When The Sun Hits Johnny Storm x Reader (pt4)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 Summary: As Reed Richard’s most brilliant physicist, Johnny Storm supposed you were off limits. But when a cosmic entity who threatens to consume your planet appears, he realizes he needs to at least tell you how he feels before it's too late. WC: 8.7k CW: smut toward the end, culingnus, pnv. A/N: finally finished<3 tysm to everyone that has been reading i hope you enjoy! again, my apologies for how long it took. taglist in comments! read on AO3 here
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The weekend morning always seemed to greet you like an old friend. A grounding comfort in the chaos of everyday life. Your escape was early and quiet, long before the birds dared to sing.
Even if the doctors recommended that you rest, work still called to you. The laboratory was your haven, after all, one of the only places that could distract you from the sirens blaring in your mind.
And despite how calmly your life faded back into a familiar routine, you knew time was slipping away. It was something unquantifiable, perilous and untamed—but it was there, and it was noticeable in your actions.
What you had learned was that happiness was never promised, and no matter how hard you tried, it could be taken from you. The same force that had already rewritten you once would eventually come back. Or perhaps something worse.
Because of that, you had to keep working. You needed to get a grip on your powers.
The world had shifted, colors were sharper, and mornings felt heavier with meaning. You’d survived your greatest trial, only to find the horizon crowded with new possibilities. Each one daunting and laced with uncertainty.
Even though there was peace and your body had healed, your problems had multiplied. But for you, that fear only pushed you harder. It inspired you to continue.
That was why you kept returning to the lab, specifically at hours where you knew the others wouldn’t interrupt you.
Reed understood that anxiety all too well.
He found you gnawing absently on a water bottle straw. Plastic pressed between your teeth, wires clinging to your skin, your gaze fixed on the chalkboard’s tangled equations.
Usually, the hiss of the doors opening caught your attention but, this time, you hadn’t averted your gaze until he was standing right beside you.
“You have the weekend off, you know that, right?” Reed sighed.
His eyes flickered to the multiple wires that were connected to you—testing that he was supposed to do for you later. Tomorrow. One at a time.
“—And you’re not supposed to do this without me,” he scolded.
Over the last week, you’d been entirely focused on understanding your new abilities and recording every sliver of data you could.
Plants littered the workshop, some of them as vibrant as ever, and some still in stages of decay. There were even some animals Ben and Johnny had rescued off the street in hopes that you could heal them.
It was successful.
Reed mentally noted that as he passed by the cages, every subject had a remarkable recovery. Flowers that were wilting in the corner had perked up and bloomed again after your touch. A sparrow with a broken wing was now hopping around and chirping quietly. Even a stray dog, stitched and sickly only the day before, wagged its tail, barking enthusiastically at Reed as he walked past.
But when he glanced back at you, he felt worried. Reviving dead leaves or mending fractured bones was impressive, but he knew each act took a visible toll. Only a few days before, your hands were trembling after prolonged healing, and a faint golden scar sometimes streaked your skin when you pushed too far. Abilities like yours always had a limit, one that you hadn’t capped yet. Perhaps time would tell…
You noticed it too, but you didn’t want to stop. Not yet, not until you discovered your limit.
“I’m sorry,” your sheepish reply interrupted his train of thought as you began to pluck the wires off your body. “I’m feeling a little paranoid…. couldn’t sleep.”
You folded everything back up against the machines, having the results you needed anyways.
He noticed the scattered recordings littering your desk, some had even invaded his workspace. You were rarely this disorganized.
“That’s normal,” Reed assured gently, sitting down in a chair across from you and handing you a peace offering, a simple latte probably made by herbie.
But was anything about your life actually normal?
You let the silence stretch, sipping deeply as steam curled around your nostrils. Herbie’s handiwork, no doubt. Still, the warmth revived you, stoking your resolve to work before you could surrender to Johnny’s promise of rest. You couldn’t give him your best until you tamed the relentless questions swirling in your mind.
Even if you technically had the day off.
“Pain level?” Reed eventually asked from your silence. You were clearly determined, and he knew that you wouldn’t stop.
“One,” you confirmed. “Like yesterday.”
Your mentor mentally jotted it down. “Good. Are you sleeping at all?”
“Yes, most nights. It just…doesn't feel right to be safe,” you admitted. “After everything, that is.” You began to tap your fingernails against the clay mug, trying to understand what it exactly was that you were feeling. It had been like this for weeks now.
“What else?” Reed pried, noticing how flustered you suddenly became when you trailed off.
You sighed, not in annoyance, but as if it was a secret. “I only sleep well if Johnny is beside me.”
“A strange development,” Reed pretended to think deeply. “I wonder why that is?”
The two of you shared a laugh.
“I’m just trying to finish this test before…” You trailed off. Johnny wasn’t a distraction—if anything, he was the lifeline you craved. Your routines teetered on the edge of obsession; sometimes, nothing else existed until you found the answer.
Reed understood. It took an immense effort on his part, but he realized how you felt right now was what he experienced trying to impress his wife when they were just kids.
He cleared his throat. “So, have you actually gotten anything done in your early morning psychosis?”
