Amid the Stacks
Pairing: Gabriel x reader
Summary: Gabriel catches you in the library and wants to play.
Written for: @welldonebeca
Word Count: 591
Tags/Warnings: smut, fingers, semi-public shenanigans
“Gabriel.” Your quiet hiss remains covered by the casual conversation happening from outside the aisles. Sam and Dean continue to discuss the case you’re on while you track down a specific book, oblivious to the extra company you’ve acquired.
His hand skims along the inside of your thigh, fingertips drinking in the silken contours of your nylons. “Shhh. Unless the plan is to alert dumb and dumber of what’s happening back here.”
Part of you is tempted to, so you can get back to work. The other, clearly more prominent part has you pressing back against him as his fingertips graze along your sex.
“Your mouth says no, but the deliberate lack of underwear tell a different story,” he breathes, a single finger pushing between your folds to tease along your slit, and the moment he discovers the moisture already gathering there he tsks. “You’ve been holding out on me, sweetheart.”
He nudges you forward, unceremoniously spreading your legs with the sweep of his.
You manage not to stumble, hands shooting out to grip the shelf in front of you, but there’s no masking your yelp of surprise or the scuff of your sole against against hardwood.
The boys conversation cuts off.
“Everything alright back there?” Dean asks.
You open your mouth, and just as you answer Gabriel takes that moment to push not one but two fingers into your entrance.
“Ye-ah!“ You squawk.
Your head swivels around to catch the inflated smirk he’s wearing.
Ass.
You send that thought to him through prayer, and a moment later his voice fills your head.
Not our usual foreplay, but if you insist.
He pulls back out of you, slick fingertips easing up the crack of your ass. Your eyes widen as you catch on to his intent, hips jerking forward when you feel him press against your other hole.
You flinch, eyes flashing murder at him as the The Annals of Swedish Folklore volumes one and three slam against the floor.
"You sure you’re alright?” Sam calls to you.
“Yeah, no, totally fine,” you insist, and the only reason you don’t slap the archangels hand away is because that would only draw further attention.
“I’m just…”
You fumble for an explanation, mouth parting in exhalation as Gabriel’s fingers slide lower again, teasing a slow circle around your entrance before dipping them back inside.
“Such a klutz in these heels.”
The excuse flows so freely from your mouth you’re fairly certain it’s been planted. You’d consider it a peace offering for your boyfriend’s blatant disregard for anything, but the hand that clamps over your mouth suggests things are only going to get worse - and oh so much better - from here.
He pushes his fingers into you as far as he can, pumping in and out a few times before twisting his hand around to catch that spot just right.
It’s all you can do to bite back a moan.
“Let’s play a game,” he purrs, as soon as Sam and Dean start talking again, his hand increasing its pace. "It’s called how many times can you come before making a sound?“
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This was the first thing I read in my return to Tumblr after... 2 months away. It was the perfect re-welcome!
