#hellblazer imagine

"I know. That's why Cas is here." Sam said. Cas had been holed up in the war room looking over books for something to free Dean from the demon Crowley put in him.

"And you think Cas is going to be able to hurt Dean?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "I don't think so. Dean is going to come for you and there is nothing anyone is going to be able to do to help you."

"Well then what do you suggest?" Sam asked, throwing his hands up. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

"I know a guy." I said, already dialing the number. "He's a little brash but honestly, he's exactly what I need. We're going to have to clear the bunker though. He doesn't trust Crowley and he will not take kindly to Cas being here." Sam nodded as the man in question picked up. "John! Hey."

"What do I owe the honor of hearing your pretty voice luv?" John asked, clearly having just wrapped up an exorcism. "Getting tired of working with those brothers? You know you never were able to replicate the times you had with me. Said they were the best you ever had." I chuckled and shook my head as Sam watched me.

"I never said that. You did." I teased. "I'll cut to the chase John. I got a problem. With a demon. That won't...vacate." John sighed.

"Dean Winchester. Yeah Crowley told me what he did." John said. I heard the click of a lighter and ran a hand down my face.

"What were you doing talking to that fucker?" I asked. John was quiet while he took a drag.

"He came to find me. Something about what he could do to remove the mark of Cain." I swore under my breath and John sighed. "Yeah. I told him he couldn't do it. But apparently he did anyway."

"Yeah and now we're trapped in the bunker with him. I told Sam he would get out..." I leaned against the wall and looked down the hall at the door Dean was locked behind.

"But the big lug wouldn't listen." John finished. "Figures." He huffed and the flap of his trench coat fluttered through the phone. “I’ll be right there luv. We’ll get this sorted. Just make sure the angel and Sam are gone by the time I get there.”

“That I can do.” I laughed. “Be seeing you John.” The line went dead and I gave Sam a look. “Get out. You and cas. Demonologists orders.” I smiled at him as he stared at me.

“but dean…” he started.

“is going to be taken care of. We need to leave Sam.” Cas said, appearing by my side. I smirked at Sam as cas grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of the bunker. As the door to the bunker slammed shut, a spark appeared next to me. It opened and John stepped through.

“they’re gone.” I said as I turned towards him. John kissed my cheek in greeting. “Just left. What do we need to do?”

“let’s go see him.” John shrugged off his coat and tossed it into my room. “And we’re probably going to visit that once we’re done.” He jabbed a finger over his shoulder as he realized what the room was.

“we’ll see.” I laughed.

“well we never did discuss the payment for this little endeavor.” John teased, leaning towards me.

“if you can pull it off.” I shot back. “Cas couldn’t find anything in any of the literature to suggest that we could even…” John smirked at me. “What? What do you know that a literal angel couldn’t find?”

“he’s not a demon possessing a body luv.” He said. I paused outside the door and stared at John. “He turned dean into a knight of hell. No different from Crowley. Not a demon. Not a human. Something in between.” I stared at him in shock. “You can’t exorcise what isn’t there.” John winked at me before pushing the door open. “Dean Winchester. Never had the pleasure. Heard good things of course.” John jerked his head towards me as I walked in, locking the door behind us.

“John Constantine. Demonologist, exorcist and master of the dark arts." Dean said. John's mouth twitched.

"They still calling me that down there?" John asked, shoving his hands in his pockets. Dean smirked and pretended to think for a minute while I leaned against the wall.

"Just Crowley." Dean said, finally looking at John. The two men started a staring contest and I pushed off the wall.

"We doing this or not?" I asked. John's eyes flickered over to me. Dean took his time looking me over.

"Yeah. We're doing this." John grumbled. He took off his trench coat and tossed it on the table in the corner.

“oh good. I thought I’d have to endure more of that.” Dean muttered as he snapped his restraints.

“crap.” I hissed as I backed towards the door. John started muttering in Latin as dean made a bee line for me. “A little help here John!” I called as dean grabbed my throat. John's eyes rolled back and I screamed. "NO!"

"Relax sweetheart." Dean chuckled. "He's just trying to get rid of me." I gripped his wrist as he tightened his grip on my throat. "It isn't going to work Johnny boy. Better stop before I do something we both regret." John paused, eyes meeting mine as I looked between the two men. "Good boy." John bristled slightly at the praise.