You nodded toward the computer, where your vitals and composition had finally finished analyzing. Galactus had left behind copious amounts of radiation, signatures that would have been visible in your DNA if he had anything to do with your abilities.
“I have proof that Galactus didn’t give me this power.”
You turned the monitor that displayed your vitals and blood chart toward him. “After analyzing all of the specimens you brought back from the Galactus visit, there are no similarities in my DNA. Not a single one.”
A long moment of silence passed as Reed took in the information, something that shouldn’t make sense, something that would be deemed impossible if he wasn’t actually staring at the chart.
His eyebrows furrowed. “Your biological makeup is different now. It's more similar to ours.”
“It’s different, though.” You pointed out the anomaly, flipping to your brain scans. “And what’s in here now… is confusing.”
Mid sip of his coffee, Reed paused, his eyes widening, but they did not leave the chart.
When you glanced at him, you saw the conflict on his face. Your mentor, the smartest man in your world, was stumped. If he couldn’t figure it out, nobody would be able to. What a privilege and a curse it was to know him.
After a brief moment of analyzing the data, Reed stretched his arm across the room and set his coffee down, snatching a notepad and pen.
“Your brain changed, or is still changing.” He started scribbling. “Brains usually contain two types of tissue: white and gray matter, but yours— it's changing… there's something else. Deep within your hypothalamus there is a black matter. Whatever it is, our MRI can’t penetrate it.”
“It's not from an outside force. Something must have happened when I-” you paused, swallowing hard before continuing. “Died, but I can’t remember. So that only leaves the option of whatever this power is, comes from my own doing. Like it was always within me.”
Reed was following your logic, and added onto it. “But you're human, and there's no record of anyone from this planet having resurrection abilities until Franklin. Not that this is that surprising since we’ve come into contact with two alien species. So that means there’s more, and that means our history isn’t entirely accurate. Or it could be magic. It’s definitely something we have no knowledge of. It's not in any of our databases, and it’s something that happened in between the stages of life and death.”
The sound of erratic scribbling was the only sound that filled the laboratory, following the clash of chalk and board with his other free hand. You watched in silence, following every move he made.
“This mysterious matter is functioning at a higher rate than both the grey and white matter. A new network of cell bodies. We can see the pathways but not the synapses firing.”
A shiver ran down your spine as the truth hit you. Reed’s words felt like both a warning and a prediction. What happened to you wasn’t an accident; it was deliberate. You had unlocked something inside of you that no human had before on your planet, whether by your own hand or something else.
Science and emotion tangled inside you, leaving you breathless as the magnitude of your transformation finally settled in.
“It’s unlike anything we’ve ever recorded,” Reed whispered in awe.
Well, that was something. Still, the answers hovered just beyond your grasp.
“Any idea on how to get more information?” You asked. “Or results?
“Not without taking your head off of your body.”
“Reed!” Sue scolded as she entered the laboratory. “Why would you say it like that?”
Your laugh echoed. “It's okay, he’s right.”
Sue approached the two of you, and you turned the screen to face her as she hovered over you, her hands gripping the edge of the chair.
“This is all the information we gathered.”
Another ten minutes passed as you and Reed explained your findings to Sue. She was glued to the screen, giving your shoulder a squeeze in admiration.
“Are you feeling a bit better about everything?” she asked.
You nodded, tilting your head back to look at her. “I am. I’m ready to take a break. Every test we can do has been done. I’m thinking this is only something time will tell.”
“A temporary conclusion,” Sue confirmed. “Perhaps after some rest, which you really do need, you can come back to it.”
“She’s right,” Reed encouraged. “I’ll keep working for now.”
You were satisfied with that. “Okay, I know. I’ve been pushing myself too hard.”
“At least you can admit it,” Sue chuckled. “Now go, there’s someone upstairs waiting for you.”
Without question, you knew who it was.
Johnny was something else. Your mind was always whirling without pause, making it nearly impossible to savor the good within your grasp. That all disappeared when you thought about him.
Beneath all the logic, a feeling lingered—something science could never explain. It was almost spiritual, a sense that you were destined for something greater.
And that anomaly to you was Johnny.
Your Johnny.
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Waking up to Johnny’s breakfast felt like a luxury you’d never dared to imagine, let alone get used to.
“It smells lovely,” you whistled, the aroma of fried meat wafting through the kitchen and living room.
Glancing behind him, Johnny chuckled, slinging a dish towel over his shoulder. “Finally, I’m graced with your presence.”
“As if you weren’t holding me all night.”
“Is it a crime to miss you?” he feigned hurt.
You slipped around the counter and melted into his arms, peeking up at him as he expertly flipped the last piece of bacon. He divided the feast between two plates.
“Bon apetite,” Johnny replied, moving out of your embrace and bowing slightly. He outstretched the plate to you. It was a shocking array of everything you would order at a restaurant—bacon, eggs, pancakes, and fruit.
“You made this?”
“Herbie helped!” Johnny rushed sheepishly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck as he watched you sit before him at the breakfast bar. “But yes, mostly me.”
“A huge improvement.”
“I will try, for you.”
The two of you shared a kiss over the counter.
“Thank you, Johnny,” you giggled. “It looks amazing.”
