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hold my hand masterlist ♡
warning: Hold My Hand is an explicit work of fiction, and is intended for audiences 18+
Under the cut are all of the chapters of hmh so far, along with Instagram edits and playlists. I will be adding to it with every update. BOLD indicates newest chapter. AO3
Chapters: 1 2&3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194
Instagram AU: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26
Playlists: HMH playlist John’s bookbinding playlist
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Hold My Hand: John Wick & Reader Chapter 1
Summary: You’re living in Mill Neck with your two best friends, and one day while at the mailbox, you bump into a mysterious man and his dog. Warnings: none for this chapter, but it does get nsfw eventually.
As you make your way out to the mailbox you see a dog running your way. Before you know it, he’s jumping on you, paws on your chest, tail going a mile a minute and you hear a deep voice calling out to him.
“Bleu, get down!”
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I’m like 8 years late but I’m starting now…
8 years later and i’m still writing it 😭 enjoy!!
hold my hand masterlist ♡
warning: Hold My Hand is an explicit work of fiction, and is intended for audiences 18+
Under the cut are all of the chapters of hmh so far, along with Instagram edits and playlists. I will be adding to it with every update. BOLD indicates newest chapter. AO3
Keep reading
hold my hand masterlist ♡
warning: Hold My Hand is an explicit work of fiction, and is intended for audiences 18+
Under the cut are all of the chapters of hmh so far, along with Instagram edits and playlists. I will be adding to it with every update. BOLD indicates newest chapter. AO3
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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 194
warnings: dual povs, nsfw!!! hmh masterlist
Lately, every time I ask Y/N if she wants to spend a little time together, she’s busy doing something. I understand that she has her own things that she wants to do--I spend a lot of time in the basement working on books. She has hobbies: journaling, painting, any type of crafts, really. She does a lot of stuff with Ronan too. We’re allowed to be our own people. It’s actually one of the things I really like about our relationship: we never smother each other.
In almost four years, she’s never annoyed me or gotten on my nerves, and she says the same about me. It’s because we allow each other space, and we respect that sometimes we just need to be alone to decompress. For me, that means heading to the basement and working on books. It helps me focus and clear my mind. It’s a sanctuary where the outside world fades away and I find a sense of clarity that helps me be the best version of myself for my wife and daughter.
There’s a balance of independence and togetherness that helps our marriage immensely. It anchors us. And when we spend time apart from each other, it just makes the time we do spend together even sweeter and more meaningful.
Y/N has been spending a lot of time to herself, and while I usually don’t mind that, I actually just really miss my wife. She’s been busy all week going through her clothes and Ronan’s clothes. Every time I go to check on her in the wardrobe, she’s practically swimming in piles of clothing. I truly never knew this woman had so many clothes. I don’t even bother to look anywhere else for her. I know she’s in the wardrobe. That’s exactly where I find her this afternoon.
“Hey,” I lean against the door frame and watch as she folds up a small onesie that once fit Ronan, “You’re not getting rid of that, are you?”
Y/N gasps, “Never! It’s going in a pile over here. This is my ‘If baby number 2 is a girl’ pile. This pile here…is for donation. And this one,” she gestures to a neatly stacked pile, “is for Ronan’s keepsafe box.”
“What about that one?” I ask, and she looks over at a small pile of clothing. She holds it up, and I begin to laugh when I see the large light-brown stain on the back of the onesie.
“It’s never coming out.” she says, then she laughs and looks at me with tears in her eyes, “Who would ever think I’d be here crying over a onesie with a shit stain on it? God, she just wouldn’t stop pooping that day, and we changed her so many times, and she just kept having blow-out after blow-out.”
I reach for it and smile when I see the small strawberry on the front of it, “She looked really cute in this.”
“I am not keeping that in her keepsake box.” she says, then she perks up, “Though it would be fun to embarrass her if she has kids one day.”
I chuckle, imagining the look on her future spouse’s face as we pull out this stained outfit, recounting the chaotic afternoon of endless diaper changes and the sheer, exhausting craziness of new parenthood. I still don’t know how I’ve managed to make it this far into fatherhood, but then I look down at my wife as she smiles softly, holding onto a headband that Ronan once wore, and I remember it’s all because of her that I’ve made it this far.
“So, you need any help in here?” I say, shoving my hands into my pockets, preparing for the rejection I know is coming. “I can do whatever you need. I can lift heavy boxes, I can sort clothes, I can just sit in here with you…”
She glances up, the sunlight catches the stray curls that have fallen from her ponytail, and her eyes soften with a flicker of warmth. She looks down, then she shakes her head before looking at me again.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, and I nod.
“Are you sure? Because I can just--”
She cuts me off, speaking softly with no ill intent, “I’m okay, John.”
“Okay,” I say just as softly, then I hold her gaze before I step over a pile of clothes. I lean down and cup her face, tilting her head back so I can kiss her forehead, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she says, holding my gaze, “Always.”
I smile before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers, then I step back and slowly close the door, watching her as she goes back to sorting through clothes. I knew she would say no. I knew she’d want time alone, but I have to admit that it’s honestly starting to hurt my feelings at this point. Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong? Or is she just losing interest in me?
I stand in the hallway for a few moments, staring at the closed door, then I look down into the living room when I hear my phone ringing. I quickly head down and see Jimmy calling me, and I answer, hoping for a distraction.
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I’ve just stepped out of the shower when I hear rustling coming from the bedroom. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out to find Y/N going through our closet. Crossing the room, I walk to the dresser and grab a fresh pair of boxers, watching as she begins to empty the closet out. I straighten my back and freeze when she reaches for her suitcase. My eyes are glued to her as she sets it aside, then she moves in further, pulling out shoes. I finally let out the breath I was holding.
“Just cleaning the closet, John.” she says, and I smile before drying off my arms. “The mood shifted.”
“You grabbed your suitcase.”
She pauses, a pair of heels in her hand as she looks over her shoulder at me, “And where the hell would I be going?”
I let out a shaky laugh, “I don’t know.”
She turns back to the closet and digs through further. “Where are you going?”
“Jimmy asked if I wanted to grab some beer and wings.” I say, pulling on my jeans, “Figured it would be a nice way to clear my head and stop overthinking everything.”
“Beer and wings, that’ll be fun.”
I sigh, “Yeah, should be.”
“What?”
“I said it should be fun,” I say a little louder since she’s practically in the back of the closet, hidden by clothing. I walk over and grab a shirt off the hook and pull it on. “I’ll be back later.”
She splits the clothing and looks up at me, “When?”
“I don’t know. You might be asleep.” I say, and she nods. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t wake Ronan.”
She offers a small, tight-lipped smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Okay.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead, watching as she sits back on her knees, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, staring at me. I see the small crease in her forehead forming as she watches me. “You’ll call me if you…have too many drinks, right? I’ll pick you up.”
Nodding, I grab a belt and thread it through the loops of my jeans, “Yeah, I’ll be okay though. We’re just going down the street, so I can always walk home.”
“Right,” she looks down and nods. “Well, have fun.”
“I will,” I lean down and kiss her again, then I grab my shoes and head down to the living room.
As soon as I get my shoes on, I see headlights pulling up the driveway. I grab my jacket and take one last look at the bedroom door, hoping that she’ll be waiting there, but she’s not. I pull my jacket on and head through the door, hoping that things aren’t going the way I assume they are.
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I’ve already had three beers, and we’ve only been here for about an hour. I decide I want something a little stronger, so I head to the bar and order a whiskey. I thought a few drinks would help me calm down, but it’s done the opposite. Jimmy has noticed my lack of enthusiasm.
“Did you not want to come out? Did I take you away from a nice night with the Mrs.?”
I scoff, “Definitely not.”
“What’s going on, man? You’ve been staring at your glass like it’s trying to talk to you. You’re miles away.”
I take a deep breath and lift my glass, “I think Y/N is losing interest in me.”
Jimmy furrows his brow and lets out a small laugh, “Doubtful.”
“She’s just been distant this week. I’ve asked her a few times this week if she’s needed help with things, and she always tells me no. We’ve barely spent any time together. It feels like she’s building a wall or something. I don’t know how to talk to her either. She acts like nothing is wrong, and then it makes me feel like I’m losing my mind.” I say, barely taking a breath, “I just feel like she’s…moving on or something.”
“You two were fine last weekend.”
He’s right. We were. We went to their house for a bonfire and ended up leaving early because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. But that memory only makes the silence of this week feel heavier and…strange.
“I don’t know. I could be overthinking.” I say, finishing the rest of my drink, “I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Yeah, I get that,” he says, glancing up from his phone. “I would suggest that maybe it’s work, but…”
I shake my head, “The shops have been fine. Ronan’s fine. I know she was stressed about not being pregnant, but we’ve talked about that more openly lately, so I know it’s not that.”
“Maybe you need to sit down and really talk with her,” he suggests, and I nod.
I know he’s right, but I am so scared for what she could possibly say. There’s an uncertainty there that gnaws at me.
“I’m gonna grab another drink,” I say, and Jimmy nods as he reaches for his phone.
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“Hello?”
“I’m upstairs!” you yell, then you crawl into your closet and begin throwing things behind you.
“What…the fuck is happening in here?”
You look over your shoulder at Tess, “Cleaning my closet.”
Tess plops down on the floor beside you and grabs a pair of heels, “You ever gonna wear these again?”
“Maybe,” you sit up and look at her, “You want them, don’t you?”
“I’m just saying if you’re downsizing, I can take them off your hands.” she says, sliding it onto her foot, “I’ve always wanted a pair of these.”
You scoff, “Good luck breaking them in. Why do you think I’ve only worn them twice?”
Tess laughs, “Fine, you don’t have to beg: I’ll take them.”
You smile, watching as she sets them aside, “What’s up?”
“I should be asking you that.” she says, and you furrow your brow, “What’s going on with you?”
“I...what do you mean?” you gesture to the closet, “I just have a lot of clothing I need to get rid of. John needs some more space in here for his things.”
Tess leans in, her gaze sharpening as she studies your face, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you and John.” she says, and you scrunch your face and shake your head in confusion. “Here.”
You take her phone when she hands it to you and read the short text thread between her and Jimmy.
Has Y/N said anything about being unhappy lately?
No. She’s all gross and in love as always.
Are you sure? John is losing his mind. He is not himself at all. I’m really worried.
Did they get into a fight?
No, he says they’ve barely spent any time together this week. He thinks she’s losing interest in him.
Give me ten minutes. I just got home. I’ll go over there and talk to her.
The words blur as you look at the screen, then you sniffle and look at Tess, “I…am not losing interest in him. Why would he think that?”
Tess shrugs, “I don’t know, but just imagining big, tough John Wick all sad is making me sad. You should probably talk to him before he decides the world is ending.”
“I’m such a horrible wife,” you say, frowning as you look at Tess, “God, he must be so confused and sad.”
“I know what bar they’re at. Let’s go join them. Logan was at my place watching the boys. He won’t mind if Ronan joins.” she says, and you nod as you stand up.
You look down at your frumpy clothes and put your finger up, “I can’t go like this.”
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I’m sitting at the bar with Jimmy as we watch a game--well, he’s watching it. I’m just staring at my drink still. This is my third whiskey, and I still don’t feel any better. Jimmy claps his hands when the home team scores, and I glance up at the clock, wondering what Y/N could be up to now. Maybe she’s already asleep, or maybe she’s lying in bed reading a book. Whatever she’s doing, it’s probably better than being here with me in a crowded bar.
“I think I’m gonna--”
“Sir,” the bartender places a drink in front of me.
I furrow my brow, “Oh, I didn’t order this.”
The bartender points over my shoulder, and I look around the bar, but I don’t see anyone waving at me to let me know the drink is from them. I look back at it and slide it away from me. I don’t need some woman sending me drinks when my wife is already losing interest in me. If anything, that would make her lose interest faster.
“I think I’m going to head home,” I say, and Jimmy turns to me. “I can’t stop overthinking.”
“Come on, man. Just…give her some space.” he says, and I sigh. “The game is almost over, and we can head out right after.”
I nod, looking up at the TV. I glance down at the drink that was sent over to me, and I shake my head slightly. I reach for my phone to see if I have any missed texts, but I don’t. I decide to text Y/N to let her know that I’m thinking of her.
I’ll be home shortly. The game is almost over.
I don’t expect a text back, but I perk up when my phone vibrates.
Just lying in bed. Stay out as long as you’d like.
“Uh, sir,” the bartender interrupts, holding up a plate of wings, “Your secret admirer also sent these.”
