John Constantine x reader

What happens in vegas....

Your head pounded as your eyes fluttered open, what happened to 'I'll just have the one' you thought. Opening your eyes to stare at your left hand, what the fuck? Why was you wearing an engagement ring? You couldn't remember doing it yourself to ward off any unwanted attention. Who was you kidding you couldn't remember anything from last night.

You went to move but the rattling of metal stopped you, why the hell was you wearing a handcuff on your right wrist? You realised it was attached to something, no someone. Oh hell no....

He looked angry even tho he was asleep, you wasn't sure how to wake him without making him freak out. You ran your fingers through this dirty blonde hair, a soft moan coming from him. He gazed into your eyes before smirking "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right luv?" He winked oblivious to the situation or what even happened.

"I'd kinda like to know why I'm cuffed to you" you questioned, he looked confused raising a brow. You lifted your arm to show him, "and I'm guessing you don't have the key" you sighed defeated. How was you going to explain this? Oh hi I woke up next to this guy I've never met, think you could help get these cuffs off?

The mystery man started laughing, of course he did. "Well this is a new one, I like a kinky bird" he explained, reaching over to the night stand to pick up a packet of cigarettes. He opened the box single handedly offering you one. You politely but silently declined. "Sick of your fiancé already?" He questioned taking a long drag of the silk cut "sick of your wife?" You asked back, noticing the silver band on his finger.

That smug look drained off his face instantly. He wasn't married, oh bloody hell. You scanned the room looking for your phone, your friends hopefully should remember at least something. Reaching down to the floor your pickup your phone that has a nice crack in it, fuck. Multiple texts filled the screen but one grabbed your attention.

'Enjoy tonight Mrs. Constantine ;)' it's true your married, to a man you don't even know. How drunk were you?!. "You alright luv? Look like you've seen a ghost" he chuckled turning on his side to face you. "Apparently I'm now Mrs. Constantine. I don't even know anyone by that name" you explained trying to let it sink in with out freaking out. "Wow waking up handcuffed to me wife and not remembering anything. Could be worse" he thought out loud.

Of course it's him you married, was you that desperate to be with someone? Well I mean he's easy on the eyes but you don't know him. "Look luv, I know it's a shock but. I'd like to get to know you before we decide anything" he spoke softy, brushing the hair off your face. I mean it wouldn't hurt getting to know this guy.

Your parents are going to kill you for it but he might be worth it. "I'd like that" you smiled,
You both went to get out of the bed via your own sides, the chain holding the cuffs together straightening to there maximum. Pulling you both back on to the bed with a thud. The force rolling you over on top of him, a soft pink blush running over your cheeks

"I could get use to this" he purred in your ear, gripping on to your waist. "Can I know your name first before you manhandle me any more?" You asked with a cheeky smile, placing your hands on his chest trying to create some distance between you. That smirk returned to his face, he must like pushing his luck, "Of course (y/n), I'm John" he introduced himself.

Wait what?! How did he know your name? Or does he remember a little more than he's letting on? "How did you?" You questioned "marriage papers" he replied, his gaze moving to the papers next to his cigarettes. You rolled your eyes, tearing yourself out of his grip. But once again you forgot about your tethering.

As fast as you stood up you was back on his chest, you let out a sigh. Now what? You thought to your self, you heard John mumbling something to himself. You felt the grip on your wrist loosen followed by a clank. You lifted your arm to see the cuff was gone. "Why didn't you do that earlier!" You shouted slapping him across his chest, "I was enjoying the view" John flirted placing a light grip on your hip.

Good thing he's good looking to make up for his cheek