“Don’t say anything until you take a bite.”
You did, and it was just as amazing as it looked.
"So what did I do for you to make this?”
“Just being you,” he chuckled, taking his own first bite. “But… I do have a request.”
“And that is?”
“I want you to take the weekend off.”
“And why is that?”
“Let me take you out on a date tonight. A real one.”
You raised your eyebrows. “So we’ve been on fake dates?”
“Every moment I get to spend with you feels like a date,” he confessed.
Since there was nobody else around, you knew that for a fact, you stood up and walked around the breakfast bar, almost batting your eyelashes. He'd never been so straightforward before. Neither had you. But almost dying would do that to anyone.
“You’re so corny,” you teased, sliding your arms around his neck, drawing him closer until your lips nearly touched.
“But you love it,” he rebuttaled with a smile.
“I do,” you confessed. You wanted to say it so bad. Being with him made all your worries disappear. And sometimes that was the problem. There was still so much you had to do. But every once in a while, you need to indulge.
“You deserve a break, after everything,” he continued. “And I want to show you how special you are to me.”
You could feel your face flush, if it already wasn’t obvious to him. It was hard to hold his gaze when he showered you with such meaningful compliments. And damn, was it working.
At last, you had something new to anticipate: time alone, just the two of you.
And if Johnny had anything to say about it, the best night of your life was only just beginning.
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It felt like love.
That feeling lingered as you leaned against the balcony, wearing a dress for the first time in what felt like ages.
Johnny had picked it out for you. It took every ounce of restraint not to squeal when you discovered it draped across your bed, paired with a note that was both sweet and daring. The dress fit like a dream, hugging you in all the right places. You always knew Johnny paid attention, but you hadn’t realized just how much.
Heels remained your nemesis, though, and you had abandoned them by the door.
For now, it was just you and the stars. Your hands curled around the telescope, tracing constellations like you did in the old days—when it was you and the universe, hungry to discover, to reach farther, to become something more.
The sliding glass door drifted open, a slight whoosh gaining your attention.
“You clean up well, kid,” Ben complimented, taking a few heavy strides until he joined your side.
“Thanks Ben.”
His rocky hands rested next to yours, his gaze settling on the last sliver of the sunset, a light blue shade that interrupted the earth from the vastness of space.
You could tell he was wondering what you were doing out there. But what you didn’t know was that Johnny had relied on your routine, and you were following the exact plan he had in his head. Ben didn’t even need to make up an excuse to get you out there. Johnny knew you well.
“I’ve always wanted to go to space,” you sighed, a hint of melancholy in your tone, pulling away from the telescope and clicking the lens back into place.
“I did too. And despite everything, the view was definitely worth it all.”
“Way to rub it in,” you grumbled, before laughing softly.
Ben nudged you. “Things are different now. With your powers, you may be able to.”
Glancing at him, you smiled. “I guess there’s some good to it all then.”
“Are you really holding up alright?
You nodded, gazing back upon the horizon. “I feel like I’m right where I need to be.”
“I’m happy for you kid,” Ben said. “Johnny could use someone as grounded as you.”
Your eyes crinkled, a laugh etching from your lips. You nudged him back.
“I always hoped so," you whispered, so quietly that Ben almost didn’t catch it.
“I totally saw it coming,” he teased, about to say more until he was interrupted by the doors whooshing open again.
“And you’re finally going on a date!” Sue gushed, like she heard the entire conversation. “Johnny became a lovesick idiot the moment you arrived."
“Don’t put too much pressure on the poor girl,” Ben chuckled. “She’s already nervous.”
Rolling your eyes, you turned to face Sue and Reed. Reed was bouncing Franklin on his hip, who seemed mesmerized by the bouquet of flowers in his mother’s grasp.
Excitedly, she outstretched them to you. “From Johnny.” She smiled. “And us.”
Graciously, you took them, almost fawning over their ornate beauty. It was the largest bouquet you’d ever received. An array of your favorite flowers, something Johnny seemed to have remembered.
“What?” you gasped. “You guys didn’t have to!”
“It’s the least we could do,” Reed chuckled. Johnny didn’t even have to force them. They wanted to, and would forever be grateful to you.
Their love anchored you in reality. Their support wrapped around you, making you feel truly part of their family. In truth, you already belonged.
In that moment, every hardship felt worth it. Being with them was a blessing, a reminder that your purpose reached beyond your own ambitions—it was woven together with theirs.
About to thank them, you were cut off by a distant rumble that was gaining distance at an incredible speed. You instantly recognized the roaring, as the sheer force of Johnny’s flames changed the color of the sky behind you.
He arrived in full comedic splendor, making you laugh with his effortless showmanship. What a showboat.
“Y/N!” he yelled out your name as he approached the railing.
“Oh my God,” you gasped, covering your mouth. Once, embarrassment might have swallowed you whole. Now, you just grinned.
“Do you like the flowers?”
You nodded, letting your hand fall to your side. The wind carried the flowers’ fragrance back to you. Everything felt impossibly perfect—the view, the moment, and him, just as beautiful as the nickname he longed to give you.
“My favorite.”
“Good.”