I stare at the wings, my brow furrowing in confusion. “No, thank you. Can you tell them I’m not interested?”
The bartender nods, though he lingers for a second, “She’s beautiful, so I would be if I were you.”
“Married,” I say, flashing my hand, “Not interested.”
I turn my gaze back to the screen for only a few moments before the bartender comes back, holding up a burger. He sets it in front of Jimmy, who perks up. He looks around the bar and lets out a small laugh, then he takes a big bite.
“Are you going to tell Tess?”
“It’s a free burger, man. I know she’d do the same.” he says, then he waves over the bartender, “Send a drink to my secret admirer. A margarita.”
The bartender nods, then looks at me, “Anything for yours?”
“No.”
I’m actually getting annoyed that he keeps suggesting it. I have a wife. A wife I can’t get off my mind. I haven’t stopped thinking about her in nearly four years. I don’t want a fucking secret admirer.
I watch as the bartender mixes up the drink for Jimmy’s secret admirer, then I look over at me, “You don’t think Tess will be upset?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head.
“I know your wife. I know she’d be pissed.”
Jimmy just laughs, wiping his mouth off with a napkin, “Trust me, she won’t be.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Yes,” he says, looking at me, “Of course. I know you will if I don’t.”
The bartender walks back behind the bar and cleans up his station before taking a few more drink requests. He glances up at me and smiles before shaking his head. It irritates me. He walks over and scoops ice into a cup, then he puts a few shots of rum into it before filling it with Coke.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says, then he looks at me, “Your secret admirer is getting sad.”
I shrug, “I’m not interested.”
“Maybe you should be,” Jimmy says, and I look at him. “Come on, it’s all in good fun. Y/N won’t be upset.”
I scoff, “Are you kidding? Do you know my wife at all? If she found out I sent drinks to another woman or was even entertaining the idea, she’d kill me. I’m not sending anyone drinks, and I’m not accepting anything either. I’m not interested.”
Jimmy just smiles, “Okay.”
That just irritates me even more. I turn away and look at the TV on the opposite wall to see the same game is playing there too. I exhale sharply and scratch my forehead before I reach for my wallet.
“I’m heading out.” I say, tossing some money on the bartop. “I’m just going to walk home and clear my head.”
Jimmy sighs, “Suit yourself, but if I were you, I’d stick around for a little while longer.”
“No, I appreciate you trying to take my mind off--”
“Hey! Why aren’t you accepting any of my drinks and food?” A familiar voice says, and I look over my shoulder at Y/N as she crosses her arms and pouts. “I sent over everything you like.”
A smile immediately spreads on my face, “You’re my secret admirer?”
“Duh! I would knock a bitch out if she even thought about sending you drinks.” she says, then she gestures around the bar, “Everyone in this town knows you’re mine.”
I let out a soft, genuine laugh, “Yeah, they do.”
Y/N scoots closer, wrapping her arms around my neck, “I am not losing interest in you. I would never. You know that, Jonathan.”
I reach out to pull her closer, “What’s been going on with us lately?”
“I didn’t even realize anything was because I’ve been so in my head lately,” she says, and I run my hands up and down her sides, “I’m sorry for making you feel like I was pulling away. I just started thinking about having another baby, and then got super focused on downsizing so we have room. I want Ronan to stay in her room. That is her room. And…god, I know how much time you took making the wardrobe so perfect for me, but I can’t imagine not having Ronan on the same floor as us. I don’t want her on the main floor by herself. What if she got scared at night? What if someone broke in? She’d be right there for someone to grab, and I can’t stop overthinking it. I didn’t want to bring it up to you and make you feel like your hard work was unappreciated because it wasn’t. I love the wardrobe so much, but I also don’t want our babies too far away from us.”
I laugh when she takes a deep breath and exhales, closing her eyes for a moment to catch her breath. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, then I pull her to my lips and kiss her, listening as the bar cheers. We both pull back and look around, but everyone is fixated on the TV. I let out a small laugh as Y/N shrugs.
“We can pretend it was for us,” she whispers against my lips, and I nod as she kisses me again. “I am so sorry, John. I wish you would have talked to me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you weren’t interested.”
Y/N frowns, “I am very interested. You could literally read the dictionary to me, and I’d be hanging on every word.”
“Before I left, I told you that I had been overthinking,” I say, and her eyes grow sad. “You didn’t reply, so I figured you didn’t care.”
“I didn’t hear you. I barely heard you when you told me you were leaving. I was practically in Narnia in that damn closet.” she says, and I laugh, hugging her tighter. She leans up and kisses me several times, then she wraps her arms around my neck tighter and hugs me, “I’m sorry, baby.”
I close my eyes, “I love you so much. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, leaning back to look at me, “I was going to stay up until you got home because…well, it’s been a couple of days.”
I start to laugh when she winks at me, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I’ve been stressed and needed some stress relief. I was going to tell you that when you got home, then I thought, ‘well, he might be kind of tipsy and just want to sleep’, but then Tess came over and asked me what was going on. I was genuinely so confused because I had no idea that you were feeling like this. I’ve been there before. I’ve been in your spot, so I know how this feels, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel this way. I know that when I’ve felt this way, you told me it wasn’t intentional, and now I’m telling you that. This is not intentional. It had nothing to do with you. You make me so fucking happy, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.” Her voice softens, and I see the sincerity in her eyes as they fill with tears, “I promise you, Jonathan Wick, I am not losing interest in you, and I am not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me.”
I immediately feel the tension leave my body when she smiles at me and kisses me softly. I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her closer to deepen the kiss, and she laughs against my lips when Tess gags.
“Go home.” Tess says, and I look over my shoulder at her. “Also, I appreciate you trying to warn Jimmy not to accept drinks.”
“You know I’d tell you,” I say, and she laughs, nodding her head. “He’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t lie for him.”
Jimmy laughs, “Wow.”
“Hey!” Tess swats his arm.
Jimmy holds up his hands in mock surrender, then he grabs Tess and kisses her, “You know I’d never accept a drink from another woman.”
Y/N smiles when I look at her, “He knew we were here.”
“Ah, makes sense.” I say, and she smiles sweetly. I pull her hand into mine, “Should we head home?”
She nods, “Yeah.”
We walk hand in hand to the exit and leave the noisy bar behind, and I breathe in the cool night air. I don’t see our car anywhere, so I assume Tess drove. We’re not far from home, so we can walk.
“Hey, where’s Ronan?”
“Oh,” she brushes it off, “Left her at home. Bleu’s babysitting.”
I laugh, then I look at her, “No, seriously.”
“She’s at Tess’ house. Logan was watching the boys tonight.” she says, and I nod. “She’s fine to stay there for the night. I already asked. We’re going out for brunch tomorrow with the family anyway, so I figured we’d just grab her before we left.”
We turn the corner and head up the street that leads to our house, and I look down at Y/N just as she looks at me. She smiles and wraps her arms around my bicep, and I lean down to kiss the top of her head. She stops and stands in front of me, her eyes searching mine under the soft glow of the streetlamp. I lean down and kiss her, and she hums, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her and walk backwards until she’s up against a tree, and I slide my hand down to her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I don’t hesitate. I pull her pants back a little and slide my hand into her jeans, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. I slide my finger over her clit and listen as her breath hitches, “Right there.”
I deepen the rhythm, my finger circling her sensitive clit while my other hand grips her waist. I move my free hand up to her neck, pulling her closer until our bodies are pressed together. Her head falls back against the rough bark as she holds my gaze, then she opens her mouth and moans softly as her body starts to tremble. She squeezes her legs shut and grabs my wrist, and I lean down and kiss her neck.
“More,” she pants, grabbing my jeans and unbuttoning them. “I want more.”
I let out a low laugh, “Not here.”
“Why not?”
“There could be people watching.”
Y/N laughs, “You just finger banged your wife and someone could have been watching the whole time, and now you’re worried?”
I smirk, leaning in until my lips brush against her ear, “I don’t want anyone to see what I’m about to do to you.”
The air grows heavy between us, and I smile when she bites her bottom lip. I look to my left when I see headlights coming down the street, and Y/N looks over too.
“You two are so gross! Go home!” Tess yells out the window, and we both laugh before flipping them off.
I look at my finger and then back at her as I slide it into my mouth, humming when I taste her on my skin. I lean down and kiss her, then I pull away just enough to whisper against her lips, "Let’s go home.”
We walk a little faster down the street and make our way up the driveway, and I laugh when Y/N stops in front of me, waiting for me to pick her up. I hoist her up as she wraps her legs around my waist, and we kiss the rest of the way up to the house. I fumble with my keys for a few moments before the lock finally clicks and the door swings open. I step inside, still holding onto her, then I shut the door and lock it behind us before heading up to our room.
Once in our bedroom, I stop and look at all of the clothes scattered across the floor, then I look at her and she quietly snickers. I grin, shaking my head, before I lay her down on the bed and pull my shirt off. Y/N pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside, then she caresses her breasts. God, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I reach down and palm her breast, and she arches into my touch, making my breath hitch when I feel the metal of her piercing.
I lean down, pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, then tug at her jeans. She presses herself against me as I slide them down, her skin flushed and warm beneath my touch. The air in the room grows heavy with anticipation, and I smile when I think about how it’s going to feel when I dive between her legs. I’m feeling a little impatient, to be honest, but I know I should take my time. I press a kiss to the center of her chest, just where her heart is, and she smiles when I lean up to look at her.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, and she starts to laugh.
“Stop,” she puts her hand over her face, “I didn’t even shower today.”
I smile, shaking my head, “I don’t care.”
“My hair is a mess,” she whispers.
“And I don’t care about that either.” I say, and she inhales deeply.
Her eyes soften as she pulls me closer, “You love me anyway?”
“Always,” I whisper, and she smiles, a soft, genuine expression that reaches her eyes, unlike the smile she gave me earlier this evening when I left.
I lean up to take her underwear off, then I slide my hands down the curve of her hips, feeling her skin against my palms, warm and soft. I pull my boxers off as she moves up to the center of the bed, then I climb on top of her, both of us smiling at each other. I lean down and kiss her as she wraps her arms tightly around my neck, then she spreads her legs apart and guides me between her legs where I sink in slowly.
A ragged breath leaves my lips as I feel my cock sliding deeper into her tight warm pussy, and she gasps softly, holding my gaze. I begin to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching her face as her eyes flutter shut and her head arches back against the bed. I reach down and caress her inner thigh, tracing my thumb over her clit, her body trembling against my touch. I suck my thumb and move it back to her sensitive area as I roll my hips against hers, and she lets out a breathless cry as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“More,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, moving my hips faster, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Y/N opens her eyes and smiles, “Whatever I want?”
I nod, my pace quickening as the friction builds, sending waves of pleasure through her core. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us.
“What do you want, baby?”
She pulls me down, her fingers tangling in my hair as she breathes against my lips, “Flip me over.”
I shift my weight and lean up a little, then I help her roll over to her stomach. She rests her forehead against the mattress for a moment before she looks over her shoulder at me, probably wondering what is taking so long. I smile at her and shake my head, and she moves to get a better look at me.
“What?”
“Your body is amazing,” I say, and she scoffs, putting her head back down on the mattress, “I love your ass.”
Y/N’s laugh is muffled by the mattress, “I know you do, Wick.”
I reach out, tracing the curve of her ass with my fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The way she shivers under my touch sends a jolt of pure desire straight through me, and I immediately lean down and press my lips to her skin. I give her a playful spank, then I use my knee to spread her legs apart as I stroke myself. I slot myself between her legs again and nearly collapse against her back, but I keep myself up so I don’t crush her. I know she won’t mind if I lay on her. In fact, she probably wants me to.
“Wick,” she whispers, her voice quiet. I press closer, my breath against her shoulder as I feel her arch into me. “Do you want me?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I whisper, and she turns her head to the side so she’s able to see me.
Her eyes are hungry, no doubt, matching mine. I am so in love with this woman. I reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my thumb tracing along her jawline. I place my hand around her throat and tilt her head back so she can kiss me, then I begin to roll my hips.
Y/N gasps loudly and grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. She reaches back and places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down closer, and I deepen the kiss.
“Oh, f-fuck!” she cries out, her breath hot against my cheek, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lose myself in the rhythm of our hips, and I pull her up by the waist, holding tight to her as I jerk my hips harder. I look to my left in hopes of watching through the mirror, but the closet doors are open from when Y/N was clearing everything out earlier. I look back down at Y/N and place my right hand on her shoulder, pulling her down on me harder as she moans, the room filling with the sound of my hips hitting against her skin. I grip her ass tight in my hand and bite my bottom lip, then I let go and let out a low growl, watching her ass.
