Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<petty payback> (crowley x reader)

Summary: After trapping and teasing your good friend, the king of hell, he waits until your unsuspecting to get his payback.

*smut warning*

"So, you boys said Charlie called about some freaky deaky murders?" You said as you walked up to the boys. Dean nodded, holding a finger up in your direction. You stifled a scoff as you held his and Sammy's beers in your hand. You wave your hand at Dean, who lifts the phone from his ear and into your view. You make an odd face and mouth a sorry as you walked over to Sam. Dean dramatically shook his head at you and returned the phone to his ear.
"Yes ma'am, me and my partner are currently looking into the murders. We'll be on our way and in town by tomorrow. Thank you." He pulls the phone away and sets it on the table as you handed Sam his beer.
"Sorry, Dean. I didn't see that you were on the phone with..." you trail off, expecting him to fill you in as you walk over and hand him the beer.
"A very snooty deputy who was being a real bitch about giving me the information." Dean groans, twisting the top off of his beer before taking a long sip. You nod, pulling up a seat in the middle of the table so you could face both of the boys, "so what're you thinking? Vamp?" You blink before leaning forward and resting your arms on the table with a yawn.
"Um.. yeah- (y/n) did you get any sleep last night?" Sam asks.
You groan and drop your face into your arms, "like an hour. My head was pounding."
"And you didn't get up to get anything?" Dean asks sincerely.
"I did, and it didn't work. My ears are still ringing." You huff, slowly lifting your head back up, "I think it's best if you guys go and do this yourselves. You know how to handle yourselves, and I wouldn't wanna slow you guys down or slip up." You smile at the boys.
"Alright, well then I guess we better be on our way." Dean nods, slowly standing up from his seat. You nod and rise to your feet. Dean walks over and offers you a side hug, rubbing his hand over your back. You smile and pat the broad space between his shoulder blades before turning to Sam who's patiently waiting for his hug.
"Come here you big idiot." You snicker as you open your arms. Sam smiles and walks over, holding you to his chest, "get some sleep and don't forget to eat." He rubs your back as Dean did and pulls away. You smile up at him and reach to ruffle your hand though his hair. He chuckled and swatted your hand away. You grin.
"Call me when you kill the mothetfuckers so I know I don't have to drive down to save you again." You snicker. You always nagged the boys about that. It was only once, when the boys tried to handle a vamp nest alone and ended up getting jumped. You had to call a few other hunters so you could go and save them.
"Oh shut up, we aren't that dumb anymore." Dean groans, clapping his hand over your shoulder.
"Yeah, says you. Far as I know your the one who got you and Sam stuck there." You snicker, turning around and playfully punching Deans arm. Dean steps away and wags a finger at you.
"Don't start now." He glares.
You and Dean had a playful sort of brother-sister bond. You would settle ties with arm wrestle wars or would wrestle until the other tapped out. And you often played little pranks on each-other despite your truces.
"Fine, but when you get back it's on. Now get out of here, and come back in one piece." You grin before turning around and grabbing their beers off of the table. You took Deans and had a sip of it. You lifted your beer in a wave as the boys walked out. You stayed leaning against the table until they both walked out of the door. You placed the beer down and jumped around. You had actually slept extremely well last night without any headaches. You just wanted to have a few days to lounge around and have fun. You grabbed Deans beer again and started to walk out of the library, into the map room, and down the hall to your right. You knew that the bunker was absolutely huge, just you rarely took any time to explore it. You find yourself stopped in front of the room the boys often used for interrogations. You opened the door and stared at the table. It seemed their last call was to Crowley. You and Crowley clicked the first time you met. Sure, he was a tad bit deceitful at times but he was a posh guy and his attitude was hilarious. He was a sassy Scottish bastard. Whenever the boys were out in a hunt they insisted they couldn't bring you on, you would call on Crowley and hang out until they returned. You also called him when you were out on the town just finding something to do in between hunts. You really enjoyed his company, and despite what they boys may have thought, he really was a decent guy. You walked into the room and walked over to the table. You lit the candles with the lighter on the edge of the table and repeated the summoning ritual you only heard Sam and Dean say a thousand times. You finished it and glanced around, waiting for Crowley to pop up. You turned around to look at the door, walking over to peer into the hallway.