You’d known Johnny for years, memorized every quirk and secret, yet your heart still skipped whenever his eyes found yours.
After all this time, he was still steadfast—waiting for you, protecting you, standing by your side through everything. Whatever the tabloids claimed, you’d always known his heart.
A man who wanted to promise you forever.
Eventually, you outstretched your hand, somewhat timidly.
As Johnny swept you into his arms, you thrust the bouquet at Ben. A few petals broke free, swirling into the wind—some dissolving into dust from Johnny’s lingering warmth.
“Make sure you put them into a vase!” you pleaded, feeling Johnny’s arm curl around your waist.
“Don’t have too much fun,” Reed teased.
One last time, you looked back at the three of them. Your smile said everything, no words needed; they already knew.
“Ready?” Johnny asked, gazing down at you with an unmistakable fondness. One that he'd sheltered for so long, one that had always been obvious to you despite the circumstances. And now the two of you could finally be together like you were meant to.
“Yes—” The word barely left your lips before he launched you both into the sky.
Your scream soared above the rush of wind, drawing laughter from the others. They all remembered their first wild flight with Johnny.
But yours was special.
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When you and Johnny finally touched down, legs still trembling from the wild ride, you nearly toppled straight back into his arms.
“Easy,” he chuckled, an arm gently resting against your lower back. “It takes some getting used to.”
“No kidding!” you huffed, running your fingers through your hair, silently hoping the flight hadn’t undone the hour you’d spent styling it. You had other plans for that later.
“You look beautiful,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand you missed behind your ear. You still couldn’t believe that you were immune to his flames and how well he could control them.
“Thank you,” you managed, watching his flames flicker into embers and vanish on the night breeze. He stood before you in a suit that matched your dress perfectly. “You’re looking irresistible yourself.”
“I try,” he replied, trying to cover up his blush with a confident smirk. “I really want to impress you.”
He hovered just inches away, the air between you charged with anticipation.
“Oh Johnny,” you murmured, a smile tugging at your lips. “You already have.”
He closed the gap, a hand coming to cup your neck as he pressed his lips against yours. It was long, and hot, just like him, just like the tension that had been boiling between the two of you for God knows how long.
“Come,” he eventually said when he pulled away, moving his hand to grasp yours.
“What do you have planned?”
“Nothing crazy.” He shrugged, refusing to spoil the surprise.
The restaurant looked completely different at night, with candles illuminating the tables and soft music playing in the background. Johnny had reserved the entire place just for the two of you. When the waiter brought out the champagne, Johnny cleared his throat and looked at you seriously.
Your eyes swept over the venue, and words failed you. It was extravagant, dreamlike, and utterly private, just the way you liked it.
Johnny pulled out the chair for you, and you gathered your dress to the side before sitting.
Once he sat beside you and the glasses were poured, you glanced at him sheepishly.
“This is lovely.”
"I wanted it to be perfect," he admitted, taking your hand across the table. His thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand. "You deserve perfection."
Nobody had ever said that to you before, and you weren’t sure how to reply. Johnny always left you speechless, always jumbling your brain with emotions and feelings you couldn’t quite pinpoint and hadn’t experienced before.
“Am I being too forward?” he asked, a flicker of worry in his deep blue eyes.
“Not at all,” you replied quickly, stammering over your words. “I just can't believe it?” Your explanation came out more as a question than a statement.
“Is it something you want to get used to?”
You nodded, squeezing his hand back, using your free hand to grasp your champagne glass. The alcohol would definitely help calm your nerves.
Johnny followed suit, chuckling at your bashfulness. He loved making you squirm, but was also squirming himself. Finally, he had you all to himself. There was a moment of peace, and he wanted to make the most of it, while your mind was clear, while your responsibilities were minimal.
The way he gazed at you made your heart racing. This wasn’t just a date; it felt monumental, as if he was preparing to give you the world as he knew it.
"There's something I've been wanting to ask you."
Meeting his eyes again, you set your glass down. The setting was so romantic, so intimate, something you’d been hoping and waiting for.
“Ask away.”
“I promised everyone, even myself, that I wouldn’t disrupt your flow. That I wouldn’t make a move or bother you. Well, Angel, you solved our world’s biggest problem and so much more. And I know there will be more in the future, but I want to be there with you, by your side.”
You knew exactly where Johnny was headed. Your heart thundered, ears burning with anticipation. Finally.
“And?” you managed to squeak, unable to break eye contact.
“I was kind of hoping that you would be my girlfriend,” he cleared his throat nervously. “Please be my girlfriend… I’ll do my best to never disappoint you.”
You bit back a giggle, feeling the nerves radiating from him—his hand clammy in yours. Your smile bloomed, wide and genuine.
“It doesn’t have to be official to the whole world!” he rushed after. “Just to us…. For my family.”
“It can be the whole world,” you said. “As long as I have you.”
His breath caught, and for a moment, the always confident Human Torch looked utterly speechless.
"Really?” he asked quietly. He definitely thought it would take more convincing.
“Yes,” you responded. “At this point I can’t imagine you not by my side through the craziness of everything. You’ve always been there.”
Steady. Yours.
