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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 158

warnings: a bit spicy, dual pov HMH masterlist

My class today went really well. Everyone has come so far since they first started, and it’s pretty cool to see the improvement. Some of the students who needed so much help in the beginning are now helping other students, and it makes me pretty proud. I’m just teaching them to bind books, so it’s not like I’m teaching them some complicated scientific equation, but I’m still pretty proud seeing how far they’ve come.

Usually I would have Y/N here with me since I just feel more comfortable when she’s around, but she had an appointment to go to today. Of course as soon as I heard that she needed to see her doctor, I already had my phone in my hand to call all the students and cancel the class for today. Being the angel that she is, she didn’t want me to miss out on my class and she didn’t want the students to either. I love being with someone who realizes how important this is to me.

Mrs. Wick, an absolute angel and godsend. Perfectly made for me.

I’m just getting everything cleaned up right now since the shop is closed for the night, then I’ll head home to my girls, who the more I thought about, the more impatient I get. I just want to see them! I grab the utensils off the tables and put them in the box, then I take them into the office and put them side--I spent quite a bit of money on them and definitely don’t want them stolen.

Just as I walk back out, I spot Y/N sitting at one of the tables smiling at me. She must have just snuck in while I was in the office.

“Hi,” I smile at her, walking over to kiss her but I stop when she stands up and reveals the school girl outfit she’s wearing, white button up shirt (totally my shirt) that definitely is not buttoned right since her chest is showing and red plaid skirt, “Oh…”

“Are you Mr. Wick?” she asks with a coy smile and a batting of her lashes, and I laugh as I nod. “My friends said they were taking a class and it was taught by like, this really hot guy. My guess is that’s you. And if so, they…severely downplayed just how hot you are.”

I laugh a little, “Uh, I guess, well, I mean, I teach this class.”

“Hmm,” she twirls her hair a little as she stands in front of me, and I notice the knee high stockings and Mary Jane’s she’s wearing. She smiles as her eyes rake over my body, and I suddenly feel so self conscious. I know my wife is attracted to me, but now I’m worried that she doesn’t like what she sees. She looks at me and smiles, “Well, I was wondering if I could get a one-on-one session.”

“Sure.” I say, and she plays with the edge of her skirt, pulling it up a little to reveal her thigh as we look at each other.

Y/N inhales deeply and puffs up her chest, then she looks down at her shoes, “Oh, would you look at that? My shoe is untied.”

She doesn’t even have shoe laces, but I play along since she’s so cute, “It sure is.”

I watch as she turns around and bends over to ‘tie’ her shoe, and her skirt pulls up to reveal her ass. I laugh when she shakes her hips a little from side to side, then she stands up and looks at me.

“So, this one-on-one class…” she brushes her hair out of her face, “How do I pay for that? Money, or…something a little more physical?”

“Well,” I hold up my left hand, “I am a married man.”

Y/N laughs, “She doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m not sure,” I say, and she smiles, “I’m crazy about her. I couldn’t do that.”

Y/N walks closer to me and runs her hands over my chest as we look each other, then she moves her hand down to my belt. I lean a little closer and hover above her lips, and we brush them lightly together before she leans back to look at me.

“I’m married,” I whisper, and she smirks. “I can’t do this.”

“So, you don’t want to bend me over your desk?” she asks, and I laugh. She holds my gaze and smiles, “I know you want to.”

I lean down and brush my lips over hers, “But my wife is wonderful and amazing, and she doesn’t deserve this--”

Y/N steps back and laughs, “John!”

“I’m sorry!” I laugh as I pull her back to me, “It’s weird! I can’t imagine having sex with anyone but you.”

“Ugh! You’re so romantic, but just go along with me. Come on!” she laughs, moving my hand down to her ass, “Play along.”

I smile as I squeeze her ass, “Fine.”

“Do you ever have one-on-one sessions with your students?” she asks, looking up at me with a deep lust in her eyes.

“Uh, no, you’re the first.” I whisper against her neck, and she closes her eyes, “Better not make a habit of it.”

