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You were in hell…
Ok, so you’d been in Crowley’s private hell for a week, but you currently found yourself deep both the literal and metaphorical meaning of hell. Due to the politics of demons and what have you, you’d been tasked to stay with Crowley whilst the Winchesters covered a case and you acted as both prison guard and insurance.
Now, it wasn’t the company that made your stay torture… It was your damned attraction to the demon that made it harder for you to stay in the not so little piece of brimstone Crowley called home. A fact your two hunter partners didn’t know about, ‘cause if they did there’d be no way in hell they’d let you stay in… Well, hell.
Of course, you weren’t some damned succubus. You could keep your libido under control until you had enough privacy to indulge in your attraction by yourself. Yet, that’s where the metaphorical part of your stay in hell came in. Namely, privacy, you had none.
It had been 7 days, well 7 days, 12 hours and 15 minutes, but who was counting? Either way, you’d been there for over a week and you were starting to get a bit antsy. Demon hearing would make even Superman jealous, which meant your “me-time” was basically non-existent. Unless you wanted to give the black eyed bastards the privilege a free show, which, you could do without.
It of course didn’t help things that you were almost always around a certain King of Hell. Constantly seeing that more commanding side of him that always fueled your dirty thoughts and fantasies made your current situation pretty much feel like torture.
Hell, you weren’t even free to entertain those fantasies of being on your knees in service of your king in the privacy of the bedroom that Crowley had provided you with. Since Crowley always kept guards posted. Though if the guards were there for your safety or the safety of his demon followers, you didn’t know. You had a bit of a reputation in hell after all. It came with the job and you were damned good at your job.
Sure, you’d been denied your basic human right of shamelessly constructing dirty scenarios in your mind on hunts before, but after a week, fuck you were just about ready to burst. It was getting hard to focus on anything the damned sexy demon said. No, instead you were only fully focused on those full lips, imagining how they’d feel against your skin or taste against your tongue.
Which was why you were currently standing, arms folded and showing off your tried and tested badass hunter chick pose, in front of Crowley’s throne, ignoring the whispers of the demons around you.
“Stop it with the guards already, I won’t kill any of your lackeys if that’s what you’re worried about,” You said, voice loud to reach above the murmur in the room. Ignoring the lackeys, you kept your eyes on the former crossroads demon where he was seated lounging lazily in his throne. Fuck, even just sitting there Crowley made your imagination start to supply your mind with a steady stream of throne sex and royal commands. You were a mess and you needed your release.
“It’s not for their safety (Y/N), it’s for yours,” Crowley gave you one of his trademark smirks as he leaned forward in his throne, seemingly curious of your sudden demand for privacy. “If it’s those specific guards that bother you…”
“No Crowley, I just don’t need any damned guards. I can take care of myself,” You said, keeping clear of the unspoken ‘why’ behind his words. You couldn’t very well tell him in front of his hellish minions that you wanted some semblance of privacy so as to safely fuck their king in your mind whilst pretending that the fingers on your body were his instead of your own.
Actually, even if the other demons weren’t there, there was no way you were telling Crowley how you felt about him. You were after all, just a business partner in his eyes.
“Very well darling, no more guards,” Crowley said, his tone was light, but in those deep dark eyes you could see the curiosity and suspicion hidden behind his words. Your roundabout answer hadn’t fully fooled him, but damn you couldn’t make yourself care as long as you got some much needed privacy.
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That evening, as you lounged on your bed, happy in the knowledge of the guards being somewhere doing whatever guards did when not, well, guarding. Shedding the layers of clothes covering your already quickly heating skin and letting them drop to the floor, you crawled into the bed. The anticipation of finally having some time to yourself had your mind working double time as you let your teeth graze your bottom lip whilst you slid into bed. Laying down on the surprisingly comfortable mattress you closed your eyes, ready to take full advantage of your newfound private space.
Letting your fingers slide against the curve of your exposed neck you followed the shape of your body with only your fingertips. Reliving the moments in Crowley’s presence as your fingers roamed your body under the sheets. You took your time, pretending the feather-light touches were his. The light touch of your thumb against your already hardening nipple turned into the demon’s tongue in your imagination as you let yourself float into your fantasy now that you didn’t have to worry about any demons listening in.
Trailing your hands further down you swallowed hard. Reining in your own impatience as you let your fingers paint lazy figure eights on your bare thighs and stomach. Forcing yourself to take it slow, to enjoy it. Something you normally never got in the fast paced lifestyle of the bunker.
