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we love him nakky (and steve’s glorious collarbones)

We do love him nakky🥵

So many thots

Johnny Storm x reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI- roommates to lovers trope, idiots in love, mentions of drinking, drunk reader, mentions of the show below deck, over use of the pet name Peach, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, PIV, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it), breath play, spitting

AN: I am so sorry this took so long @holy-stevie , I am a terribly slow writer and this started out as something entirely different but I hope you like it😊

Written on my phone. All mistakes are my own. This fic got away from me and I suck at knowing how to end things. Have no idea of the word count.

"Jesus, Johnny!" You cried as you covered your eyes. "Put some fucking clothes on," you grumbled as your roommate plopped down next to you on the couch in nothing but a towel and a devilish smirk.

"No can-do, Peach. You know I like to air dry after I shower," he stated as he reached over you for the remote.

You made to grab the remote out of his hand, "first of all; do not call me peach. You saw my bare ass one time -"

"And it's so perfect, how could I not call you Peach?"

"And second," you continue, rolling your eyes, "don't interrupt my boat show."

He was still halfway across your lap, both of your hands on the remote, "Boat show?" He smirked at you.

Fuck, this was not helping the little crush you had on your very sexy and very cocky roommate. The intoxicating smell of his body wash lingers in front of you, you wanted to lick the rivulets of water dripping down his chest and you could clearly make out the outline of his cock under the towel.

"Yes. Now let go," you tugged on the remote and shoved his shoulder with your free hand. You bit your lip as he leaned back, releasing the remote and holding his hands up in surrender, "okay, okay, Peach."

You shot him a glare before trying to turn your attention back to your show. You couldn't keep your eyes from drifting down to his wide set thighs and you had to tamp down a whimper when he popped his hips up slightly, getting more comfortable. The towel begins to cover less and less of his legs the more he adjusts. Some drama was happening on the screen and Johnny pulled you out of your lust filled stare, "Has that dude slept with every chick on the boat?"

"Huh?" Your eyes snapped back up to the TV, "Oh yeah, Gary's a real player. Kinda like someone else I know," you playfully elbowed his ribs.

"Oof," he mocked offence as he rubbed his ribs, "that hurts, Peach," he frowned.

You rolled your eyes again and shoved his shoulder with your own as you brought your focus back to the show.

You two had been playing at this unspoken game of who was gonna break first since you moved in. He didn't have the heart to tell you that the night you came home plastered last weekend, you had tried to kiss him as he helped you in to your bed.

"Johnny," you happily cried, throwing your arms around his neck when he opened the apartment door you were struggling to unlock.

"'M drunk," you slurred with a giggle, struggling to stand upright and he wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

"I can tell," he chuckled, as he tried to walk you down the hall to your bedroom, your feet uncooperative in your strappy heels.

"Toooo much tequila," you whined as you fumbled again before he picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bed, setting you down gently on the edge. You bit your lip when you got a full view of him as he stood back up; hair tussled, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, his bare chest that you wanted to sink your teeth into, and that smirk that always did you in. He kneeled down and started to undo the straps on your shoes and you tossed yourself back on the bed, hands over your face as you groaned, "Why d'you have to be stupid sexy all the time?"

He laughed again and placed your feet up on the bed, "Oh, you are gonna be so hungover tomorrow," he helped you get under the cover and was pulling them up when you made grabby hands at him with a pout. He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his lips as he leaned down to give you a hug, but you pulled on his neck, bringing his face to yours, "I want you," you whispered, inching closer. He sighed, closing his eyes and rested his forehead on yours, "God, I wish you'd say that when you're sober." He reached up and took your hands off his neck, whispering "goodnight, y/n," and walked out of your room. He heard you sniffle as he closed the door.

You woke to the smell of bacon and emerged from your bed with a splitting headache, in search of coffee. Your embarrassment from last night's rejection is evident in the ruined mascara and tear tracks under your eyes when you caught a look at yourself in the mirror as you changed into sweats. All you could remember was that you made your move and he rejected you.

