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You’d gotten used to these dingy motels over the years. The smells, the stains, hell- even the noises from the rooms next to yours didn’t bother you anymore. This was the life of a hunter and you were well aware of what it’d be like before you joined up with Sam and Dean all those years ago.
You loved those boys, they were the brothers you wished you had while growing up, the only family you could rely on anymore. They’d saved you on a hunt early on in their search for their father and while they left your life for a time, the supernatural did not.
Monster after monster came your way, and every town you came to after meeting the boys seemed to be infested with things out to kill you.
Maybe it’d always been like that, maybe your eyes had finally been opened to what really lurked around every corner.
It was a year or two later that you ran into the boys again, and like clockwork it seemed to keep happening until they decided to just let you tag along with them. Because if you kept running into things out to kill you, why not save some trouble and stick with the people who could kill monsters?
So here you are now, smack dab in the middle of something you’d never thought possible with those same two men.
And their suddenly ever present tag along, the demon king Crowley.
The same one they’d just dragged through the door.
“____, close the door and clear off a bed would you?” With another quick look at the bloody man they were holding up, you did just that, wincing slightly as they unceremoniously dropped the demon onto the bed.
“Geeze guys, what the hell did you do to him?”
“Hey now, we did nothing. The idiot just made a few too many smart assed comments during a hunt and the bitch in charge didn’t like that.” Dean’s voice came as he made his way to the bathroom, cleaning himself up slightly as Sam gathered another bag and made for the door again.
“Keep an eye on him would you, ___? We have to go make sure we got them all, we’ll be back later-possibly tomorrow if we find anyone.”
You gave an okay and watched the taller man shoot you a quick smile, his older brother following behind and leaving you alone with a teasing wink.
Just another day in the life of a hunter.
With a sigh you slowly turned to look at the bloody body on the bed next to you, wincing slightly as you noted the beating he must have endured.
“Damn it Crowley, you’re mouth really got you in trouble this time, didn’t it?”
“You…you could say that love, or you could…say that it got us exactly what we needed.” His pained voice filled the room and you quickly gathered a wet cloth from the bathroom, frowning as his hooded eyes looked up into yours with a smirk.
“Just be quiet for a while and let me clean you up, you can brag about getting the information later Crowley.” You shot him a glare as he opened his mouth to continue and were quite pleased to see him actually listen to you for once. Usually he’d do anything possible to get on your nerves, from rambling on about nothing to insulting you with that damned look of utter enjoyment, especially when you snapped and yelled at him for it.
King of hell or not, you’d never been scared to put him in his place.
Maybe that was why he sought you out so often?
Taking the cloth and moving to sit next to him on the bed, you gently cupped his face with one hand while wiping the dirt and blood off with the other. You could feel his eyes watching you, his full attention weighing heavily on your shoulders as you continued to clean his face.
He was rather…handsome for a demon.
Well, you found him rather handsome anyway, especially when those lips you were lightly cleaning pulled into that irritating smirk.
And he was irritating, teasing and …remarkably sexy if you were being honest with yourself.
But you weren’t.
Because Crowley was a demon, the demon.
The king of hell.
And feeling anything for him would be wrong on more levels that you were willing to acknowledge right now.
With a sigh you moved from his face to his neck, pulling his tie loose and cleaning off any blood that had happened to make its way there. You could still feel his gaze on you and it took all you had not to shudder where you sat.
Sitting back slightly and feeling the silence weighing heavily between you two, you looked him over quickly, noting that the only damage left seemed to be a cut on his arm.
“Crowley, can you ditch the shirt and jacket?”
“Trying to get me naked love?”
“Just shut up and do it.” You said exasperatedly, his taunting smirk sending odd tingles through your body as you locked eyes with him for the first time since telling him to be quiet earlier. His eyes were unusually dark, his pupils dilated and seemingly staring into your soul. As you looked into them you could make out the faintest tinge of red but it was gone just as quickly as you noticed it.
You’d always been rather fond of his red eyes…The wicked glint they held capturing your attention immediately each time you saw them, sending chills down your body, just like now.
Feeling a tell-tale dampness beginning to form between your thighs, you clenched them together and heaved out a calming breath.
