#mastercas

Based on this request: Maybe a castiel instructing dean and the reader on what to do? Ive seen so many dean telling the ready and someone what to do, but i want to see Castiels controlling side

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You notice them the moment they walk into the club. They lean close to one another, the shorter one with the dark hair pressing himself into the blond’s back.

The guy you’re dancing with is grinding his erection into your stomach. His hands are tight on your hips, rocking you to the heavy beat of the music. He presses his lips to your neck, taking your flesh between his teeth. You grab his upper arms, moving his body enough to watch the two men as they make their way to the bar.

The blond gestures to a tall bartender with rainbow coloured liberty spikes. The bartender leans in close as the guy orders, his partner leaning his back against the bar to look out over the dance floor.

The guy you’re dancing with leans in for a kiss. You duck away, turning your back to him. He wraps his arms around you, grinding himself against your lower back. You rock your ass back against him, biting your lower lip when the dark haired guy at the bar catches your eye.

His eyes are lined heavily with black, making them appear incredibly large. There’s something not quite right about him but most of the people in here are high as fuck.

When the blond turns, two drinks in his hands, the dark haired guy nudges him, nodding your way.You heart beats faster and your stomach knots when they both look towards you. The blond shoots back his drink, eyes never leaving yours.

The music stops, lights going out. The people on the dance floor yell and scream as a strobe light flickers and the bass beat builds in tempo and volume. The guy behind you lets go so suddenly that you stumble. Strong hands catch you around the waist. When you look up, you see the blond from the bar smiling down at you. He’s incredibly tall, broad chest straining against the fabric of a worn black t-shirt.

You feel someone press up against your back, breath warm against the back of your neck. “I’m Cas,”a deep voice growls into your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. His hands go around your hips, “this is Dean.”

You look back up at Dean. His pupils are blown wide. He dips his head to rub his cheek,rough with stubble, against yours. Lips close to your ear he says, “Wanna go play?”

You barely have the chance to nod when Dean takes your hand and pulls you through the crowd. Cas takes your other hand, following close behind.

“Hey,” a friend of yours calls out, watching you leave. You look at her over your shoulder, smiling. She catches up, grabbing your arm. You let go of Dean’s hand.

“Where are you going?” she says, looking at Cas. His chest is pressed firmly against your back, his body throwing off an incredible amount of heat.

“We’ll be at the White Oak,” Dean says, handing her a small piece of paper, “that’s my number if you’re worried.”

“Uhhh,” your friend hesitates, staring up at Dean, mouth hanging open.

“You want to come watch?” Cas says, his voice making you shiver.Your friend’s eyes go wide and she hesitates, looking over her shoulder at the group you came with, “I…I…no.”

She takes out her phone, glancing at the paper in her hand and texting. Dean pulls his phone out of his pocket, texting back. Your friend looks relieved.

“She’ll be fine,” he says, "a bit sore and tired maybe, but fine."

The muscles in your stomach quiver with anticipation. You give your friend a quick grin as Dean takes your hand again and pulls you along behind him.

The door to the club closes heavily behind you. It’s cold outside, heavy rain drenching your outfit. Dean puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close.

“Let’s go,” Cas says, jogging to the street to hail a cab.

A small, white car pulls up to the curb. Cas opens the door, holding it. Dean slips inside, pulling you in after him. Cas slides in, slamming the door shut.

“The White Oak,” Dean says to the cab driver.

Sitting between them, you feel small. Their thighs pressed close, you squirm in your seat, a bit nervous and unsure of what to do. Dean’s arm is around your shoulders. He wraps his fingers around the side of your neck, pulling you close to him. Dipping his head down, he kisses you. His lips are soft but the kiss is firm and incredibly hot.

You whimper when you feel Cas slide his hand under your skirt and between your thighs.Turning your body towards Dean, you run a hand over his chest, gripping the fabric tight when Cas rubs your pussy through the thin fabric of your black and grey striped tights. He kisses your shoulder and neck, making you moan softly into Dean’s mouth. Dean cups one breast through your shirt, testing the weight in his palm before roughly kneading the tender flesh. Cas presses himself against you, fingers rubbing and working at you. You squeeze your thighs together, grinding yourself against his hand.

When the car comes to a stop, you avoid the driver’s gaze in the mirror. Dean pays him as Castiel opens the door, leaning in and offering a hand to help you out.

The White Oak is a pretty shitty motel but you don’t really take much notice.

Your legs shake as they lead you up to their room. Dean unlocks the door, going in first and flicking the light on.

The room is plain but clean. There are two queen sized beds- one of them messed- two end tables, a dresser, and a small table under the window. Castiel walks over to an arm chair tucked in the corner and sits. Shaking from the cold, your wet clothes, and nerves, you’re grateful when Dean pulls you against his chest.

