Assorted One-Shots

2: Wicked

My own creation, based off a long overdue prompt (Cred: X.A): filthy destiel smut. Warning - Dubious consent, underage sex, harsh punishment. Read with discretion

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A soft knock falls on his office door.

Absently, Castiel glances around his office, eyes darting over every surface. They're all littered with loose sheets of paper, folders, books, notes, pens, pencils. "Come in," he calls, settling his gaze on his closed office door. It opens, and a head pops in nervously. Eyes dart around the room before settling on Castiel. "Hello, Dean."

"Hey, Cas," Dean says, shooting him a shy smile. He opens the door fully and steps into the room, kicking it shut behind himself. He shuffles further into the room. "You busy?" Dean's green eyes slide over to him, curious and warm. Something nags at him in the back of his head, but he can't remember what so Castiel shakes his head, pushing his chair away from his desk with an easy smile.

Dean walks over to his desk, dropping a backpack onto the floor beside it. He smoothly drops into his lap, legs astride over his, the backs of his knees on the armrests. It doesn't seem very comfortable but Dean is pleased and slumps against him, nuzzling his nose into Castiel's throat. "What's up?" Castiel asks lowly, wrapping his arms around Dean's back, tugging him closer and pressing a kiss to his head. Dean wiggles a little in his arms and hums softly, mouthing at the stubble coating the underside of his chin.

"Missed you," he mumbles, sounding nervous and ashamed of the confession. Castiel tightens his grip on Dean and presses another kiss to his head, pressing his nose to his hair and breathing deeply. He smells like shampoo and something purely Dean.

"I missed you too, princess," Castiel replies softly, smiling to himself when Dean whines shyly at the nickname. He presses a kiss to Dean's temple, trailing butterfly kisses down the side of his face and to his lips. He kisses him softly, nipping gently at his bottom lip and sucking the appendage into his mouth. Dean lets out a low moan and grips his shoulders tightly, tongue flicking out of his mouth as Castiel pulls his head back, letting the younger man's bottom lip slide out from between his teeth.

"Fuck, Cas," Dean says, blinking almost sleepily at him. "Come on. Kiss me." Dean presses their lips together almost desperately, sliding his tongue into Castiel's mouth. Castiel groans deep in his throat and drags his hands down Dean's back, grabbing one ass cheek in each hand and squeezing tightly. Dean whimpers into his mouth, and he greedily swallows the noise, feeling his cock thicken as Dean jerks his hips.

A sharp, heavy knock lands on the door.

They both freeze, pulling back slowly to stare at each other. Castiel lets go of Dean's ass, and settles his hands on his hips instead. The person behind the door knocks again, and says, "Dr. Novak? Are you in there?" Hannah, his student. Castiel curses softly, suddenly remembering that he booked a study session with one of his students.

He clears his throat. "Just a second, Hannah." He nudges Dean off his lap, and stands up, adjusting his suit. His suit pants do nothing to hide his erection, and he sighs softly. Dean shakes his head and reaches his hands forward, adjusting his tie and dress shirt and blazer, fixing his hair for him. When he's done, he steps back to look him over. "Go sit on the couch," he whispers to Dean.

Dean eyes him for a second, then smirks and shakes his head. "No," he whispers back. He nudges Castiel to sit back down in his chair, and drags his backpack around the desk so it's out of sight. He crawls under Castiel's heavy oak desk, settles his knees on the foot rest Castiel keeps under there. It's gel, black, soft, and looks like half a cylinder. He drags Castiel further under the desk and settles his hands on Castiel's thighs.