Now was not the time for things like that, especially with the man responsible laying inches away from you.
Blinking quickly to clear your mind, you raised a brow at the demon before you and watched in confusion as his eyes hooded, his chest moving slowly as he breathed in deeply and-
Was that a growl?
“Uhh, Crowley?” You questioned slowly, noting how tense he’d become. “Your shirt and jac-”
They were gone before you even finished asking again, the low rumble in his chest still continuing as you tried to brush his odd behaviour off, focusing instead on the cut on his arm.
Nothing too big, but it still needed cleaning. Sure the wounds didn’t really matter to him, but you’d rather not have him bleed over everything…
Taking the cloth and finding a clean area, you gently wiped the drying blood away. After his arm was cleaned, you bit your bottom lip lightly, considering the wound for a moment before reaching behind you and pulling the first aid kit from your bag on the bedside table.
His hooded eyes watched your every move as you dropped the wet cloth to the floor, moving closer to him and manoeuvring his arm to your lap for better access. The low rumble started up again as your bare legs brushed his skin, but it barely even registered in your mind as you set to bandaging the cut.
Dean would probably kill you for wasting things like this, but hey, would they rather have an irritated demon complaining about how bloody his suit was? You wouldn’t put it past him to intentionally get it over everything just to spite the brothers.
Tying off the bandage and giving a small grin, you pat his arm lightly and look up to his eyes.
Only to freeze at the shining red that gazed back at you, the rumble in his chest suddenly deafening to your ears as his lips met yours in in a soft caress.
Frozen and unsure of what was going on, you didn’t respond for a few moments. But as one of his hands found the back of your head and tangled in your hair, you found your lips tentatively moving against his own.
His wounded lip felt slightly puffy and hot against yours, but it was quickly forgotten as his tongue found its way to your own, mapping out your mouth and drawing an embarrassing sound from you as he went. Your arms slowly came up from your sides to wrap around his shoulders, your hands lightly gripping his hair as he tilted his head a little more before pulling back.
His breath mingled with your own as you both panted, his red, hellish eyes locked on your form, mapping out your flustered face as you tried to catch your breath.
“___,” his spare hand languidly trailed down your side, his forehead coming to rest against your own as he closed his eyes and took as deep breath of your scent. “You have no idea how disgustingly…good it feels to have you touch me.”
“What-”
“Shhh love, I’m talking.” He snaps slightly, the hand on your side coming to rest on your thigh before giving it a slightly harsh squeeze.
“All this time I’ve pulled at your pigtails, I’ve done my best to make you even look at me.”
His lips brushed against your own for a moment before retreating as you began to respond.
“I’ve spent unnecessary time with those two morons, I’ve put off deals and plans- All to see your face for a few moments.”
His nose nudged your own for a second before you suddenly find yourself underneath him, your eyes widening in shock as his body covered your own lightly.
“Because,” Crowley began, his breath hot against your lips as he continued muttering. It was only then that you noticed the hand on your thigh had moved to cup your mound through your shorts. As you let out a soft whine and shuddered, you swore he did the same. His eyes were still shut tightly as you looked up at him, fighting to keep your hips still and not lean into his hand. “Because I find myself pining after you like a damned dog in heat!”
“Crowley…please look at me.” You began, shuddering again as he pressed his hand against your centre harder, his eyes cracking open to look into your own as the dampness of your panties began to show on your shorts. “What’s going on with you? Why are you acting like this?”
“It’s you. Everything about you! Your body, your attitude- the way you don’t back down when we go at it. It’s that bloody scent of yours, the way you look at me…” With a snap of his fingers your shorts and shirt were gone, leaving you in only your underwear.
“___, I’ve tried to ignore it, god have I tried.” His lips ghosted over your own for a moment before he pulled back with a scowl. “I’ve tried to fight it, tried to sleep it out with others,so many others. But the second I see you it starts all over again!”
“What are you-” You were cut off by his hand slipping under your panties, his skilled fingers rubbing against you in a way that made you clench your thighs together around his hand with a cry.
