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Constantine 2005 fic

Chapter 2

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AN: there’s smut in this chapter

Month 3

John had started taking you out with him ever since you ran away during the first month. As much as he told himself he didn’t care, you running away scared the shit out of him. If you were to get into trouble or worse cause trouble, he could kiss his ticket to Heaven goodbye. He found use for you anyways when the first time you ever went on a job with him and all the half breeds cowarded away from you both.

It was mainly because of you but the jobs were easier and quicker. You were like his own personal guard dog. Neither side wanted nothing to do with you, terrified you would destroy their balance. What really changed his mind though, was when the two of you ran into Balthazar at Midnites club.

One might ask why he’d ever bring you there but he’s John Constantine and he does what he wants. Plus you didn’t have a shift that day and he didn’t need you destroying his apartment. So along with him you came to the club where everyone stopped and stared until you sat in a booth.

You were in your booth minding your own business when an attractive man approached you. This was surprising since most stayed at least fifty feet away from you. He sat down and you immediately knew who he was. The man was bold, knowing who you were but couldn’t help himself. All that mattered was that John walked in with a beautiful woman. Didn’t matter who she was.

You continued to sip your sickly sweet drink and ignored him.

“John’s got a new woman?” Balthazar’s tone was taunting.

You stared at him not understanding what he was saying. The drink was strong and you were taking everything too literally. New woman? Did he bring a lot of women here? That didn’t seem like the John Constantine you knew. He seemed uninterested in women which shocked you.

“I’m not a new woman. I’m his roommate.” You said with a sneer.

“What’s going on here?” John hurried back the moment he saw who was with you.

Even though you could destroy him, he felt protective of you.

“Oh look, your babysitter is back.”

You stopped slurping on your drink and put it down.

“I’m not a baby. And he doesn’t sit on me.” Your answer was dry.

Balthazar bursted into uncontrollable laughter and the exorcist prepared for the worst. You hated to be laughed at, your roomie found out the hard way. The drink was coursing through your body. Before he could control the situation the energy in the room changed and everyone went quiet as the demon's hand raised in the air. Something that was not his own doing.

Then to John’s delight Balthazar began slapping himself across his face. He forgot you could control angels and demons. That’s exactly why they avoided you. They were powerless in your presence. The exorcist tried to keep the smile off of his face.

“Why are you hitting yourself?” You squawked at him.

After letting you have your fun for a moment John put his hand on your shoulder and told you it was time to go. You grabbed the rest of your drink and poured it over his head as you got up. Your roommate couldn’t help the chuckle that left him. Maybe you weren’t all that bad.

“You seem more like a baby who needs sitting.” You motioned to everyone around, drunk. “Does anyone wanna sit on this baby?”

John grabbed your wrist and attempted to drag you out of the club but Balthazar grabbed your other wrist. Both men held onto you and you could feel your roommate giving you a tug. You were about to yell at the demon when he looked right at Constantine.

“Ask him about Lindsey.” He said.

You ripped your hand away from him with ease and you could tell John was pissed. The flashing lights illuminated his face in second intervals as the music blasted through the club. You noticed he hesitated before finally dragging you out of the club. His heart had dropped into his stomach.

As he pulled you along you couldn’t help but have a feeling you shouldn’t ask but you were still so curious. You’d keep quiet for now. He hadn’t said a word since you left. Although you weren’t scared of him you really didn’t want him to yell at you again. You stopped walking which caused him to also stop walking, his hand still on your wrist. The warmth was distracting.

“Are you going to yell at me again?” I hope I didn’t embarrass you in front of friends.” You whispered.

You were confident, aggressive, sweet, annoying and difficult but after spending almost three months with you, John saw the insecurities that came with coming to terms with your human form. There were so many rules and things to learn, having only been in society for ten years. Alone for the most part.

Also with your human body came pain, sickness and… periods. Those were the worst.

John could see a lot of these things scared you. He was glad you seemed to be ignoring what Balthazar had said so he chose to refrain from being an asshole to you.

“They aren’t my friends. Yell? Half and half I’m buying you an ice cream for that!”

“Ice cream?”

You loved sweet things.

“Yes, that was hilarious, you did good.”

The compliment unlocked something within you. Next time you worked you’d have to talk to Hannah. She was always talking to men. Maybe she could help you do something nice for him. Then you would get another compliment and all would be swell in the world.

