John Locke x Reader

Oneshot

‼️Sexual Content‼️
❗️Cringe Alert❗️

You're running down the road, carrying a wooden bucket of sheets, and clothes. You're rushing to the river to wash your linens. You push and brush past people, reminding yourself over and over again why it's so important that you clean everything in the bucket. You live as a maid that does anything and everything you're told. Otherwise there will be harsh consequences. Anything from verbal insults, to physical aggression. As you're running, you bump into a man, causing you to fall, and the linens go flying. Quickly collecting everything that was once in the bucket, the man stops you, and helps you up.

"Where are you going, that you're in such a hurry, madam?" Asks the man.
Shocked by his kindness, you stammer, "I need to wash everything in this bucket before my Master and Mistress become infuriated." You explain. He lifts your chin, and tells you, "You're worth so much more than that." The mysterious man gazes into your eyes, and you feel your cheeks burning.
"My name is John. John Locke." He smiles. He lets go of your chin, and you stand there looking like a fool. You then realize he probably wants you to introduce yourself as well. "I'm y/n." You utter.
     "Y/n...why don't you come to my place?" He asks. "I can't...I have to wash these before I get in trouble." You explain. "Don't worry about that...Follow me." He turns around, and starts walking. Not sure what to do with the bucket, you just set it down on the ground, and follow him like a puppy.

     You've arrived as his house. It's a nice, warm little cottage by the woods. It's nice and homey. "Would you like something to drink, y/n?" He asks. "No thank you." You reply. You sit down on his couch, and look around. There's tapestries on the walls, and curtains over the windows. Just the smell of the house makes you feel at home. John walks up to you, and strokes your hair. You freeze. Your breathing hitches. You look up at him. He smiles and kneels down to your level. He looks you in the eyes, as he closes in the gap between your faces. Closing your eyes, you completely close the gap by kissing his lips. He kisses back, and climbs onto you. You lean back, and he's now completely on top of you.

The taste of his lips make you want to taste more of him. Your breathing starts to become heavier, as so does his. He starts to gradually strip you, and you strip him. Soon enough, you're bare and vulnerable. He picks you up, and carries you to his room. He gently sets you down, and asks, "Do I have your permission?". Without any hesitation, you tell him yes. He passionately kisses you, and starts to run his hands down your body. He reaches between your legs, and starts to play with your clit. You gasp, and throw your head back. He speeds up, and you start moaning. After a little, he inserts his erected member into your hole. He moves slowly in and out. Then he speeds up the pace. Soon enough, he's thrusting harder and faster than you thought was ever possible. You're moaning uncontrollably. Both of you are huffing and puffing, and out of breath. But that doesn't stop him. Sweat and lust is in the air, and you love it. You've never felt this much pleasure before. He leans over, and grabs your neck. The sudden movement startles you, but you're okay with it. He gently squeezes, and somehow it makes everything seem better. The pleasure that's surging through your body, the pressure in your head, the dirty words he's whispering in your ear. It's so much more enjoyable. "You're such a dirty little slut. You're enjoying this aren't you?". The way he was telling you these degrading words shocked you. How could a man that was once so nice, turn into a man like this? But you didn't care. You loved the way he was treating you. Each moan was getting louder and louder. Even for him. He's groaning and throwing his head back. All you can hear is the slapping of two bodies. Even just the sounds that fill the room would be enough for anyone to feel pleasure.

He's pushing in so deep, you can feel something whole inside of you. It's an awkward feeling, but you love it. He lets go of your throat, but then starts caressing your boobs. As he's thrusting, he leans down and starts sucking your chest, leaving hickeys. So much is happening, you're not sure what to focus on. There's no way to express your pleasure except for moaning. "P-please faster.." You plead. And your wish is his command. He straightens up, and speeds up. You're not moaning anymore. You're yelling. Your body is being thrown everywhere, and he's sweating. You're about to reach your climax. And he is too. You start touching yourself while he's inside you. Double the pleasure.

     You cum. Your body spazzes, and shakes. You yell louder as the sensation spreads through your body. You're gasping for air, and throwing your head back. Not too long after, John pulls out, and squirts his cum all over your stomach. It's warm on your body. He moans one last time, and then climbs on top of you and peppers you with kisses. You smile, and look at him.

Too bad you might never see him again...But he really is the one...

-Author's note-
I haven't written a fanfiction in so long. Bro this is the weirdest story I've ever written. Honestly kill me right now. I fucking can't believe I did this 🤨. This is a joke, I promise. It was all because of my history class 😛.