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In nothing but the clothes (or complete lack thereof) that they’d slept in, Castiel and Candy made out in Castiel’s bedroom. With Castiel sitting on the edge of the bed, Candy was sitting on his lap. Her hands were tangled in his hair and tugging gently on his red locks, while his hands held tightly onto her hips to keep her from slipping away.

They’d spent the night earlier together, helping each other reach the heights of passion before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Now, in the morning, before they’d eaten breakfast they were busy making themselves all hot and bothered. Candy was slowly grinding her hips, creating a beautifully pleasant friction between them.

The longer their lips stayed locked together, the more Castiel could feel himself becoming ready for something more. The best part about having spent the night together in the throws of passion was that the next morning there were no pesky clothes in the way to stop them from doing it again.

Breaking the kiss, Castiel’s head dipped down to Candy’s neck. The hands in his hair tightened their grip when he bit down on her soft skin. “Daddy.” Candy moaned into the kiss. It wasn’t unusual for Candy to have words spilling out through her moans. What was unusual was for that word to be anything other than Castiel’s name or a string of curses.

Stopping the kissing against her neck that had barely even started, Castiel leaned back an inch to stare at Candy, “Did you just call me daddy?” He asked her.

“I did...” Candy’s voice trails off as her cheeks began to turn pink with embarrassment. After a second of silence between them she quickly added, “But if you think that’s weird or—”

“No.” Castiel interrupted her while rubbing both his thumbs in circles over her hips, “I like it.” Candy’s eyes lit up at Castiel’s words.

That wasn’t what she’d expected to hear. If anything she’d expected Castiel to make a joke out of it and then move on. To kiss her and pretend the word had never slipped out of her mouth. But instead, he told her that he liked it.

Surely she’d heard him wrong. “You like it?” She had to ask. How could she not?

“Yeah. I do.” Castiel rose one of his hands to Candy’s cheek and pulled her back into another kiss.

The two of them had never shared their interests in the bedroom beyond what felt good. Any kinks and fetishes that either of them had were kept a secret. Not because they didn’t want to share, but because they were still unsure as to how the other would react. After all, sharing the depths of your desires to someone was like revealing part of your soul. It wasn’t as easy as some may like.

With her earlier embarrassment and minor fear of rejection or ridicule melting away, Candy kissed Castiel on the cheek, “In that case,” She kissed him on the other cheek, “I’m going to keep calling you,” She then whispered, “Daddy.” Into his ear before biting gently on his earlobe.

Castiel had never thought that he would be someone who was into being called ‘Daddy’ yet as the word slipped off Candy’s tongue he couldn’t deny the shiver that ran down his spine or the throbbing that came from his cock. He wanted to be called ‘Daddy’ and he wanted Candy to be the one calling him it.

Without him telling her to continue with this new name, Candy seemed to get the idea. Both of her hands let go of Castiel’s hair. One of them rested on his shoulder while the other slid down between them where it gently grasped Castiel’s hardening cock. “Are you getting hard, Daddy?” Her voice was soft and innocent, but the devilish look in her eyes and the slow strokes of her hand were anything but innocent. “Daddy, tell me what you want.”

She was staring into his eyes and waiting for an answer, but as her hand continued to stroke his cock with at a torturously slow pace, there were no words that he could form. The best he could do was let out a low moan.

“I can’t pleasure you if you don’t tell me what you want.” Candy told him, finishing off her sentence with an increase in the speed she was stroking him. Apparently in her discovery that Castiel wasn’t opposed to being called ‘Daddy’ she seemed to think that somehow put her in a position of dominance.

Submissive wasn’t a role that Castiel took on very often. He liked to be the one in control. He liked to know that he was making Candy crazy with his teasings and his words.

As oddly and torturously satisfying as it was to have Candy on top of him, calling him ‘Daddy’, and talking to him in a similar to how he would usually talk to her, he wasn’t about to let Candy being in complete control. Not this time.