You’d never felt better and John could feel the energy radiating off of you. It made him feel a bit more relaxed. He threw an arm around your shoulders and started walking with you. You couldn’t help but snuggle into his side.

“By the way a babysitter is basically someone who watches over someone else, a child if you want to get technical.” He looked down at you.

You looked up at him and frowned slightly.

“I guess you kinda are my babysitter then.”

“No. Think of me as a…” John almost said it.

A friend.

“I don’t know. Balthazar was being an asshole regardless.” He Looked forward, away from your eyes straight down the street. “You’re an adult, you don’t need a damn babysitter.”

When you were a block away from the ice cream shop, he unwrapped his arm from around your shoulder and you shivered from the cold. He opened the door for you and couldn’t help but check you out as you went in first.

When you went in you ordered a vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles. The two of you sat at the bench and you ate your sweet treat as he watched you. There was something in his eyes, a sadness that you couldn’t place.

“Whose Lindsey?” You asked.

You could see his breathing hitch and he looked bothered you asked. He narrowed his eyes at you and then averted his eyes to the table. He seemed to be uncomfortable and you felt bad asking but you were curious.

“None of your business half and half. Eat your ice cream.” John brushed you off but he couldn’t help but feel the pain.

He loved Lindsey, a lot. She was a woman who was breaking down his walls and making him almost want to be kind. Then Balthazar had to go and get into her head. He closed his eyes and shook his head. This was not something he wanted to think about or talk about.

You continued to lick your ice cream and stare at him. His eyes met your face and he made almost a disgusted face but really it was to hide how attractive he thought you were. Ever since Lindsey though, he would not date another woman. He couldn’t go through that pain again.

“Don’t stare at me while you do that.” He snapped at you.

You raised an eyebrow and kept on licking your cold cream. It was obvious your question had put him in a bad mood.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you, I didn’t mean it.” You said after a few moments.

John once again could hear the insecurity laced in your voice. Your eyes met the table and you continued to eat your treat. He almost felt bad. The war inside his head was driving him mad. He was starting to get too comfortable around you and it was… scaring him.

John suddenly needed to be away from you and to think.

“Would you be okay walking home alone?” He asked.

You nodded and with that he stood up and walked out the door. Lighting up a cigarette he walked and walked until he saw a bucket on the ground. With his mind still reminding him about Lindsey and now you, and how he was starting to like you he couldn’t help but kick the bucket out of frustration.

“Fuck!” He yelled into the night air.

Stupid fucking feelings.

Month 4

You got really sick. Like really sick. You couldn’t stop throwing up, your throat was sore and your nose was stuffy. John stayed away from you at first, not wanting to get sick but when you spiked a fever and started hallucinating he started to worry. It all started with him hearing you yelling at someone in your room.

“Don’t leave…” You were sobbing in your bed rocking back and forth, losing your mind.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“Everyone leaves me. I’ve only had three people important to me, now four… my parents, Father Michael and now you…”

You clearly weren’t in the right state of mind so John wasn’t going to mess with you. His hand came up to touch your forehead. You were burning up. When he went to retract his hand, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“I keep seeing it. You’re going to leave me. It’s like a vision on loop. That and people crawling around.”

“I’m taking you to the hospital.” He said in a stern tone.

“No.” You shook your head. “They will poke me like I’m an experiment. I can't die, I will survive this.”

“You need antibiotics or something.” He stated, grabbing your hand. “Come on. Modern medicine is great, you don’t have to suffer.”

John had a point. Modern medicine had come a long way and this could all end. You were too tired to fight. Never before had you been so sick. You felt weak. The tears started and you let out a sob. John frowned at you. He didn’t like seeing you like this. So sad and frail. He wrapped an arm around you and you embraced him.

Constantine tensed at the action but then slowly brought his arms around you. You snuggled into his chest and cried. After a few seconds he brought you to the kitchen table and sat you down. Going to his landline he got a hold of Chas to come pick the two of you up.

It didn’t take long for his apprentice to show up and he helped you into the taxi. The minute you sat in the back of the car you slumped over and fell asleep on John’s shoulder. Chas immediately started talking. He let out a sigh, rolled his eyes and looked out the window.

“Is this who’ve you been staying with these past few months?” He asked.

“The hospital.” John said.

Chas felt upset he wouldn’t answer but started driving anyways.

“I really do feel like I’m just your chauffeur John.” He started up.

“This is work, you’re doing something very important right now.” He said while looking at your sleeping form against him.

