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─── You Help Me ──────

Pairings: John Constantine x Witch!reader

Tags: Nsfw, bratty reader, reader is a tease, John is short-tempered, aggressive sex, pure enemies, aphrodisiac potion, degradation, oral (f receiving), absolutely messy, hair pulling.

Warnings: Lots of profanity.

Requests are open, pls feel free to send :)).

You and John are sworn enemies, always been, always will be.

After he had captured your ass for using spells to summon demons into the earth's plane and bother literally every human being it came across with, he took the liberty of keeping you into his apartment because due to the protection he has— you won't be able to use demonic spells and summon fucking demons ever again.

And even though he's doing this to keep LA in peace, every waking day he wished he can just dump you on the streets and forget he's an occult detective just so he won't have to deal with you anymore.

You are insufferable, so damn loud, always teasing him, bratty and sometimes you won't even care and trash his apartment, like you were purposely pissing him off just so he can get absolutely annoyed and let you out.

It was clear he hated you, ever since he has to fight you all he felt was pure hatred— nothing else, really. Of course he didn't think about shutting your mouth with something else, of course he didn't think about bending you over and putting you in your place— of course he didn't.

But no— John is a man of focus. At least he likes to think he was. He won't let some stupid, bratty, mouthy and definitely damn attractive witch ruin his life. He has a city to keep in peace and quiet for goddamn sake.

And you? You were willing to do anything possible to break him. Wether it'll be to keep talking to him, keep annoying him— anything. You knew how short-tempered he was, how easy it was to rile him up.

But then you realized you didn't have to do any of that when you came across a brilliant idea.

You knew him long enough to know his whole routine. Wake up, eat, work, home, whiskey and smoke, shower— maybe jerk off in the shower (which you noticed he only does when he looked a little more grumpy than usual), then sleep.

And you knew exactly what to do.

You can't do spells but you can make potions.

And you decided to make the easiest potions known— something you can make with the things you have in your house,

and maybe also some other weird stuff.

Knowing his damn pattern, which you would secretly insult about in your mind due to how boring his life was, you knew exactly where to strike, where to put that little potion you brewed when he wasn't home longer than usual.

Coming home, John was surprised to see his apartment peaceful— maybe too peaceful. He can see you on his bed, just sitting and doing whatever you're doing there while wearing one of those black long sleeved dresses you have, the ones that had a low cut that always made his eyes go far from where your eyes were.

He decided not to dwell on your weird behavior too much as he went to the kitchen and took the bottle of an almost finished whiskey from his fridge, wanting a single glass of his favorite drink before going to bed— and as he does so he missed the small smirk that formed on your lips as you watched him discreetly.

As he poured some of the whiskey in his glass and raised it to his lips to take a sip, he couldn't help but notice that the liquor felt hotter down his throat and how it was more bitter than usual.

He took a sip again to taste it— thinking that it was probably just the first sip but the more he tastes it the more it gets fucking worse, and his body gradually gets too hot and humid that he couldn't help but put the glass down before shrugging off his coat and loosening his tie.

"What the fuck.."

John panted out as he looked down on himself, getting sweaty and hot just from taking a few sips of his whiskey. Then he saw a glimpse of the growing bulge in his pants and his eyes widens— immediately looking up at where you are as he spoke.

He knows you did something. Why the fuck would he be horny?

Or maybe its just you. But he refused to think that.

"Did you put something in my whiskey?"

He asked through labored breaths, sounding as if he ran a marathon. He pushed himself from the table and tried walking towards you but his legs felt too weak that he immediately gave up and sat on one of his chairs, spreading his legs to hopefully loosen the tightness in his crotch as he does so.

You watched him closely and smirked, knowing that your potion worked perfectly. You slowly stood up from his bed and walked towards his disheveled form, shamelessly taking a look on his growing bulge which made your smirk widened.

"Yeah, I did. Aphrodisiac potion. Ten times more worse than any other aphrodisiacs out there."

You said casually, voice smooth and silky as you spoke as if you're trying to rile him up with just your voice. You walked even closer and sat on the table Infront of John, still having that irritatingly hot smirk on your face as you do so.

He was getting incredibly crazy as the potion continues to spread all over his body, causing his dick to ache inside his pants. He groaned and looked down— his hips bucking as he tries hopefully relief himself by grinding his hard on against the chair.

"Fuck you damn witch.. You have to fucking help me."

You chuckled when you heard those words, feeling amused at his audacity. Even if he looks hot and sexy like that— all messy and sweaty like a dog in heat, you won't let him have you easily. After all, men always have to work their way to you and in you— why would John be any different?

"You think you can get help easily?"

You were gonna say something more when the man suddenly gets on his knees, causing the chair he was sitting on to fall down on the floor due to the hastiness of his movements as he then spreads your legs without a word.

You watched, shocked but not angry. You placed your hands behind you to lean back just slightly, watching as he pulls your dress up with shaky hands.

