Sex - The 1975
“Does he take care of you? Or could I easily fill his shoes?”
cw: Castiel x Female!reader, yearning, cheating, autistic!Castiel, smut (oral (fem!rec), fingering (fem!rec) p in v, unprotected sex (DO NOT DO THIS), cervix hitting, Castiel has a big dick, squirting, grinding, technically age gap (he’s a zillion years old), reader is mid twenties, Dean cameo, praise kink, dumbification, NOT proofread lol, lmk if i missed any!
wc: 3.2k
a/n: it’s been two years since i wrote smut or fanfiction at all, so please be nice to me.
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Hunting with Sam and Dean was easy, find a case, research it, kill it. That was the routine. Till you met Castiel, the angel you were told pulled Dean from hell.
The first time you met him, was when he told the brothers that Sam’s soul was locked in Lucifer’s cage. Even then you were struck. Something about him was ethereal. Apart from the whole angel thing.
From the moment you met him, the second he looked into your eyes, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Your relationship with your boyfriend, that is.
Over the year Sam was supposed to be in hell. You’d gotten a break like Dean had. You’d gotten a normal job in your hometown, living with your parents, and you ended up with a partner. Parts of you had doubts but you couldn’t care about them. Not when you were happy. Mostly.
He was….good. Stable. Your boyfriend understood your line of work when you had to go back. You told him you’d always be in touch, call him everyday, never let him think you were dead.
That is, till the angel showed up.
Since then you’ve been slacking, texting your boyfriend maybe once a day, no longer updating him on cases, barely letting him know you were doing okay.
Your thoughts were consumed by the angel. Drinks you’d had with him, glances from across the room, subtle brushes of your hands when walking together, everything.
But he never stayed.
You knew about the civil war in heaven. You knew he’d told Dean he would stay if he could. You knew that, so why’d it leave you so empty when he left?
Unbeknownst to you, Castiel was in it worse than you were.
He’d had secret meetings with Dean, trying to crack the code of you. He knew he couldn’t go to Sam, who in their right mind trusts a man with no soul anyways?
Dean had given him advice he didn’t hate the sound of.
“Okay I don’t get it, why can’t you just confess your ‘undying angelic love’ for her to her face?” Dean said with a massive hint of sarcasm.
“But don’t tell her you love her!” Dean said. Castiel tilted his head.
“Girls like that nonchalant type guy, so you keep them on their toes.” Deans smirked.
Though he was an angel, Castiel knew women did not like that.
“She has a partner. You and I both know this, Dean. It would be…against human morals I’ve learned.” Castiel replied, unsure of himself.
“So? When has that ever stopped the guy from getting the girl?” Dean paused and sat down of the other motel bed, “Listen, Cas, I know you can see inside her head and I’m not an idiot, she likes you, we all know that. I say sit her down and have a gentle talk with her about your feelings, like lovesick teenagers,”
That flipped a switch in Castiel’s love-rusted brain. Once Dean had turned around for a beer to once more aid his ever-growing alcoholism, the angel had vanished.
That’s how you ended up here, two weeks later after that final conversation about you, trying too hard to keep yourself from pouncing on the ‘man’.
Right now, he had you cornered.
“Tell me, right now,” he starts. “Does he take care of you, like I do? How easily could I fill his shoes?” he stares, deep into you. waiting for a response. Looking in his eyes you see all of him. All the love and longing built up in his angelic heart. All of it. All for you.
“That’s the problem, Cas! It’d be like he never even existed!” you heave, wanting to sob into his stupid trench coat. “It wouldn’t be fair to him.” you say, meekly. It’s been at least ten minutes of heated conversation. So much for “gentle”.
He’s so close to you. Your bodies inches apart as you almost yell in his face. Tears well up in your eyes, your heart becomes heavier.
“I want you, Cas. So bad it hurts. It does. But…” you trail off. “But what?” he asks you. His hands come up to cradle your face as your tears spill. His thumbs wipes most of them away before they reach your chin.