Your arm came out and you hugged him, letting out a soft moan of discomfort. He threw his arm around the backseats, making more room for you to snuggle into his side. You fell back asleep, breathing heavily. Chas watched through the rear view mirror.

“This doesn’t look like work.”

“Put your eyes back on the road.” He snapped out, “She’s sick. I need her to be healthy.”

He lit up a cigarette and rolled down the window.

“I wish you’d just tell me who she is.”

John was silent for a few moments, considering Chas’s words. The city passed by them as they drove in the silence. He was feeling a little nicer than usual.

“She’s the product of an angel and demon. Her strength and powers are beyond even my understanding sometimes.” He said letting out his last puff and throwing the butt out the window.

“A Nephalem.” Chas said, letting John know he knew about them.

“Something like that.” The way he said it let Chas know he wasn’t in the mood to talk about it further.

John was starting to think there was something even more special about you. What? He couldn’t tell yet. Suddenly you really started moaning in pain. His hand came down to touch your shoulder and you started sobbing again. Chas looked scared. You were sleep deprived and in immense pain.

“It hurts Constantine.” You cried holding your stomach.

Now he really started to worry.

“We’re almost there.”

Chas had never seen John so soft. He knew if he said anything he could kiss his ‘apprenticeship’ goodbye so he stayed silent, watching the scene unfold behind him. John looked worried as fuck and just hoped they could get there faster. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the building.

Before the car had come to a complete stop he threw open the door. When it finally did stop he hoped out and helped you out. You stumbled and he didn’t waste a second throwing you into his arms and rushing you into the hospital. Seeing this, the nurses ran a gurney out.

“Don’t leave me John. Please.” You said through clenched teeth.

“Let them take care of you, I’ll see you when you’re allowed visitors.” John tried to comfort you.

With that they rolled you into the back where you passed out from the sheer amount of pain you were in.

John couldn’t help but feel restless as he waited for you to be okay. He chain smoked outside and had two cups of black hospital coffee. When he wasn’t doing that he was sitting in the waiting room, doing exactly what the room was for, waiting. His foot tapped up and down on the laminate flooring.

Finally a doctor came out and greeted him. The doctor shook his hand and introduced herself as the head doctor on the case.

“Her appendix burst. She needs surgery but in order to do surgery we need blood. Unfortunately she has one of the most uncommon and we’re short. It’s a long shot but we ask you, are you by chance AB negative?” The doctor explained and asked.

What were the odds? John was AB negative. That’s exactly why he died when he was younger, they couldn’t get his blood type in time. When they finally did they were able to restart his heart and revive him. Without a second thought he uncuffed his sleeve and pulled it up.

“I actually am.”

They wasted no time taking blood and beginning the surgery.

When you woke up you were in the hospital bed. John was sitting in the chair next to the bed with his head down and arms crossed, sleeping. He had a killer headache all day and hoped he wasn’t getting what you had. You felt worried but a little relieved as well as tired. So many emotions were swimming in your brain.

It almost felt like you were feeling someone else’s feelings. You groaned awake and he looked, waking up.

“I don’t even remember what happened. I was in so much pain.” You murmured.

“Your appendix burst. I had to give you blood so they could do the surgery.”

Your eyes widened in shock and you stared at Constantine.

“Tell me you didn’t.” You whispered.

“Why?” He asked, looking confused.

“Do you have a headache?”

His facial expression was perplexed. How did you know?

“We’re bonded now. I should’ve told you no blood. I’m sorry.” You cried knowing Constantine most likely wouldn’t like that information.

“Bonded?” He said slowly.

I don’t need to control you to read your mind or talk to you.

John sat straight up and stared at you. While you could read anyone’s mind and talk to them, he was an expert at this stuff and knew how to guard himself. Plus it had never been so clear. Now he felt like he had no control. His heart started to race.

Can you hear me?

Yes

Shit. I’m so glad you’re okay but what the fuck.

You smiled and he groaned. While he could stop what he really wanted to say from coming out of his mouth, he couldn’t stop his thoughts. Who could Constantine be if he had to constantly survey his thoughts? You looked away from him hearing his running thoughts and felt guilt.

You should have told him.

I'm sorry. The first month is the hardest. We can’t be apart or you’ll get a splitting headache.

“How do I stop the headache I have now? I’m not even five feet away from you.” He said aloud.

“Probably cuddling…” You tapped your chin thinking.

“I’ll deal with the headache.”

