One shots - Destiel

Tutor

Cas and Dean are both humans. I hope you guys like it! ❤️
Dean POV
"Dean Winchester come and see me at the end of the lesson." I groaned, what had I done now? Oh yeah, nothing. Mr Roman just holds a grudge against me because of a slight mistake I made in chemistry last year, which lead to a minor explosion, it's not like anyone got hurt! You would think he'd have gotten over being soaked in borax, everybody else has.
The bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson, and day, to everyone except me. I tried to shuffle out of the classroom unnoticed, but just as I reached the door, thinking I had a chance of escaping to freedom, I heard his patronising voice. "And don't think I've forgotten about you, Mr Winchester." I turned around to see him smiling in a smug, creepy way, if I didn't know any better, I would think he's going to eat me, like some of the rumours going around school are saying. It makes me extremely uncomfortable, and I have to stop myself from shuddering, just his presence is creepy.
"In case you are too dim to notice, you are failing my class, badly, very badly." He handed me the last test we did to prove it to me, and at the top of the sheet was a "U" circled in bright red. Unclassified, you really can't get any worse than that.
"I will admit, chemistry isn't exactly my... strong suit-"
"You don't say." He said, cutting me off, flashing me that unsettling smile of his.
"Seeing as you are doing so awful in this class, I have arranged for you to have a tutor, you will meet him in the library directly after school, on every day of the week, with the exception of Friday's. Have fun." He sent me one last smirk before walking out of the classroom leaving me on my own. He is such a dick. There's no need to rub in the fact I suck at chemistry, like I don't know that all ready.
I start to leave the classroom, kicking a chair on my way out.

