Original Imagine: Imagine Crowley asking you to be his queen after sex (I took some liberties to make it fit with the other parts of the story)
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 2420
A/N: This is an addendum to a three-part fic.You can read Part One, Part Two, and Part Three if you want the whole story, but this part can stand alone and takes place between two and three. Also, my first smut so feedback is greatly appreciated! I take requests.
Crowley’s chambers were spacious to say the least. A king sized bed with an intricately carved cherry wood headboard dominated one wall, the silky gold comforter reflecting dimly in the soft light. The posters were just as beautifully carved as the headboard, with swirling patterns of vines, thorns, and flowers. The canopy was the same fabric as the comforter, casting a warm gleam on the whole room. Nightstands on each side alluded that it was a room for two. The other furnishings were gorgeous, but you barely remembered them. The bed was your sole focus. Once in the center of the room, Crowley turned and kissed you deeply, his soft lips contrasting with his rough stubble.
"Are you sure you’re ready for this, darling?" He tipped your chin up to inspect your face.
"I’m not a virgin, Crowley. Thanks to you, I might add. Yes. I’m sure." Your last words were almost lost in his kiss, his hot breath colliding with your voice as he closed in. Your lips moved in rhythm, your tongues rolling over each other in bliss. His strong hands roamed from your shoulders to the small of your back, pulling you in closer. One hand remained there, as the other marked your ass as his territory with a firm grip. His fingers brushed your thighs, and you could feel the fire lighting in your belly. You pushed higher into his kiss, moaning quietly. He took this as his cue to place both hands under your ass and carry you to the bed, his lips locked to yours the whole time. He lay you gently down and stood looking down at you, your lips parted and eyes begging for him to continue.