"Hello, Sweetheart." You hear Crowley hum with his thick Scottish drawl. You smile and turn around to look at him as he stood in the demon trap. You skip over and grab your beer.
"Wanna hang out? The boys are gonna be gone for a week or so and I'd like some company. And we both now you get bored sorting out paperwork in hell." You smile before reaching your foot forward and scratching off a bit of the paint from the trap so he could get out.
"Hm, well let me think about that. The boys will kill me if they find out we've been hanging out together, they'll lock you in your room for an eternity or more... sounds fun." He smiled. You clap your hands the best you could with your beer.
"Great. I was thinking I could cook something up and we could hang out and talk. Probably watch a movie in my room, since Dean still hasn't fixed the tv in his 'man cave' thing." You huff. That room was so cozy and Dean still hadn't fixed the tv, even after months of you begging.
"Let me cook doll, you can go and get the movie ready." He nods before stepping out. You smiled and turned around to walk out of the room with him, his hand sliding over your hips as you parted ways. You looked down at your feet as you walked to your room, your face flooding with heat. You and Crowley flirted normally, your feelings for each other were always adamant. It just seemed like neither of you know how to pop the question or admit your feelings. You walk to your room and set up your bed, grabbing the led remote and dimming the lights, switching them to a deep orange. You walked over to the corner of your room where you stored the extra blankets in their own little chest. You flipped up the latch and pushed the hefty top off to pull out a thick red velvety blanket. You walked back to your bed after closing the chest and situated the blanket over your old flowery comforter. You looked down at your set up and clapped your hands. You skipped out of your room and down the halls to see how Crowley was doing. You silently prayed that it wasn't anything to special, you liked simple little meals. The smell of fries and chicken hit you immediately.
"Oh, you know me so well." You laugh as you lazily hop down the steps and into the kitchen where Crowleys preparing a plate of chicken fingers and curly fries. You lean around him to grab a fry, popping it in your mouth before realizing just how hot it was.
"Mo-hhh-my moughth-" You tried desperately to suck in some air to cool down the fry in your mouth, hopping around the kitchen while Crowley laughed. You managed to swallow it, sticking your tongue out and laying your hands in your hips. "That was hot." You laughed awkwardly.
Crowley is kneeled down on the ground laughing, holding a hand over his face.
"You bloody idiot, they were still crackling." He let's out a whining laugh as he finally stands back up. You groan and walk over, swatting him over his head.
"Hey! Watch the merchandise." He hissed.
"Let me take my plate and watch a movie in peace without you laughing at me." You glared playfully. He nodded and held the plate out for you.
"Thanks Cro." You smile, leaning forward to peck his cheek before turning around and walking out, Crowley walking out behind you. You quickly shuffled down to your room and tried to balance the plate on your hand to open the door.
"Let me." Crowley quickly rushed over, reaching out in front of you to open the door, "after you love." He smiled. Crowley may have had his moments but he truly was a gentleman. You did a fake little curtsy and walked into your room, glancing back at Crowley.
"You better take those ugly shoes off before you get in my bed." You snicker.
"Ug- doll these are handcrafted." He argued.
"Doesn't mean their pretty." You laugh. You flip the covers back and slip into your bed, seating yourself against the headboard closest to the wall. Crowley turns to shut your door and slip his shoes off. He walks over to you and gets settled into the bed on your right.
"So, any idea what we're watching yet?" Crowley lifts his arms as you lay your legs over his. He placed them back down once you were cozied up.
"I'm thinking Forrest Gump, it's a cute movie after all." You nod, pulling apart the chicken fingers so they could cool down.
"Sounds like a plan." Crowley smiled at you before taking the remote off of your end stand. He clicks through the movies before he finds Forrest Gump and turns it on. He places the remote back on the end stand and lifts his arm up. You lean forward as he lays his arms over your shoulders. You pick up a fry and pop it into your mouth as you lay your head against his chest.
The movie plays on and you've finished most of your plate. Crowley always seemed to make you to much. You reach around him to set your plate on the end stand. You rest your head back against his chest and wrap your free arm around him. Crowley reaches up to run his fingers through your hair. You smile and snuggle your face into his suit. You watch as Jenny returns to Forrest's home, smiling at how genuine their love was. That had you thinking.
"Crowley?" You blink.
"Yes doll?" He hums.
"What are we doing?" You huff.
"We're watching a movie and snuggling?" He responds quizzically.