You frowned but nodded your head. You wondered why it was so hard for him to just be kind to you but you wouldn’t force him to push his boundaries. He felt like he was hungover in Las Vegas and that he just married a woman he met that night. Regretful.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his thought but then felt hurt, not knowing why. Though you couldn’t be too hurt, you knew he’d regret what he did knowing the repercussions. You two were bonded now and you knew he was bad at relationships. Your mind was racing with his and your own thoughts and you knew he was going through the same exact thing at that moment.

Father Michael…

“Speak out loud.” He said harshly.

You nodded.

“Father Michael used to tell me all the time growing up to never come in contact with someone else’s blood. That the repercussions would be… unbearable to most.”

Your eyes welled up as you were still in a little pain and now this. Constantine could feel your sadness hugging his brain and almost started to tear up himself. He pressed his palms into his eyes, hoping it would stop along with the headache. Jumping into that bed with you was tempting.

“Usually it’s supposed to be with someone you love, someone you already feel connected with. I just assumed I’d never bond with anyone. I’m sorry John Constantine.” You used his full name.

John stood up. It was overwhelming. All these emotions and he felt vulnerable.

“Let me just go see if you’re ready to be discharged or if they want to keep you another night.”

But you could hear him swearing up a storm in his head as he walked out of the room.

Later that night you got home with Constantine’s help. In the cab you had a nice conversation with Chas, he was a sweet and eager boy. You wished John would be nicer to him. The two of you sat close to one another in the car and he smoked his cigarettes, trying not to think while you and Chas chatted.

Finally making it home, you were about to go into your room when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Sleep in my bed tonight.”

When you were thigh to thigh in the car his headache went away. You smiled at him and nodded your head enthusiastically.

“Don’t get any ideas, I just want to sleep without this headache.” He grumbled, looking kind of shy.

The two of you got into bed and you went to snuggle up with him when he pushed you away. He grabbed a spare pillow and put it between the two of you.

“I told you, don’t get any ideas.” He said simply before laying on his back and lighting up one last cigarette for the day.

You nodded slowly, feeling upset and turned so you were facing away from him. Curling up into the fetal position you saviored even being this close to him.

The headache was going away and he couldn’t help but sigh out. Then he sighed for a different reason. He could hear your thoughts.

Stupid. Dumb. Evil. Why didn’t you tell him? Who would want to bond with you? Nobody ever. Humans can’t handle you.

John turned his head so he could look at you. He took a drag of his cigarette. The mental pain you were in was too much for him. He brought his hand up to pat your head.

You’re not the worst person to be bonded with, half and half.

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing he was being truthful with you.

“Thank you.” You said out loud and John just grumbled something.

You turned to face him, putting your hands under your cheeks. Staring up at him you could see him looking from the corner of his eyes. He appeared to you like a piece of art, handsome as some humans would say. Constantine could feel his face heating up at your thoughts but chose to smoke his cigarette and pretend like he wasn’t listening.

After a few seconds he turned his head to face you back.

“Yes?”

“Can I try one again?” You asked.

“That’s how people get addicted, you know?” He said the cigarette between his lips.

“I just want one.”

John thought for a moment before he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and blew out the smoke. He shifted so he was on his side facing you. Bringing his arm up he brought the same cigarette to your lips. He stared as you closed your eyes and inhaled.

Beautiful.

You felt the same giddy feeling you felt earlier and blew out the smoke. This time it was much better than the first time he let you try one. Tomorrow you’d do something for him. You couldn’t stop yourself, you leaned up and planted a kiss right on his warm forehead.

John scrunched up his face and went to push you away when you laid back down.

“Thank you Constantine.”

With a yawn you started to fall asleep, still facing him.

Month 5

You became obsessed with pleasing John. Ever since your bond had calmed down a bit and you stopped sleeping in his bed you craved the times he’d be sweet to you. You’d do anything for him, anything. The bond actually came in handy a lot of the time.

You had developed your teleportation powers and it was easy to get to him. John would call for you and you would pop up. You could also answer questions for him or read things to him if he forgot something at home while he was out. Besides the total invasion of privacy, he was learning to live with the bond.

Although it saddened you at the time, the two of you tried to break the bond but you found out the only way to do it would be for you to die and resurrect. John didn’t want to put you through that and instead found ways to keep you out of his head when he didn’t want you. He really did not need you in his head right now.

