You have to be crazy. Like seriously, this can't be normal. And yet here you are, fantasizing about Crowley in the back of the Impala. You have been riding around with Sam and Dean Winchester for the past 3 hours on the way to your next case. To entertain yourself, you have been thinking about all the ways Crowley could have you; in the shower, on the ground, in a public restroom, in the middle of a vampire attack. Seriously every possible scenario, your dirty little mind has thought of it. You can't help it, you know it's wrong to have such a deep crush on a demon. And not any demon; THE FUCKING KING OF HELL. Just thinking about it makes your lower half quiver. What was it about him? His awesome and enormous power? The snarky charm of his wit? His dark and devious ways? That sexy smile he got when he was doing something unethical? Oh shit was that a moan? You pause quickly, making sure the Winchester's didn't hear you. They had been working with Crowley lately, and it obviously has taken an immense toll on your fantasies and sexual frustrations. You sigh to yourself, is that all they are? Just fantasies and hopes that will never come to fruition?
The lights of the motel sign bring you out of your day dreams. Sam and Dean park to go into the lobby and get the room keys. You begin to unload bags and supplies when you suddenly feel a presence. You spin around to see Crowley standing inches from you. You scream, completely caught off guard.
"Hello, love" Crowley greets calmly, his eyes scanning over you. You feel your cheeks blush, and you are glad it's dark outside.
"Crowley" you greet, trying not to hyperventilate. He looks so good in his black suit, and you have to keep yourself from biting your lip at him. "The boys are in the lobby if you need them" you say nonchalantly, trying not to show your growing lust. He comes closer, his body barely touching yours, but you can feel the heat radiating off of him. He takes your chin in his hands.
"Oh no my dearest little hunter, I came for you." You freeze. For you? Crowley never came for you.
"Oh?" you ask, unable to say anything more intelligent without having your voice shake.
"Yes" he grins maliciously. "About a month ago, I had a witch place a spell on you."
"What?!" you yell, backing away from his touch.
"Oh don't fret, completely harmless. I had begun to suspect that you harbored rather lustful feelings for me."
You stutter, trying to keep your cool, "umm, wha- what gave you that idea?" you ask, your voice becoming panicked and shrill.
"Little lass" Crowley chuckles, "I've been around a while; I think I know when someone is interested and aroused." He steps towards you again, stroking your cheek. You resist the urge to lean into his palm. "The stolen glances, the giddy conversations, the way I don't even know what eye color you have because you're pupils are so dilated when I'm around."
"Oh" you state, looking away. Well this is awkward. "And the spell?"
"As I said, harmless. It simply allows me to hear every thought you have. Every daydream, every…fantasy." Well fuck. You think back to all of the thoughts you've had, especially today.
You feel as though you might cry, and you think tears are ready to fall. You are so embarrassed you could just die. "Now, now, love, don't cry." Crowley coos, putting his hand on your waist. "I admit that I as well feel lust for you."
"You do?" you squeak, a fire burning in your loins.
"Well of course, you're a hot little number. And once I was able to hear your thoughts? My, my, aren't you a kinky little thing."
You give him a shy smile, and your heart beat begins to race. You lean in, thinking you can steal a kiss, but he puts a finger over your lips to stop you. "No, no love, not here. But soon." He strokes your bottom lip with his thumb.
"Why?" you whine petulantly.
Crowley just smirks at you, "because, I want you my way. I want you how I want you and when I want you," he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours, "and baby, you're mine now. And I'll take you when I damn well choose."
"Yes sir," you whisper, desperate to touch those lips, but you restrain yourself. He gives a soft lick to your top lip, but that's all.
"That's my girl, I'll see you soon" and just like that, he vanishes. You stand there, trying to grasp what the hell just occurred. One thing's for sure; you are incredibly horny, and you're going to require some alone time tonight.
It's been about two days since the incident, but luckily you haven't been obsessing about it…much. Sam and Dean have kept you busy with a case surrounding a haunted house. Multiple ghosts, multiple backstories, multiple bones to torch and spirits to waste.
At this particular moment you are fighting alongside the Winchester's, keeping spirits at bay with an iron rod. Dean is busy finding the bones while you and Sam attack the ghosts inside the house. Furniture is flying, and ghosts screaming, but it's nothing you haven't handled before. You are a good hunter and so is Sam, honestly, you aren't in any real danger. You swipe a ghost, causing it to vaporize for a moment, and then you hear a voice behind you, laced in a British accent, "Hello again love."
You turn, "Crowley, what the-" but before you can finish he grabs your wrist and you are transported to a sophisticated hotel suite. You stumble after you arrive, a little dazed by the trip.
