Blood-Stained Snow - John Wick x fem!reader *18+ smut*
TW/Contents: blood (obvi) not used as lube but tasted,somewhat rough handling nothing crazy tho dw, pre-established relationship, sweet john is canon to me, semi-public smut, creampie. Plot: You agree to go with John to Hallstat but whilst you guys are waiting for the Ballerina to either fail or kill. Ya'll get f r e a k y. 18+ smut. word count 2.2k
It was an easy decision for you to agree to help John, especially given his recent betrayal. Your allegiance to the high table was always feeble at best anyway. So, when he came limping to you looking like he lost a fight with twenty flights of stairs, you happily agreed to help without even knowing what that would even involve. Getting one up on the high table would be a great achievement to have under your belt anyway.
Whilst on the train to Hallstat, John filled you in that The Director had asked him to retrieve the ballerina before she could cause an all-out war between factions. Obviously, John could and would deal with this issue without your help, lord knows heâs accomplished more with less before anyway. Your being there was out of convenience since straight after this, youâd be starting your travels straight to Tokyo. You had just wanted to tag along to the once complete mystery that is The Cult, and impressive story that would surely be brought up when youâre next at the bar with fellow fiends.
When you had both arrived John steps out of the train and sets off to hunt down Eve. The man of few words disappears into the snowy canvas of the surrounding hills, as I go in search of the watch tower. A position youâd both had established and discussed on the train. You would be stationed and acting as a further way of observation. Thanks to the agreement between The Director and Chancellor you had free reign of the watchtower (ignoring the few bodies that laid strewn on the stairs behind you). Easily making your way up to the top of the tower, you decide to take a cheeky look at the disgustingly attractive hitman currently and quickly strutting towards your current location. As you were still watching him through the telescope, your phone chimes with a notification for a brief message from John, he explained that they had come to an agreement and that she had until midnight to finish her âtaskâ before John would get âinvolvedâ. Â An overly simplified answer you had grown accustomed to.
When John had made it to the top of the tower you took note of his split lip, an injury he already had before arriving at Hallstat but after the fight with the ballerina it had appeared reopened. âAgain?â you ask in jest, you take for granted heâd understand to what youâre referring to and after his grunt of (what you assume is agreement) you surmise that yes, he did understand.
Thus began a slow and painstaking watch of the clock as the ballerina danced around a crunching time frame. Giving you, unfortunately, time to think.
John very rarely asked or accepted help in any sense of the word, but your connections reached countries youâre sure heâs only spoken two words in total in. You saw John asking for your assistance with contacts as one of the only niceties heâd ever granted for himself, saving himself from needless conversations with people he doesnât respect. He admired your ability to chat to people so easily, heâd seen you diffuse situations he was willing to shoot his way out of.
The melodic sounds of gunfire drifted through the crisp winter air, reaching you ears and lulling you into an odd feeling of contentedness. The knowledge that Eve was still massacring her way through this weird village cult meant more time of watching John laid down watching her through the scope. His suit leaving little to the imagination for his strong physic. John ever the hyper aware trained killer, looked over his shoulder to watch your unabashed stares. âI see youâve not changedâ thereâs a gentle lilt to his voice that you indulge yourself in believing is teasing. âWhat can I sayâ you utter somewhat quietly with a soft shrug of your shoulders to accompany the statement.
You and Johns relationship was a non-comital and an occasional source of comfort. Although you to hadnât slept together since John had started dating what ended up being his future wife, or after her terrible passing. There had been an organic and healthy end to your escapades together, a sweet understanding that all you could offer him was a carnal desire and not a concrete future. Youâre drive to excel through the ranks had been the defining factor for your commitment issues.
After a few beats of silently staring at each other, you admit something youâve kept close to your chest âIâve missed youâ. John the master of unreadable reactions, blinks and inhales somewhat deeply. âYeah?â you canât tell if itâs a question, but you proceed on the understanding it most definitely was. âOf course.â a small smile graces your face, a sight John admittedly missed. âI missed you too, although not how I imagine you missed meâ Johnâs cheeky remark causes a short laugh that escapes you and you see a smirk crack its way onto John face. A memory youâll be sure to keep locked away with all the others of him. âDo you really think that low of me!â you ask in faux shock, you even slap a hand against where your heart hammers in your chest to truly sell the image. John snorts but cuts of his short-lived chortle by saying âNo, but Iâve seen the way your thighs have been squeezing together since weâve caught up on the trainâ John fully turns to you now, resting on his elbows in what looks like an uncomfortable position. As if your body wanted to prove his point your thighs squeeze together, blaming the action on the deep rumble of his voice and the fact his eyes that havenât looked away from your form. âDid you want to do something about it?â John asks before giving your brain a chance to catch up and ask the exact same thing. Theres a haze of guilt that fogs your brain, so you decide to ask, âAre you sure that you want to?â your voice is gentle and carries sweetly across the silent space. John cocks his head, his hair falling into his eyeâs. âI wouldnât have asked cĐ°Đ»ĐŸĐŽĐșĐ°Ńâ and the second heâd finished saying his old term of endearment in his mother tongue, you caved.