She reaches up and pulls her hair free from her messy bun, letting the dark strands fall over her shoulders as she throws her head back, and I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging it just like she likes. She looks over her shoulder at me and bites her lip, watching as I fuck her.
Y/N sits up on her knees and leans back against my chest, and my hand immediately moves down between her legs to find her slick and throbbing for me. I rub my finger over her clit and she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder as her body arches into my touch.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers while I suck on her neck. I nibble on the sensitive skin behind her ear as she moans, then she nods, “I’m coming, John. I’m coming!”
Her inner muscles clench around me, milking me as she begins to climax, and I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, releasing a low, guttural growl as I spill into her. We collapse onto the bed together, both trying to catch our breath.
After a few moments, I roll out of bed and walk over to open the balcony door to let some fresh air in, and I smile as I look at my wife lounging on the bed, watching me with a smile on her face. A cool breeze drifts in through the door and I see Y/N shiver as her nipples harden. I walk back to the bed, pull the blanket up, and gesture for her to get under the covers.
“I need to clean myself up first.” she says, sitting up.
I nod, then I watch her walk into the bathroom. I join her a few moments later so I can use the bathroom, then I stand behind her at the sink as we both wash our hands. I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She smiles at me through the mirror before her eyes grow sad.
“I love you so much,” I whisper against her forehead when she turns her head. “I was…heartbroken thinking that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought ‘what am I going to do? She is everything to me. I can’t lose her’. I don’t know who I am without you. You have made me who I am today, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“I’m sorry,” she replies as her eyes fill with tears, “I was so in my head that I wasn’t focused on anything else, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you or that I was losing interest. I’m definitely not.”
I smile when she turns around to look at me, “Good.”
“I always say that I get more obsessed with you as time goes on, and it’s true,” she says, lightly tracing her nails against my chest and sending a shiver down my spine. “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I’ll love you tomorrow.”
We both start to laugh because we know damn well it’s a quote from a little sign that her mom has hanging in the kitchen.
“Cliche, but the sentiment is still the same,” she says, and I nod. “I really do love you more and more every day.”
“I love you more and more every day too,” I lean down to kiss her.
Y/N reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “You really thought some random woman was sending drinks to you?”
“Yeah,” I nod, laughing quietly, “I honestly did. I was upset. I didn’t want drinks from someone else, and I definitely didn’t want you to think I was even entertaining it. I should have known it was you though.”
“I was going to do a whole Veronica thing, but when I realized that you were so upset about everything, it went right out the window. I was watching you from across the bar and could just see you getting more and more frustrated. You love me, not Veronica.”
I smile, “That’s true.”
Y/N squints her eyes playfully, “You love Veronica a little bit, huh?”
I start to laugh, then I shake my head, “She is a very fun time, but I prefer you, Mrs. Wick.”
“I’m not a fun time?”
“Oh, you’re the most fun,” I say, pulling her closer until her chest is flush against mine, then I kiss her. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
She lets out a soft, satisfied hum against my lips, “Me neither.”
“I’m so in love with you. I wish I could marry you all over again.” I say, and she looks up at me with eyes brimming with tears. “We’ve already said ‘I do’ once, but I’m ready to say it a thousand times more just to keep that smile on your face.”
“You are everything, Jonathan Wick.” she whispers, and I smile back at her. “I would marry you in every lifetime.”
I wrap my arms around her tighter, “We’ve talked about it; renewing our vows.”
“Yeah, maybe we should this fall.” she suggests, and I nod. “I would marry you over and over again. I would go through everything we’ve been through over and over and over and over…you get my point. I would do all of it, every single thing, again just to end up here. We haven’t even hit our peak yet.”
I start to laugh, “No, you definitely haven’t.”
“You haven’t either, Mr. Wick.” she says, then playfully squints, “You’re not slowing down any time soon, are you?”
“We’re talking about having another baby,” I say, and she nods, “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”
The kisses are soft at first, but soon they deepen. We both know where this is going to lead. Y/N wraps her arm around my neck and reaches her other hand down and begins to stroke me, and I groan against her lips. I wrap my arms around her and walk with her back to the bedroom, and she flops down on the bed and spreads her legs apart. She knows I’m not ready for another round yet, but I know that she is. I kneel down in front of the bed and pull her closer to me, then I kiss her inner thighs and look up at her as she watches.
“Good boy,” she whispers, and I playfully sink my teeth into the warm flesh of her thigh. “Mhm, that’s the spirit.”
I smile against her skin. She knows just how to get me going again. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gently guiding me to where she’s aching. I use my fingers to spread her open, then I lick over her sensitive clit, savoring the taste. She lets out a sharp gasp, her hips arching off the mattress. I continue to tease her, alternating between soft, rhythmic licks and gentle suction, while my hands roam over her hips and thighs.
The room fills with the sound of her breathing and me lapping up between her legs as she writhes in pleasure. She sits up on her elbow and watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, then she sucks on her bottom lip and nods when I look up at her.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” I say, and her eyes roll shut as she tilts her head back and moans.
“Shit, that feels so good,” she whispers, panting softly. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good with your mouth.”
I nod my head, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit. She moans loudly when I suck on her clit, her body beginning to tremble.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” she moans, but I just let out a small laugh, “Ugh.”
I smile at her when she looks up at me, “Not yet.”
“So unfair,” she breathes, and I smirk before diving back between her legs. “I want to feel you inside of me again.”
I tease her with a flick of my tongue, tracing the sensitive skin just enough to keep her on the edge, before pulling back and watching her sit up to give me a very displeased look.
“You’re a very cruel man, John Wick.”
I chuckle, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, my gaze locking onto hers, “Cruel? Never to you, but you know exactly why I make you wait. Patience is a virtue, my love.”
She bites her lip, her eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and desire. I lean up to kiss her, then I make my way back down between her legs, kissing her along the way. She lies back on the bed and puts her hands above her head, surrending her body to me, and I take my time, enjoying every shudder and moan that escapes her lips. I continue for a few moments, listening as she begins to pant harder, then I pull away and watch her ache for me.
“John, please,” she whispers, and I smile.
“Please what?”
Her hands run down her body, then she reaches for my head, pulling me back between her legs. I nip at her thighs as she gasps, then I slide my middle finger in deep, watching her arch her back. I curl my finger slowly before sucking on her clit, and she cries out, rolling her hips against my mouth.
“Please don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice and body shaking, “Please keep going. Please, please, I’ve been so good.”
I chuckle against her skin, “You have been, haven’t you?”
I press my hand to her lower stomach, a firm, steady pressure, grounding her as the rhythm intensifies. I suck and lick her with a deliberate, teasing pace just to torture her a little more. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a loud sob as she grabs my hair, pulling me closer.
“Oh, god!” she trembles, her legs beginning to shake, “Please don’t stop.”
I have no plans of stopping now. None at all. I quicken my pace, my tongue swirling with urgency as her muscles begin to tighten in her stomach. She leans up and watches me, holding my gaze as her climax finally washes over her like a wave. She flops back on the mattress as she moans, still rolling her hips against my mouth and finger. I suck on her thighs as she pants loudly, then I lean up and look at her, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing up her body. I lie down on top of her and press my lips to hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. “You’re incredible.”
Y/N laughs before pulling me deeper into a kiss, then she looks at me, “You’ve got more in you. I know it.”
“I do,” I nod, and she gasps as I shift my weight, sliding inside her in one smooth, deliberate motion. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that, right?”
She nods as I create the perfect rhythm, “I can’t either. God, make up sex is my favorite.”
I laugh against her neck, “Any sex with you is my favorite.”
“Okay,” she playfully rolls her eyes, then she wraps her arms around my neck as I slowly rock my hips. “We can keep going all night if you want.”
“I do want that.” I nod, and she laughs. “I also want to make some pizza.”
She laughs, nodding her head, “Yeah, I want some pizza too.”
“One more round, then pizza?” I suggest, and she nods as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
“One more round.”
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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 194
warnings: dual povs, nsfw!!! hmh masterlist
Lately, every time I ask Y/N if she wants to spend a little time together, she’s busy doing something. I understand that she has her own things that she wants to do--I spend a lot of time in the basement working on books. She has hobbies: journaling, painting, any type of crafts, really. She does a lot of stuff with Ronan too. We’re allowed to be our own people. It’s actually one of the things I really like about our relationship: we never smother each other.
In almost four years, she’s never annoyed me or gotten on my nerves, and she says the same about me. It’s because we allow each other space, and we respect that sometimes we just need to be alone to decompress. For me, that means heading to the basement and working on books. It helps me focus and clear my mind. It’s a sanctuary where the outside world fades away and I find a sense of clarity that helps me be the best version of myself for my wife and daughter.
There’s a balance of independence and togetherness that helps our marriage immensely. It anchors us. And when we spend time apart from each other, it just makes the time we do spend together even sweeter and more meaningful.
Y/N has been spending a lot of time to herself, and while I usually don’t mind that, I actually just really miss my wife. She’s been busy all week going through her clothes and Ronan’s clothes. Every time I go to check on her in the wardrobe, she’s practically swimming in piles of clothing. I truly never knew this woman had so many clothes. I don’t even bother to look anywhere else for her. I know she’s in the wardrobe. That’s exactly where I find her this afternoon.
“Hey,” I lean against the door frame and watch as she folds up a small onesie that once fit Ronan, “You’re not getting rid of that, are you?”
Y/N gasps, “Never! It’s going in a pile over here. This is my ‘If baby number 2 is a girl’ pile. This pile here…is for donation. And this one,” she gestures to a neatly stacked pile, “is for Ronan’s keepsafe box.”
“What about that one?” I ask, and she looks over at a small pile of clothing. She holds it up, and I begin to laugh when I see the large light-brown stain on the back of the onesie.
“It’s never coming out.” she says, then she laughs and looks at me with tears in her eyes, “Who would ever think I’d be here crying over a onesie with a shit stain on it? God, she just wouldn’t stop pooping that day, and we changed her so many times, and she just kept having blow-out after blow-out.”
I reach for it and smile when I see the small strawberry on the front of it, “She looked really cute in this.”
“I am not keeping that in her keepsake box.” she says, then she perks up, “Though it would be fun to embarrass her if she has kids one day.”
I chuckle, imagining the look on her future spouse’s face as we pull out this stained outfit, recounting the chaotic afternoon of endless diaper changes and the sheer, exhausting craziness of new parenthood. I still don’t know how I’ve managed to make it this far into fatherhood, but then I look down at my wife as she smiles softly, holding onto a headband that Ronan once wore, and I remember it’s all because of her that I’ve made it this far.
“So, you need any help in here?” I say, shoving my hands into my pockets, preparing for the rejection I know is coming. “I can do whatever you need. I can lift heavy boxes, I can sort clothes, I can just sit in here with you…”
She glances up, the sunlight catches the stray curls that have fallen from her ponytail, and her eyes soften with a flicker of warmth. She looks down, then she shakes her head before looking at me again.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, and I nod.
“Are you sure? Because I can just--”
She cuts me off, speaking softly with no ill intent, “I’m okay, John.”
“Okay,” I say just as softly, then I hold her gaze before I step over a pile of clothes. I lean down and cup her face, tilting her head back so I can kiss her forehead, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she says, holding my gaze, “Always.”
I smile before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers, then I step back and slowly close the door, watching her as she goes back to sorting through clothes. I knew she would say no. I knew she’d want time alone, but I have to admit that it’s honestly starting to hurt my feelings at this point. Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong? Or is she just losing interest in me?
I stand in the hallway for a few moments, staring at the closed door, then I look down into the living room when I hear my phone ringing. I quickly head down and see Jimmy calling me, and I answer, hoping for a distraction.
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I’ve just stepped out of the shower when I hear rustling coming from the bedroom. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out to find Y/N going through our closet. Crossing the room, I walk to the dresser and grab a fresh pair of boxers, watching as she begins to empty the closet out. I straighten my back and freeze when she reaches for her suitcase. My eyes are glued to her as she sets it aside, then she moves in further, pulling out shoes. I finally let out the breath I was holding.
“Just cleaning the closet, John.” she says, and I smile before drying off my arms. “The mood shifted.”
“You grabbed your suitcase.”
She pauses, a pair of heels in her hand as she looks over her shoulder at me, “And where the hell would I be going?”
