AN: On the first day of Christmas, that bitch Fate gave to you, one argument over Christmas Day.

I own fuck all.

12 Days of Christmas
Anonniemoose
Chapter One: Fighting
Word Count: 2, 825

You really didn't think that he'd object. Oh, who were you kidding, you knew it was going to be a battle to convince Crowley to attend Christmas with you. But you couldn't attend to the family lunch alone. Again.

Yes, for the last six years, even though you were in a long-term relationship with the King of Hell, your family had never met him and still believed you to be single after the disaster of your last relationship. And this year, you were determined to go with your boyfriend, whether he liked it or not.

"But it is a Christian holiday!" He whined as you poured him his usual tumbler of Craig.

"Think of the irony." You had offered. "A demon, the King of Hell no less, celebrating a holiday designed to worship the arrival of our saviour." The look you received as you passed him the glass was borderline lethal. "C'mon Crowley, it's just one afternoon. We don't even do the whole churchy crap, it's really just a family day." His face twists in disgust.

"Even worse, pet." You sigh as he sips his beloved amber drink. "You know I don't do family."

"I bloody well hope not." You mumble. "I'd prefer if you only did me." You shove your hands in your pockets and sighed. "Crowley, sweetie, I know you hate family and Christmas and everything to do with politeness and being nice and children, but you can't let me go alone." You lean against the bench in your kitchen so you were resting your head in your hands, your boyfriend sitting opposite you. "They put bets on whether or not I bring a date and I've been talking about you for four years now. Isn't it about time they actually met you?"

"Screaming, snot-nosed children crying over poorly chosen presents, relatives interrogating everything about me and our relationship, horrid food and poor choices in drink? I think I'll pass, luv." He grabs one of your hands and rubs his calloused thumb in small circles in the back of it. "I love you, Y/N, but not enough to put up with that." You stand and yank your hand from his.

"In that case then, I'll ask someone else." You whip out your phone and start going through your contacts. "I haven't given them your name, so I could ask Moose." You try to hid your smile as his face darkens. "Or Giraffe. Or even Gabriel! He'd make a good fake-boyfriend. Hell, we could even prank the family for the entire afternoon. Archangels are very good at that, especially Gabe my Babe." You bite the inside of you cheek as he starts to growl. "Of course, I'd have to pay them for putting up with my cousins and saving me from embarrassment once again. You've always said I look best on my knees, so I cou-" You squeal as you are lifted from your standing position away from Crowley and forced to lay down on the bench, Crowley now on top of you, throwing your phone away. You grumble as you hear it smash into bits but moan as soon as he presses his lips against yours in a harsh manner, forcing his tongue into your cavern and yanking your own muscle into the dance.

"You are mine and if anyone is getting a reward for saving you from your bastardised family, it'll be me." You bite your lip as he pulls away to growl this at you, his hand harshly pulling your shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.

"I don't know. I wouldn't even need to get on my knees for Moose, it'll just be a lot easier if I invite him." You nudge his nose with gentle affection before continuing. "And that tallness, my God, that is something else. There is nothing like being saved but a tall, dark, handsome Winchester." You nearly burst into laughter at the pissed look you get from Crowley as he latches himself onto your mouth again, his hands now going for the top button of your jeans.

"I'll show you tall, dark and handsome." He mutters. "I'll fuck you so hard that all you'll know is my name and the feel of my co-"

"Moose's would be a lot bigger." You push him away, happy that he lets you get off the bench and move out of the kitchen and into the dining room. "I mean, it's all to ratio, right? And you had to add an extra three inches, so-" You are spun around and pressed up against the wall, your pants now ripped from your body as his mouth and tongue invade yours once again.

"He'll never touch you." He growls into your mouth as you squirm when you see the red of his irises. "Never!"

"I don't know, Moose would be a better boyfriend and go to this lunch with me, put up with the screaming, snot-nosed children crying over poorly chosen presents, relatives interrogating everything about him and our relationship, horrid food and poor choices in drink. Maybe you've lost your touch."

"I'll go then, just to prove you wrong."

"You'll go?"

"Damnit woman, is that not what I just said?!"

"And to the dinner at Bobby's?"

"Fine!"

