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SPN Fic: Stress Relief, girl!Castiel/Dean (NC-17)
Stress Relief
female vessel!Castiel/Dean
NC-17
1027
Castiel takes a break from her busy schedule in Heaven to see Dean.
Originally posted here at the Girls Just Want to Have Fun meme for the prompt: female vessel!Castiel/Dean, cunnilingus.
There are other places Castiel should be, other things she should be doing. She’s tired, though. The war in Heaven is draining. She knew it would be difficult, knew that she’d have to make decisions that she did not like, never imagined they’d sit so uneasily with her.
She thinks she’s grateful for that, and knows she has Dean to blame, Dean and Sam and Bobby and every other human who has touched her existence in the last three years, shown her so much about the world and life and living.
She should be on the frontlines now, up there making decisions she doesn’t like but need to be made anyway. Instead she’s here, with Dean, spread on Dean’s bed in Dean’s room.
Castiel looks down at the same time Dean glances up, their eyes meeting in the pale valley of her breasts. His eyes are dark and his mouth is pink and wet, shining. She wants to reach out and touch, wants to run her fingers over his lips and feel her slickness there, slide her fingers against his tongue the same way Dean slid his tongue against her.
Dean grins, breath blowing hot and gentle over her pussy when he opens his mouth to speak. “You like that, Cas?” he says, voice raising goose bumps along her skin. They make her shiver when her muscles have already begun to shake. “You like it when I lick your pussy?” He nuzzles at her thigh, his stubble tickling. “Like it when I suck your clit?”
She nods, her mouth dry, her mind scrambled. Castiel used to be able to multitask and keep a hundred thoughts straight in her head, spinning between each easily, jumping from one to another. Put Dean Winchester between her legs, his face between her thighs, his mouth so close to where she wants it, to where she always wants it, and they all shatter, her focus gone in a flash, swept away with the first brush of Dean’s fingers.
“Uh-uh,” Dean sing-songs. He noses at the line of her hip, licks at the sweat collecting there. It tickles and feels delightful and Castiel doesn’t know if she wants to squirm away or press closer. “I want to hear you say it.”
Castiel swallows, licks her lips, watches Dean’s eyes track the movement. Feels a grin of her own pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Yes,” she answers, reaching for him, fingers sliding through his hair. “I like it when you lick me.”
Dean’s eyebrow quirks and he pushes into her hands. “Going to have to be more specific than that, Cas.”
“I like it when you lick my pussy, Dean. Like it when you—”
Dean’s tongue flutters against her, slick and distracting. Gone before she can appreciate it. “Yes?”
Fingers flexing against Dean’s scalp, Castiel swallows again, harder. “Like it when you touch me with your tongue, your fingers. Want to feel your mouth on me.”
Hands sliding on Castiel’s thighs, Dean leans in, eyes teasing. “You do, do you?”
“Dean,” she warns. “Would you plea—”
Dean’s lips are full and his tongue is hot and Castiel knows Dean’s teeth lie just behind, a glinting sharpness Dean likes to use sometimes on the flare of her hip and the curve of her shoulder, the soft inside of her thigh. She has spent lifetimes watching human beings love and hate and fuck and fight and she never, never imagined that when they gave themselves over to each other emotionally, physically, this was what they wanted. This is what they craved.
She’s found it here with Dean, found it over and over and over again in the press of his mouth and the curl of his fingers, the sweet slope of his smile and the lines at the corners of his eyes. The way his lips close around her clit and his tongue sinks inside.
Dean hums and her body twitches, muscles spasming. She wants more, she wants everything, she wants Dean’s mouth and his fingers and his cock, wants to feel Dean everywhere, inside her and against her, never wants to let him go.
“Fuck,” she breathes—sighing the vowels, throat catching on the consonants—and Dean groans. She knows he likes it when she swears. Likes it in the way he likes it when she uses his words: pussy, clit, ass, cock. When she tells him the things she’d like to do, the things she’d like done. His mouth slides against her, tongue slipping inside, fingers tight against her skin, and that’s all it takes. Dean knows her so well, knows this, and that’s all she needs. The perfect pressure of his mouth and hands and the look in his eyes when she tightens against him, pulses around him. She watches it as long as she can and then her eyes squeeze shut and all she can do is feel.
Dean holds her through it, hands stroking, tongue going gentle. He laps at her until she’s quivering, until she’s pushing at him with weak arms, pulling at his hair with her fingers.
“Dean. Dean.” She tugs at him and he looks up. “Come here.”
He comes willingly, readily. Rises up on his knees and crawls over her body until he’s hovering above her, arms bracketing her as her thighs bracket him. “Yeah?”
Her hands move from his hair to either side of his face, fingers tucked behind his ears, thumbs sweeping his cheekbones. He blinks down at her and he’s beautiful, he’s lovely. He’s hers. She pulls him to her, fits their mouths together, licks the taste of herself from his lips, sucks it from his tongue. Kisses him until his arms are shaking and then she drags herself away.
“What do you want, Dean?” she asks, voice hushed between them.
His eyelashes flutter and there’s a moment, a second, where all he does is stare. She can almost see him shake himself. “No. Lady’s choice. You work too hard already.”
She tilts her head against the pillows. “This is hardly work.”
