Fictional Character Imagine [Smut]

John Wick

Sharpen your Knife (John Wick x Reader) // John Wick
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You could feel the tingling sensation that was growing between your thighs, as you kept observing John. On the edge of your patience you were gazing at Doc seeing how he was stitching the deep wound on Wick's arm. He was playing with the knife you recommended him earlier, his dark eyes glued to your figure. The kind of his thoughts became certain now and you couldn't wait for the moment they'll turn into actions.

Standing up from the leather chair you were comfortably huddled up in you slowly walked to the small liquor bar and poured two glasses of bourbon. Taking them in your hands you walked over to the bruised and bloodied figure sitting at the edge of the bed, Doc still stitching him up and handed him one of the glasses.

"Thank you, darling" he took the drink from your hand and pressed his lips to the edge of the glass, taking a sip from it, his gaze attached to your face studying every slightest change that could appear on it.

He wasn't really paying attention to the man that was fixing his wounds, John was only focused on you and you only.

And he had the right to, because you were really quite a picture tonight.

Taking a night off from your Sommelier duty and accepting his invitation seemed like the perfect occasion to wear your best dress.

The satin fabric was hugging your body, underlining all of your curves; the deep cleavage was barely holding in your breasts; the hem of it ending at your mid-thigh, showing off all of your assets, but not showing too much. Everything else was left to one's imagination and you could swear that John's is working at its highest efficiency.

"Are you done Doc?" you could hear the impatience in his dulcet tone that fueled the question. Doc just looked at him without saying any word and tied a knot at the end of the thread he used to stitch his wound with.

John slid one gold coin into his pocket and after a small bow Doc disappeared from the room leaving you two finally alone. When the doors shut close behind him John placed the knife along with the half filled glass onto the bed next to him and grabbed your hips pulling you closer.

His warm breath danced on your skin, you opened your mouth to say how badly you wanted him now, but his long finger pressed into your lips stopped you from saying a word.

"Just wait now darling, you'll be screaming my name later" his words made your knees weak and you were more than happy to have his strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist.

After finishing your own drink you tossed the glass to the side not really caring if it'll shatter into pieces or it won't. Cupping his face into your palms you leaned even closer to him, your lips inches aways from his, but you couldn't find the right amount of courage to kiss him first.

He noticed how you hesitated and right after you took another deep breath his mouth smashed into yours leaving you absolutely speechless.

The number of times you dreamt about him was uncertain now, but the thought of him doing things to you haunted you since ages now.