Pushing your head into your pillow and rolling your hips up into the air you bit your lip as you finally let your finger slide across your already slick slit. Lightly circling your clit before you curled a finger inside yourself against that magic spot. Moving your hips instead, you closed your eyes and pictured Crowley’s body against you, his hands in your hair or painting light bruises against your hips as he marked you as his. Creating a steady rhythm you let your daydreams take over the darkened room, teasing whimpers and moans out of you now that you knew the breathy sighs would only stay between you and the four walls of the room.
Lost in your own lust you almost missed the knock on your door as your fingers stilled and eyes widened. The three quick raps of knuckles against wood, easily snapping you out of your own dirty mind and back into reality as you pulled your hand away and tugged on the covers you’d pushed down at some point. Fuck.
You’d been so deep into your own fantasy world you didn’t even know if the person on the other side of the door had been able to hear you. Had you whispered Crowley’s name? Had you been vocal enough to be heard? Damn it, you were screwed, and unfortunately it was in a completely different way than what you’d planned that evening.
You didn’t even know who was waiting on the other side of the fucking door. Maybe the guards had decided to go against your wishes and show up at your door after all. Shit, it could be Crowley himself. Though honestly you hoped it was the former rather than the latter. At least if it was one of the glorified guard dogs, you could just exorcise his already damned ass to make him keep his mouth shut.
“Who is it?” Finding your voice again you tried to disguise the small shake in your breathless words as you kept a firm grip of the linen sheet covering you. The deep voice, with its British lilt, sending a flow of smooth tingles up and down your spine, even in your current state of panicked shock.
“Open up darling,” Crowley’s voice, soft and deep like dark chocolate called out through the door in lieu of actually answering your question. His voice was muffled by the thick wooden door, yet you could still hear something different, fiercer and more desperate, in his tone. “Normally I don’t even knock in my own kingdom, don’t leave me waiting outside your door,”
There it was again. That damned sexy hint of a demand that rolled of his lips like a good whiskey and sent shots of heat through your body, making the stubborn hunter in you want to let go of your need for control and let him take over. Pushing down your own fantasies you mentally shook your head to clear away the dirtiest thoughts before jumping out of bed and quickly pulling on an over-sized t-shirt.
You knew to act fast when Crowley asked, he wasn’t one to patiently wait. Patience was, after all, a virtue. Virtues didn’t always sit right with the ruler of hell. No, as per the job description, he was more a fan of the sins, vices, and little devil’s on people’s shoulders. No matter how much he despised the actual man in the cage.
Opting to not waste any more time and keep the impatient ruler waiting you padded barefoot over to the door wearing nothing but the over-sized band t-shirt against your still heated skin. Positioning yourself behind the door you quickly unlocked it and slid it open just enough to see Crowley’s dark eyes before the demon nudged slightly at the door until it opened further. Strolling in like he fucking owned the place, which in all fairness he did.
Taking a few steps into the room Crowley turned to face you as you shut the door. His lips parted in what was probably supposed to be some witty comment. Yet, as his eyes fell on you, covered only in the big t-shirt with a telltale blush still painting your cheeks and neck a pale red, he stayed silent.
His dark eyes darkening even further if such a thing was even possible as they dipped low and followed the curves of your legs up to the hem of the t-shirt. You took a sharp, deep breath to keep the needy whimper that threatened to spill from you in as you took note of the barely veiled need that burned in his eyes.
Wetting your lips, you swallowed before straightening, pretending you were dressed in armour instead of just the thin cotton t-shirt as you fully turned to face the demon. Venting your frustrations at your interrupted alone time through your sharp tone, you crossed your arms and stared down the king in front of you, pretending you didn’t see the lust in his eyes as they kept travelling the length of your body.
“What are you doing here Crowley?” Cursing the breathless way the question left you, you still kept your head high.
“With today’s little display it seemed like you were up to something, so I thought I’d drop by and make sure our little house guest was behaving,” Crowley’s answer to your question arrived a second too late as the demon let his tongue slide across his bottom lip, still taking in all of you in front of him.
The little non-verbal action sent new bursts of heat through your body and into your core. Only adding to the wetness between your legs as you stood a little straighter, pushing your legs together and trying not to verbally react to the damned ecstasy that was the crossroads demon in front of you. Damn it, every small move the man made was enough to get you drunk.
