FILTHY | spn smuts/imagines

Practice {C.N}

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warning(s): masturbation, female oral receiving, penetration, cursing, etc

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"Thank god," you muttered to yourself as you slipped out of the skin-tight dress you had been wearing.

Letting out a sigh, you slid into the bathtub. The hot water against your skin felt so relaxing after all the hunts you'd been in the past week. The bubbles cascaded over your skin and seemed to soak right into your soul, cleaning out all the dirt and grime that never seemed to wash away.

You sat in the tub thinking of how many lives you'd probably saved, but you were thinking more of your hunting partner, Castiel. 

You couldn't help but wish you could kiss his lips and run your hands up and down his body. All the things he could do with his hands. Or his tongue. The thought made you move your hand up your thigh under the warm water. You moaned slightly and bit your lip.

You never usually masturbated, but the thought of Cas made your whole body squirm and fill with heat. Your finger slid up and rubbed against your clit. You imagined Cas, touching you and your head tilted back against the tile wall. As you picked up speed, you began panting and whimpering out his name in raspy breaths. You could imagine his strong hands on your hips as you rode him, and him sucking on your neck and collarbone.

"Castiel," you moaned, closing your eyes as you reached your climax. Your whole body went limp and you worked to slow down your breathing. Suddenly, a figure appeared in the corner of your eye and you heard the sound of ruffling feathers.

"Cas!" You yelled, thankful you had chosen to take a bubble bath, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I-I heard your call," he said looking down at you with a flushed face.

"Cas I wasn't praying to you," you giggled slightly and sat up a little in the tub, letting some of your breasts show over the bubbles. He looked down at them quickly and swallowed hard.

"Oh I'm sorry, my mistake," he said gruffly, "I'll leave you to bathe."

"I'll be out in just a minute," you said grabbing the soap bar, "Just wait in my room." You were surprised by the sensual tone that you spoke in and started blushing.

"Okay, I'll be in your room," he said, looking just as shocked by your tone as you were. And at that, he was gone in a flutter of wings.

'Oh my god, what did I just do?' Your whole body tensed up and you felt nervous as you hopped out of the bathtub. 'We're just going to talk, that's all, there will be no sex, no touching, no kissing,' the heat rose in your stomach again before you snapped yourself out of your imaginations.
You threw on the Superman tank top and shorts you wore to bed before towel drying your hair and walking to your room. 

Cas was standing near your dresser when you opened the door. His eyes innocently flicked down to your breasts in your thin cotton tank as you walked in.

"Sorry for walking in on you. I was under the impression that you were praying. Not pleasuring yourself. As nice as that sounded " Cas said, quickly glancing up to meet your eyes.

"It's hard not to think of you," you said, walking towards him.

"I am not very skilled, and I presume I'll fail if I make love to you. Which seems to be all your thinking about now," He said frowning. You loved the way he talked, you love the way his voice made you feel, especially in certain places.

"Cas, you are perfect. And there is nothing I want more than you," you said, inches away from him.

"Maybe I would be more efficient if I practised more," he said, looking down at your lips.