Warning: Major M
How did things get like this?
He was regretful—no, he really wasn't.
Dean supposed after fucking Castiel the first time something inside of him would snap and he would temporarily lock down, refusing to ever speak to the boy again.
Instead, Castiel had meaningfully wandered into his room, wearing another one of Dean's tees that he stole sometime when the elder was out. Under the oversized garment, of course, was a surprise—a lacy black thong that just hardly covered his ball sack and definitely revealed his plump backside.
The lighter haired man could reach his hands up into the shirt and latch onto Cas' hard nipples, tugging lightly to bring the younger closer.
"I want you to be my Daddy," Castiel whispered, climbing into bed with the man.
At first, Dean didn't know how to respond. The word 'no' never came to mind. "You can be Daddy's cockslut. How fitting," he mused harshly.
The boy's hands lingered over Dean's hard stomach for only a moment before they slipped under the loose waistband of the man's sweats and he was reaching in for what laid beyond the short tufts of dark hair that no doubt smelled like sweat.
"Are you honestly horny right now? It's eight am," Dean asked, perking up at Castiel's eagerness. The younger man slipped in under the covers with Dean, sliding over so that he was half on top of him, his face in the nook of Dean's shoulder and neck junction.
The soft hand began to work up and down the length, and Dean realized he wasn't going to get an answer.
"Well aren't you a bad little girl; wearing panties when you knew you were going to come in and get fucked."
A loud moan erupted from Castiel's mouth. "I'm sorry," he murmured into Dean's neck, biting down softly on the skin there.
"They get in my way. And for that, you don't get to wear them again," the man said sternly and slid out from under the boy, yanking his small hand off of his cock. Reaching over to the side table, Dean reached into a slightly ajar drawer and pulled out a silvery weapon. "Such a shame, they're so cute…" he murmured into Castiel's collarbone.
He whipped open the jackknife and let the shiny blade run along Castiel's smooth skin before they found his generous curved hips. The cool of the knife dipped into the tight strand of satin that was digging into the younger boy's skin. After enough pressure was applied, the material snapped and broke open, revealing the creamy skin of Castiel's crotch, his pubic hair completely shaved as if to look like he had never gone through puberty yet.
Now that things were moving a little slower, Dean could get a better look at the boy. Cas' cock was standing up at a not so impressive length, his balls drawn tight and a small gap between the insides of his creamy thighs. He was a sight.
The ripped garment was tossed aside with ease. Kneading hands worked their way up to Castiel's crotch and the boy let slip a soft, "Oh, yes…"
"I didn't say you could make any noise, Princess. All you get to do is call me Daddy. No yes or no. Daddy, or these panties soaked in cum get wadded into your mouth all day."
He caught on quick. "But Daddy…"
"Not gunna spank you this time if you listen, baby," Dean offered, bending his back so that he had his mouth hovering over Cas' small dick. A small pink leather cock ring slid onto Cas easily, and Dean didn't have to spend much time adjusting it. Castiel gulped; Dean's breathing alone was making the dark haired boy arch with want and excitement.
"Uhn! Daddy…!"
"You want me to eat you out, huh, honey?" he asked, spreading his soft thighs apart roughly and then pulling the boy so that his plump ass was on Dean's lap. "Lick you wide open?"
Cas' ass cheeks were spread apart with ease and lifted up to meet Dean's awaiting mouth. Too much sensation flooded Castiel at once as he felt the blond haired man's hot wet tongue flick at his closed hole. Small, breathy moans escaped the boy's mouth, but no audible language that Dean could decipher.
"Good girl," Dean quietly mused, inhaling deeply as he tongued Cas' rim. A spit-slicked finger probed Castiel's hole, and to the blond man's surprise, slid right in. He let out a shocked sound, slinking back onto his haunches. "You prepped yourself for me, did you? You little fucking slut."
"Unnng, wanted to please you, Daddy…" His words were broken and lethargic. He received a loud slap on his ass for speaking too much.