“Well… Now you see I’m not up to anything, so….” Your voice shook a little as you responded, but you couldn’t make yourself care. You just needed to get Crowley out of your room. You’d been so close and you just wanted him to leave so that you could reach that peak again.
Fuck your body was so heated and sensitive that even his eyes on you threatened to tease moaned whimpers out of you. Turning halfway towards the door to hide what his presence did to you, you pointed toward the exit. Gesturing to the still open wooden door in a feeble attempt to make the king leave the part of his domain he’d let you stay in.
“Well, maybe not right now, but before I arrived… What were you up to then darling? Why the sudden need for privacy?” The slow, sexy way the words dripped from Crowley and laced the air around you with electric sparks made it seem like he had some idea of why, but still, there was no way in hell you’d tell him. Not if you wanted to keep walking that thin line between professionality and recklessness.
“None of your damn business Crowley,” You’d meant for the words to be a sharp slap in his direction, but instead they came out weak as you felt the man take a step towards you. Taking a step back you kept your eyes off of his. Yet, you could still feel the way his eyes drank in the sight of you making you fight for every new breath as he stalked towards you until you were pushed up against the door, closing it with your back against the cool wood.
“Oh but darling, it is, you see, on my walk over here I thought I hear my name slip from your lips like a honey sweet sigh,” Crowley’s voice dipped lower, no more than a whisper as he stepped forward, his arms going up to trap you between the wooden door and his body. “So, tell me right now that I misheard, that it wasn’t a moan that left you but a curse, and I’ll walk away,”
You opened your mouth to lie, to tell the man in front of you his demon hearing had failed him, but as you looked up from his suit covered chest and met his eyes your words died on your lips. There was something almost vulnerable in those eyes, behind the obvious lust that was punctuated by the heavy breaths from the demon. Biting your lip, you shut your mouth again. Crowley almost seemed to be begging you to tell him he’d heard right. His eyes held a softness you’d never seen in the ruler of hell before.
The hands splayed flat against the wood suddenly seemed less like a way of trapping you in place and more like it was the only way the demon could hold himself back. No, you couldn’t lie. Not to him. Not when his eyes were nearly worshiping the curve of your neck and the shape of your lips. You shouldn’t, you knew you shouldn’t, but hell you wanted to. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to take over control and lift the burdens off of your shoulders.
Saying to hell with the consequences you kept your body still, only shaking your head, unable to speak through the rush of emotions that lit your body on fire as you watched him. Yet, Crowley stayed still, needing more than a shake that could be interpreted in a multitude of ways before acting on what you both felt in the air between the two of you.
“It wasn’t a curse,” The whispered words had barely left you before Crowley’s hands moved from the door. One arm easily circling your waist and pulling you closer as the other combed through your (Y/H/C) hair, lightly tugging your head back before his lips crashed against yours in a hard desperate kiss.
Letting go of all thoughts of what tomorrow would bring you wrapped your arms around your king’s neck and leaned into him. Your lips turning soft and pliable against his hard kiss as his teeth grazed your bottom lip, urging you to part them and let him in. Complying readily you parted your lips around a small gasp that was easily swallowed by Crowley’s greedy mouth.
He tasted like spices and lust, with an underlying sweetness that made your mind drift to the forbidden fruit. Letting him deepen the kiss you drowned in the scent of him, the hint of cologne that barely covered that woody, deep smell of something feral that brought out the wildness in you as your hands copied his, tugging at the short strands of brown hair between your fingers.
Whilst his tongue explored your mouth and tasted the needy sighs that stained your lips, swallowing them whole, his hands roamed across your t-shirt clad body. Keeping you flush against him as he moved from your hair and down to your slender neck, his fingers following its curve down to your collarbone before lightly circling your throat with fingers resting against your jaw, angling you up and into the kiss.
“Crowley,” His name left you as a gasped prayer once his lips left yours. His hand steadying your head and keeping your damp lips slightly parted as he looked down at you. His eyes were dark, the pupils dilated in lust almost overtaking the nut-brown colour completely as they burned into your (Y/E/C) ones.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this very moment darling,” Crowley’s voice was deep and dark as he near growled the words, scraping the traces of the taste of your kiss off of his lips with his teeth to taste you once more even as he kept his lips only inches from yours. “Having those big beautiful eyes looking up at me like that. Pleading and begging, like the good girl I know you are,”
The slightly dominant tone in the fervent whispered words teased moans out of you as your hips moved against him without any urging of your own. The undulating movement of your hips against his teasing an impatient groan from the man before he brought the hand circling your waist down to grasp at your hips. His hold hard enough to keep you still, yet not hard enough to bruise.
