Pairing : John Wick x f!reader
Genre : smut/comfort
Divider by @enchanthings-a
As you sat on the bed you shared, John massaged your shoulders after a relaxing shower. Your tense shoulders gradually loosened under the gentle pressure of his strong hands, the silk fabric of your bathrobe hugging you comfortably. Your work week has left you drained. You turned your head to the side, giving him a gentle smile. He softly kissed the top of your head, his hands sliding down your hips in a gentle manner. You would never get enough of the love he gave to you daily, and you loved him dearly. The oaky scent of his cologne made your head spin, and it suited him.
Then you felt his lips brush the shell of your ear, sliding down to your neck as a shiver coursed through you. His kisses grew more and more forceful as you lost yourself in relaxation, a tingling spreading through your lower belly. Everything happened in a haste, almost desperately. His lips ventured into the hollow of your neck, his stubble grazing it. You relaxed totally, at his mercy and trusting him completely.
A sudden hunger had seized the wolf, who salivated internally at the sight of your body hidden by that bathrobe. He felt his assassin instincts yearning to resurface each time and the raw need to devour your whole. Your whole soul and body. He wanted to see and feel you come undone as he claimed you. Yet, he wanted to take his time—to take his time to slowly ease your mind and body into pleasure and worship you. He felt his cock getting hard from the passion and the touch of your delicate lips against his, the lustful thoughts getting to his head.
You knew nothing of his past, and of course, he didn’t know himself if you’d come to discover it by accident or whether he’d be able to keep it away from you forever. At that moment, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Your face, bathed in pure relaxation, drove him wild even more. He planted a soft kiss onto your inviting lips, savoring the feeling of yours and theirs, the taste he always craved.
“You’re perfect,” he let out in the smooth rumble of his deep voice, against your inviting and plush lips.
Who would have thought you’d tamed the bloodthirsty wolf he deep down was? Did you tame him, or did he tame you? He thought he'd never find the answer. After two years of living together, your two souls were beyond intertwined. His dark, lust-filled eyes locked onto your hazy gaze as he slowly pulled back, sliding your bathrobe down, revealing your breasts to him.
“John…”
You uttering his name in a hushed tone while gazing up at him with pleading eyes sent a jolt straight to his aching length, making it throb and strain even more against his sweatpants. John captured your mouth again with his own in a searing kiss. He groaned, his tongue delving past your parted lips to stroke yours. Tasting you. His kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as he pressed his hard, muscular body against your softer one before easing you down the bed.
With a soft chuckle, you removed your bathrobe entirely, throwing it to the side of the bed. You scooted back until your head met the pillow. He began to crawl toward you, slow and deliberate, radiating an aura impossible to ignore. That rare, predatory glint in his eyes sent a shiver through you, igniting every nerve and stirring a deep, unmistakable warmth in your core. In bed, he could be as gentle as he could be rough. Either he made love to you or he fucked you hard, both turning each time into an absolute mess. The latter one even more so, since he seemed not to be holding back at all.
His large hands started to roam your bare body, as if he mapped it for the first time, wanting to remember every part of it until he knew it by heart. He always did that. John's breathing grew heavier as his hands explored your tender skin, his cock now rock hard and painfully straining against his sweatpants. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling even more aroused by the situation.
John wanted to claim you and make you his once again. However, if he gave into his dark and sadistic impulses pestering his mind, he’d first bend you over the bed with him kneeling to glide his tongue over your pussy before sucking on it until your hole got soaked, before standing up and pinning you down to bury his thick, fat shaft to the hilt inside your hole as you’d have mewled helplessly with your sweet voice, before fucking you hard and claiming your hole until you screamed for him to stop.
However, he was trying to hold back, wanting to draw out this moment and to worship your body. For now. He leaned down, his mouth brushing against the nape of your neck as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses. Unaware of his inner struggle, you were getting more and more flustered from his action as lustful thoughts started to occupy your mind. You wanted the handsome man who belonged to you, and vice versa, and needed him.
John had you exactly where he wanted, giving you the love you deserved, you being his light in the darkness.
You were completely naked, beneath him on your shared bed, the dim light of the bedside lamp illuminating your skin with a halo that showed your body in a mesmerizing aura. In his eyes, you were a saint to worship at the altar every day. His goddess. His calloused fingers skimmed over your hip before dipping between your legs, feeling your dampened mound. He could feel the heat radiating from your core. His cock jerked and twitched inside his sweatpants, a damp spot had formed on the fine gray fabric as his body responded to your moans.