He kicks the door closed, mouth finding yours. He swipes his tongue over your lips andyou open your mouth, letting him inside. He tastes of whiskey and holds you tight to him, deepening the kiss.

“What’s your name?” you hear Cas ask. Dean pulls away, looking down at you.

“Y/N,” you say, trying to keep the quiver out of your voice.

“Very nice,” Cas says, “here’s how this is going to go darling. You are going to do everything I say, is that clear?”

You look over at him, frowning. Cas is unbuttoning his pants. You nod, clearing your throat, “Uh..okay.”

“Okay, SIR,” he growls.

Hands shaking with excitement you respond, “Okay, sir.”

“Good. Dean, take off her shirt.”

“Yes sir,” he says, his voice deep and dripping like honey. You notice how green his eyes are as he reaches out and slowly unbutton your shirt. His fingers are long, warm against your skin.

He tugs at the fabric, pulling you closer to him. You feel the heat radiating off of his body and smell his skin. He smells like soap and beer and sex.  Looking over at Cas, you wonder if they fucked before going to the club.

Cas, still sitting in the chair, has pulled his pants and underwear down low over his hips. His cock is soft between his legs.

“Y/N,” he notices you watching, “see something you like?”

Lips parted, you let out a harsh breath, unsure of what to say. Dean pulls your shirt off.

“Answer me,” Cas commands.

“Y..yes.”

He smirks.

“Let’s see her pretty tits,” Cas says, “take off her bra.”

You bite back a moan when Dean’s fingers brush a tingling trail up your back, deftly unclasping your bra. He grabs the straps and pulls them over your arms, eyes on your breasts. His face is flushed, his eyes bright with lust.

“Perfect,” he groans. He reaches out to cup your breasts, hesitating when Cas clears his throat. The dark haired man raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

“Not yet, lover,” he says, “take off her boots.”

You shudder as Dean kneels down in front of you to unlace your boots. He pulls them off, one at a time. His face is close to your thighs, so close you swear you can feel his hot breath against your mound.

“Now the skirt.”

Still on his knees, Dean reaches up to hook his fingers into the waist band of your skirt. He tugs it down over your hips, fingers grazing your thighs. He pauses at your ankles while you step out. Feeling Cas’s eyes on you, you shudder and cross your arms over your chest.

“Why are you covering yourself?” Cas demands. You look over, breath hitching when you see him stroking his semi hard cock.

“I….I’m cold,” you say.

“I want you exposed, and don’t worry, Dean will warm you up soon enough,” he turns his attention to the beautiful man kneeling at your feet, “take off the tights, panties too if she’s wearing any.”

Dean licks his lips, pulling your clothes off. You feel wetness pool between your legs, hot in the cool air of the motel room. Dean pauses in front of your sex, breathing you in. You shudder, looking down at him and notice the bulge of his cock straining against his pants.

You step out of your clothes, standing naked in front of Dean. He palms his erection, eyes on your breasts and the mound of soft curls between your legs.

“Y/N, undress him.”

Dean stands and, once again, you’re amazed at his height, the width of his shoulders. He stands close, his breath warm against your temple, as you pull his t-shirt up and off. You lick your lips at the sight of his naked torso. Over his heart, he has a tattoo of a pentacle surrounded by a tribal design, like fire.  His chest, ribs, shoulders, and biceps are covered in strange symbols and foreign script.

You reach out to run your fingers over a list of names on his ribs but Cas chides you, “No touching just yet.”

Hands shaking, you unbutton his pants, hook your thumbs into his underwear, and pull them down. His cock, hard and thick, springs free, smacking against his lower abdomen. He smells musky and warm. You tear your gaze away, knees trembling slightly, and pull his clothes down to his ankles.

There are more tattoos on his thighs and surrounding his calves and ankles. You don’t have time to examine them.

“Suck his cock,” Cas says. You look up at Dean from under your lashes, licking your lips. He shudders, lips parted, moistening them a slow swipe of his tongue.

Leaning forward, you grab his cock tightly. Dean’s breath hitches as you pull him down to your lips, rubbing the slick tip of his cock against your mouth. You flick your tongue out to lap at him, stroking your hand up and down his thick shaft.

You look at Cas as you take Dean’s cock into your mouth, sucking hard and deep. Dean moans low, burying his hands into your hair.

Cas’ eyes are dark, glistening in the low light. He strokes his cock, mimicking your rhythm.

Dean starts to rock his hips forward, pumping himself into your mouth. You suck and stroke him, humming and moaning. Cupping his balls with your other hand, you massage them gently, tugging and rubbing.

“On the bed,” Cas gasps.

