**The following is a songfic. Meaning it's highly recommended you listen to the list of songs below as you read. I promise it really helps set the mood! I own none of the characters. I apologize for nothing. **
**List of Panic! At the Disco songs:**
**Victorious**
**Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time**
**Hallelujah**
**Say Amen (It's Saturday Night)**
**Miss Jackson **
**Death of a Bachelor **
**Trigger warnings:**
**#fat shaming #jealousy #inappropriate dancing #fingering #lingerie #body positivity #plus size #voyeurism #sensual behavior #foul language #blasphemy technically #descriptions of genitalia #kissing #french kissing #blow jobs #cunnilingus #vaginal sex **
**DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ**
"Say it."
Words heavily laced with acid, you already knew what Dean was trying to avoid saying. The stare you gave him was so piercing that he started to shift uncomfortably where he stood. Sam spoke first.
"Y/N, I think what Dean was trying to sa-"
Cutting him off with dripping saccharine in your voice this time "Sam. Dean was about to say something. Don't be rude."
That did it. Dean finally blurted out "YOU'RE TOO CHUBBY ALRIGHT! I just don't think that we can lure these vamps out of the bar with the honeypot scam. We're going for option 2 and just busting up their nest instead."
More silence. Castiel, Gabriel, and Sam just stared between you and Dean. Nobody expected him to actually call you, in so many words, fat. If you hadn't been so full of rage you might have burst into tears right there. It's not like you didn't know what you were. Not that you even cared if the boys saw you as attractive. Well, not ALL of them. Sneaking a quick glance at Gabriel, to gauge his thoughts on the matter, you saw his eyes burning a hole through the floor, absentmindedly playing with the sucker in his mouth.
Finally you spoke. "You know Dean, maybe one day you'll crawl out of your frat boy tower of misogynistic fantasies and learn what a *real* woman looks like. And when that day comes, I hope she turns you down so hard that you choke on it."
That earned you a chuff from Sam and Gabriel. Dean looked visibly hurt.
Sighing heavily, you forfeited "Just go."
"Y/N..." Cas would be the only one brave enough to speak to you after that burn. Eyes full of concern as he reached out and gently touched your face. It had him worried. Speaking like that wasn't normal for you. "Cas, I'll be fine. Just come back in one piece." you said, placing your hand on top of his.
Reaching forward, he gave you a quick hug. If your face hadn't been buried in his trench coat, you might have caught the heated glance Gabriel was giving Castiel for sharing such an intimate touch with you.
The boys slunk out of the bunker and loaded up the Impala. Hearing Baby tear away was all the audio you needed to know you were finally alone. Hot tears started falling from your face. Allowing yourself about 30 seconds of pity, you wiped your face. *That's it*. That's all the time you were going to allow yourself to wallow in self pity. Why did you let Dean get to you like that? Maybe you'd been a little harsh with him. It's not like he was wrong. Always being on the bigger side hadn't stopped you before. Certain kinks aside, you were far from being innocent and inexperienced. Weight didn't hold you back from feeling sexy and feminine before, so why now? You already knew why. Gabriel had heard it. Ever since you'd met him he'd been constantly on your mind. At first, it was just a bit of an infatuation, but over time he had become the central focus of your 'night time activities'.
There was something just so intoxicating about those whiskey eyes, his trademark smirk, the way his hair tickled the tops of his cheekbones, those stunning 6 golden wings that framed him perfectly. All he had to do was look at you and you'd feel your center start to tighten and flutter. **Gabriel**. Fuck Chuck. All your prayers would go to Gabriel.
Thinking of him made you wet, wanting, and full of lust. *Stop it Y/N. You're just making it worse.*
Deciding a distraction was in order, you set on making an apology pie for Dean. Time to unwind and do some baking. Maybe get drunk and dance in your underwear. After shuffling through your IPod you decided it was a Panic! At the Disco kind of night. Opening a bottle of Merlot and taking a couple of hits off the joint you had stashed in your room, you started feeling giddy and playful.
