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The Lion’s Den - Part 1

Summary: Y/N is a high-powered businesswoman, always on the go. With her hours and crazy schedule, she doesn’t have time to date. When she needs companionship, intimacy, or even just a good time, she goes to The Lion’s Den - where no fantasy is too taboo.

Characters: F!Reader x Unnamed Male, Crowley

Warnings: SMUT (off the jump), Car Sex, Protected Sex, Angst, Fluff

KINK: CAR SEX (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 1568

A/N: Part 1 in a new 9-part series made for @anyfandomkinkbingo. Each part will feature a different kink and character pairing.

The windows were fogged up, the air in the confined space humid and thick, in stark contrast to the chill night air just outside. Y/N focused on the cock she was currently riding, hoping to get herself off. Her date kept a steady stream of dirty talk, but she did her best to tune it out, his voice more than a little grating on her ears.

Finding their way to his backseat after dinner, Y/N hoped the strong and handsome man could give her just what her body had been craving. She needed to cum, and not just by her hand or toys as usual. And car sex was usually one of her favorites. Spontaneous, the creaking of the seats, rocking of the vehicle, all giving way to this lustful act.

But it was quickly apparent to her that even though he was packing, he didn’t know what the hell to do with it. He had her laid out on the backseat, his hips pumping a steady rhythm. But he apparently thought his length was enough as he slammed into her again and again.

This was getting her nowhere fast. With a grunt and a light shove, she halted his movements. She pushed and moved him in the backseat until she could ride him, hoping to give them both what they needed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned after just a few short minutes, grabbing tightly onto her hips and stilling her movements as he spilled within the condom.

Great -Y/N thought to herself, disappointed at yet another man who couldn’t last long enough to get her anywhere- Why do I even bother?

She reluctantly righted her clothes as her date smiled at her like a dope. Yeah, she knows how great she was. The problem was she couldn’t find a guy that could give her what she needed, no matter how many dates she went on.

Not that she had much time for dates, or interest really. Her career was all that mattered. She didn’t need anyone or anything else in her life. All she needed was a little relief now and again.

But she was striking out again.

Her date drove her home, with promises to call soon followed by an awkward kiss goodnight.

As she entered her apartment, she leaned her back against the door, groaning at her misfortune. Stripping off her layers as she went, she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, the inviting warmth of the steam filling the small space quickly.

She stepped under the spray, letting it wash over her, chasing away the cold and easing her tension. She wasn’t going to bother with masturbating tonight. It rarely worked anymore anyway, and she did not need to be more frustrated than she was already.

Making her way to bed, she hoped maybe her next encounter would be better.

A week later, she relaxed in her large tub at home, anticipating a quiet weekend. No work that needed immediate attention, no godawful dates to pretend to enjoy. She took a sip of her wine, setting it back on the table she set up by the tub, relaxing back into the warm water, the bubbles giving off a lovely aroma.

Just as she closed her eyes, her phone buzzed on the table. She cursed herself for bringing it in the first place, but old habits died hard.

She sat up, quickly drying her hands and leaning on the edge of the tub as she checked her phone. She perked up, however, when she saw it was an email from The Lion’s Den.

After her failed encounter the week before, she decided to do research on safe and reliable hookups in the area. It wasn’t long before she came across a website for The Lion’s Den, a legalized male brothel in her city.

Intrigued by what the website promised, she submitted an application complete with a photo, hoping to get a coveted interview to become a potential client. The cost wasn’t an issue. She had plenty of money and was willing to spend extra if they were worth it.

Reading through the email, she was elated to find she was accepted for an interview. They wanted to meet with her tomorrow night and scheduled her to talk with someone named Crowley.

She quickly sent a response, confirming the interview. Settling back into the tub she grinned. If all went well, she wouldn’t have to worry about random dates anymore. Hell, by this time tomorrow she could finally have that itch scratched.

When Y/N signed up to join The Lion’s Den as a client, she wasn’t entirely sure what she would be getting. Legalized brothels was a relatively new thing and still gaining ground with new customers. The website provided information, but no pictures.

Arriving at the designated location, she was pleasantly surprised. The exterior was unassuming, except for the security men waiting outside the door. When she gave her name, they opened the door wide for her with brilliant smiles. If the men inside looked anything like the men at the door, she was certainly in for a treat.

The inside, however, was grand. So many people were all around, but it still felt comfortable and not crowded. She let her eyes wander the room. Couples sat about, drinking and chatting, some getting passionate or wandering off to other parts of the facility. She felt charged with energy and ready for a great night.

She was quickly led to one of the tables at the back of the room, her eyes landing on a suited man whose mere presence seemed to command attention.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N,” the man stood from his seat, kissing the back of her hand as he greeted her warmly, ushering her into a seat before settling once more.

“You must be Crowley?”

“At your service,” he smirked at her, pouring her a glass of wine from the bottle on the table, “Please, tell me what brings you to our humble establishment, Ms. Y/L/N.”

Y/N grinned as she accepted the glass, taking a long sip and savoring the rich flavor. The wine, the place, the man before her were all high-class and served to only entice her further.

“Please, call me Y/N,” she insisted, “And to be quite frank, Crowley, I don’t have time or patience for the game of dating.”

“Ah, I understand,” he nodded, knowing her background from her application, “But what was the final straw that brought you to us then?”

“You want details?” Y/N asked, a bit surprised at his forwardness.

Chuckling in understanding he nodded once more, “The more I know the better I can serve you and match you to someone who will meet your needs.”

She hesitated, not sure if he really needed to know all of that information. Couldn’t he just match her with someone available that she thought was attractive? Isn’t that how these things usually worked? Not that she knew. But something about him seemed to cast a spell over her, relaxing her and making her feel compelled to tell him.

“Well, it started as a dinner date,” she began after taking a large drink of her wine, “That part was fine enough. Then we drove and parked and I was excited,” she beamed, “Car sex is so spontaneous and fun,” she admitted, gathering herself to continue her story. Crowley was more than a little amused, but was paying rapt attention, “It started off hot and heavy and I was loving it. But then it was clear he didn’t know what the hell he was going, like most men,” she scoffed with an eye roll.

“Mmm, and were you left unsatisfied?” Crowley’s tone dripped with sin and Y/N clenched her thighs reflexively.

“Which is why I’m here,” she smiled warmly at him.

Crowley sat bat in silence as his eyes trailed over her. She felt as if he was undressing her in the most tantalizing ways. She wondered what he had in store for her. If he would be gentle or rough.

“Yes, I think I know just the man for you,” Crowley grinned.

Y/N was confused as she watched him wave someone over to their table, whispering something to the man who nodded and went off, presumably to do whatever Crowley had just told him.

“I’m not here to see you?” Y/N pouted a little, having gotten herself worked up over this man who deliciously filled out his suit and had her wondering what lay beneath.

The smirk he flashed her was pure sex, sending a ripple through her body, “Unfortunately, no. This is my establishment. I like to meet the clients and personally match their needs.”

That made sense, she supposed. Still, it left her disappointed that Crowley wouldn’t be hers for the night. She hoped whatever he had in store for her slaked her thirst.

As Crowley rose from his seat, she followed. He took her hand in his once more, kissing the back of it and gesturing to the assistant from before.

“Kevin will take you to the room where you will meet your date for the evening.”

As instructed, she followed Kevin who lead her up a large staircase and down a hall of several doors. Stopping before one, he opened it wide, gesturing her inside. Before she could thank him, he had closed the door behind her.