Fic: New Experiences (for weirdwednesday)
Title: New Experiences
Author: theinsaneeraser
Recpitiant: weirdwednesday
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Balthazar/Dean
Characters: None
Genre: Angst, humor, first time, Kink: crossdressing (panties), Kink: Dirty-talk!, Shower!sex, Wall!Sex
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Kinda dub-cony if you squint reeeeeeeeeeeally hard, but not really.
Word Count: 2,322
Summary: Dean's got a dirty secret, and Balthazar's about to exploit it..
Author's Note: I re wrote this about five times until I liked it, and yeah. I kind of really love this kink and with this pairing.
Dean will deny it if anyone asks. Sure he had told his other self that yeah, he liked the panties… but he’d never tell anyone else. No, Dean Winchester was as straight as they came, and sure he was kinky, but he had boundaries man, boundaries! Or so he made everyone think, and if they thought otherwise he’d hit them over the head with denial until even they believed it. Because that was how Dean Winchester was. He was the straight manly-man and he had an image. Sammy was the girly guy who was possibly gay, though Dean joked about him being so constantly.
So, he made sure that Sam was gone for the day, off to run errands and buy those girly drinks of his. Only then did he slip off his jeans to reveal the purple satin panties that hung loosely off his hips. They rode up a little in the ass, but he didn’t mind, he just focused on the look of his cock outlined against the moist fabric. He licked his lips and teased the already leaking slit before turning to face the side with a smirk.
Yes, Dean would ever deny it if anyone asked, but he did enjoy this, the feel of the soft fabric pressing against him, rubbing against his erection, pinning it to his stomach. They were a little loose compared to his last ones, but well, they had torn after a few uses, so better safe than sorry!
Dean trailed his thumb up and down his shaft, applying a soft pressure to push the head of his erection above the hem of the panties. He in satisfaction when this occurred. He wiped said thumb across his slit, drawing up some of the pre-come and lifted it to his lips, licking it off with the tip of his tongue, slowly, savouring the taste. It was musky and a little salty, but a sweetness there from all the sugar he ate.
Dean looked at himself in the mirror once more, taking in the lust-blown eyes and quickly rising and falling chest. He winked at himself and slid a hand into the soft satin fabric. He teased his cock with his finger tips before gripping himself and giving a good few strokes before letting go and making his way to the bathroom.
If he had been paying attention, he would have heard the flutter of wings, but his mind was racing of images to come. He would go into the shower, panties and all, and jack himself off, eyes closed. He wouldn’t imagine a face, but there would be a warm mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and tempting, all too tempting. The panties would remain on as he jerked himself to completion, and then it would be a race to hide the garment and get dressed before Sam came back.
He stepped into the bathroom and then froze, his eyes falling onto the form of Balthazar. He was leaning against the wall near the shower, black pants fitted perfectly, grey shirt damp with the steam that was now coming from the shower, black over-coat folded over the sink as he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Dean stared at him, unable to look away, to move because there was an angel in his bathroom, and not just any angel, but Balthazar… and he was naked save for panties.
Panties… oh fuck.
“Oh yes Dean, I do believe that’s what’s planned.” He chuckled and there was the rustle of fabric and Dean stumbled into the bathroom, a hand on his back pushing him inside as the door shut and locked. He sucked in a breath, realizing that Balthazar was still there, half behind him, half beside him, hand between his shoulder-blade, chin almost resting on his shoulder. “Hi Dean.”
“W-What the fuck… what are you doing?” Dean tried to inch away, but the arm on his back wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. “Hey! Let me go you creep, Jesus Christ.”
“Now Dean, that’s not very nice, now is it?” Balthazar chuckled. “But that’s not the point, the point is…” he trailed off and Dean could feel Balthazar’s eyes trail downwards, landing on his cock, which was protruding from the panties. “Nice attire there Dean. I must say, I have to applaud you on your choice, purple is definitely your color.”
“Fuck you.” Dean snapped before sucking in a breath as the hand on his waist lowered to his hip and then forward, resting just out of reach of his head. “What are you doing, don’t touch me.”
“Let me tell you a little story Dean.” Balthazar whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver. “You see, I’ve had so much fun since I’ve been on earth, and I have to say, humans are quiet good at sex; if nothing else.” Dean swallowed and went completely still. “I’ve been a part of many, many orgies, involving men and women. The sex, the feel of sweaty limbs slipping and sliding against others, the rut of cock and hips against what ever body-parts they can find, the feel of lips and tongues caressing you, never knowing who it is, what they look like, only feeling… that’s the best part. Because when you’re in there, and so hard it hurts, you don’t care about male or female, only more, more and to come, to finally release that pressure that seems to have been building up forever.”
Dean moaned softly and arched, shivering when Balthazar’s finger’s brushed his tip. He was already so wound up; he didn’t know how much more he could take.