Y/N leans back and smirks, “Oh, you’re gonna have a hard time breaking this habit, I fear.”

“Me too,” I admit, and she smiles.

“Well, I think you should show me around your office. Since I’ve never been here, I’ve never seen it.”

“Don’t know how much you’ll see with your face pressed into my desk,” I lift her up and rest my hands under her ass, and she nearly moans. “But what you want, you’ll get.”

We kiss as I carry her back to the office and set her down on the desk. I turn around to lock the office door, and we reach for each other and kiss deeply and passionately. She pushes me to sit down in the chair, then she stands in front of me and slowly unbuttons her top to reveal her breasts. I lean forward and run my hands up and down her thighs, and she pulls her top off as my hands slide up to caress her breasts.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful breasts?”

Y/N laughs as I rub my thumbs over her nipples, “Uh, no. Also I’m pretty sure you never call them breasts. It’s usually tits.”

“I’m sure someone has, like…a boyfriend or a husband…” I say, and she smirks since she knows it’s a compliment she’s received many times from me. “You have very beautiful breasts. Very full and round. Just lovely.”

“Well, thank you. I’ll save that compliment and cherish it, Mr. Wick.”

I nod, “Mm, good.”

Y/N moves closer to me so I can kiss on her breasts, and she tilts her head back and smiles when I suck her nipple. I hum and close my eyes, then I move to give the other one just as much attention. I move my tongue over her nipple as she looks at me, and I notice her squeeze her legs shut.

“Do you like…this?” she asks as she turns around and lifts her skirt to reveal her lacy pink thong, and I pull her back more to bite her ass as she laughs. I kiss along the waistband of underwear, then I pull her into my lap. “Am I your favorite student?”

I close my eyes as she rotates her hips on my lap, and I nod my head, “My absolute favorite.”

Y/N moves my hands up to her breasts, then she leans back and grinds on me as we make out for a few minutes. She finally gets up and turns around as she kneels in front of me, then she bites her lip as I unbutton my jeans to reveal my erection. A smile tugs at her lips as she looks at me.

“I’m very attracted to you, Mr. Wick.”

“Likewise,” I say, and she tilts her head, “You’re so sexy.”

She laughs quietly, “What should we do about this?”

“I have a few ideas what I’d like to do with you.”

“Do to me what your wife won’t let you do.”

This feels like a trap but I know it’s not. I know my wife. I know her. Never at any point during this do I feel like I’ll say something to piss her off. She’s just trying to have fun with me. I love it.

“There’s nothing my wife won’t let me do.”

Y/N leans up a little, “You’re damn right.”

I laugh as I look down at her, “So what now?”

“Use me however you see fit,” she smiles smugly, “Show me how much you wish I was your wife right now, because you seem like a very loyal man.”

“I am very loyal, especially to her.”

Y/N lets the mask slip for a second, showing her true self, her soft kind face, but the mask quickly comes back and this naughty woman has returned with that wicked smirk that deepens the dimple in her right cheek.

“I think we should start with me fucking that pretty mouth,” I whisper to her, and she bites her lip and nods. “I want to see that red lipstick all over my cock.”

“Yes, sir,” she smiles, tugging at my pants to pull them down around my ankles, “Anything for you, Mr. Wick.”

I grab her face and look into her eyes before I lean up to give her a sweet kiss--a kiss for her, not to whoever she’s pretending to be, and by the smile on her face, she knows it too.

We start slow with her taking her time to kiss down the length of my cock, and she’s always good at giving my balls just as much attention. When she finally takes me into the warmth of her mouth, I tilt my head back and moan loudly. I pump my hips a little impatiently and her eyes roll shut as I fuck her mouth, spit running down her chin as she gags before she sits back for a moment. I hold her gaze when she looks at me, then she closes her eyes and takes me into her mouth again, sucking the tip of my cock as she hums.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and she opens her eyes and looks at me, “Good girl. Good job, yeah, do that. Mm…yeah, do that with your tongue. Fuck, you’re doing such a good job.”