*Tonight we are victorious *
*Champagne pouring over us*
*All my friends we're glorious*
*Tonight we are VIC-TOR-EE-USS*
Hooking up the bunker to be blue tooth friendly was the smartest thing you tweaked since you set up permanent residence. Music blasted from the kitchen loud enough to make the walls shake. The chorus hit and you began to sing along and shake your ass in time with the music.
*Oh we gonna turn up the crazy*
*Livin like a washed up celebrity*
*Shootin fireworks like its the Fourth of July *
*Until we feel alriiiiiight*
Missing the unmistakable sound of rustled wings enter the bunker, you carried on strutting your stuff. When you turned around you shrieked, effectively launching the eggs you were beating, all over your pants and knocking the flour all over the kitchen island. A very confused looking Castiel stared back at you. "Jesus Cas! Put a bell around your neck!".
"My apologies, Y/N. I didn't mean to startle you." a giant syringe, filled with dark liquid in his grasp. "Sam forgot the dead man's blood and I offered to retrieve it." Glancing down at the pants you were removing, his face heated up. "What- what are you doing?"
"Well, they're sticky and it's not like I'm not wearing underwear." Shimming out of the offending clothing, you stood in front of Cas feeling no shame. If Castiel was anything to you, he was like an older brother. Mostly you were just happy you were wearing cute panties today. They were a light mint color with white lace around the edges and a very risqué section above your ass was nothing but ribbon laced like a corset. You had on the matching bra too. "What? It's just like a swim suit, Cas. It's not a big deal."
*All right. All right it's a hellofa feelin tho*
*It's a hellofa feelin tho*
The song had changed to Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time. One of your favs. It made you feel powerful and confident. And a bit mischievous. Swiping a bit of the flour off the countertop, you walked over to Cas. "Now that you've got what you came for...get out. You're 4 wings too shy for how inappropriate I'm about to get. " Then you booped him, leaving a dot of flour on the tip of his nose. And then he was gone. Turning back to your baking, you chuckled to yourself at how easy it was to get Castiel so flustered.
Castiel appeared a moment later in the back of the Impala looking indeed flustered. "Did you get it?" Dean asked from the drivers seat. Castiel cleared his throat and replied "Yes, Dean."
"What the hell is on your nose?" Sam asked as he reached for the syringe. "Oh" Cas wiped off the flour. "Y/N was baking a pie."
Gabriel smiled. Sweets. He loved sweets. That was no secret. But the sweets that Y/N made were his favorite. Planning on a quick exit after the vamp nest was clear, he decided he'd have to make a detour back to the bunker for some of Y/N's pie. The double entendre wasn't lost to him and his smile turned into a sexy smirk. It wasn't the first time he'd though about Y/N and the sweets she could offer him. Thick thighs, small graceful hands, the way her ass looked when she bent over. And Father help him when she wore her hair down. What was Dean's problem with you, anyway? To him, you oozed sex appeal, thinking about how soft your skin felt the few times he had the opportunity to touch you, he almost started touching himself.
He imagined what sounds you might make if he had you in his bed. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen countertop he was sure you were dancing around** right now**. A cold shower was in his immediate future. Gabriel was snapped back to reality by Castiel's confusing next words.
"Dean, would it be acceptable to give Y/N a clothing allowance?"
"A clothing allowance?" Sam asked quizzically. "What the hell for?" Dean snapped.
Castiel continued "Well the underwear she was dancing around in seemed to be in need of replacing. There were pieces missing..."
The car came to a screeching halt. Dean swiveled around and said "Run that by me again?".
"From her rear...there were pieces missing..." Castiel's voice fading away.
The smile had disappeared from Gabriel's face. It had been replaced with something else. Something carnal. Hanging on Castiel's every word, holding breath he didn't need, due to his angel status, body frozen. Pensive, waiting.
"Cas what the hell do you mean there were pieces missing?" Dean spat out. Sam and Gabriel leaned forward, like if would make the description come faster.
"She told me I was 4 wings too shy for how inappropriate she was about to be, and when she turned around, the back of her underwear had a portion, right above her bottom, with some ribbon, in a cris cross pattern, ...:tied up with a bow."
