"Really? Right now?",,~{ Spooky Month: Officer John x Reader Oneshots}~

"Really? Right now?"

(Honestly, the reader can be anyone. Just note that I am using female anatomy for this particular fic. This is a SMUT fanfic. If you don't like it, I can make a seperate version of this but for now you have this.)

I sighed as I heard the door open, indicating he was home. I just don't know what's up with him lately, he's been so focused on this "Cultist" work that he's barely been home! Besides, when he is home, he spends all the time in our basement with his partner, Jack, trying to make things make sense. It's making him go haywire and I've just had enough! He's beginning to scare our daughter. He's beginning to scare me.

I put down my book as I waited for John to get upstairs, thinking about my book while I heard him rummage through the kitchen, like always. It's 11:20 PM. The man can carry a gun and investigate cultists but can't grab something to eat on the way home. I rubbed my closed eyes together with my pointer finger and thumb as I heard the door open. I glanced at my book, "Last Ride", by Laura Langston. Never really figured why Logan likes Cherry Twizzlers.

I felt the bed dip as I heard the bed squeak, glancing over at the overworked officer I called my husband. I sighed before I decided to talk to him. "Busy day today, hm?" I said as I looked over at him, giving him a curious gaze as I faced my body towards him. It was expected, as well as unpleasant, when all I heard was him mumble. I mumbled under my breath in annoyance. I looked over at him one last time, he had his body faced the other way. He didn't even bother to change out of his uniform. Typical.

"John, Honey." I started my sentence, moving a bit towards him as I scooched near him, putting my hand on his waist which made him slightly jump. "I'm worried about you, you know. You've been spending so much time wondering about those cultists and spending so much time at the office. I get it's important, but at the end of the day, you have a family. A family you formed and you have to take care of." I said, not taking my eyes off of his head as I looked for any sudden movements. "If something happened to you out there, I would never be able to ever be the same again. I love you so much and having you put your life at risk is too much to bear." He must have passed out while I said all that. I groaned out quietly as I turned my body the other way as I lay down, ready to sleep. I was about to turn off the lamp on the desk near our bed where my book lay when I felt a hand on my own waist.

I heard John grumble as he tugged on my waist, wanting to pull me closer to him. I smiled slightly as I let myself be dragged towards him, like some sort of ragdoll. I buried my face into the crook of his neck as I got ready to slip unconscious as I heard him mumble again, only this time a bit louder. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling my waist even harder, "I just don't know what to do. I want to be there and love you guys but this case is important. Just merely knowing about the supposed cultists puts my life at stake, and if I don't do anything about it, possibly yours as well." John stated, breathing hard onto my head as I felt his warm embrace, moving his hands up and down my body as he explained. He traced his fingers ever so slightly across the fabric of the clothes that covered my body, his hands being gentle and having a touch I know nobody else has.

I smiled into his neck as I put my arm over his waist, pulling him closer to me as well. "I understand, but if you can, could you please squeeze family time into your busy schedule, Mr. McBusy?" I asked, breathing in his scent as I started to move my legs to get comfortable, only to have my thigh in between his legs. I slowly moved my leg up and down as I watched as he grew stiff, his fingers stopped in their tracks as I heard his breathing hitch. I moved my thigh up and down even slower as I heard his low groan. I heard as he pulled me closer, which I didn't even think was possible, as he leaned down to my ear.

"Really? Right now?" John asked, his fingers beginning to travel across my body now, tracing my back as he began to relax, slightly moving his hips to the rhythm of my thigh. I backed away from his neck as I made eye contact with him, tracing my fingers across his dark turquoise button up, "If you're really sorry," I started, moving my fingers down to his belt. I let my fingertips lightly move across his body and down to his pants buckle as I grabbed it roughly, "Then prove it. Actions speak louder than words." I said, burying my face into the crook of his neck again as I spoke. I heard him shuffle as he moved to make eye contact with my eyes, his eyes glowing with passion as he roughly grabbed my waist. I maintained eye contact as he broke it, trailing his eyes along with his fingers as he froze at my core. He moved along the slit of my opening as I whimpered slightly, his finger sliding across my clit. This didn't slip under his radar as he moved back to my clit, rubbing circles and smirking as he kept looking down. I whimpered again as I felt his breath rain down onto my head, his mustache rubbing against my forehead as he worked his fingers.