All Flowers Must Bloom Even In Winter
Summary: John, is visited by his past.
Warning: reader gives John a handjob, amd John fingers reader
@theblackmaskclub John knows what he is doing.
He kissed the top of your head as you quietly slept against him. Gently, he let his hand gently rub your growing tummy, while his other undid the soft braid of your hair. He loved when our hair was free around your shoulders.
Mentally, he shook his head. To be honest, he never thought, he would see fatherhood. Or actually, be a position where fatherhood became a part of living. Gazing, down at the curve of your cheek, seeing how your eyelashes rested on the and he smiled.
As the wind picked up and the rain began to beat heavier against the house memories decided to pay him a visit. Normally, their visits he would push them away. Though, sometimes they were stronger then he cared to admit.
Screams, billowing smoke and wails of anguish filled his ears. Not today, he whispered to himself. The memories of the war were still too painful. In that war, he lost his older brother. Growing up, his older brother had been his hero, losing him still hurt too much. So he squeezed his eyes closed as if that alone could push those memories far away.
The horse, galloped hard and fast. His gloved hand, held the reins tightly as his other hand held a satchel of several bills, coins and hopefully some nuggets of gold. Elation and feeling victorious consumed him. His heart was beating hard in his chest. Vic and him got off with quite the spoils from the bank. It was their first bank heist. He through his head back and made loud scream of victory.
“We did it!” He screamed to Vic.
The summer sun was high in the sky, and beat down heavily on all those under it. He gave a curt nod to his one man in the crowd and the other on the roof. He eyed the scaffolding, soon Vic and two other convicts were led up the stairs.
Inhaling, he made the sharp whistle. Soon all the action unfolded. His men shot the executioner and the officer of the law that brought them out, were shot dead. Those who came to watch the hanging, ran off. A few screamed as they did.
As he ran up to grab Vic, the bounty hunter who had nabbed him, tried to stop them. He grimaced, the man wasn’t supposed to be there. No bother, taking out his gun turning, he shot the bounty hunter dead where he stood. That was the day, he would get his wanted poster. He didn’t care. Taking out his special wires, he moved them this way and that; soon the restraints on his brother were unlocked. The restraints, clanked heavily to the ground:
He gave his brother, his hat and together they ran. The briefest of smiles were shared between them. One of his other men appeared with the a bunch of horses. Vic pulled on his hat, gave him a smile then climbed onto his horse. John pulled himself onto his own horse, soon they were galloping out of town. Happy to have his brother back, no longer did he cared about the hot summer sun.
Sliding off, Chestnut, he pulled his collar closer. Clapping, his hands together he rubbed them. Winter came back strong. Holding onto his hat, he looked up at the establishment that would be home for the next week. He spotted then curve of your silhouette before you disappeared.
Not wanting the snow and ice to whip at his face any longer, he walked in. He was pleased to see his men eating and enjoying themselves. He resisted the urge of rolling his eyes when a hush fell over the room. Walking, further in he was relieved when they began talking again. That’s when, he saw you. You may have been quick to hide behind your curtain but he had seen your face and well here you were.
Damn, if you were not a flower among all these weeds. He took off his black over coat, then pulled off his gloves. As he slid, you a look the sight of you and your delightfully large portion, cause a hunger in him. It had been awhile since he had a meal cooked.
Sitting, down it was such a comfort for it to not be Chestnut. As he sat there, the cold that has held onto him tight had begun to melt away.
He leaned towards you, as he did the very distant scent of roses tickled his nose. “ Looks, you got yourself a wonderful portion there. Is there way, I could get a helping like that little flower?” He gestured towards your plate. He couldn’t resist sweet talking you. It came naturally.
Striking a match, he lit his cigar. Pulling on it, he relaxed as he leisurely, exhaled towards the ceiling. He bit back chuckle as you gave him some sass. You were beginning to warm me even faster then the place.
As you disappeared, to grab him a plate for the first time he wondered what it could have been. You were quite, lovely and entirely out of place here. By your demeanor, you were no whore so what in God’s name were doing out here.
He swallowed, he would have liked to court you. Images, of taking off his hat, asking your father permission, filled his imagination. Perhaps, he’d gently take your hand in his while sitting in on a bench in one of those parks back east, that would be nice. It would have been the days of his early twenties, before he knew the taste of war.
Another, horrendous storm blasted him and his men, only this time you were traveling with them. Luckily, once again they were able to seek shelter. Only this time, the best accommodations were in the brothel. You were not pleased.
It was thar night, he saw a different side of you. You became jealous. It tickled him to think, you would think he’d want one of them when he had you.
You were all he ever would need or want in a woman. You were soft had curves that drove him crazy. He my call you his little blossom, but you were no shrinking violet, your drive for intimacy was about the same as his.
At the, moment, one of the girls that worked there gave you a disapproving look at the sight of your pants, as they tried to catch my eye. He pulled on his cigar, blew smoke away from the two of you.
“It is so good.” She said excitedly. “That you are in here and out of that horrible snow.”
He pulled on his goatee, he smiled. “We’ve written a long ways. And still have so far to go.” He tried to catch your eye, but with the girl just shy of sitting in his lap you looked somewhere else.
“Now you can relax, unwind and be treated like you should.”
He chuckled, finishing his cigar. “It has been awhile, since I felt that way. I have a large need to feel like that again.”