Dean's jaw visibly dropped as he struggled to find the words to explain the intricacies of lingerie to an angel of the lord. Before he had a chance, Gabriel spoke up from the back seat.
"See ya Losechesters".
*Snap*
Gabriel was gone.
"What did she mean by I was 4 wings too shy?" Cas asked Sam."Humans can't see angels wings and the only ones with 6 wings are archangels."
"I think you just answered your own question Cas." Sam answered.
A soft "Son of a Bitch" came from Dean as he turned the car hard to start heading home. Dean smacked the steering wheel and yelled "SON OF A BITCH!".
"Dean, what are you doing? What about the vamp nest?" Sam exclaimed.
"It'll be there tomorrow!" Dean bellowed. "Besides, we're now down a man and there's no way in hell i'm gonna let that trickster put his sticky hands anywhere near Y/N!".
"You can't be sure he's headed back to the bunker, Dean. Gabriel tends to flake a lot. He could be anywhere." Even as Sam said those words he knew exactly where Gabriel was headed.
Dean said nothing. The odometer spoke for him. They were headed back to the bunker at 90 miles an hour.
—
*All you sinners stand up, sing Hallelujah *
*Show praise with your body, stand up, sing Hallelujah *
*And if you can't stop shaking, lean back, let it move right through ya*
*And say your prayers, say your prayers, say your prayers*
Finishing up trussing the Apple cinnamon pie, you stood back, admiring your work. There, in the center, was a giant, veiny, cock made out of dough. "Heh heh" you chuckled. Knowing Dean would eventually buckle and eat the pie. It was his favorite. Waiting to watch him wrestle with himself, until he broke and accepted the fact that he'd have to eat a dick, was a dish literally served best cold.
The song playing poetically described how you felt. Lyrics resonated through you.
*And the time for being sad is over*
*And you miss him like you miss no other*
*And being blue, is better than being over it, over iiiit*
It felt like something spiritual rolled around in smut, ridden hard and put to bed wet.
The music was too loud for you hear Gabriel's entrance. Silent and watching the scene before him, Gabriel hovered in the doorway. The only clue he was even present had been his winged arrival. Making sure he hadn't fully appeared, staying invisible.
Finally seeing the infamous underwear for himself, he noted Cas had purposely not touched the surface with his description. '*That cock blocker *' Gabriel thought, suddenly became jealous as hell that Castiel had seen you in something so revealing. All those feelings suddenly dissipated when he saw you slide down a wall, in a way that could only be described as, pornographic. Dancing like you were in a music video without an ounce of humility. Only ever imagining you acting like this in his deepest fantasies. Confidence in your body pushed you around the room. Intoxicating. Like a goddess of lust. He just had to get near you.
The scene quickly shifted with song.
*I pray for the wicked on the weekend*
*Mama can I get another Amen*
*Oooooh ooh it's Saturday night *
*Swear to God I ain't never gonna repent*
*Mama can I get another Amen*
*Oooooh ooh it's Saturday night *
Now you were on fire. Being alone in the bunker and grooving to some of your sexy tracks made you feel brave.
No scratch that- fearless.
Brendon Urie's vocals on this new track inspired your inner vixen. Whenever you got to this level your confidence turned you into a size 2 porn star. The lyrics were getting to you in a vibrating way. Having no qualms about dancing wildly around the kitchen, gyrating and rolling your hips in time with the rhythm, you finally just let go. Feeling brazen, you childishly started drawing in the spilt flour. Bounced with the beat, you finished your doodle.
A heart with wings and a halo. Inside you'd written one word.
Gabriel.
Moving fluidly around the kitchen island, Gabriel got a glance at the counter and his breath hitched. *No fucking way*. "Y/N wants me? Reality hit him. "Y/N wants me" he said with a curl of his lip. Deafening heartbeats now pounding his ears. Watching from the other side of the counter as she stopped, smirked, and added two devil horns to the top of the heart. *She's not wrong.*Gabriel thought, as he moved dangerously close to her body. A whiff of perfume drowning him in sensuality. Mere inches away from her, she suddenly spun away in time with the lyrics to the other side of the counter. Kissing two fingers and placing them inside the heart, she licked her lips sensuously.
