Running his hands through his red hair as if the action would pull the frustration out of him, Castiel looked up at Candy who was leant against the wall across the room from him. He was sat on her bed, and a few minutes earlier she had been sitting next to him with her hands in his.

Then everything seemed to blow up in front of them. An argument, that to Castiel hadn’t seemed like a big deal started and physically separated them as it grew in volume. It was over nothing important and he was sure that in a week they’d completely forget about it. Or maybe they’d just laugh about it.

But right now, Candy wasn’t happy with him. She was upset enough with him to not want to look at him as he spoke, “Babe, I told you I was sorry.” He’d been apologising for the last fifteen minutes, “Please forgive me.” He begged.

Still not looking at him, she responded, “I’m not mad anymore.” Crossing her arms over her chest as she spoke, a pout was sitting on her lips.

“You still look like you’re mad.” Castiel pointed out, a chuckle hiding underneath his words.

If he were to actually laugh as he had spoken he was sure that Candy would have shot daggers at him. This wasn’t the time to be laughing, this was the time to be doing anything you can to make up with your girlfriend.

“Well I’m not. So just stop apologising already.” The tone she used was that of someone who definitely was still upset with the situation. But, Castiel wasn’t going to point that out to her.

It wouldn’t have been incorrect to say that Candy was acting like a little bit of a child at the moment, but you would never hear Castiel saying that. Especially seeing as he was the one who was in the wrong and started the whole argument in the first place.

He wasn’t going to tell her that it was clear that she was still upset with him. No. Instead he was going to challenge her. How could he not? “If you’re not mad, then come here,” Castiel reached an arm out towards her, “Come on.” He encouraged her when she made no sign to move, gesturing with his hand for her to step closer to him.

With a frustrated sigh, Candy gave up and pushed herself off the wall to walk over to him. Once she was close enough, Castiel took her by the hand and pulled her onto his lap.

As she climbed onto his lap, she straddled his body and slumped down so her forehead was resting on his shoulder. Castiel wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug.

The two of them stayed like this for a few minutes. A sweet silence sat between them as Castiel waited for Candy to calm down. He didn’t like seeing her upset, and he didn’t like that he was the one who in this instance had made her upset.

When a content sigh left Candy’s lips. Along with the sigh, her entire body lost any tenseness in the muscles, she relaxed against him. Castiel took this as a sign that she was truly no longer mad at her, as opposed to when she lied about not being mad when it was clear she still was.

Turning his head, Castiel softly kissed Candy’s exposed neck. He began to pepper her with kisses. Anywhere that his lips could reach from this position was gifted with a kiss from him. “I think I know how I can make it up to you.” He told her in between two quick pecks.

Lifting her head, Candy leant back, leaving Castiel without any access to her neck and therefore stopping him from continuing his actions. Running her hands through Castiel’s hair, she looked him in the eyes for the first time since their argument started. As she stared down into his eyes, she saw a twinge of desperation within them, “Is that so?” She smirked in a way that showed she knew exactly what path his mind was leading down. And right now she was completely okay with that.

Honestly, the argument wasn’t what had upset her. What had upset her was the fact that Castiel hadn’t been able to see her side of things. Or, if he had seen it, he didn’t think that she was right. Of course they weren’t going to agree on everything, it was unrealistic to think they’d have all of the same opinions. But, that didn’t stop the pang of betrayal she felt when it happened.

That being said, if Castiel was willing to put it all behind them and move on from the moment by taking part in a fun physical activity, then she was more than happy to join him. And if he was going to spend the whole time trying to make things up to her...Well, that was just going to make the whole experience just that much more enjoyable.

“Absolutely.” Castiel replied, raising a hand to cup Candy’s cheek before pulling her into a kiss which quickly built. Candy’s hands, which had previously been slowly and gently running through Castiel’s hair, were now gripping and tugging on his locks. Both of Castiel’s hands moved away from Candy’s face and quickly moved down to her behind where he gave her a squeeze. She moaned against his lips while her hips rocked over his laps a few times. All she wanted — no scratch that — all she needed was friction. Anything to help relieve the itch that was growing within her.

Candy never failed to be surprised by how easily Castiel was able to pick her up. Even from their sitting position on her bed he had no trouble not only standing up but also picking Candy up with him, all while his lips stated busy kissing her desperately.

He carried her across the room until her back hit the wall. When it did, his lips broke the kiss between them and dipped down to her neck. Nipping at the skin he worked to build a mark on her. Something that would make it clear to the world that she was his and that nobody else could have her.

While he was doing this Candy was feeling herself turn into a desperate mess. Not only was she unable to get the pressure on her clit that she needed from this position, Castiel wasn’t even paying attention to her mouth like she wanted him to. Of course his attention on her neck was nice, but it wasn’t what she needed.

Then she remembered that the only way for him to know what she needed, was for her to tell him.

Without caring that someone might hear her, she moaned, “Fuck me, Cassy,” The nickname was never something he’d been overly fond of, but right now as it was coming out of Candy’s mouth it sounded like the hottest thing on the planet, “Fuck me hard.” Castiel stopped what he was doing to look her in the eyes, mouth slack-jawed as he listened to her.

She had never said anything like that before to him and Castiel’s eyes widened briefly at them. If not for the words actually spoken then for the fact that Candy’s voice was sounding more seductive in this moment than he had ever heard from her.