"No, like. What are we doing?" You peel your head off of his chest to look up at him. He stares into your (y/e/c) eyes. He sighs and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
"We're doing whatever you want us to." He nods softly. You pull your arm away from him to run your hand over the dark stubble on his face before resting your hand on his cheek. You lean up and gently press your lips into his, letting your eyes shut as he slides his rough hands over the soft skin of your face. You slowly peel the covers off and climb over Crowley, keeping your lips connected as you slipped out of the bed. You slowly pulled away and walk backwards to the door. Crowley's eyes never leave you.
"What're you doing?" He chuckled.
"If you can catch me you can be my boyfriend." You turn around and fling the door open, running down the hall. You let out a squeal as you hear Crowley chase after you.
"It's so on!" Crowley yells.
You race down the hall, your socks slipping against the tiles as you turn down another hall. You run to the end and turn around the corner, listening as Crowley runs past the hallway you just ran down. You device a plan. You quickly run out from behind the corner and back into the hall Crowley ran off on. You race past the rooms and stop at the room you summoned Crowley in. You ran in and fixed the demon trap, walking in and waiting for Crowley. It takes a few minutes before you can hear his feet racing down the hall. He runs past the door. You hear the steps stop.
"Oooh, I found you." He grins as he steps back into the doorway. He fixed his suit and began walking over. You smirk. You lift off your shirt, leaving you in your shorts and bra. Crowley hasn't seen even this much of you yet. His pace quickens as he walks toward you, and into the trap. You walk a circle around him, stepping just outside the trap. He doesn't seem to notice and tries to walk after you. He stops abruptly and looks down at the trap.
"Bullocks." He hisses before looking back up at you. You grin and pull your shirt back over you. Crowley glares. You lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. You smirk. You have him stuck in there, so what else could you do now that your plan worked? You pulled your lips off of his and pressed them against his cheek, to his jaw, and down to his neck. Crowley let's out a deep hum, tilting his head to the side as you continued to litter kisses down his neck. You can see Crowley's hands ball into fists at his sides, irritated that he couldn't hold you. You giggled.
"Why don't you let me out and we can have a little fun?" Crowley purrs, you can feel his smirk on your cheek.
"Eh," you shrug, sliding your hand down his suit to palm him through his dress pants, "I think I'd rather see what your like when you have to wait." Crowley groans. You pull your hand away and take your lips away from him. His nostrils flare as he tips his chin up as he stares at you. You wink and turn around. You walk out of the room and return to yours. You sigh, closing the door and leaning back against it. You probably hated waiting for Crowley more then he did you. You groaned and peeled yourself off of the door, walking back to your bed. You reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it off over your head. You grabbed your pants and peeled them off, leaving you in the soft grey spandex boxer shorts. You slid under the covers, propping yourself up on the head board as you finished your movie. You ended up falling asleep before it finished.
You yawned, stretching your arms out as you woke up. You lean back into what you thought to be your pillows, but you can feel the rise and fall of the thing your laying against. You try to fling yourself out of the bed but it feels as if your legs are stuck. You close your eyes and let out a sigh.
"Miss me?" Crowley chimes in behind you, his hands gripping your waist.
"How the hell did you get out anyway?" You blink. You can feel your heart flutter in your chest when you realized how exposed you are. You glance down, yours legs open. You curse, trying your best to close them, but it's as if their pinned to the bed.
"I called on one of my followers." He hums against your ear, shuddering as his breath creeps down your neck. His hands reach further down and massage the plush skin on your inner thighs. Your jaw clenches and you turn your head to the wall. You don't know why but you just can't bring yourself to look at him with how his hands made you feel.
"Is kitten shy?" Crowley whispers into your ear. You hiss out through your teeth, your brows furrowing as Crowley swipes a hand over your core, his fingertips brushing lightly over your clit. You curse yourself as your body shudders. You were trying to hide the way he was making you feel, but you can already feel the moisture build up in your panties. Your sure Crowley can feel it too as he cups your heat. Crowley brings one of his hands up, sliding it over the bare skin of your stomach and over your bra.
"Fuck you, Crowley." You huff out, your breath catching in your chest as he slides a hand under your bra to massage your breasts.
"Oh, well aren't you a fiery one?" Crowley chuckled deeply as he slides his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You whisper out a curse as your hips buck up into his hands.