I reach down to move her hair out of the way, then I tilt my head back and moan. After she deep throats me a few times, she leans back to catch her breath and I grab the back of her head and crash my lips to hers. I pull away and peer down at her as she pants, trying to catch her breath as she wipes her chin clean. She licks her lips and meets my gaze, and I see how much she’s enjoying this.

“So naughty showing up here like this.”

“I just came for a one-on-one session with you, Mr. Wick.” she says, playing coy as I help her stand up.

I lean up to kiss her as she clings to me, and I grab her in my arms and lift her up to sit on the desk. We both look down as I pull her underwear off, and when she spreads her legs open, I immediately start to smile.

“When’s the last time you saw something so pretty?”

I cock up my brow since the real answer would be ‘last night’, but that’s not what she wants. She starts to grin when she knows I can’t lie, and she squeezes my hand reassuringly.

“Never,” I lick my lips as I look down at her pussy, and she touches herself. I look into her eyes and start to smile, “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

She hums, “Do you want to taste it?”

“I’d like that very much.”

Y/N grabs my arm when I start to lean down, then she furrows her brow, “I didn’t say you could, I just asked if you wanted to.”

“Oh, I need to ask?” I ask, and she smiles as she nods her head, “Well, may I please have a taste?”

“Hmm,” she hums as she lays back on her elbows, spreading her legs open, “I suppose.”

I start to laugh, “You suppose? I need a clear answer here.”

“Your wife…” she says, and I nod, “Does she like when you go down?”

“She’s a fan,” I say, which makes her laugh. “A big fan, if that makes you feel any better.”

Y/N tilts her head to the side, “Does she scream for you?”

“She absolutely does,” I lean closer and kiss her, “I bet she’s dying for me to go down on her right now.”

She nods as she looks down between her legs, “I don’t know her, but yeah, I bet she is.”

“Would you like to find out why she’s such a big fan?”

“I would love to,” she holds my gaze as I lean up to kiss her. She touches my cheek and smiles softly, and my heart swells when I see little glimpses of my sweet wife poke through.

Fuck, I love her. I absolutely wrecked for this woman. Almost three years in and I’m still fucking crazy for her. I don’t think I’ll ever stop being.

I hold her gaze as I move down her thigh, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. She sucks on her bottom lip when I finally get settled between her legs, and her eyes don’t move from off of me. I slip one finger in, she moans. I slip another finger in, she moans louder. I pump them in and out at a slow pace and devour her with my mouth, and she arches her back and nearly screams my name. I hum loudly as I taste her, focusing on her clit, and her legs shake on either side of my head as she climaxes. I lick a strip down to her entrance and roll my tongue over her before going back up to focus on her clit.

“Holy shit, John,” she pants, letting out a small laugh, “Oh, shit, keep going.”

I do as I’m told because what am I if not an obedient husband? She tilts her head up and sees that I’m stroking myself, and it only elicits a moan so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if someone heard on the street. I bury my face between her legs and continue to eat her out, and she grips my hair as she rides through another orgasm.

“I see,” she laughs breathlessly, “I definitely see why she’s such a big fan, Mr. Wick.”

I stand up and smile as I wipe my beard off, “You taste fantastic.”

“Thank you,” she looks down between her legs, her pussy pink and tender, “Mmm, I think I need more. I think I need to feel you between my legs. Now.”

I turn her around and push her to lean over my desk, then I pull her skirt up and spank her as she gasps and lets out a small laugh. I move my hand into her hair to tilt her head back so she’ll look at me, then with one hard thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her.

“Fuck!” she moans and hums, then she looks at me and smiles, “I think you’re my new favorite teacher.”

I laugh as I lean down closer to her ear, “You’re naughty, Mrs. Wick.”

She tilts her head back and laughs, “I thought you’d like this.”

“And I certainly do.” I whisper, then I grip her hips tight and thrust into her as we both pant.