“Patience pet, I’ve wanted this for far too long to rush it,” The small smirk he gave in return of your whimpered complaint only brought a further ache to your core, begging for release. Yet, instead of further complaining or begging, you gave a small nod, the only type you could give with his hand lightly around your throat and jaw. “Good… Are you going to be good for me love?” The whispered words were sweet and filled with praise as his other hand kneaded against the cotton material of your t-shirt.
“Yes, I’ll be good,” Your words were more a breath than actual words as Crowley’s fingers traveled further down, softly sliding along the hem of your t-shirt with a pleased hum as you stayed still for him.
“Good girl, now before we go any further… I want you to be mine, (Y/N). One hundred percent mine. If that is not something you want…” Crowley’s voice sounded hoarse as he kept his eyes on you, looking for any sign of dissent in your lust blown pupils. “I’m not a sweet lover, I’m demanding, but I would never do anything you don’t want,”
His words only lit further fires along your nerves, making your body heat up where his fingers were painting shapes against your bare thigh. Fuck you wanted him. You wanted to be his. To let go and not have to always think about the consequences. You’d never wanted anything more than you wanted just that.
“I’m yours,” You whispered. Swallowing audibly as you tried to keep your eyes on his, though the soft strokes of fingers against your bare thigh made you want to close them. Opening your mouth you hesitated for a short second around the words you wanted to say. Maybe he would find them silly, maybe it wasn’t what he meant. But you still wanted to say them. The words you’d never managed to speak out loud with any of your former lovers. The name you’d called the man in front of you in your mind over and over. “I’m all yours sir,”
Crowley rewarded your audible sign of giving up control with a low growl before his lips were on yours again, his body pushing you hard against the door as he stole your breath away with a deep, hard kiss. Letting his head drop to your neck and removing his hand from your throat, his mouth easily followed the line of your collar bone. Leaving a trail of small kisses as his scruff burned against your soft skin up to the sensitive spot right below your ear.
“Fuck darling, you don’t know what that does to me,” Crowley’s hot breath was damp against your throat as he spoke the words between small bites placed against the curve of your neck. “When others say it, it just sounds like platitudes. But, when it comes from you it sounds like salvation,”
“Crowley, please,” You whimpered as your head dropped onto his shoulder, dizzy from the attention he was languishing against your sensitive skin.
“Please what, pet?” Crowley mumbled against your neck his hands sliding up your sides, making the t-shirt travel up along with it as you bit your lip to keep from crying out and begging him.
“Please sir, I can’t…” You whispered, closing your eyes and breathing in the warm heavy scent of him as you tried to keep your legs from turning to liquid beneath you. The heavy knot in your core had you rubbing your thighs together seeking some kind of release as you tried to keep from crumbling to the floor against the door.
“Oh, pet I’m far from done with you, but very well,” Your king chuckled before easily moving his hands down and around to grab at your bare ass and lift you, leaving you to wrap your legs around his waist. Growling he pushed his cock, straining against the material of his pants, against your soaking wet folds. Teasing a gasped moan from you as you bucked against him before his lips covered yours and he swallowed your moans as he carried you across the room to your bed.
Placing you gently down at the edge of the mattress Crowley sank to his knees in front of you, tearing at his tie until the silk slipped from his fingers and onto the floor. Looking down at him between your shaking legs you bit down on your lip hard to keep from moving into his lap, your hands fisting against the linen bedsheet as you watched him. A demon worshipping at the shrine that was your love and passion.
Reading your pleading from your half closed eyes Crowley smirked as he lazily reached up to unbutton two buttons of his shirt whilst his other hand slid along the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, leaving a path of burning skin in its wake as he tapped his fingers against your knee, asking you to part your legs more for him. Eagerly, you complied with his silent request, parting your legs further and feeling your t-shirt slide up from the action.
“I want you struggling to breathe darling. I want your mind blank except for my name by the time I’m done with you. If it becomes too much, just tell me, and I’ll stop,” Crowley’s tone still held onto the lust and passion, but behind it you heard truth and sincerity as he licked his lips waiting for your small nod before he let his head dip against your thigh. His words warmed your heart and made you feel safe as you let your head fall backwards languishing in the feel of his tongue against your thigh as you struggled to keep your hips still.
