#sub!john

Oh hell yes. You could feel it already; it was going to be one of those nights. One of your nights. Everyone knows John Wick takes control of any and every situation. It’s evident the man has power. But… not over you. In fact, he relishes in letting go. Letting you take control. It doesn’t happen often, but it’s a special treat for both of you when the power balance swings in your direction.

“Well John,” you smile deviously at him, cocking your head to the side. “Why don’t you meet me upstairs in an hour and find out?”

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A throaty rock n’ roll scream rips from the speakers in your room as you get ready, the thrum of electric guitar coursing through your veins.

I'm feelin' like a bullet

Jumpin' out a gun

I'm feelin' like a winner

I feel like the one

You slide the black lace garter belt up over your hips, clipping the thigh-high black tights in to their supports. Checking out your ass in the mirror, you admire the way the elastic bands accentuate your curves. Oh yeah, baby. You imagine John’s reaction when he sees you looking this delicious, and you feel yourself getting wet already. He won’t know what hit him…You glance over at the heart-shaped riding crop and grin, licking your lips. Well, maybe he will. 

You toss your hair around to the beat, dancing and pulling yourself into the right mindset for this evening.

Oh, I wanna call you fever, baby

Bending to your toes, you begin trailing your fingertips up your legs, hips swaying to the music.

You can set a fire on me

Over your hips, up your torso…

Hot damn, pop it like a pistol, mama

You clutch your breasts with sudden force, staring down your reflection with haughty confidence.

You got me down on my knees, begging please

Curling your fingers into your hair, you swing your head side to side with the song, each line filling you with sensual confidence. You throw your head back like an exotic dancer, then walk over and perch yourself at your vanity. Slowly you apply a lacquer of red to your lips, the ultimate power trip.

I'm comin', baby

I'm comin' for you, yeah

Locked (locked), loaded (loaded)

Shoot my shot tonight

You cap the lipstick and raise a challenging eyebrow at yourself in the mirror. Perfect.

I'm comin', baby

I'm comin' for you

Pull my trigger, let me blow your mind.

Your lips curl into a dangerous smile. Get ready John, here I come.

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A soft rap of knuckles on wood alert you to his presence outside the bedroom door.

“Enter.” Your voice is low and commanding, and you quickly disguise the thrill that rises in your chest when John steps through the doorway. Maintaining your cool, aloof exterior could be hard when your boyfriend looked that damn good.

John licks his lips hungrily as his dark eyes rove your curves. He strides over to you, ready to snatch you up into his arms, but you smack his hands away with a loud, stinging slap.

“Ohoho, look at you…” you leer at him, eyebrows arching in mock surprise. “Have you already forgotten your rules? You cannot touch me until I allow it…”

He growls as you circle him, stalking him like the lioness you are.

“What if I said fuck your rules?”

You freeze. Slowly—painfully so—you step around him until you’re right at his chest, glaring upwards.

“What did you just say to me?”

“I said—” 

SMACK. Across the face. You monitor his reaction, and see his eyes twinkling devilishly as he returns your gaze. This is that game you play together: John pretending you can hurt him, you pretending his smartass comments do anything but turn you on. You love it. He loves it. But his insolence can’t go unchecked if you are to maintain control. Both of you knew, though, that everything would stop on a dime if it went too far. Fittingly, the safe word you shared was Continental—although neither of you have had to use it yet.

“Well, Mr. Wick,” you snarl at him, “the rules are the rules. Play by them or don’t play at all…and we both know you want to play.” You glance pointedly at his growing erection. “Just as I thought. Now sit on the bed.”

John rolls his eyes dramatically but obediently takes his seat. You realize he is still fully clothed and frown. Now that won’t do.

“John,” you smile at him sweetly, “could you remove your clothing for me, baby?” He begins to disrobe slowly to infuriate you, but picks up the pace when he sees your eyes flash in warning. He chuckles internally, relishing his ability to get you riled up. As he strips, you take the chance to grab a few supplies.

You return with a silky restraints, a blindfold, your riding crop, and a bowl of ice cubes that you keep hidden from John’s view. He is perched at the end of your king-sized bed (necessary for a man of his proportions), beautifully exposed to you. You lick your lips. Delicious, you think, striding over to him. You grip his jaw firmly in your right hand, bending down slightly to look him directly in the eyes.

“Now who gave you the right to look this good? Hmm?”

John grins at you cockily, but you can see a slight blush rising to his cheeks. You tilt his chin up towards your face and run your tongue along his bottom lip so gently it feels like a breath, then swiftly bite down and tug at it, reveling in the slight whimper that escapes him.

“Now lay back.” You break away from his mouth suddenly, shoving his chest so that he falls onto the waiting mattress. Crawling over him, you playfully herd him towards the headboard with nips and kisses expertly placed on sensitive skin. Once he is propped up against the headboard, gazing at you with tangible heat, you set to work restraining him. 

Beginning at his neck, you lick a possessive stripe of saliva down to his wrist, then blow on it gently, raising goosebumps on his arm as you tie one hand to a bedpost. You do the same on the other side, then straddle him, blindfold in hand. 

“What, I don’t get to see you do all these dirty things to me?” John hits you with a stern look, acting as if this sensory deprivation wasn’t one of his favorite things. In fact, he loved how it kept him on edge, awaiting each touch and trying to predict where it would land. It was honestly an amazing way to hone his other senses for while he was on the job, even though work was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.

Mocking him with an exaggerated pout, you slip the cover over his eyes, making sure to brush the hair off of his face first.

