Alone at Last

Chapter 2

Summary: This is the second installment of Alone At Last, as requested. The reader discovers Crowley outside her door after the events of the previous part and things get heated.

Pairing: Crowley/Reader

Character: Crowley

Reader Gender: Female

Word Count: 2,785 (but mostly smut)

Warnings: Smut (lots of it), oral, unprotected sex, cursing

Fic:

Your POV

"Crowley? What the Hell?" you practically screamed as you took in the sight in front of you. He was leaning against the wall opposite from you, one hand wrapped in his hair, the other around his cock. Crowley's eyes opened wide in surprise and turned toward you. In an instant, you realized you were naked and your hands flew up to cover yourself. You hadn't expected anyone to be in the bunker so you figured that going to the bathroom down the hall without any clothes on wouldn't be a problem. Now you regretted your decision.

"Y/N!" Crowley yelped, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Crowley moved to pull his pants up from the floor, finding it difficult to both complete the action and cover himself at the same time. "I... I should go," Crowley stuttered. That was weird. You'd never heard the King of Hell stutter, he was always so confident. You supposed this situation was making him nervous too.

He had been outside your door, jerking off to the sounds you made.What all did he hear? You couldn't help but wonder. Seeing him like this made some of the nervousness you normally felt around him melt away.

"Wait," you say before he could pull his pants up all the way. How theHell had your day ended up like this? After Crowley had left, you had gotten in a small fight with the Winchesters. You wanted to go on the hunt with them but they wouldn't let you; they said that Crowley adding extra names to the list could be a sign of a trap. A trap they refused to lead you into. They had told you that Crowley was right when he said that hunting with them could be dangerous, but you had already known and accepted that fact. Despite this, you had finally relented, knowing that the brothers would be safer if they didn't have to worry about your safety. Even though you knew that Sam and Dean could be right about the trap, you weren't happy about it. Crowley had been a constant source of fantasies ever since you'd met him, and the thought that he would intentionally lead you into a trap was too hard to wrap your head around.

As soon as you had said your goodbyes to Sam and Dean and the bunker's garage door had closed, you went straight to your room. Even though the bunker was empty, you shut your door and locked it. Habit you supposed. You threw yourself on the bed and shut your eyes. Images of Crowley began to flash before you. And your hands began to wander over your body as you thought about him. You didn't know him very well, everything you heard about him came from Dean, Sam, and Cas, so you were sure there was more to him than they told you. They told you all the bad things he had done; they told you he was dangerous. Of course he's dangerous, he's the King of Hell, you had thought to yourself, but that only made him more intriguing. Before you knew it, you were completely naked and pleasuring yourself to thoughts of Crowley and the things he would do to you. You were sure that mouth of his could be used for things other than sass and that sexy accent of his. By the end of it, you were disheveled and sweaty, definitely in need of a shower.

Now here you were, naked in the hallway with Crowley, in a very compromising position, standing across from you. "You don't have to go," you say.

"I... I don't?" he replies, stuttering again.

"No," you say, slowly feeling more and more confident than you usually did around Crowley. Normally you were completely shy around him, afraid to even look at him for too long because you might give your thoughts and feelings away. Now though, seeing him like this, you felt a little surer of yourself. Maybe he had the same feelings for you that you had for him. There was only one way to find out, and now was your chance. If you let him leave now, he might never come back. You might never get another chance to speak with him alone. "You look like you could use a little help," you say, smirking as you walk toward him and reach for his hands. Your voice held steady, but your body betrayed you as your hands shook slightly, please don't let him notice.