𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓮

angels and being caught.

pairing: castiel x reader.

point of view: third person (her, his)

summary: 4 things. war room, sex, castiel, and the winchesters brothers being somewhere at the wrong time.

content warnings: smut, 18+ content, p in v, mention of oral but not done, castiel not knowing how to deal with being csught in the middle of sex should be it's own warning.

there is a vast difference between a human and an angel. everyone knows that, some don't believe in this theory, though the people who actually have met an angel know the truth. especially the people who have met castiel, the stoic emotionless soldier of god with the slightest hint of autism in his veins.

except, he's different from his own kind, too. doesn't get laid up with a hindu goddess while pretending to be a trickster god like gabriel, doesn't stew in his resentment like lucifer, doesn't support the concept of lucifer stewing in his resentment like michael.

hell, castiel lives with a pair of hunters, the winchesters, and has a girlfriend, who has little to nothing to do with angels, monsters, or demons, for god's sake.

not that dean and sam really have any knowledge of castiel cozying up with a civilian in their bunker when they're away, or out. the angel has a lot to thank for the thick walls, the fact his bed isn't creaky, and his hand being big enough to cover said lover's mouth when she's moaning around his cock.

that's another thing the winchesters don't know. castiel has officially lost his virginity. all types of virginities he had. oral, both giving and receiving, hand stuff, pussy stuff, all the stuffs. dean tried to get him with women multiple times along the years, but it was never quite his thing. up until now, of course.

the bunker is empty, except for one room.

the war room, which would make dean have an aneurysm, where castiel has his dick deep in his sweetest girl. creamy slick dripping down his balls, wetting his pants around the crotch, forming string between his abdomen, and her plump ass.

and god, if this isn't the most beatiful song cas has ever heard-- the sound of his girl sobbing, added on with the squelching sound of her pussy ringing through the room. she's bent over a table, knocking down books, and items left and right with every harsh thrust delivered to her cervix.

gripping the edge of the table like it's gonna help her escape the inevitable orgasm and overstimulation. already fuzzy in the head from when castiel had his fingers deep in her, making her squirt all over the floor.

usually, the angel would be on top of his game. always sensing when someone is coming, all that fancy mojo dojo stuff. but right now, when he's just about to blow a load into the tightest wettest, the first really, pussy he's ever had, he's not quite there in the head.

"there you go. are you gonna cum on my dick?" he mumble into her ear, voice deep and slightly shaky around the edges, pulling her back up to his chest, hips never ceasing the constant rhythm he's achieved.

all the gets back is a nice whine, and another gush of cream around the base of his member. he would've, of course, gotten more if the moment wasn't ruined.

ruined by dean and sam chattering as they walk into the room, met with the most filthy view they couldn't even find in casa erotica. not that they have that on fast- reach. why would they?

cas with a pretty human speared on his drenched sloppy dick, which dean would admit, is definitely thicker and longer than he thought it would be. not because he's imagining the angel's dick a lot, it's just a natural course of thought after a while.

sam instantly groans, covering his eyes and tilting his head away, complaining loudly-- "god, cas, really?" sam whines out in pure unadulterated disappointment.

dean, as it is written in the bible, is somewhere between disgusted an enthusiastic. ".. clearly he learned something from the pizza man" said in a disbelieving tone, added on with a breathy laugh of slight proudness at the end.

even worse, castiel doesn't stop. just puts a hand over her mouth to quiet her, his other hand still between her legs, circling the sensitive bud of nerves there. "it is impolite to walk in on people in the middle of copulation." he states, still so monotone, like he's completely right, and he can't even fathom why the brothers would be disgusted, or the ones feeling bad.

then, suddenly castiel and his girlfriend is gone with one zap of fluttering wings, nothing left behind just the smell of sex, cum, and a boatload of embarrasment and disgust in the winchesters, both wishing they closed their eyes before entering.