“I EVEN GET JEALOUS WHEN YOU FLIRT WITH THOSE MORONS! ME! The king of hell! Ishouldn’t feel this way over a damned human, but by god I want to gut each man who so much as looks at you! And just look at you here, so wet for me, so willing…” the hand in your hair moved to cup your cheek and tilt your head up as he kissed a path down your neck, nipping harshly and making you jumps as he took the opportunity to sink a finger into your warmth.
“I tried to fight this ___, I tried. But then you just had to go and fucking care! You had to look at me so softly, you just had to act like you didn’t want to see me hurt. THIS is all your fault. I’ve never felt like this before, I’ve never bloody well cared!” A second finger found its way inside you, moving harshly and making you wither beneath him, your mouth unable to let out more than incoherent whines and pleads as his palm rubbed against you in the most delicious way. “And now…”
Your eyes went wide, gazing up into his red orbs as he possessively loomed over you, the coil in your lower body tightening to an almost painful point before he whispered against your lips.
“Now you’re mine. And I’m never letting you go ___.”
And like that, his hand was gone, leaving you whimpering and wound up beneath him as he sat back slightly.
“Crowley-Crowley please…”
“What was that love? I can’t hear you I’m afraid.” You watched as he slowly looked at the hand that had been between your thighs before bringing him fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Crowley, please, I’ve been thinking about you too!” You confessed, watching as he continued cleaning his fingers. “Ever since we went to get the colt from you I’ve had this…this feeling.”
“A feeling? Please, do go on.”
“I…I miss you when you’re gone, I get scared when I haven’t seen you for weeks, and when you smile at me I feel…I just- Crowley please! I need you!” You whimpered out, only to freeze as you suddenly felt your legs being pulled apart, a growl filling the room as the king of hell pressed his naked form against your own with a snap of his fingers.
He was breathing heavily, his erection hard and hot as he rubbed against your folds, a deep groan falling from his lips as he kissed his way down to your heaving chest.
“Mine.”
“Plea-”
“Mine.”
He entered you before you could even finish your plead, a cry falling from your lips as his mouth closed around one of your nipples, his hands moving to hold your hips as his chest continued to rumble softly.
“Ah! C-Crowley!”
“Just like that love.” He said against your breast, withdrawing slightly before rolling his hips and entering you again, his length stretching you and making you moan loudly with every thrust. “Say my name. Mine. No other name is ever going to fall from those lips again ___, your pretty little pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.”
He slowly picked up his pace, his body covering your own as he sucked and bit at your breasts, intent on leaving marks in his wake. With every roll of his hips, with every word that left his mouth, you could feel yourself losing control, the tight knot in your abdomen threatening to come undone as he came back up and sealed his lips over your own harshly.
A rather loud moan pulled itself from your mouth and with it you felt yourself beginning to tighten around him, your hips rolling against his own without restraint as he pulled back to watch your face as you came undone.
“Say it ___, scream it to the world mate. Who do you belong to!”
“Crowley! I’m yours Crowley, please don’t stop!” You yelled as you came, your eyes falling shut tightly as you shuddered and rocked your hips, Crowley pistoning in and out of you as he continued to watch you, drawing out your orgasm for as long as he could.
You felt him come moments later rather than heard him, his thrusts losing pace then stilling as he let go inside you, his hot seed coating your insides heavily as he panted above you, your bodies still intertwined. Before he slowly pulled out of you he laid a light kiss on your lips, lingering for a moment before rolling to the side.
You opened your eyes after the tremors faded from your body and looked to his face, his hellish eyes half lidded and watching you in silence for a moment before he slowly let out a sigh and gathered you in his arms, pulling your tired form against his body protectively.
“Crowley?”
“Hmmm?” He hummed as he nuzzled the top of your head, his eyes sliding closed as he breathed in your scent, smirking as he picked up his own covering your body.
“That was… ”
“The best you’ve ever had? I know darling, it’s a skill.”
“Sam and Dean are going to kill me for this.” You joked, only to feel his arms tighten painfully around you for a moment, startling you slightly out of your content state.
“They won’t touch you.” The slight snarl in his tone made you shudder against him, your eyes going wide as you registered exactly what just took place between you two. Exactly what he’d called you.
Mate?
“I’ll kill them if they so much as try it.”
What on earth did you just get yourself into?