An imagine of Cass using his grace on you.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut! Grace bondage, multiple penetrations, oral (female receiving), talk of voyeurism, blacking out (in a very good way)

Word Count:457

Note: It’s my first fic with the angel so please let me know you enjoyed it by rebloging, liking, and commenting! And my requests are open…. just saying.

Imagine you’re in the hotel after a hunt. Sam and Dean are off with their scores, so you’re left to please yourself. You know how you like it. Feathery touches, maybe a tie around your throat if you had someone with you. You know who could please you like that, but you don’t think he’ll come. So you play with his face in mind. Sighing and moaning with the thoughts of what he would do.

Then you hear the flutter of wings.

“It’s a sin to lust,’ he’d say. “You pray very loud, Y/N.” Would he step closer one step at a time, or would he suddenly have you pinned to the bed? He whispers in your ear, “you could be louder, though.”

While his grace held your hands above your head, would the angel first kiss every inch of your skin or just dive his face into your heat, eating you out like a starved man? His grace is more than you could ever have imagined, touching you everywhere he can’t while pulling you to your first high. You would come on his lips as his hands made bruises on your hips. Grace would tweak your nipples once your shuddering had subsided, making you jerk and gasp underneath him.

Would he then crawl up your body, or whisk you both over to the wall to hike your legs over his hips? Soft or hard? He’s obviously hard, but how tightly are you clenching around him? He would feel so good, long and thick. By now he’s naked as well, and you can see his form. His rutting builds you quickly; you cry out his name as you let the orgasm quake through you.

But he’s still going.

On the bed, he pulls you to sit on him as he lays down. “I’ve heard you praying for me before,” he would say, “so I know what you want.” His hips would thrust up into you while he pulled down on your hips. A cool touch runs up your legs and back to your hole. It would stretch you slowly, keeping an alternating rhythm to him beneath you. Would you brace yourself on his chest, or collapse onto him so he could kiss you while filling you?  No matter what, he would find a way to hit every spot that made you scream his name. Imagine seeing his wings spread underneath him as you climaxed just before your sight dissolved into white, then black.

He would call your name softly till you came back to him. He’s cleaned you up and his holding you close. Once he knows you’re okay, “are you satisfied? Was it everything you dreamed?”

Would you answer yes…

… or make him try again?