"Well gorgeous, let's get to it" Crowley growls in your ear.
You stare at him, completely shocked. "I was in the middle of a fight!"
"As I recall, I take you when I want and how I want."
"But-"
"Shhhh, do you belong to me, or not?" You feel your whole lower half clench in response to his words. Fight? What fight? Winchesters? Never heard of 'em.
"Yes, I do." Crowley smirks at you, his eyes devious and lusty.
"Good. And besides, I recall a certain fantasy of yours where I take you in the middle of a vampire attack, well my pet, this is not much different."
You nod, feeling yourself already becoming wet from the sheer proximity to him.
"From the numerous and numerous fantasies I've had the deep pleasure of hearing" you quickly turn away, embarrassed again, "no, no, I thoroughly enjoyed them. I appreciate a woman with a…creative imagination. It seems you really like the idea of being a good little sub, and getting a bit…tied up?"
You moan softly at his words, biting your lip to keep it from being too loud. Crowley walks to you, gabbing you by the waist as his hand travels down to cup your ass. He lunges at your mouth, kissing you deeply and passionately. You feel your legs weaken, and you are thankful for his hold around you. His tongue darts in and out, quickly conquering every inch of your mouth. His tongue travels to the back of your throat, drowning out your moans of pleasure. He grinds his growing erection against your crotch, showing you just how ready he is for you. He skims his teeth along your jaw before sucking and biting your throat, leaving many marks, claiming you as his.
"Do you want me to fuck you, my sweet?" he growls as he tugs at your ear lobe. You release a high pitch whine as you grind against him. He gives you a sharp spank on the ass, "now lovely, I need to hear you say it. I want you to beg for it. Beg for my cock to split you open and ravish you."
"Oh fuck" you breathe. You grab on to Crowley's shoulders, trying desperately not to fall over. "Fuck me Crowley, take me, have your way with me. Please! I'm yours, all yours, I'll do anything."
He chuckles as he nuzzles your hair, "now that's what I like to hear." He snaps his fingers and you fly backwards but slow down so you don't completely smack against the wall. You wrists get pinned against the wall over your head by some invisible force. Your toes are just barely brushing the carpet beneath you. Crowley walks slowly over, surveying his demon work. "Beautiful, well, besides the surplus of clothing." He nods his head again, and you are free of all your clothes, naked and vulnerable before him. You try to close your legs, uncomfortable with the exposure. Crowley whispers in your ear, "We will be having none of that." The invisible force brings you forward from against the wall so Crowley can circle you. Your legs are forced apart, held in place by another invisible force. Holy shit, you're floating. Crowley circles you again, slapping your ass as he passes your back side. You moan, turned on by his dominance.
"There is no reason to be ashamed of your nakedness. You are so incredibly sexy my dear little hunter."
You lock eyes with Crowley, his dark eyes piercing into your soul. He gives a soft lick to one of your nipples, teasing it expertly until it grows completely hard and erect. He begins to bite and suck, causing you to hiss in pleasure. You want to touch him, grab his face and kiss him, touch his body, but the invisible restraints keep your wrists above your head. "Oh sweetie, keep trying, you won't be able to touch me until I want you to." He reaches around to grab your ass, digging his fingers in. "This ass is mine."
"Yes sir, yours" you moan, throwing your head back. He drags his hand around your waist and down to your pussy, holding his hand over your sex. "And this, is most certainly mine." You try to grind against his hand, begging to be touched.
"Yes sir! Oh yes." Crowley bites at your lip, tugging on it between his teeth. "Say my name" he whispers.
"Crowley" you whine, utterly turned on. He slaps your ass, causing it to sting.
"Louder my pet" he growls.
"Oh Crowley!" you moan louder, your voice echoing through the room. He fists a hand into your hair and pulls, exposing your throat. He skims his teeth along, and you can feel the vibrations of his voice radiate through you. "Now my little hunter, I'm about to do something. But I don't want you to cum until I say so." You want so badly to wrap your legs around his waist, to ride him, but your legs are still suspended and held in place. "I want to hear you say it" he prompts.
"I promise, I will not cum until you say so." He nods, before sticking out his tongue. As he falls to his knees he drags his tongue along your jaw, down your throat, between your breasts, over your stomach, and stopping at your lower abdomen. You feel a simultaneous chill and fire from the trail he leaves.
He kisses the inside of your thigh before nosing your crotch. "That's my good girl. Already so wet and ready for me." He sticks out his tongue to tease your clitoris, dancing around it as he pulsates, rapidly hitting it. You feel yourself grow wetter, and you can't stop your hips from bucking.
"Hold still my beauty" he warns. He kisses your hole before slipping in his tongue, lapping up your wetness. He pushes in deeper, playing at your walls.