You slowly slid down from the box you had been perched on, landing softly on your knees you fell forward once more. Now on your hands also, you crawl your way over to him, ensuring that thereâs a gentle sway to your hips. On your way over his tall, lean body you take a note of his half hard cock. It strains alluringly against his all-black slacks. You come to stop after youâre fully above him. John lets his head fall back so he can more comfortably look up at you, he shifts himself to be propped up against the wall he has his sniper rifle set up on. Now better supported John slides his hand to rest at the base of your skull; you can feel how his hand dwarfs the size of your head a fact that you hadnât forgotten from years ago. He firmly drags your head down to meet your lips in an animalistic make out of clashing teeth and fighting tongues. You take note of the dull pain that starts to bloom in your knees, so you softly sit back and perch yourself above his now rock-hard cock. A motion that has both of you groaning into each otherâs mouthâs. During the deep intake of breath you take note of the faint taste of blood on your tongue, you take a quick peek at him before he can drag you back to his mouth: you see his split lip, now even more swollen. Blood had started to trickle slowly down his chin, if John could feel it, he showed no signs of it.
Without much though you leaned down, John matching you and going to meet your lips in the middle but, you change your direction. Instead, your tongue meets the small trickle of blood, following its path to his bottom lip where you plant a peck where the injury lies. John groans and grits his teeth before once again carding a hand through your hair to ensure you canât pull away so easily from his kiss again. John tastes his blood on your tongue, a taste that he knows all too wellbut under this new circumstance, excited him more than he cared to ever voice.
Johnâs unoccupied hand must grow bored as you feel it trail from the fat of your upper thigh to rest on the side of your ass cheek. He squeezes the cheek harshly and uses it as a convenient handle to get you to start grinding against his dick again. You get the message and start a rhythm that gets both of you groaning into each otherâs mouths again. Your hand drifts from his chest to the zip of his slacks, quickly ridding the obstacles from your end goal. With his dick now free from his constraints you pull away from his kiss to stand up (much to his dismay) as you start to quickly take off your thermal leggings. A task you surmise wouldâve been far too difficult if still perched prettily on his lap.
Hyper aware of the prickly cold bite of the snow around you and the ever-dwindling time frame. You sit back on top of him quickly, one of his hands fly to your hip in a tight grip whilst his other hand guides his cock into your wet pussy. The realisation that you had been ready for this way before any notion of it even being on the table, shouldâve been embarrassing, but in truth, you would always be ready for him at the drop of a spent bullet shell.
Feeling his impressive length slowly sink into you was euphoric, the blunt head of his cock already nudging your g spot. An impressive feat that only he had ever seemed to of mastered. You quickly keen forward, moaning wantonly into his ear. You plant your face into his neck to muffle any more sounds that wanted to escape you, briefly getting to smell his distinctive scent of gun powder and cologne youâve never seen him apply. His now free hand flies up to your jaw where he roughly guideâs your lips to meet in another teeth clashing make out.
With you sufficiently distracted John sets a brutal pace, thrusting up into you in quick bursts where in-between kisses and gasping for breath he grunts with exertion. With every kiss you can still taste the tang of his blood, a taste that turns you on more. You assume he knows as youâre convinced you can feel him smirk when you suck on his split bottom lip. But as further proof John can also feel your walls fluttering around his dick, an action that he regrets is making him feel close already. âfuckâ he grunts out into your gasping mouth, âYou close?â you ask softly. John just offers a gruff Mhm in response. You take Johns hand that had been sat stationary at your neck and guide his long fingers down to your throbbing clit. Immediately you moan into the air, his fingers take up an as brutal of a pace as his thrusts. Causing you to seize up around him. You feel your orgasm creeping up faster than you had anticipated, you try to warn him your just as close you imagine he is now but struggle to get the worlds out as he flips you over onto your back. The rocky ground takes skin off your back but before you can even register the discomfort you fall over the edge, his fingers still making quick movements on your clit. Your own hand leaving crescent shape gauges in his lower neck.
John whole body shudders to a stop. His hands moving to hold your hip give rhythmic squeezes to help ground the both of you. âfuckâ you breath softly and as much as it kills you, you give a knowing pat to his hands. But to your heartbreaking surprise instead of him removing them he flips his palms over and holds them instead. His eyes land on yours and in a moment of heartfelt weakness you lean up and softly peck his swollen lips. âWe should check what the ballerina is doing Johnâ his forehead falls onto yours; you ignore the sweat that clings there as he grunts in agreement. A smile graces you face as you sneak a final peck and feel him pull away from you fully. Youâre worried that the cold winter air would be the only thing to wrap around you now, but Johns hands pull you up and he cleans you up the best he can under the circumstances. You take note that he hasnât even righted himself yet and where after all of that itâs him that steals a peck from you before turning around and zipping himself up. He goes back to looking through the scope of the sniper rifle to you completely unphased, but on Johns face a small smile cracks across his face.
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