Scraping his teeth against the inside of one thigh, Crowley let his fingers dig into the flesh of the other as he kept you still for him. Taking his time tasting your heated flesh without letting fingers nor tongue roam in the direction of where you really wanted him. His lazy kisses against your skin teasing needy wordless pleas from you as he held you in place and kept you from sinking further off the bed to feel his breath against your over-sensitive clit.
“Patience,” Crowley hummed against your skin, the small breathy chuckle sending shocks through your system as the warm breath from his silent laugh ghosted over your centre. You tried to form words, but you were left breathless, head back as your eyes remained closed and you gasped for breath in the hot room. You wanted to swear, to tell him to screw the patience, but you didn’t have the voice to do so.
Yet, as what little voice you had left started forming a prayer to the king of hell he stole the words away with a lazy sweep of his tongue against your slit. His tongue flattening as it lapped against your clit in big hard strokes before sucking gently at it.
“Hell. darling, you taste so sweet, so good,” His murmured words vibrated against your clit, sending further bursts of electricity through you as his tongue traveled down, pushing into you and tasting more as you forced your hips to stay still against the bed. “So good, like fine wine,” He sighed contently as his finger replaced his tongue and curled against your g-spot making your hips buck against it before his hand tightened around your hip reminding you to stay still.
“Crowley, sir… I’m,” You gasped the words, feeling your release rushing through you, your fingers tearing at the linen between them. Yet, before you could let yourself fall into the bright shower of sparks, Crowley pulled away with a small smile. Reaching up his hands slid over your breasts and cupped them before continuing up to pull your head down towards his. His trademark smirk only widened as you whined from the loss of your peak. Keeping his body between your legs Crowley kept you from rubbing your thighs together for some sorely needed friction as he spoke.
“I’m not going to let you come that easily darling, no, I told you didn’t I? I want you begging,” Crowley said as his hands dropped from your neck, palming at your breasts through your t-shirt before he reached for the hem, pulling at the cotton material and easily peeling it off your hot skin, providing you with the much needed kiss of air against your flushed chest.
You bit your lip to keep from answering back. To keep from letting the hunter in you shoot back that you were already begging as you just nodded meekly. Your head falling against the top of his as his mouth reached out and covered one hardened nipple whilst his hand rolled the other between deft fingers, keeping your body sensitive, yet away from the much needed peak of release.
“Good girl, so good for me,” He murmured against your chest before trailing kisses up against your heaving breast and stealing your breath away with a kiss that let you taste yourself mingled with the spicy taste of him, off his tongue. “Mine,” He murmured against your lips, the words like a ghost of a kiss as you answered in kind.
“Yours,” The word barely left you before Crowley sank back to his knees, not teasing you this time but instead picking up exactly where he left off as his mouth sucked at your clit whilst his finger slid back into you, easily followed by a second digit as you gasped and rolled your hips against his mouth and fingers, repeating your single syllable promise like a sighed prayer. “Yours,”
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Crowley kept teasing you, edging you closer and closer to your orgasm with every lap of his greedy tongue before pulling away. Five times he brought you to the edge before pulling you away from it, not letting you crash into the waves of the hot liquid that coursed through your every nerve and veins. He had you shaking, pleading, and near weeping. Your whole body sensitive to even the slightest touch as you finally gave in, your voice hoarse as you pushed the words out.
“I can’t Crowley… Sir… Please let me come,” You begged, your hands leaving the covers to curl into his hair to keep him from slipping his tongue away from you once more as you felt the orgasm build in power in your core. You could feel him smile against you as he pulled away slightly with a quick lap at your slick folds before answering your plea, his fingers still keeping you reeling closer towards that edge as they kept up a slow rhythm, pumping into you.
“Of course princess, anything for you,” Crowley whispered against you, the vibrations making you clench down around his fingers as the demon sped up. His fingers curling and pushing into you at a much faster rhythm whilst his mouth fully focused on your clit. Fuck.
You were so close and your whole body was on fire, a mix of hot and cold flames that licked their way up through every part of you as you parted your lips, crying out in sweet nothings and curses as he obliged, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, this time not letting up as your moans grew louder in the dark room.
“Crowley, I’m gonna,” You gasped, unable to keep from bucking against his mouth and fingers, grinding yourself into his face as you floated and fell all at once. Crowley only hummed against you. Letting you unravel on his tongue and fingers as you clung to him, fingers in his hair and your thighs tightening around his head whilst your muscles spasmed. Hardening before turning to liquid and leaving no resistance as every sensation shot through your body like a drug, leaving you feeling high and dizzy as you cried out in moans and sighs that only barely resembled the demon’s name.