Not with the thoughts he was having about you. John couldn’t take his mind off you ever. At first he blamed the bond but this was happening before it. He’d finally come to the conclusion that he wanted you and he wanted you badly. Constantine didn’t need you to know that.

John’s way of ignoring the feelings was to go to his room and jerk off. He could only imagine what it would be like to be balls deep inside you. Never had he come so fast to just the mere thought of someone. You were driving him crazy. You smelled fantastic, looked sexy as fuck and acted so kind to him, even when he was being an asshole most of the time.

Then one day he heard you moaning as he touched himself. He stopped in his tracks and listened. Mesmerized by the sounds he ingrained them into his mind. Then it hit him. Every time he touched himself, you’d get horny and touch yourself too. His face heated up in embarrassment because you most likely knew when he was doing something so private.

Little did he know, you didn’t know. You’d just get random sexual desires and had to relieve yourself. While Constantine masturbated every time he thought of you, every time you thought of him you’d do something for him. You were becoming obsessed.

It all started with you bringing home fifteen cartons of his favorite cigarettes. Usually people urged him to quit but you enabled, not even knowing it. John wasn’t complaining though. At least he was stocked up for a while. You smiled at his bewildered look, another approval from him.

Then you started making him breakfast every morning and if he didn’t like it you’d use your powers to make it something he did like. John, at first told you to stop, he didn’t need you taking care of him or tiring yourself out but you saw the gratefulness in his eyes and that was enough for you.

No more trashing his house or ripping his clothes. In fact you’d clean his house and correctly wash his expensive clothes. It became all about his praise. You liked when he liked when you did something. It felt nice and made you all giddy. The two of you still argued and bickered but John Constantine was a difficult man to live with.

You had run out of ideas on what to do for him so one day at work you asked your coworker.

“Hannah, what do men like?” You asked while standing at the counter waiting for more human customers to come in.

“Girl, all men like are sex and beer.” Hannah rolled her eyes while she swept the floor.

Most women would know that your coworker was ranting but you weren’t most women. You made a mental note to pick up some of the beer on the way home. Hannah continued on, starting to sweep with more aggressive movements but you still stared out the window thinking about John.

“Good for nothing, pieces of shit. They’d fuck a raw chicken breast if it meant they could orgasm.” She made a disgusted face but then laughed, “Yeah, finding you laying naked in his bed would be better than winning the lottery for them.”

She pointed the broom at you.

“All men think about is sex, you have to remember that.”

Although you tuned her out you heard one thing, you must lay naked on his bed. See, you knew about sex, how could you not? It was in books, music, tv, everyday conversations… You’d never had it before though. Your past lives consisted of moving throughout the invisible energy that existed within the world.

Energy has to go somewhere, if said object or thing died or broke you’d move onto the next. It was freeing. You didn’t have to eat, sleep, feel pain or live with John Constantine. You missed it moving all around, seeing all the beauty and happiness within the world while also witnessing the pain and suffering. The ugly. Still it was your ‘life’ and it was nice.

When you came into this world, ripped out of your mothers womb by your father all you felt was pain and coldness. You felt it for yourself no longer just the bystander. It was Hell. Knowing all you knew but trapped inside a body that couldn’t speak, walk, or do anything for itself. You would say it was the worst time in this form. Of any time in your life.

You shook your head not wanting to think about it. Beer and sex, that’s all you had to remember.

John walked into the apartment and called out your name. When he heard you call out to him from his bedroom he sighed but made his way there, ready to rip you out and throw you into your room. That is, until he saw you. He almost dropped his cigarette in shock.

You laid there on your back, your head hanging off the edge of the bed with one leg out and one knee bent so your foot was planted on the bed. Oh and you were nude. You turned your head to look at him when you heard the door open. He stood there staring at you, mouth hanging wide open.

“You’re home Constantine!” You rolled over so you were on your side and swung your legs over the edge of his bed before standing up.

John blinked over and over still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Plus he wasn’t the most respectful man. He couldn't help but take a peak. Your body was amazing to him, just his type. It had to be some kind of sick joke. A temptation. Without even knowing it or did you know? He could never tell.

You walked over to him, the natural sway you had to your step fascinated him. The child of an Angel and Demon was bound to be beautiful but you were perfect. Unlike anything he’d ever seen, if he didn’t know any better he’d probably drop to his knees in front of you. John wasn’t that easy though.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped and backed away and you grabbed his tie.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so we could have sex.” You said, like it was obvious.