The two of us pant and curse, moan one another’s names, grip each other tight as the thrusts get more intense and frantic, and change positions over the course of 15 minutes until I realize I can’t hold it off any longer. I cup her face and kiss her as I pull her up from laying on the desk, and she wraps her arms around my neck.

“I’m gonna come, but I don’t want this to end.” I whisper to her, and she smiles and smooths my damp hair back.

“It’s okay.”

I watch as she lays back down on the desk and smiles at me as her breasts bounce from my thrusts, and I grip her hips tighter and listen as she whimpers loudly for me. I place her legs over my shoulders and push myself in deeper as she holds my gaze, and I reach up to caress her breast as she screams my name.

“You’re a fucking dream, you know that?” I whisper, and she closes her eyes and smiles before she arches her back and reaches down to rub circles on her clit.

We both moan and pant as we ride out our orgasms, and she sits up and kisses me with fervor. She finally lets out a big breath and lays back on the desk, and I pull out and lean over to kiss her stomach as she laughs. I brush my lips above her belly button and listen to her laugh even louder, then I grab her wrists and gently pull her to sit up.

“You’re a pretty great wife.”

Y/N smiles shyly as she laughs, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Of course.” I rest my hands on either side of her on the desk, then I kiss her, “But you know I’m totally fine with sex at home too.”

“Yeah,” she nods, holding my gaze, “But it’s always fun to switch it up. These walls have seen my ass one too many times though.”

I cup her face and kiss her as she wraps her arms around me, and I hug her tight before we both let go and begin to clean ourselves up.

“Do you have any clothes?”

“Yeah, a bag in my car.” she laughs as she pulls her underwear back on, “I was gonna ask if you could grab it for me.”

I laugh as I kiss her, “You don’t want to go out and grocery shop in this?”

“Fuck no! Can you imagine the looks I’d get from the Mill Neck Moms? I’d be mortified.”

“I think you look great.” I say, and she begins to blush. “Though, I will admit, I do miss your usual outfits.”

Y/N laughs, “Sure. Yoga pants just ooze sex appeal.”

“I feel like you’ve never really seen yourself in yoga pants before.” I say, and she laughs as she shakes her head. I buckle my belt and lean over to kiss her, “Stay here. I’ll grab your bag.”

It’s still raining as I rush out to the car for her bag, and I quickly run back inside and wipe the rain off my face, heading back to the office. Y/N is still topless and only wearing a skirt and knee high socks, and I laugh a little when she turns around to look at me. She really is incredible.

“Thanks.” she kisses me and takes the bag, then she pulls out some jeans and a sweater to put on. “I was just looking at the books your students are working on. They look great.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty proud.”

Y/N looks at me as she buttons her jeans, “I’m pretty proud of you too. You’re a really good teacher.”

“Is that you saying it or is that…”

“Veronica,” she says in a breathy, sultry voice that makes me laugh.

I lean back against my desk, “I was thinking along the lines of Stacy.”

“Nope, definitely a Veronica.” she fastens the clasp on her bra and laughs, “Maybe you’ll see her again someday. Who knows?”

“I liked the skirt.”

She starts to laugh, “I’m afraid to tell you who I borrowed it from.”

I look at her and shake my head, “Lemme guess: Tess?”

“Yeah,” she laughs.

“Why does Tess have a tiny red skirt?” I ask, and she raises both eyebrows as she looks at me since we both know why--Y/N and I aren’t the only ones with a healthy sex life. I nod, “Yeah, never mind. On second thought, I don’t want to know.”

John reaches out for you once you get your sweater on, then he kisses you a few times, “There’s my wife.”

“Here I am!” you put your hands above your head and laugh, then you wrap your arms around his neck. You pull back a little, “Wait, you didn’t like Veronica?”

He laughs, “No, I loved that, but I love you more.”

“Well, you better always love me more. Can’t have you falling in love with another woman now.” you say, and he laughs as he leans down to kiss you.

“You make me really happy, peach.”

“You make me happy too.”

“Not just because of this stuff, I hope you know that.” he says, and you nod your head. He pulls your hair out from the neck of your sweater, then he runs his hand down your back, “I missed you today.”