For a moment, he closed his eyes, savoring your words. When he opened them again, they were filled with a depth of emotion that was usually hidden behind his playful smirk to others, but one that was all so familiar to you.
“I feel the same,” he said, releasing your hand and shifting in his chair. He had been tense and anxious before, but now he could relax. “God, I’ve been waiting so long to do that.”
Your response was interrupted by two waiters approaching, gently placing your plate in front of you. A steak that was still sizzling, accompanied by two of your favorite sides.
“But I suppose my answer depends on how juicy this steak is,” you teased. “I need a little more convincing.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement, the tension breaking as he laughed. "Let's find out, shall we?" he said, cutting into the meat and holding a forkful up to your lips.
It was, without question, the best steak you’d ever tasted. Your eyes nearly rolled back as you savored each bite.
“I think being your girlfriend would be pretty cool,” you laughed.
He pumped his fist, a triumphant laugh echoing through the empty restaurant. He looked absurdly pleased, as if he’d just won the greatest battle of his life. As if there was anything that mattered more than saving the world.
"I'm taking that as a definitive yes," he grinned, popping a piece of steak into his own mouth. "Best decision you'll ever make, by the way."
“I can’t believe you rented out the entire place for me,” you said. You always appreciated how easily conversation flowed between the two of you, how you were able to let down your guard and professionalism. He was your escape from it all.
Nervously, he scratched the back of his neck. “And the penthouse upstairs.”
Your eyes widened slightly, and you tried to stifle your laugh.
“Only if you want to!” he stammered. “There’s a hot tub.”
“Sounds amazing.”
He relaxed visibly, a mischievous grin returning as he leaned back in his chair. "I thought you might like that. The view is incredible up there. You can see the whole city. And… It's my favorite spot."
“Your spot for…?”
“Thinking!” He coughed, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. “Every handsome young bachelor-hero-has their thinking spot.” he retorted matter-of-factly. “Yours happens to be the lab.”
“Speaking of the lab,” you started, still buzzing, ears hot and flushed.
Intrigued, Johnny raised an eyebrow, raising his glass to you.
The clink made you chuckle. “With the development of my powers, it seems I would be able to handle space travel the next time it arises.
Of course, there would be more space travel. After all, you were an associate of the Fantastic Four. And now it was clear that you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.
“Well then,” Johnny started, knowing what you were getting at from your last conversation. “I have no objections next time. I even think I would feel safer with you by my side.”
Since there was nobody else in the restaurant, you cheered, still somewhat quietly, and jumped out of your seat. You rounded the table and threw yourself into his arms.
“Thank you!”
He chuckled, arms coming to embrace you wholly. He held you there, and you let him, only leaning back to kiss him in earnest.
“You didn’t need my permission,” he said, his smile fading away into an all-knowing simper. “You would find your way there all by yourself, somehow, someway.”
“Well of course,” you teased. “But I wouldn’t want to do it without your support.”
“We’d be a pretty kickass team, huh?”
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After dinner, you and Johnny spent hours talking and reminiscing under the dim lighting and calming music. Even the desert was fantastic. You were full and tipsy, giggling all the way into the bathroom as you slipped into your swimsuit.
Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you attempted to fix your makeup. Your smile did not fade, and even you could see the difference. You felt complete, understanding that you were making the right decision. You’d never expected a reward for all of your hard work, but damn, did being with Johnny like this feel like one.
Someone who was truly yours, a person you could finally put first.
And, damn, every moment had been worth the wait.
He was already soaking in the hot tub when you stepped onto the patio. Your eyes widened, tracing the way steam curled around his muscles and water slid down his sculpted arms and chest.
You set your drink along the edge next to his beer can, which was gathering condensation. Over the sound of the jets and the chlorinated bubbles, you could hear a jazz song playing softly from the surrounding speakers.
“Finally ready to join me, Angel?”
You couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, the ambiance solidifying how romantic it had been from the start.
“It’s perfect out here,” you replied, apprehensively dipping your toes in.
He took a sip of his beer. “It is now,” he smirked, watching you closely.
The boiling water only came to your mid-waist, but it made you hiss in displeasure as your skin adjusted from the freezing cold to the unbearable heat. You held your breath as you submerged the rest of your body, letting the water reach your chin and wet your hair.
Settling in next to him, you hummed in pleasure, pressing an appreciative kiss to his cheek.
“Thank you Johnny,” you said. “This has been the best night of my life.”
“You deserve it. I’m serious.”
“You deserve it, too,” you offered, smiling fondly. “I mean, you put in a lot of work. I still can’t believe you deciphered an alien language.”
He chuckled. “Me either.”
“You think you could speak it fluently?”
“Probably. I don’t have anyone to speak to.”
That alien woman sacrificed herself for him. You tried not to think about it, but that choice would never be forgotten or under-appreciated.
“Maybe we’ll see her again, or someone that does. And you can thank her.”
Johnny reflected for a moment, like he still hadn’t unpacked the gravity of it all. A part of him felt guilty, but also grateful. He just knew that he wouldn’t take another day for granted. “In a perfect world,” he finally said.
“It makes me so curious about what else is out there, how many languages we’ll never be able to hear.”
