Castiel shorts

Blow Job (really small, but not Cas ;)

“Gah!” Castiel huffed as air hissed between his teeth. His hand fisted at your hair as he continued to make groaning and growling sounds. His hips move more and more and you try your best to control him but you’re losing. No matter how strong you are you are no match for an angel.

Moving your hands around his thighs as your head bobs up and down along his shaft. Your tongue moves skillfully as it offers extra lubrication. Turning your head to the side he fills your hollow cheek. You keep moving despite all his calls out and the pulling of your hair. Sucking harder and teasing his tip with your tongue he moans out your name.

Taking that as a sign to move faster your hand massages at the base as your head bobs faster. “Y/N… I… what are you doing to me? Gah! I… I… can’t!” Tightening your mouth his thrusts his hips into you. Your glad you’re on your knees because the noises this angel is making is driving you crazy. His fist tightens in your hair, “OH Y/N!” His warmth fills your mouth and you pull back. Your lips make a pop as he exits your mouth and you look up at his flushed face.

“Cas, you can let go of my hair now.” His dilated eyes look down at you then he lets go of your hair. You stand up, “stay here.”  Going into the bathroom you dampen a washcloth and go back to him. Kneeling again you clean him up and your face. Tossing the cloth aside you button him up. He pulls you to his lips and you feel him still quiver a little as your lips connect.

You move to the bed and climb in. Patting the spot next to you Castiel comes and lays down next to you. “What was that called?” You smiled as you looked into his blue eyes. “That my angel was called a blow job.” He grins down at you, “I like it.” He throws his arms around you. “I like this too,” he says as you snuggle up to him.

Being in his arms you feel so safe. He scoots closer and you flip to your side so he could be the big spoon. His arm is draped around your waist and its easy to fall asleep. Just as you drift off you hear him whisper, “goodnight my angel.” You smile to yourself.

THE END