John Constantine x reader

Not going according to plan

Okay find the girl, get back to hers, have a shag and get out.
That was the plan, it sounded oh so simple to retrieve an ancient piece of jewellery he needed to find before it fell into the wrong hands. Problem number one it belong to a woman who he had planned to seduce and leave in the middle of the night with the necklace.

Lucky for John she was already out clubbing and by the looks of it drunk. Problem number two he stuck out like a cactus in the desert. Everyone around him was either wearing something short you could almost see there arse or that tight it didn't leave much for the imagination. That was you included, out celebrating your recent engagement. Your (f/c) dress just coving your rear end if your fiancé could keep his hands off you, you'd only been out for a hour with your group of friends and he was already smashed. Groping you at every chance he got and he didn't care who saw.

And there was problem number three for John, you was spoken for. "Now how the bloody hell am I going to get that bloody thing?" He asked himself sipping on the glass of scotch he had order an hour ago. This wasn't like him at all but he was waiting for the moment to swoop in and make his move. With one firm squeeze of your arse, your fiancé followed his mates outside passing around a packet of silk cut cigarettes. Now was his chance to take a move and probably get slapped, but non the less this was his only plan.

You took the chance to pull your dress down to get keep what ever modesty you had left. You felt someone brush up against your arm and couldn't help but look. Christ this guy looked like he was lost in his trench coat and loosened tie. "May I say you look bloody gorgeous lass" the man smiled with a cheeky wink, you couldn't help but blush. Wait why was you blushing you didn't even know this guy "how about you and I go some place that's a-little more quiet?" He asked as he snaked his free hand around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You let out a chuckle as you pealed his hand off your waist "Obviously you must have some sort of vision impairment" you sassed turning to face him, your (h/c) hair falling over your shoulder. "Nah I can see a beautiful lass when I see one" he once again winked, drinking what was left in his glass in one fluid motion. " but you can't see this great big fuck off rock on my finger" you explained lifting you hand in front of his face. Shit this woman was seriously loyal to her man, maybe I should have got lucifer to come get her he thought to himself.

The pure diamond sparkled in the lights that flashed round them. "Shame your not a pure as that diamond eh lass?" He chuckled to himself "still I love a woman who has experience" he once again tried to pull you close to him but this time in to a kiss. He didn't care who saw you or that he could be waking up in a hospital be if your fiancé saw. He just needed that necklace and quick. A necklace you wasn't wearing, as soon as John noticed his stomached dropped. God was he up shit creek with no paddles.

You was fed up of this guy not understanding that the word no meant "If you don't watch it I'll rearrange that smug face of yours" you threatened, praying to god he would either leave or your fella would soon return to your rescue. John just had to keep going, he knew you had what he wanted "I love it when your angry, makes you look even sexier" he flirted planting his hand down on your arse with a satisfying smack, but what you did next took him by completed surprise. Landing a punch straight on his nose, knocking him back a few steps "Touch me again and see where it gets you" you almost growled shaking your hand from the hard impact.

Picking up your purse from the bar and walking away without drawing anymore attention to your self. "Fuck your one sexy bitch" John stated holding on to his most probably broken nose "oi!, glass of Scotch mate" he shouted at the bar tender, I've got to think of another bloody plan now