A Magician's Gift

First Time

(Sorry for the delay of chapters (again might I add) but hey, I got almost five and a half hours on this bitch. You want more writing, re-read this shit or my other like eight stories until I find writing juice)

I grabbed his back and pushed him closer to me. He lead us to his room, not breaking contact. He opened the door and shut it behind him, letting the both of us fall to his bed, with him on top of me.

"God, if you weren't a celebrity, you know damn well how much I would be over you in public," he whispered before pressing his lips to mine again. 

"Yeah. God knows how often we'd be caught if I didn't have to worry about my goddamn reputation or getting exposed by Leslie goddamn Willis," I ranted.

"This is where I damn her soul to Hell, isn't it?"

"Yes, but, worry about that later... focus on the present right now," I mumbled, pulling him down again. He pulled away for a second, pulling my skirt off. "Going in a different order now, are we?" I asked, flipping us so I was on top of him, moving my lips to his neck.

"Maybe," he responded, kissing my cheek, running his hand through my hair. He smirked, unbuttoning my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. "Are you ready to go all the way, Luv?"

"Beyond, John." He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and started to kiss me. Harsh and wildly. "It's your turn, handsome." I pulled his shirt off, his tie going along with it, caching sight of his scarred chest. His scarred, perfect chest. The Latin, Greek, and Chinese spells scattered across his chest lodged in between the burns and scars.

"Are you ready, Luv?" He asked. I pulled his pants down, and slid his boxers down after, much slower. Jesus, Lord. How hard do I get this guy? I've felt his tip before, but, I had no idea he got this hard.

"Y'wanna stop gawking at the thing and actually do something with it, Luv?" I heard from above me. I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and fuck me, Constantine."

"Aw, that horny already, Princess?" I didn't look up, as I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'll say that again: shut up and fuck me."

"You know how this works, Zee?"

"Right. Noitcetorp reirrab," I chanted, closing my eyes for a second. I looked up at John again. "Go the hell ahead." (Protection barrier)

"You asked for it, Zatanna," he told me, giving me that signature smirk of his. He slipped my panties off, slamming me against his door. "I'm gonna go in now, is that okay, Zee?" I hummed a noise of approval. He slowly entered me. I felt my tight walls surround and entrap his long, hard, member. It hurt at first, but, it felt so goddamn good... I let out a moan, and he quickly shut me up. He put his lips to mine, kissing me wildly, preventing me from making another sound as he slowly thrusted deeper and deeper into me, leaving me completely at his mercy. "Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my... oh, my, God..." I moaned while he went behind my back, unclasping my bra and throwing it off to the side. "You got a heavy chest there, Luv," he told me, looking down briefly. He pulled his member out completely before going in again after another warning. I now get why Sara wants to continue things with Snart, if he's even half as good as John at this. I can definitely see the appeal of this.

"You're gorgeous, you know that, Luv?"

"No more than you, Constantine."

"Mind if I speed the pace up a tad bit, Zee?" I cut him off by kissing his lips, sliding my tongue into his mouth, thrusting it into the depths of his mouth, finding his own, twisting and fighting it for dominance. "And that's a yes, Constantine," I whispered. My hands on his bare back, I felt the shiver go down his body. "You asked for it, Luv," he said before starting to go in and out, pulling out fast and going in hard, drunk off lust. I moaned and moaned against the door as he pounded and slammed into me. I didn't even care that it hurt. I locked the door, realizing that it wasn't. It didn't matter if Chas was home or not, he was gonna come home eventually, and I do not want to be caught like the last few times.