Crowley didn’t let up. Riding you through your orgasm until your hips stilled and you fell, momentarily against the mattress gasping for air as your lungs burned with residual fire from what was probably the best orgasm you’d ever had.
Keeping your warm back against the cold bedsheet you allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, underlined by a small whimper as Crowley pulled his fingers from you. Blinking, you raised yourself up on your elbows and chased away the bright spots swimming in your eyes as you watched him suck the taste of you off his fingers like it was the sweetest honey.
“Damn it darling, your taste is addictive, I could get lost in it forever,” He hummed as he slipped his fingers from his mouth and smiled at you from where he was still sitting on his knees between your legs. His soft, full lips still damp with your wetness as he licked them seductively, watching as you caught your breath before pushing yourself up only to slide off of the bed and into his lap.
Grabbing onto your hips he ground his hardened cock against you, making you whimper as the over-sensitive nerve bundle sent shocks of mixed pleasure and pain up through your system. Leaning in you kissed him, pulling on his lip with your teeth as you tasted yourself off his lips before sinking off his lap and onto the carpet keeping your mouth open as you greedily sucked in some much needed air before finally regaining the ability to speak.
“Let me repay the favour my king,” You pleaded, needing to let your over-sensitive body cool down and at the same time just dying to taste him against your tongue as well. Crowley didn’t speak, instead he merely chuckled before giving you a quick hard kiss and standing, shedding his suit jacket and further unbuttoning his shirt until it followed the jacket on the floor with a soft thud that sounded louder in the quiet room.
“Such a good girl,” He hummed as you pulled at his belt and struggled with shaky fingers trying to unbutton the black slacks. Reaching down he gave you a helping hand as you palmed at him through the soft, expensive material of the suit, noticing wetness there though you didn’t know if it was yours or his. Until his cock was finally free from where it had been straining painfully against his dress pants. Sucking in a small breath at his size you looked up at him, wetting your lips as you waited for his permission to taste him.
“Go ahead darling,” The words themselves weren’t really a command, but paired with the dark need in his hoarse voice they left him sounding like one. which only made your own body start heating up again as you rested your thighs on your heels and reached out, wrapping your fingers around his impressive length before leaning forward.
You parted your lips slightly, letting them trail along the underside up towards the head. That first touch of lips against his cock making Crowley twitch in your hand as the man moaned from above you. Reaching the top of his cock you wet your lips before circling the head with the tip of your tongue and placing wet kisses against the top, humming at the taste of him against your lips.
Keeping your lips closed you pushed him into your mouth as Crowley groaned, hips twitching slightly before he regained control. Bobbing your head you took more of him into your warm, wet mouth, looking up at him through the strands of (Y/H/C) hair that had fallen forward into your face. Humming around him as the taste of him sent further shots of heat into your core you relaxed your mouth, taking him further in past your lips as your tongue pressed up against the underside of his cock.
Crowley’s hand lifted from where he’d kept the curled into loose fists at his sides to push your hair out of the way, holding onto it with one hand and keeping it away from your face as dark eyes drank in the sight of you on your knees with your lips wrapped around him. Pulling lightly at the strands in a way that made you moan around his cock he let his other hand rest fall to his side again as he kept looking down at you where your wide eyes were taking in every single one of his reactions.
Swallowing you tried to take more of him into your mouth. He was big, bigger than any lover you’d ever had, and there was no way you could take all of him, but you still let yourself drown in the taste of him as you took as much of him into your mouth as you could. Loving the little gasps and grunts your attentive tongue teased from your king.
“So good darling, fuck, having that pretty little mouth of yours around me is sinful,” He groaned as his hand tightened in your hair.
Letting your hand travel up his leg you moaned as you realised his balls were still hidden by the soft material of his pants. In your rush to taste him you’d only let him open them before your lips were on him. Yet, you had only to let out that little moan of displeasure for Crowley to remove the last pieces of clothing with a sharp snap of his fingers. Letting you cup him as you continued. Keeping a steady rhythm, your bobs up and down his length slightly controlled by his hands in your hair.
Closing your eyes you revelled in the sounds you managed to make him make as you varied between letting your tongue tease the head and taking as much of him as you possibly could into your mouth. Letting yourself drown in the taste of him until he fully wrapped the (Y/H/C) strands of your hair around his hand and tugged gently, urging you to let go of him.