You smile as you sway back and forth in his arms, “I missed you too. I’m gonna go pick up Ro.”

“I was wondering where she was when I saw Veronica show up.”

You laugh as you pat his cheeks lightly in your hands, then you walk over to put your things in your bag, “I dropped her off with my mom on my way to my appointment.”

“How did that go, by the way?” he says, worry in his eyes, “Is everything okay? Fuck, I didn’t even ask when you came in.”

“Well, I’d say you were pretty distracted,” you say, but he doesn’t laugh.

After your appointment a few weeks ago, your doctor called and wanted you to come back in just for some blood work. There was nothing to be scared about, she reassured you, but she just wanted to double check something to be absolutely certain. Your heart rate was just a little low lately and you were having some vertigo, but it turns out you just weren’t getting enough rest and food lately--that’s life with a new baby! Everything ended up being fine though.

“I’m fine, baby.” you say since you know he always get concerned when you’re scheduled for an appointment, then you gesture for him to follow you as you walk out to the shop floor to look for a certain book. “Doctor Mendez was bummed that I didn’t have Ronan with though, so next time we go in for her appointment, we’ll have to bring her in so she can see Doctor Mendez.”

John nods, “Yeah, definitely. But everything was okay with you?”

With John’s past of taking Helen to appointments, he’s always waiting for the bad news to come, but it never does because you’re totally fine and healthy.

“Yes, of course. My vertigo was because I’m not getting enough food and rest, but we already talked about this, didn’t we? I’m fine, and I’m just going to start snacking more throughout the day and resting when Ro is.”

“Just making sure.” he says softly as you scratch your fingers against his beard. “You know I worry.”

“I know you do, Wick,” you kiss his lips and smile. You pull the book off the shelf and nod, “I was wondering if we had this. I’ve been wanting to read it. We have…four other copies, so I’m gonna take this one.”

“Yeah, go ahead. I have a box of new arrivals that I haven’t put out, so you can always look through those.” he says, and you widen your eyes and rush back to the office, “Yup, figured you’d be excited to hear that.”

Digging through the box, you set a few books aside and feel John wrap his arms around your waist. He kisses your neck and cheek as you read the back of a book, then you hand it back to him.

“Sounds like something you’d like.”

John takes it and keeps his left arm around your waist as he reads the synopsis, “Yeah, sounds good.”

You grab the books and move to your bag with John still clinging to your waist, and you laugh when he shuffles behind you. He kisses your cheek a few more times, then he backs off. You grab your bag and put it over your shoulder, then you smile and reach for John’s hand.

“So, you’re gonna go get Ro?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

John opens the door for you and waits for you to open your umbrella, then he locks the door. He gets under the umbrella with you and laughs as you both walk to your car.

“Please drive carefully.” he whispers, and you look over at his sad eyes.

The car accident was months ago, but still. You still think about it every time you get in the car. John obviously does too. You didn’t drive for a few days, but you soon realized you hated just sitting at home. You were insanely bored one day and grabbed the keys and just took a short drive until you felt comfortable again.

“I will,” you smile at him, leaning up to kiss him. You open the door to get in, then you hand the umbrella off to him since he’ll have to walk through the rain to his car. “I love you.”

John smiles, leaning in to kiss you, “I love you too. I’ll get dinner started.”

“Best husband ever!” you say, and he laughs as he closes the door and waves at you.

The storm got even worse on your way to pick up Ronan, so you didn’t stay long at your mom’s house. Ronan was a bit fussy but it was only because she was getting hungry. You texted John before you left and he said dinner would just about be done by the time you got home, and boy does it smell fan-fucking-tastic in the house when you do.

“Ooh, it smells good in here!” you say, then you set Ronan down as you get your wet shoes off. You lean down to get her out of her little raincoat, then you pick her up and walk to the kitchen.

The table is already set when you walk in and John is walking around the kitchen with a dish towel over his shoulder as he gets the plates filled with food. He glances up when Ronan squeals, then he laughs and walks over.