“I think we’ll have a few more to learn, at least.” He took a sip of his beer, tugging you closer.
He handed you your glass, and you eagerly took it.
“Do you think you would procreate with an alien if given the chance?”
“Before you were in my life, probably.”
You smacked him. “How crude!”
“C’mon Angel, you wouldn't?" Johnny nudged your neck, wrapping his arms and squeezing you against him. “Let’s say, hypothetically, not like this would ever happen, but what if an alien that was somehow hotter than me showed up all strong and commanding, you wouldn’t even think about it?”
You pretended to think hard. “Maybe,” you teased. “But you’re already like an alien.”
“Hey!” he groaned like you’d just shot him in the heart.
“The hottest alien ever, crowned in starfire, a living supernova,” you swooned, pushing off the bench and wading into the center of the tub, nose scrunched in playful challenge.
“Wow,” he whistled slowly. “You’re gonna make me burn up from that compliment.”
“Fitting,” you whispered before submerging your lips, wiggling your eyebrows. You wanted to internally slap yourself with how corny you were being. But, you weren’t sure how to act… how to initiate. You were his girlfriend now, for crying out loud. Yet, it still didn’t feel real. It felt like a dream you were expecting to be torn away from.
Johnny laughed. “Maybe you should write my articles from now on?”
You stood up, giggling to yourself. “I won’t ever deal with the press again unless there’s another life threatening event!”
Reaching for your champagne glass, you took a few sips before sitting back down next to him. “My heart is racing just thinking about it.”
A lie. Your heart raced for one reason only—him.
Johnny kissed your hair, leaning against you. He gazed upon the star-filled sky, wanting to thank them for this moment.
“Regardless, you did a great job. Everyone loves you.”
“I hope so.”
Did everyone include him?
His tone turned into something more serious.
“And in case I haven't told you enough, I want you to know that I’m proud of you, and that I’m here for you always. I think about you all the time, you’re my first thought when I wake up in the morning and the last person I think about when I fall asleep-”
With glistening eyes, you turned to face him fully. The jets had finished their cycle, and the bubbles sizzled away.
“You’re the smartest person to me, and the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I’ve been wanting to tell you everything for so long now, hell, I knew from the moment we met. I would do anything for you…And I don’t care if it's too soon, and it’s okay if you’re not ready, but I know. I fell in love with you the day I met you.”
He cupped your cheek, finally realizing how much you’d gravitated toward him. “I love you, and I need you to know it. I want you to know that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world-” he corrected himself. “Across all worlds.”
Your lip quivered. “I love you too.”
He was everything you’d ever wanted in a man—and so much more. Words tangled on your tongue, never enough to capture how deeply you cared, wanted, needed him. You would always choose him first; he lived in every corner of your mind. Johnny was the love of your life, a truth you’d known from the very start. After everything, that certainty was woven into your soul.
“I’m so in love with you that it hurts.”
That was how you conveyed it all, staring at him, on the verge of tears. You couldn't even remember what else you said, if anything.
When you finally met Johnny’s dilated eyes, you saw them glisten.
He felt the same.
Like it was fate, like you were destined to be in every timeline. Every move he made always led back to you.
There was no reason to hold back now. He had always needed you, and being with you felt like surfacing for air after years beneath the waves.
“I love you,” he said again, drawing you closer. “So much…”
As soon as those words left his mouth, your lips touched, Johnny felt his emotions ignite in a peaceful yet passionate blaze that he had never felt before. How did he manage to last this long without trying?
You knew that if you were standing, your knees might have buckled. Being there with him, like that, was everything you could have ever wanted and more.
You kissed him back, deepening the kiss and asking for more. You were in love with him, and now, he finally knew it.
“Johnny—” you gasped against his lips, literally melting into the steaming embrace. His hand guided you onto his lap. You obeyed, your heart beating erratically, pounding so loud that everything else became mere background noise.
The second kiss was wet, far less reserved than the first. Months of pent-up emotion poured into every movement, your skin aflame and your senses alive. Both of you could feel the sudden desperation, so much so that Johnny shuddered.
You were anything but resistant, eager to feel him, to cherish him. He had waited so long to have you alone like this, and he never thought he would be able to.
The kiss intensified, and your lips parted, inviting him for more. Practically begging for it.
Your lips began to move in sync, the kisses turning sloppy, filled with hunger and curiosity. Your tongues soon began to dance, sucking on each other as if you had never kissed before, as if your lives depended on it.
The last time you were alone like this, you were interrupted. There was a world to save. But those responsibilities were now non-existent. There was nothing stopping you now.
Johnny’s hands roamed, exploring every inch of your skin that he’d previously only dreamed of. You welcomed his touch, savoring his praise, growing intoxicated by the heat of his lips. You wanted more, needed more.
Your hips began to sway against his, your hands explored him as well, weakly tugging against the waistband of his trunks.
“Y/N...” His voice was strained with awe.
You felt like you were on fire, hardly able to focus on anything but the pounding in your chest, in your veins.
“We can’t do this here,” he sighed, chuckling nervously. Not for the first time.
“Then take me to the bed.”