“No more love, I want to be inside you,” Crowley’s voice was hoarse and desperate as he kept his hand in your hair, pulling the strands back to angle your head so that you were looking up at him. Your lips still parted and wet, you obliged, moving to lift yourself off of the floor before Crowley leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. Easily lifting you up before just as quickly dropping you onto the mattress making a laughed squeal leave you before the burning look in his eyes silenced you. “Spread your legs for me love, let me see all of you,”
Swallowing and feeling small under his burning gaze you obliged silently as Crowley placed a knee on the mattress. His eyes roaming over your body as he bit his lip and smiled. Eyes brightening momentarily as he looked at you almost as if he was worshipping you.
“Darling, you are beautiful, breathtaking,” His words left him as nothing more than a whisper as he fully lifted his body onto the mattress, slowly sliding up until his body was held over yours. “Gorgeous and all mine, my queen,” He mumbled, the mention of the title that tied you to him barely even having time to register in your mind before his lips were on yours and his hand roamed your body. Light touches going down to slide against your slit as he easily worked two fingers into you again, readying you for his size.
“Yours my king, please take me,” You moaned against your lips your hips bucking up towards where he was still keeping himself raised above you. “Please Crowley, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me,” You let your nails underline your desperate plea with red lines against his back which had the demon hiss out a breathy ‘fuck’ above you.
“Patience pet, I don’t want to break you,” He hummed against your lips, driving you crazy with his fingers against you. Yet you needed more, you needed him. All of him.
“I’m not that easy to break Crowley,” You shot back, his name fading into a gasp as he added a third finger and pumped them. Making sure to hit against your g-spot with every thrust. “I need you, now,”
“I can’t hold back either pet,” Crowley groaned the words against your lips before removing his fingers from your wetness and bringing them up to your lips to have you taste yourself off of them. “I’ll go slow,” He promised as he watched you suck his fingers with a feral look that showed he wanted nothing but to go hard, fast and deep,. To be the storm that tore you apart and left you with only his name as every breath. And honestly you wanted nothing more than to have him push you into the mattress and fully claim you. Yet you knew he wanted to care for you, he wanted to treasure you, so you only nodded.
Leaning down between your legs Crowley angled himself against you and slowly, infuriatingly so, pushed into you as your mouth opened in a wordless ‘O’ at his size. He’d only started pushing into you, and yet you already felt fuller than you’d ever felt before. Lifting your hips you let them roll against him as you took in more of him until he was buried against you, his pelvis hard against your clit as he kept still, letting you adjust.
“Oh love, you feel so good,” He groaned against your neck as he forced himself to keep completely still above you. A string of sweet whispered words staining your neck as he gasped into it until you moved against him. Your wordless plea of motion leaving him to only mouth silently against your skin as he started moving.
Keeping his movements languid and slow he ground against you. Hitting against your womb with every thrust as you wrapped your arms around his back and trailed kisses against his skin. Almost tasting the need he felt for you as your tongue dipped against his throat. Loving the way you could feel the low growl in his throat against it as he pulled further out and pushed back into you. Still, even with the slightly harder thrusts he still kept himself restrained, his body tense and breath coming in hard huffs as he kept himself from fully letting go. Somehow still scared of breaking you.
Lifting your head off of the pillow you let your tongue paint a path to his shoulder before placing a teasing, small bite there as you lifted your head to whisper in his ear.
“Fuck me Crowley, hard and fast,” Your words had barely left you to before Crowley readily obliged. Your voice the only urging he’d been waiting for as he snapped his hips faster against you. His pace quickening as his arm slid around your waist. Lifting your back off the bed and changing the angle to let him go even deeper, faster, and harder as he rushed you both towards the edge with a wild need and dark eyes.
As he kept a steady, fast rhythm, pulling almost fully out of you before thrusting back in and repeating, your shoulders were barely even on the mattress anymore as your legs wrapped around his waist. Keeping your head back and eyes closed you loved every second of the continuous storms of vibrating fire and flames that he supplied you with.
Moving your hips against his and holding him close by your thighs clenched around his sides you tried to match your rhythm to his unforgiving pace as it left you to cry out. Your mind going blank as your body took over control. Only leaving you with enough clear thought to keep your rhythm steady.