I let out a shaky laugh, “I don’t know.”
She turns back to the closet and digs through further. “Where are you going?”
“Jimmy asked if I wanted to grab some beer and wings.” I say, pulling on my jeans, “Figured it would be a nice way to clear my head and stop overthinking everything.”
“Beer and wings, that’ll be fun.”
I sigh, “Yeah, should be.”
“What?”
“I said it should be fun,” I say a little louder since she’s practically in the back of the closet, hidden by clothing. I walk over and grab a shirt off the hook and pull it on. “I’ll be back later.”
She splits the clothing and looks up at me, “When?”
“I don’t know. You might be asleep.” I say, and she nods. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t wake Ronan.”
She offers a small, tight-lipped smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Okay.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead, watching as she sits back on her knees, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, staring at me. I see the small crease in her forehead forming as she watches me. “You’ll call me if you…have too many drinks, right? I’ll pick you up.”
Nodding, I grab a belt and thread it through the loops of my jeans, “Yeah, I’ll be okay though. We’re just going down the street, so I can always walk home.”
“Right,” she looks down and nods. “Well, have fun.”
“I will,” I lean down and kiss her again, then I grab my shoes and head down to the living room.
As soon as I get my shoes on, I see headlights pulling up the driveway. I grab my jacket and take one last look at the bedroom door, hoping that she’ll be waiting there, but she’s not. I pull my jacket on and head through the door, hoping that things aren’t going the way I assume they are.
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I’ve already had three beers, and we’ve only been here for about an hour. I decide I want something a little stronger, so I head to the bar and order a whiskey. I thought a few drinks would help me calm down, but it’s done the opposite. Jimmy has noticed my lack of enthusiasm.
“Did you not want to come out? Did I take you away from a nice night with the Mrs.?”
I scoff, “Definitely not.”
“What’s going on, man? You’ve been staring at your glass like it’s trying to talk to you. You’re miles away.”
I take a deep breath and lift my glass, “I think Y/N is losing interest in me.”
Jimmy furrows his brow and lets out a small laugh, “Doubtful.”
“She’s just been distant this week. I’ve asked her a few times this week if she’s needed help with things, and she always tells me no. We’ve barely spent any time together. It feels like she’s building a wall or something. I don’t know how to talk to her either. She acts like nothing is wrong, and then it makes me feel like I’m losing my mind.” I say, barely taking a breath, “I just feel like she’s…moving on or something.”
“You two were fine last weekend.”
He’s right. We were. We went to their house for a bonfire and ended up leaving early because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. But that memory only makes the silence of this week feel heavier and…strange.
“I don’t know. I could be overthinking.” I say, finishing the rest of my drink, “I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Yeah, I get that,” he says, glancing up from his phone. “I would suggest that maybe it’s work, but…”
I shake my head, “The shops have been fine. Ronan’s fine. I know she was stressed about not being pregnant, but we’ve talked about that more openly lately, so I know it’s not that.”
“Maybe you need to sit down and really talk with her,” he suggests, and I nod.
I know he’s right, but I am so scared for what she could possibly say. There’s an uncertainty there that gnaws at me.
“I’m gonna grab another drink,” I say, and Jimmy nods as he reaches for his phone.
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“Hello?”
“I’m upstairs!” you yell, then you crawl into your closet and begin throwing things behind you.
“What…the fuck is happening in here?”
You look over your shoulder at Tess, “Cleaning my closet.”
Tess plops down on the floor beside you and grabs a pair of heels, “You ever gonna wear these again?”
“Maybe,” you sit up and look at her, “You want them, don’t you?”
“I’m just saying if you’re downsizing, I can take them off your hands.” she says, sliding it onto her foot, “I’ve always wanted a pair of these.”
You scoff, “Good luck breaking them in. Why do you think I’ve only worn them twice?”
Tess laughs, “Fine, you don’t have to beg: I’ll take them.”
You smile, watching as she sets them aside, “What’s up?”
“I should be asking you that.” she says, and you furrow your brow, “What’s going on with you?”
“I...what do you mean?” you gesture to the closet, “I just have a lot of clothing I need to get rid of. John needs some more space in here for his things.”
Tess leans in, her gaze sharpening as she studies your face, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you and John.” she says, and you scrunch your face and shake your head in confusion. “Here.”
You take her phone when she hands it to you and read the short text thread between her and Jimmy.
Has Y/N said anything about being unhappy lately?
No. She’s all gross and in love as always.
Are you sure? John is losing his mind. He is not himself at all. I’m really worried.
Did they get into a fight?
No, he says they’ve barely spent any time together this week. He thinks she’s losing interest in him.
Give me ten minutes. I just got home. I’ll go over there and talk to her.
The words blur as you look at the screen, then you sniffle and look at Tess, “I…am not losing interest in him. Why would he think that?”
Tess shrugs, “I don’t know, but just imagining big, tough John Wick all sad is making me sad. You should probably talk to him before he decides the world is ending.”
“I’m such a horrible wife,” you say, frowning as you look at Tess, “God, he must be so confused and sad.”
“I know what bar they’re at. Let’s go join them. Logan was at my place watching the boys. He won’t mind if Ronan joins.” she says, and you nod as you stand up.
You look down at your frumpy clothes and put your finger up, “I can’t go like this.”
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I’m sitting at the bar with Jimmy as we watch a game--well, he’s watching it. I’m just staring at my drink still. This is my third whiskey, and I still don’t feel any better. Jimmy claps his hands when the home team scores, and I glance up at the clock, wondering what Y/N could be up to now. Maybe she’s already asleep, or maybe she’s lying in bed reading a book. Whatever she’s doing, it’s probably better than being here with me in a crowded bar.
“I think I’m gonna--”
“Sir,” the bartender places a drink in front of me.
I furrow my brow, “Oh, I didn’t order this.”
The bartender points over my shoulder, and I look around the bar, but I don’t see anyone waving at me to let me know the drink is from them. I look back at it and slide it away from me. I don’t need some woman sending me drinks when my wife is already losing interest in me. If anything, that would make her lose interest faster.
“I think I’m going to head home,” I say, and Jimmy turns to me. “I can’t stop overthinking.”
“Come on, man. Just…give her some space.” he says, and I sigh. “The game is almost over, and we can head out right after.”
I nod, looking up at the TV. I glance down at the drink that was sent over to me, and I shake my head slightly. I reach for my phone to see if I have any missed texts, but I don’t. I decide to text Y/N to let her know that I’m thinking of her.
I’ll be home shortly. The game is almost over.
I don’t expect a text back, but I perk up when my phone vibrates.
Just lying in bed. Stay out as long as you’d like.
“Uh, sir,” the bartender interrupts, holding up a plate of wings, “Your secret admirer also sent these.”
I stare at the wings, my brow furrowing in confusion. “No, thank you. Can you tell them I’m not interested?”
The bartender nods, though he lingers for a second, “She’s beautiful, so I would be if I were you.”
“Married,” I say, flashing my hand, “Not interested.”
I turn my gaze back to the screen for only a few moments before the bartender comes back, holding up a burger. He sets it in front of Jimmy, who perks up. He looks around the bar and lets out a small laugh, then he takes a big bite.
“Are you going to tell Tess?”
“It’s a free burger, man. I know she’d do the same.” he says, then he waves over the bartender, “Send a drink to my secret admirer. A margarita.”
The bartender nods, then looks at me, “Anything for yours?”
“No.”
I’m actually getting annoyed that he keeps suggesting it. I have a wife. A wife I can’t get off my mind. I haven’t stopped thinking about her in nearly four years. I don’t want a fucking secret admirer.
I watch as the bartender mixes up the drink for Jimmy’s secret admirer, then I look over at me, “You don’t think Tess will be upset?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head.
“I know your wife. I know she’d be pissed.”
Jimmy just laughs, wiping his mouth off with a napkin, “Trust me, she won’t be.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Yes,” he says, looking at me, “Of course. I know you will if I don’t.”
The bartender walks back behind the bar and cleans up his station before taking a few more drink requests. He glances up at me and smiles before shaking his head. It irritates me. He walks over and scoops ice into a cup, then he puts a few shots of rum into it before filling it with Coke.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says, then he looks at me, “Your secret admirer is getting sad.”
I shrug, “I’m not interested.”
“Maybe you should be,” Jimmy says, and I look at him. “Come on, it’s all in good fun. Y/N won’t be upset.”
I scoff, “Are you kidding? Do you know my wife at all? If she found out I sent drinks to another woman or was even entertaining the idea, she’d kill me. I’m not sending anyone drinks, and I’m not accepting anything either. I’m not interested.”
Jimmy just smiles, “Okay.”
That just irritates me even more. I turn away and look at the TV on the opposite wall to see the same game is playing there too. I exhale sharply and scratch my forehead before I reach for my wallet.
“I’m heading out.” I say, tossing some money on the bartop. “I’m just going to walk home and clear my head.”
Jimmy sighs, “Suit yourself, but if I were you, I’d stick around for a little while longer.”
“No, I appreciate you trying to take my mind off--”
“Hey! Why aren’t you accepting any of my drinks and food?” A familiar voice says, and I look over my shoulder at Y/N as she crosses her arms and pouts. “I sent over everything you like.”
A smile immediately spreads on my face, “You’re my secret admirer?”
“Duh! I would knock a bitch out if she even thought about sending you drinks.” she says, then she gestures around the bar, “Everyone in this town knows you’re mine.”
I let out a soft, genuine laugh, “Yeah, they do.”
Y/N scoots closer, wrapping her arms around my neck, “I am not losing interest in you. I would never. You know that, Jonathan.”
I reach out to pull her closer, “What’s been going on with us lately?”
“I didn’t even realize anything was because I’ve been so in my head lately,” she says, and I run my hands up and down her sides, “I’m sorry for making you feel like I was pulling away. I just started thinking about having another baby, and then got super focused on downsizing so we have room. I want Ronan to stay in her room. That is her room. And…god, I know how much time you took making the wardrobe so perfect for me, but I can’t imagine not having Ronan on the same floor as us. I don’t want her on the main floor by herself. What if she got scared at night? What if someone broke in? She’d be right there for someone to grab, and I can’t stop overthinking it. I didn’t want to bring it up to you and make you feel like your hard work was unappreciated because it wasn’t. I love the wardrobe so much, but I also don’t want our babies too far away from us.”
I laugh when she takes a deep breath and exhales, closing her eyes for a moment to catch her breath. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, then I pull her to my lips and kiss her, listening as the bar cheers. We both pull back and look around, but everyone is fixated on the TV. I let out a small laugh as Y/N shrugs.
“We can pretend it was for us,” she whispers against my lips, and I nod as she kisses me again. “I am so sorry, John. I wish you would have talked to me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you weren’t interested.”
Y/N frowns, “I am very interested. You could literally read the dictionary to me, and I’d be hanging on every word.”
“Before I left, I told you that I had been overthinking,” I say, and her eyes grow sad. “You didn’t reply, so I figured you didn’t care.”
“I didn’t hear you. I barely heard you when you told me you were leaving. I was practically in Narnia in that damn closet.” she says, and I laugh, hugging her tighter. She leans up and kisses me several times, then she wraps her arms around my neck tighter and hugs me, “I’m sorry, baby.”
I close my eyes, “I love you so much. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, leaning back to look at me, “I was going to stay up until you got home because…well, it’s been a couple of days.”
I start to laugh when she winks at me, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I’ve been stressed and needed some stress relief. I was going to tell you that when you got home, then I thought, ‘well, he might be kind of tipsy and just want to sleep’, but then Tess came over and asked me what was going on. I was genuinely so confused because I had no idea that you were feeling like this. I’ve been there before. I’ve been in your spot, so I know how this feels, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel this way. I know that when I’ve felt this way, you told me it wasn’t intentional, and now I’m telling you that. This is not intentional. It had nothing to do with you. You make me so fucking happy, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.” Her voice softens, and I see the sincerity in her eyes as they fill with tears, “I promise you, Jonathan Wick, I am not losing interest in you, and I am not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me.”
I immediately feel the tension leave my body when she smiles at me and kisses me softly. I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her closer to deepen the kiss, and she laughs against my lips when Tess gags.
“Go home.” Tess says, and I look over my shoulder at her. “Also, I appreciate you trying to warn Jimmy not to accept drinks.”
“You know I’d tell you,” I say, and she laughs, nodding her head. “He’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t lie for him.”
Jimmy laughs, “Wow.”