You slide off his lap, trailing your nails down his chest as you position yourself to kneel between his legs. Reaching up towards his face with your riding crop, you gently caress the line of his jaw. The rich scent of the leather unveils your tool’s identity to John, and you see him bite his bottom lip in anticipation.

“Well, aren’t you a sight,” you purr, voice as silken as the ropes restraining him. “If only you could see how WET—” THWACK! “—You’re making me right now sweetheart.” You quickly pop an ice cube in your mouth, and sooth the stinging heart-shaped mark you left on his ribcage with a frozen kiss.

“Fuuck,” John groans, erection stiffening. “Baby your mouth is so cold it’s driving me insane.”

You grin and, holding the ice between your lips, trail your mouth from his collarbones to his chest, around his nipples, and down his happy trail to his hips. John squirms pleasantly below you, yelping as it passes over more sensitive areas. His arms flex against his restraints, granting you full view of his physical prowess. And he’s at MY mercy…

THWACK! Another heart lands on his thigh, red heat immediately opposed by cold lips. The ice has melted now, but your mouth is still freezing. You scoot backwards and hover your face over his inner thighs, then kiss an excruciatingly slow and frosty trail up to his balls. John is positively losing his mind. He lets out a frustrated yell and tugs at the ropes that hold him when you lap at the pair, desperate to grab you by the hair and put you to work.

Humming in approval, you caress his throbbing length with the tips of your fingers, careful to keep your touches too gentle to get him anywhere but more worked up. John growls down at you, unable to do anything about it.

“Oh, I’m SORRY—” you grip his cock with sudden force giving him a few good pumps before removing your hand entirely. “—You’ll just have to wait longer now.”

“Jesus FUCK. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t stop.” John was on the verge of full on begging. Exactly what you wanted.

“Hmm… what was that?” You needed to hear him say it. Tell him how much he wanted you to fuck him. How much he needed you. Then it would be on.

“Please, baby. Please. I’m begging you. I need you right now, baby. Please fuck me. I can’t take this much longer…”

And with that, you take his entirely into your mouth, saliva dripping from your lips. You suck his dick in the filthiest way possible, moaning and calling his name as you choke on him. Heat is building in your core, and your own juices are beginning to drip down your legs. You needed him now.

You move to kneel so that your wet pussy is positioned right above his vertical length, brushing your lacy undergarments tantalizingly against his tip. You lean forward and watch John’s shocked expression as you remove his blindfold. His eyes glaze over with lust as he takes in the sight of you nearly riding him.

“Wha—?”

“I want you to watch very carefully.”  You pull your panties to the side with your left hand, gripping his cock with your right. Lining yourself up, you glance back up at him.

“Do you want me?”

“Yes,” he pants.

“I said do you want me?”

“YES. Yes, I want—”  His words are cut off by an obscene moan as you sink down on him, taking him all into your warm, tight folds. You let out a sigh as well, fire heating your belly.

“Look at you,” you coo at him, “stretching me out like this. Look how huge you look inside of me. Yessss baby, give it to me. Give it all to me.”

“Oh my GOD. FUCK.” His eyes roll back into his head, and he matches your rhythm with thrusts of his hips, pulling on his restraints for leverage. You reach down and rub quick circles over your clit, clenching around his dick as you near the edge.

“I’m close John,” you whine, and the sound nearly causes him to cum right then and there. You feel him fighting to maintain control of himself, and command him to wait for you to get there.

Panting, you finally feel the shuddering release of orgasm grip your body, and you feel John filling you with his load as he finishes simultaneously with a yell of pleasure. You fall to his chest, and you both rest like that for a minute—sweaty and euphoric. Hands shaking slightly with leftover adrenaline, you untie John’s wrists and kiss them lovingly where the skin was marked.

“You did amazing, John,” you praise, running your hands through his hair.

“Me?” He chuckles at you fondly. “You did all the work!” 

You both laugh and nuzzle into each other, ready for the the replenishing sleep that lay ahead.

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“Have you been a good boy, John?” you whispered into his ear, getting a soft whimper as a response.

You wrapped the leash around your hand and pulled it downwards harshly, making him kneel in front of you. There was something dark and lustful in his eyes and you absolutely loved when he looked at you like that while he was at your mercy.

Sprawled out in the armchair you had him on his knees right between your legs, when you pulled at the leash again, another soft whimper fell from his lips and he just stared at you with puppy eyes.

“You’ve been a very good boy John” your hand cupped the side of his face and he pushed his face into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking up at you again, “so you deserve a treat.”

As you leaned in, your face close to his, you could feel his hot and unsteady breath on your lips and when you brushed them with yours he gasped, flinching closer to you. You stopped him from moving closer, tugging harshly at his collar, “P-please… let me taste your lips darling” John rasped, his hands squeezed into fists, moving them impatiently around his thighs.

He was dying to touch you now, pushed to the brink of breaking the rules you set him and he knew you’d love to punish him, to make him beg, without giving him all of those things he needed so desperately right now.

“Tell me what you want John, what you desire the most right now” with another pull at the leash you brought his face once again close to yours.

“A kiss” he mumbled out, flicking his tongue over his lower lip.

“Just a kiss John?” you teased him a little, letting your fingertips graze his jawline, “Just a kiss and nothing else?”

“We will start with a kiss…”

With a harsh pull on his collar you made him jolt his head backwards, a muffled groan rolling off his tongue, “You’re not the one making your demands John” you growled into his ear, your hand gripping his chin and moving it upwards, “I’m in full control tonight and you better behave, unless you want to get pegged.”

“But I want to be pegged” he breathed out, the sound so soft it barely made it to your ears.