Dropping her down onto her feet, he continued to stare at her. His mouth was still partially open from shock at her. Somehow, she had caught him completely off guard and left him in a state where he just didn’t know what to say or do. Of course he wanted to pleasure her and to fuck her exactly how she wanted. But part of him was more interested in where things would go if he let her continue with her current actions.

Apparently, where she was going to go was towards his crotch. Or at least, her hand was. She rubbed the palm of her hand up and down over the growing erection that was currently trapped within the confines of his jeans. This little action from her hand (which was giving him jolts of pleasure) was enough to get him moving again.

He let out a small growl as he went back to kissing at her neck, jaw and lips while she continued to gently rub his member, causing it to grow harder under her touch. His hands held her waist tightly, gently rubbing this thumb against her sides as he held their bodies close together, enjoying the complete lack of space between them.

When they were close together, Castiel was at his happiest. Emotional closeness was good, but there was no denying that physical closeness was one hundred times better. Physical closeness allowed Castiel to do everything he wanted to do with/to Candy. Physical closeness allowed Castiel to show Candy how much she meant to him and how much he thought about her.

Stopping her movements which had succeeded in getting Castiel to his full hardness, Candy played with the zipper of his pants. The message was clear as day; she wanted the jeans gone. It was a request Castiel was more than happy to comply with.

Moving back just enough for her to be able to easily undo his pants, he watched as she used both hands to tug down his jeans and boxers enough for his hard erection to be in full view to her.

Without missing a beat, she gently held his member with one hand and slowly began rubbing him up and down. With every stroke she thought about what it was going to feel like once it was inside of her. And with every dirty thought she had, the wetter her panties became.

Castiel let out a loud groan before pulling her up, causing her to let out a quiet gasp as she was forced to let go of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to be inside of her. Now.

Hunger glazed over his eyes as he undid her shorts and slid them down and off, tossing them to the side. His eyes locked on her panties as Candy took over. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her wet panties and slowly slid them off, throwing them in the same direction Castiel had tossed her shorts.

When she stood back up, he slid his hand over her lower region. His fingertips grazing at her entrance and a slick wetness coated his fingers. Slowly he entered two fingers into her and began to pump. In and out. In and out. He stared at her the whole time, gauging her reaction.

He smirked as his actions had the effect that he had been desperately hoping for. It wasn’t long before she was crumbling beneath his touch.

With a series of shaky moans, she squirmed in place. Trying to force more friction that she desperately needed. Her knees were quickly turning weak, making it difficult for her to hold up her own body.

Before she could get any true satisfaction from his touch, he pulled away from her. “Please.” She whimpered, desperate for his hand to return to her.

Instead of inserting his finger back inside of her, he licked her juices off of his fingers. Staring at her as he did so, he felt his cock throb at the sight of her. Her heaving breaths made it clear that she was craving more, that she needed more from him.

Licking his lips, he revelled in the taste of her which was now coating his tastebuds, “Ready for the main event?” He asked her with a smirk.

Candy let out a pathetic whimper at his words. His voice only causing the wet pool between her legs to grow.

Castiel reached into his leather jacket’s pocket and quickly pulled out a condom before he removed it and tossed it across the room, not caring where it landed. It only took him a few seconds to slide the condom onto his hard cock.

He kissed her again. The kiss was deep and eager, all of his desires were building within him and spilling out into every action. His hands wrapped around her legs and picked her back up. Candy’s legs quickly wrapped around him and before she could process it, she was wedged between Castiel’s hot body and the cold wall again.

Slowly Castiel inched himself into Candy as she moaned, squirming in his grasp. “Fucking hell,” Castiel grunted under his breath as he felt himself enter her. When he was fully inside of her he, like always, paused for a moment to wait for Candy to give him the all clear for him to move.

With a quick nod from her that signalled him it was okay, he held nothing back. Roughly thrusting himself into her, she bounced up and down on his cock. Letting out shaky moans each time he thrust into her.

Candy opened her legs wider and adjusted her position on him enough that Castiel was able to hit deeper into her. Both of them feeling the pleasure between them heighten. Castiel was groaning loudly with every thrust, his climax quickly approaching.

As Castiel finally hit her g-spot, she let out a loud groan. “Oh fuck. Do that again,” She begged as a jolt of pleasure ran through her entire body “It’s right… there.” Candy threw her head back, hitting it on the wall as Castiel continued to desperately thrust into her.

Castiel grunted as he slammed into her over and over again. He did as she asked and slammed into her in an attempt to hit that same spot again. He loved the way that he voice shook every time he successfully hit her sensitive bundle of nerves. Each time he did, he was even more determined to hit it again.

“I’m close,” Candy gasped, squirming again. Her final undoing was quickly approaching. All she needed was for Castiel to thrust into her a few more times and she would be done for.

Castiel grunted at her words, and as he thrust deeply up into her he felt her walls tighten around him. Her back arched, pushing the two of them even closer together as the orgasm hit her.

With Candy’s orgasm bringing more pleasure to his cock than before, Castiel’s undoing followed shortly after. With a few quick, deep thrusts and a loud grunt, he came.

When both of their orgasms died down, they were both left as breathless and sweaty messes. Castiel pulled out of her and slowly lowered her back down onto her feet. “So,” Castiel started, “Did I make it up to you?”

He wasn’t expecting her to start laughing, but that was what Candy did, “Nope,” She began to leave a trail of kisses from his shoulder to his neck as she continued, “If you really want to make it up to me, you’re going to have to do it all again.”