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The scent of Dean’s slick hit Castiel the moment he stepped through the door, thick and sweet, mingling with the milky undertones of pregnancy. His Omega stood in the kitchen, dressed in his maid uniform, the fabric hugging the swell of his belly, the apron tied neatly around his waist. The sight of him, so fucking submissive, so perfect, made Castiel’s cock twitch in his pants.
“Master,” Dean murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he lowered his gaze, cheeks flushed. “Welcome home. Your dinner is ready.”
Castiel stepped closer, his hand sliding along the curve of Dean’s hip, feeling the heat radiating from his Omega’s body. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, drunk on Dean’s scent. “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” he growled, his voice low and commanding.
Dean nodded, his breath hitching as Castiel’s fingers traced the hem of his pantyhose. “Y-yes, Master.”
Castiel’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good boy.” He guided Dean to the dining table, one hand resting possessively on the small of his back. The meal was served quickly, Dean’s hands shaking as he poured wine and set the plates. Castiel didn’t miss the way Dean’s thighs rubbed together, the slick already soaking through his panties.
When the meal was done, Castiel pushed his chair back and spread his legs. “Come here, pet.”
Dean obeyed instantly, sinking to his knees between Castiel’s legs. His head tilted back, exposing the delicate curve of his throat, the collar snug against his skin. Castiel’s hand tangled in Dean’s hair, gripping tightly as he pulled him closer. “Open.”
Dean’s lips parted, and Castiel fed him a bite of dessert, watching the way his Omega’s tongue swirled around the spoon. “Such a good little pet,” Castiel murmured, his thumb brushing over Dean’s bottom lip. “Always so eager to please.”
Dean whimpered, his eyes dark with need. “Please, Master. I need you.”
Castiel’s cock throbbed at the sound. He stood abruptly, pulling Dean up with him. “On the couch. Now.”
Dean scrambled to obey, his movements clumsy with desperation. He lay back on the couch, his chest heaving, the swell of his belly rising and falling with each breath. Castiel knelt between his legs, his hands sliding up Dean’s thighs, pushing the skirt of the maid uniform out of the way. The sight of Dean’s soaked panties made his mouth water.
“Look at you, pet,” Castiel growled, slipping a finger under the edge of the fabric. “So wet for me already.” He tugged the panties aside, exposing Dean’s slick-covered pussy and tight hole. The scent was overwhelming, intoxicating. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Dean’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you scream.”
Dean moaned, his hands fisting in the cushions as Castiel’s tongue met his dripping cunt. The first lick was slow, savoring the sweetness of Dean’s slick. “Taste so fucking good,” Castiel muttered, lapping at his Omega like a man starved. His tongue circled Dean’s clit before diving back into his wet folds, drinking him in.
“Master—” Dean gasped, his hips jerking up as Castiel’s tongue pressed deeper. “Oh God, yes!”
Castiel pulled back, looking up at Dean with a wicked grin. “Beg for it.”
“Please! Please fuck me, Master. I need your cock inside me.”
Castiel’s fingers replaced his tongue, plunging into Dean’s pussy with ease. He curled them, finding the spot that made Dean cry out. “This what you want, pet? My fingers filling you up?”
“Yes! Yes, more!”
Castiel added another finger, stretching Dean open, the slick making every movement wet and filthy. When he finally pulled his hand away, Dean let out a whimper of protest, but it was quickly silenced as Castiel pressed two fingers to Dean’s hole. The tip of his thumb teased at the tight ring of muscle while he leaned down to suck on Dean’s cock, already hard and leaking.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” Castiel murmured around Dean’s length, his saliva mixing with precome. His thumb pressed harder, slowly breaching Dean’s hole. “Taking my fingers so well.”
Dean’s back arched as Castiel worked him open, the stretch burning in the best way. “Master, please—I need you to fill me up. Please fuck me.”
Castiel withdrew his fingers, wiping them on Dean’s thigh before lining up his cock with Dean’s dripping pussy. He thrust in slowly, savoring the tight heat that enveloped him. “Mine,” he whispered, bending down to kiss Dean’s swollen stomach. “All mine.”
The pace was slow and deep, each thrust hitting Dean just right. Castiel’s hands roamed over Dean’s body—kicking off his maid dress to knead at his tits, pinching and rolling his nipples until they were hard peaks. He leaned down to suck one into his mouth, biting gently as he continued to fuck into Dean with steady strokes.
“You feel so fucking good,” Castiel groaned against Dean’s skin. “So tight and warm.” He reached between them to stroke Dean’s cock in time with his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”
Dean’s body tightened around him as he came with a cry, his come splattering across Castiel’s fist and their stomachs. Castiel wasn’t far behind, his knot swelling as he buried himself deep inside Dean, filling him up with come.
“Good boy,” Castiel murmured, kissing Dean’s forehead as they both caught their breath. “My perfect Omega.”