His free hand roamed your body as it travelled from your stomach, over your sides before squeezing your ass to hold you in place as he rammed into you, fully letting go and seeking both his pleasure and yours. Grabbing onto his strong arms as they held you up you rolled your hips against his, keeping him from pushing you further up on the bed with every hard snap of his hips.
Fuck it felt so good, your nerves were on fire and air was burning in your lungs as he hit every spot with his fast, pistoning thrusts against you. Sliding over your clit every time he buried himself deep inside you and making it impossible for you to even remember to breathe as every attempt at words come out as breathy ‘fucks’ instead.
“Come for me pet, let me hear you cry out for me,” Crowley’s voice was hoarse as he urged you to let go. His accent deepening as he let go of the always in-control snarky persona he normally used as a shield and just let himself be fully himself with you. “I want to feel you tighten around me (Y/N), to hear you scream. The night is still young and I have so much more planned,”
His words made you mewl as you wrapped your thighs tighter around him and lifted your body almost fully off the pillow to let him wrap both arms around you. Your hands holding onto your demon king’s back as you tried to find the words to let him know how close you were.
“You feel perfect darling. Made for me. So good, so tight,” Crowley groaned the words into your hair. Underlining each word with a snap of his hips against you and making it impossible for you to find the breath to say anything other than his name mixed with sighed curses. “Unravel, I got you. Let me hear that sweet voice that called out to me from behind the door,” You needed no further urging as you obliged. Falling into the earthquake that rattled your breath and made each and every muscle in your body vibrate and buck.
Holding onto him to keep from falling apart you cried out. Your voice breaking over his name between one syllable and the next as you tensed in his arms arching your back. Everything was light and darkness, a storm and an earthquake. Crashing together inside you as you gasped for air trying to keep the light from fully consuming you. To keep your voice from breaking any further as you let his hands hold your body up.
You barely even felt Crowley’s hand sliding around on your electrified skin until his fingers circled your clit, adding to the explosions in your mind as his hips kept up their steady unforgiving pace against you. Hard, fast, and deep. His teeth grazed against your nipple as your arched back gave him full access to your heaving chest. All of you, his, as you drowned and soared through the earthquake that was Crowley.
Somewhere in your unsteady mind you could feel his hips faltering in their steady movement as Crowley followed you off of that ledge. Summoning some power into your shaking muscles you ground yourself up against him. Your legs dropping from his hips to steady shaky legs against the mattress by the balls of your feet as you rode out the last of your orgasm whilst bringing him to the peak of his.
The feeling of him coming undone, his warmth filling you, bringing with it after shakes to your internal earthquake as your name echoed from his lips and into your breathless chest.
The hand on your hip gripping onto you tight enough to leave bruises as he held you still and close. Hips twitching with the last whispers of his own orgasm before collapsing, together with you, into a heaving mess on the mattress. Fuck, you knew you’d already thought so once that evening, but that, that was the best orgasm, hell the hottest freaking sex, you’d ever had.
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Taking a minute to catch your breaths Crowley rolled to his side until he was lying next to you on the bed the two of you had made a mess off. His hands still reaching out, as if he didn’t want to let go of you just yet. The fingers that had moments ago gripped at your flesh hard enough to bruise making soft patterns on your skin as he reached down to massage the tension out of your hips.
“That was…” You sighed contently as Crowley looked up at you smiling that half cocky smirk of his that always drove you wild. His lips brushing against yours to steal any further words from you before responding with an answer to your unspoken words against your lips.
“Yes darling, it truly was,” He whispered the words against you before claiming your mouth in a lazy kiss that quickly grew deeper, raising himself up on one elbow as his other hand continued soothing your hot body with soft , light touches. “All mine,” He murmured between the deep kisses squeezing at your heart with the near reverent tone of his voice as his fingers mapped the swells of your breasts and the dip of your stomach in a way that made your falling pulse rise once more.
Fuck, you still wanted him. Actually you feared, now that you’d had a taste you’d never get enough.
“All yours, and you…” You said, placing your hot forehead against his and letting your words remain a secret between just you and your king. “You’re all mine,”
“As my queen demands,” Crowley chuckled, though you could see bright happiness shining in his eyes as his hand dipped lower, flicking against your still sensitive clit, teasing a gasp out of you as your raised eyebrows only made the king of hell smirk.
“I told you the night was young darling, and I’m not planning on letting you sleep. At least not until duty calls in the morning,” Your king hummed. Sealing the promise with a deep kiss as you drowned in each others skin once more in the darkened room. Belonging only to each other.