Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Masquerade

John Wick x Reader

John stood in the bedroom of his and Y/n's shared room in Rome's Contential. He adjusted his bow tie, a little annoyed that it would not sit straight. He was fully dressed already, in an all black tuxedo and matching shoes. He and Y/n were getting ready for a masquerade ball, being held at Rome's finest hotel. They weren't going for the fun of it, they were following a job. A Russian arm's dealer, their curret target. After weeks of studying and waiting, they had both agreed that that night was the best time to strike.

At the thought of her, as if she had heard him, Y/n emerged from the bathroom, mostly ready in a black gown that glittered. The cut at the neck was low, exposing her cleavge and there was a slit at the right side, begining high on her thigh, showing of her perfect legs. Whatever cloth there was, stuck to her slender form. Form the minute John had caught a glimse of the dress on the hanger, he knew he would have a love hate relationship with it, especially when it was on his girlfriend. And this very moment was confirmation of that. Love because she no doubt looked beautiful, hate because if he could see everything, then every other person they met could too. "You look stunning. But are you really going to wear that?" He turned to get a full look at her.

"Did I do something to suggest otherwise?" Y/n approached John, pressing a kiss to his lips then firmly straightening his bowtie. Much to his suprise, it stayed put this time. Then, she walked over to sit on the bed, slipping her feet into a pair of strappy black stlitteos. Adjusting the straps, "Do you not like it?" Y/n could have sworn that John would love it.

"It's nice." He checked his concealed weapons, making sure that they were actually hidden, "It's just, I don't see how you'll hide weapons if everything else is on display." He sounded more annoyed than he intened to, but not more than he actually was.

Y/n raised her eyebrows, amused, "John," She giggled, "I'm sensing an air of possessiveness with a hint of protectiveness." Standing, she was now four inches taller, still not tall enough to meet his lips without him having to bend slightly. "Don't worry. Most of it is on this side."She patted her covered leg, "And in my purse. Plus its one guy, how much can we need?" She made a good point.

John's arms went around her waist, the feel of her against him familar and welcome. Her expensive perfume greeting his senses. On her neck shone a diamond teardrop necklace that he had gotten her for her birthday a few months ago. On the wrist of her hand that was pressed to his chest was another gift from him, a emarald and diamond tennis bracelet. It went without saying that one of his joys was spoling her. "Maybe the other way around," He said, referring to her statement from earlier. "You just look so beautiful, everyone's going to want you as much as I do."

"Yeah, but I don't want them." She tugged at the lapels of his jacket, pulling him into a kiss, "I don't want anyone else but you." John smiled into the kiss, hugging her close. Eventually, and very reluctantly, he let her going, "We should get going."

"We should." Y/n went to a box that laid open, displaying a pair of elaborately designed laser cut masks, a larger one for him and a smaller, more delicate looking one for her. 

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Getting past security at the door was easy, especially when all the guards really wanted to do was flirt with Y/n, much to John's annoyance. The hard part was keeping track of their quickly drunken-ing target , who had proven to be quite sociable. He was almost bouncing off the corners of the room, having a drink here, talking to someone over there. "How long do you think it'll be before we get him alone?" Y/n asked, sipping from a glass of champagne.

"No clue." John swirled the glass of bourbon in his hand, watching as the remaining amber liquid shift around in the glass, "It's like he doesn't have a bladder." Their plan was to get him in the bathroom, deliver one bullet to the head and then slip out before anyone notices.