“Jesus Christ!” John took a drag from his cigarette and then rubbed his temples, “Why?”

Your fingers let go of his tie as you came to cross your arms. If this is what men like so much, how come he’s acting like this? You let your eyes look John over and you noticed the tent in his pants and smirked. When his eyes followed yours he groaned. It’s never not awkward. He put his cigarette out, brought both hands down to hide his erection and cleared his throat.

“Well, I also have beer. Hannah said that all men like are sex and beer. I wanted to do something nice for you…” You raised an eyebrow at him when he scoffed.

“Hannah wasn’t being serious.”

“She seemed pretty serious.”

“Yeah, that's because she goes for the worst guys on Earth, I am not like those guys.” He argued.

Most of the time.

“Aren’t you a self proclaimed asshole? You kinda sound a lot like all the guys she talks about…” You pointed out.

“Gee, thanks. Now I’d like to know why you wanted to do something nice for me?” Now he folded his arms across his chest.

“Because even though you’re mean, you’re sweet to me most of the time…” John groaned but you continued, “You’re the best roommate I could ever ask for.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. When he opened his eyes he jumped, forgetting during your mini argument that you were naked. John covered his eyes with one hand and pointed with the other at you.

“Please, just put a shirt on.”

You grumbled in annoyance and went to his dresser. He started to protest, telling you he meant your clothes— his were expensive— but when he opened his eyes he couldn’t argue anymore. John was a fit man and his shirts ran a little bigger. On you it went to the middle of your thighs. He could feel his cock getting hard again.

“Hannah was generalizing. Yeah sex is great but I don’t even know if you know what that is.” You raised an eyebrow at his words.

“I’m offended. Of course I know what sex is. You’re acting like I’m a kid again.”

“Right. I’m not trying to. There’s just a lot you do know and don’t.” He watched you sit on the bed, his shirt rising up even more.

“Well, I could ride you into oblivion or let you fuck me into the mattress.”

God. John wanted to fuck you into his mattress. He wondered if it would feel better coming from a woman who had both demonic and angelic blood coursing through her veins. So willing as well. Naked and in bed waiting for him, literally. He licked his lips before he walked up to you, grabbed your jaw and tilted your head.

“You are nice to look at.” He smirked.

“Are we going to fuck?”

“No.”

“Can I give you a blowjob?”

“Jesus! No!”

This time you licked your lips.

“Please?”

John groaned. You fucking tease. He pushed you back so you were laying on the bed and let his hand grab your thigh. You let out a noise of surprise but watch him after supporting yourself on your elbows. He was looking down at his hand as he gripped the meaty flesh of your thigh. Fucking you would be wrong. Until he knew that’s what you wanted, you giving him pleasure would feel wrong. That being said if you asked so nicely…

His fingers traveled to your clit where he rubbed small, quick circles on the bundle of nerves. You cried out and grabbed into the sheets, digging your nails into the mattress. Your thighs were already shaking and you couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth. John chuckled from above you as he sped his fingers up.

With his free hand he grabbed a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket and grabbed one out, one handed. He threw the carton on the ground and placed the cig in between your lips. Then he took his lighter out from his back pocket and ignited it. The flame met the end of the cigarette.

“Suck.”

You listened to him still moaning as you inhaled, lighting the cigarette for him. His fingers left your clit and your eyes widened as you felt his fingers inside you. Your volume was getting louder and louder as you grabbed harder and harder onto his bed. He grabbed the cigarette from your mouth and brought it up to his lips.

It went on like that for a few minutes. Him fingering you while taking drags of his cig. Whatever he was doing, it felt so good you couldn’t help but whine and roll your hips onto his fingers. You looked down, his hands were so sexy. Your tongue almost came out of your mouth as you panted. John’s hand with the cigarette pushed your cheeks to look up at him.

“Don’t make that face.” He laughed

“Huh?” You groaned out feeling your gut tightening and he ignored your question.

“Yeah, you like fucking yourself on my fingers like that?”

“It feels so good…”

John’s fingers sped up as you got louder and louder. His thumb came to rub your clit. You fell back onto the bed, your back arching, as you cried out. Whatever he was doing to you, you’d never felt such pleasure. You think you’d do anything for him if he would only keep making you feel like this. Sex was good, fun, and pleasurable but you didn’t know it was this nice.

Your body felt on fire and you could feel your lower abdomen tightening. Had John not seemed so nonchalant, you’d think you were going to die. Not like you’d care anyways. If this is how you would die, so be it. You tried to warm him, of this wonderful feeling you were having, yet no words would come out.

