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Title: Peanut Butter Cookies
Author: angel_kink
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Blow job, desperate use of olive oil.
Words: ~1000
Summary: Cas is baking cookies and gets some peanut butter on his finger. Dean licks it off and, well, things get heated from there.
A/N: This was written by the prompt "Peanut Butter" from an anon on Tumblr as I was asking for prompts in honor of Destiel Week on Tumblr. I got several requests for "porn!!!" so I just made this... This is the first time I've posted snippets of my fic as I was writing it. Hope y'all liked it.
Since turning human Castiel had spent much of his free time learning basic human skills such as cooking. He’d been wanting to try his hand at baking, but that required much better resources than they had while they were on the road. But eventually they ended up at Bobby’s for a few days and Cas took the opportunity to use his kitchen for his first cookie experiment. The recipe was simple and it seemed like a good place to start learning how to bake. Maybe someday he’d be skilled enough to bake a pie from scratch for Dean.
Cas was so distracted by the details of the recipe that he hadn’t noticed Dean sneaking up behind him until the hunter wrapped his arms around his waist.“What are you making this time,” Dean said directly into his ear as he pulled Cas back against his chest.
“Mmm,” Dean hummed as he kissed Cas’ neck. He took the hand that Castiel was using to stir and brought it up to eye level. Cas had splotches of peanut butter on his fingers from when he’d leveled off his measurement. Dean carefully removed the spoon from Cas’ hand, returned it to the bowl, and brought Cas’ hand to his lips.
“Dean?” Cas gulped when Dean took his finger into his mouth and licked the peanut butter off. “Dean…” “Yeah, Cas,” Dean said around the finger.
“I’m going to need to wash my hands before I continue baking. This seems unhygienic.”Dean laughed and removed the finger from his mouth. He spun Cas around and pinned him against the counter as he smashed his lips against Cas’. Dean’s kiss was aggressive and dominating, but Cas still somehow managed to pull away long enough to speak. “My cookies!”
“Right, right, your cookies,” Dean said as he pulled him from the counter and guided him against the opposite wall. “There, your cookies are safe. Now where were we…” He dived in for another kiss and, now that Cas was sure his baking project wasn’t going to get damaged, he began to kiss him back just as aggressively. Dean slipped his leg between Cas’ and pushed up. Cas was already hard. He knew Cas would have qualms about having sex in Bobby’s kitchen, but Cas was clearly very excited about the prospect. He moved his knee just so to prompt him further. Cas’ eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned
“Dean…”
“Shsh, Sam and Bobby are still asleep. Don’t worry…”
“Dean,” Cas said again as he put both hands in the hunter’s hair and begin to push him downward. Dean laughed, but got on his knees and began to unbuckled the former angel’s belt. Dean wasted no time unzipping his pants and pulling out Castiel’s cock. He took it into his mouth the moment it was free, no teasing this time, and swallowed him as far as he could.
“Dean!” This was Castiel’s weakness. They’d begun to expand their horizons in the bedroom, using new and interesting toys that Dean had never really considered before. But nothing got Cas off like a good blow job. It was like an almost instant orgasm button. Cas’ stamina had been steadily increasing, but sex was still very new to him and the sensations could almost be overwhelming at times. It took only a minute for Cas’ hands to tighten in his hair indicating that his orgasm was imminent.
Dean began to flatten his tongue along the underside of the head in the way that made Cas lose control. It was only about three seconds later that Cas was coming down his throat. Dean waited for him to finish before he pulled off of him and stood up again. Cas’ face was flushed and his eyelids were drooping and he looked completely wrecked, but Dean couldn’t resist going back in for another kiss. He knew he still tasted like Cas, but he didn’t seem to mind. Strangely enough he almost seemed to enjoy it more.
After a few moments of kissing Dean pulled Cas off the wall, turned him around, and bent him over the center counter… Dean quickly glanced around the kitchen and spotted a bottle of olive oil on the counter. He broke contact with Cas only long enough to grab the bottle.
“Dean this… this isn’t sanitary…”
“I’ll clean the counter myself before anyone else even wakes up.” It wasn’t the simplest solution. They could have just moved to a room where people didn’t happen to prepare food. The living room would have even worked if they didn’t want to go all the way upstairs, but when Dean got in a ‘I need to fuck RIGHT NOW’ mood it was hard to get him out of it without, well, getting him off first.
He pulled Cas’ pants down to his knees with one hand as he unscrewed the olive oil cap with the other. He slicked up a finger and slipped it inside of Castiel in one swift motion. Cas moaned and pushed back against Dean’s fingers. As intense as Dean’s sex drive could be, Cas could keep up with him and for that Dean was grateful.
“Dean… please…”
Dean wanted unzip and plunge into him then and there, but preparation was something he never skipped on. Sometimes his foreplay was cut short, but he always spent time preparing Castiel. He wanted him to enjoy it. He waited for Castiel’s muscles to relax before slipping in a second finger.
“Dean!”
“Ssh,” Dean whispered as he kissed Cas gently just behind the ear. “Let’s not wake the rest of the house…”
“Dean…” Cas was always vocal in bed and usually Dean didn’t care. In fact, it flattered his ego to have such a vocal lover. But they were in the kitchen. And interruption would mean they’d have to stop and move elsewhere and Dean just wasn’t patient enough for that. Dean slipped in a third finger and began to fan them apart. He used his free hand to hastily unzip his own pants and slather himself with oil. He pumped himself in preparation as he continued to open Cas wide and soon they were both breathing heavily and sweating.
“Dean… I’m… I’m ready… please…” Dean didn’t need to be told twice. He removed his fingers and placed the head of his own cock against Cas entrance. He pushed in smoothly, which caused Cas to cry out his name so loudly he knew it had to at least wake Sam if not Bobby. But he didn’t care. The warmth and tightness surrounding him was too wonderful to care much about being walked in on.
When he bottomed out he leaned over Cas and interlocked their fingers. He pressed gentle kisses to the back of his neck as he waited for his lover to adjust. When he felt Cas pushing back against him he knew he was ready. He began to thrust into him slowly, building a rhythm within just a few thrusts. He felt Cas’ grip around his fingers tighten every time he sunk into him.
He nibbled the base of Cas’ neck as he felt his own orgasm coming. The former angel was now saying his name repeatedly between gasping for air and he just could take it anymore. Everything about Castiel excited him and here he was laid out before him on the kitchen counter and he was his. All his. The creature he’d fallen in love with was there with him and in love with him in return and it was perfect… all too perfect…
“Cas!” he cried as he came within him. He stilled as his orgasm rocked through his body and his knew his grip around Castiel’s fingers were tight… too tight… he loosened his grip as soon as his orgasm began to subside. He kissed his neck again and inhaled deeply. Sweat, aftershave… peanut butter… Cas smelled so good.
>“You boys better have your pants on in five minutes,” Bobby shouted from upstairs. “And a pot of hot coffee ready and waiting for me.”
Dean laughed as he pulled out of him. Castiel stood up from the counter and began to piece himself back together.
“Hm?”
“You should wash your hands before you finish those cookies…”