“Hey!” Tess swats his arm.
Jimmy holds up his hands in mock surrender, then he grabs Tess and kisses her, “You know I’d never accept a drink from another woman.”
Y/N smiles when I look at her, “He knew we were here.”
“Ah, makes sense.” I say, and she smiles sweetly. I pull her hand into mine, “Should we head home?”
She nods, “Yeah.”
We walk hand in hand to the exit and leave the noisy bar behind, and I breathe in the cool night air. I don’t see our car anywhere, so I assume Tess drove. We’re not far from home, so we can walk.
“Hey, where’s Ronan?”
“Oh,” she brushes it off, “Left her at home. Bleu’s babysitting.”
I laugh, then I look at her, “No, seriously.”
“She’s at Tess’ house. Logan was watching the boys tonight.” she says, and I nod. “She’s fine to stay there for the night. I already asked. We’re going out for brunch tomorrow with the family anyway, so I figured we’d just grab her before we left.”
We turn the corner and head up the street that leads to our house, and I look down at Y/N just as she looks at me. She smiles and wraps her arms around my bicep, and I lean down to kiss the top of her head. She stops and stands in front of me, her eyes searching mine under the soft glow of the streetlamp. I lean down and kiss her, and she hums, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her and walk backwards until she’s up against a tree, and I slide my hand down to her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I don’t hesitate. I pull her pants back a little and slide my hand into her jeans, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. I slide my finger over her clit and listen as her breath hitches, “Right there.”
I deepen the rhythm, my finger circling her sensitive clit while my other hand grips her waist. I move my free hand up to her neck, pulling her closer until our bodies are pressed together. Her head falls back against the rough bark as she holds my gaze, then she opens her mouth and moans softly as her body starts to tremble. She squeezes her legs shut and grabs my wrist, and I lean down and kiss her neck.
“More,” she pants, grabbing my jeans and unbuttoning them. “I want more.”
I let out a low laugh, “Not here.”
“Why not?”
“There could be people watching.”
Y/N laughs, “You just finger banged your wife and someone could have been watching the whole time, and now you’re worried?”
I smirk, leaning in until my lips brush against her ear, “I don’t want anyone to see what I’m about to do to you.”
The air grows heavy between us, and I smile when she bites her bottom lip. I look to my left when I see headlights coming down the street, and Y/N looks over too.
“You two are so gross! Go home!” Tess yells out the window, and we both laugh before flipping them off.
I look at my finger and then back at her as I slide it into my mouth, humming when I taste her on my skin. I lean down and kiss her, then I pull away just enough to whisper against her lips, "Let’s go home.”
We walk a little faster down the street and make our way up the driveway, and I laugh when Y/N stops in front of me, waiting for me to pick her up. I hoist her up as she wraps her legs around my waist, and we kiss the rest of the way up to the house. I fumble with my keys for a few moments before the lock finally clicks and the door swings open. I step inside, still holding onto her, then I shut the door and lock it behind us before heading up to our room.
Once in our bedroom, I stop and look at all of the clothes scattered across the floor, then I look at her and she quietly snickers. I grin, shaking my head, before I lay her down on the bed and pull my shirt off. Y/N pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside, then she caresses her breasts. God, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I reach down and palm her breast, and she arches into my touch, making my breath hitch when I feel the metal of her piercing.
I lean down, pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, then tug at her jeans. She presses herself against me as I slide them down, her skin flushed and warm beneath my touch. The air in the room grows heavy with anticipation, and I smile when I think about how it’s going to feel when I dive between her legs. I’m feeling a little impatient, to be honest, but I know I should take my time. I press a kiss to the center of her chest, just where her heart is, and she smiles when I lean up to look at her.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, and she starts to laugh.
“Stop,” she puts her hand over her face, “I didn’t even shower today.”
I smile, shaking my head, “I don’t care.”
“My hair is a mess,” she whispers.
“And I don’t care about that either.” I say, and she inhales deeply.
Her eyes soften as she pulls me closer, “You love me anyway?”
“Always,” I whisper, and she smiles, a soft, genuine expression that reaches her eyes, unlike the smile she gave me earlier this evening when I left.
I lean up to take her underwear off, then I slide my hands down the curve of her hips, feeling her skin against my palms, warm and soft. I pull my boxers off as she moves up to the center of the bed, then I climb on top of her, both of us smiling at each other. I lean down and kiss her as she wraps her arms tightly around my neck, then she spreads her legs apart and guides me between her legs where I sink in slowly.
A ragged breath leaves my lips as I feel my cock sliding deeper into her tight warm pussy, and she gasps softly, holding my gaze. I begin to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching her face as her eyes flutter shut and her head arches back against the bed. I reach down and caress her inner thigh, tracing my thumb over her clit, her body trembling against my touch. I suck my thumb and move it back to her sensitive area as I roll my hips against hers, and she lets out a breathless cry as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“More,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, moving my hips faster, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Y/N opens her eyes and smiles, “Whatever I want?”
I nod, my pace quickening as the friction builds, sending waves of pleasure through her core. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us.
“What do you want, baby?”
She pulls me down, her fingers tangling in my hair as she breathes against my lips, “Flip me over.”
I shift my weight and lean up a little, then I help her roll over to her stomach. She rests her forehead against the mattress for a moment before she looks over her shoulder at me, probably wondering what is taking so long. I smile at her and shake my head, and she moves to get a better look at me.
“What?”
“Your body is amazing,” I say, and she scoffs, putting her head back down on the mattress, “I love your ass.”
Y/N’s laugh is muffled by the mattress, “I know you do, Wick.”
I reach out, tracing the curve of her ass with my fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The way she shivers under my touch sends a jolt of pure desire straight through me, and I immediately lean down and press my lips to her skin. I give her a playful spank, then I use my knee to spread her legs apart as I stroke myself. I slot myself between her legs again and nearly collapse against her back, but I keep myself up so I don’t crush her. I know she won’t mind if I lay on her. In fact, she probably wants me to.
“Wick,” she whispers, her voice quiet. I press closer, my breath against her shoulder as I feel her arch into me. “Do you want me?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I whisper, and she turns her head to the side so she’s able to see me.
Her eyes are hungry, no doubt, matching mine. I am so in love with this woman. I reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my thumb tracing along her jawline. I place my hand around her throat and tilt her head back so she can kiss me, then I begin to roll my hips.
Y/N gasps loudly and grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. She reaches back and places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down closer, and I deepen the kiss.
“Oh, f-fuck!” she cries out, her breath hot against my cheek, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lose myself in the rhythm of our hips, and I pull her up by the waist, holding tight to her as I jerk my hips harder. I look to my left in hopes of watching through the mirror, but the closet doors are open from when Y/N was clearing everything out earlier. I look back down at Y/N and place my right hand on her shoulder, pulling her down on me harder as she moans, the room filling with the sound of my hips hitting against her skin. I grip her ass tight in my hand and bite my bottom lip, then I let go and let out a low growl, watching her ass.
She reaches up and pulls her hair free from her messy bun, letting the dark strands fall over her shoulders as she throws her head back, and I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging it just like she likes. She looks over her shoulder at me and bites her lip, watching as I fuck her.
Y/N sits up on her knees and leans back against my chest, and my hand immediately moves down between her legs to find her slick and throbbing for me. I rub my finger over her clit and she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder as her body arches into my touch.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers while I suck on her neck. I nibble on the sensitive skin behind her ear as she moans, then she nods, “I’m coming, John. I’m coming!”
Her inner muscles clench around me, milking me as she begins to climax, and I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, releasing a low, guttural growl as I spill into her. We collapse onto the bed together, both trying to catch our breath.
After a few moments, I roll out of bed and walk over to open the balcony door to let some fresh air in, and I smile as I look at my wife lounging on the bed, watching me with a smile on her face. A cool breeze drifts in through the door and I see Y/N shiver as her nipples harden. I walk back to the bed, pull the blanket up, and gesture for her to get under the covers.
“I need to clean myself up first.” she says, sitting up.
I nod, then I watch her walk into the bathroom. I join her a few moments later so I can use the bathroom, then I stand behind her at the sink as we both wash our hands. I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She smiles at me through the mirror before her eyes grow sad.
“I love you so much,” I whisper against her forehead when she turns her head. “I was…heartbroken thinking that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought ‘what am I going to do? She is everything to me. I can’t lose her’. I don’t know who I am without you. You have made me who I am today, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“I’m sorry,” she replies as her eyes fill with tears, “I was so in my head that I wasn’t focused on anything else, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you or that I was losing interest. I’m definitely not.”
I smile when she turns around to look at me, “Good.”
“I always say that I get more obsessed with you as time goes on, and it’s true,” she says, lightly tracing her nails against my chest and sending a shiver down my spine. “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I’ll love you tomorrow.”
We both start to laugh because we know damn well it’s a quote from a little sign that her mom has hanging in the kitchen.
“Cliche, but the sentiment is still the same,” she says, and I nod. “I really do love you more and more every day.”
“I love you more and more every day too,” I lean down to kiss her.
Y/N reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “You really thought some random woman was sending drinks to you?”
“Yeah,” I nod, laughing quietly, “I honestly did. I was upset. I didn’t want drinks from someone else, and I definitely didn’t want you to think I was even entertaining it. I should have known it was you though.”
“I was going to do a whole Veronica thing, but when I realized that you were so upset about everything, it went right out the window. I was watching you from across the bar and could just see you getting more and more frustrated. You love me, not Veronica.”
I smile, “That’s true.”
Y/N squints her eyes playfully, “You love Veronica a little bit, huh?”
I start to laugh, then I shake my head, “She is a very fun time, but I prefer you, Mrs. Wick.”
“I’m not a fun time?”
“Oh, you’re the most fun,” I say, pulling her closer until her chest is flush against mine, then I kiss her. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
She lets out a soft, satisfied hum against my lips, “Me neither.”
“I’m so in love with you. I wish I could marry you all over again.” I say, and she looks up at me with eyes brimming with tears. “We’ve already said ‘I do’ once, but I’m ready to say it a thousand times more just to keep that smile on your face.”
“You are everything, Jonathan Wick.” she whispers, and I smile back at her. “I would marry you in every lifetime.”
I wrap my arms around her tighter, “We’ve talked about it; renewing our vows.”
“Yeah, maybe we should this fall.” she suggests, and I nod. “I would marry you over and over again. I would go through everything we’ve been through over and over and over and over…you get my point. I would do all of it, every single thing, again just to end up here. We haven’t even hit our peak yet.”
I start to laugh, “No, you definitely haven’t.”
“You haven’t either, Mr. Wick.” she says, then playfully squints, “You’re not slowing down any time soon, are you?”
“We’re talking about having another baby,” I say, and she nods, “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”
The kisses are soft at first, but soon they deepen. We both know where this is going to lead. Y/N wraps her arm around my neck and reaches her other hand down and begins to stroke me, and I groan against her lips. I wrap my arms around her and walk with her back to the bedroom, and she flops down on the bed and spreads her legs apart. She knows I’m not ready for another round yet, but I know that she is. I kneel down in front of the bed and pull her closer to me, then I kiss her inner thighs and look up at her as she watches.
“Good boy,” she whispers, and I playfully sink my teeth into the warm flesh of her thigh. “Mhm, that’s the spirit.”
I smile against her skin. She knows just how to get me going again. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gently guiding me to where she’s aching. I use my fingers to spread her open, then I lick over her sensitive clit, savoring the taste. She lets out a sharp gasp, her hips arching off the mattress. I continue to tease her, alternating between soft, rhythmic licks and gentle suction, while my hands roam over her hips and thighs.
The room fills with the sound of her breathing and me lapping up between her legs as she writhes in pleasure. She sits up on her elbow and watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, then she sucks on her bottom lip and nods when I look up at her.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” I say, and her eyes roll shut as she tilts her head back and moans.
“Shit, that feels so good,” she whispers, panting softly. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good with your mouth.”
I nod my head, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit. She moans loudly when I suck on her clit, her body beginning to tremble.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” she moans, but I just let out a small laugh, “Ugh.”
I smile at her when she looks up at me, “Not yet.”
“So unfair,” she breathes, and I smirk before diving back between her legs. “I want to feel you inside of me again.”
I tease her with a flick of my tongue, tracing the sensitive skin just enough to keep her on the edge, before pulling back and watching her sit up to give me a very displeased look.
“You’re a very cruel man, John Wick.”
I chuckle, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, my gaze locking onto hers, “Cruel? Never to you, but you know exactly why I make you wait. Patience is a virtue, my love.”
