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keanubot · 6 years ago

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Catastrophe Reigns (John Wick/Reader) Chapter 14

first of all, you have no idea how thankful i am for all of you and how much i appreciate how patient you’ve all been. these past few months haven’t been great for me and it was difficult to find the time or inspiration to write. but i’m slowly but surely getting my groove back and i finally have a new chapter for you guys. i’m sorry for how long it took, and i’m sorry it’s not the most exciting chapter, but it’s something!

word count: 4.3k

warnings: a teensy bit of smuttiness here and there (the next chapter will be much more smutty, trust me)

You can’t get out of your apartment fast enough, slightly worried that somebody else is going to show up and see John. It’s not that you’re embarrassed of him or anything even close to that; if anything, you’d love to show off that you’ve finally managed to get laid, and with a man this gorgeous. But the fact that you can’t really explain any part of your relationship is just too much of a roadblock at this point. You’re already wondering what the hell you’re going to say to Ruby next time you see her, you don’t need more complications in your life.

John had found the whole thing hilarious, apologizing profusely through laughter as you’d handed him a towel through the bathroom door and given him a disapproving look.

“She could have seen you naked,” you’d groaned, shaking your head, “It’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he’d said through laughs, patting his chest with the towel, “I don’t know why but this whole situation is just so funny to me, I feel like a teenager.”

You’d smiled at that, biting your lip and eyeing him up and down, “Speaking of which…I saw your drivers license.”

He’d raised an eyebrow, “And?”

You’d smirked, “47, huh?”

After staring at you for a few seconds, drying himself off and looking a bit sheepish, he’d slowed his movements and looked at you a bit worriedly, “Is that okay?”

A wide grin had appeared on your face as you’d nodded, reassuring him immediately, “Age is just a number, John. It doesn’t bother me at all.”

You’d left the bathroom to finish getting ready, then quickly whisked John out of the apartment with Bleu on his leash, excited to get as far away as possible from all the drama your building has become associated with. Now you find yourself walking hand in hand with John down a quiet side street, admiring the autumn leaves that are starting to fall from the trees and begin the transition to winter. His hand is strong and firm in yours, calloused but soft, and you never want to let go.

“So, you’ve told me all about your job,” John says, squeezing your hand gently, “And your friends from work, but what about you?”

You grimace, looking down at Bleu who’s walking a few feet in front of the two of you, tail wagging as he waddles excitedly down the street. You’ve never been the kind of person to enjoy sharing personal details about yourself, always feeling like you’re too boring for anyone to really find you interesting. But John seems interested, which makes your heart flutter.

“There’s not really much to know,” you shrug, avoiding looking at him, “My job takes up most of my time and I just told you all about that, so…there’s not much else to say.”

“Bullshit,” John replies, and you finally look at him, surprised to see him smiling at you, “I’m sure there’s a lot to say. Where did you grow up?”

So you tell him; you end up telling him a lot, actually, which really surprises you. From parts of your childhood and your relationship with your parents to your time at medical school and your awkward introversion, John listens attentively. The words flow out naturally and you never once feel as if he’s getting bored or waiting for you to stop talking. He hangs onto your every word, squeezing your hand every so often and smiling beautifully every time you tell him something he finds cute or funny. When you tell him about rescuing Fitz from a cat fight and nursing him back to health, he stops in his tracks, making you stop as well.

“What?”

He just shakes his head, seemingly in awe, “You’re just…unreal.”

You feel your face turn red and you let go of his hand, continuing to walk and focusing your attention on Bleu, “I’m really not. You’re the one who’s out there kicking ass and taking names.” You’re half-joking, but John speed walks to catch up with you, gently taking your hand again and smiling softly at you.

“There’s more honor in what you do than in what I do, Y/N,” he says quietly, eyes sincere – you can sense a sadness within them that makes your heart hurt, “You save lives every day, even when you’re not at work.”

“I don’t-“

“You saved mine,” he interrupts you, and he brings your hand up to press against his heart through his jacket; you’re both still walking but neither of you are looking where you’re going, “I’m never gonna let you forget that, you know.”

You smile and pull your hand back, shaking your head, “Okay, that’s enough about me. Your turn.”