"Promise?"

"If it'll keep you away from those damned Winchesters."

"Okay then!" You happily seal the deal with a heated kiss before lowering your legs, which had wrapped themselves around his waist. "Lunch is on the twenty-five, dinner is on the twenty-seventh and then we can go on our vacation on the thirtieth." You shimmy out of the tight space he had created between you two. "Thank you darling!"

A dangerous growl leaves his lips. "Y/N!"

"You agree to almost anything when you're jealous and possessive." You tease as you saunter off to the bedroom, unhooking your bra as you go, dropping it on the ground. "It's almost too easy."

The growl grows in volume as he balls his fists up in anger. "I'm not impressed, Y/N. Nor am I amused."

"No, you are impressed, and you are a man of your word, so no going back now." You grin as he marches up to you and lifts you up, your naked chest pressing against his clothed one. You tug at his tie. "I'll tell you what, I'll reward you now, hm?" You jump down and lead him to the bedroom by his tie. Yanking off his shirt and unbuckling your belt he chuckles against the heated kisses you share.

"You've always looked your best when on your knees, poppet."

You fight off a groan at the use of your beloved nickname as you pull him in for a kiss once more, your hands heading south to remove his pants, cupping him firmly through his boxers as his pants fall to the ground. Two hands reach down for your thighs, lifting you up so you can lock your legs around Crowley's waist, your hands moving to steady yourself by holding onto his shoulders, fingers automatically moving to trace the artwork painted on his body as he sits down at the edge of your bed, causing you to straddle him comfortably, your lips latching onto his neck to press open-mouthed kisses up towards his ear, where you nibble and tug down on his earlobe and kiss the sensitive patch of skin directly behind it. His mouth latches onto the column of your neck, biting down possessively, marking you so the world can see that you his as he trails his mouth down, latching on random spots to bite and suck until it was bruised, then moving on to the next spot until he was marking your clavicle, moving back to smirk at the collar of bruises he had produced.

"Knees?" You mutter into his ear, your teeth grazing his earlobe once more.

"Knees." He agreed; his voice now a low and sexy growl. You smirk as you lower yourself slowly, making sure to slide the majority of your nearly-naked body against his. When your knees meet the scratchy carpet, you ignore the prickingly in order to trail your mouth slowly down Crowley's front, teeth catching on the elastic of his crimson boxers. Biting down firmly, you start to pull down his final layer, smirking as his cock bounces free from its prison, already at full hardness.

Ignoring his growl to start, you blow gently at the base before pressing your lips where you just blew, tongue flickering out to just brush against the skin as you trail them up towards the head. His hand tangles though your hair as you take in the tip of his impressive length and start to suck in long, hard motions. You knew you could take your time, to enjoy the bitter taste of pre-come on your tongue as it leaks out, pressing your tongue against the slit so you can collect as much as possible. You knew your boyfriend wouldn't push your head down in fear of hurting you, like he had done in the past.

Your left hand goes to hold his hip as you start to slide down to take as much as his shaft as possible, angling your head slightly so you could get at least a little of him down your throat as your right hand teases his leg as it makes its way up to stroke what you couldn't fit in you. Two long, hard sucks later and you start to bob your head, eyes never leaving his face as it scrunches up in concentration, the only sounds he makes being moans and small whispers of 'Y/N, Y/N, feels so good,' the rest drowned out by the sound of your mouth working him.

Your tongue goes to draw patterns against his skin, cradling the bottom of the head when his cock is almost out of your mouth before trailing it along the underside of his shaft as you force him back into your mouth and throat, your left hand squeezing his hip as a warning when it lurches forward slightly, causing your throat to contract and for him to moan.

His fingers tighten their grip in your hair as he pulls you up from his cock, still hard as it presses against your thighs as you return to straddling him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue going to trace the roof of your mouth, glide over your teeth before finally dancing with your own tongue. His fingers move to snap away your panties before slowly inserting two fingers into your hot core. He moans into your mouth when he feels how wet you'd become, curling his fingers in a 'come hither' motion, stroking your sweet spot. You feel the pool of lava that has grown low in your stomach heat up as you groan, grinding your hips against his two fingers, causing his cock to grind against your thigh.