Grabbing onto the wrist that had been skilfully pleasuring him, Castiel pulled her hand away from his now fully erect cock. A look of playful curiosity filled Candy’s eyes as she looked between Castiel’s hand and his face. Whatever he was about to do, she knew she would enjoy it.

Castiel let go of Candy’s wrist. Both of his hands moved to her hips where he held on tightly as he stood up and took her with him. Turning around, he dropped Candy the short distance down onto his bed and smiled at the half-gasp, half-giggle that left her lips as her back hit the mattress.

Joining her on the bed, Castiel hovered over her. Taking both of her hands, he pinned them above her head by the pillows. Leaning down, he kissed her on the shoulder before growling into her ear, “Don’t tease me.”

With one hand keeping her wrists in place, Castiel used the other to line himself up with her wet and waiting entrance. Sliding the head of his cock up and down her slit, he teased himself at her entrance. He pushed just the head of his cock into her before pulling himself back out. After repeating this a couple of times, Candy began to squirm beneath him.

Desperation was building within Candy. She needed to feel the full length of his cock inside of her, and she needed to feel it now. “Just fuck me, Daddy.” Candy moaned, pushing her head back into the pillows while trying to thrust her hips towards his cock.

The whole while he watched her and her writhing body with a smile on his face. No matter how good Candy thought she was at teasing, it was arguably what Castiel did best.

“I don’t know if you deserve it.” Castiel told her as he pushed the head in an out of her again.

Candy began begging beneath him. “I do. I deserve it. Please.”

Holding himself back from fucking her brains out right away, he continued to play their little game, “Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Daddy.” Candy cried and Castiel was sure that the neighbours could hear her. But he didn’t care. Her voice had sounded so sweet and so drenched in lust that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Pushing himself into her, he filled her up and groaned deeply once he was fully inside of her. As his cock slid into her, a long, satisfied moan fell out of Candy’s mouth and closed her eyes. This was what they’d both been waiting for since they woke up in each other’s arms that morning, and it was perfect.

Candy wrapped her legs around Castiel, holding him deep inside of her. He had no room to move and right now he didn’t want to. Castiel wanted to take a minute to enjoy the warm feeling of having her walls completely surrounding him.

But the moment her legs loosened around him, Castiel began thrusting in and out of her. There was no gradual build up in his speed. Castiel started fast and he started hard. With his deep, quick thrusts both of them quickly turned into moaning, sweaty messes that were desperate to find their release.

Candy wanted to touch him. She wanted Castiel to let go of her wrists so she could wrap her arms around his torso and scratch her nails down his back. But no matter how much she squirmed, he wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. As punishment for trying to tease him, he had taken away her ability to touch him in the way that she liked.

Thankfully, none of this stopped the pleasure that was building within her. “Fuck. Yes. Daddy.” Each of her words was punctuated with another thrust from Castiel, only pushing her further to the edge.

Candy couldn’t stop the moaning that was spilling out of her mouth, and she didn’t want to stop them. Every time the word ‘Daddy’ spilled out of Candy’s mouth Castiel felt his cock throb inside of her. Every time the word ‘Daddy’ spilled out of Candy’s mouth she felt Castiel pick up his speed and drive himself even deeper into her.

It wasn’t long before Candy’s voice fell from constant moans to barely any sound as her legs clamped around Castiel’s waist and her walls tightened around his cock. Wave after wave of orgasm hit her as she threw her head back into the pillows.

Castiel continued to thrust into her, not only helping her ride out her orgasm but in a desperate pursuit to reach his own. As Candy began to float down from her high Castiel thrusted one last time deeply into her, holding himself there as his own orgasm exploded within her, and another wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her.

Finally, both of them came down from their orgasms and Castiel pulled out of Candy. Rolling over onto his back, he lay down next to her. Tired and worn out, he wrapped an arm around Candy as she snuggled up against him. “I’m on top next time.” She told him.

“Is that so?” Castiel laughed as he kissed her on the forehead.