“Yes, and then, then comes the best part, when you think you’re about ready to come, you’re just there, something surrounds you’re cock, be it a mouth or a vagina. And sometimes fingers and cocks will find their way up your ass and the feel of it, it’s intoxicating, completely intoxicating.” Dean whimpered softly, breathing speeding up, eyes wide. “Only then can you come… and then it starts all over again, a complete circle on repeat until you ache and think you can’t come anymore, and then you do.”
Dean twisted in his grip and shoved him against the wall, kissing him to shut him up. No, he wasn’t turned on by Balthazar’s words; he just needed to keep him silent. He moaned when Balthazar kissed back, moving him towards the shower, pushing Dean under the spray before kissing him again, teeth and tongue abusing his bottom lip, bruising it with their roughness. He groaned when his back hit the wall, fingers tangling in the blonde man’s hair.
Dean arched when he felt the slick wet tongue on his neck, just below his ear. It dragged down to his throat, wet and smooth replaced with sharp scrapes of teeth that tugged at the skin relentlessly, biting down and sucking. Dean moaned, gripping tighter at the silky stands, tugging on them, almost as if he wanted to rip them from the blonde man’s head.
Balthazar chuckled, sending vibrations through his flesh as he moved down, lips brushing against all the sensitive spots, seeming to hit every nerve ending. It sent shivers down his spine, causing the small hairs on his arms to rise as he dropped his hands to cup the smooth skin on the back of Balthazar’s neck, pulling him closer. He moaned, using his free hand to fumble with Balthazar’s belt, yanking the rough leather from its loops and tossing it to the side.
Balthazar rumbled a groan against his chest before taking his nipple into a warm mouth. Dean’s eye went wide and he moaned, letting his head tilt back more as Balthazar’s tongue lapped at the sensitive nub, sending blood down to his already achingly hard cock.
“E-Enough teasing… fuck.” Dean groaned and yanked at the small strands of Balthazar’s head, tilting his head up so he could kiss him.
Dean yanked the angel’s pants, struggling with the soggy material before letting them pool at Balthazar’s feet with a slosh. Balthazar chuckled and pressing himself against Dean, and of course he wasn’t wearing anything under the pants. Balthazar grinned into the kiss and Dean bit down on his bottom lip, taking the soft flesh between his teeth, biting hard enough to bruise, almost enough to draw blood.
Balthazar growled, and that should not have turned him on, should not have made his blood boil in his veins, made him want more. But it did. He hooked a finger in his own panties and tugged them, trying to drag them down, but Balthazar’s hand on his wrist, pinning it above his head, stopped that. He whined softly, something he’ll deny later, and tried to protest. Balthazar ignored that though and slipped a finger into him.
Dean had never felt anything like it in his life.
Truth be told, this was the first time a guy had ever touched him. The finger pressed into him, penetrating a part of him he never thought would be touched. He clenched around the finger, pressing back against it, wanting it deeper, but also wanting it out. Balthazar gave him deeper and curled it, drawing a half-moan half whimper as he felt the tight muscle at his entrance stretch to accommodate; it was both painful and pleasurable.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I don’t get why you humans have to label everything. This is just sex. Just as when you are with a female, it feels good,” Balthazar whispered against his lips, the words a brush of air. “Give into it Dean, you want this.”
Dean moaned as a second finger entered him, soft finger-tips brushing against his entrance as a slight burning sensation caused pain to blossom. Balthazar stilled, waiting and when Dean finally pressed back he spread his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them in quick successions. Dean’s eyes went wide at the feeling of muscle stretching, loosening, accommodating to the feeling, and just when he adjusted a third finger entered him.
Dean cursed and clenched down as the burn sent flares of pain that licked at his nerves. It hurt, he felt like he was going to burst, be ripped in two; he didn’t think he’d be able to handle Balthazar in him. He opened his mouth to voice this, but the fingers inside him started to spread and a whining cry was ripped from his voice instead. He clenched harder, pushing a little, but Balthazar only pushed deeper, brushing against something inside him…
And everything went white.
Dean came too to the feeling of something slick and round probing his entrance. He was still coming down from the high of what ever Balthazar had done and didn’t have time, or enough working brain cells, to realize what it was until Balthazar was inside him, panties thrust to the side, bottoming out with one swift thrust. Dean let out a strangled moan and gripped at his shoulders, tightening his legs around Balthazar’s waist.
It was an explosion of pain and pleasure, his nerve endings were simultaneously tingling and on fire. He felt both perfectly full and yet over-stretched. He wasn’t sure if he was still alive, and maybe this was hell because Dean definitely wasn’t going back to heaven, or if somehow he had managed to cling to life. Which ever it was, it couldn’t get any worse/better then this.
And then Balthazar moved and Dean was proved wrong; yet again.
Dean let his head thunk back against the wall, ignoring the pain for the slow drag of skin on skin and this; this was what heaven was supposed to be like. It was the feeling of being full, complete. The feeling of finding something you’d been missing all your life, the blissful, peaceful arousal that made your soul sing. It was the feeling of everything coming together, of everything feeling right.