“I didn’t even hear you come in. I was so…” he gestures to dinner and shakes his head, “Anyway, hi!”

Ronan reaches out for John and giggles when he blows raspberries in the crook of her neck, then she waves her arms around and squeals. She’s always so happy to see her daddy.

“Damn, John.” you look at the food on the counter, “This looks amazing.”

“I wanted to try something different tonight,” he says as he walks over to the counter, then he points at the pasta, “It’s called Green Monster Mac and Cheese. It’s pasta, broccoli, basil, pesto, shredded cheese, and spinach.”

You smile as John scoops up a bite for you, and you nod your head as you chew and give him a thumb up. Ronan kicks her legs and cries a little, so John walks over to put her into her highchair.

“I also made some chicken for us and our bug.”

“Sounds good, Wick.”

The two of you move around the kitchen and get your plates and drinks, then you sit down at the table with John. He cuts up pieces of chicken for Ronan and sets them on her plate, and she doesn’t hesitate to stuff her face. You sit in unusual silence for about 5 minutes before you look at John and laugh a little.

“It’s so good, I have no words.” you laugh, and John nods his head.

Ronan reaches out to hand John a piece of her chicken, and he eats it out of her hand as she giggles. She picks up another piece and leans to her left to hand a piece to you, which you take, and she claps her hands.

“So easily entertained,” John laughs.

Lightning lights up the backyard momentarily, then thunder rumbles so loud that it shakes the house and makes Bleu run to hide under the table even though he’s not allowed in the kitchen during dinnertime. Ronan jumps and widens her eyes when thunder rumbles again, then she starts to cry and reaches out for you.

“Oh, I know.”

“I’m gonna turn on the news.” John says, and you nod. “You keep eating though.”

You hold up John’s plate, “Babe, take your food with you!”

You’re almost done with your food, so you quickly inhale the rest of it and hold Ronan. You get up and head to her room to change her into her pajamas, then you grab a few books for her and join John on the couch as he watches the news.

“We’re looking at some strong winds, hail, flooding, and even possible tornadoes in the area.” the meteorologist says, and you look up at the TV to see the colorful cloud moving over the map of New York. “If you are located in Long Island, be prepared. You’re going to see the worst of this storm.”

You scoff, then you playfully kick your leg, “What’s new?”

John looks over at you, “We should sleep downstairs.”

“I figured.” you say, then you look down at Ronan as she chews on her toys.

The storm is only getting worse as you sit on the couch, but you’re not really ready to go downstairs for the night. John has gotten up and is now pacing back and forth by the window as he looks out at the storm, and you laugh a little when you see him put his hands on his hips as he thinks something through.

You sit up a little more and watch as he opens the patio door and heads outside into the rain to move the patio furniture to the side of the house.

“Look how strange daddy is,” you say to Ronan as the two of you watch him from the couch, and she squeals loudly when he comes back inside. “What was that all about?”

“Well,” he stands in the doorway and closes the doors, “If the winds are going to get bad, I don’t really think it’s a good idea to have the furniture right there.”

You set Ronan down on her play-mat and get up to get John a towel since he’s soaked to the bone, then you walk out and wrap it around him, rubbing his arms to warm him up a little. He wipes his face and hair dry, then he pulls his wet shirt off and looks down to make sure his jeans aren’t soaked. You bite your lip a little as you look at John’s body, still so tall and lean and fit, and he smiles when he catches you.

“I saw that.”

“You saw nothing.” you laugh.

John laughs as he leans closer to you, “I think you think I’m hot.”

“Well, you’re right about that.” you say as you laugh, then you lean up to kiss him, “You’re just getting sexier. It’s really annoying.”

“So are you.” he says, then he laughs and shakes his head, “That you’re getting sexier, not that you’re annoying.”

You laugh as he fumbles to correct himself, but you knew what he meant, “You’re very sexy, Mr. Wick.”

“You are too,” he smiles, then he leaves a wet kiss on your cheek before he heads upstairs to get changed.

“Dada!” Ronan squeals, and you look over at her as she holds up the TV remote to the stairs where John just went.