John was feeling pleasure too. It shocked him at first but he realized it was probably from your bond. The pleasure you were feeling right now, was so intense that he felt it as well. Knowing that your orgasm would also mean his, he felt even more determined to make you cum. He grunted out as he pushed his fingers in as deep as he could.

Your unabashed sounds fueled his need to see you come undone. Had the tension always been this bad? Every time the two of you fought and argued, was it because you secretly wanted to fuck each other? Maybe more on his end and that’s why he couldn’t have sex with you right now. He had to figure things out.

“John… I- I think…” You couldn’t think, not one thought.

“That’s it half and half, let go.” John cooed to you in a condescending tone.

You looked up into his eyes for a second and that was it. The light exploded, plunging the room into darkness. John let out a deep groan and you noticed his hips thrusting against nothing, too lost in the pleasure to care. Your own hips bucked against his hand, sending his fingers deeper into your pussy. A literal howl left your lungs as you jerked on the bed.

After a few minutes, with the both of you panting and your occasional soft moans filling the silence in the room, John removed his fingers from you. You were sweating and felt like a liquid. It almost felt as freeing as when you were nothing but energy.

When you looked at Constantine he was licking his fingers clean. A quiet gasp left you and he looked down on you. There was a big wet spot on his covers now and he rolled his eyes.

“What are you-“ before you could finish John shoved his digits into your mouth, your own cum and his spit filling your taste buds.

“It tastes good huh?” You hummed and he stepped away from you, wiping your spit on his shirt. “You said there was beer, yeah? Well go put on a movie I’ll clean this up.”

You didn’t know if you could walk but you’d try for him. This time when you made eye contact with him, something felt different. You stood up and stumbled, almost falling but he caught you. John was back to his usual cynical self and scoffed at you and he was about to make a comment when he studied your face in the moonlight.

For the first time ever he saw you as a woman. Not a demonic, angel hybrid. Yes you may have had the powers of one, you could make Balthazar slap himself across the face, blow the lights out in his bedroom, bond with him, hell, you could probably beat Satan in a duel. At this moment though, you were just a woman. A very attractive, special and entertaining woman.

Your face heated up, you’d never felt so shy in front of him but pushed him away. He was letting you hear his thoughts.

“Yes. Okay. I will do that for you Constantine.” You smiled and ran out of the room.

John chuckled to himself and went to change.

“And put on some underwear!” He called while starting to change himself.

“Okay!” You called out cheerfully.

In the living room you sat on John’s lap. His arms came around your midsection as he held you to his chest and had his face in the crook of your shoulder. You liked this a lot. It was so much better than sitting away from one another. You felt warm and calm for once. The two of you were watching a movie.

You were completely engrossed in the film. Your hands absentmindedly played with John’s as you watched the screen. The beer was half gone and you felt buzzed. On the screen the main actress and actor started to make out. You tilted your head a bit as you watched them go at it. Their tongues embraced one another and you had an urge to try that.

Your pupils dilated as you were mesmerized by what was happening.

“Constantine?”

“Yeah?” He murmured against your neck, leaving little kisses.

“I want to try that. With you.”

John smirked before turning your head.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

You leaned down and claimed his lips in a kiss. Mirroring the people on the screen your tongue came out to swipe his bottom lip before it found his. He tasted like beer and cigarettes and you couldn’t help but find yourself addicted to the taste. The two of you slowly made out. You twisted yourself so you could throw your hands into his hair.

Pulling John closer you tilted your head like they did in the movie and let out a soft moan. You liked kissing. It felt nice and you could feel your body heating up while also relaxing. Constantine couldn’t help but bite your bottom lip, causing you to gasp and pull away.

When you did you looked into his eyes as they were half lidded. His lips were swollen and you brought your hand up to trace them. He couldn’t help but bite your finger. You squeezed your thighs together and started to grind down onto him. He grabbed your hips to stop you.

“Do you understand consent?” He asked. “Human rule.”

“Yes. Hannah explained it to me in more detail.” You replied. “She said there’s men who will do it even without.”

“Sadly some do. I’m not one of those men.” He said. “Do you really want to be with me sexually?”

You thought for a moment. Not knowing why, your heart felt full at the question. Constantine did something to you. After seeing it in the movies, you touched yourself for the first time plenty of years ago. You’d been doing it a lot more recently. It was fun and enjoyable, something you wanted to experience with someone else.

