Addressing The Rumour (Crowley X Reader Oneshot)
You find out what Crowley sold his soul for all those centuries ago.. and you can't help but tease him about it.
💕 this is more crude than it is smutty.. lots of sexual humour and innuendo!
You enter Crowley's throne room, where he's currently barking out commands to a handful of lower demons. He looks over their shoulders when he senses movement in the doorway, his demons blurring into the background for a split second whilst he locks eyes with you. Crowley's speech almost falters. Eventually, he slides his gaze away to turn his attention back to the demons before him and his intonation softens ever so slightly due to your presence.
"Now, if you could make yourselves scarce," he hums. "For I have more.. important matters to attend to."
The demons nod and bow down to him one last time, a flurry of 'my liege' and 'our king's being mumbled amongst them before they scurry past you to complete their given tasks.
"Darling," Crowley says once the room is empty and it's just the two of you. He is still draped comfortably against his throne. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
You have to bite your lip to conceal a knowing smile. "Oh, nothing. I just.. missed you."
"Missed me?" he repeats with an addictive purr, a small prideful smirk playing on his lips. "A novelty, my love. Come here."
Crowley pats his knee softly with the base of his fingers, adjusting his position so he will be able to hold you there. You make your way over to settle into his lap, your legs hanging over the wooden arm of his throne.
"I heard something.. interesting about you." you state playfully.
"Those useless imps of mine have been gossiping again, I take it." Crowley mutters, rubbing a rough palm across your thigh soothingly. "Care to expand?"
You have to suppress a giggle.
"What?" he asks questionably, amused by your reaction.
"Nothing. Just the word that you used.. expand." you can't help the sniggers that escape your mouth as you speak. "It's uhh.. relevant to what I have heard."
Crowley blinks, until a flicker of realisation flashes across his face. "Ah.. I see."
"Yes," he juts out his chin, keeping up a nonchalant demeanour. "To be blunt."
You can't help but laugh at his choice of words again.
"Oh really, must you be so crude?" Crowley scoffs, shaking his head.. but a smirk pulls at the corners of his lips. "You minx. You're trying to tease me."
"Hmm," you tilt your head tauntingly. "Maybe."
"Well, it's not working." he purrs. Crowley leans toward you a little more, his eyes misting over with vermillion red before his regular ones dip to your lips.
"I just find it a little funny," you say, and you don't miss his not-so subtle peek at your mouth. "You're the King.. you have authority over all of Hell. You present yourself so.. suavely. Yet, the reason that you're here is due to a crossroads deal that you made as a human.. for a bigger cock, no less."
"The choices I made as a mortal were no longer relevant once I became a demon," Crowley's intonation is a low drawl that makes your skin crawl in a tantalising way. "Background checks don't exist in Hell, pet."
"Was it really worth ten years of your life?" you question him.
"Does it look like it matters now?" he gestures to his surroundings with a flick of his wrist. "I'm the King of Hell, love. This is worth more than one measly year of a human life."
"Aw, poor Fergus." you pout exaggeratedly.
"..and you've been conversing with my mother, why am I not surprised?" Crowley scoffs, before sighing in mock frustration. "Is there anybody you haven't gossiped with today?"
You try your best to hold back your giggles, and you roll your head into the crook of his shoulder as you look up at him in amusement. "Oops, sorry.. Fergus."
Crowley squeezes your thigh with the palm of his hand. The action paired with the intense look he gives you is almost like a warning. "Call me that name again, and I'll have you over my knee."
"Do you promise?" you bat your eyelashes sweetly, choosing to act oblivious to your own teasing.
"You're impossible." Crowley murmurs, a smug smile still pulling at his lips. He's enjoying the back and forth between you both, although he'd never admit it.
"Tell me," your voice drops to almost a whisper, moving your head upright from your previous leaning position on his shoulder. Your words are spoken millimetres near his mouth. "Was it already big before, or were you just abnormally.. small?
"Since you're so fixated on the details," Crowley hums sardonically. "Why don't you feel for yourself what cost me my soul?"
Keeping fervent eye contact with him, your hand begins to slide down over his sheened tie and pristine suit jacket. Your fingers catch on a thick belt buckle before reaching his clothed bulge beneath black trousers. You squeeze, and he growls lowly in response to the arousing sensation.
"Oh, you were greedy." your lips brush against his as ragged breaths escape you. Your statement elicits a chuckle to rise deep from Crowley's throat, his teeth baring as he does so. His eyelids are seized shut, completely immersed by your touch.
"That was me," Crowley agrees, his hand withdrawing from your thigh to cover your own that presses against his growing length, urging and coaxing you to squeeze harder. Of course, you oblige. "A greedy, sinful man."
Before you have the chance to think of a witty response, Crowley captures your lips in a deep and passionate open-mouthed kiss. What a sweet and gratifying reward it is to feel his tongue tease and play with yours following the slow build up of tension that had submerged the room from your shared power play. It is what Crowley likes the most about you, that you're not afraid to challenge him.. but he's never truly broken.
Well, not until his lips meet yours.
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