your back with his thumb, eyes were distant. Thoughtful.
Then he felt you stir.
"Hey," he rasped, smiling down at you.
You swallowed hard, everything flooded back. The lab. The counter. The floor. The workbench. Your hands in his hair, your name on his tongue, the way he held you like you were made for him.
And now... this.
Quiet. Intimate. Real.
"Sorry," you whispered, still sprawled half on top of him. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."
He chuckled softly, his chest shaking under you.
"After everything that happened that's the last thing you should be apologizing for, sweetheart," he teased, lowering the flame a little. "Besides, it's not the worst way I've ever spent a night in the lab. I love having a very satisfied hot girl passed out on my chest."
You laughed softly, feeling that familiar heat creeping up your cheeks. But something made you doubt for a second.
'After everything that happened, that's the last thing you should be apologizing for.'
Guilt washed over you. The goddamn pollen.
"Johnny... earlier... I didn't mean–"
"Wait don't," he stopped you softly, sitting up a bit so he could see your face better. "Don't say you didn't mean it."
His expression shifted, firelight dancing in his eyes, but something in him doubted too. Like maybe it was the pollen after all.
That couldn't be farther from the truth.
"No, no that's not what I meant," you immediately corrected, and sighed. "I didn't mean to make you feel used, or... like I didn't care."
His gaze softened a little.
"You didn't," he mumbled, still holding his breath in case you sent him to hell after this.
You inhaled slowly, and everything you'd been holding back just tumbled out.
"What I said earlier... that you're everything? It wasn't just the pollen talking," you confessed. "You are, Johnny. I mean it."
His whole expression cracked open, surprised, glowing, like someone just handed him his heart back.
"Damn," he said softly, lips curling into a grin. "You're really gonna say that to me while I'm naked and emotionally compromised?"
You laughed, burying your face in his neck.
"Shut up," you mumbled, but you were smiling too.
He pulled you closer, his free hand trailing over your spine.
"Nah, too late," he grinned. "You're into me. Can't take it back now."
"Ugh, why did I say anything."
"Because you love me. Or at the very least, my hands."
You groaned. He laughed again, delighted, confident, soft. He lifted the flame again and watched the orange glow reflect on your skin.
"So what now?" you whispered.
"Now?" He shrugged. "You keep laying here. I keep lighting up the room. We do this again when you're not on a heat spiral."
"Johnny–"
"What?" he smirked. "You like my fingers, admit it."
You shook your head, "I wasn't that into them."
"No, no, don't even try to downplay it now," he accused, all smug. "You weren't just into my hands. You were like ... obsessed with them."
You groaned and buried your face in his chest like that would protect you from the embarrassment clawing up your throat.
"Johnny–"
"No, seriously," he continued with mock innocence. "I've never seen someone stare at my fingers like that. You were practically drooling. I thought I was gonna have to get a towel."
"Stooop," you whined, voice muffled, your whole body heating up again, and not from the pollen this time.
He laughed, wicked and loving all at once.
"But hey," he said, turning serious in the most unserious way, "you can have them now, you know. Anytime you need them."
"Yeah?" you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "What about now?"
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saying this as a lesbian who loves women's boobs--sexually, even! but i don't think that we as a society should consider breasts inherently female or inherently sexual. a flat chest should not be seen as the "default" for gender neutrality but instead just one way a person can present. boobs should be normal. anyone of any gender can have boobs
I like the idea that Naruto's obsession with Sasuke comes from his deep rooted abandonment issues. The coldest take ever, I know, but walk with me here. It doesn't matter how many people come into Naruto's life if they don't stay and especially if Naruto isn't their priority. Naruto has plenty of friends but he isn't violently obsessed with any of them like he is with Sasuke. He has to bring Sasuke back because Sasuke has to stay. Sasuke has to stay because he's the only person who can center Naruto the way Naruto wants. Naruto doesn't want to be loved, he's had that, he has that. He wants to be the center of someones universe and for that person to not help but be near him. Sasuke fills that need. Naruto's parents centered and loved him and they died, exiting his life. If Sasuke can love Naruto and stay that proves that Naruto can be loved and centered. I'm probably not making much sense but I enjoy the idea of Naruto being violently obsessed with Sasuke as a way to prove to the universe that he isn't broken or wrong and can experience all consuming love and it be mutual. I think Sasuke representing that possibility is a fun idea.
I think it would be really wonderful if seagulls were constructed more like bottles with a mystery inside. What I'm imagining is that were you to catch one, you could then unscrew its face and there would be a glowing gem nestled in some sort of socket. The Core of the Gull so to speak. Then you could swap that around with other seagulls, and after screwing the faces back on they would fly off as if nothing happened. Hm... Is this too esoteric, or do some of you see what I am getting at?
So the thing is boobs really do be jiggling. If having breasts has taught me anything it is that the ladies frolic. I don't even have that large of boobs but every time I go down some stairs all I can think about is that stupid quote about boobing breastily down the stairs or whatever it is because God Damn.
But anime and video game boob jiggling is like. The most uncanny valley shit I've ever seen nine times out of ten. You would think people this horny about tits would have actually looked at some but I guess not.
What we really need is some pervert to compile the ultimate visual guide to boob bouncing physics that's just like 500 hours of meticulously organized videos of breasts of different size and shape and under different fabrics bouncing around from a wide variety of physical movements so horny game devs can finally get it right and I don't have to be creeped out by women who appear to have surgically implanted softballs in their chest under skin made of rubber bands.