"So what now?" John asked, slowly making his way to the wall Dean had me pinned against. His eyes flicked down to my hand that was pressed against the wall. I flexed my fingers and John nodded. "You kill them. Then me. Then what? You can't die. The mark won't let you. Crowley keeps you on a short leash. So what can you really do?" I felt the cold handle of a knife against my palm and curled my fingers around it. John's shoulders sagged in relief as he watched.

"Easy. Get out. Kill the angel and demon. Play with the brother a little. Then take over Hell." Dean turned his head slightly to look at John over his shoulder. I moved my hand from Dean's wrist to his chest, slipping my foot between his. With a sharp shove, I managed to spin us around while putting the knife to Dean's neck. He chuckled darkly as his hand dropped from my throat. "Well well well." He smirked at me as his hands came to rest on my hips. "Go ahead. Do it." His eyes darkened as he watched me.

"Do it (Y/N)." John urged. "Buy us time." I stared Dean down, lips curling into a snarl as he smirked at me. My nose twitched as I watched him. "What are you waiting for?" John practically yelled.

"No." I said, backing away slightly. "It's what he wants." I tilted my head at Dean, smirking when he realized he was once again trapped against the wall. A small sigil was holding his hand to the wall. I turned back to John and tightened my grip on the knife. "What do we do? You can't exorcise him. Whatever you were trying to do before didn't work. We can't kill him because it'll just free him. Now what?" John looked over at Dean and chewed on his lip.

"Well..." John fidgeted in place. "He's basically feral right?" I nodded. "What if we got that energy out another way?"

"What? Like fuck it out of him?" I asked. "John I don't think he's gonna let you top him." John blushed and gently shoved me.

"They're right you know." Dean called out from his place on the wall. "Besides you're not really my type. Sorry handsome." John turned a deeper shade of red as he turned back to me, pulling me a little further away from Dean.

"No. But..." John played with his tie as he looked me over. "There is a chance that he'll fuck you. You said Dean was a womanizer right? We get him worked up enough and there is a chance he'll play into our little game."

"You just want an excuse to fuck me with him watching." I teased John. He rolled his eyes at me.

"This isn't some voyeurism kink (Y/N). This is trying to literally suck the demon out of Dean." John explained. "But if he is any inch the macho asshole you described, he's not going to let you just do it."

"Play into his ego." I said, shooting him a glance as he smirked at me. "Make him think that I don't give a shit about him. That someone else is better and he has to prove his worth." John nodded, pointing at me.

"Bingo." John confirmed. I put a hand on his chest and gulped.

"But wouldn't that mean the demon will possess me?" I asked, worry clear on my face. John curled his hand over mine and squeezed.

"Yeah." He confirmed. My eyes darted over his face. "I'll get it out though. It won't be the same demon. Right now its emboldened by the mark. With you, it'll be a run of the mill demon. Easy exorcism."

"John..." I whispered, moving closer to him. John wrapped his arms around me. "I'm scared."

"I know luv." He whispered as he rubbed my back. "I am too. But we've got this. Yeah?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "Let's do this. Scared or not." John pulled back with a tight smile. He cupped my cheek before looking around.

"Sorry luv but the table is really our only option here. And I am too. Don't think you'd wanna call back the angel and brother just to do the trick."

"Its fine." I shrugged. "And you're right. I'd much rather it be you than anyone else." John smiled softly at me. He stepped forward and cupped my cheeks. "I trust you."

"A terrible idea really." John chuckled, kissing me with a smirk. I hummed as I reached up to wrap my hand around his tie. John chuckled as he pulled away, hands falling to my hips. "Hmm...minx." I laughed as John gently pulled me back towards the table as I pulled him back into another kiss.

"Says you." I whispered against his lips. Dean had gone suspiciously quiet in the corner. "You know you're going to have to wipe that little sigil away right?" John nodded as he spun us around and pinned me against the table. He kissed me deeply, slowly bending me backwards until I was laying down. He gently helped me get situated as my hands made quick work of ridding him of his tie.

"When he's ready to join, I'll do it." John confirmed. His hands slipped under my shirt and pushed it up slightly. I went to work on the buttons on John's shirt as he started to kiss along my neck. I stifled a moan as he sucked on my skin. "Oh now don't do that luv. You know how hard it makes me when I can hear you." My breathy chuckle turned into a moan when John gently bit down on my shoulder. "Oh there we are." I pushed John's shirt off as he changed paths and worked on my pants. Sitting up, I looked over my shoulder at Dean before peeling my shirt off. John's eyes widened slightly as I tossed my shirt in the corner. He licked his lips as I giggled.