You bite your bottom lip, suppressing your moan. "Oh dearie, don't be shy let me hear it" and he twirls hid tongue inside of you, utterly and completely tongue fucking your wet pussy. You release a completely pleasured uninhibited moan, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He lifts a hand up to squeeze your breast as he plays his tongue inside you. You begin to build, trying to suppress it. But you know that feeling all too well, you're close, and you can't stop it. You silently beg he'll give you permission, but he remains silent. It's building more and then suddenly you shatter into a mind blowing orgasm. Your walls contract as you ride it out, screaming in pleasure. Your head falls forward, and you try to recover and get your breathing normal. Crowley is near your face and he has an amused look on his face.
"Oh my silly little thing, I thought I told you not to cum without permission." You look up to meet his dark eyes.
"I'm sorry" you whisper, and he raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm sorry, sir" you correct.
"Well, now you'll have to be punished before I fuck you." You squeak slightly in anticipation, already regaining your libido. Oh what Crowley does to you. He snaps his fingers, and your ankles and wrists are released. You fall into his strong waiting arms, and he carries you over to the king sized bed. He leans you over his knees, your stomach in his lap, and you can feel his errection. He runs his hand along your ass, feeling every inch of your skin. "Now tell me, why are you being punished?"
"Because I disobeyed" you answer, ready for the worst.
"Good. I think about six will suffice." He brings his hand down on your butt cheek, the sound echoing through the room. You squeak at it, it stings a bit, but it's more loud than anything. He gives another, in the exact same spot. After the third or fourth, you feel yourself get incredibly wet, even though your ass is terribly sore. At the end of the sixth you can feel a permanent hand print stinging against your skin. Crowley gently kisses his work, his breath cooling it momentarily. "Oh, you did very well."
You sigh, suddenly exhausted from the toll your punishment took. But Crowley is not done with you yet. He lays you down on the bed, and then snaps his fingers to rid himself of his clothes. You stare open jawed, drinking in Crowley's naked body. He was glorious. You had thought about it so many times, but never thought you would actually be able to see it. You moan softly, ready for him to take you. He crawls over to you, thick cock completely hard between his legs.
"Here's how it's going to work" he explains. "You may put your hands on my arms, but nowhere else. I'm in charge not you. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." And you grab his strong forearms, ready and wanting. He gets between your legs and lines up with your hole before sinking in, deep and delicious. "Holy shit!" you whine, surprised by how big his cock feels inside you.
"So tight my little sub" he praises as he draws out of you. Suddenly he slams into you, going balls deep and completely penetrating you. He nails your sweet spot, causing you to cry out. "Yes" he hisses, "let me hear you. Let everyone hear that you are my pretty little slut. You are my whore." You whine at his words, unable to try to speak, coherent speech is a distant idea. He pulls out again, and you circle your hips enticingly, begging for him to come back in. "Such a needy girl" he whispers bemused. He slams into you again, gaining a rhythm. He thrusts deep and fast, pounding your pussy. You lift your hips up to meet him, gaining as much delicious friction as you possibly can. Crowley is wild and rough, and you simply hold on tight, enjoying the ride. You feel the orgasm building inside you once ago, your entire body on fire, constricting in pleasure.
"I'm close too" Crowley reassures, as if sensing what was coming. "It's okay my pet, cum for me. Cum for me now." His words are your undoing and you come violently around him, your pussy clenching around his dick. Your world is completely shaking and you feel him cum too, your name on his lips. His seed fills you up, hot and fast. He falls onto your body as you both breath heavily, trying to regain your composures.
"Well my little slut, you are truly incredible" he complements, sounding genuine. He pulls out of you, and strokes your face thoughtfully before standing up. He snaps his fingers and your clothes appear back on. You look at him in confusion.
"No snuggle time?" you ask. Crowley chuckles at you, before smiling slyly.
"Oh my little hunter, you have to earn that. Maye next time…and believe me, there will most definitely be a next time." You nod, a smile playing at your lips. Crowley gives you one last kiss, soft and heated, "Good night."
"Good night" you whisper back. And he snaps his fingers and you are transported to the motel room with Sam and Dean.
"Where the Hell have you been?" Dean demands from the kitchen table. Sam looks up from his laptop.
"And what the hell are those?" Sam asks, pointing out your numerous hickeys.
"Ummm" you start, unable to give a decent answer.
"Well?" they both demand in unison.
"I need to use the shower" you announce as you race to the bathroom. You stay in the restroom for a long time, processing all that had happened. You have no fucking clue what you are going to tell the Winchesters, but for right now, you can't keep the immense grin off your face. You know you are going to bed happy.