Prompt; what if Crowley caught you reading fanfiction? (wow original)
Warnings - General smut (not all the way but there WILL hopefully be a part 2)
Your eyes flicker over the screen of Dean’s laptop once more, taking in every word as they fill your head with dirty thoughts.
Crowley thrusts into you, his hilt bottoming out as he lets an animalistic groan escape his lips. His stubble grazes across your neck, small whimpers echoing against him as he begins to move. Your head rests against the crook between his neck and shoulder, his hands holding your waist stable against the wall as he begins to speed up, the moans and groans inevitably becoming louder.
“F-Fuck.. C-Crowley..” You manage to moan between ecstatic breaths, your walls twitching underneath the pressure of his cock. He replies with an almost silent growl, alerting you that he too was close. You explode over him, triggering his orgasm as your walls pulse around him, your chests heaving in synchrony as he slowly pulls away from you, letting you drop to the floor.
“I don’t think you should be reading that, Y/N.” Crowley’s silky voice breaks through your fantasies, you spin your head around to see him judging you from the other side of your room, his lips downturned in a pouty, surprised manner.
“Crowley?!” You practically scream, shutting the laptop quickly in an attempt to hide what you were doing.
“Imagine the surprise on your face.” He muses, watching as your cheeks flush scarlet.
“Oh my God. No way is this- This can’t be happening, right?” You look up at him, your heart in your mouth.
“Oh, it’s happening,” He smirks down at me, “who would’ve guessed? Such an innocent girl outside, such a naughty girl on the inside. It’s shocking, really. Didn’t take you as someone who would do something like that, but I guess even humans have their ways of wishful thinking.”
You look to the floor in a mixture of embarrassment and shame, a desperate attempt to hide the arousal you were feeling in the presence of the man whom you dreamt about. You can’t help but feel the growing ache in the pit of your stomach, you bite your lip to hold back the growing whimper in your throat.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Y/N. It’s not that bad. I mean, imagine if Dean caught you. He’d probably lock you in the panic room for at least a week. The whimper escapes your throat as the room falls silent. Crowley quirks his eyebrow at you, obviously hearing your sound of neediness. He hesitates before speaking.
“Is this turning you on, pet?” Your heart manages to beat even faster, your lips running dry as he takes steps towards you.
“Do you like it when I..” He trails off as he ghosts a finger across your cheek, your eyes meeting his as another whine fills the room. You feel your body shake under Crowley’s overwhelming scent; a mixture of whiskey and aftershave. “Y/N?” Your lip quavers as he gazes down at you, his hand remaining on your chin, tilting you upwards to meet his stubbled face.
“I want you.” You exclaim a little too eagerly, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Your lips connect, the aching in your stomach growing even bigger. He tugs on your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
Parting your lips, his tongue dives inside, painting your tonsils with the sensation of whiskey and lust, your once-calm world falling into a devils trap of craziness.
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