You start to laugh, “Oh, daddy, Ro has something for you.”

John laughs as he comes back down the stairs, still putting his shirt on, “Can you bring it to dada?”

Ronan wobbles as she holds the remote high in the air, then she takes a few wobbly steps forward before she falls back onto her butt. She crawls over with the remote in her hand, then she pulls herself up on John’s jeans and hands it to him. She’s started walking recently but every now and then, she’ll fall back to crawling, which Doctor Marlene said was perfectly normal.

“Thank you, bug.” he laughs, then he looks at you, “Apparently she’s sick of the news.”

“We better put on a movie then.” you scoop Ronan up and flip her upside down as she squeals, then you hold her like a wood log and blow raspberries on her belly to make her laugh. “And daddy should get some snacks. Or, actually, I can. It doesn’t have to be you.”

John laughs as he leans over the back of the couch and kisses your cheek, “I can do it.”

“What are we watching?” you ask Ronan, and she points at Inside Out on the screen. “Oh, daddy is gonna cry again.”

“Why?” John asks from the kitchen.

“Inside Out.”

John playfully groans, “I will absolutely cry.”

A few months ago, you were watching Finn and he picked the movie out to watch. You were busy giving Ronan a bath since she needed to be put down for the night, and John was with Finn on the couch watching the movie. When you came out, John was tearing up and holding Finn tight to his side. You leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he quickly wiped his tears away and took Ronan, holding her tight in his arms as he closed his eyes. It was sweet and honestly probably one of your favorite memories.

“Alright,” John sits down and sets a bowl of in your lap, Ronan’s snack: fruit and dry cereal.

You move Ronan so she can sit between you and John, and you both laugh when she crosses her legs at her ankles and sits back as if she’s some distinguished 40 year old. John wraps his arm around the back of the couch and rests his hand on the back of neck, where he rubs his thumb gently over the nape of your neck. He probably doesn’t realize how intimate it is but it makes you shiver a little.

“Ah!” Ronan reaches up to offer a chunk of banana to you, and you take it from her.

“Thank you,” you smile as you lean down to kiss her forehead, then you smile when John rubs your neck again.

Ronan fell asleep in my arms about 40 minutes into the movie. Y/N fell asleep 42 minutes into it. Both of them were curled up against me. It was absolutely the best way to end the night. I brought Ronan up to her room and put her to sleep, but when I went back down to the living room to get Y/N, she was already up and turning off the lights. The plan was to sleep downstairs since it’s storming, but we’re both too tired. The storm isn’t that bad anyway.

We look at one another when she turns off the lamp, and a huge smile spreads on my face. She tosses the remote onto the coffee table and takes my hands when I reach out for her, our lips immediately meeting for a warm kiss.

“Have I told you that I loved you today?”

“Yes, eight times.”

I furrow my brow, “Really?”

“No, I don’t know how many times, but if I had to guess, it would be…” she squints her eyes as she looks at the ceiling, “Once this morning, another before you left for work, twice when you called me earlier, once when I called you before my appointment, once when I left to get Ro. I’m probably missing one or two, so yeah, probably eight times.”

A laugh escapes my lips, “Should I cool it?”

“No!” she shakes her head, clinging to my waist, “Please don’t. I honestly really need to hear it as much as you say it. Thank you for saying it so often, babe. Genuinely.”

“Well, I love saying it,” I lean down to kiss her several times, “I love you.”

Y/N lets go to wrap her arms around my neck, “I love you too.”

We let go of one another so I can lock the doors and set the alarm, and she turns off the rest of the lights. We meet back in the living room and hold hands as we head upstairs, instinctively, like always, going to Ronan’s room to say goodnight. Bleu is laying on his fluffy bed in the corner of Ronan’s room, and he only lifts his head up a little when we walk in the room--he’s a little scared with the storm but nothing takes him away from Ronan.

“Goodnight, my bug.” Y/N says as she rubs Ronan’s tummy, “I love you so, so, so much.”