She bites her lip, her eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and desire. I lean up to kiss her, then I make my way back down between her legs, kissing her along the way. She lies back on the bed and puts her hands above her head, surrending her body to me, and I take my time, enjoying every shudder and moan that escapes her lips. I continue for a few moments, listening as she begins to pant harder, then I pull away and watch her ache for me.
“John, please,” she whispers, and I smile.
“Please what?”
Her hands run down her body, then she reaches for my head, pulling me back between her legs. I nip at her thighs as she gasps, then I slide my middle finger in deep, watching her arch her back. I curl my finger slowly before sucking on her clit, and she cries out, rolling her hips against my mouth.
“Please don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice and body shaking, “Please keep going. Please, please, I’ve been so good.”
I chuckle against her skin, “You have been, haven’t you?”
I press my hand to her lower stomach, a firm, steady pressure, grounding her as the rhythm intensifies. I suck and lick her with a deliberate, teasing pace just to torture her a little more. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a loud sob as she grabs my hair, pulling me closer.
“Oh, god!” she trembles, her legs beginning to shake, “Please don’t stop.”
I have no plans of stopping now. None at all. I quicken my pace, my tongue swirling with urgency as her muscles begin to tighten in her stomach. She leans up and watches me, holding my gaze as her climax finally washes over her like a wave. She flops back on the mattress as she moans, still rolling her hips against my mouth and finger. I suck on her thighs as she pants loudly, then I lean up and look at her, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing up her body. I lie down on top of her and press my lips to hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. “You’re incredible.”
Y/N laughs before pulling me deeper into a kiss, then she looks at me, “You’ve got more in you. I know it.”
“I do,” I nod, and she gasps as I shift my weight, sliding inside her in one smooth, deliberate motion. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that, right?”
She nods as I create the perfect rhythm, “I can’t either. God, make up sex is my favorite.”
I laugh against her neck, “Any sex with you is my favorite.”
“Okay,” she playfully rolls her eyes, then she wraps her arms around my neck as I slowly rock my hips. “We can keep going all night if you want.”
“I do want that.” I nod, and she laughs. “I also want to make some pizza.”
She laughs, nodding her head, “Yeah, I want some pizza too.”
“One more round, then pizza?” I suggest, and she nods as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
“One more round.”
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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 194
warnings: dual povs, nsfw!!! hmh masterlist
Lately, every time I ask Y/N if she wants to spend a little time together, she’s busy doing something. I understand that she has her own things that she wants to do--I spend a lot of time in the basement working on books. She has hobbies: journaling, painting, any type of crafts, really. She does a lot of stuff with Ronan too. We’re allowed to be our own people. It’s actually one of the things I really like about our relationship: we never smother each other.
In almost four years, she’s never annoyed me or gotten on my nerves, and she says the same about me. It’s because we allow each other space, and we respect that sometimes we just need to be alone to decompress. For me, that means heading to the basement and working on books. It helps me focus and clear my mind. It’s a sanctuary where the outside world fades away and I find a sense of clarity that helps me be the best version of myself for my wife and daughter.
There’s a balance of independence and togetherness that helps our marriage immensely. It anchors us. And when we spend time apart from each other, it just makes the time we do spend together even sweeter and more meaningful.
Y/N has been spending a lot of time to herself, and while I usually don’t mind that, I actually just really miss my wife. She’s been busy all week going through her clothes and Ronan’s clothes. Every time I go to check on her in the wardrobe, she’s practically swimming in piles of clothing. I truly never knew this woman had so many clothes. I don’t even bother to look anywhere else for her. I know she’s in the wardrobe. That’s exactly where I find her this afternoon.
“Hey,” I lean against the door frame and watch as she folds up a small onesie that once fit Ronan, “You’re not getting rid of that, are you?”
Y/N gasps, “Never! It’s going in a pile over here. This is my ‘If baby number 2 is a girl’ pile. This pile here…is for donation. And this one,” she gestures to a neatly stacked pile, “is for Ronan’s keepsafe box.”
“What about that one?” I ask, and she looks over at a small pile of clothing. She holds it up, and I begin to laugh when I see the large light-brown stain on the back of the onesie.
“It’s never coming out.” she says, then she laughs and looks at me with tears in her eyes, “Who would ever think I’d be here crying over a onesie with a shit stain on it? God, she just wouldn’t stop pooping that day, and we changed her so many times, and she just kept having blow-out after blow-out.”
I reach for it and smile when I see the small strawberry on the front of it, “She looked really cute in this.”
“I am not keeping that in her keepsake box.” she says, then she perks up, “Though it would be fun to embarrass her if she has kids one day.”
I chuckle, imagining the look on her future spouse’s face as we pull out this stained outfit, recounting the chaotic afternoon of endless diaper changes and the sheer, exhausting craziness of new parenthood. I still don’t know how I’ve managed to make it this far into fatherhood, but then I look down at my wife as she smiles softly, holding onto a headband that Ronan once wore, and I remember it’s all because of her that I’ve made it this far.
“So, you need any help in here?” I say, shoving my hands into my pockets, preparing for the rejection I know is coming. “I can do whatever you need. I can lift heavy boxes, I can sort clothes, I can just sit in here with you…”
She glances up, the sunlight catches the stray curls that have fallen from her ponytail, and her eyes soften with a flicker of warmth. She looks down, then she shakes her head before looking at me again.
“I’m okay,” she whispers, and I nod.
“Are you sure? Because I can just--”
She cuts me off, speaking softly with no ill intent, “I’m okay, John.”
“Okay,” I say just as softly, then I hold her gaze before I step over a pile of clothes. I lean down and cup her face, tilting her head back so I can kiss her forehead, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” she says, holding my gaze, “Always.”
I smile before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers, then I step back and slowly close the door, watching her as she goes back to sorting through clothes. I knew she would say no. I knew she’d want time alone, but I have to admit that it’s honestly starting to hurt my feelings at this point. Did I do something wrong? Say something wrong? Or is she just losing interest in me?
I stand in the hallway for a few moments, staring at the closed door, then I look down into the living room when I hear my phone ringing. I quickly head down and see Jimmy calling me, and I answer, hoping for a distraction.
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I’ve just stepped out of the shower when I hear rustling coming from the bedroom. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out to find Y/N going through our closet. Crossing the room, I walk to the dresser and grab a fresh pair of boxers, watching as she begins to empty the closet out. I straighten my back and freeze when she reaches for her suitcase. My eyes are glued to her as she sets it aside, then she moves in further, pulling out shoes. I finally let out the breath I was holding.
“Just cleaning the closet, John.” she says, and I smile before drying off my arms. “The mood shifted.”
“You grabbed your suitcase.”
She pauses, a pair of heels in her hand as she looks over her shoulder at me, “And where the hell would I be going?”
I let out a shaky laugh, “I don’t know.”
She turns back to the closet and digs through further. “Where are you going?”
“Jimmy asked if I wanted to grab some beer and wings.” I say, pulling on my jeans, “Figured it would be a nice way to clear my head and stop overthinking everything.”
“Beer and wings, that’ll be fun.”
I sigh, “Yeah, should be.”
“What?”
“I said it should be fun,” I say a little louder since she’s practically in the back of the closet, hidden by clothing. I walk over and grab a shirt off the hook and pull it on. “I’ll be back later.”
She splits the clothing and looks up at me, “When?”
“I don’t know. You might be asleep.” I say, and she nods. “I’ll be quiet. I won’t wake Ronan.”
She offers a small, tight-lipped smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Okay.”
I lean down and kiss her forehead, watching as she sits back on her knees, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, staring at me. I see the small crease in her forehead forming as she watches me. “You’ll call me if you…have too many drinks, right? I’ll pick you up.”
Nodding, I grab a belt and thread it through the loops of my jeans, “Yeah, I’ll be okay though. We’re just going down the street, so I can always walk home.”
“Right,” she looks down and nods. “Well, have fun.”
“I will,” I lean down and kiss her again, then I grab my shoes and head down to the living room.
As soon as I get my shoes on, I see headlights pulling up the driveway. I grab my jacket and take one last look at the bedroom door, hoping that she’ll be waiting there, but she’s not. I pull my jacket on and head through the door, hoping that things aren’t going the way I assume they are.
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I’ve already had three beers, and we’ve only been here for about an hour. I decide I want something a little stronger, so I head to the bar and order a whiskey. I thought a few drinks would help me calm down, but it’s done the opposite. Jimmy has noticed my lack of enthusiasm.
“Did you not want to come out? Did I take you away from a nice night with the Mrs.?”
I scoff, “Definitely not.”
“What’s going on, man? You’ve been staring at your glass like it’s trying to talk to you. You’re miles away.”
I take a deep breath and lift my glass, “I think Y/N is losing interest in me.”
Jimmy furrows his brow and lets out a small laugh, “Doubtful.”
“She’s just been distant this week. I’ve asked her a few times this week if she’s needed help with things, and she always tells me no. We’ve barely spent any time together. It feels like she’s building a wall or something. I don’t know how to talk to her either. She acts like nothing is wrong, and then it makes me feel like I’m losing my mind.” I say, barely taking a breath, “I just feel like she’s…moving on or something.”
“You two were fine last weekend.”
He’s right. We were. We went to their house for a bonfire and ended up leaving early because she couldn’t keep her hands to herself. But that memory only makes the silence of this week feel heavier and…strange.
“I don’t know. I could be overthinking.” I say, finishing the rest of my drink, “I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Yeah, I get that,” he says, glancing up from his phone. “I would suggest that maybe it’s work, but…”
I shake my head, “The shops have been fine. Ronan’s fine. I know she was stressed about not being pregnant, but we’ve talked about that more openly lately, so I know it’s not that.”
“Maybe you need to sit down and really talk with her,” he suggests, and I nod.
I know he’s right, but I am so scared for what she could possibly say. There’s an uncertainty there that gnaws at me.
“I’m gonna grab another drink,” I say, and Jimmy nods as he reaches for his phone.
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**
“Hello?”
“I’m upstairs!” you yell, then you crawl into your closet and begin throwing things behind you.
“What…the fuck is happening in here?”
You look over your shoulder at Tess, “Cleaning my closet.”
Tess plops down on the floor beside you and grabs a pair of heels, “You ever gonna wear these again?”
“Maybe,” you sit up and look at her, “You want them, don’t you?”
“I’m just saying if you’re downsizing, I can take them off your hands.” she says, sliding it onto her foot, “I’ve always wanted a pair of these.”
You scoff, “Good luck breaking them in. Why do you think I’ve only worn them twice?”
Tess laughs, “Fine, you don’t have to beg: I’ll take them.”
You smile, watching as she sets them aside, “What’s up?”
“I should be asking you that.” she says, and you furrow your brow, “What’s going on with you?”
“I...what do you mean?” you gesture to the closet, “I just have a lot of clothing I need to get rid of. John needs some more space in here for his things.”
Tess leans in, her gaze sharpening as she studies your face, “That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you and John.” she says, and you scrunch your face and shake your head in confusion. “Here.”
You take her phone when she hands it to you and read the short text thread between her and Jimmy.
Has Y/N said anything about being unhappy lately?
No. She’s all gross and in love as always.
Are you sure? John is losing his mind. He is not himself at all. I’m really worried.
Did they get into a fight?
No, he says they’ve barely spent any time together this week. He thinks she’s losing interest in him.
Give me ten minutes. I just got home. I’ll go over there and talk to her.
The words blur as you look at the screen, then you sniffle and look at Tess, “I…am not losing interest in him. Why would he think that?”
Tess shrugs, “I don’t know, but just imagining big, tough John Wick all sad is making me sad. You should probably talk to him before he decides the world is ending.”
“I’m such a horrible wife,” you say, frowning as you look at Tess, “God, he must be so confused and sad.”
“I know what bar they’re at. Let’s go join them. Logan was at my place watching the boys. He won’t mind if Ronan joins.” she says, and you nod as you stand up.
You look down at your frumpy clothes and put your finger up, “I can’t go like this.”
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**
I’m sitting at the bar with Jimmy as we watch a game--well, he’s watching it. I’m just staring at my drink still. This is my third whiskey, and I still don’t feel any better. Jimmy claps his hands when the home team scores, and I glance up at the clock, wondering what Y/N could be up to now. Maybe she’s already asleep, or maybe she’s lying in bed reading a book. Whatever she’s doing, it’s probably better than being here with me in a crowded bar.