John exhales deeply, giving you a knowing smile as you continue walking down the street, “Okay, I’ll give you a little break from talking about yourself, but I just want you to know that I’m nowhere near finished with you.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

He laughs, “Mind out of the gutter, what do you wanna know?”

You think for a moment, biting your lip and twisting Bleu’s leash a little in your hand, “Why didn’t I get in trouble at the hospital? I mean, that was you, right?” You look over at him and see him slowly nodding, “You did something.”

“I did.”

Your gaze falls to the sidewalk as you wait for John to give his answer, staring at your boots as they crunch along the leaf-covered pavement. Bleu stops suddenly next to a fire hydrant and both you and John slow down to let him do his business, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you watch him lift his hind leg; you’re so used to seeing Fitz squat above his litter box that Bleu’s actions seem almost cartoonish.

“Dogs are funny.” you say to no one in particular, and John snorts.

“You’re so cute.”

“And you are avoiding the question, mister,” you tease, winking at him before starting to move again as Bleu turns away from the fire hydrant, “Listen, you already told me that you’ve –” you quiet your voice to a whisper, looking back and forth along the street to make sure there’s no one around, “– killed people,” John visibly swallows at the word but you continue, “You can tell me anything, John.”

He nods again, “I know, I’m sorry. I just –”

“Don’t be sorry.” You squeeze his hand and he smiles softly at you before taking a deep breath.

“Well, as you know, I didn’t – uh – do that, thankfully,” his eyes dart around the street as well, double checking for any passersby, “I just…well, I got the Director of Hospital Security to destroy the footage of you stealing the medication.”

You raise an eyebrow, “And he did it? Just like that?”

John grimaces, “Well, no, of course not,” he looks at you a bit sheepishly, “I threatened him.”

“With what?”

“…A gun.”

The image of the empty drawer beside your bed suddenly fills your mind and you nod to yourself, processing what John is saying. Though John needs to get used to telling you these things, in all honesty, you need to get used to hearing them. It doesn’t frighten you or make you feel uncomfortable, but just picturing John pointing a gun at someone and forcing their hand is somehow still slightly difficult to fully grasp. It just seems so strange that the quiet, gentle man walking beside you is capable of those kinds of actions, and there’s an incredibly curious part of you that wants to see him do it – which is probably the weirdest desire you’ve ever had in your life.

“Aren’t you afraid that he’ll tell somebody?”

John shakes his head, “He won’t. I made sure of that.”

“…How?”

John grimaces again, “Listen, Y/N, I know you want to know everything, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know, but… what I do, it’s not pretty. Even on the easiest of missions, there’s a lot of factors that go into making sure someone won’t…talk. It’s not as simple as just pointing the gun.”

“I understand that,” the three of you turn down another side street, keeping as far away from other pedestrians as possible in order to keep your conversation private, “Just, um… tell me, did you hurt him?”

You look over at John and he’s got one hand in his pocket, eyes glued to Bleu as he formulates an answer to your question. After a few seconds, he looks over at you, “No, but I threatened to.”

“…And would you have? If he didn’t cooperate?”

He sighs, pulling his hand out of his pocket to push his hair back from his face, “Yes. If it meant clearing your name, then yes.”

You come to a stop on the sidewalk, Bleu’s leash loosening in your grip. John stops as well, his expression turning to concern as he peers at you, “Does that scare you?” he reaches over and takes your other hand, squeezing tightly, “I’m sorry.”

The amount of fondness, warmth, and love you feel in the pit of your stomach is indescribable, a deep breath escaping your lips as you close your eyes and allow it to wash over you.

John leans down and presses his forehead to yours, brow furrowed, “I’m sorry,” he repeats, closing his eyes, breathing you in as his nose brushes against yours, “You want me to tell you these things but I know they’re not easy to h–”

“Stop apologizing,” you say back softly, reaching up and taking his face in your hands as Bleu’s leash falls to the ground. He opens his eyes again and you peer into them, trailing your nose back and forth against his, “This is what you do, I know what I’m signing up for, John.”

“Do you, though?” he swallows, “Because I –”

You silence him with a kiss, his lips soft against yours. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close, kissing you back tenderly as his hands trail up and down your spine. Bleu, just as well behaved as John had said, waits patiently at your feet despite his leash laying beside him on the ground. When you pull back from each other, John reaches down and picks it up, his other hand gripping yours as you resume walking once more.