Dean reacts quickly, leaning down to pull you onto your feet. You release him, eyes widening in surprise as he picks you up, turns, and tosses you onto the unmade bed. You bounce, watching as he climbs onto the bed and over you. His cock is hard between his legs.

“Eat her pussy,” Cas orders.

Dean roughly pushes your knees apart, burying his face between your legs. You moan as his tongue laps over you. He dips his tongue inside of you, the stubble on his chin rough against your skin.

“Oh god,” you gasp. Dean nips at your clit, sucking and teasing. He pushes your legs further apart and up to your chest, tilting your hips up.

“How does she taste Dean?” Cas has released his cock and is leaning forward in the chair, lighting a cigarette.

“So fucking good, so wet,” he moans against your pussy. You grab at the pillow above your head, writhing and moaning.

“Do you think she’s ready to take you?”

Dean looks up at you, a wicked look in his eyes.

“She’s tight but she’ll take me,” he growls.

“I want her on top, facing me,” Cas says.

You moan as Dean pulls away. He moves up, hovering over you for a moment, that look of dark promise on his face.

Dean rolls over onto his back beside you. You get up, staring at the thick length of his cock when something hits the bed beside your foot.

“Put it on him,” Cas points at the condom.

You nod, tearing open the package. Turning back to Dean, you pull the condom out, tossing the package to the floor, and roll it gently onto the tip of his cock. With a quick look over your shoulder at Cas, you take the tip of Dean’s cock into your mouth, rolling the rest of the condom down over him, mouth following.

Dean shudders and moans under you.

Sucking softly as you come up, you sit back on your heels staring down at him, wet and aching with the need to be properly fucked. You stand up, turn, and settle yourself down to sit lightly on Dean’s stomach. He grabs your hips, gripping you tight as you push his cock up and, locking eyes with Cas, grind against it.

Cas leans back, smiling, “Good girl. Now put him inside of you.”

Dean’s hands are on your ass, kneading the flesh, as you lift yourself up onto your knees and settle yourself over him. You hold his cock up, positioning the tip, and lower yourself slowly. You moan as his thick cock stretches the tight walls of your pussy. Dean shudders and groans, lifting his hips up to penetrate you deeply.

Taking his cock in his hand, cigarette dangling from his lips, Cas starts to stroke himself slowly.

“Fuck him,” he says.

You rock your hips, up and down, back and forth, increasing the rhythm as Cas strokes his cock faster. The dark haired man tilts his hips forward as he pumps himself into his tight fist, eyes not leaving yours. You reach your hands back to arch your chest forward and give him a better view, grabbing onto Dean’s thighs. Dean places his hands over yours, holding you tight to him, driving his hips up inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan. Dean shifts under you, pulling your hips down against him as he sits up. He holds you tight to his chest as he lifts you both, settling on his knees.  You grab his hips as he slides one hand down to your clit, the other tightening slightly around your neck. Cas moans, pumping his cock faster.

Dean rubs your clit, the quick, small circles making you writhe and grind down faster in his lap. He releases your neck, his arm coming across your chest and cupping your breast. He nips and licks at your neck and ear lobe, thrusting hard inside of you.

“Oh god,” you moan as your orgasm starts to build, the pressure coiling up tightly.

“Make her cum,” Cas pants.

You slide up and down Dean’s cock frantically. His breath comes hot and fast against your neck as you whimper, bucking forward. Your orgasm slams into you, spreading quick and hot out from your core down to your toes and back up, making your head spin and vision blur. You squeeze your eyes shut, keening Dean’s name.

“Yes baby,” he breathes into your ear, “that’s it. Come for me baby, come for me.”

Your muscles clench around him, pulsing as you come down, breathing heavily, heart pounding. Cas is looking over your shoulder, eyes on Dean.

“Cum,” he demands.

Dean pushes you down onto all fours. Behind you, he grips your hips tight and slams his cock inside of you, making you cry out. He sets a rough, fast pace, his hips slamming into your ass.

You just barely hold yourself up, whimpering softly. Dean’s breath hitches. He moans low, pulling you hard onto him as he cums.

Looking over at Cas, you see his eyes squeeze shut as he leans over himself, cock gripped tight in his fist. He moans and shudders, cumming.

You feel Dean lean over you, pressing soft kisses into your shoulders and back. He slides his cock inside of you a few last times before pulling out.

Arms shaking, you sit back. Dean is carefully pulling the condom off, careful not to spill his cum. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking his still hard member a few times. He tilts his head back, shuddering and moaning low, his throat working.

You hear Cas get up. You watch as he takes his shirt off, revealing his chest covered in tattoos similar to Dean’s. He tugs his pants off, walking over to cup your chin and bring your face up for a deep kiss. You can smell his cum and the smoke from his cigarette.

“My turn,” he says darkly.