He pinches your clit as he removes his fingers, causing you to whine at the emptiness. He sucks his two now-wet fingers deeply before removing them with a rather crude 'pop'. You press your lips against his, chasing the taste of him and yourself mingled together as he lines himself up to your entrance. You relax and prepare yourself, your face moving into the crook of his neck. He kisses your shoulder softly as you nod your consent for him to start pushing in.

Even now, the feel of him pushing into you brings the most delightful stretch and feel of being full, no matter how much you prepare or have sex, it was always there. Of course, that also meant the possibility of it quickly becoming painful.

Crowley may be a demon, but even demons prefer their partners to be willing and satisfied.

After your hips are flushed against his, he waits for your nod to say you were ready. Your fingers trace his arms as he waits your permission. It doesn't come.

Instead, you raise yourself until only the tip of him remains inside of you before slamming yourself down quickly, causing you both to groan in unison. You slowly start to moving against him, his mouth latching onto your breast and sucking hard with each thrust, his hand moving down to pinch and play with your clit as you hold onto his shoulders of balance. His hips thrust forward to meet you with each thrust, causing you to moan loudly as he hits one of your sweet spots, the attention to your clit becoming almost too much. You feel your body tense in anticipation, the heat in your lower belly spreading throughout your body as you bite your lip and toss your chest forward into his mouth.

As if sensing that your orgasm was close, he nips your breast harshly before turning you around so your back was pressed again the soft mattress of your bed, your legs grabbed and wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you mercilessly, your hands clawing and scratching their way down the length of his back, your once breathy moans becoming small gasps of pleasure.

"Do you think that Moose could do this to you?" He growls into your ear as his thrusts become more erratic, his pinching and rolling of your clit becoming more and more harsh and out of sync with the rhythm of his pounding. "Make you moan like a whore?" You groan and shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip, not trusting your voice to stay steady. "No human, demon or angel could ever make you feel the way I do, do you know why?" You clench around him, trying to lift your hips to meet him only to find his other hand holding you down by your waist. "Pet, answer me." His voice is low, gravely and makes you feel even hotter, if possible.

"N-n-no!" You manage to stutter out, moaning loudly as he hits the right spot over and over again. "Oh God, please!"

"No God here, just me." Comes his reply, moving your legs from his waist to his shoulders, trying to thrust deeper and deeper into your wet heat. "No one can make you feel the way I do because I know everything about you." You nod, wanting desperately to fall off that edge, that edge that is so, so, so close. "No one knows every little spot that makes you squirm," as if to prove his point, he presses his lips down firmly at the base of your throat before biting harshly down the valley of your breasts, causing you to whine in frustration, "no one knows how to tease, how to mark you the way I do." You nod in confirmation. "You belong to me. I am you lover, your protector, your King!" The last word is meet with a particularly hard thrust and pinch. "Who do you belong to, luv?"

"You!" Comes your pathetic whine.

"I can't hear you."

"You, you bastard! I belong to you! Please, please, please!" You cry out.

"Cum."

That one command is all you need to send you flying over the edge. Your vision whites out as your back leaves the bed, arching into Crowley. He groans as you tighten around him, clamping down firmly, causing him to follow you with a shout and a bite to your shoulder.

Blinking until your vision returns from its blurred state, you groan as he removes his cock from you, moving to lay next to you and bringing you into his chest, holding you close. You press your thighs together and sigh happily, content to lay there for a minute before making your way to the shower.

"You're a possessive bastard, aren't you?" You tease, poking him in the chest. "Seriously, what was all that about? The biting, the talking." You nudge his nose with yours. "You know I'll never leave you right?"

He grunts in return before kissing you softly. "I know, poppet, I know." He sighs. "It's an irrational fear, Y/N, but I-"

"Zip it." You warn, pressing your finger against his lips. He smirks as he bites it gently, sucking on the tip lightly. "Crowley, you are an amazing man and I love you, but thinking that I'd leave you for Sam, of all people, is the most stupidest thing you could ever think!" You move his hand to your hip as he automatically starts to rub it. "I'm here to stay, you big oaf. And don't you forget it! You're my King as much as I'm your Queen." He laughs at that.

"I know luv, I know."