“But you threatening him…” you say with a puzzled expression, the cogs turning in your head, “Wouldn’t that have been caught on camera too?”

“Oh, definitely,” John shrugs, “which is why I had one of my contacts temporarily shut down the security system.”

You suddenly remember the blue computer screen and error message, and you can’t help but feel more than a little impressed with John’s thoroughness, “You really know what you’re doing, huh.”

Chuckling, John swings your hands back and forth between the two of you and grins, “I should hope so.”

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You spend the next hour or so walking, John’s hand a permanent fixture in yours as you keep to quiet side streets and discuss your lives. John tells you a little bit about his wife, how she’d passed away a little over a year ago and how she’d insisted he move on as quickly as possible.

“She hated the idea of me being unhappy,” John says to you, soft and quiet, “If she’d had things her way she’d have been happy with me meeting someone at her funeral and getting engaged within the month.” he chuckles to himself and looks at you with those beautiful, kind eyes you’ve grown incredibly fond of, “But that, uh… well that obviously didn’t happen.”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand gently, “She sounds lovely.”

He nods, “She was.”

“You must miss her a lot.”

He takes a few seconds to answer, mulling the words around in his head before saying, “Yes, and no. Once I was able to finally grieve, I found I was able to move on a lot quicker than I thought I would. We’d been preparing for it for a while, so it wasn’t a shock when she passed,” he looks thoughtful, his eyes breaking away from yours to peer down at Bleu, “And he helped a lot.”

“You said finally grieve, like something got in the way. Did I hear that right, or…?”

“Yeah,” he says it quickly, and you feel his hand loosen a little in your grip, “But that’s a story for another day.”

Tightening your grip on his hand, you catch his eyes and hold your gaze, giving him an empathetic smile, “Of course,” you say gently, running your thumb comfortingly along his knuckle, “Whenever you feel comfortable.”

The look John gives you sends tingles up and down your spine, his expression soft and almost awestruck, as he often seems to be whenever he looks at you. You feel yourself blush and to distract yourself you look down at your hands, biting your lip when you see the dark bruise and scabs resting along his knuckles.

“I’m not hurting you am I?”

“Not at all,” he reassures you, “It looks worse than it feels. Everything does, trust me.”

Your eyes look up to meet his again, skin still burning under his gaze, “I trust you.”

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“So what am I gonna tell Ruby?” you ask as you head back into your apartment, John following behind you with Bleu and closing the door, “It’s not like we hang out that much outside of work but I have a shift tomorrow night and she’s definitely going to ask about you.”

Fitz meows at you in greeting and rubs his body gently against the both of you, giving Bleu a tentative sniff before heading over to his food bowl and taking a few nibbles.

“Well…” John hooks Bleu’s leash on the coat rack – a simple domestic gesture that makes you smile – and walks over to put his arms around you, “You just tell her that I’m your boyfriend.”

Your skin warms at the word and you lean in to brush your nose against his, “Yeah, but what else? How did we meet?”

“Hmm…” he kisses you softly and pulls back with a smile, “The gym?” You snort and John laughs, his hands firm on your hips as he pulls you in closer, “I’ll take that as a no.”

“She knows more than anyone that the only working out I do is running through hospital hallways.”

You feel John’s hand move to your ass, squeezing firmly, “It’s done wonders.”

Laughing, you slap his hand away and pull back from him, walking over to the sink to pour some water in a bowl for Bleu, “I’m serious, John, what do I tell her? It has to be convincing, we’ve already established that I’m a terrible liar.”

John comes up behind you and puts his arms around you again, wrapping them around your stomach and pulling you into him, “We’ll come up with something, we have lots of time between now and tomorrow night.”

You go to put the bowl on the floor but John’s grip around you makes it difficult to move. You wriggle in his arms, laughing breathlessly, “What’s gotten into you? What happened to Mister ‘I just want to talk to each other today’?”

John kisses your neck and chuckles against your skin, “Oh, he’s gone.”