"Nothing you haven't seen before Johnny." I teased as he crawled his way over me, having let my pants drop to the floor. My hands slipped to his belt buckle as his hips bucked. "Easy big boy." I warned as I slipped my hand into John's boxers as he worked to ride himself of his trousers. He moaned as his eyes fluttered closed, hips bucking with each pass of my hand over his cock.

"(Y/N), quit teasing." John said, trying to sound forceful but just sounding blissed out.

"Its called foreplay John." I teased as I let go of him to push his boxers off. "Maybe you should learn how to do it sometime." John scoffed as he pumped himself a few times.

"Ready luv?" He asked. I nodded, shooting Dean one last look before focusing on John. "Not too long now." John whispered as he eased into me. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My nails dug into his back as John bottomed out. "Fuck. Never gonna get used to that. You taking me so well."

"Me neither." I whimpered as John kissed my cheek. Dean groaned in the background as John started thrusting into me slowly. He kissed my neck as I moaned at the stretch. "Fuck John." I moaned as he set a pace. John smiled against my neck and I felt his hand move at my side.

"He's on his way over." John whispered as he lifted his head.

"Such a naughty show for such a pristine hunter." Dean mused as he unzipped his pants, belt discarded on the way over. "Didn't know you had it in you." I stared up at him. He had his hand down his pants and was stroking himself as he looked me over. "You on the other hand...Crowley has stories." Dean nodded at John who winked at him.

"Sounds like I give you a run for your money." He teased, watching as Dean pulled himself out and lined himself up with my mouth. I tilted my head back further after a nod from John. Dean slid into my mouth and I immediately started running my tongue along his length. Dean moaned as John raised an eyebrow, smirking at the bigger man. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, making Dean almost sag against the table my head was almost hanging off of. John chuckled. "But seems like they have us both beat."

"Oh fuck me." Dean moaned. John laughed as I continued to suck on Dean's cock. "Did you know how good they are at this?"

"Of course I do." John teased, watching as my face contorted as he angled his hips. "I would have thought you would have already known." I moaned around Dean's length as John brought me to my orgasm. He kept thrusting, chasing his climax. Dean gripped the table as his knees buckled. John ran a hand down my side as he came with a grunt. My eyes flicked down to his and he nodded, placing a hand on my chest as I continued to blow Dean.

"Oh shit." Dean moaned as he finally collapsed against the table, cumming in my mouth. He pulled out and fell to his knees. I groaned as I swallowed, gripping John's arm as I felt the demon take over. My eyes rolled back as I went slack.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te." John started, pressing against my chest as he hurried to get the demon out of me as quickly as possible. With his other hand, he made the sign of the cross and started repeating the exorcism as I started to shake.

"You have..." Dean looked up at John. "Prayer...We need..."

"I'm not letting no bloody angel touch them!" John roared. "Its your fault they're in this mess. They called me in to protect them and your sorry ass. I am going to protect them." His eyes rolled back as he changed tactics. With a gasp, my head fell back and a black cloud came out of my mouth. I panted as I turned my head against the cold table.

"John..." I murmured. John let his head fall to my chest as he sighed with relief. "Its over isn't it?" John lifted his head to look at me, eyes shining as he slowly pulled out and stood up. He offered me his hand to help me off the table.

"Its over." He confirmed, grabbing my clothes and helping me dress before doing the same. He kept a hand on me to keep me steady, shooting a glance at Dean still kneeling on the floor. "He's still got the mark but the demon is gone." I turned to look at Dean, moving around the table to run my fingers through his hair. Dean moved to rest his head against my leg as I did. John looked on wearily, draping his tie around his neck but not tying it.

"I'm sorry." Dean whispered, hugging my leg. I scratched his scalp and sighed.

"I know." I whispered back. "I'll get Sam and Cas back here. They'll keep an eye on you. We've got some unfinished business." I jerked my head back over to John. "Be thankful I could get in touch with him before things got much worse." Dean nodded, looking over at John with shining eyes.

"Consider it on your tab." John said, reaching for my hand. I took it and let him pull me away. "I will come collect one day."

