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Late for Dinner

Johnny Storm x fem!Reader

Summary: The one thing that Johnny Storm did not know how to be was on time. But it’s hard to resent a man that takes you on dates and makes you feel good in bed.

Tags: no Fantastic Four: First Steps spoilers, angst, smut (MDNI), ever so slight dom!Johnny, reader and Johnny are in a relationship

A/N: I know I haven’t written on this blog in like legit years but my Johnny Storm hyperfixation is rampant right now and I needed to write him.

You watched the television with intent, eyes glued to the little box in the windowsill of an electronics shop. People were gathered around the small corner store, watching with you as the Fantastic Four were plastered on the screen, saving the city from evil yet again. There were murmurs and hushed whispers of intrigue and concern, hoping that The Four would be able to defeat Mole Man yet again. But as you watched, your eyes were fixed on the ball of flame that was soaring through the sky. Johnny Storm himself.

So that’s why he didn’t call me back this morning, you thought to yourself and bit your cheek in annoyance.

With a huff, you made your way out of the crowd and headed back to your apartment. It was understandable that as a member of The Fantastic Four, Johnny was a busy man. When he wasn’t in the streets saving the city, he was busy with all the interviews for magazines and photoshoots for ads that came along with being a superhero. Even when he was in the Baxter Building, he was typically busy helping plan for their next space expedition or annoying Reed in his lab.

It was understandable that Johnny was too preoccupied to even think about you, even though he’s the one who wanted to be in a relationship with you in the first place.

The resentment started to seep its way into your bones as you stepped into your apartment and locked the door behind you. After hanging up your coat and putting your bag down, you sat on the couch and clicked on the TV, hoping for a distraction from the mess that was your relationship. Plastered on every channel was the press conference with The Fantastic Four after what seemed to be a successful mission. You grunted and threw your head back, clicking the remote to turn the TV off.

The sun was just now beginning to set over the horizon of the city and colors of orange and purple were painted beautifully across the sky. You were supposed to have dinner plans with Johnny but that apparently wasn’t happening. If you couldn’t get a call back, there was no way that he would remember to come over for dinner. He was too busy being his perfect self for the rest of the world.

Thoughts swam around your mind as you cooked yourself dinner. Was this the end of your relationship? Was that the reason why he wasn’t calling you back? You and Johnny had only been dating for a few months but you still felt that large sense of connection. When he was present, he was sweet and caring, wanting to cater to your every want and need. At his core he was a good partner and he did what he could to show it. It just hurt when he was forgetful and distracted.

A knock on the door snapped you out of your thoughts. You placed the spoon down on the counter and wiped your hands on a dishtowel before walking over to open it.

Johnny stood on the other side of the door dressed casually in jeans and a blue t-shirt, holding a bouquet of roses. He offered a soft and apologetic smile and you rolled your eyes at him before opening the door fully to let him in. He shut the door gently behind you both, watching as you walked back to the kitchen to get back to cooking.

“You’re late.” You gritted and stirred the pasta with your back toward him.

Johnny placed the bouquet of roses down on the counter and stepped toward you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Things just got busy and I–”

“I know. Superhero stuff.” You sighed.

The tension was thick in the air as his eyes scanned you over. You continued to cook and go about your business, but it was clear that the wheels were turning in his head.

“Listen, if you don’t want this, I can leave.” Johnny said, his tone low and serious.

You turned, eyes burning into him as you stepped forward. How could he say that? How could he just assume that because you were mad at him, that meant you didn’t want a relationship. You took a breath to try to keep it together before speaking, trying to make sure that the emotions didn’t overtake you.

“You didn’t call me back this morning. Then I see you running around the city saving everyone and getting interviewed because you’re so perfect and you’re such a hero and all the girls love you. Meanwhile, you can’t even take the time to call the girl who you just slept with not even twenty-four hours ago.” You seethed and glared at him.

The words seemed to cut deep because Johnny closed his eyes and took a breath before muttering, “I knew this would happen.”

“What?”

“That my job would get in the way of this.” He stepped forward, his body now mere inches from yours. “Get in the way of us.”

Silence filled the room for a moment as you stared at each other. Part of you wanted to reach out to touch his arm, but the other part of you was still so pissed at him that you wanted nothing to do with him. His brown eyes scanned your face yet again, analyzing and trying to figure out what to say next.

“I know that I’ve been busy and I’m sorry.” Johnny spoke in almost a whisper. “I want to make it up to you. To show you that I’m still in this as much as you are.”

He softly placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. His touch alone made all of that anger and resentment slowly start melting away, especially when his face became close enough that you could feel his breath. Slowly, his lips came down to meet yours and his kiss consumed you. You melted into his touch and an arm wrapped around your waist to catch you.

You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss. In a swift motion, he lifted you so you were sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs. Heat began to seep into your core as Johnny began to kiss down your neck, occasionally biting and sucking at your soft skin.

“I have to cook.” You breathed out.

“We’ll get takeout.” He muttered against your skin, reaching out to then turn the stove off so the apartment didn’t burn down but wasting no time to put his hands back on you.

You had to give him credit, Johnny Storm had a damn talented mouth. From the hickies and marks that were left all over your neck to the way that your shirt and bra were suddenly off and he was licking and sucking at your breasts. The man wasted no time making sure that your pleasure came first. While his mouth worked one nipple, his fingers pinched and pulled at the other, causing you to roll your head back with a pleasured sigh.