John's hand drifted up your body, his palm skimming over your tender breast. He cupped the softness of one breast, his thumb rolling the stiff peak. He leaned down, his mouth encircling the hardened nub before drawing it into his hot mouth, his eyes dark with lust. He suckled and licked, his tongue swirling around the tender flesh as he teased your nipple while you felt yourself getting undeniably dripping. His hand dipped between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your slick folds. He could feel the wetness coating his fingers as he relished hearing your gentle groans.
He leaned in and you leaned back into the pillow. You loved the way his lips slowly traveled along the inside of your thigh, then glided down toward your pussy. But of course, the wolf inside him, the one he tried so hard to suppress, suddenly sank its fangs into your delicate skin, to mark you. The thought of marking his territory, and defiling your sanctuary with his seed was occupying his whole mind. The dark part buried deep within him was screaming in that moment to give in, to savor the sounds of bliss that would spill from your lips as he fucked you in the most primal way.
You were writhing beneath him, your fingers tangling in his dark locks. John's hand slid further between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive clit. You let out a small gasp, your hips bucking into his touch as they sought more friction. John obliged, circling the swollen nub with the pad of his finger, teasing you mercilessly. He saw your juices dripping down to your inner thighs making John's length throb. His thick fingers slowly delved into your pussy as he felt your walls clench around the intrusion.
“Stop torturing me…” You whimpered in a groan, eyes shut as you bit down your lower lip, fists clenched.
John added another finger, pumped them in and out of your pussy, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Fuck, you're so tight," John murmured, his voice rough with lust. He saw the delight written across your features as you let the pleasure overtake you. He plunged two fingers deep into your core as his thumb kept rubbing firm circles against your clit. He could feel your body starting to tremble. Your core clenched around his fingers as your cunt ached to be filled to the brim.
He lowered his sweatpants, revealing his big, swollen cock. His hungry gaze made you feel even wetter. You brushed one of your breasts with your hand as you began to play with it, your eyes filled with desire. The only thing on your mind at that moment was craving him deep inside you, destroying you and his hot cum filling you to the brim.
He kissed your lips almost softly, then hotly, passion overtaking him completely as his strong hands gripped your hips. He pumped his shaft, his dark gaze filled with desire into yours. He rubbed the rosy head of his thick length against the entrance to your pussy, teasing you gently as you melted with pleasure, his precum mixing with your wetness.
“Stop teasing, John,” you pleaded with doe eyes.
You licked your bottom lip as your pussy ached. He gave you a slight smirk as he leaned down and pushed his length into you, slowly tearing and stretching you. You mewled, your slick easing the intrusion. His strong arms were now on either side of your head, caging you in as you watched his face contort in delight as he gently penetrated you. You would have liked to have taken the time to suck him off, but it was obvious that both of you were too horny by the situation. He was so hungry he wanted to fuck you hard right there. He began a slow rhythm, reveling in your moans, your pussy walls feeling the swollen veins of his cock as the pleasure possessed you in waves.
“Fuck,” he groaned, lust clouding all of his senses as he kept gazing at your tearful, beautiful eyes.
He began to thrust harder as you squealed louder, his big member stretching you painfully but deliciously. The sound of slapping skin against skin began to echo around the room as grunts fell from his lips. He kissed you again to drink in your whimpers, nibbling your lips as he quickened the pace, fucking you hard for a few seconds as he felt the pleasurebuilding inside him and nearing his orgasm.
He stopped suddenly, pulling out as you gasped, feeling empty. The rosy, swollen tip of his cock dripped precum. You understood what you both wanted as you slowly rolled over, your breasts rubbing against the smooth sheets. His index finger and thumb slid over your slick folds, before teasingly rubbing the thick head of his cock against your lips, drawing a sigh and a low moan from you. You glanced over your shoulder at him, unable to take it anymore.
“Fuck me...”
He thrusted into you suddenly, wringing a gasp from your lips. He started a fast rhythm again as he pierced you from the inside, pounding into you as his balls slapped against your clit, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the bedroom.
“My good girl, look at you taking my cock so well,” he said, almost collected, despite the storm of bliss overwhelming him, as you writhed in pleasure beneath him.