I lean over to kiss Ronan’s forehead, “I love you, baby girl.”

Y/N is smiling at me when I look at her, and she starts to tear up, “Sorry, I just love you being a dad.”

“I love being a dad,” I take her hand and pull her into my arms, “I feel like you’re getting tired.”

“Because I’m so emotional?”

I grimace, “Maybe.”

“It’s okay, you can say it.”

I start to laugh quietly before we leave Ronan’s room. I close our bedroom door a little and undress until I’m only in my boxers, and I look over to see Y/N pulling a nightgown over her head. Lately she’s been sleeping in just that--no underwear. I’m certainly not complaining.

“Hey, I wanted to talk to you.” I say, and she raises her brows and looks over at me in our dimly lit bedroom, “About earlier.”

She freezes, eyes wide in fear, “About the whole thing at the shop?”

“Yeah,” I sit on the bed and pat the spot next to me. She immediately crawls over and sits next to me, looking at me with huge eyes. “Did you feel…obligated to do that for me?”

“No.”

I nod, “Did you feel like you had to do that to keep my interest?”

“No,” she answers again, then she starts to laugh, “Honestly I was just thinking about doing something for us, something so…random. I thought it would be funny to show up at the shop and surprise you. I didn’t feel like I had to or anything. I wanted to. Plus, I mean, I was super horny.”

I start to laugh as I reach for her hand, “I don’t want you to feel obligated to do stuff like that for me, okay?”

“Do you think I think our sex life is boring or something?” she asks, and I shrug a little.

“Maybe I’m not doing it for you anymore.”

Y/N looks mortified before she starts to laugh, “Are you kidding me, John? I could get off right now just from looking at you. Like literally just you standing there while I touch myself, I’d come in two minutes. Trust me, you are absolutely ‘doing it’ for me. I think you’re sexy as hell.”

“You don’t think I’m boring? I thought maybe you thought I was getting boring or something.”

“No! I don’t think our sex life is boring at all. I like the sex we have. I like the soft passionate love we make. I like the frenzied rough sex that we have where I’s a little fun to do something different and have no judgement. I showed up like that today because I knew you’d get a kick out of it. I knew you’d be turned on. I knew you’d love it, and I knew you wouldn’t make me feel like an idiot.” she says, and I nod my head as I smile, “You know me, I’m not into certain things, and thankfully our preferences run parallel to one another so we’re both happym literally left red and tender and I can’t fucking move my legs--shoutout to earlier because my legs are sore. I like the sex that we have where you have to press your hand to my mouth to keep me quiet because even though we have a heavy sleeper, she might wake up because I’m being too loud because you’re being too good. I like it all, but I must admit that it’re having, I love it, because it’s with you.”

I smooth her hair out of her face, “No matter what ‘kind’ of sex we’re having, I love it, because it’s with you.”

“Me too,” she smiles, holding tight to my hand, then she looks down at my crotch and smiles, “Big fan of him.”

“He’s a big fan of you,” I say, and her cheeks turn a little red, “He’s becoming an even bigger fan right now because you’re so damn sexy.”

Y/N looks up at me and holds my gaze for a moment. The air is like static right now. I can feel the electricity in the air. I can practically feel how much she wants me. She sucks on her bottom lip and cocks up her brow a little, and I cup her face and kiss her, laying her down on the bed. I reach down to pull her nightgown over her head, and she giggles when the strap gets stuck in her hair. I gently get it out of her hair and toss it to the ground.

“Take your boxers off,” she whispers, and I quickly dispose of them. She hums as she kisses me, but the moment I slip between her legs, she lets out a soft moan against my lips, “Just where I want you.”

“Just where I need to be,” I reply, and she laughs quietly, the light sparkling in her beautiful eyes. “Maybe even where I’m meant to be.”

She nods her head as her eyes roll shut, “Yes, absolutely.”

This hunger I have for her, it will never go away. I will always be absolutely, 100 percent, completely insatiable when it comes to her. And by the smile on her face right now, I have a feeling that she feels just the same way.

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