Good boy | Destiel

Chapter 3

~SMUT WARNING~SOME SLUTTY WORDS~

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 Castiel gasped quietly as he felt a cold substance against his hole. "You okay, baby?" Dean asked softly. Castiel nodded. "Yes daddy." He said quietly. Dean nodded and slowly pushed one finger into his hole. Castiel made a soft sound and squirmed. "Th-That feels weird.." He mumbled. Dean nodded. "Don't worry. It gets better." Dean replied softly. Castiel nodded and steadied himself again.

Dean slowly pushed his finger in and out, loving the way Castiel's walls hugged his finger tightly. "Fuck Cas, your tight." Dean mumbled, pushing in another finger making Cas gasp. Castiel glanced back and saw how Dean admired his ass. This boosted his confidence just enough for him to allow his hips to push back against his fingers. 

"M-More daddy." Castiel said shyly. Dean smirked and thrust his fingers in hard, curling them in search of his prostate. Castiel moaned softly when he felt a spark light up in his stomach. Dean continued to tease that little bundle of nerves, loving how Castiel tried to grind against his touch. 

Castiel moaned slightly louder, opening his legs wider. Dean watched him and grunted in appreciation, his own cock twitching in his boxers. He remembered his promise and decided to not push himself on Castiel. Castiel had a different idea, though. He pushed his hips back again. "D-Daddy, please! I need more!" He whined. Dean shook his head and thrusted another finger in, Castiel's ass eating them up with lewd sounds. 

Castiel could barely contain himself and reached down to touch his neglected member. Dean grabbed his wrist. "No, baby boy. I want you to cum untouched for me." He whispered in his ear, releasing Castiel's arm. 

Dean decided Castiel would need a little help and leaned down to his ear.  "Look at you. Taking my fingers like such a good little slut. So good for your daddy." Dean whispered in his ear, kissing his neck softly. Castiel moaned again, he loved dirty talk though he wouldn't admit it. "Ah, Daddy.." He moaned, pushing his hips back again.

Dean pushed all three fingers in roughly, hitting his prostate. Castiel came with a loud cry, strips of white spraying all over the sheets. Dean continued to fuck him with his fingers as Castiel came out of his high. Dean slowly pulled his fingers out, kissing Castiel's neck softly again before pulling away. Castiel breathed heavily, trying his best not to fall into his own mess.

"Oh Cas, you made a mess." Dean sighed as Castiel stood up. "Let me clean you up." Dean said softly and walked into the bathroom, first washing off his fingers in the sink then grabbing a small towel, wetting it and walking back to Castiel. Castiel was looking down at the floor shyly. 

"S-Sorry I made a mess." He mumbled shyly. "Its okay, baby. You're cute when you blush." Dean grinned, making Castiel blush darker. Dean knelt down. "Turn around and bend over again. I'm gonna clean you up." Dean said softly and Castiel did as he was told, turning around and bending over. Dean spread his cheeks and licked his hole once. Castiel gasped, trying to pull away due to his oversensitivity.

Dean slapped his ass once and brought the towel to his ass and started to wipe him down. "Don't worry, Cas. I know you're sore. I just had to taste you." Dean chuckled. Castiel whimpered softly, nodding. Once he had finished cleaning him up, he stood up and grabbed Castiel's waist, turning him around as well. "Alright Cas, I got some extra sheets. Just wait a moment. I know you're probably exhausted. Just let me change them real quick." Dean said softly and kissed his forehead. Castiel smiled softly and nodded. 

Dean collected all the dirty sheets and walked out of the room with them. Castiel sighed softly, pulling his panties back up. He would be able to handle this. Dean seemed like a nice man. What Cas was unaware of was what was behind those doors on the other side of the hallway. And how much of a kinky son of a bitch Dean really was.

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Sorry this chapter was cut short. :/

Writers block.