John was very attractive. If you had to pick someone, it would be him. Plus you knew him, you were comfortable around him. He made you feel safe.

“Yes.”

You leaned forward and kissed him again but he turned you around so you were back watching the movie. The actors on the screen were now having sex. He nibbled on your earlobe and you squirmed before he shoved his tongue into your ear. Your shoulders came up to your ears. His fingers came back to your clit.

“Still sensitive?”

“Yes.” You moaned out and spread your legs for him.

John circled your clit. His fingers moved lazily and he seemed bored but you could feel his cock hardening under your ass. He loved hearing your sounds. Every few minutes he would pick up his speed before returning to the slow, leisure pace, getting you to sing your song. His lips kept peppering around on your neck.

Without thinking, you rolled your hips, causing your ass to rub against his hard cock. He grunted and grinded against you.

Your whole body tensed before you released all the tension, feeling like jello. You felt like you were back in time and space again, floating as your chest rose up and down at a rapid pace. The tingling feeling throughout your whole body made you feel weightless. You couldn’t stop whining and rubbing against his fingers.

“Again.” You cried. “Do it again.”

“Damn half and half.” But his fingers kept moving.

You loved orgasming and were becoming addicted to them. Doing them alone was fun but this was so much more exciting and it felt so much better. You held onto his wrist and used one hand to play with your breasts. He groaned against your shoulder and used his free hand to replace your hand.

John pinched your nipples and squeezed the fat through his shirt you were still wearing. You let yourself melt against him. Your breathing was heavy as you practically yelled. If anyone was bowling at midnight bowling, they could definitely hear you faintly. Both your hands were on both his wrists, holding on for dear life.

John was so hard. He wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you into oblivion. The hand that was playing with your breast came down, tickling your sides as it moved before he inserted two fingers into your vagina. He thrusted his fingers in and out at the same pace his fingers on your clit were moving.

You started to whine, your eyes flickering to the tv where the actors were still having sex. So badly did you want to do what they were doing. You moaned and begged Constantine.

“Please. I want you to put your penis in me.”

“Not tonight woman.”

God damn, he thought. You whimpered but listened to him and tensed again, feeling the orgasm coming again, fast. John could feel you squeezing his fingers and tightening around them. He desperately wished it could be his cock but alas he’d be a gentleman. Well as much as he could be.

“You want my cock? I’ll give it to you someday baby.” He said against your ear.

Just like that, you came again. Your thighs were shaking and you couldn’t help yourself, you dropped to your knees on the floor in front of him. You pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock was leaking precum and you leaned down to lick it off. It was salty and you wanted more.

John let out a sigh before throwing his arms behind the couch, just letting himself sit in the feeling. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. His head lolled back and he groaned out. Taking his whole penis into your mouth, you bobbed your head up and down.

You moaned and looked into his eyes.

Don’t you want me Constantine?

You said into his head. His eyes snapped open but he was consumed by the feeling of your lips around his dick. Too relaxed to guard his mind and right now your voice in his head was like music.

��Fuck yeah.” He groaned out.

I’m all yours.

John Constantine felt like you were sucking his soul out. He had never had head so good. It felt better than sex and he couldn’t help but fantasize what sex would be like with you. Throwing you onto the couch and smushing you face against the cushions until you were crying from the pleasure.

Feeling his cock enter you over and over again as he fucked you like an animal. He thought about how you would sound, how you would feel wrapped around him. Constantine felt his toes scrunch up as you sucked a little harder than before. This was amazing.

You let out a whimper and he realized you were reading his thoughts. Suddenly he let out a long, drawn out moan and came down your throat. That was the fastest he’d ever came to a blowjob as well. He panted and closed his eyes as he felt the bliss.

You licked your lips and pulled his pants up before crawling back into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck.

“You taste salty.” You said.

“Uh. Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

The two of you sat, cuddling as the emotions you were both feeling was something unworldly. Constantine thought about how he had never felt so free and relaxed. It was like you sucked the stress and anger out of him.

John squeezed you closer to him and you spoke up.

“It worked.”

“What worked?” He asked.

“Beer and sex.” You said.

John just stared at you for a moment before bursting out into laughter. You loved the sound and couldn’t help but start laughing with him, though you didn’t know why since you were being truthful. He’d never been so nice to you. He gave you another kiss and squeezed you hard against his chest.

You were too much.

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