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Warnings: mentions of torture/blood, pure smut, dirty talk, oral, roughish sex, unprotected sex, demon!Castiel, language
Fic:
“This could all be over,” you tell the demon as you wipe your knife clean. You look over your shoulder at the bruised and battered demon, his eyes flash black as he stares at you defiantly. “All you have to do is give me a teeny tiny amount of information and I’ll let you go free.” He doesn’t even respond, he just stares at you.
All you wanted to know was where Crowley was hiding, but the only thing you’d been able to get out of the demon was his name, Castiel. You’d tried every form of torture you could think of, but you couldn’t crack him. Currently, you had him tied up to a chair in the center of a devil’s trap. Playing with the knife, you begin circling the Devils trap, thinking of a new form of torture. It starts to dawn on you that maybe torture isn’t the way to get what you want. You place the knife down on a table littered with weapons before heading out of the room to the kitchen. Grabbing a rag, you wet it down and head back to the room where Castiel is tied up.
He watches you silently as you move around to stand in front of him. You kneel down and take his face between your hands, using the rag to wipe away the blood that’s dried on his forehead.
“What are you doing?” he asks, the first words you’d heard from him in days. Now it’s your turn not to speak. He hisses as you wipe the blood from a particularly nasty scar. “Why are you doing this?” he asks. You smile as you look up at him.
“I really don’t want to hurt you Castiel,” you tell him, “All I want to know is where Crowley is. I don’t have to torture you, maybe we could make a deal. You give me what I want and I’ll give you something you want. So, what do you want?” You let a hand trail down to his chest.
Castiel’s eyes flash black again as he smirks. “I think you know what I want,” Castiel replies.
“So do we have a deal?” you ask, tracing your fingers over his battered shirt from his chest to the waistband of his pants. Castiel tugs at the restraints holding his wrists to the arms of the chair, but they hold him tight. “I’ll take that as a yes,” you surmise before leaning in to kiss him, sealing the deal. You suck his bottom lip between your teeth and draw it out before you move your lips along his jaw and neck.
You take his torn shirt in your hands and rip it down the front, letting it hang open so you can drag your nails down his chest. Castiel arches into your touch, his hands still pulling at the restraints. You move your hands down to his belt and undo the buckle as you suck one of his nipples between your lips. Castiel groans as you pull his zipper down and reach into his boxers.
His cock is already half hard as you pull it free. Castiel grunts as you wrap your hand around his length and stroke him, his cock growing harder with each pull of your hand.
“So, where is he?” you ask, leaving kisses down his abdomen, nipping his skin here and there.
“You get what you want once I get what I want,” Castiel growls. You smirk up at him before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock, two could play this game. You lick across his slit, collecting the salty precum before sucking his tip between your lips. His hips buck up, ask you to take more of him into his mouth, but you push him back down. You pump your hand over his shaft as you suck his tip, using your tongue to work him over.
Castiel groans, his blue eyes half lidded and his lips parted. That look on the demon’s face was enough to soak your panties. “That’s it,” he hisses as you take more of him into your mouth and begin bobbing your head. His cock twitches and his muscles tense. You can tell he’s getting close, but you’re not about to let him cum until he tells you what you want.
You wrap your hand around the base of his cock and squeeze hard enough to prevent his climax. Castiel grunts in disapproval. His arms strain at the ropes holding them down. “What do you think you’re doing?” he growls.
“Waiting for you to hold up your end of the bargain,” you answer, letting go of his cock and sitting back slightly, “Just tell me what I want to know and I’ll let you cum anywhere you want.”
“Anywhere?” he asks, raising one eyebrow.
“Dealer’s choice,” you answer with a smirk.
Castiel’s jaw tenses and he waits to answer as if he’s trying to test your resolve, but he finally gives in. “He’s in Washington DC, near the Capitol building,” Castiel tells you, “Now let me out of this fucking chair.” You swallow thickly as you untie the ropes around his wrist.
As soon as his right hand is free, he tears at the rope holding his left hand. When he’s free, he stands from the chair looking down at you as he strokes his cock. “Lay down,” he commands you. You do as asked and lay back against the wooden floor.
Castiel uses his foot to press your legs apart before he moves to kneel between them. You watch as he pulls the zipper of your jacket down and pushes it open before taking your shirt in both hands and tearing it open, buttons flying in every direction. He pulls you up to a sitting position so he can pull the shirt and jacket from your body. His fingers work at the hook of your bra, opening it before pulling the material from you and tossing it to the side.
He doesn’t even bother with teasing, he knows you’re already ready for him. His fingers open your pants and pull them down roughly, just down to your knees. Your panties follow soon after.
Castiel runs a finger through your wet folds and groans. “This turns you on doesn’t it?” he asks, “The thought of being fucked by a demon.” You groan in response. Castiel smirks down at you as he pumps his hand over his cock.
Suddenly, he grabs your hips and flips you over, positioning you on your hands and knees. He takes his cock in his hand and presses it against your entrance. “You want my cock inside you don’t you?” he asks.
“Yes,” you moan as he rubs his dripping tip around your clit. You push your hips back against him, trying to gain more friction.
“Look at that,” Castiel groans, “A hunter begging to be fucked by a demon.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. You push your hips back again and Castiel lines his cock up with your entrance.
Castiel groans as he pushes his cock into you, filling you to the hilt. You gasp as he starts thrusting, hardly giving you any time to adjust to his large size. His hands gasp your hips with bruising force as he fucks you fast and hard. Your fingers curl, trying to hold on to something, but the wood floor offers you no purchase.
“Castiel,” you moan, his thrusts hitting all the right spots.
“Yeah, you like that don’t you Y/N,” Castiel grunts. His hands slide up your body, taking one of your breasts in each hand. He squeezes the flesh and tugs the nipples as he continues fucking you wildly. The slap, slap, slap, of skin on skin fills the room alongside the moans, grunts, and groans falling from your lips and Castiel’s.
His cock twitches inside you and you your walls grow tight around him. “Fuck Y/N,” Castiel growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. His hands slide up to your shoulders, giving him a better hold on you and allowing him to reach deeper inside you.
“Castiel,” you moan. One of his hands moves back down to your clit and rubs harsh circles around it. Your hands turn into fists and your back arches as your orgasm hits you. “Castiel!” you cry out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. Castiel keeps thrusting, drawing out your orgasm.
“Y/N,” Castiel shouts as his climax hits him. His cock pulses, spilling himself deep inside you. Curses, praises, and your name fall from his lips. His thrusts slow and come to a stop as you drop from your hands to your elbows. Castiel places a hand to your lower back as he pulls himself from you, leaving you empty.
You turn over and lay back against the floor, lifting your hips to pull up your pants and panties. Castiel lies down beside you, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
“See,” you say, letting your head loll to the side, “I told you there was no need for torture.”
“Is there any other information you need?” he asks, a devilish grin crossing his lips.
“You don’t happen to know what Crowley’s plans are do you?” you ask slyly.
“I might,” Castiel replies, “If you’d be willing to make another deal.” You can’t help but smile at his response.