Wickedness flashed in her eyes. Shoving her hand deep into her core, she brought out her middle finger, slick with her juices, **and wiped it across the surface of the pie**. Raising the finger to her lips, she licked it clean, and then flicked off the pastry, mouthing the words *fuck you Dean*.
If she hadn't turned to put the pie in the oven, she would have seen the edges of the counter splinter under the pressure of some unseen force. Gabriel vowed that Dean would get nowhere this pie.
The sexual tension of the song was reaching its peak and you started grinding against the counter pretending it was Gabriel in front of you. On the opposite side of the counter, Gabriel began to pant. The only savior to his body's betrayal was the ungodly volume of the music. Pupils blown, he locked on to your every movement. All of a sudden he realized what you were about to do as you reach for your top.
Meaning to make himself known, frozen instead at the sight of you removing your shirt. Slowly crawling up onto the counter, you salaciously pressed your body onto the flour. Every hormone in his body screamed to devour you. Then you flipped on to your back *writhing* as you groped your breasts. It almost made you come. And you weren't alone in that feeling. The song ended.
Laying on the counter, you tried to catch your breath. Gabriel suddenly appeared above you just *staring*.
Before you had a chance to react, you heard someone clear their throat. Leaning your head towards the door, there stood Sam, Dean, and Castiel. By the looks on their faces, you placed them somewhere between shock and desire.
A shrill squeak escaped your lips as you plummeted unceremoniously to the ground. Hiding behind the counter, you tried to calculate how long they might of been standing there. Raising you head high enough to peek, you saw that the answer was most definitely long enough.
*Fuck*
Had Gabriel seen? Of course he had. They all had.
*FUCK*
Mustering up your emotions you made a command decision. *Fuck it*
Standing up and composing yourself, you walked around the counter to gather your shirt off the floor next to the object of your hidden desire. Well, not so hidden now. You swallowed hard and just went for it.
Walking up to Gabriel, you leaned into the counter, bringing your body close enough to make everyone in the room blush, archangel included. Locking your sights onto his mouth where the lollipop hung unceremoniously from his lips, you closed the gap and gingerly grasped the stick with your teeth.
It easily fell from his mouth. Placing your hand on the stick, you turned it around and slipped it in between your lips. Dean dropped the vial of dead man's blood he had been clutching in his hand. The noise it made turned your head.
Satisfied with the reaction you were receiving, you flipped your shirt over your shoulder and started sauntering out the door. Not even bothering to make eye contact you said "pie comes out in 30 minutes" as you filed through the wall of tall men blocking your path. "I need a shower. I'm absolutely *filthy*." you stated, as if it was the most normal thing to say. Slapping Sam's ass on your way out the door you shouted "I'll be in my bunk" without ever turning around.
"I believe Y/N just proved you wrong, Dean" Castiel stated.
"Yeah, no shit" Sam added.
Dean just stood there, staring at the counter you had been practically having sex with. Blushing so hard his ears were bright red.
Gabriel was already half way down the hall headed towards your room, holding the IPod you'd left behind.
Once Dean had regained some composure he yelled down the hall "Get back here, you feathery bastard!". Charging after the archangel around the corner, he suddenly came face to face with Sam and Castiel, back at the kitchen door. *You've gotta be kidding me.* Dean thought. Breaking into a run, Dean rounded the corner once more, just to appear back at the kitchen again with the boys. "SON OF A BITCH!" Dean screamed to the empty hall. Gabriel had apparently made it impossible to reach your room for the moment with his trickster magic.
Sam moved to the table to set up his laptop, knowing he was grounded to the kitchen for the foreseeable future. Trying not to laugh, he huffed out "Come on, Dean. At least she made you pie.".
"Shut up, Sam" Dean snapped, slumping into a chair next to his brother.
Heart pounding, you closed the door to your room and turned the lock. Not but 5 seconds later there came a knock. "Go away, Dean!" you yelled through the smile plastered on your face.
An almost guttural "**It's NOT Dean**" came from the other side of the door.
*Holy Shit* THAT wiped the smile right off your smug face.