"You're a fucking bitch— putting some fucking aphrodisiac potion in my whiskey.. and you're making me eat your pussy first? You slut.."

John mumbled more to himself in pure annoyance, his voice breathy and shaky as he starts tugging your panties down with one hand while the other holds the hem of your black dress up and around your waist.

"I never said anything about you eating my pussy, Constantine. You were the one who got on your knees that fast to eat me out."

You said in a matter-of-fact tone while still having that damn smirk and John got more annoyed. Without uttering any more words, he dived in and started licking your cunt from the hole up to the clit, groaning to himself at the taste.

Annoyingly delicious.

He did a few more licks before he settled on sucking on to your clit messily, looking up at you through his eyelashes with eyes filled with both fury and lust.

You chuckled at how he's acting, looking like he hates and loves your cunt at the same time— how he's sucking your clit and licking inside your hole with shaky movements as if he couldn't contain himself, desperately trying to get into your good side, eating his way into you.

But fuck you and your mouth just can't stop talking.

"You can do better than that."

"Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"Come on, Constantine. Make me cum."

Those words pushed him over the edge, his patience ran thin and his dick twitched in his pants because of how infuriatingly hot you sounded. He pulled away and pushed your dress up even more, grumbling something about why would you even wear something so long to himself as he does so.

He cursed under his breath and gave up— he pushed you harshly to lay down on the table and rolled the hem of your dress up once again, putting the gathered fabric underneath you so that it won't fall down and get in the way.

John's one arm hooked with your leg to keep it open while the other hand has its two fingers teasing your wet, dripping hole— causing you to softly gasp.

"No fingers! This is a challenge—"

"Shut up and take it."

He said before lapping on to your clit as he inserts two fingers into your cunt without a care, eager to make you cum as soon as possible just for the sake of being able to shoot his load in you and get rid of this burning, aching feeling coursing through him.

John never thought he'll find himself in a situation like this, but to be quite honest— this is nothing compared to the shit he have been through. Eating his enemy's pussy is definitely not as crazy as having to stop Mammon from crossing the Earth's plane.

You were a moaning mess despite your protest, his fingers were annoyingly working so good inside you. He found your spot so fast as if he already memorized female anatomy— and the way his mouth continues to pour its attention on to your clit isn't helping any bit.

"F-..Fuck you, Constantine.."

You said through gritted teeth, your hand now gripping his hair, pushing him further against your cunt while your other hand grips the edge of the table.

"Yeah. You'll be fucking me."

He just replied against your core, the vibrations of his voice sending you spiraling.

"Shit!"

Your release was forced out of you with a loud, guttural moan— your eyes rolling. You collapsed completely on the table, heaving and gasping for air as you do so.

But John doesn't care. He roughly pulled you and turned you around until you're bending over the table with your dress rode up, exposing your cunt to him once more. He undid his pants and shoved it down with hasty movements— revealing his red, aching and angry cock.

All he wants is to get rid of this burning feeling— and maybe also bury himself deep into you and fuck you until you behave.

He aligned the tip to your entrance before entering fully with one, hard and careless thrust. You both groan loudly and with impatience coursing through him, John started fucking you.

"Slow down, you moron!"

You managed to exclaim despite the moans and whimpers being forced out of your mouth. You never knew he can fuck this good, much less have a big fucking cock— but now that you know maybe you should put more aphrodisiac potion in his whiskey next time.

"Shut up, witch."

John just muttered as he focused completely on his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips and moving you along with him— increasing the pace each time. The force of you two's movements caused the table to move forward, and due to how much it shakes the glass of whiskey fell down on the floor, making a mess.

None of you cared though. You two looked like the complete definition of messy. Clothes disheveled, sweaty and fucking like animals in the kitchen while muttering filthy words.

Normally John would like things looking perfect and slow when he have sex— but this did the job too damn well. Something about you looking wrecked did something to him. The fact that he's the one who reduced you into this makes his release come faster than normal.

"Shit— shit.. You're fucking tight—"

He groaned, reaching his hand towards your long hair and pulling it harshly, making you gasp. He doesn't know what has gotten into him but damn did he not care. He kept your hair in a tight grip as his thrusts increased, making your eyes roll back again as his tip hits your g-spot again and again and again.

"Constantine!"

A few more thrusts and you came with another loud moan that's close to a cry. You collapsed on the table again but John kept his grip on your hair and your hips as he thrusts a few more before releasing his load into you.

You two were silent for a moment— just staying there and panting. Then you turned your head to look back at him and managed to smirk, making him roll his eyes.

"I'm kicking you out."

He said but there's no real bite in his words whatsoever, his still hard cock buried inside you proved that.

"Oh yeah? Then you won't be able to have a cunt this good again, Johnny boy."

You teased with a chuckle, shaking your ass as if to emphasize your words and John tightened his grip on your hair and hips to serve as a warning.

"Better make the most out of it."

And with that— He started fucking you again.

And the next day.

And the day after that.

A/n: this is so short.. but I just wrote this cause I was ovulating. :).

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