Teacher's Pet||A Destiel Fan Fiction

Chapter 5

That sent a shiver down Dean's spine and he did a terrible job at hiding it. The professor's face was so close to Dean's, his hot breath hitting Dean's ear. "What if I told you I wanted in trouble?" Dean said, putting back on his tough guy cover. The professor looked at Dean amused. "And why pray tell, would you want that?" Professor Novak asked, grabbing Dean's face with his hand to both assert dominance and maintain eye contact. Dean melted in the professor's hand, along with his act. "I wanted to get your attention," Dean said, his walls crumbling at the sight of the professor's eyes. Professor Novak hummed in a questioning tone. "I want you to be specific, Dean," He said, lowering his tone even more when he said his student's name. That made Dean's breath hitch. "I think that you are hot," Dean said. "And I want to have sex with you." He said the last part with a softer voice.

"You have to speak louder than that," The professor said. "I can't do what you want if I can't hear you." Professor Novak was becoming more dominant by the minute, and Dean loved it. "I want to have sex with you, Professor," Dean said louder than before. "Castiel," The professor said. "Call me Castiel, Cas, or if you want, sir. The 'Professor' stuff is too formal for what we are about to do." Dean nodded in agreement. Castiel finally let go of Dean's face and backed up a bit. "That's my good boy," Cas said. That made Dean flush, especially in the lower region. Dean had a praise kink and boy did Castiel know how to make Dean a mess. "Did you like that?" Cas asked. "Do you like it when I praise you?" Dean nodded. "Use your words, love," Cas said. "Yes, sir," Dean said.

Castiel stroked Dean's cheek. "Good boy," He had complimented Dean again. Then he glided his hand to Dean's hair, stroking the short, brownish-blonde locks, then pulled it, taking Dean's head along. Dean let out a little moan. When he realized what sound he had made, he immediately moved his hand to cover his mouth. Castiel moved his hand to Dean's wrist, pinning his arm to the chair's arm. "Don't do that," Cas said. "I want to hear everything." He then grabbed Dean's other arm and pinned it the same way. Dean whimpered as Castiel's grip tightened on Dean's wrists. "You have a pain kink, huh," Cas said. "Well, I can work with that." After saying that, Castiel pulled away completely. He stood up straight and started to strip. Dean stared at the man in front of him as he slowly took off his tie. "Are you going to take your clothes off as well, or are you going to continue staring at me?" Cas asked.

With that, Dean immediately jumped up and started to undress quickly. Cas chuckled. "Relax," Cas said, still chuckling. "You're acting as if your clothes are on fire." Dean's face got even more red, if that was even possible, from being embarrassed about Castiel's comment but also because he just loved the sound of the man's deep chuckle. Dean got down to his boxers while Cas took off his trench coat, suit jacket, and tie. He unbuttoned the first few buttons on the top of his dress shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Dean didn't mind that he was the most exposed because he could stare at Castiel forever. "You like what you see?" Cas asked. "Yes, sir," Dean answered plainly, not trusting himself to say any other words. "Well," Cas said while looking Dean up and down. "I'm all yours." He growled. Dean gathered enough courage to step forward and wrap his arms around Castiel's neck. "I can't wait," Dean said, pulling Cas into a kiss.