You’re almost sobbing, not being able to form a morally right response. For a moment you stare into him. A moment that feels like forever. His eyes have met yours with a determined softness. As you see him, he sees all of you.
Watching your lips, he leans in slightly. His face closer than ever. His eyes flicker up to yours, looking for permission. You don’t respond, you can’t. So you close the gap.
You’ve kissed him a couple times before. One time dared by Dean, another time drunk off your ass, the third alone in a motel room. Every time you stopped it before it could go somewhere it couldn’t come back from. Every time you knew it was wrong.
But now? Now nothing matters. Maybe nothing ever did.
This kiss was nothing like the others. It was the past 6 months crashing down over you both like waves. Full of yearning, apologies, and love. But you’re not sure you wanted to admit that last part yet.
“I need to know you want this.”He pulled back to ask in that ever-so-gruff voice of his. “Because I don’t think I can stop once we start.” He needed you, maybe more than you needed him. “Cas, please. Please, baby, I want this, I want you.” you told him.
With that, his mouth was back on yours in a heartbeat. Moving with a newfound confidence that transcended the experience you thought he had. His tongue swiping your bottom lip, asking you to open up for him.
His tongue in your mouth made your knees buckle, almost falling. In an instant, you were picked up off the ground and thrown onto the motel bed. His mouth returned to yours. His hands beginning to roam down your body. Your shoulders, chest, waist, back, hips. He was all over you.
His hands reached the backs of your thighs, moving them to straddle his hips. With that, he ground his growing bulge into your core. Fuck, you hadn’t realized how turned on you were. Castiel felt it too, letting out a loud groan and the feeling of your wetness through your jeans.
He leans back from kissing you to stand up and look at your clothed pussy. His thumb presses into your clit. Your hips jerk but his eyes stay fixated. “I need these off,” he says, bluntly.
“So take ‘em off, baby” you tell him. That’s when he looks at you. Your hair ruffed, lying on the bed propping yourself up on your elbows. Your jeans are off in an instant, leaving you in your soaked panties. You begin to close your thighs, feeling exposed. “No.” Suddenly two, very strong, hands are pinning your thighs apart, putting you on display for him.
He drops to his knees, looking up at you for permission. You nod your head, almost too clouded to think clearly. He licks a stripe up your clothed slit. Entrance to clit. You cover your mouth as you moan, loud. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you, my angel.”
“Let me take these off,” he says as he pulls the elastic of your underwear back and snaps it back. You whimper out a yes, then they’re gone. Pulled off your legs and then stuffed into a pocket of his trench coat. You open your mouth in disbelief. He noticed “I’d like to keep these. A souvenir, if you will.”
He once again, spreads your thighs. Your bare pussy now on display for him. Before you can do anything, he presses a soft kiss to your clit. then begins kitten licking it. Your hands fist the bedsheets as he becomes bolder with his mouth.
Flattening his tongue against your clit then beginning to suck on it. The pressure in your stomach building faster than ever before. Your hands move to his hair and you curl your fingers in it, needing purchase. your hips begin to rock into his mouth, grinding yourself on his tongue. You can’t move very far through, his large hands still pinning you to the bed.
As he’s sucking your clit, you feel a finger swipe through your slick. You barely have time to think before he’s working you open on his finger. It’s not bad of a stretch, but his fingers are much larger than your own. He groans at how tight you are, imagining how you’ll feel around his dick.
Eventually, he stuffs another finger into you. He thrusts his fingers and curls them. Finding your g-spot so quickly you’d think he’d studied your body a thousand times before. You almost scream. He pulls back, worried. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, referring to your scream. “No no, baby,” you breathe out. “Keep going.”
That’s all he needs before diving back into you. Meticulously taking you apart piece by piece. You’d think he’d never have eaten before with how he’s eating your pussy right now. He’s moaning into you as he eats you. Sending vibrations through your clit so frequently your body’s jerking around almost violently.
“Cas!…I’m close..Fuck! Im gonna cum!” you say in between moans. “Please cum, I need to see you, feel you as you do. Please baby.” He saying while sucking you. Half of it coming out muffled and slurred with how drunk he is on your pussy.