"Come on John." I said as I led him out of the room. We went down the hall to my room. He sat on my bed as I called Sam to let him know it was done. They were about an hour from the bunker and would be back as soon as possible. Cas had somehow found out about a job while they were out. I rolled my eyes as I hung up. "They'll be back soon. On a hunt." John nodded and held his arm out. I climbed onto the bed next to him and let him pull me close. He kissed my temple as I wrapped an arm around his stomach. "I've over."

"Yeah." He murmured. "And you're safe." I nodded as I leaned my head against his. "It wouldn't budge for a moment. He wanted..."

"I know." I said. "You were fast enough. It didn't really take hold." I reached up and cupped his cheek. "You did it John Constantine." He closed his eyes as he leaned into my touch.

"Yeah." He whispered. I gently kissed him and tugged him down so we were laying on the bed. I reached down and grabbed the blanket, pulling it over us. "I'm just glad you're safe." I smiled softly at him.

Ray quirked a brow and sighed, thinking of the mayhem. “Things sure did get messy.”

“Did he hurt you?” John asked, his concern for you on show for a split second.

Clearing your throat, you folded your arms. “Not exactly.”

Not wanting to explain further, or lock eyes with the man, you started to distract yourself with the computer instead. You had hoped that he’d let it go, which Constantine did - until Ray opened his mouth.

“Kamadeva sent his ‘love dust’ into the vents during the night.” He confessed quickly, unable to stand the tension in the air. “Y/n had a dream about you.”

Well, this was the last time you were going to tell Ray anything.

“Did you now?” Constantine smirked now that knew the truth behind your behaviour. Putting two hands on the console, he leaned forward as he held his gaze. “And how was your experience with ‘dream me’?”

You looked up at him and scoffed almost instantly, “Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve had better.”

Lies.

“Oh, I very much doubt that, love.”

Reaching into his coat, Constantine pulled out a familiar glass jar in which a certain Goddess of Truth sat at its base.

Your eyes widened when you realised his intentions and all rational thoughts flew out the window. Leaping onto the console desk as he uncapped the lid, you lunged at the man with such force that you both ended up on the ground.

Despite having his body to cushion most of the blow, you felt your body ache a little while Constantine chuckled.

“Does this bring back any memories?” He teased. 

Your temptation to slap him in that moment was so intense that you had almost gone ahead with it had you not heard the chittering of the bug, now loose from its cage. 

Clamouring off the man, you stepped back as the roach scurried in your direction.

“Guys. I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Ray said only for the creature to divert and fly into his mouth, changing his statement entirely. “Quite frankly, you both need to kiss. Because this constant bickering and unresolved sexual tension is starting to get to bother me.”

His truth fell on deaf ears as you and Constantine began raising voices.

“Forget it!”

“Come on, Y/n there’s no harm in admitting it. Did you enjoy dreaming about me?”

You wanted to shout a denial but you forced yourself to stay silent. You couldn’t risk the bug entering your body and revealing the truth. So, you picked up the empty jar from the floor and turned to Ray.

Raising a hand in his direction. “Vi veri universum vivus vici.” Uttering the same spell that Constantine used a few days ago, you successfully extracted the creature, trapping it once more.

With Ray able to lie freely and the bug contained, you turned back to Constantine and shoved the jar into his chest hard. 

“Try that again and I’ll send you to Hell myself.”

Taking the item, Constantine smiled at you. “Would it help if I told you that I dream of you?” He asked. 

You were tired of his curiosity. It was only going to hurt you more to hold on to something that wasn’t possible. “Why should I even bother entertaining a response? You can’t tell the truth without some possessed bug.”

Ray, who was still present, tilted his head. “Do you?”

Constantine set the jar aside, his full attention now focused on you. 

“Almost every night.”

Maybe it was that the pair of you were still riding high and distracted from the fact that you were remarried. Maybe it was just plain bad luck. Either way, a run-of-the-mill evil hunt had spun completely out of control and led to John lying limp and bleeding in your arms with Zed flickering at the edge of consciousness next to you.

Across from you stood the culprit: a demon of middling power that managed to get its hands on a sword that rendered the wielder almost immortal. Nothing John threw at it landed (magical or physical), and any visions Zed managed to have only showed the lot of you dead at its feet.

“At last,” it was monologuing, “the great John Constantine will take his rightful place in the bowels of Hell.”