“I think I’m gonna--”
“Sir,” the bartender places a drink in front of me.
I furrow my brow, “Oh, I didn’t order this.”
The bartender points over my shoulder, and I look around the bar, but I don’t see anyone waving at me to let me know the drink is from them. I look back at it and slide it away from me. I don’t need some woman sending me drinks when my wife is already losing interest in me. If anything, that would make her lose interest faster.
“I think I’m going to head home,” I say, and Jimmy turns to me. “I can’t stop overthinking.”
“Come on, man. Just…give her some space.” he says, and I sigh. “The game is almost over, and we can head out right after.”
I nod, looking up at the TV. I glance down at the drink that was sent over to me, and I shake my head slightly. I reach for my phone to see if I have any missed texts, but I don’t. I decide to text Y/N to let her know that I’m thinking of her.
I’ll be home shortly. The game is almost over.
I don’t expect a text back, but I perk up when my phone vibrates.
Just lying in bed. Stay out as long as you’d like.
“Uh, sir,” the bartender interrupts, holding up a plate of wings, “Your secret admirer also sent these.”
I stare at the wings, my brow furrowing in confusion. “No, thank you. Can you tell them I’m not interested?”
The bartender nods, though he lingers for a second, “She’s beautiful, so I would be if I were you.”
“Married,” I say, flashing my hand, “Not interested.”
I turn my gaze back to the screen for only a few moments before the bartender comes back, holding up a burger. He sets it in front of Jimmy, who perks up. He looks around the bar and lets out a small laugh, then he takes a big bite.
“Are you going to tell Tess?”
“It’s a free burger, man. I know she’d do the same.” he says, then he waves over the bartender, “Send a drink to my secret admirer. A margarita.”
The bartender nods, then looks at me, “Anything for yours?”
“No.”
I’m actually getting annoyed that he keeps suggesting it. I have a wife. A wife I can’t get off my mind. I haven’t stopped thinking about her in nearly four years. I don’t want a fucking secret admirer.
I watch as the bartender mixes up the drink for Jimmy’s secret admirer, then I look over at me, “You don’t think Tess will be upset?”
“No,” he says, shaking his head.
“I know your wife. I know she’d be pissed.”
Jimmy just laughs, wiping his mouth off with a napkin, “Trust me, she won’t be.”
“Are you going to tell her?”
“Yes,” he says, looking at me, “Of course. I know you will if I don’t.”
The bartender walks back behind the bar and cleans up his station before taking a few more drink requests. He glances up at me and smiles before shaking his head. It irritates me. He walks over and scoops ice into a cup, then he puts a few shots of rum into it before filling it with Coke.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he says, then he looks at me, “Your secret admirer is getting sad.”
I shrug, “I’m not interested.”
“Maybe you should be,” Jimmy says, and I look at him. “Come on, it’s all in good fun. Y/N won’t be upset.”
I scoff, “Are you kidding? Do you know my wife at all? If she found out I sent drinks to another woman or was even entertaining the idea, she’d kill me. I’m not sending anyone drinks, and I’m not accepting anything either. I’m not interested.”
Jimmy just smiles, “Okay.”
That just irritates me even more. I turn away and look at the TV on the opposite wall to see the same game is playing there too. I exhale sharply and scratch my forehead before I reach for my wallet.
“I’m heading out.” I say, tossing some money on the bartop. “I’m just going to walk home and clear my head.”
Jimmy sighs, “Suit yourself, but if I were you, I’d stick around for a little while longer.”
“No, I appreciate you trying to take my mind off--”
“Hey! Why aren’t you accepting any of my drinks and food?” A familiar voice says, and I look over my shoulder at Y/N as she crosses her arms and pouts. “I sent over everything you like.”
A smile immediately spreads on my face, “You’re my secret admirer?”
“Duh! I would knock a bitch out if she even thought about sending you drinks.” she says, then she gestures around the bar, “Everyone in this town knows you’re mine.”
I let out a soft, genuine laugh, “Yeah, they do.”
Y/N scoots closer, wrapping her arms around my neck, “I am not losing interest in you. I would never. You know that, Jonathan.”
I reach out to pull her closer, “What’s been going on with us lately?”
“I didn’t even realize anything was because I’ve been so in my head lately,” she says, and I run my hands up and down her sides, “I’m sorry for making you feel like I was pulling away. I just started thinking about having another baby, and then got super focused on downsizing so we have room. I want Ronan to stay in her room. That is her room. And…god, I know how much time you took making the wardrobe so perfect for me, but I can’t imagine not having Ronan on the same floor as us. I don’t want her on the main floor by herself. What if she got scared at night? What if someone broke in? She’d be right there for someone to grab, and I can’t stop overthinking it. I didn’t want to bring it up to you and make you feel like your hard work was unappreciated because it wasn’t. I love the wardrobe so much, but I also don’t want our babies too far away from us.”
I laugh when she takes a deep breath and exhales, closing her eyes for a moment to catch her breath. I reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, then I pull her to my lips and kiss her, listening as the bar cheers. We both pull back and look around, but everyone is fixated on the TV. I let out a small laugh as Y/N shrugs.
“We can pretend it was for us,” she whispers against my lips, and I nod as she kisses me again. “I am so sorry, John. I wish you would have talked to me.”
“I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you weren’t interested.”
Y/N frowns, “I am very interested. You could literally read the dictionary to me, and I’d be hanging on every word.”
“Before I left, I told you that I had been overthinking,” I say, and her eyes grow sad. “You didn’t reply, so I figured you didn’t care.”
“I didn’t hear you. I barely heard you when you told me you were leaving. I was practically in Narnia in that damn closet.” she says, and I laugh, hugging her tighter. She leans up and kisses me several times, then she wraps her arms around my neck tighter and hugs me, “I’m sorry, baby.”
I close my eyes, “I love you so much. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says, leaning back to look at me, “I was going to stay up until you got home because…well, it’s been a couple of days.”
I start to laugh when she winks at me, “Yeah?”
“Yeah, and I’ve been stressed and needed some stress relief. I was going to tell you that when you got home, then I thought, ‘well, he might be kind of tipsy and just want to sleep’, but then Tess came over and asked me what was going on. I was genuinely so confused because I had no idea that you were feeling like this. I’ve been there before. I’ve been in your spot, so I know how this feels, and I am so fucking sorry for making you feel this way. I know that when I’ve felt this way, you told me it wasn’t intentional, and now I’m telling you that. This is not intentional. It had nothing to do with you. You make me so fucking happy, and I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.” Her voice softens, and I see the sincerity in her eyes as they fill with tears, “I promise you, Jonathan Wick, I am not losing interest in you, and I am not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me for as long as you’ll have me.”
I immediately feel the tension leave my body when she smiles at me and kisses me softly. I place my hand on the back of her neck and pull her closer to deepen the kiss, and she laughs against my lips when Tess gags.
“Go home.” Tess says, and I look over my shoulder at her. “Also, I appreciate you trying to warn Jimmy not to accept drinks.”
“You know I’d tell you,” I say, and she laughs, nodding her head. “He’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t lie for him.”
Jimmy laughs, “Wow.”
“Hey!” Tess swats his arm.
Jimmy holds up his hands in mock surrender, then he grabs Tess and kisses her, “You know I’d never accept a drink from another woman.”
Y/N smiles when I look at her, “He knew we were here.”
“Ah, makes sense.” I say, and she smiles sweetly. I pull her hand into mine, “Should we head home?”
She nods, “Yeah.”
We walk hand in hand to the exit and leave the noisy bar behind, and I breathe in the cool night air. I don’t see our car anywhere, so I assume Tess drove. We’re not far from home, so we can walk.
“Hey, where’s Ronan?”
“Oh,” she brushes it off, “Left her at home. Bleu’s babysitting.”
I laugh, then I look at her, “No, seriously.”
“She’s at Tess’ house. Logan was watching the boys tonight.” she says, and I nod. “She’s fine to stay there for the night. I already asked. We’re going out for brunch tomorrow with the family anyway, so I figured we’d just grab her before we left.”
We turn the corner and head up the street that leads to our house, and I look down at Y/N just as she looks at me. She smiles and wraps her arms around my bicep, and I lean down to kiss the top of her head. She stops and stands in front of me, her eyes searching mine under the soft glow of the streetlamp. I lean down and kiss her, and she hums, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her and walk backwards until she’s up against a tree, and I slide my hand down to her waist, pulling her flush against me.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and I don’t hesitate. I pull her pants back a little and slide my hand into her jeans, my fingers tracing the curve of her hip before dipping lower. I slide my finger over her clit and listen as her breath hitches, “Right there.”
I deepen the rhythm, my finger circling her sensitive clit while my other hand grips her waist. I move my free hand up to her neck, pulling her closer until our bodies are pressed together. Her head falls back against the rough bark as she holds my gaze, then she opens her mouth and moans softly as her body starts to tremble. She squeezes her legs shut and grabs my wrist, and I lean down and kiss her neck.
“More,” she pants, grabbing my jeans and unbuttoning them. “I want more.”
I let out a low laugh, “Not here.”
“Why not?”
“There could be people watching.”
Y/N laughs, “You just finger banged your wife and someone could have been watching the whole time, and now you’re worried?”
I smirk, leaning in until my lips brush against her ear, “I don’t want anyone to see what I’m about to do to you.”
The air grows heavy between us, and I smile when she bites her bottom lip. I look to my left when I see headlights coming down the street, and Y/N looks over too.
“You two are so gross! Go home!” Tess yells out the window, and we both laugh before flipping them off.
I look at my finger and then back at her as I slide it into my mouth, humming when I taste her on my skin. I lean down and kiss her, then I pull away just enough to whisper against her lips, "Let’s go home.”
We walk a little faster down the street and make our way up the driveway, and I laugh when Y/N stops in front of me, waiting for me to pick her up. I hoist her up as she wraps her legs around my waist, and we kiss the rest of the way up to the house. I fumble with my keys for a few moments before the lock finally clicks and the door swings open. I step inside, still holding onto her, then I shut the door and lock it behind us before heading up to our room.
Once in our bedroom, I stop and look at all of the clothes scattered across the floor, then I look at her and she quietly snickers. I grin, shaking my head, before I lay her down on the bed and pull my shirt off. Y/N pulls her shirt off and tosses it aside, then she caresses her breasts. God, I love when she doesn’t wear a bra. I reach down and palm her breast, and she arches into my touch, making my breath hitch when I feel the metal of her piercing.
I lean down, pressing my lips against the curve of her neck, then tug at her jeans. She presses herself against me as I slide them down, her skin flushed and warm beneath my touch. The air in the room grows heavy with anticipation, and I smile when I think about how it’s going to feel when I dive between her legs. I’m feeling a little impatient, to be honest, but I know I should take my time. I press a kiss to the center of her chest, just where her heart is, and she smiles when I lean up to look at her.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, and she starts to laugh.
“Stop,” she puts her hand over her face, “I didn’t even shower today.”
I smile, shaking my head, “I don’t care.”
“My hair is a mess,” she whispers.
“And I don’t care about that either.” I say, and she inhales deeply.
Her eyes soften as she pulls me closer, “You love me anyway?”
“Always,” I whisper, and she smiles, a soft, genuine expression that reaches her eyes, unlike the smile she gave me earlier this evening when I left.
I lean up to take her underwear off, then I slide my hands down the curve of her hips, feeling her skin against my palms, warm and soft. I pull my boxers off as she moves up to the center of the bed, then I climb on top of her, both of us smiling at each other. I lean down and kiss her as she wraps her arms tightly around my neck, then she spreads her legs apart and guides me between her legs where I sink in slowly.
A ragged breath leaves my lips as I feel my cock sliding deeper into her tight warm pussy, and she gasps softly, holding my gaze. I begin to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, watching her face as her eyes flutter shut and her head arches back against the bed. I reach down and caress her inner thigh, tracing my thumb over her clit, her body trembling against my touch. I suck my thumb and move it back to her sensitive area as I roll my hips against hers, and she lets out a breathless cry as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“More,” she whispers, her voice barely audible, “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I promise, moving my hips faster, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Y/N opens her eyes and smiles, “Whatever I want?”
I nod, my pace quickening as the friction builds, sending waves of pleasure through her core. She wraps her legs tighter around my waist, pulling me closer until there is no space left between us.
“What do you want, baby?”
She pulls me down, her fingers tangling in my hair as she breathes against my lips, “Flip me over.”
