The Other Girl *Johnny Storm x Reader* 2/3
Summary: You’re the other girl to a guy who just doesn’t give a crap about you, although pretends to. You meet Storm on a night out, who for a night helps you think you’re over being the other girl, but you end up in a bigger dilemma.
Word Count: 1809
Warnings: Explicit (+18) Sex, oral (M) receiving, is there such thing as a Heat Kink? If so, this is it! & cocky Johnny Storm is a warning within himself.
A/N: The feedback from the first part was… overwhelming. I was writing this for myself because I was fed up of people going on, and on, to me about other things. Thank you for allowing me to write this. Also, thank you to @my-spidey-senses for encouraging me to write this and further more, tell me I should continue it! - Rosalie
You woke up feeling immensely hot, very hot. Too hot to be considered normal. The weight of a body beside you, an arm settled across your stomach and breathing on the back of your neck. You stilled for a moment, not remembering much from last night but slowly the tension slipped away. Johnny Storm. He had come home with you last night, it would also explain why you feel so hot.
His hands were everywhere but also nowhere, his faint touch leaving a scorching hot feeling in their wake. His lips were connected to your collarbone, kissing you gently; his lips hot too. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, his hot touches or just him that was making you lose control this fast… maybe it was all three at once.
His hands trailed down your body, pulling the zip of the dress you wore with them. The top slipped down and bunched at your waist, legs hooked around his waist still, he didn’t seem to like that and tore the dress off your body letting the torn fabric fall haphazardly to the floor.
Before you can yell at him, his hot hands are on your breasts. “I’ll buy you a new dress.” This must be a regular thing for him to say. You can’t respond and instead a moan slips past your kiss swollen lips, his chuckle vibrates against your chest and you want to smack him but his hands are too good that all words escape you. His lips work along the tops of your breasts, his hands holding your hips tightly to the wall, his fingertips are burning hot but it feels so good.
You open your eyes glancing at him, his dark blonde hair is ruffled and he’s still fully dressed. You wondered how that happened, how you are in just your panties and he’s still in the red blazer and jeans still. You start to push the blazer down his toned arms, he doesn’t comply with your silent request for him to be naked. Instead, his hands slide down to hold your thighs, gripping the flesh tightly as his tongue works your nipple. It’s like every part of him is on fire, yet he isn’t. His tongue, hands, body are rising in temperature but not enough to hurt you… enough to make it on the verge of too hot to handle.
You felt the soft mattress of your bed hit your back, you frowned lightly, when did Johnny start moving and how the fuck did he know where your room was? Before you could ask such questions, Johnny had started to undress. You watched with anticipation as he took off his jacket and shirt. His toned torso on display, glittering with a light sheen of sweat. He started to unbuckle his belt but your hands replaced his own, tugging the leather through the belt loops. He was smirking as you knelt on the bed, unzipping his pants and tugging them quickly down his thighs along with his boxers.
You raised your eyebrows at his impressive length, standing to attention and already leaking precum. You grinned inwardly to yourself, this was going to be a long, fun night, for you both. You lift a delicate hand and wrap it around the base, smirking at the sharp intake of breath he takes. You want to roll your eyes at the fact even his dick is hot to the touch, you momentarily wondered if he knew he was getting this hot if in fact, this was just a reaction to him getting excited and he simply didn’t know he was rising in temperature. Shrugging to yourself, letting all thoughts leave your head, you leant forward and licked from base to tip. He let out a long, loud groan from the back of his throat, hands threading into your hair and lightly thrusting his hips at you.
You wrap your lips around the head, letting your hand do most of the work on his length, lightly bobbing up and down to a slow rhythm in your head. His lights grunts and moans of ‘fuck’ turned you on, even more, encouraging you to take more of him and speed up the pace you set. His hands gripped your hair tightly, borderline painful. You kept lightly sucking the head, hand jerking him hard and fast. His choked moans filled the bedroom along with the light swallows, and slick sound from your mouth.
You knew he was close by the fact he started stuttering and gasping a lot more. His hands clenching your hair in his hands, his hips thrusting into your mouth and hand. “S-stop! I’m gonna cum.” He managed to choke out, not that you listened to him though. In fact, it just made you suck harder hallowing your cheeks and taking him deeper till he hit the back of your throat.
He pulled you off his dick, you breathed heavily as he still had a hold of your hair. You grinned as he tried to regain his composure, his breathing laboured and chest heaving to try and get air back into lungs.
You knelt back up, almost the same height as him and pulled him in for a kiss. His tongue slipping past your lips, deepening the kiss and fighting for dominance with your own, his hands travelled down the length of your body. Toying with the lace of your panties, hands roaming around and holding your ass, the warmth of his hands travelled up your spine and warmed your entire body.
