Supernatural Imagines

Old Lovers, New Flame Crowley X Reader SMUT

Requested by msdeanwinchester Thank you! SMUT THIS ONE IS A FULL ON SMUT ONE PEOPLE SHIELD YOUR EYES IF YOU DON'T WANNA READ! But continue to keep them open if you do...

This one will be shorter than the usual 1200+ words I usually do since its a smut oneshot, so don't be alarmed!

TRY PLAN D FOR DICK!  I'm so sorry guys.. out of my friend group, all my friends voted me most pervy person. I can't help myself! Well neither can Crowley when he sees you.. HUhuehuehuehue DAMMIT SELF STOP IT!
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 Before you had met the Winchesters, you were a acquaintance of Crowley. You stuck around with him and helped him do his dirty work, since you were his "Queen", and a queen should never to the dirty work. But the Winchester dragged you out of his hell hole, literally you were in hell, and had you hunt with them, but never did you think you would run into him again...

"Finally I have pinned you down, I miss you (Y/N)." Crowley purred in your ear.

You were out late at a small bar just outside of the town were you and the Winchesters went for a little demon hunt. You decided to stop for a few, ahem multiple drinks that night. Since every hunter knows that its not the aspirin that makes the pain go away...

"C-Crowley? What are you doing here?" You stammered, eyes wide. Part of you hoped to never see him again, but that other part still yearned for his fiery touch.

"I heard someone was hunting down my demons I set up here, so I just had to investigate." Crowley leaned a little closer and smirked, you could feel his stubble on your cheek. "And to my surprise yet also to my advantage, I found you. I've missed you, nothing can compare to you and your sweet essence in hell. Come back, just for the night."

Your cheeks tinged pink as you remembered the many love filled nights you had with Crowley, but you told yourself that you were going to stay up on Earth and that's final.

"I don't think so mister. My hell days are over." You said confidently, draining the last of your beer.

"Are you sure? I can change that." Crowley looked over to the bartender and asked for two shots. He handed one to you and held his up. "Just one night, love. I promise I'll return you to those boys in the morning. Just you, me, and a little fun tonight, that's it."

You bit your lip, you really wanted to go, but if Sam and Dean found out you would be dead. But it's Crowley, so why the hell not.

"Deal, but the boys must never know." You grinned clicking your shot glass to his and pouring down.

"Anything for you, my Queen." Crowley grabbed you by the waist and flashed you to his room in hell.

The second you landed on the soft black carpet Crowley had his lips on yours. And damn did you miss his sweet lips on yours. His tongue pushed its way in your mouth, you could taste the liquor on his tongue as it roamed the insides of your mouth. He began to guide you to the bed, pushing you down so that he toppled over you.

"Strip, now." He commanded. You knew this Crowley very well, when came to making love, he called the shots. Otherwise the punishment was severe.

You slowly stripped of your layers, you loved to tease him, going this slow. You stood up, just in your undergarments, and unbuttoned his jacket and undershirt, throwing it off him.

Crowley smirked, his eyes filled with lust. "Don't stop there darling." He guided your hands to the  zipper on his crotch. His hands trailed back up your sides, his smooth fingers caressing your soft skin. You unzipped his pants, already seeing the tent in his dress pants, you smirked.