'Til We Meet Again - Crowley x Reader

Chapter 35

***Smut Warning***

Thursday, Two Days to the End of the World

Crowley's luxurious apartment provided a cozy, dimly lit refuge from the escalating chaos outside. Y/N settled comfortably on the plush couch, her gaze flitting around the room, taking in the numerous eccentricities that made the space uniquely his. The ambience was both mysterious and inviting, creating a sense of refuge from the tumultuous world they were currently navigating.

Crowley, with his usual finesse, poured a glass of rich red wine. He poured a glass of fine whiskey for himself.  Y/N watched Crowley's skilled hands work the bottle and glass with intrigue. The amber liquid flowed into the glass, and the intoxicating aroma wafted through the room.

Crowley grabbed the glasses and swaggered over to where Y/N was seated. He handed her the wine with a sly smile. Crowley settled down next to Y/N before raising his own glass in a mock toast. "To the end of the world," he offered, the edges of his lips curling upwards.

Y/N clinked her glass against his, savouring the irony in their toast. They each took a sip of their respective drinks before settling in, ready to relish the company of the other.

They drank, the comforting warmth of the alcohol spreading through their bodies and making the impending chaos feel almost manageable. Conversation flowed naturally between them as they talked about anything and everything.

As Y/N finished her wine and gently placed the glass on the table, Crowley couldn't help but wear a sly grin. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with playful amusement. "You know, Y/N, you were quite bold at the Tadfield Manor today."

Y/N's eyes sparkled mischievously, and her grin widened. "Yes, it's a shame we were interrupted, isn't it?"

Crowley's expression turned devilish, his eyes locking onto hers. "Indeed, my dear. But I'm curious, where exactly were you planning to take things with your little performance?"

Y/N's tone held a hint of playful teasing as she leaned in closer to him. "Oh, that's a secret, dear Crowley," she replied, her voice dripping with allure.

The demon's wicked grin only deepened. "Well, then," he purred, "I suppose I'll have to find out for myself."

Without hesitation, Crowley finished the last sip of his whiskey, placing the glass next to Y/N's wine. In one smooth movement, Crowley pulled Y/N onto his lap, their closeness now more intimate and tantalising.

Their lips met with an intensity that could set fire to any room, igniting a passionate exchange that spoke of a desire that had been simmering. Tongues danced in fervent rhythm, and their breaths mingled as they deepened the kiss, unable to get enough of each other.

Crowley, however, couldn't help but pause for a moment, withdrawing slightly from Y/N's enticing lips. A wicked grin crossed his face as he playfully admonished her. "You know, my dear," he purred, his voice low and husky, "it was quite rude of you to tease me earlier today."

He leaned in, capturing Y/N's bottom lip between his teeth for a fleeting nibble, before continuing. "I think it's high time you learn a lesson or two."

With a devilish glint in his golden eyes, Crowley quickly flipped Y/N over, laying her down on the couch with a seductive ease. Their chemistry was palpable, an electric charge that pulsed between them. They came together, their lips locking in a passionate, searing kiss. Crowley's cool, ethereal energy mixed with the warmth of Y/N's touch, creating a heady blend of sensations that sent shivers down their spines.

Crowley's hands moved gently but insistently, exploring the contours of Y/N's body, caressing with an intimacy that words could never fully convey. His touches and kisses were both sweet and sinful.

Crowley reached down to his belt. He undid it with ease and pulled it from his pants with a swift motion. Before Y/N could comprehend what was happening, Crowley held her wrists, his grasp strong and determined. Y/N tried to wriggle free, but Crowley's hold was uninterrupted. Crowley paused his attack on Y/N's lips, using his free hand to loop the belt onto itself to create a bind for Y/N's wrists. He placed it over her wrists, tightening the restraints. Crowley leaned back, admiring his work before continuing to kiss Y/N. He smashed his lips against hers, beginning their tantalising dance again. Crowley's cool lips clashed with the warmth of Y/N's, their mouths melded together in a fervent dance. Crowley snapped his fingers and their clothes disappeared.

Without warning, Crowley plunged his cock into Y/N's wet folds. Y/N let out a breathless moan as her walls adjusted to Crowley's size. But Crowley didn't give her a second to regain herself as he began a merciless pace, pulling out completely before roughly thrusting his length back inside of her. Y/N tried to grab Crowley, but he held her bound wrists above her head.

"Now, now, Angel," he purred in her ear, "No touching." Crowley began to nibble her earlobe, before moving down to her neck, where he sucked her sweet spot.

"Crowley!" Y/N moaned as a sudden rush of pleasure overwhelmed her.

"That'll teach you for teasing me," Crowley growled breathlessly, as he wrapped a hand around her throat.

Y/N felt the all too familiar knot building in her core. She moaned as her senses became overwhelmed and her vision started to blur. Y/N managed to grab a pillow behind her; she dug her nails into the soft fabric in an attempt to retain control of her ever-fleeting thoughts. Crowley watched as Y/N slowly came undone below him. With a wicked grin, he increased his brutal pace.

The knot in Y/N's core tightened, to the point where she thought if it snapped, it would break her completely.

"Cr- Crow-" Y/N gasped as the knot snapped and her walls tightened around his cock. Her vision blurred as the ecstasy of her release washed over her.

Crowley's thrusts became sloppy as he, too, found his release. He moaned Y/N's name as he rode out his orgasm.

Crowley's face bore a sappy grin as he admired Y/N's breathless, shaking body below him. He kissed her forehead tenderly before reaching up and releasing Y/N's restraints. Y/N, finally free of her bonds, wasted no time in running her fingers through his messy hair. Crowley gazed into her love-filled eyes, wanting nothing more than to gaze into them every day for the rest of his life.

Their lips found each other again in a gentle kiss. Crowley, ever the demon with a heart not entirely devilish, wrapped his arms around Y/N. He flipped them over so that she was lying on his chest. He pulled her closer into a comforting embrace.

Y/N nestled into Crowley's arms, finding solace in his touch. Their hearts beat in synchrony as they cuddled, each moment a reminder that even in the face of impending doom, love could still be found in the quiet moments shared between two souls.

In the embrace of the night, they found a sanctuary of love and connection, taking refuge in the simple yet profound act of being together. Their breaths fell into a gentle, shared cadence, and in each other's arms, they found a fleeting escape from the uncertainties that lay ahead, a precious haven of love amidst the chaos of the world.