This dark, wild side of John turned you on more than you cared to admit. Your soaked pussy tightened around his thick shaft, every rough vein rubbing your sensitive walls. Your cries were lost in the pillow, your body jerking with bliss. His callused hands, scarred by years of fighting, dug into the delicate skin of your hips as he fucked you with relentless fervor.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice deep and raspy.
Your orgasm surged through you, shaking you from head to toe. Your pussy clenched violently around his cock, wringing a primal groan from his throat. John gave one final, deep, brutal thrust, and his cum spurted into you. Hot, thick, and relentless, ruining you completely. His sticky load overflowed your cunt until it leaked down your thighs in shameless, glistening trails.
Exhausted, you collapsed on the bed, out of breath. John, the assassin turned lover, embraced you with tenderness, his muscular torso pressed against your back. He murmured tender words to you, his husky voice soothing, his fingers brushing your hair.
“You're everything,” he breathed, a light kiss on your temple then another on your shoulder.
He grabbed a handkerchief from the bedside table, carefully cleaning the cum dripping from your folds before tossing it into a garbage can by the bed, his gestures precise and thoughtful. Then he joined you on the bed and lay on his side, both holding each other’s gaze as his steady breath lulled your still-palpitating heart.
Something I wrote for @sweetwolfcupcake to get back at her for teasing me with her amazing writing about Johnny Utah💕
Pairing : John Wick x f!reader
Genre : fluff
Divider made by @enchanthings-a
Icons made by @tudojuntoemisturado
You were focused on what you were writing, the crackling of the fire beside you lulling your thoughts and dreams. You were thinking of a landscape, a sort of meadow where you could begin a story. The perfect setting for a gentle beginning. Your pen scribbled on the page of the notebook placed on the desk in front of you.
You knew John was lounging behind you with a book, on the couch. You could feel his gaze pressed on your back. When you turned around, you noticed his gaze was gentle, a kindness you loved above all else. With him, you were enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and fulfillment. You loved spending a quiet weekend with him in a comfortable cabin in the middle of the forest.
He had been like a guardian angel to you ever since you met. Something reassuring despite his dark past. Who would have thought a murderer could behave like this? He was the sweetest and wisest man you'd ever meet, once he gave himself over to love.
As you continued to write, lost in your inspiration, you felt a warm, reassuring hand rest on your left shoulder, the scent of his cologne delightfully tickling your nostrils. You loved the scent, which reminded you of what was called sanctuary.
"Still writing?" His hand gently massaged the hollow of your neck, and you instinctively leaned your head down to rest against his wrist, enjoying the sensation and relaxing.
"Yes, I'm feeling inspired today." You answered him with a soft laugh, tilting your head back and meeting his deep chocolate eyes.
When you first met him, they had been cold toward you and devoid of any emotion. Now, they were deep and emotional toward you. Your lips rested on the crook of his wrist, your eyes closed as you gently inhaled the scent of his skin. You couldn't get enough of the oaky scent of his signature cologne on his skin, something you called home.
So I was on a plane and watching John Wick 2 when the below happened to come out of me...
Tagging a few friends who may be interested @manawhaat @notnaturalanahi @grace-for-sale @babypieandwhiskey @wi-deangirl77
I ran my long red nail along the line of my bottom lip and packed my lipstick into my jacket pocket, pulling out the gun from my holster.
I looked up at the oncoming motorcycle and fired a shot at the wheel, sending the man flying to my left and the bike skidding to a halt on my right. Ignoring the car screeching to a halt behind me, I walked over to the man who was struggling to catch his breath.
I crouched next to him and searched his pockets as footsteps approached behind me, I found the metal card I was looking for and held it at shoulder height, knowing the figure behind me would take it.
I grabbed the chin of the mans helmet and pulled him up to my face, looking directly into his half closed eyes, I whispered towards his ear. “I believe I just saved you from the boogeyman.” I placed a kiss against the shiny black surface of his helmet, leaving a bright red lip print behind.
“I had him.” The man standing behind me said, pocketing the card he’d taken from me.
“I know. I couldn’t resist.” I said, standing and turning to face him.
His slick black hair and facial scruff were identifying features, along with the matching black three piece suit and tie.
“Good to see you John.” I leaned into him as he did to me, placing a kiss to his cheek.
“Turns out I’m not the only one who can return from the dead.” He offered with a grim smile.