As he reached for his whiskey, the girl grabbed it. “Thank you.” He looked at her and tried not to flinch. She had long since lost any charm but how she tried to be what she used to be. She could not and well, she was not you, so his interest was not even stirred.
You finally, had reached your last nerve. “John, os the bed roll on the room?”
He moved his eyes, from the girl above him to you. “Yes, darling it is.” Getting, up your eyes moved over the room. “Great! I am going to retire for the evening.”
He finished the whiskey. “If you must, there is a great need to relax and unwind, after all the traveling we did.” Delighting in the fact that he used the girls words, seeing how it made the fire in your eyes, burner brighter.
“We did and I need it. Good night.” You practically spat out.”
“Alright, see you then.” He made a casual gesture with his hand.
You walked past to get to the stairs that led up the stairs to the room, you shared. He waited a a few heart beats before getting up himself.
The girl’s eyes lit up. “I have a room in the back.”
He removed her hand from his arm. “I am not interested but thank you.”
Catching, up with you at the top, he smiled. “There’s my blossom.”
He reached for your hand but you pulled it away. “I am going to bed, go back down to that girl and feel better.” You strode away quite fast.
“Nah, I am retiring as well.” He caught you outside the door.
“Why not let her give you a rub down so you can relax.”
The idea made his stomach take a sharp twist. Leaning, he twister the door knob then nudged the door open. Without a word, he picked you up and after walking in with you, kicked the door closed. You then wiggled free after be bad tightened his grip a little so you had to fight it a-little bit. Standing before him, flushed and a little out of breath.
Looking, past you for a mere moment he was grateful for his actions earlier. He had laid out both their bed rolls covering the bed entirely. His hat, sitting on the table beside the bed.
He looked back at you. “John.”
He stepped closer. “Yes, little petal.”
Your small hands pushed at his chest. “You don’t want me you want her. Go back to her.”
Once again, he picked you up. This time, he let his passion rule him. Turning, he pushed you up against the wall, a small gasp escaping from the grim line your lips had taken.
Seeing, your wild eyes he did not bother to answer such a ridiculous words. So he kissed you. His lips crashing into your soft pouty ones. Damn, you felt so good.
You moved away from the kiss. “You don’t want me, I smell like horse and perhaps you.”
He threw his head back and chuckled. “Do, I smell that badly now?” He her eyes, knowing his were still filled with mirth.
“No, but I don’t smell like a girl.”
“I don’t give a damn.” He kissed you again, it was more pleasurable as he felt you begin to melt into it. As he reached out, he found your hand and brought it his hardening cock. He smirked as you melted completely, and his time when your lips left his a moan came from you.
“Yes, little blossom you are the one who gets gets me hard like this.” He held your hand firmer against him.
“I...I...” your ability to speak had left, at that moment it made him smirk.
Letting your hand go, he reached out to the trousers you work, making quick work of them they pooled at your feet. He undid the vest and then the shirt. “Let’s get that vest off, yes?” You didn’t fight. He was eager to see your breasts so soft, your pink buds begging for attention under the cotton. He closed his mouth around one and then the other through the fabric. When he did, that’s when he felt your fingers in his hair.
His pulled off his gloves, he tossed them onto the chair nearby. He reached between your soft thighs then.
“Oh, my little blossom you are slick with a fresh dew.” He rubbed a little soaking in the whimpers. “Do you want your John, between your legs? Or shall I go downstairs under your orders and be with the girl who happens to smell like one?” He teased your opening.
Your soft purr, like sound brought him back from his memories. You hand was moving gently against him over his trousers. “What were you thinking of John?”
“Were you remembering, me?”
He nodded. Your eyes, sent lightening through him much like the was racing across the sky.
“Were you remembering how you took me heatedly against a tree? Or the first time, we figured out how you could take me in the wagon?” A cool breeze blew over his hot skin before your soft fingers wrapped around his hardness. “Or was it the time, I could not wait and I pushed you down and rode your by that freshly melted creek?”
“It was the time, I made you jealous.”
“Oh, yes.” The speed of your fingers on his sped up. He felt your breath before he felt your lips just above his collar.
That’s when he let himself moan.
You made another approving sound as your hand worked at him. “When that entire place heard, just how good this..” you gave a separate, solid tug, that almost made him come undone. “feels deep within me.”
“Yes.” He managed to reply. “I enjoyed that.” He swallowed..”My petal, my blossom please take out my handkerchief. You are about to make me come undone and I am nowhere close to being in you.”
Grounding, himself he held you close to him so as he came undone, he shook against you and buried his face into the strands of your hair.
Regaining, his composure he reached up and began running his fingers, his palms with your soft pink buds. He also shifted so you were more flush against him.
A moan poured from you. “You need to feel good too, my little flower.” He whispered into your ear.
Easily pulling, the dress up he caressed your thighs. “So soft. And I look forward to the day when you can wrap them around me again.”
Turning, your head your lips managed to meet his.soft and hungry was the kiss. It broke as you shook and moaned as his fingers found you. He loved that you had grown so wet with wanting for him.
“Does this make you feel good? Do you like how John makes you feel?”
You nodded, “Yes...yes” you whimpered. “John you make me feel so good.”
He didn’t stop or relent, till you shook against him as well. When you finally, did he pressed some soft kisses on your shoulders as you regained your breathing.
“My sweet flower, so much led up to this moment.” He finally said moments later.
“Yes,” your eyes twinkling as you moved to look at him. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
@shantellorraine 😇 John is a naughty one!