I enter the library, looking around for my tutor. Wait, how am I supposed to know who to look for? He didn't even tell me who it was! I roll my eyes, he can't blame me for skipping my tutoring sessions if I don't know who my tutor is. I turn around to walk out and go home, trying to work out how many episodes of Doctor Who I'll be able to watch, when I feel a tap on my shoulder.
Instinctively, I say, "Don't fucking tou-" But when I turn around to see who it is, I can't finish the rest of my sentence. My glare is met by the single most beautiful pair of blue eyes that I have ever seen. They're so innocent looking, so full of life and hope, and instantly, I know who they belong to. Castiel Novak, he's kind of a loner, a geeky, adorable loner, and I'm kind of in love with him. Not that we've ever spoken to each other, well, not in the "real world" anyway.
"Hey, um, Dean?" He asks me in his deep, velvety voice. No matter how many times I hear him answer his name in the register, I'll never get used to how deep his voice is. I simply nod in response, feeling my face going pink. Oh god this is so embarrassing. Dean Winchester does not blush. I'm the captain of the football team, and here I am, blushing because of the way some guys voice sounded when he said my name.
He cleared his throat, and I realised we had just been stood here staring at each other for about a minute straight. "Anyway, Mr Roman assigned me to be your chemistry tutor, for up until you manage to get a B in a test, okay?" My mouth went dry, Castiel Novak was my tutor? I can barely talk to him, and I have imagined multiple scenarios in my head where I have, and that always lead to dates and... other things. I guess I'll just have to try and act like I haven't had a massive crush on him since 9th grade. I'll try to play it off, act normal.
"Sure." I said, with a smirk. "And in the amount of time it will take me to get a B, who knows what we'll get up to?" I flirted shamelessly with a wink. I like to think it was sexy, I can only hope I didn't look like I was having a stroke. His cheeks flushed bright pink as he nervously tugged at his collar and I saw him gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down slightly. It was no secret that I was bisexual, maybe that's what's making him seem flattered (or uncomfortable, I'm gonna go with flattered) than he would have been if I was straight.
"Right, well, we should get on with studying so.." He trailed off, gesturing to a desk and two seats in an almost enclosed area in the corner of the room, it was slightly hidden by the stacks of books surrounding it, that the lazy librarians couldn't be bothered to put on the shelves. It looks like the perfect make out spot...
I followed him over to the seats and sat down on one of them.
"Well Cas, you sure picked a nice spot, this way nobody will see what we're doing." I said, winking again. Oh god I winked too many times. That's it. It's over. I have no chance of being with him now. Luckily, he just blushed again, meaning he (hopefully) didn't think I was insane.
"You, uh, you called me Cas." He said, going an even darker shade of pink.
"Shit, sorry. Is it okay if I call you that? I didn't even realise, it just kinda slipped out, I guess." Great, now I was blushing, too. Again. What is this, fifty shades of red?
"No, it's fine. I like it." He said, smiling at me. Hmm, I wonder if maybe he likes me too. Even if he doesn't, he will one day, I'm making it my New Years resolution. In May. But still, it's better late than never.
He started droning on about polymers and monomers but I tuned it out, just watching his light pink lips, and imagining them wrapped around... woah there brain, chill out, you whore.
Cas POV
He called me Cas. Not even my family call me Cas. They call me "Cassie", despite my constant insisting on them not to. But Cas, I like it. Especially the way Dean says it. I clear my throat and start going on about polymers and monomers, not really needing to think about what I was saying, it comes so naturally to me, it's like it's been burned into my brain, which is helpful since I can barely think with Dean staring at my lips like that. I can't deny it, I've had a crush on him since I sat next to him for biology in 9th grade. I was so happy when he came out as bisexual, it felt like I finally had a chance, but then I realised who I was. Plain, geeky Castiel, why on earth would a popular jock pay any attention to someone like me? They wouldn't, or that's what I thought until today, the way he's been flirting with me, the way he's staring at me. Maybe I do have a chance after all...
Dean POV
Just kiss him already. No, he doesn't like me like that. Or does he? I won't be able to find out unless I kiss him. If he tells me to back off, I will. And then I will proceed to make him fall in love with me by the end of the year. Easy. Unless he's one hundred percent straight, in which case I will have no chance.
I gradually scoot my chair nearer to his, until it's literally impossible for us to be any closer. He stops what he's saying and gulps.
"Dean what are y-" I cut him off, pressing my lips against his. Honestly I thought he would push me away, what I didn't expect was for him to kiss me back passionately, rolling over so he was straddling me. I ran my fingers through his messy, raven hair and grabbed his ass. I felt his tongue glide across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I smirked against his mouth, teasing him by not letting him in. He then grinded against me, and my mouth opened as I gasped, allowing his tongue to enter. He dominated my mouth, exploring it with his tongue. I was completely under his spell. He kissed along my jaw and nibbled my earlobe slightly. "Don't make a sound." He growled in my ear. I nodded and swallowed nervously, amazed at what he was doing to me. He kissed down my neck, sucking and biting it gently. That's definitely gonna leave marks but I'm beyond caring. He goes back to kissing my mouth and starts to rhythmically grind his hips against mine, making my hips buck. I struggle to keep my promise of being quiet, and can't quite hold back a very quiet whimper, but luckily it won't have been loud enough for anyone other than Cas to hear. While kissing me, he starts to palm me through my jeans, making it even harder for me to hold back my moaning, and making me harder. He starts to leave more hickeys on my neck, whilst still rubbing me through my trousers, and finally, it's too much.
"Oh, God, Cas!" Shit. Well that wasn't quiet. Cas jumped off my knee and the librarian came over to see what was happening. Cas went back to talking about chemistry, as if nothing had happened, but it was more than a little obvious about what we'd been up to. I looked over at the dishevelled Castiel next to me, with his swollen lips and hair that's even messier than normal, and I knew I would be in a pretty similar state.
Miss Naomi went so red she was almost purple. If we were two straight people she would still be mad, but with someone who's as much of a Christian as she is, she was seriously pissed.
"Out. Now! You are permanently banned from the library and will have to find somewhere else for your studying." She yelled, with her face distorted in pure anger and hatred for the two of us.
We ran out of there with red faces from the embarrassment of being caught.
"So, Cas, where do you want to meet up for tomorrow?"

(A.N) Hey guys, I hope you liked that! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but my teachers have decided to give me loads of tests all at once, so I've been doing revision. Thank you guys for reading these, I love you. ❤️ *goes to your house and delivers you pizza*