Your climax is building fast. A train hurling its way towards you. “Oh fuck! Cas, please!” you yell. He thrusts his fingers harder, curls them more deliberately, sucks your clit more vigorously than before.
“Cas! Oh god….!” Your orgasm hits you hard. Your thighs clenching around his head, suffocating him, if angels can.
As you grind yourself through your climax, he continues stimulating you till you have to push his head away from between your thighs.
Your hands leave his hair as he sits back on his heels. His pupils are blown wide, his hair’s a mess, your slick covers the bottom half of his face. “You’re beautiful..” you whisper. He looks at you in what seems to be disbelief. He stands back up you kiss up your lying figure.
“You are the most gracious, most beautiful woman on this planet. I thought I’d known heaven before, but now I know. It’s here, with you. You are my own personal heaven. My father took his time with you.”
Any doubt you had ever had in your life washed away with his words.
His hands and eyes roam over your body in tandem. Worshipping you. In an instant, your head’s lying against the pillow of the cheap motel bed.
“I want to savor you. To savor this, but…” he pauses, hands moving up under your shirt to cup your breasts through your bra. “I don’t believe it to be within my wits as of now.”
“Castiel, please. I want you, all of you. Don’t hold back, please” you beg him. He leans down, kissing you for the nth time.
“Oh Sweetheart, don’t beg,” he breathes into your open mouth. “I’ll give you want you need.” He pulls you up to take off your shirt, leaving you in your bra. Then even that is gone in a matter of seconds.
He takes you in fully for the first time. Though you see the awe in his eyes, you can’t help but feel….heavy under the weight of his gaze. You move to cover yourself, also taking in how clothed he is.
The minute his angel-brain catches up on your insecurity, he’s gripping your wrists in his hands, holding them to his chest. “No, my angel. I want to see you, I need it.” He releases your hands, his move to your chest once more. Rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, making you squirm.
He brings his clothed bulge to your soaked, overstimulated pussy. The zipper of his slacks catching your clit just the right way. You paw at his chest, babbling something about how he has too many clothes on. You’re barely understandable but he understands you just fine.
he makes quick work of his tie, trench coat, and blazer. Still managing to grind against you. You bring yourself up to his face to get him to shove his tongue down your throat. Your fingers fumble with his button down, getting annoyed and leaving it half unbuttoned.
“Switch with me, now.” You pull away from him to command. You get up off the bed and lightly shove him down to where you were. Head on the pillow, his thick bulge on full display.
You swing your leg over his lap, your core landing straight onto his. He lets out a loud groan. You have to remind him there’s people next door. His hands fly to your waist when you grind down on him. Back and forth again and again. You’re sure his hands will leave bruises he’ll heal with his grace the next morning.
You sit back on his thighs and he whines. “Wait- baby, what-“ You shush him. Hands trailing down his torso down to his slacks. You grip him through his pants. That gets a reaction from the angel. Rubbing his cock isn’t enough, you need it in you. Now.
You undo his pants and pull down his boxers, his dick springing free, hitting his stomach. The sheer weight of it pulls it down to his stomach. For a moment you can’t do anything but stare. He’s…way bigger than you thought he’d be. You’d think it came straight from a playgirl magazine. You said you wouldn’t compare him to your boyfriend but….there’s no need to say who’s more blessed.
As you move yourself back up to rub your soaked pussy on his cock, his hands move to grip your ass even harder than he did your waist.
The feeling was nothing like you’d ever felt before. You felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your clit. His tip catching it just the right way. He threw his head back, his adam’s apple prominent in his throat. His hands moving you along him just the way you both needed.
“Castiel, let me-“ you lift yourself up a bit, grabbing his dick and lining it up with your entrance.
Sinking down on his cock was better than you ever imagined. The stretch of him burned in the best way. You saw him fight the urge to slam you down his length, opting to move you up and down lightly. You let yourself sink down further, about halfway now. “F-fuck..” you breathe out.