Dean smiles at her, wide and soft and bright. “No,” he says, “but I got what I want.”
female vessel!Castiel/Dean
NC-17
1027
Castiel takes a break from her busy schedule in Heaven to see Dean.
Originally posted here at the Girls Just Want to Have Fun meme for the prompt: female vessel!Castiel/Dean, cunnilingus.
There are other places Castiel should be, other things she should be doing. She’s tired, though. The war in Heaven is draining. She knew it would be difficult, knew that she’d have to make decisions that she did not like, never imagined they’d sit so uneasily with her.
She thinks she’s grateful for that, and knows she has Dean to blame, Dean and Sam and Bobby and every other human who has touched her existence in the last three years, shown her so much about the world and life and living.
She should be on the frontlines now, up there making decisions she doesn’t like but need to be made anyway. Instead she’s here, with Dean, spread on Dean’s bed in Dean’s room.
Castiel looks down at the same time Dean glances up, their eyes meeting in the pale valley of her breasts. His eyes are dark and his mouth is pink and wet, shining. She wants to reach out and touch, wants to run her fingers over his lips and feel her slickness there, slide her fingers against his tongue the same way Dean slid his tongue against her.
Dean grins, breath blowing hot and gentle over her pussy when he opens his mouth to speak. “You like that, Cas?” he says, voice raising goose bumps along her skin. They make her shiver when her muscles have already begun to shake. “You like it when I lick your pussy?” He nuzzles at her thigh, his stubble tickling. “Like it when I suck your clit?”
She nods, her mouth dry, her mind scrambled. Castiel used to be able to multitask and keep a hundred thoughts straight in her head, spinning between each easily, jumping from one to another. Put Dean Winchester between her legs, his face between her thighs, his mouth so close to where she wants it, to where she always wants it, and they all shatter, her focus gone in a flash, swept away with the first brush of Dean’s fingers.
“Uh-uh,” Dean sing-songs. He noses at the line of her hip, licks at the sweat collecting there. It tickles and feels delightful and Castiel doesn’t know if she wants to squirm away or press closer. “I want to hear you say it.”
Castiel swallows, licks her lips, watches Dean’s eyes track the movement. Feels a grin of her own pulling at the corners of her mouth. “Yes,” she answers, reaching for him, fingers sliding through his hair. “I like it when you lick me.”
Dean’s eyebrow quirks and he pushes into her hands. “Going to have to be more specific than that, Cas.”
“I like it when you lick my pussy, Dean. Like it when you—”
Dean’s tongue flutters against her, slick and distracting. Gone before she can appreciate it. “Yes?”
Fingers flexing against Dean’s scalp, Castiel swallows again, harder. “Like it when you touch me with your tongue, your fingers. Want to feel your mouth on me.”
Hands sliding on Castiel’s thighs, Dean leans in, eyes teasing. “You do, do you?”
“Dean,” she warns. “Would you plea—”
Dean’s lips are full and his tongue is hot and Castiel knows Dean’s teeth lie just behind, a glinting sharpness Dean likes to use sometimes on the flare of her hip and the curve of her shoulder, the soft inside of her thigh. She has spent lifetimes watching human beings love and hate and fuck and fight and she never, never imagined that when they gave themselves over to each other emotionally, physically, this was what they wanted. This is what they craved.
She’s found it here with Dean, found it over and over and over again in the press of his mouth and the curl of his fingers, the sweet slope of his smile and the lines at the corners of his eyes. The way his lips close around her clit and his tongue sinks inside.
Dean hums and her body twitches, muscles spasming. She wants more, she wants everything, she wants Dean’s mouth and his fingers and his cock, wants to feel Dean everywhere, inside her and against her, never wants to let him go.
“Fuck,” she breathes—sighing the vowels, throat catching on the consonants—and Dean groans. She knows he likes it when she swears. Likes it in the way he likes it when she uses his words: pussy, clit, ass, cock. When she tells him the things she’d like to do, the things she’d like done. His mouth slides against her, tongue slipping inside, fingers tight against her skin, and that’s all it takes. Dean knows her so well, knows this, and that’s all she needs. The perfect pressure of his mouth and hands and the look in his eyes when she tightens against him, pulses around him. She watches it as long as she can and then her eyes squeeze shut and all she can do is feel.
Dean holds her through it, hands stroking, tongue going gentle. He laps at her until she’s quivering, until she’s pushing at him with weak arms, pulling at his hair with her fingers.
“Dean. Dean.” She tugs at him and he looks up. “Come here.”
He comes willingly, readily. Rises up on his knees and crawls over her body until he’s hovering above her, arms bracketing her as her thighs bracket him. “Yeah?”
Her hands move from his hair to either side of his face, fingers tucked behind his ears, thumbs sweeping his cheekbones. He blinks down at her and he’s beautiful, he’s lovely. He’s hers. She pulls him to her, fits their mouths together, licks the taste of herself from his lips, sucks it from his tongue. Kisses him until his arms are shaking and then she drags herself away.
“What do you want, Dean?” she asks, voice hushed between them.
His eyelashes flutter and there’s a moment, a second, where all he does is stare. She can almost see him shake himself. “No. Lady’s choice. You work too hard already.”
She tilts her head against the pillows. “This is hardly work.”
Dean smiles at her, wide and soft and bright. “No,” he says, “but I got what I want.”