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Compliant - John Wick

A/N: smut

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You certainly hadn't expected to run into John Wick in the back hallway of the warehouse where you'd just killed fourteen men. As he stepped into view, you rolled your eyes and lowered your weapon though you didn't put it away. There was no guarantee all the threats had been eliminated as you moved through the building.

John's brow furrowed and the corners of his lips pulled down into a frown. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here, John? I'm doing my job. Is that alright with you?" Your words were clipped, sharp. The two of you had been fighting for over a week. Mainly about you taking too many risks.

He stepped closer, pausing when he noticed you still held your weapon before closing the rest of the distance between the two of you. He holstered his gun and looked over you with his dark eyes. "This isn't a two person job. I can finish up. Go home and I'll see you later."

Irritation helped you resist the urge to close your eyes and just savor his rich voice. "I guess you'll have to make me."

One thin brow shot up and his jaw went tight. "Excuse me?" His voice turned hard.

You leaned forward, lips stopping a breath from his. "Make me go home. This is my job. I'll finish it. You go home."

He growled and gripped your upper arms. You smirked as you straightened so you weren't so close to him. "Why do you have to be so goddamn stubborn? It's our job. It doesn't matter who finishes it. Just go home. Take a bath. Dance on the graves of your enemies. I don't give a fuck. Just do as you're told." He released you to pace the floor as he raked a hand through his hair.

"Why do you have to be so goddamn bossy?" You holstered your weapon, not having heard anything since John had appeared. Between the two of you, odds were everyone was dead. "You can't just order me around. Asshole."

His head snapped in your direction and his gaze turned even darker. In a flash, his hand was wrapped around your throat and your back was pressed against the wall. He leaned forward, his lips finding your ear. "What did you just say to me, princess?"

You swallowed as your tongue darted out to wet your lips. Liquid pooled in your core. "You can't just order me around."

He hummed and pressed his thigh between your legs, his grip on your throat tightening ever so slightly. "Try again." His voice had dropped about an octave from its usual pitch. Not fucking fair.

"You can't just order me around, sir."

The corner of his mouth kicked up. "There she is. Good girl." His nose traced up the line of your neck before nuzzling against your ear. "Perhaps a good fucking would make you more compliant. What do you think, princess?" His tongue lathed your pulse point before he pulled the skin between his teeth and bit, marking you.

You whimpered and tried to press your legs together only to find his still between them. He pressed the hard muscle of his thigh against you. You rocked into him. Fuck.

"I asked you a question." His voice rumbled, sending a tremor through you.

God, this man made you weak in all the best ways. "Yes, sir. Fuck me please."

He smiled against your skin. "All you had to do was ask, sweetheart." A moment later, he had you turned to face the wall. He grabbed your hands and pressed them against the wall, to hold you up. His foot kicked lightly at yours, spreading your legs. Getting you into the position he wanted.

Hands at your hips grasped the waist band of your pants, tugging them down to give him access. His fingers found your folds, sliding through your slick, checking that you were ready for him. It never took you long. Not when he was like this. His front molded itself to your back as he hissed in your ear. "You are soaking. Is this all for me?"

You nodded and whimpered when his fingers slipped inside your core. "Missed you, sir." The two of you hadn't been intimate in days, not since the argument started. And god, did you miss it. Miss him.

"Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting then." His fingers slid from you and a second later you heard his zipper. You adjusted your stance slightly to one you knew would take him better.

His hot, thick length pressed inside of you, making you rock up onto your toes before settling back into place. One of his hands ran up your arm to lace fingers with yours while the other slipped around your waist to support your belly.

He pulled out and slid back in, both of you moaning at the sensation. His head dropped forward to rest against your back. "Feel so good, baby. No more fighting. Missed you too much."

You shook your head and arched your back so your ass pressed more firmly against him. "No more fighting, sir."

He chuckled, always loving how you gave him control in your intimate moments. All but the head of his cock slid from you and he hesitated a second before slamming back into you. A half-scream tore from your throat. "Fuck," John bit out at the sound. He quit restraining himself and began to pound in and out of you.

The hallway filled with grunts and moans and the sweet sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The scent of sweat and sex surrounded you. The hand on your stomach found your clit and rubbed just the way you liked. "Cum for me, princess." You were already close and his words were enough to push you over the edge. He followed immediately after, painting your insides with his cum.

The two of you were still panting when John drew the gun from your holster and pointed it down the hallway, firing two shots. The thud of a body hitting the floor followed and John put your weapon back where it belonged. Huh. Guess you'd missed one.