“I’m going to make it up to you, sweetheart.” Johnny reiterated and then lightly nipped at the underside of your breast. “I want to make you feel good.”

You watched as his hands unbuttoned your pants and he pulled them off in a swift motion. He roughly pulled your hips to the edge of the counter, lips continuing to trail down your body, moving to your core.

He made eye contact with you as he dropped to his knees and spread your legs. This was one hell of an apology, but it was one that you were already loving. Johnny kissed your inner thighs, inching closer and closer to your core. You reached down and ran your hands through his hair, gripping his head ever so slightly.

He swiped his tongue up your pussy slowly, savoring the taste of you before getting to work. The tip of his tongue circled your clit and your back arched, causing a low chuckle to escape him. He leaned in, lips capturing around your clit and giving a harsh suck. Moans and whines started to come out of you as Johnny gripped your hips tight and began to work your core with his mouth.

How could you even think of being mad at him when his mouth felt this good? All of the tension left your body and all you could focus on was pure ecstasy.

Johnny’s eyes scanned locked with yours as his tongue circled your entrance. You gripped his hair tight and bucked your hips into him, craving more. He obliged, plunging his tongue into you with a satisfied hum.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” You whispered.

He let out a low chuckle and went back to sucking on your clit. Slowly, his fingers lifted and his middle finger began to circle your entrance. A breathy moan came from you as he began to push into you slowly, his finger curling, so close to that sweet spot.

“Johnny,” You moaned out and arched into him. “More. Please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He obliged by sinking his finger all the way into you. There was a smirk that formed on his lips when he saw your little reactions to what he did to you, especially when he had you literally wrapped around his finger like this.

Pressure began to build in the pit of your stomach and you knew that it was only a matter of time before your pleasure spilled over. His mouth felt so good and that mixed with him adding a second finger only made your orgasm creep closer. Johnny could tell that you were close and he was clearly anticipating seeing you come for him. His eyes scanned you as he sucked harder on your clit.

“Come for me, baby.” He commanded softly.

With the curl of his fingers, you came hard, feeling euphoria wash over you. You rode the wave with shaking legs and breath heavy as Johnny coaxed you through it, fingers and mouth still working overtime. His small praises only made you want to work yourself up and come for him again.

“Such a good girl for me.” Johnny praised and kissed the inside of your thigh before standing. His fingers still pumped in and out of you slowly as he stood between your legs and kissed your lips.

You whined when he pulled his fingers out of you, but he just chuckled and licked them clean. He glanced at your wet pussy before meeting your gaze once more.

“I figured you might want something else.” Johnny said, unzipping his jeans and pulling his length out.

He pumped his cock slowly, a smirk on his lips as he noticed your fixation on him. The one thing about Johnny Storm was that he was big. Long enough to hit all of those sweet spots over and over again but girthy enough to stretch you out. Not even your own toys would satisfy the craving of his cock deep inside you.

Johnny positioned himself between your legs and pressed his tip into you slowly. He swore underneath his breath and gripped your hips tight, clearly feeling the same heated pleasure that you did. His lips came down onto yours, sloppily kissing you as he sank into you further.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” He muttered in a shaky breath. “So good and tight for me.”

Once he was fully inside of you, he pressed his forehead to yours and took a moment to adjust. You gave him a small nod, encouraging him to move. Slowly, Johnny began to thrust in and out, breath hitching every time you took him all the way. You gripped his shoulders tightly and dug your nails into his muscles, loving the fullness of his cock.

“Johnny,” You moaned and reached up to run your fingers through your hair. You locked eyes with him as he stretched you out so well, that heat building in your belly once again. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Such a good girl for me, taking me all the way.” His pace began to pick up and sweat beaded on his forehead. It was clear that Johnny was loving this just as much as you were and by the look of it, it wouldn’t be long before he would be coming undone inside of you. After all, it had been a long day for him and he had almost gone a whole twenty-four hours without fucking you. That was too long for even him.

His thumb came down to circle your clit as he pounded into you, causing you to gasp. His grip on you was tight and his pace was now merciless. Johnny Storm needed to fuck you and he would be dammed if he didn’t get what he wanted. His grunts of pleasure only made that coil in your stomach grow tighter, just begging for release.

“Don’t come just yet.” Johnny commanded, somehow sensing that you were already close. “I want you to come with me, baby.”

With his thumb circling your clit, it was becoming hard to hold onto control. The man in front of you knew just what to do to make you feel euphoric and yet he wanted, no, needed you to wait. His pace was becoming sloppy and rough and you could tell that he was starting to lose himself in his own pleasure. His grip was definitely going to leave bruises on your hip, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling, being with him.

“Come on,” Johnny breathed out. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

It was like a cord snapped within you both. You clenched around him, that familiar wave of ecstasy coming over you yet again, but this time it came along with him filling you. Johnny groaned and continued to thrust into you as he came. For a moment you both just breathed and existed, your head fuzzy with the aftermath of your orgasm.

Johnny leaned in to kiss you, his hot and labored breath fanning against your face. He reluctantly pulled out of you, slow and careful, then looked down to look at the mess that he made out of you.

A cocky grin found its way onto his lips. “So do you want pizza for dinner?”

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