Feeling a weight drop straight to your groin, your pulse raced as you cracked the door open, peeking through. There stood Gabriel, holding the doorframe, eyes hooded, and he looked out of breath, drenched in lust.
Holding your breath, waiting for him to speak, you desperately tried to stop fanning the burning candle currently in your heart.
Looking like a man starved, he took a few deep breaths and settled himself.
"You gonna invite me in, sugar?".
—-
The iPod clutched in his hand was still playing through the tiny speakers.
Hearing the unmistakable lyrics of one of the more sultry songs in your Panic! Playlist, your loins literally stirred.
*Climbin out the door *
*Didn't leave a mark*
*No one knows it's you Miss Jackson *
*Found another victim *
*But no ones gonna find Miss Jackson, Jackson, Jackson*
It was about to get significantly hotter in here if this song kept playing.
Stepping back, you let Gabriel into the room thinking '*in for a penny, in for a pound'.*
The tension in the room was palpable. Gabriel pushed the door behind him shut, re-locking it with a heavy *click*.
Not giving him much leeway into the room, his back pressed against the door. Handing you back the iPod, he said "I have just one question for you". Not waiting for you give a reply, his face suddenly became very serious. "Did you mean any of that...or were you just teasing me for the hell of it?"
Putting a hand on either side of the door, effectively gluing him to the spot, your words failed you. Leaning forward, you barely grazed his lips with yours.
Before you could blink Gabriel had moved with lightning speed, reversing your positions, his body a hairs breath apart from yours. Practically growled as he leaned into your ear "I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me. Tell me I can touch you.".
Quickly realizing he still had yet to touch you, as close as you were, compromising as the position was, he was still making sure he had your permission to proceed. The look he was giving you told you he wanted to know you, in the most biblical sense of the word.
Choking out the words "I...I want you Gabriel". spoken barely above a whisper, he'd still heard you.
*Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson are you nastay*
*Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson are you nastay*
*Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson are you nastay, are you nastay*
*Out the back door*
*God damn but I love her anyway*
Waiting for the other shoe to drop, to wake up, to hear him pass everything off as a sick, cruel joke, your breathing was heavy. Chests lightly grazing with each gasp. The moment never came. Barely a beat passed before he sunk into you and poured all of his passion into a heated kiss that made your knees weak. It was so intense you moaned into his mouth. Growling in response, his hands flew to your lower back, pulling you closer, trying to meld your bodies into one.
Movements become erratic and desperate. He was like a horny teenager- *insatiable*. With a *snap* of his fingers, you both suddenly flopped on the surface of your bed, his body pressed atop yours. Feeling his hardened length against your stomach made you gasp in appreciation at what you were doing to him. Reaching your arms around his neck to return the embrace, desperately trying to pull him even closer, your fingers accidentally brushed against something soft. **His wings. **
Finally being close enough to touch, you wanted to caress them. Oh, how you wanted to know how soft they were. Would he mind? Would it hurt him? Tentatively, you brushed your fingertips slowly across the silky plumes.
Gabriel groaned loudly and yanked you off the bed, right onto his lap, your legs straddling him. Breaking the kiss, much to your dismay, he spoke for the first time since smashing you against the door. " Darlin', you keep that up I'm not gonna be able to hold myself back much longer". Breathing quickening, as he began to grind into you, desperate for more friction.
"Gabe" you whined. "The flour, it's getting everywhere." Both looking down, you saw at the tangled mess of sheets coated in white powder. It had become slimy as it mixed with the hot sweat breaking out all over your bodies. "I still really need that shower" you confessed.
"Why? I'm just going to get you dirty all over again." Gabriel whispered against your neck. Moving down your chest, his focus locked on to the two orbs of pleasure located inches away from his mouth.
"Gabriel!" you laughed out. "It's getting in your wings. That can't feel good."
He stopped breathing. "How...how do you know that?" he asked, completely forgetting that you had been touching them not but a few moments ago. Searched your face for the answer, he saw you reached up and touched a spot that was clumped together.
Pulling it down to show him, you stated "See? Right here."
