Keanu Reeves/ John Wick one shots

Not that hard

John Wick X Reader

*Smut Warning. (This as my first attempt at writing Smut that is so long, so if this isn't up to expectations, I'm very sorry.)

Trying to get John to loosen up was proving to be more difficult that Y/n had imagined. She understood that he was in the middle of a job, one that unfortunately was not going his way. But still, its not like he could do anything but wait. Which was why she had thought he should use this time to de-stress. John however, was having a hard time seeing things her way. 

"John!" She whined, trying to get his attention. They were in his home office. He was seated at the desk, analyzing something on his laptop and she was half laying in the sofa, reading her book. 

"Y/n," He replied barely looking up from his work. Rolling her eyes, she marked her page and got up, tossing the novel to the chair. Y/n walked over to his chair, leaning against his desk. Still, he barely paid her any attention. Annoyed, she huffed and snapped the laptop closed, he moved his hands just in time. "Really?" He raised his eyebrows at her, a little angry at first, but quickly cooling down when his eyes met hers. "Sorry babe. What's up?" She was only wearing one of his shirts over her underwear, he placed his hands on her bare thighs. 

"What's up is you stressing about some random guy you can't find." She tilted her head to the side, frowning. She placed her smaller hands over his. "You can't find him, and you've done all you can, you'll get him soon, just not now." Y/n could tell that he did not want to hear that, that he just wanted to get the job done, but she continued anyway,  "So maybe you should take a break. Unwind a little and then come back to this when you head is clear."

He leaned back into his chair a little, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah?" He really wanted to get this done as soon as possible, but Y/n was right, he was getting absolutely no where and he was growing tired of staring at the screen. "Okay. Fine. But what do you suggest I do to unwind? Humm?" He raised his eyebrows in question, placing his palms on her bare thighs. 

"You could take the dog for a walk, go for a drive, read a book. Babe, seriously, anything that doesn't involve work." Y/n hopped up on his desk and John had to pull his chair closer to keep his hands on her. "Whatever you want. It's not that hard."

John's lips twitched into a sly smirk as his fingers traced circles into her skin. Regarding her with his eyebrows raised, "Anything I want?" Y/n face contorted into confusion but she nodded. "Anything at all?" He tugged on her legs a little, but she still didn't get what he was implying.

"Anything you want." As she said this, John pulled on her legs a little harder, and she gave in, letting him situate them on either on the soft, cushioned, leather armrests, amused with where he was going. By the time he was done shifting their positions, his head was between her spread legs. Right where he wanted to be. "John?" Y/n questioned curiously, giggling. 

"You said anything I wanted." He pressed an open mouthed kiss to the soft skin of her inner thigh, sucking and nibbling. When he removed his lips, there was a pale purple mark on her skin. He always loved leaving little marks that only they would see, so he would remember that he was the only person allowed there, and she would have reminder of him when he was gone. "I know exactly what I want."

"Yeah?" She ran her fingers though his hair, feeling the soft silkiness under her touch. John's lips travelled to the edge of her lacy grey underwear. One of his hands pressed against her stomach, urging her to lay back while the other held a steel grip on her hip. Y/n propped herself on her elbows, John's desk had files and other random things littered along the top, disorganized from hours of work and her new position should have been uncomfortable, but she was too distracted to care. John grazed his teeth along her sex and even though she was still wearing her panties, it sent shivers up her spin. Her legs moved to rest on either of his shoulders. Slowly, emphasizing each movement of his expert fingers, John peeled Y/n's underwear off, tossing it to the side. He roamed her center with his mouth then let his tongue travel to her core as his fingers worked her cilt. The combination of the swirls of his tongue and the pressure  It felt amazing, but this isn't what Y/n had meant, "John..." She moaned, "You're supposed to...." Summoning the strength, Y/n used one of her shaking legs to gently push at his shoulder. She got his attention and John stopped his ministrations to offer her a lust crazed stare. Around his mouth and his trimmed bread glistened with evidence of where he had been, his eyes burned with desire. Y/n didn't say anything, she just slid of the desk and into his lap. The rough fabric of his jeans under her created pleasurable friction that made her crave John more than before.

John made short work of the buttons of the shirt she was wearing and pushed it of Y/n so he could cup her breasts through her bra. She ground against him, moaning as he trailed kisses and love bites along the side of her neck. John's hands moved to undo the clasp of her lace bra and then he took one of her breasts in her mouths while using his hand to favor the other. Every time he bit down lightly, Y/n felt it though her entire body, adding to her need. She whimpered with need, occasionally whispering obscenities into his ear. His voice was a low, horse whisper, brushing against her ear, "What do you want baby?"

"You," Y/n pleaded breathlessly, "Fuck John, I want you." They both reached for the button and zipper on his jeans, and he raised slightly so she could help him push them down along with his boxers. With his fingers pressing into her hips, sure to leave bruises after, he guided her down on to him. Y/n lowered herself onto John, letting him fill her to the brim, stretching her in the best way. She moaned loudly, her hands travelling under t shirt and her nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck babygirl. You always feel so good around me." John arched his body, his hips bucking, a voiceless demand for her to start moving. And she did. Y/n began a slow pace, her fingers bunching up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, the incessant need for skin to skin contact growing. Between groping Y/n's breasts and hips, John broke away to pull the lever at the side of the chair, reclining it. "Faster baby." John kissed and nipped at the soft flesh at the top of her left breast and Y/n dug her long nails into his shoulders. She picked up the pace, getting high on him, the heat in the pit of her stomach nearing its breaking point. "Y/n," John mumbled her name muffled against her skin.

"John...." He drew her closer, burying his face in her neck and his fingers in her hair. Y/n arms wound around John's neck and the rhythm they had created was staring to become more erratic as they reached their individual highs. Finally, something inside her snapped, and she came crashing down, unravelling as she did, screaming his name, "John! Fuck John!"

John followed soon after, singing obscene praises, filling her with a gush of warmth, "Y/n, baby, fuck," He held her tightly, "You're so fucking perfect." They bodies relaxed, sweaty despite the coolness of the room. Y/n laid on to of John and they were both breathing heavily. He played with her hair and she hummed quietly against his chest. "Maybe I should take more breaks," She could hear the teasing smile in his tone.

"If that was your idea of a break, then we already take a lot of breaks," She giggled, tracing circles on John's strong arms. 

John laughed to, "I guess it wasn't that hard after all."