"You're so loose I could just slide my cock in here with no lube," Dean spoke, muffled by the proximity of Cas' ass and his face. "Wanna bet?"
xXx
It was basically a routine now. Dean woke up from Castiel's loud mouth slurping the pre-cum from Dean's already hard cock in the mornings. He practically couldn't fall asleep until he had given Cas a hard fuck in every room of the house, even the hammock in the backyard—that was particularly the most thrilling experience. One of Dean's neighbors, Balthazar something, had walked out onto his balcony at the top level of his house and looked down to see Dean fucking hard into Castiel's abused red ass, the boy crying for dear mercy.
Even at work Dean would have the most vivid daydreams, imagining Castiel in all the most provocative positions—in his lap at his desk, on his desk… that one was a must.
Today Dean had to stay overtime at work to speak to a couple men who wanted to affiliate their businesses with Dean's so he had to stay for a couple meetings.
When he returned home, he noticed the delicious scent in the air. He shut the door as quietly as he could and went up the stairs, wanting to change into something a little more comfy. He took off his slacks and blazer and changed into a pair of dark washed jeans and a plain tee.
He entered the kitchen now. Castiel was at the sink, washing some dishes. Behind him was a plate of delicious looking cupcakes, each with a different pastel colour frosting and sprinkles.
Cas looked up as Dean entered and smiled. "Dean," he said softly in acknowledgment. He turned around to retrieve the plate of cupcakes. Only, in doing so, he revealed his naked backside. His entire back and ass was stark naked, only his front covered by the girly apron he must've gone out and gone when Dean was at work today.
"Shit," Dean cursed under his breath, feeling his cock perks up at the little surprise that was Castiel Novak.
"How was your day?" the younger man asked casually, ignoring how Dean was beginning to sweat and lick his lips hungrily.
Castiel unwrapped one of the cupcakes and brought the pastry to his lips, giving it a small nibble for a taste. He moaned in delight.
"You have got to taste this." He took an actual bite.
Dean was at his side a second later. "I'd rather taste you," Dean said seductively, swooping in and licking the corner of Castiel's lips in an open mouthed kiss to get the crumbs off of his brother in law's face.
"Ouuh," Castiel moaned wantonly as Dean slipped behind him and slotted his heavy crotch with the dark haired boy's plump ass.
"You've got the best ass, Cas." Dean chuckled. "How about you show me what you've been doing all afternoon, yeah?"
Castiel blushed heavily and turned around in Dean's grip, lifting up the front of his frilly apron and flashing Dean with his excited little cock.
The blond haired man slipped a hand on the back of Cas' knees and lifted the boy up onto the marble counter, ignoring his little whine of surprise of the coldness.
"Open up your legs for me a little wider, 'kay Sweetheart?" Dean requested. Castiel always did as Dean asked him, grasping a hand on either thigh and opening his legs, the crease of his ass opening up.
Dean whipped out his cell phone and pressed a button.
"Wanna take a picture to remember this, is that okay?"
Castiel bit his lip. He wasn't sure how to feel about being photographed; if the photo was to leak somewhere of him in practical drag, it wouldn't look so good for him in the future. "Yeah, Daddy. It's okay." He smiled.
"On your stomach. I wanna see your beautiful hole." Castiel almost robotically listened to Dean's orders and flipped onto his belly, raising his hips so that they were in the air. His knees parted again and he pulled his ass cheeks apart, showing Dean possibly the most intimate part of his entire body. He pressed his face as far into the countertop as possible to keep Dean from seeing his stupid blush.
Dean's phone didn't have the sound on, so Castiel couldn't hear how many photos he was taking. The two men moaned in unison when Dean pressed a lube slicked finger into the hole, wiggling it around and scraping his nail against Castiel's uber sensitive prostate. "—Ah!" he cried out lewdly.
"Fuck, you're so hot, Cas. Fuck, my little brother in law is so fucking hot!" he grunted, sliding more fingers inside of the greedy hole.
"Dean, more," Castiel moaned, his usual low tone gone and lost. He was all high-pitched squeaky noises now. "Dean—"
"Daddy, baby. I'm your Daddy right now."
"Unn, Daddy," he bit his lip, "want you to make me cum."
