Protège Moi: Chapter Six
Pairing: The Wireman x fem!reader
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five
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Summary: You and John grow close after another night of partying
Word count: 1.3k
Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, age difference, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, angst, yearning, mentions of scars and self-harm (razors), sexual assault (groping), descriptions of violence, blood, mentions of murder, eventually: vaginal fingering, oral, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, dirty talk, proofread once, no beta
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To John’s chagrin and growing irritation, you almost immediately went back to partying, so hard and so often that he couldn’t wait for your classes to start. He was barely keeping up, getting more and more mentally exhausted night after night. He finally had to admit that he was jealous of men and women pawing at you, touching you, having their arms around you. There was nothing he liked more than those seldom moments when you’d lean into him when walking or sitting in the back of the cab. And it always was just a moment, almost like you needed him to ground yourself, but pulled back before John could properly react.
He cherished those moments deeply, replaying them endlessly in his mind, finding comfort in the memories, especially when it felt like you were so far away.
Watching you dance, again, he was getting nervous, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He was looking around, his fingers twitching again, and then finally decided to ask you to go home.
Both you and your friends happily hollered at him, watching him wiggle his way onto the dance floor, but John was determined.
“Call it a night, will you?” he leaned towards you, one of his hands protectively splaying against the small of your back. He was ready to fight you on this, and despite your occasional brattiness and proven stubbornness, he wasn’t going to back down from this one.
“Bye, bitches!” you shouted, blowing kisses at your friends. You grabbed John’s hand, the one that had just left your back, and tipsily followed him through the crowd, all the way to the outside.
This club was actually quite close to your place, but your feet hurt so much already, not that you’d admit it. You were still holding onto John’s hand, scared to grip harder in case he forgot your hand was there, but when you stuttered in your step, falling a little behind, you felt his hand tighten around yours.
“Johnny, is everything all right?” you pouted, causing him to stop. You knew he hated that nickname, always giving you a slight side-eye, his cheeks puffing out a bit, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You tangled one of your hands into his hair, fixing it a little. You weren’t thinking clearly, alcohol getting to you, but he was so irresistible tonight, and you wanted him to kiss you so badly.
“I don’t know,” his eyes kept darting between your face and your surroundings. “I’m just tired.”
“Okay, baby,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes, your hand slipping to the back of his neck, “will you let me take care of you tonight?” You watched as his head moved in small, tired nods.
In one quick move, he pulled your arm over his head and tossed you over his shoulder, his other hand resting on your ass, shielding what’s left of your propriety. You giggled, trying hard not to kick your feet in excitement. He picked you up with such ease that it sent a wave of heat through you, making your breath hitch.
You were so prepared to do whatever John wanted, although you had a sneaking suspicion he would want you on your knees. You realised you let your horny imagination get ahead of you when John hugged you immediately after you locked the door.
He held you in a tight grip, his head falling to your shoulder, pulling you deep into his embrace, his sleeved forearms dragging over the sensitive skin exposed in your backless dress.
Your arms were around John’s neck, your hands caressing gently from his neck towards where his hair started, where he had it cut shorter. Listening to his growingly erratic breathing, you pressed against him harder, getting on your tiptoes. He still towered over you; your head could barely rest in the crook of his neck, your forehead pressed against the tight muscle there.
You could smell him under his shirt, a faint scent of cologne mixed with the intoxicating saltiness of his sweat. You had to hold yourself back from starting to lick and suck at his neck, even if you couldn’t reach it. This was John’s night, you reminded yourself, one of your hands sliding down, trembling slightly against his chest.
John took half a step back, his hands falling to your waist, his forehead falling against yours. He was still breathing hard, tiny beads of sweat spilling from his skin to yours. Against your better judgment, you reached up, placing your open palm to his jaw, your finger touching his cheekbone, just for a moment before you started pulling back, reminding yourself again not to force anything.
His hand shot up, enveloping yours and pressing it against his face. He exhaled, melting into it, his head turning slightly to press open-mouth kisses to your hand; he looked so lost in a distant fantasy, the fantasy you wanted to give him, if he’d only ask for it. And then he started to shake his head, almost in disbelief.
“Talk to me, please,” you pleaded, teary-eyed, watching as he pressed his eyelids together even harder.
He continued to shake his head, and you scolded yourself for pushing; you should have kept quiet.
“I’m here,” you whispered, placing that hand firmly against his face, “for whatever you need me, okay?
Another deep exhale, and then John slowly led you to his bed, kneeling next to you when you sat down. Your breath hitched the moment his fingers touched your ankle, slowly, gently unbuckling all the tiny straps of your heels, sliding over your skin. And then the other leg as well, and he leaned his head against your thigh, his eyes still firmly closed.
John was afraid that if he opened them, you’d disappear. You’d see him for what he was: a lowlife not worthy of your attention, of your love; trailer park trash, a foster home reject, a delinquent and an outcast, a criminal. John was never meant to be this close to someone like you, someone so beautiful and kind, someone whose star was shining so bright it set his on fire.
He lay you down and turned you on your side, so your back was pressed against his chest, still not having the strength to look you in the eye. He snaked one arm under you so your head rested on his bicep, and hugged you with the other, breathing you in, his forehead pressed against the back of your head as your hair tickled his face.
“I want you,” he swallowed, “to be here with me.”
“I am here, for as long as you need me.”
John swallowed a cry, cursing himself for being so soft. He had no idea he was reaching his breaking point until your hand caressed the back of his neck earlier this evening, and then he wanted to hug you, kiss you, take you home and make love to you, tell you how much he cared for you, never be apart from you again.
Instead, he settled for you two cuddling fully clothed on the bed, your hand gently sliding over his fingers, your head turning ever so slightly to kiss his arm through the fabric. The collar was biting into his neck, but John didn’t want to move, scared that you’d come to your senses, realising you were in the bed with your bodyguard. He clenched his jaw, stilling.
He was listening to your breathing until it settled into that deep, calm rhythm, a telltale sign that you fell asleep.
“You are always all over me when you drink,” he finally whispered, a hollow, tight feeling beating in his chest, spreading through his throat all the way to his jaw. “I wish you’d choose me sober. Just once.”
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