He laid you down on the bed, prying your panties off with an ever growing smirk, you rolled your eyes gently. He teased you slowly, he spent, you don’t even know how long, teasing you till you were ready; despite you being more than ready before his excessive teasing.
“God,” Johnny breathed. “You’re beautiful,” he muttered against your skin. You flushed instantly, you weren’t meant to hear him judging by the way he whispered it.
He lined himself up at your entrance and pushed inside, you moaned loudly, not caring for your neighbours. He started off a slow pace, although he couldn’t control himself and soon he was fucking you hard, fast and brutally into the mattress of your bed. Headboard banging against the wall, hands either side of your head, your legs locked around his waist. Your moans were the only sound you could muster plus the loud slapping of skin.
You slowly push his arm off of your waist, sucking in a breath as you feel him roll over. You silently get up, padding across to the bathroom that’s connected to your room, slowly closing the door and trying not to wake him up. You sighed gently as you turned around, naked back against the cool wooden door. You couldn’t believe that you actually had sex with Johnny Storm last night, not that you regretted it but… it was different. A good different.
He said and done things that you haven’t experienced in awhile, the way he held you and touched you. He ignited a fire inside you, as corny as it sounds, he made you feel alive. That you truly mattered, something he never has done. You shake your head, pushing off the door and towards the sink, splashing cold water on your face. You glanced up to the mirror, bruises and red marks littered your body. You frowned at the marks on your hips, not bruises, red hand prints. You touched them lightly with your own fingertips, they felt slightly hot. You released a chuckle, it’s like you had sunburn but from Johnny’s hands!
You grabbed the purple silk robe from the hook, tying it around your body and exiting the bathroom to see the bed empty. You could faintly hear the coffee pot going, you take a few breaths before walking out of your room and towards the kitchen where Johnny is sat shirtless. He glances up and gives a small smile, almost shy in the way he does it.
“Morning.” He calls softly, voice still laced with sleep. “I didn’t know if you wanted coffee or anything but I got it going, just in case.” You smiled and nodded, “didn’t know where the mugs were and didn’t want to snoop.”
You chuckled and headed straight to the top cupboard, grabbing two blue mugs and poured the now freshly brewed coffee. “Didn’t have you down as the ‘stay for coffee guy’. Thought you would have left by now.” You pushed the mug to him, sitting opposite blowing on your own mug of coffee. Watching as Johnny instantly took a big gulp, not even flinching at the steaming coffee that must be going down his throat.
“Not the first time I’ve heard that.” He admits, “I always like to stick around for a bit, it might just be sex for some but it’s still intimate and leaving straight after always felt… rude or that I was guilty about it.” You smiled slightly at that, “I can leave if you want me to though, completely understand if I surpassed the welcome.”
You shake your head. “No, I just- he… never stuck around after. Always had to leave,” you sighed, kicking yourself for bringing him up again. Your eyes drifted down to the black liquid in front of you, steam floating up and dragging the bitter smell of coffee with it.
The conversation drifted to other things, small talk of random uninteresting things. Till you got a text, from him too.
‘What you up to? Can I come see you? - Ash
“Remember what I taught you last night?” Johnny asked you dragged your eyes up to meet his with a frown. “Tell him no, that you’re busy.” You sighed and your fingers hovered over the keypad, you wanted to do what Johnny said but you also wanted to see him. “Trust me, he’s a guy, being rejected will be a new concept to him. Especially by the girl who always says yes to him, it’ll be worth it.”
You nod, biting your bottom lip and typing out a quick, simple response.
‘Sorry, busy. Some other time.’
You looked up at Johnny who was grinning over his mug of coffee before you could say anything a ‘ping’ from your phone grabbed your attention. He never replied this fast, not even a minute after you sent the message. Johnny chuckled as your expression, you shake your head. “He never replies this fast…” you trailed off, wanting to reply to his message, which was asking why you couldn’t see him.
“I told you,” Johnny smiled. “It’s sometimes great to say no, trust me.”
“Now what do I do?” You frown looking at Johnny, he quirks an eyebrow your way, an amused smile gracing his face as he stares back at you. You shift uncomfortably under his stare, he eventually looks away to his coffee before looking at you again.
“Now… you live your fucking life.” He chuckles with you. “Go out, do something fun. Do what you did last night, hook up with people. Hang with other friends, find a hobby. Prove to yourself that you can be more than the other girl,” he smiles a little and you nod, taking in his words.
(I’d just like to say, thank you, for allowing me to write stuff that I want to. I love writing but sometimes, a few series, can become a chore and I never want any of them to turn into that. I love all my series and getting sick of them, is something I can’t let happen, so thank you for letting me take a short break to write this. It’s helped. - Rosalie)
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