Dean X Cas Lemon Novels & Stories

— Dean smiled broadly. — I know. I'm sorry, Scott, I can't walk any other way...—His hoarse voice rasped through the silence.— Do you have anything better to drink than wine, if your food is only human?— His emotions turn a poisonous yellow, this acidic color, similar to a biohazard sign, means anxiety. — I'll get you a glass now. How much stronger do you need a drink?—Scott asked, picking something out from among the bottles. — Do you have absinthe or brandy? If there is none of the above, I will not give up gin.—Dean takes the chair from Scott.— No need for this stupid politeness, I'll sit down myself.—

data-p-id=a9dfa5eff20bf8bdb861ce96af94fcdc,♢♢♢♢♢ ME: Hey, can we talk? data-p-id=7f0616e4e1f368fc43c9426bde6af4ba,Dean: Sure thing. Where are you? ME: I'm at the cafe close to school. data-p-id=7bea2aac8258a1bf0f357e477d4e16d7,Dean:Okay, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. You better not change your mind.❤ data-p-id=2280473e47351891ca64162dda4c3c68,Sasha: Just hurry the fuck up.

Cas’s hand fisted in Damien’s hair, hips bucking. “Fuck, Damien… just like that.” Cas’s voice was wrecked. His free hand found mine, squeezing. “You see how he sucks me? So fucking good.” I couldn’t look away. Damien’s head bobbed, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down Cas’s thick length. I leaned in, kissing Cas deeply while Damien worked him. “You two look incredible together.” Cas broke the kiss with a gasp. “Get over here, Mari. On my face.” I straddled his mouth eagerly, facing Damien. Cas’s tongue dove into me instantly, lapping at the mess of cum inside. “Oh—Cas!”

“Yeah, a complete mess.” “But you are our mess, and we love you,” Dev added, wrapping his arms around us both. We both laughed then, and the sound of our laughter was shaky and raw but real. In that moment, it was enough—more than enough. Leo appeared again by my side, a plate with a huge slice of cake in his hand. It was my favourite; chocolate cookie cream with a caramel base. “Here,” he said, pushing it toward me. “You better eat before Caspian decides to keep it all for himself.”

The girls then started squealing and giggling and took pictures of his heroic action. "Miss, please refrain from using violence as the solution," he beamed with a smile that wins the ladies hearts. All aboard the Caspian harem! Choo choo! "W-Who are you?" Claire asked. "My name is Caspian De Leon, MY Ria's childhood friend. And I would definitely dislike you if you lay a finger on MY dear Ria," Whut? What's with the emphasized use of 'MY'? Since when was I his possession?!

Leo face palmed and Edgar was happy. "Oh then in that case you must definitely join us. Please." Cassie smiled coquettishly before she sat down. Edgar too also sat down. "Ok then shall we order." "You have a lot of powerful friends", Cassie said as she glanced at Leo ignoring Edgar. Leo raised his head and looked at her. "Makes me very curious about who you really are", she continued as she picked up the menu. "Does it?" Leo asked in a husky voice. "Yes it also makes me want you even more", she replied in an equally low and slightly seductive voice.

With that, he pulled his phone out to call the dean of South River University's School of Arts—Connor Lewis. “Who is this?” A lazy voice of a man came from the phone. Kaze said, “I’m Kaze Lee. Mr. Lewis, you took my money but you are not doing your job.” “Kaze Lee?” Connor pondered for a moment before realizing it was Kaze who called. He said, “Young man, what do you mean by that? I’m not catching up.”

The stern look on the Dean’s face crumbles a bit and I try to rein in my own emotions. The Dean of the University is still a powerful figure and I can’t afford to say something that hurts me because of this situation, no matter what I might feel from his words. Like a cracking record Cassie’s accusation cuts through the air with a bitter stench, “You did it on purpose though, didn’t you? That’s still the same as sabotage. You’re not at all innocent in this!” Cassie’s visible outrage makes that stony look fall on the Dean’s face once again, but when he looks to me now, his eyes dart sharply to the side.

Cas waited by her locker, still sweaty and faintly redolent of wet dog. “So,” he said. “You and Xander.” Carolina slung her jacket into the cubby. “You and that bottle of cinnamon booze.” He grinned, teeth too pointy, and held up a half-empty flask. “Want some? It’ll melt the insides right off you.” She took the bottle, uncapped it, and swallowed a burning shot. “Is the entire pack talking about us?” Cas leaned against the row of lockers, tilted his head. “Some are jealous. Most are scared.”

People around us clapped their hands and cheered, and I couldn’t help but find myself blushing before Dean pulled away to rest his forehead against mine. “It seems to me that the two of us seemed to have put on a show.” I said, and he smiled, revealing his small dimple. He ran his finger over my cheek before pecking my lips. “Well, I have to admit, one more time, and I am going to be giving them a live porn show. You know, a public lesson on how to please your woman on a table at a fancy restaurant” He said, and I laughed. The two of us pulled away and he pulled my chair out of me, watching as I sat down before he took his own seat.