You had finally done it. You finally had sex with Crowley; better yet, he fucked you utterly senseless. Maybe it was wrong, but it felt so good. He was truly incredible, strong, and sexy as hell. Your first time with him was about a week ago, and since then you had done it thirteen more times. But tonight was different; you were going to earn your right to cuddle with the King of Hell.
Your legs are wrapped around Crowley's waist as he holds you up against the wall. His hands grip your ass tightly, cupping your cheeks. He bites along your jaw before settling into the crook of your neck to mark you with another hickey. His erection grows through his suit pants, and you can't help but grind your crotch against it. You moan as he bucks up into you, rubbing against you with merciless friction. He takes your mouth, his tongue sliding and twirling, claiming every part inside. You get feisty as you spar with your own tongue, and you capture his before sucking on it, wet and loud. Crowley moans loudly and he gives a small slap to your ass, more in appreciation than punishment. You run your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair as you bite his earlobe, pulling and sucking.
"You certainly are feisty tonight" he growls into your ear, a devious chuckle escaping his throat.
"That's what you do to me" you moan, "I want you so bad."
"Likewise my pet" Crowley responds, nuzzling his face in your cleavage. He kisses you before giving small bites.
"And" you manage between your desperate breaths, "I want to earn that cuddle time."
He leans back to look at you, eyes incredulous and amused. "My, my aren't we persistent."
You give a slow languid lick across his bottom lip before giving him your best puppy eyes and pouty lip.
"Imitating furry little creatures does nothing to me" Crowley says dryly, "however, you have been such a good girl, I suppose I could give you the opportunity to prove yourself." He puts you down on the floor, and then snaps his fingers. He stands before you completely naked, his cock standing at attention. You are left in a black lace bra and panties (not what you put on this morning). "Alright my little hunter; prove yourself" he says seductively, challenging you.
You wink at him before pushing him backwards onto the motel bed. Sam and Dean are on a hunt, and you're supposed to be doing research. But that means that they should be gone for hours. Crowley seems surprised by your force, but he allows you to continue. You push him again so that he is laying on the bed, his legs hanging off the side. You drop down in between them and give a small kiss to the head of his cock. His breath hitches, turned on by the sudden attention to his member. You swipe your thumb over the slit, spreading the pre cum that is already leaking all around the head. He hisses in pleasure, and you grin to yourself. Oh yes, these cuddles are so gonna happen.
You give a long pressured lick up along his shaft, sending tingles all up his body. "That's it baby" he praises. You tease his head, your tongue performing a tantalizing dance. You grab his hips, your nails digging into his flesh but he doesn't seem to mind. You push further, taking his cock into your mouth and you begin to hollow out your cheeks. His hips buck up, forcing his thick cock to the back of your throat making you gag slightly. Crowley moans at the noise you make, "that's it, gag on it my little cock slut."
You grab the base of his cock, pumping it while you bob your head up and down, twisting your wrist along the shaft. "Oh darling, you have such a talented little mouth." You hum in appreciation around his member, sending vibrations deep to his groin. You begin to cup his balls, caressing them softly. You give a small lick, causing him to shiver before turning back to his dick. His hips begin to jerk out of rhythm, and you know that he is building.
"You are so splendid" he comments in between gasps, "but if you want me to fuck you tonight, you should probably stop." You come of his dick with a sloppy pop, a line of spit still connecting your mouth with the head.
"Get on the bed," he commands, and you quickly do as you're told. He snaps his fingers, making you naked and exposed in front of him. He leans over you, trailing kisses from your jaw down to your breasts. He gently bites one, causing you to hiss in pleasure. He runs a hand up your leg, circling your inner thigh before he palms your pussy.
"Let's see if my little hunter is ready for me" he whispers, seductive and dangerous. He slips two fingers in, stretching your wet hole. "That's a good girl, so nice and wet." You moan softly, enjoying the feel of his expert fingers, pulsating inside you. He runs his thumb over your clitoris, massaging it in a circular motion. Your pelvis lifts involuntarily as you thrust, looking to make contact with anything.
"Do you want me to fuck this tight pussy?" he asks.
"Yes, sir" you whine, needing him inside you like yesterday.
"Louder, gorgeous."