Zed was just blinking herself awake fully when she saw you stand. All she could do was watch in horror as flames--those same flames she’d seen in your mind so long ago--started writhing around her entire body. Inwardly, Zed wondered what the hell she’d been living with for the last few months. You’d displayed power, sure, but nothing like this.

Outwardly, the demon expressed a similar train of thought as you stormed towards it. Within moments, it found itself simply vaporized, sword or no sword, by the hellfire that seemed to be pouring from every part of you. Later, the lot of you would figure that the sword couldn’t protect from power that matches that of the wielder. Meaning a demon could still be killed by demonic power.

For now, though, the threat of the random demon had passed, but the threat of you was still fully present since you were showing no sign of calming down.

“John,” Zed called weakly, praying her friend was still awake enough to stop his wife.

“I know!” His voice sounded strangled, probably by the pain, but still he was already struggling to his feet. Leave it to John to keep pushing forward despite his injuries. The fire he was approaching was still concerning; Zed only hoped he knew what he was doing by just boldly walking towards her.

Meanwhile, John was almost too worried about you to feel the various injuries that littered his body. Almost. Every part of his face aching was still quite literally painfully present in his awareness. The rest, though, irrelevant as he carefully stepped into the swirling vortex of hellfire. Small blessings that he was immune to your main weapon of choice, he supposed.

“Luv, it’s over,” he tried to say, but his voice was drowned out by the crackling flame. Gritting his teeth, he reached out and took your hand in an attempt to get your attention. Your eyes were solid black when they landed on his. “I’m alright,” he said as loudly as he could manage. “Might not look it, but a couple days and I’ll be right as rain. You can stop now.”

This was what the pair of you had been afraid of when you first realized just how important the other was to you. Neither could ever be sure how they’d react to something happening to the other. It was the real reason for the divorce all those years ago, the hidden one below all the layers of lies.

“Relationship differences,” was the surface one you actually told people, the one that no one that knew you believed.

“Being with a demon-blooded human was a certain way to damn John’s soul,” the partial truth, the one no one had ever tried to look past to get to the real truth.

“The sight of the one you loved potentially dying was enough to send you flying off the handle potentially on a world-ending scale since one of you was part demon and the other was a powerful mage,” that was the truly terrifying one.

The fire calmed finally. The swirling slowed to a stop.

“John?” came your terrified voice. Ironic, considering that you were the only remaining threat.

“Who else?” he said with a tired smirk.

A tiny smile graced your features before your eyes rolled back in your head and you collapsed.

John merely waved off Zed’s scared yelp of your name as he knelt beside your prone form. You’d be fine; that fall wasn’t enough to really hurt you. Normally, he would have tried to catch you, but that dislocated shoulder and broken arm of his simply wouldn’t allow it. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he muttered while digging his phone out of his pocket with his good hand. “I’ll get Chas on his way.”

It was only once everyone was back in the car on the way home that Zed finally asked the question that had been burning her tongue since you first lost control. “What . . . just happened?”

John just shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

Which prompted Chas to ask, “It finally happen?”

“. . . Yeah . . .” He squeezed your still-limp hand.

“Was it her?”

“Yeah.”

Chas hesitated. “You’re not planning on leaving her again are you?”

“No,” John denied without hesitation. “Never. We’ll deal with whatever happens as it comes.”

“What happened?” You asked him while placing your book beside you. John turns around and slowly walks over to you. 

“A demon was terrorising an orphanage, feeding on the kids their fear. The headmaster of the orphanage made a deal with a demon. " 

"The demon would cure the headmaster’s cancer but he wanted something in exchange. He wanted the children their fear to feed on,” John said while removing his tie and tugging it away in his pocket. “So I send the demon to hell,”

“And the headmaster?” You ask while taking John’s hands into yours. “Handed him over to the mental hospital, nobody should treat children like that,” John replied before placing a kiss on your head.

“I’m glad your home Johnny,” You said smiling while John placed the kiss on the top your head. “Me too lass, me too,” John tells you as he lets go of your hands. He hugs you tightly.  

You slide one of your hands into his hair to play with it. You play with his hair until he lets go and places his forehead against yours.

“You know Lass, I wasn’t planning on loving you, but I’m happy that I did,” John spoke as he slides one of his thumbs over your slightly parted lips. 

Your mind tried to wrap itself around what John just told you. He just told you that he loved you, for the first time. 

