John Constantine x reader

Demonology: 101

Thanks once again to the amazing MariahM121

College just the place John wanted to be, surrounded by teenagers. But at the end of the day he had a job to do. Reports of a demon being seen on campus, could have been a hoax you know students pulling pranks on each other. But once students started disappearing he knew this was serious.

Stay focused he thought walking past the women in short skirts and there breasts practically falling out there tops. but the men were also enticing wearing tight trousers and shirts with a few buttons undone. Christ man focus! Wondering the halls like a lost sheep. The lady who called never left a name just a room the demon was sighted.

At last said room was found, walking in he felt a presence but wasn't sure what it was. He purposely left the door open as an escape route, the door that was now slammed shut. He jumped turning around fast "Well your late" a woman sassed who stood in front of the door, her arms folded across her chest. John couldn't help but look her up and down, the black pencil skirt hugging her hips, the wine red shirt unbuttoned to show the start of her cleavage.

He mentally slapped himself to once again focus "Sorry, do I know you lass?" He questioned with a brow raised "Not yet but I'd like to" you flirted, swaying your hips as you moved towards him. "Kinda busy at the moment" he snapped a little more harshly than he wanted to, walking round the room. His fingers running across the top of the sticky desks, "Thought you'd want my help" you purred placing your hand on top of his, making him stop and pull all of his attention to you. "I don't need you getting in my way" he explained pulling his hand away.

He had ready lost too many people, mainly people he cared about. You sat down on the desk and swung your legs over to be on the same side as John. Crossing one leg over the other slightly pulling your skirt down, it wasn't exactly the most modest piece of clothing you'd ever worn. "Oh I thought because I'd seen it and was the one who called you, that I might be useful" you pouted with big puppy dog eyes, that cheeky twinkle in your eyes. "Well I guess you could be useful, anyway how am I late?" John gave in trying to get you to leave and questioned what you said about ten minutes ago.

You smiled "Your voice mail said response in forty eight hours, it's been seventy two" that smile turned in to smirk. You loved being right. He sighed knowing he should have changed it but in true John style he had forgotten. "Looked like something out of a horror movie, it's skin all rotting. It was stood over a student covered in blood" you recalled the scene you had walked in on. "I closed the door and when I reopened it, everything was gone. Not even a drop of blood to be seen" you pointed over to where you saw this thing. right at the front of the room.

John walked over to the spot, crouching down to feel the carpet, leaving you sat on the desk. "So your a teacher?" He questioned trying to take your mind off what ever the hell you had witnessed. "Student actually, third year drama" you smiled swinging your legs backwards and forwards innocently. "You don't dress like a student. It's all mini skirts and tight jeans by the looks of things" he commented looking up at the wall behind him. "Show rehearsal, I'm playing the sweet but seductive receptionist" you spoke, striking a sweet but sexy pose on the desk. "Well youve got the sexy and seductive part down" he flirted in a typical John way,
"I try, so what was the ugly mother fucker I saw?" You questioned and he stood up to touch said wall he was looking at.

"Definitely a demon but what I'm not sure till I see it" he sighed, John knew what this meant he was going to have to stay. Great just what he wanted. He looked back over to you and thought of a way he could make this bearable."Well, I best stick around till this ugly bugger shows up again" he spoke swaggering back over to you, you watched as he moved, unconsciously biting your bottom lip. "You can take my floor, or my bed" you smirked hoping he would get your hint. "Why do I get the feeling this isn't the first time you've smuggled someone to your room?" He chuckled as you stood from the desk, walking back to the same door your closed ages ago. "Because it isn't" you winked leaving the room and leading the way to your dorm