"Ah, she lives," Johnny said with a smile, sliding a plate of his famous hangover cure breakfast to you as you sat down at the island in the kitchen. You moaned, head in hands, voice cracking as you asked for coffee. He was already sliding a cup to you. You took a sip, and hid your smile behind your favorite mug, it was just the way you like it.

"So," he started, trying to be nonchalant, placing the dirty pans in the sink as you dug in to your food, "tequila, huh? Did you black out again?"

You thought for a minute as you chewed, trying to piece together your hazy memory of the night before. The silence making him nervous.

"Shit," you sighed, his hands stilled in the soapy water, "I think I tried to make out with one of the bouncers at Mick's. Fuck. I am never going drinking with Kristi again. I don't even remember coming home." His shoulders fell a little as he began scrubbing again.

"I-, uh, I didn't do anything stupid when I got home, did I?" You asked hesitantly. He put the clean pan on the drying rack and turned to face you with a soft smile, "Nah, Peach, you were fine. I mean, besides you falling in those crazy heels every two seconds, you were fine." He turned back to the dirty dishes. Fuck.

But now. Now, you were so fucking close to breaking. His bare thigh was pressed up against yours and watching the deckhand and chief stew on the reality show make out in a hot tub was doing nothing to stop your thirst. You tried to be subtle as you squeezed your thighs together trying to quell the throbbing in your clit, the action not going unnoticed by Johnny. His crystal blue iris' a thin line around his lust blown pupils as he threw one arm on the back of the couch, his other across his lap to try and hide his growing erection. You cleared your throat and shifted, practically squirming in your soaked panties.

"You okay, Peach?" He husked, leaning closer.

You turned to him, locking eyes, "don't call me that," but there was no bite in your words. His eyes drifted down to your lips when you ran your tongue over them. Your chest rising at a quicker pace the longer he stared and when you bit your lip his hand that was on the couch was on your neck, gently pulling your towards him. "Tell me you want this, Y/N," he whispered, eyes searching yours.

"I want you, Johnny," you echoed your words from the weekend before and in an instant his lips were on yours. Soft and needy and urgent. His other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into his lap, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as you moaned into his mouth. He tasted minty as you tongues explored each other, his hands sliding up and down your sides and when you sucked his tongue into your mouth he groaned, grabbing your hips to grind you over his cock. You could feel his hard length through the thin leggings you wore as his towel slipped away, making your pussy clench around nothing.

"Holy shit," the words came out before you could stop them when you pulled back and looked down, his large cock, bigger than any you've had before, twitching under your gaze and leaking pre cum, making your mouth water.

"Like what you see, Peach?"

Your half-lidded eyes meeting his, "I told you," you simpered as you got off his lap and on to your knees in front of him, your hands running up his thighs as he spread them when you leaned forward, "Don't. Call. Me. Peach."

You licked from the base of his cock, running your tongue up the thick vein to his leaking tip, his taste heady as you took him in your mouth. A quiet "fuck," falling from his lips when you you looked up at him through your lashes as you took him as deep as you could, his tip hitting the back of your throat and you swallowed around him, your hand wrapping around what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You swirled your tongue along his vein and hummed when he began gathering your hair away from your face, gently urging you to move. His eyes rolled back in his head as you slowly came back up stopping to run your tongue over his slit and you felt his thighs shake. You swirled your tongue around his tip one last time before bobbing your head and working the rest of his length with your hand in tandem. "Oh shit, just like that baby," his voice a low and desperate, his grip in your hair tightened as you began gagging on his thick cock, drool spilling down your hand and onto his balls.

You hummed, feeling his cock get incredibly hard, his moans and grunt above you making your chest swell with pride and he asked, "Can I cum in your mouth, baby?" You nodded your head as best you could before he groaned again and a slew of profanities falling from him as ropes of his cum shoot down your throat as you tried your best to swallow all of it.

You pulled off of him with a pop. He growled, pulling you up into his lap again and bringing your lips to his in a heated kiss, tasting himself on your tongue as he squeezed your ass.

"My turn to taste you," he whispered against your lips, slowly lowering you to lay down on the couch. He sat back, pulling your leggings and panties down and bringing a finger to your glistening cunt.

"Is all this for me, Peach?"