Not only was your response confident, but it was a command. And what he saw in your eyes, filled with treasures he could previously only dream of, confirmed that he was totally and shamelessly in love with you.
Quickly, Johnny scooped you into his arms and carried you out of the hot tub. The water splashed everywhere, leaving a trail of puddles in the bedroom.
With both of you still dripping wet, Johnny dried you off with a towel, though sloppily.
You giggled, grabbing a towel yourself to dry his hair.
His eyes searched yours, and when the towel dropped to the floor, his fingers tugged at your bikini top.
“May I?” he asked.
“Yes,” you confirmed.
The cold air swelled your breasts, and he practically groaned, leaning down to kiss them.
Your fingers tangled in his damp blonde hair, letting out a breathy moan from his burning lips that seared across your soft skin.
Your bottoms came next, and he plucked the bow ties loose, letting them flop to the floor beside you.
“You’re a goddess,” he breathed, hands coming to cup the plush of your ass.
All you could manage was a light, breathy laugh as he scooped you into his arms and brought you to the bed.
Once he had laid you down, Johnny took a moment to just look at you. So beautiful, so perfect. And then, he finally leaned in and took your mouth with his.
Desperately, you curled around him, letting his hands finally wander where they were so eager to go.
“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips.
When he pulled away, you whispered in return. “I love you, too.”
His eyes glistened with desire as he lowered himself between your legs. Each of his arms curled around your thighs, bringing your entrance to his mouth. He needed to please you.
One stroke of his tongue between your folds etched a whimper of pleasure from you.
Your hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him right where you wanted him. Johnny groaned primarily against your clit, letting his tongue lap harder.
You twitched, your moaning of his name filling the quietness of the suite.
He looked up at you through heavy-lidded, lustful eyes, a groan of satisfaction vibrating against your core. How desperate he was, how sloppy, but it worked. It worked too well, and you were already coming undone from how gentle he was with your clit, the smooth circles of his tongue edging you closer and closer, opening you up and preparing you for the utmost pleasure.
“Fuckkkk…” Johnny drawled, feeling your clit quiver against his movements. You were so pretty, so perfect, that he felt himself coming undone from just watching you unravel against him.
Greedily, he pushed a finger inside you.
“Hahhh-” you moaned, letting your legs fall further apart in an attempt to see his face and that damned smirk he couldn't get rid of.
“More?” he teased in a whisper.
You nodded, your core tightening in anticipation. “Please,” you breathed as his tongue flicked against your clit. Agonizingly slow, Johnny inserted another finger, still massaging your clit with his tongue.
He began to pump his fingers, the stimulation of both causing your back to arch. It was too much. You whimpered for him, because of him, and he felt his cock twitch just from the sight of you, from finally being able to taste you.
You were perfect for him, so expressive and responsive that it turned him on further.
“Cmon Angel,” he grunted. “You’re almost there.”
His words sent you over the edge. “Johnny!” you cried, heaving a broken breath as you released yourself all over him.
You were already seeing stars. Just as Johnny wanted, he couldn't help but smirk before leaning over you to capture your lips with his, relishing in his success.
As you came down from your high, you clung to him, desperate for more, reaching your hand down to his cock and guiding it to your entrance.
“Need you now,” you pleaded before kissing him again.
God, he loved you so much. Johnny felt like the luckiest guy in the universe to be able to make love to you.
And finally, he did, letting out a stifled grunt as he slowly sank into your wonder. Your hot breath mixed with his, unable to get enough, wondering how anything could top this moment—a union you’d been pinning for since you had met him.
Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, back arching within the same movement, unprepared for how thick and commanding he would be. You closed your eyes momentarily, only feeling, touching, and relishing in him. Your mind was filled with his rapture, his passion, his love.
“Feels so good,” you moaned, arms constricting around his neck, eyes squeezing shut from the intense pressure that filled and stretched you completely.
“I love you, Johnny,” you whimpered.
Euphoria was what you sought and what was promised in loving Johnny Storm. That was what you saw when you looked into his eyes, not just in this moment but with every promise for the future.
“Y/N…” he strained your name out, trying his best to wait even if it was excruciating. “I love you more.”
You were dripping, making it easy for him to thrust as slowly as he could, waiting for you to adjust, waiting for your command to take it even further. He kissed you over and over again, his breathing muffled with desperation.
“K-Keep going,” you begged, not needing to repeat your demand before Johnny started to ravish you, pulling himself all the way out before slamming back inside you.
“Ah!” you cried out, legs curling around his hips, guiding him to the perfect angle. Exhilarated by your moans, he gradually began to thrust harder, obsessed with how your body trembled, pleading for more, praying for all of him.
The bed began to shake as his pumps grew more violent.
“Taking me so well, Angel,” Johnny complimented in a strained voice. He was vocally dirty, a far contrast from his usual demeanor, and you loved it, yet you couldn't find the time to reply between your cries of ecstasy, becoming increasingly crazed. You could almost sob at how vivifying it felt. All you managed to sound between erratic moans was breathless praise, only wanting to feel him.
“Shit…” Johnny groaned. “Wanted to fuck you so bad, been needing this. I love this, fuck.”