Dean breathed heavily and flipped Castiel so that he was on his back again. "I'll fuck you if you masturbate for me, honey," Dean said, sugar sweet.
Castiel's cheeks heated up ten fold. "I—I can't," he whined. He didn't want to do anything humiliating that could be caught on tape. For all he knew, Dean was taping this all right now.
Grabbing Cas by the hair, pulling his head back and exposing the long expanse of neck, free hand running up the column of throat. "Are you going to disobey me? I can always banish you from the bed tonight. Or make you sleep at my feet."
"No," the boy said stubbornly, the blush refusing to leave him. "Put the phone away."
Castiel is being a brat, and Dean raises an eyebrow at him in warning. He doesn't stop teasing, so Dean crosses his arms and gives the verbal, "Castiel..."
His full name is a warning sign, or a signal that the little boy is expected to instantly become obedient.
Dean perks up and pulls his phone out when Castiel's embarrassed to hell and back face turns to look the other way, refusing to make eye contact with the man above him as his fingers find his half-hard cock and begin to stroke gently. "Spit in your hand," Dean orders.
Castiel brings his hand to his face and spits twice—making sure his hand is nice and wet before bringing the hand back down to his cock and stroking again. Since he was so small, he didn't have to jerk his hand that hard.
"Oh, fuck yeah…" Dean moaned in encouragement. "Brought you something."
Castiel turned his head back to Dean to see him reveal something long and purple. Shit… that was…
"Thought I forgot?"
Castiel's toy, Dylan, was almost seven inches with small bumps and ridges.
"Use it. Fuck yourself with it," Dean ordered, thrusting it into Castiel's free hand. "Castiel."
Castiel didn't have that much of a problem sliding it in. Pretty much the whole week he had kept himself so loose for Dean that just slipping something as familiar as his sex toy was as simple as snapping his fingers.
"Harder. Stuff it all the way in," Dean breathed harshly. Castiel scowled as he pushed it further and further in. He began groaning as the ridges on the toy scraped his insides. "Oh, fuck. Look at my cock, I'm so hard," he groaned, turning the phone so that it showed his impressive cock standing up to attention.
Castiel couldn't rip his eyes off of the tremendous cock. Unconsciously he breathed, "Mmmm, want it…"
"Jesus, what a cockslut. You're a cockslut. You know that right?"
The boy tried hard to keep a straight face. "Y—yes Daddy," he whimpered.
"Need you to cum, baby, so I can fuck you," Dean pleaded. It appeared to be just the right incentive as the boy began to pound the dildo inside of himself harder. Lewd little moans escaped his swollen lips and the older man held out the phone closer to Cas' face to get a close up.
Castiel squeezed his eyes shut in humiliation and tried to make an effort to control the noises he was making but Dean wasn't having any of that.
"Hey," Dean barked. "Open your eyes for me. Let me see those gorgeous blue eyes, love." Castiel obliged finally and peeked an eye open, looking like a terrified little puppy up at the camera. "Perfect, Cas, perfect. I wanna hear more of those slutty noises, please."
Castiel made a conscious effort to make more of his little irresistible cries. "D—Dean!" he yipped. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"
His hand was flying, pumping the dildo harder and faster inside of himself. "Fuck you're making me so hard, Princess."
"Com—coming! It's coming, Dean!" he cried out loud. His eyes found Dean's extremely interested ones and pumped harder inside of himself.
His hand yanked and twisted his cock, and his orgasm burst out. Castiel was screaming in earnest, enjoying every second of the waves of pleasure.
After it ended, Castiel was still lying on the counter, breathing deeply and staring at the camera now fearlessly.
"Was that good, Daddy?" he asked, licking his lips.
Dean leant in and kissed Castiel hard on the lips, angling the camera so that it could record the act.
"Mmm, very good for Daddy, Princess," he spoke hotly on his lips. "Gonna fuck you raw now."
this fulfil your Daddy!kink? Big THANK YOU once again to the lovely Vanya Starwind for betaing!
anyone want a Dark Angel fic? who here ships Max & Alec
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