He loosens his grip so you can bend over and put the bowl on the floor, which suddenly leaves you both in quite a compromising position. You can feel the shape of John’s dick pressed against your ass, and his hands slowly go to your hips, his fingers pressing lightly into the bare sliver of exposed skin between your shirt and pants. You find yourself holding still for a moment, letting him slowly grind into you for a few seconds without even noticing Bleu running over and starting to drink the water.

“You’re getting hard.” you say matter-of-factly, trying not to show how turned on you suddenly are.

You feel one of John’s hands travel from your hip to your back, smoothing it across and pushing your shirt up in the process to expose your skin to him, “Can’t really help it.” he replies quietly, his hand running back and forth along your spine.

You slowly stand up and lean back into his touch, your head lolling against his shoulder as he presses kisses along the length of your neck, “What changed your mind?” you ask through a quiet moan, “Thought you wanted to keep sex on the backburner today.”

One of John’s hands is suddenly inside your shirt, traveling up to take one of your breasts in his palm. Your eyes roll back and you surrender to his touch, letting out another moan as he grinds himself into you.

“I feel so close to you,” he whispers, holding you to his chest, “I mean, I’ve felt close to you since the first night. But now…with you knowing everything…” he rubs himself against you, kisses the skin behind your ear and licks a gentle stripe along the edge of it, “I feel like I can be myself.”

You want more than anything to continue what he’s starting, but there’s a part of your brain telling you that John’s earlier idea had been a good one; you don’t want this relationship to purely be about sex. You want the connection to go deeper than that, you want to keep talking to him and opening up to each other and finding out everything you can about him. He’s not just some random guy you fixed up anymore, although he never really was that guy to begin with. He’s John, your boyfriend. Even just thinking the word gives you butterflies.

He’s here to stay, you have plenty of time to let him fuck your brains out.

Reluctantly, you step forward, pulling yourself away from him and turning in his arms. He looks at you with a puzzled expression, raising an eyebrow.

“Listen, you said no sex so let’s keep it that way,” John opens his mouth to protest but you silence him with a finger to his lips, shaking your head with a smile, “It’s a good idea, John. Spending a day learning about each other and catching up on things any normal relationship would have established ages ago.”

John’s mouth pops open in faux shock, “Are you saying this isn’t a normal relationship?!”

You laugh, pulling your hand away and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Hate to break it to you, but I think this may be one of the most unconventional relationships I’ve ever been in.”

John raises an eyebrow, “So…you’ve been in other unconventional relationships?”

You snort, “Oh, are we having that conversation now?”

“What conversation?”

You pull away from him and walk to the living room, John and Fitz following closely behind you while Bleu continues lapping at his water, “The past relationships conversation.”

“Well…” John shrugs, “I did tell you about Helen.”

You grimace, knowing he’s right, “True, but you didn’t tell me about your old flames like you’re trying to get me to do.” You sit down on the couch and John settles in beside you, picking your legs up as if on instinct and placing them in his lap.

“I’d tell you about mine if I actually had any,” he says, laughing when you make a disbelieving sound, “No, seriously, it’s true. I never had any sort of real relationship before Helen. To be quite frank, I didn’t think I deserved it.”

You frown, “That makes me sad.”

He massages your ankles in his hands, giving you a genuine smile, “Don’t be. I don’t feel that way anymore, I promise.”

You nod, looking down at your legs and loving the feeling of his calloused hands trailing up and down your bare skin. You think about what John has just said and suddenly come to a startling realization.

“Wait…so, does that mean…” you trail off, looking at him with a curious expression.

“What?”

“Were you a…” you bite your lip, trying not to smile at the thought of what you’re about to say, “Were you a virgin, before Helen?”

The look on John’s face answers your question, and you immediately wave your hands in front of yourself and try to salvage the conversation, “Oh my God, I’m sorry, that was such a stupid question. I mean look at you, Jesus Christ, of course you weren’t a virgin.”

John just laughs at your spluttering, reaching a hand up to push his hair back in disbelief, “You really thought that I was a virgin until I was 40.”

“Only for a second!!” you try to defend yourself, laughing along with him, “Listen, I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 21.”

John looks over at you in surprise, “Really? 21?”

You nod, cheeks turning a bit pink, “I, uh…I was kind of a loser in high school,” you cringe at the words, your mind suddenly playing brief memories of that time in your head, “Didn’t really get out much. Still don’t.”