"You can see my wings?" The words falling from his mouth in utter disbelief.
"Well, yeah. Can't everyone? I mean, I just figured the boys were used to seeing them and that's why no one talked about it." your brow furrowing in confusion.
"Oh, Darlin, no. They can't see my wings. The fact that you can means something *very* special." his grin spreading ear to ear. Motionless, his body hardened against hers, heart bursting out of his rib cage. *She can SEE my WINGS*
"What does it mean? Is it because I'm into you?" you prodded.
"Something like that" he vaguely responded while giving your throat light, lazy kisses. Not right now, he wouldn't let you know what it actually meant. It would scare you off. Hearing other angels talk about the experience, it always meant the same thing. *Soulmate.* There was no way she was getting rid of him now. Gabriel was over the moon that it had been you. "So... shower?" he said, switching the topic quickly. Moving you off his lap suddenly, made you moan at the loss of contact. Helping you up from the bed, he grabbed at your ass, squeezing it, as he pressed his rock hard erection against your aching mound. "Mmmff" mouth pressed, he relished the pressure. Moving towards the shower in your room before either of you changed your mind, you guided him slowly. Sam and Dean had been nice enough to give you the only room in the bunker that had one. Silently thanking them that you didn't have to walk down a hall right now.
Gabriel grabbed your IPod as he followed close behind you. "This is coming with us. I love what the music is doing to you." Smiling as you stepped into the bathroom, you turned the water on. Suddenly you stopped. Gabriel was about to see you naked. Why were you so terrified? Where did all your confidence just go? Gabriel sensed something in the air and stood behind you, nuzzling your neck with his arm around your waist. Plucking the IPod from his hand, you selected a slow, sexy song to drive away your fears. Setting the device on the counter, you unhooked your bra and let it fall. Gabriel's eyes never left your face.
*The lace in your dress*
*Tangles my neck*
*How do I live*
*The death of a bachelor*
*Oh oh oh*
*Letting the water fall*
Good shower song. A gentle touch was your choice to slowly unbutton Gabriel's shirt. Letting you undress him was beyond sensual. The shirt slid to the floor and you moved to undo his pants. Somewhere a proverbial starting pistol fired at the sound of the zipper being undone. Gabriel moved with inhuman speed and had you both in the shower, your back pressed to the cold tile. Gasping against the freezing wall, the sound motivating Gabriel to hoist you up, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, as he turned you under the warm spray. No man had ever been able to hold you like this. It was exhilarating. It made you feel sexy. But then again, Gabriel wasn't technically a man.
"Soap, Gabriel" you said between kisses. Nodding, he let you down gently. Grabbing your body wash, you squeezed a dollop on the loofah, working it into a lather. "Turn around" you ordered. Gabriel obeyed and placed his hands on the wall. The suds slid down his gorgeous body. Taking a second to marvel at his delicious form, you moved to clean his wings. Careful not to literally ruffle his feathers, you gently scrubbed away the caked on flour. Vibrations rocked his body under your ministrations. Then a loud crack echoed through the bathroom. The shower tile had broken in the two places where he'd placed his hands for balance.
"We're clean enough" he said, quickly turning to take hold of you and snapping his fingers again.
Once again, you found yourselves atop your bed, the sheets magically clean and bed remade. And your hair was dry. Gabriel must have noticed the look you had and said "Trickster, cupcake. It comes with perks."
"So you could've just snapped your fingers and cleaned every thing? What was the point of the shower?" you chuffed.
"To get you naked and wet. Obviously." Gabriel glanced down at your still present underwear. "These need to go." Using his angelic strength, he ripped them as if they were made of paper. Gasping at his actions, you grabbed at the sheets as he dove straight into your folds. That angelic tongue made one slow, long lick from your entrance to your bundle of nerves. Any problems you were going to voice about him going down on you got lost in the fog your fast approaching release had created.
Gabriel muffled a groan into your apex, "You taste like sweetness and cherry pie, sugar".
"Gabriel.. I.. I need... to te-tell you something" you rasped. But you didn't get the chance to say, your orgasm crashed over you like a rolling wave. Finding out the old fashion way, he discovered you were a gusher.