“Feels so good, Johnny–” you managed to choke out, your body jolting against him as you gazed into his eyes, pressing your lips against his before another moan escaped you.
“You’re perfect,” he grunted, biting down on his lip to stop another lovesick moan from escaping him.
You were magnificent, and Johnny couldn’t get enough. Having you like this was almost too much, and he was trying to control himself. Your sweet words and your moans of approval only riled him up more. And you were just so damn beautiful.
Months had been spent craving you like this, wholly his. Dreaming about you taking all of him so eagerly, moaning beneath him, thinking about nothing and nobody else. The desperation in your moans only fueled him, and he couldn't help but grin as you cupped his face, drawing him to the intensity of your gaze. Another sloppy kiss was shared before he followed your gaze down, which was focused on how he entered you, over and over again.
Thrust after thrust, both of you began to reach a high you’d never felt before. Johnny needed you in every position, on every surface, till the sun peaked above the horizon. Your pussy was like a drug, and there was no possible way he could ever get enough.
Securely wrapping his arms around you, Johnny moved you onto his lap, desperate to have you bounce on his cock. He needed it like he needed air, the notion of you coming undone in his embrace, in his arms.
As you straddled him, Johnny took one of your breasts in his mouth, and his tongue swirled around your nipple.
“Please–” he couldn’t finish his question before your hips started to rock against him, cock still buried deep inside you. Your warmth engulfed him, and all he could do was run his hands down your ass before giving it an appreciative squeeze, etching a faint squeal from your mouth.
He helped guide your movements, but you did most of the work, bouncing on top of him as you held his shoulders, letting him suck on your breasts every time he stifled a moan. That was until he couldn’t anymore.
Johnny’s breathless moans warmed the crook of your neck as he continued to pound up into you, utterly pussy drunk. “So good, so beautiful…” He managed to utter his words, falling into a choppy, disarray of love-felt praise.
You whimpered in response, nails scratching down his back as your abdomen tightened, not only by his words but by his calculated thrusts.
“Mine,” he groaned, nails digging into the plush of your ass. “I love you.” His whines sounded above the slapping of your skin against his. “This is just a bonus.”
You tried to respond, almost unable to string a coherent sentence together from how perfectly he filled you up. “J-Johnny!” you cried, back arching against nothing but his forearms, feeling yourself falling apart at how eagerly your pussy took his massive length. “G-gonna cum!”
“Go ahead, baby,” he moaned, thrusting faster, deeper, harder. His hand reached to grip the headboard as it banged against the wall. “All over me,” he begged, panting, his control wavering as he locked eyes with you to glimpse euphoria.
“I w-” you tried your best to respond before your loudest cry yet echoed into the night, and you released yourself upon him, experiencing the most violent, leg-shaking orgasm of your entire life.
Your orgasm finished Johnny in a way he’d never experienced before.
“Yesss,” he hissed, both of you feeling how his cock jerked inside you. “Good girl-” he started, but hunched over, hardly moaning your name before he pulled himself out, clinging to you as his life depended on it.
Johnny could hardly hold himself up, chest rising and falling as he painted your stomach white, jumbled words of affirmation filling the silence.
It settled slowly, your breathing mingling with his. Both of you started to laugh, completely euphoric.
Truly in love.
The aftercare was luxurious. When you slid beneath the covers beside him, fresh from your shower, you let him feel every inch of your body again, massaging out the knots in your muscles.
Your favorite movie flickered quietly on the TV, its familiar soundtrack weaving through the room as you curled up next to Johnny. Moments like these were precious, and you never knew how many you had left.
“Thank you for everything,” you reiterated. “It’s been amazing and I loved it. I love you.”
You spoke the words as if tasting them for the first time, still amazed that your heart could finally be heard.
He could have died happy, knowing you loved him in return.
Johnny kissed the top of your head, curling his arms tighter around you, desperate to have you as close as possible.
“I knew from the moment I saw you.”
You giggled. “There's no way you possibly could have known.”
“I knew that even if I went through that portal I would find my way back to you. I couldn’t leave you soulmatless after all.”
You laughed. “Oh? Are we soulmates now?”
“Of course,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. That crooked grin of his only made your heart flutter more.
“Cmon, you really don’t feel like that?”
Somewhere deep inside, you had always known. The moment that golden dust broke your chains, the truth had taken root, even if you kept it hidden.
You melted into his arms, your cheek pressed to the warmth of his bare chest, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
A heart that beat for you alone.
“I do,” you whispered.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°.
A gentle, domestic rhythm had woven itself into your days with Johnny.
It was a relief to let the world fade away, to forget every worry except the ones Johnny refused to let linger.
Yet the months slipped past in a blur, vanishing far too quickly for your liking.
Hoping that time might finally favor you was nothing but a beautiful illusion.
It was naïve to think your powers were random, or that you could steer your own destiny, or that happiness was built to last. Even now, beneath the calm, you sensed a ripple of unease, like the hush before a storm. Something waited just out of sight, ready to break the peace when you least expected it.
After everything, you realized this life had never truly belonged to you.
There was always a price waiting to be claimed.
this series was so good!! AHH!! read it all in one go I was immediately hooked 😩