John smiles softly at you, “Me neither.”

You smile back, “I’m glad I waited though, the first time is actually enjoyable if you wait until you’re an adult.”

He chuckles, “My fifteen year old self should have taken your advice.”

“Bad?”

“Terrible. I came in about twenty seconds,” he shakes his head at the memory, “Although I definitely recall thinking it was amazing at the time. Then I started having good sex and I realized my mistake.”

You raise an eyebrow, “And who was this good sex with?”

He laughs, “Not so fast, Y/N. Tell me about your first time.”

Sighing, you give in, “Um…his name was Ian. It was very romantic, he put rose petals on the bed and stuff.”

“Rose petals? I need to up my game.”

You laugh, giving John a playful swat on the arm, “Shut up, it was sweet,” you bite your lip, secretly hoping that giving details might make John a little jealous, “He was very gentle, he told me he loved me afterwards.”

“And did you say it back?”

You snort, “Yeah, but it didn’t stop him from falling out of love with me about a month later.”

John’s brow furrows, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, don’t be. We really weren’t a match,” you shrug, “He was in plastic surgery, it never would have worked.”

John laughs and watches as Fitz pounces up onto the couch, walking along your legs and settling in John’s lap. You pull your feet back to give him room, smiling wide when he curls up atop John’s thighs. John reaches down and gently pets him, scratching behind his ears and letting out a breathy laugh when Fitz begins to purr.

“He’s vibrating,” John says, and you giggle.

“Yeah, that means he likes you.”

John looks up at you, smiling tenderly and bringing his other hand up to gesture you toward him. You crawl along the couch and settle beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder and closing your eyes when he kisses your hair.

“I like you,” he murmurs against your scalp, kissing you again and again until your head feels warm and tingly, “So much.”

“I like you too,” you breathe, opening your eyes and watching John’s beat up hand gently caress Fitz’s grey fur. “I think I like you more than anyone else on this Earth.”

John touches your chin with his fingers and angles your face up to meet his, lips parting. You close your eyes again and feel his lips touch yours, soft and slow. Kissing him is the greatest feeling in the world – somehow greater than saving lives – and you feel like putty in his hands as he continues to hold your chin and kiss you deeper and deeper. The ache between your legs is back, and before you can even really register it, he’s pulling away from you with a string of saliva connecting your lips for a few seconds before breaking.

“Fuck.” you whisper, lids heavy.

“What?”

“You’re unreal,” you breathe, repeating back what he’d said to you on the walk, and he just smiles at you and starts to shake his head. Before he can say anything else, you lean back up to capture his lips again, this time cupping his face in your hand and reveling at the way his scruff feels against your skin. You feel John hum against your lips, and poor Fitz is suddenly jumping off of him with an annoyed meow as you feel yourself being lifted and placed onto John’s lap.

“No sex,” you murmur against his lips, your hands moving from his face to his hair, “We agreed.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you,” he breathes, darting his tongue out to taste you, “Kissing isn’t sex.”

“That’s true.”

You keep kissing for a few moments, John’s hands cupping your ass through your leggings. You can feel his cock pressed against your heat, long and firm, and the temptation to pull it out of the confines of his jeans is suddenly very strong. You pull away from him slightly to peer into his eyes, biting down on your lip.

“I think we did pretty good for today,” you say softly, voice slurred slightly from your arousal, “What do you think? We talked enough right?”

John nods immediately, his thumbs slipping inside the edges of your leggings, “We did, definitely.”

“We’ve both been through a lot, there’s nothing wrong with having more sex.”

“Right.”

“I mean, you’ve shared so much, so have I, it makes sense for us to want to-“

John places his finger on your lips, smirking, “Do you want me to fuck you again, Y/N?”

The words give you not only a physical reaction, but an audible one too. You shiver in his lap and hear a low moan escape your lips, eyebrows furrowing as you look into his eyes and shift your position.

“Yes, please.”

#john wick #john wick x reader #i know its probably not the ~amazing~ chapter youve all been waiting for or whatever but its something fsdjihfd #im just getting my bearings and trying to get back into a healthy writing rhythm again #the next chapter is gonna be smutty and im also gonna try and speed things up a bit time-wise #thank you for reading this story i appreciate all of you so much #mine #cr

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