*John whispering to Lenina* "Look, I don't know if you guys know it, but uh… you're out of toilet paper. *confused* "Did… did you say toilet paper?" "Um… they used handfuls of wadded paper back in the 20th…" *Lenina, Alfredo, and Erwin all laugh* "I'm happy that you're happy, but the place where you're supposed to have the toilet paper, you've got this little shelf with three seashells on it." "He doesn't know how to use the three seashells!" Erwin continues to laugh, then calms down when he sees that John is getting angry* "I can see how that could be confusing."
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Massage.
John Spartan (Demolition Man) x reader
Warnings: slight NSFW mention towards the end, swearing
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"You know, back in the day I gave a mean massage." John finally breaks the silence, smirking as he watches me.
Frowning, I turn to him in confusion, rubbing at my aching shoulders.
"A massage?" I question him, head tilted.
The cop nods, lips pulling into an amused grin.
"Don't tell me you don't know what that is." He gives me a pointed look.
Helplessly, I shrug, curiosity piqued.
"Well, can I show you?" John offers, somewhat playful now as he comes to stand by the sofa, stretching his fingers in what must be preparation.
Slightly nervous but not one to let it stop me, I regard him for a moment before nodding, waiting to see what he does. Almost immediately, he leans in to pull lightly at my shirt.
"I'm going to need you to take this off, then lie face-down on the sofa."
I frown, blushing at his instruction but too curious to disobey them, so I strip my upper body, laying on the sofa as he's asked me to, wondering what he's going to do. As I feel the cushions dip either side of my waist, I feel my eyes widen, concern filling me. My back must obviously tense, as he quickly soothes me with a few words, promising me he'll do nothing I don't like. Relaxing again, I wait for his next move.
As soon as his hands make contact with my shoulders, I tense up again, still unused to so much unprotected touch. The circular motion of John's strong fingers, however, soon begin to loosen me up again, sighs of relief escaping me as he starts to work at the knotted muscles in my arms and shoulders, somehow managing to ease the perpetual tension residing there. His fingertips are calloused and rough, and yet they feel heavenly on my warm skin, experience obvious in every pass of those digits over my body.
"Shame you hide this body under that uniform, (Y/n). You're fucking beautiful." John says after a while, voice far huskier than usual, sending a shiver of appreciation through me.
His swearing still catches me off-guard, too, though it has a more embarrassing effect on me than I'd care to admit; paired with his usually gruff voice it catches me out every time. Even now, as he chuckles at the small sounds of pleasure leaving me I can feel myself getting hot from the rumble of his chest above me, hidden under the rough shirt of his own uniform. His hands move lower, skating over the small of my back, tracing my spine with deliberate strokes of his thumb. Whining, I arch into him, encouraging him to keep going.
"I'm going to move to your front now, (Y/n). That alright?" He asks me, hands resting at my hips.
"Yes, please keep going…" I groan out, needing more of his firm touch.
Chuckling again, John moves his hands to my stomach, gently rubbing his fingers over the soft skin, massaging out the knots that have formed there. He's methodical, moving in slow yet deliberate circles, working his way up higher. Once he reaches my chest, he pauses, as if asking if he's ok to go on. I press my body into him, hoping he'll continue with all my being.
"God, (Y/n), you are something." John groans softly, his hands sliding up to massage my chest, a sigh escaping him.
All of a sudden, he presses his chest against my back, head right in the crook of my neck, breaths heavy on my skin.
"Can I show you something else, (Y/n)? I think you'll enjoy it." He purrs into my ear, rocking a very obvious bulge down on me.