"You see, you act like you don't like it," Crowley flicks his thumb over one of your sensitive nubs, "but your body sure does enjoy it." You let out a hum, determined to hide what he was doing to you. You were far to stubborn to give in. Crowley wraps his lips around your neck, sucking gently on the soft skin as his hand dips under your underwear. You suppress a whine as his fingers run over your already heavily slicked folds.
"Ah, I knew you liked it." Crowley purrs, pressing the tip of his finger into your pulsing entrance. You let out a whine, biting your lip.
"I know you want me to keep going." He purrs, slowly pumping only the tip of his finger into you, "all you have to do is say you want it." You wriggle under Crowley's hands, as much as you can with your legs and hips being held down by whatever force he was using on you.
"I can't." You mutter. Trying to buck your hips up to press his fingers further into you. He 'tsk's at you and pulls his fingers away, circling your entrance. Crowley pinches one of your highly sensitive nubs.
"Fuck, Crowley." You whimper. You just want him to get it over with, but you know he'll just hold out until you admit what you want.
"Just say it love, and all this teasing will be over." Crowley presses his lips against your jaw.
"Fine, fine," your hips buck again, "I want you, Crowley. I want you so, so bad." You grumble, pressing the back of your head against his shoulder.
"Wasn't that easy?" Crowley smirks as he dips a finger into your sopping heat. He lets out a groan as he feels just how wet you are. You whine, biting onto your lip as Crowley pumps a finger into you. You can't help but writhe under his touch, needing more of him.
"Crowley. More, please." You plead, reaching your hand up to tangle in his hair.
"Since you asked so nicely." Crowley inserts a second finger, curling them against your wet heat. You press your hips down on his hand.
"Ah, Ah, ah. Up." Crowley used the hand he had buried in your heat to hoist your hips back up. You gasp, the pressure of his fingers pulling you up kneading into a surprisingly sensitive spot.
"Ah, I'd never expect a pretty little lady like yourself to like it rough." He growls into your ear, quickening his pace and thrusting his fingers into with harder strokes. You try desperately to bring your legs up to wrap around his hand, but to no avail. Your body shudders against Crowley. The bundle of nerves between your legs screams for more. You bring your hand down, feverishly circling your fingers over your own clit. Crowley brings his hand away from your chest and swats your hand away.
"Only I get to touch." Crowley hissed as he brushes his fingers over your clit in delicate circles. You let out a shuddering moan as your walls begin to flutter around Crowley's expert hands.
"Look at me." Crowley orders.
You groan and shake your head.
"Do it or I stop." Crowley grins, slowing his pace. You whine and quickly whip your head around to look up at him. He smiles down at you and returns to the normal pace. He quickly plunges his fingers into you, curling his digits against your heat with every hard stroke. Your head falls against his shoulder as his eyes burn into your pleased features. You bring your hand down to grip his thigh, firmly pressing your fingers into the fabric of his pant leg as your walls begin to shudder and clench around his skilled fingers. Feeling your impending climax, he speeds up his pace and presses his lips into yours. Your core pulses and your legs are released as you climax. Your legs come up to squeeze around his hand as your walls clench around him. Crowley's lips swallow your cries as he gently curls his fingers inside of you, easing you off of your high. You heave out a sigh as you sink back into Crowley, your body still shuddering as his hands pull away from you. You catch your breath as rest your head against Crowley's chest.
"I suppose waiting was the right approach?" Crowley hums.
"Don't say that, I might just make you wait again." You chuckle sleepily.
Crowley wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You shift slightly. Crowley slips his hands under you and brings his legs under you. He rests you on his lap. He lays his arms over your waist and brings a hand up to gently brush his fingers through your hair. You'd told Crowley before that you play with your hair if you can't sleep, and he seems to use it to his advantage. You hum as you wrap an arm around Crowley. He pressed his lips into the top of your head.
"Does this make me your boyfriend?" Crowley inquires quietly.
"I sure hope it does." You respond sleepily, nuzzling your face up into the crook of his neck. Crowley reaches for the remote to turn something on. You lift your head up and press your lips out. Crowley chuckled at you before leaning his head down to kiss you.
"Nap, sweetheart. You deserve it." Crowley smiles down at you as he guides your head back down. You snuggle your head back into the nook of his neck and drift off to sleep.

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