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Guardian Angel?

Pairing: Castiel x F!Reader

Summary: After you almost die in a car accident, your guardian angel, Castiel, saves you, even though he wasn't supposed to, he couldn't help it.

Warnings: mdni 18+. smut. p in v (unprotected). oral (f receiving). dom!cas. orgasm denial.

A/N: For my friend who I promised I'd make a Cas fic for.

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The truck came out of nowhere.

Just a loud screech, a deafening horn, blinding lights—and then, nothing but darkness.

But then you woke up in your bed at home, as if the crash had never happened.

You gasped and shot upright, your sheets tangled around your legs. A trembling hand pressed to your chest.

Morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and golden. Your body was intact. No pain. No blood. No glass in your skin. You blinked.

Was it a dream? It had to be…

You swung your legs off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud, and pushed yourself up. You expected pain. Or to be dead.

Then you heard a flutter of wings behind you.

Standing at the foot of your bed—trench coat, tousled hair, those impossibly blue eyes that seemed to see right through you—Castiel.

“Cas—” you whispered. “Did you—”

“I saved you, yes,” he said, taking a step closer.

“You died, and I—” He paused, taking your hand. “I couldn’t let that happen."

“But if I was supposed to die…” you whispered, but he cut you off.

“I was not letting that happen.”

“You saved me.” You stepped closer. “Why?”

His voice was rough. “Because I need you."

His eyes shifted—still full of care, but now with a hint of lust.

“I shouldn’t want this. Want you like this. But I do. I need you.”

“You have me,” you whispered.

His lips crashed against yours, hungry and dominant. His hands slid into your hair, gripping just tight enough to draw a gasp from your mouth. He swallowed it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips, tangling with yours.

You barely had time to breathe before you felt yourself pressed against the wall, his trench coat falling to the floor. Your shirt was yanked over your head, pants and panties quickly following as he pulled them down with ease.

“Cas—”

“Shh,” he growled against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

He sank to his knees, hands gripping your thighs like a man starved. And maybe he had been—after all, angels don’t typically do this.

He kissed down your thighs before lifting one leg over his shoulder. His tongue dragged slowly up your slit, then back down, teasing your clit in slow, agonizing circles. You moaned, fingers threading through his hair.

But every time you got close—every time you teetered on the edge—he pulled back.

“Cas… please—” you whined softly.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice commanding. “You don’t cum until I say.”

He stood, slowly unbuckling his belt. “On the bed. Now. Legs apart.”

You didn’t hesitate, laying down just as he asked.

“Good girl.” He approached the bed, tugging his pants down to reveal his hard, leaking cock.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, trailing a hand down your side.

You nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Stay still for me, angel.” He slid inside you slowly, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he stretched you open.

“Fuck, Cas—” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. So full. So perfect.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Cas.”

He began to move, thrusts hard and deep. He pinned your wrists above your head, taking full control—every stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you.

But still, he wouldn’t let you come.

Each time your walls fluttered, each time you clenched around him, he slowed. Ground his hips in tight, teasing circles. Whispered filthy things in your ear that made you beg.

“Please, Castiel. Let me… let me cum—”

“Not yet,” he said again, panting now, barely in control. “You’ll cum when I cum. You���ll feel me fill you and fall apart at the same time. Do you understand?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes… yes… please—”

He slammed into you harder now, thrusts erratic, desperate.

And when he finally gave the order—

“Now. Cum. Now.”

—You shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, your body trembling violently beneath him. Castiel groaned, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, his whole body shuddering.

You lay together in silence, tangled and sweating, his arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go.

He kissed your shoulder, voice low and soft. “You weren’t meant to die,” he whispered. “But maybe… I wasn’t meant to be just your guardian angel either.”

A/N: I don't really write Cas so hope this was good lol @cas-is-my-angel7

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