Destiel Imagines

9. it's too hard dean. please help

warning: smut!

Cas grunted, stretching himself across the bed and trying to tuck the corner of the sheet under the mattress. The bed springs creaked and strained. The corner stuck halfway down, and he slid off of the bed and stood up, revealed. But when he went to fix a different corner, the other two he'd gotten pinned down popped back up again, curling to the center of the bed.

Cas struggled with the sheet for a little longer, moaning and sometimes even shouting with frustration. Finally he gave up and left his room, his dark hair awry, his brow slick with sweat. He grabbed himself a beer from the fridge. Dean was sitting nearby, his nose in a book. He seemed to be making a point of ignoring Cas.

Castiel frowned. "Dean?"

Dean didn't look up. His face was bright red. "Ah...yes?"

"I've been trying for nearly half an hour but it's too hard, Dean. Maybe you could help me?"

Dean went rigid. If possible, his blush darkened even more. "Cas, you can't - you can't just - people don't -"

"If you don't want to assist, that's alright, Dean. I'm sure I can handle it on my own."

Dean finally looked up, and his eyes met the angel's. He seemed to come to a decision. "You know what? Yeah. I'll help you out."

He followed Cas back to his room, but before Cas could explain the problem, Dean surprised him by shutting the bedroom door. The room was dim. Cas began to ask what was going on. Turning around, Dean closed the distance between them and kissed Cas, long and passionate.

Cas was speechless. His face warmed with pleasure. "Dean..."

"Shh," Dean murmured. "Don't worry, I know you're new to this. I'll teach you." He backed Cas up against the wall, kissing the angel's neck. His member brushed against Cas's through their jeans, growing even harder. Dean ran his hands up Cas's sides, pulling his trench coat off and then his shirt. "Does it feel good?"

It took Cas a moment to catch his breath. "Y-yes."

Cas could feel Dean smile as he kissed him again. "We're just getting started." Pulling Cas over to the unmade bed, he eased him down and pulled off Cas's jeans. He massaged Cas's length gently, drawing a low moan from the trembling angel.

"D-Dean," Cas whispered.

Dean kissed him. "Is this okay, Cas? Do you want me to stop?"

"No - don't, please don't stop. Do whatever you want to me, just don't stop."

Dean smirked, kissing his way down Cas's chest. He licked the angel's tip, and Cas gripped the bedsheets, arching his back and moaning. "D-Dean...please..."

Dean took Cas's length into his mouth, gripping its base with one hand and slowly moving his head up and down, sucking gently. Cas tried to hold it in, but he couldn't - he cried out, breathlessly whispering Dean's name. Just as he was about to climax, Dean pulled away, although Cas whimpered desperately. He kicked off his jeans and tossed his shirt aside, exposing himself.

"Alright," Dean murmured into Cas's ear, his voice husky. "This might hurt, but it'll be okay, just hold onto me."

Dean gripped Cas close, sliding into him. Cas screamed, sobbing breathlessly with pleasure and pain. Dean gave Cas a moment to adjust to his size, then began to move at a slow, tantalizing pace, circling his hips and gripping his angel close.

Cas had never felt anything like this before. He could do nothing but cry out Dean's name, moaning in Enochian as Dean fucked him into the mattress with love and lust in his beautiful green eyes. Finally, they both came, going limp next to each other on the bed and breathing heavily as they gazed up at the ceiling.

"Dean," Cas panted. "Do you think you could help me put the sheet on the bed now?"

[author's note]
I'm all for Top!Cas but this was too good not to post so... Here you go. Love you my little muffin army! Thanks so much for reading!