Coming home
pairing: John x wife!reader
summary: John comes home after his deployment.
words: 533
warnings: kissing, mentions of jerking off (not explicit)
a/n: We need more fanfics and one-shots of Finn!!! I think this is the first ever x reader story of John on here.
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The front door opened with the same creak as always, but that evening it was a better creaking; it meant your husband was finally home. John had been away in Iraq for the last couple of months, leaving you alone in your shared apartment. You had been married for just a couple of months before his deployment had sent him away from you, and you two had tried to call at least twice a week since then. John had sent you some pictures during that time, some private ones where he was shirtless or some rare ones where he was just in his boxers, as a payback for the ones you sent to him so he wouldn't feel so alone with the boys. You had saved every picture of him in your desk at home and had counted the days until he was home and in your safe arms again.
And there he was, still wearing his uniform, his sunglasses on his shaved head, and heavy bags in both of his hands. You stood in the doorframe of the door that led to the living room for a moment, just admiring his sight. Then he suddenly dropped the army bags and crossed the floor with three big steps to crash into you and give you the tightest hug you had ever received from him. John lifted you from the ground and spun you around. His face was buried in your neck, breathing in the perfume of yours he had missed so much.
He pulled back, just enough to see your face and place his hands on either of your cheeks. He looked you into the eyes, his own blue eyes glassy from welling up tears. And then...
He kissed you.
Slow and soft, like he had wanted to do it since the day he had left you here at the same spot.
„I missed you so damn much, baby.“ John whispered, face still only centimeters away from yours.
„I missed you too, babe.“ you whispered back, smiling while a tear ran down your face.
With slightly trembling but gentle fingers, he brushed the tear off of your cheek.
„Hey, baby, don't cry. I'm home now.“ John began to laugh, but you could see his own tears rolling down his cheeks.
„They are happy tears.“ You smiled and hugged him again. The scent of the cologne you had bought him just before his deployment filled your nose, and you enjoyed the smell of it.
John tilted your head up again with his finger under your chin and kissed you again, now more passionately. His hands slid down your sides and landed on your ass, and before you realized it, he had already pushed you up, and you had wrapped your legs around his body.
John's mind had dreamed about this moment all the nights before, and all the times he had jerked off in the bathroom when he was alone, he had thought about your perfect naked body and the things you would have done with him or he would have done with you.
A soft groan escaped his mouth as he put you down on the big couch in your guys' living room.