You nodded your head as he ran two fingers up the cut of you making your breath hitch, gathering your juices and bringing them to his mouth. He moaned at your taste, "always knew you'd taste amazing."

He ran his fingertips up your thighs as he leaned down, lifting your legs over his shoulders and kissing down the soft skin of your inner thigh, making your tummy swoop with anticipation. He grazed his teeth just above where you needed him most, making you whine, "Please, Johnny."

"Don't worry, Peach. I'll take good care of this pretty little pussy," he husks, his breath ghosting over your pulsing clit before he spit on it, watching his saliva drip down your folds, your breathing becoming rapid and he hadn't even put his mouth on you yet.

You inhaled sharply as he finally put you out of your misery, running his tongue from your leaking hole to your clit, swirling it and then latching his lips around and sucking. Your cries and moans of "ohmygod," and "fuck yes! Right there," egging him on as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your swollen bud, you fingers carding through his short hair, heat blooming in your core as he brought you closer to bliss.

Johnny spread his hand over your tummy to still your hips, his other tracing around your glistening lips before he sank two thick fingers into you, searching for that soft, spongy spot that made your toes curl. "Don't stop!" You cried as he found it, "I'm so close."

He moved his fingers and tongue faster, your body going ridged as your orgasm spread fire through your veins and you held his face to your pussy. "Yesyesyesfucksogood," your words slurred together as he worked you through your high, drinking in your juices.

He pulled back, taking a deep breath, "Damn, Peach," he smiled as you both caught your breath. He pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt, making you whine at the empty feeling.

"I need to feel you wrapped around my cock and have you do that again," he said as he crawled up your body, stopping to lift your shirt and brought his mouth to your nipple, biting it causing a thin keen to leave your lips.

"Fuck yes," you replied, pushing him up to sit on the couch as you straddle his lap, slipping your tongue in his mouth as you grind your pussy over his massive cock. His hands grip your ass before he slides them up your back, lifting your shirt as they go and you pull back so he can take it off of you.

"God, you're so beautiful," he brushes his thumbs over your hard nipples, a shiver running down your spine before kissing him again, and you can't wait any longer, you needed to feel him inside you. He couldn't wait either, one hand on his cock, the other moving to your hip to guide you down on to him, watching each other as you feel him stretch your soft walls, the pain and pleasure mixing has your head going light. He pulls you down, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt, your pussy fluttering around him, a choked moan falling from your lips and his grip on your hip bruising.

"Fuck, you're so big. I don't know if I can-" you shudder as you begin to circle your hips.

"Oh yes you can, Peach. You're taking me so well," he brushes a few hairs from your face, his hand coming to rest on your neck, pulling you back to his lips as he whispered, "just like I knew you would."

He kissed you as he slammed his hips up to yours, then slowly pulled back out, leaving just the tip as your pussy tried to suck him back in. Both of his hands fell to your ass as you whined, trying to wiggle back down on his fat cock. "Awe, is my Peach needy," he squeezed your ass, keeping you in place and kneading the supple flesh, "use your words, baby."

And here you thought you being on top would mean you were in control.

You bite your lip, tipping your head back and closing your eyes as you whine again.

"Don't get all shy on me now, Peach," he whispers before bringing his lips to your collar bone as you rake your nails over his shoulders.

You bring your eyes back to his, any other coherent thought leaving your mind before you practically yell "Fuck me, Johnny." And oh he is happy to oblige. A grin spreads over his lips as he slams you back down and you cry out, both his hands coming up to cup your breasts as you begin to bounce. You can feel every ridge of his cock as your walls flutter around his hard length. A familiar heat begins to spread in your core, the coil twisting tighter as you feel your high approaching. He brings his thumb down to rub harsh circles on your sensitive bud and his mouth to your peeked nipple, biting hard as he moans. The sensations overwhelming as the coil snaps and you cry out his name as he fucks you through your high. His hips stutter as he wraps his arms around you, groaning when he paints your walls with his seed, making you cum again, your hips moving on their own accord over his sensitive cock as he shudders as after shocks roll through your body.

"Holy shit, Peach," he groans, leaning his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. You smile, "I told you," you give him a quick kiss, "don't call me Peach."

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