I shift my weight and lean up a little, then I help her roll over to her stomach. She rests her forehead against the mattress for a moment before she looks over her shoulder at me, probably wondering what is taking so long. I smile at her and shake my head, and she moves to get a better look at me.
“What?”
“Your body is amazing,” I say, and she scoffs, putting her head back down on the mattress, “I love your ass.”
Y/N’s laugh is muffled by the mattress, “I know you do, Wick.”
I reach out, tracing the curve of her ass with my fingertips, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. The way she shivers under my touch sends a jolt of pure desire straight through me, and I immediately lean down and press my lips to her skin. I give her a playful spank, then I use my knee to spread her legs apart as I stroke myself. I slot myself between her legs again and nearly collapse against her back, but I keep myself up so I don’t crush her. I know she won’t mind if I lay on her. In fact, she probably wants me to.
“Wick,” she whispers, her voice quiet. I press closer, my breath against her shoulder as I feel her arch into me. “Do you want me?”
“More than I’ve ever wanted anyone,” I whisper, and she turns her head to the side so she’s able to see me.
Her eyes are hungry, no doubt, matching mine. I am so in love with this woman. I reach out to brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead, my thumb tracing along her jawline. I place my hand around her throat and tilt her head back so she can kiss me, then I begin to roll my hips.
Y/N gasps loudly and grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. She reaches back and places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling me down closer, and I deepen the kiss.
“Oh, f-fuck!” she cries out, her breath hot against my cheek, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I lose myself in the rhythm of our hips, and I pull her up by the waist, holding tight to her as I jerk my hips harder. I look to my left in hopes of watching through the mirror, but the closet doors are open from when Y/N was clearing everything out earlier. I look back down at Y/N and place my right hand on her shoulder, pulling her down on me harder as she moans, the room filling with the sound of my hips hitting against her skin. I grip her ass tight in my hand and bite my bottom lip, then I let go and let out a low growl, watching her ass.
She reaches up and pulls her hair free from her messy bun, letting the dark strands fall over her shoulders as she throws her head back, and I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, tugging it just like she likes. She looks over her shoulder at me and bites her lip, watching as I fuck her.
Y/N sits up on her knees and leans back against my chest, and my hand immediately moves down between her legs to find her slick and throbbing for me. I rub my finger over her clit and she gasps, her head falling back against my shoulder as her body arches into my touch.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers while I suck on her neck. I nibble on the sensitive skin behind her ear as she moans, then she nods, “I’m coming, John. I’m coming!”
Her inner muscles clench around me, milking me as she begins to climax, and I can’t hold back any longer. I thrust into her one last time, releasing a low, guttural growl as I spill into her. We collapse onto the bed together, both trying to catch our breath.
After a few moments, I roll out of bed and walk over to open the balcony door to let some fresh air in, and I smile as I look at my wife lounging on the bed, watching me with a smile on her face. A cool breeze drifts in through the door and I see Y/N shiver as her nipples harden. I walk back to the bed, pull the blanket up, and gesture for her to get under the covers.
“I need to clean myself up first.” she says, sitting up.
I nod, then I watch her walk into the bathroom. I join her a few moments later so I can use the bathroom, then I stand behind her at the sink as we both wash our hands. I kiss her neck and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back against my chest. She smiles at me through the mirror before her eyes grow sad.
“I love you so much,” I whisper against her forehead when she turns her head. “I was…heartbroken thinking that you didn’t want me anymore. I thought ‘what am I going to do? She is everything to me. I can’t lose her’. I don’t know who I am without you. You have made me who I am today, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”
“I’m sorry,” she replies as her eyes fill with tears, “I was so in my head that I wasn’t focused on anything else, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I made you feel like I didn’t want you or that I was losing interest. I’m definitely not.”
I smile when she turns around to look at me, “Good.”
“I always say that I get more obsessed with you as time goes on, and it’s true,” she says, lightly tracing her nails against my chest and sending a shiver down my spine. “I love you more today than I did yesterday, but not as much as I’ll love you tomorrow.”
We both start to laugh because we know damn well it’s a quote from a little sign that her mom has hanging in the kitchen.
“Cliche, but the sentiment is still the same,” she says, and I nod. “I really do love you more and more every day.”
“I love you more and more every day too,” I lean down to kiss her.
Y/N reaches up and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “You really thought some random woman was sending drinks to you?”
“Yeah,” I nod, laughing quietly, “I honestly did. I was upset. I didn’t want drinks from someone else, and I definitely didn’t want you to think I was even entertaining it. I should have known it was you though.”
“I was going to do a whole Veronica thing, but when I realized that you were so upset about everything, it went right out the window. I was watching you from across the bar and could just see you getting more and more frustrated. You love me, not Veronica.”
I smile, “That’s true.”
Y/N squints her eyes playfully, “You love Veronica a little bit, huh?”
I start to laugh, then I shake my head, “She is a very fun time, but I prefer you, Mrs. Wick.”
“I’m not a fun time?”
“Oh, you’re the most fun,” I say, pulling her closer until her chest is flush against mine, then I kiss her. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.”
She lets out a soft, satisfied hum against my lips, “Me neither.”
“I’m so in love with you. I wish I could marry you all over again.” I say, and she looks up at me with eyes brimming with tears. “We’ve already said ‘I do’ once, but I’m ready to say it a thousand times more just to keep that smile on your face.”
“You are everything, Jonathan Wick.” she whispers, and I smile back at her. “I would marry you in every lifetime.”
I wrap my arms around her tighter, “We’ve talked about it; renewing our vows.”
“Yeah, maybe we should this fall.” she suggests, and I nod. “I would marry you over and over again. I would go through everything we’ve been through over and over and over and over…you get my point. I would do all of it, every single thing, again just to end up here. We haven’t even hit our peak yet.”
I start to laugh, “No, you definitely haven’t.”
“You haven’t either, Mr. Wick.” she says, then playfully squints, “You’re not slowing down any time soon, are you?”
“We’re talking about having another baby,” I say, and she nods, “Trust me, we’re just getting started.”
The kisses are soft at first, but soon they deepen. We both know where this is going to lead. Y/N wraps her arm around my neck and reaches her other hand down and begins to stroke me, and I groan against her lips. I wrap my arms around her and walk with her back to the bedroom, and she flops down on the bed and spreads her legs apart. She knows I’m not ready for another round yet, but I know that she is. I kneel down in front of the bed and pull her closer to me, then I kiss her inner thighs and look up at her as she watches.
“Good boy,” she whispers, and I playfully sink my teeth into the warm flesh of her thigh. “Mhm, that’s the spirit.”
I smile against her skin. She knows just how to get me going again. Her fingers tangle in my hair, gently guiding me to where she’s aching. I use my fingers to spread her open, then I lick over her sensitive clit, savoring the taste. She lets out a sharp gasp, her hips arching off the mattress. I continue to tease her, alternating between soft, rhythmic licks and gentle suction, while my hands roam over her hips and thighs.
The room fills with the sound of her breathing and me lapping up between her legs as she writhes in pleasure. She sits up on her elbow and watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, then she sucks on her bottom lip and nods when I look up at her.
“Best pussy I’ve ever had.” I say, and her eyes roll shut as she tilts her head back and moans.
“Shit, that feels so good,” she whispers, panting softly. “Oh, fuck, you’re so good with your mouth.”
I nod my head, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit. She moans loudly when I suck on her clit, her body beginning to tremble.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you inside me,” she moans, but I just let out a small laugh, “Ugh.”
I smile at her when she looks up at me, “Not yet.”
“So unfair,” she breathes, and I smirk before diving back between her legs. “I want to feel you inside of me again.”
I tease her with a flick of my tongue, tracing the sensitive skin just enough to keep her on the edge, before pulling back and watching her sit up to give me a very displeased look.
“You’re a very cruel man, John Wick.”
I chuckle, reaching up to trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, my gaze locking onto hers, “Cruel? Never to you, but you know exactly why I make you wait. Patience is a virtue, my love.”
She bites her lip, her eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and desire. I lean up to kiss her, then I make my way back down between her legs, kissing her along the way. She lies back on the bed and puts her hands above her head, surrending her body to me, and I take my time, enjoying every shudder and moan that escapes her lips. I continue for a few moments, listening as she begins to pant harder, then I pull away and watch her ache for me.
“John, please,” she whispers, and I smile.
“Please what?”
Her hands run down her body, then she reaches for my head, pulling me back between her legs. I nip at her thighs as she gasps, then I slide my middle finger in deep, watching her arch her back. I curl my finger slowly before sucking on her clit, and she cries out, rolling her hips against my mouth.
“Please don’t stop,” she pleads, her voice and body shaking, “Please keep going. Please, please, I’ve been so good.”
I chuckle against her skin, “You have been, haven’t you?”
I press my hand to her lower stomach, a firm, steady pressure, grounding her as the rhythm intensifies. I suck and lick her with a deliberate, teasing pace just to torture her a little more. Her breath hitches, and she lets out a loud sob as she grabs my hair, pulling me closer.
“Oh, god!” she trembles, her legs beginning to shake, “Please don’t stop.”
I have no plans of stopping now. None at all. I quicken my pace, my tongue swirling with urgency as her muscles begin to tighten in her stomach. She leans up and watches me, holding my gaze as her climax finally washes over her like a wave. She flops back on the mattress as she moans, still rolling her hips against my mouth and finger. I suck on her thighs as she pants loudly, then I lean up and look at her, her eyes closed and a smile on her face.
“Good girl,” I whisper, kissing up her body. I lie down on top of her and press my lips to hers as she wraps her legs around my waist. “You’re incredible.”
Y/N laughs before pulling me deeper into a kiss, then she looks at me, “You’ve got more in you. I know it.”
“I do,” I nod, and she gasps as I shift my weight, sliding inside her in one smooth, deliberate motion. “I can’t get enough of you, you know that, right?”
She nods as I create the perfect rhythm, “I can’t either. God, make up sex is my favorite.”
I laugh against her neck, “Any sex with you is my favorite.”
“Okay,” she playfully rolls her eyes, then she wraps her arms around my neck as I slowly rock my hips. “We can keep going all night if you want.”
“I do want that.” I nod, and she laughs. “I also want to make some pizza.”
She laughs, nodding her head, “Yeah, I want some pizza too.”
“One more round, then pizza?” I suggest, and she nods as her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
“One more round.”
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new chapter on friday perhaps 🤔
i really think sometimes i need breaks in between writing chapters because i'm writing a new one now ( i haven't written in so long bc i've been so busy with work) and............its very spicy. like i just feel like i randomly hit a rhythm after not writing for a long time. anyway this is my way of saying i'll be posting a new ~spicy~ chapter soon.
Holy fucking shit last night around 4am I just randomly remember I've read a really good John wick fic way back 2020 and was finding that fic for like 2h and I finally did find it, I missed a lot of chapters😭 can't remember why I stop reading. so anyways after doing all my shit for the day I re-read and actually half way there through the chapters and I just wanted to take a break from reading and stalk your account to see if you're still active CUZ FROM WHAT I REMEMBER THIS WAS STILL YOUR PFP IN 2020 idk if I'm wrong but still... when I saw you're still active I have to send you this HAHAHAHA OMG SORRY IM JUST SO HAPPY IT FEELS LIKE GOING BACK HOME. And I even though you have warnings for smut I still read it GURL IM ONLY 13!!! HAHAHAHA sorry🤣 gosh I miss reading your fics❤️🩹
wait you’re telling me you were reading hmh in 2020 and you’re 13 now which meant you were 7 then….
where is john wick when i need him????
guess who wasn't paying attention and posted a chapter out of order...............................................ME!
hold my hand masterlist ♡
warning: Hold My Hand is an explicit work of fiction, and is intended for audiences 18+
Under the cut are all of the chapters of hmh so far, along with Instagram edits and playlists. I will be adding to it with every update. BOLD indicates newest chapter. AO3
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Girll!! I know you named that Leon character after THE Leon Kennedy, ikrt!!!
This was all i could think of during john interaction with that guy!! (his older version because if it was someone john used to work with i don't see him as the young blonde we all love in re4, but that might be just me)
Anyway, loved the chapter!! I love when all the family members appear and i'm kinda wondering what's going on with Logan, sending you lovee
i need leon so bad. mans got a whole bakery back there lmao resident evil is taking over my life again and i’m not even sorry about that
anyway! thank you for reading!! we will see logan again soon! he’s always gonna be part of this family now!
Girl I was reading chapter 193 I refreshed and it was gone !!! Do you know where it is ???
it’s still there! i’m not sure what happened