“I love you too John Constantine,” You tell John before placing a soft kiss on his lips. The kiss the two of you shared was sweet, and you could feel him smiling against your lips. 

He wrapped your legs around him and in a smooth motion, he lifted you off the counter. You laughed and hugged him tightly as he walked over to your room. 

Once in your room, he let the two of you fall back onto the bed, and you quickly straddled him between your legs. John tried to lift himself off the bed to kiss you, but you wouldn’t let him. 

You ran your hand over his chest as the two of you locked eyes. Gently you pressed him back into the bed, and he smirked. 

You slowly lowered your head towards John’s neck, and he responded with running his hands over your back. When you placed the first kiss on his neck he bit his lip.

“Sensitive, John?” You smile while placing another kiss on his neck. He slides his hands over your back before he rests them on your hips. 

“Nah Luv, just extremely in the mood” He responds with a husky voice while pressing your core down against his growing erection.

Your core immediately warmed itself up as John held you pressed against him. You couldn’t help but to move your hips a little, as you placed another kiss on his neck. 

John let out a groan while you continued placing kisses in his neck. Slowly you kiss towards the top button of his button-up as your hands slide over his chest. 

You opened the first button of his shirt and placed a kiss on the now newly exposed skin. You did this with the first three buttons, and then John reconnected your lips with his. 

John’s hands slide towards your waist, as you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. The kiss heated, and John turned the two of you around. He took his shirt off and then locked eyes with you. 

“I’m the luckiest bastard ever,” He said out loud while taking off his tie and throwing it at you. You laughed and rolled your eyes at the brit in front of you.“Shut up and kiss me, Johnny,” You smile at him and in no time your lips were connected with his. 

John opened your legs and placed his body against yours. Causing you to moan against John’s lips. “Sensitive, Luv?” John mumbled against your lips while kissing. 

You grabbed one of his hands, and you placed it against your covered hot core “Nah babe, just extremely in the mood,” You respond to him before kissing him.

John smirked against your lips while he lifted your shirt a little, hinting you to remove it.  You removed your shirt, and when your hands were still above your head John smoothly tied them together. With the tie, he just threw at your head. 

After tying your hands together, John slowly studied your body as you laid there in front of him. You softly bit your lower lip while you turn your head to the side. 

John slowly trailed his fingers over your chest, and trough your hair while he looked at you. He had noticed that you had turned your head to the side, so he placed a kiss in the crook of your neck, which caused you to let out a small gasp. 

John continued with placing small kisses on your neck as he slides a hand under your back. He slowly trailed his fingers over your back before he opened your bra. When John found your sweet spot, he started teasing the spot by sucking it softly. 

“John” You whisper as you feel yourself getting wetter. He presses himself against your core as he unbuckles your bra straps. “Please Luv, you know what to call me,” John whispers into your ear as he throws your bra away. 

He slowly places his kisses around your breast, and when he finally connects his lips with your nipple, you let out a small moan. He grunts a little as he starts sucking and massaging your breasts. 

“Johnny” you moan out as he presses his body against your clit. You needed more of John, so you bring your arms down to run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. John looked up at you and hummed at the sight he saw. 

Your eyes were shut closed, and you were rolling your body against him. Your lips were wet and slightly parted as you moaned out his name. Your hands were softly pulling on his hair, which was your way of saying how badly you needed him.

He lifted himself towards you while he placed your hands back above your head. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, as John slowly slides a hand into your shorts. You bit your lip while John slides his hand deeper into your shorts. 

He quickly finds your clit, and you gasped when he did. John just smirked at you while he held your hands above your head. He placed his thumb on your clit, and the rest of his fingers travelled towards your folds.

He slides his fingers between your wet folds, and you bite your lip while closing your eyes and throwing your head back into the mattress. John rubbed your clit while he circled his fingers around your entrance. “Johnny please” you moan out, the teasing causing your body to shake against John’s hand.

“Your all ready for Johnny, aren’t you Lass,” John asks while removing his hand from your shorts. You nod as John pulls your shorts and thong down. After he removed your clothing he stood up and kicked off his shoes while unbuckling his belt. You scanned his body while he removed his pants and boxer. 

While stroking himself, he climbed back onto the bed. “I think my bird likes the view” John jokes when he caught you staring. “You know I do”  You respond while opening your legs a little. John bents over to kiss you and positioning himself between your legs.