A long time ago, an old boyfriend had made you feel ashamed of what your body naturally did when you came. Self conscious ever since, you avoiding letting guys go down on you.
Gabriel not only wasn't repulsed, he ferociously drank your essence in its entirety, grinding himself into the edge of the bed.
Something animalistic awoke in you. Shoving yourself off the bed you reached to grab Gabriel's face and licked his lips before dominating his mouth with your tongue. Pushing him down on the bed with all your strength, you grabbed ahold of his boxers and ripped them off, causing his member to spring forth at full mast. After so long of wondering what he looked like naked, you were finally rewarded with the sight before your eyes. Definitely not disappointed.
Diving onto him, you pressed one hand onto his abdomen, the other finally holding his manhood. Giving his tip the smallest of licks, you tasted the pre-cum that had started forming. Mmmmm. Tastes like honey. Flipping your hair out of the way, you gave him the perfect view as you languidly dragged your tongue from the underside of his length all the way to the top. Gabriel's head fell back with a flop as he moaned embarrassingly loud. Taking him fully in your mouth, your tongue swirled around his rod like a lollipop, then suction, bobbing up and down. Setting a pattern on repeat, you felt Gabriel tense up beneath you. "Can't...too much...need to...going to..." the words hitched between his panting.
Suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders and lifted you off his dick. Thinking you'd done something wrong until he said "Y/N...please, sugar" his forehead pressed to yours "I need to feel you around me. I can't wait any longer." Straddling his lap, you positioned your body to line up with his, foreheads still pressed together, hands on his shoulders, you lowered yourself slowly onto him. Soft little 'ah's' escaped from your lips as your hips sheathed him fully, stilling yourself as you adjusted to his girth. Both pausing for a moment, you each reveling in the feeling of being completely joined. Slowly, you started moving your hips up and down. Gabriel took over from there, grabbing any bit of you he could touch, his hands moved at a flurrying pace. He coaxed you to speed up, his hands locking on your hips tightly, helping you gyrate. Throwing back your head at the sensation, you started to cry out loudly in between breaths, as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. To him, it sounded like you were singing. Seizing the opportunity, he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. Pushing his face into your breast, you held him there.
"Gabriel...harder...please"
Launched you forward upon hearing your plea, he began fucking you into the mattress faster, as if he was chasing down his own release. Tiny droplets of sweat were forming on his brow. You knew he was close. So were you. Gabriel suddenly stilled, realizing for the first time that he wasn't wearing protection. Watching him figure out what step to take next, you leaned up to his ear and whispered "I'm on the pill. You can come inside me." Pace quickly resuming with new fervor, maddened with passion, you became a matching set.
"Y/N...I lo-mmmm" his mouth stopped by your kiss. Not yet. *Not yet* you thought. It's too soon. It's just the moment. Fighting against your mouth, pushing his grunts down your throat, he came, biting your shoulder. Warm pulses surged through your body as his very essence soaked into your core. Fiercely, immediately, ear splitting and guttural, you came again, visibly shaking from the intensity of accepting his grace. Flashes of gold shimmered across Gabriel's honey colored orbs. The same gold had presented in your eyes as well, a private viewing for him only. A beat. Another beat. Satiation painted over your face, he closed his eyes, placing a chaste kiss on your swollen lips. Logging 'biting' as a fetish of yours, he slid out of your warmth and settled beside you, watching your breathing as it slowed. The music from your iPod hummed in the background.
Gabriel's fingertips ghosted along your arm at your side. The touch was so small but intimate. Shivering at the sensation, your body buzzed with endorphins. Turning towards him, you saw his gorgeous eyes gazing at you like you were a present he'd just unwrapped on Christmas.
A smirk gracing your mouth, the cheesy line broke the silence, "So, was it good for you?".
Gabriel chuckled and pressed his face into your tummy, resulting in giving you a raspberry as punishment. Squealing with laughter at first, you immediately stopped as he moved down your body towards your glistening sex.
"Gabriel? What are you doing?".
"Going for seconds, cupcake. Didn't I tell you I have a sweet tooth?".