"Yes sir! Please fuck me!" you shout in desperation, wanting to be filled. He grabs your waist and rolls with you until you end up on top, straddling him. He gives a growl, filled with pure carnal desire. He lifts up your hips and guides your hole over his rock hard member. "Just try not to fall off" he mentions, before bringing your hips downward forcefully. He penetrates your pussy, slamming into you. You lean back, overcome by lust and pleasure, but you catch yourself on his thighs. He begins to thrust his hips up, nailing your sweet spot repeatedly. He is completely pounding you until you are nothing but pure sexual energy, passion burning in your loins, through your veins. You move your hips matching his rhythms.
"Touch yourself" he commands. You act on it without even thinking as you go for your breasts. He utterly ruins you as you squeeze yourself, letting your finger tease your nipples till they are painfully hard and erect. You can't comprehend your own name, you are completely wrecked by his movements, his voice; the way his fingers are leaving deep bruises on your hips. You feel the fire start to burn deep inside you, and your thighs are so sore from riding him, but you can't stop.
"Holy fucking shit!" you cry out, moaning a high squeal.
"Let the whole world hear you my pet." Crowley growls as he throws his head back. Your pussy clenches around him and he bites his bottom lip in ecstasy.
"Crowley!" you scream, unable to control yourself-
"Do you hear something?" Sam asks as Dean searches for the motel key. Dean pauses to listen, hearing something from inside the motel room.
"Sounds like a scuffle; what the hell is going on?" He asks, puzzled.
They hear a high pitched scream followed by a "Crowley!"
"Fuck! That's (y/n), I think Crowley's got her. Shit, what if she's being tortured?" Dean yells, panicked. He searches for his key, but his fingers are fumbling.
"Get the damn door open, Dean!" Sam shouts.
"Fuck it" Dean growls as he kicks in the door-
You are so close, your body begging for a sweet delicious release. "Cum for me love" Crowley commands. And just as you both climax, you hear the door fly open, coming off its hinges. You turn to see the Winchesters, running in the room before freezing at the sight. You want to stop, cover up your bouncing breasts, stop the sexual noises from escaping your mouth, but it's too late. You and Crowley both are in the throes of passion, and you can't stop riding out your orgasms. You finish with your names on each other's lips.
"What the hell?" Dean cries, slapping a hand over his eyes. You hop off of Crowley with a painful wince, trying to hide yourself with a large pillow.
Sam awkwardly averts his eyes, scared to look anywhere. "Jesus Christ, really? With Crowley?" Sam shouts in disgust. You turn to look for the demon, but he has vanished. You have to deal with the Winchesters, your face turning a deep scarlet as you flush violently.
"Guys, I –uh" you start, unable to think of anything to say. You were fucked.
"Oh god I think I'm gonna be sick" Dean gags.
Sam uncomfortably runs a hand through his hair, "how long has this been going on?"
"A week" you mutter almost inaudibly.
Dean looks at you with a glare, before realizing you're still partially naked and jerking his head to look at the carpet. "You mean to tell me you've been swapping fluids with the King of Hell for a whole week?"
"And in my bed!" Sam whines, dropping his head down in defeat.
"Come on, like you guys have never fucked anything non-human" you say defensively.
"Not the King of Hell" Dean snaps, "nothing of this caliber and magnitude."
Sam sighs, "Look, this conversation is far from over, but I need a beer, and you need to…cover up."
Dean follows Sam out of the room before muttering, "I wonder how much it would hurt to gouge my eyes out. Sammy, hit me on the head so I don't remember any of this."
You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. Well that was awkward as all hell. Crowley pops up beside you, sitting on the bed, still nude.
"You left me" you mutter bitterly, a tracing of an embarrassed blush still on your cheeks.
"My dear, trust me. It would have been far worse, and perhaps more violent, if I had stayed." You give a slight nod, barely agreeing with him.
"So why did you come back?"
He sighs, leaning his head back. "Given the circumstances…and that superior, fantastic blow job…I think you have earned some spooning. At least until the moose and squirrel come back."
You have to fight with all your might to keep your grin from splitting your face in two. He lays down on the bed, staring at you with his dark eyes. "Now get over here" he commands. You quickly lay down next to him, facing your body towards his. He reaches out to grab your hips, pressing you firmly against himself as his hand strokes you ass. You bend your arms in front of you, placing your hands on his chest, feeling his warmth. You nuzzle your face in his neck as he captures your legs, tangling them up with his. He gives a small kiss to your forehead before whispering, "Don't you go telling anyone about this. The King of Hell doesn't spoon. I have a reputation you know." You simply nod as you sneak a glance; and a small smile is etched on his lips. You bite your lip to keep a happy giggle down, completely proud with yourself. You drift off to sleep, totally exhausted, but perfectly content.