Castiel is seething below you. Watching where the two of you meet through the eyes of a predator. His control, he already said was gone, hanging on my a thread. Your pussy involuntarily squeezes him, his length become too much.
That small squeeze made him tip over the edge. His hands slam you down onto his lap, his cock fully seated inside of you. You almost scream, covering your mouth a little too late. Fuck, if you thought it was too much before, now? Now he’s hitting your cervix just by existing.
“Hold on- let me adjust, baby” you breathlessly tell him. He’s slowing grinding up into you from
below. His hand moves so he can rub your clit with his thumb. His other moving to grope your chest.
You move up, just a few inches, and put yourself back down. His body tightens up for a second, feeling your walls for the very first time.
You settle in to a slow-ish rhythm. It’s not on purpose, you’d go faster, harder, if you could. But he’s so big, he’s making your legs shake with every movement. His thumb still rubbing circles on your clit.
After a while of this, you fall forward onto him, unable to keep going after you fucked yourself dumb on his dick. “Cas, please-“ Your hands come to cradle his face in front of yours, kissing him. “What do you want me to do?” he asks in between kissing you.
“P-prop your legs up,” you tell him. You move yourself up once more, just a bit. “Now fuck me,” you whisper in his ear.
That ignites something in him. His hands move to your waist. His hips meet yours in a brutal thrust. His balls slapping your ass. Your clit hitting his pelvis.
You scream, suddenly forgetting the people next door. Your hands burrow in his hair and your face dives into his neck. The pressure of his dick dragging against your walls was driving you insane, making you go stupid on his cock as his thrusts make your whole body shake.
Suddenly he pulls out and shoves you down on the bed, now on top of you. He pushes your knees up to your chest and pushes himself back in.
He immediately hits your g-spot. A cry tearing through you. He stills for a second, analyzing you then starts bullying that spot inside of you. His hand moves to rub your clit once more, adding to the endless pleasure. You don’t think you could form a proper sentence if you tired. Your world shrinking down to just him.
“You like that, my angel? You like going dumb on my cock?” he asks.
Where the fuck did he learn to say that!? you distantly think.
You nod frantically, tears stinging in your eyes. “Cas! I’m close-“
“Call me by my name, then you can cum.” he demands.
“Cas-“ you begin.
“My real name,” He punctuates with three very hard thrusts, your ass is sure to be bruised.
“Castiel! Please let me cum, i need it!-“ His thumb presses harder on your clit. “Then cum.” he commands. Waves crash over you hard, screaming his name as you climax. Squeezing him tighter and tighter.
But Cas? He doesn’t slow down. Doesn’t stop. He keeps hitting every spot. It’s too much, you can’t take it.
“Castiel, I-I cant-“ you plead with the angel.
“Yes, you can, sweetheart. I couldn’t have you for months, you think i’m only making you cum twice?” He tells you.
“It feels weird- like i’m gonna p-pee,” you barely say.
His response? He presses down on your lower stomach. Making you feel all of him. Tears run like rivers down your face at the pleasure.
“I’m close, my angel.” You can hear him breaking down, feel his thrusts getting more erratic by the second.
The feeling doesn’t stop, it intensifies furthermore.
“I’m gonna-!” You barely get to announce it before you’re squirting all over his cock and lower stomach, soaking him.
Your release triggers his own. Hot, white spurts of cum painting your walls throughly.
He collapses next to you, breathing harder than any angel should.
He calls your name, moving himself closer to you. “I love you” he says while stroking your hair. You look back at him, not sure what your face says.
It must not be comforting because he looks panicked. You lean up to kiss him. “I love you too” You tell him. His face softens into that of a lovestruck man.
He tucks your hair behind your ear. “Dean said I shouldn’t tell you, but I can’t help myself.”
“Well Dean is an idiot,” you whisper back to him, kissing him once more.
Castiel leaves the bed to go get you a wet towel from the motel bathroom. He wipes between your thighs, careful not to touch your sore, aching core.
He crawls back up next to you, kiss your head as you drift off to sleep.