“F-Fuck, nnng, shit… Balthazar.” Dean panted as he arched, letting out a low moan. “I can’t, shit, fuck.”
Compared to their earlier need to be rough, to rip off clothing, Balthazar was being soft, just gentle rolls of his hips. It was almost intimate, the way he was almost taking care to keep it this way. It was not what Dean had been expecting, but it was definitely better.
“I don’t like you Dean; you make Castiel’s life miserable. You some how manage to both be an insufferable git, and a guilty fucking bastard at the same time.” Balthazar hisses in his ear, a contrast to his gentle thrusts. “You walk around with your head held high and yet completely dysfunctional.”
Dean whimpered and griped at his shoulders, digging his nails in. “Balthazar…” Dean squirmed a little before gasping as Balthazar bit down on his earlobe.
“I hate you Dean Winchester.” He whispers and thrusts in deep, still staying gentle but he hits that same spot inside him, causing him to come with a shout as the world tilts. Balthazar mumbled something against his neck, which was drowned out by the blood pounding in his ear as he came down from his high.
Dean groaned when Balthazar pulled out, Dean hadn’t noticed when he came, but he can feel the come inside him now. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the tub, legs unable to hold him up. He stared up at Balthazar who had a clouded expression, hidden before he stepped out of the shower, dressed with a snap of his fingers. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Balthazar was gone. He sighed and let the water hit his face.
Dean closed his eyes, trying to figure out what Balthazar had said, but it was impossible. He cursed and got to his feet, gripping the wall to support himself until he could stand on his own.
He’d have to ask Balthazar the next time he saw him. Not that he expected an answer.
Author: theinsaneeraser
Recpitiant: weirdwednesday
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Balthazar/Dean
Characters: None
Genre: Angst, humor, first time, Kink: crossdressing (panties), Kink: Dirty-talk!, Shower!sex, Wall!Sex
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Kinda dub-cony if you squint reeeeeeeeeeeally hard, but not really.
Word Count: 2,322
Summary: Dean's got a dirty secret, and Balthazar's about to exploit it..
Author's Note: I re wrote this about five times until I liked it, and yeah. I kind of really love this kink and with this pairing.
Dean will deny it if anyone asks. Sure he had told his other self that yeah, he liked the panties… but he’d never tell anyone else. No, Dean Winchester was as straight as they came, and sure he was kinky, but he had boundaries man, boundaries! Or so he made everyone think, and if they thought otherwise he’d hit them over the head with denial until even they believed it. Because that was how Dean Winchester was. He was the straight manly-man and he had an image. Sammy was the girly guy who was possibly gay, though Dean joked about him being so constantly.
So, he made sure that Sam was gone for the day, off to run errands and buy those girly drinks of his. Only then did he slip off his jeans to reveal the purple satin panties that hung loosely off his hips. They rode up a little in the ass, but he didn’t mind, he just focused on the look of his cock outlined against the moist fabric. He licked his lips and teased the already leaking slit before turning to face the side with a smirk.
Yes, Dean would ever deny it if anyone asked, but he did enjoy this, the feel of the soft fabric pressing against him, rubbing against his erection, pinning it to his stomach. They were a little loose compared to his last ones, but well, they had torn after a few uses, so better safe than sorry!
Dean trailed his thumb up and down his shaft, applying a soft pressure to push the head of his erection above the hem of the panties. He in satisfaction when this occurred. He wiped said thumb across his slit, drawing up some of the pre-come and lifted it to his lips, licking it off with the tip of his tongue, slowly, savouring the taste. It was musky and a little salty, but a sweetness there from all the sugar he ate.
Dean looked at himself in the mirror once more, taking in the lust-blown eyes and quickly rising and falling chest. He winked at himself and slid a hand into the soft satin fabric. He teased his cock with his finger tips before gripping himself and giving a good few strokes before letting go and making his way to the bathroom.
If he had been paying attention, he would have heard the flutter of wings, but his mind was racing of images to come. He would go into the shower, panties and all, and jack himself off, eyes closed. He wouldn’t imagine a face, but there would be a warm mouth on his cock, sucking and licking and tempting, all too tempting. The panties would remain on as he jerked himself to completion, and then it would be a race to hide the garment and get dressed before Sam came back.
He stepped into the bathroom and then froze, his eyes falling onto the form of Balthazar. He was leaning against the wall near the shower, black pants fitted perfectly, grey shirt damp with the steam that was now coming from the shower, black over-coat folded over the sink as he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Dean stared at him, unable to look away, to move because there was an angel in his bathroom, and not just any angel, but Balthazar… and he was naked save for panties.
Panties… oh fuck.
“Oh yes Dean, I do believe that’s what’s planned.” He chuckled and there was the rustle of fabric and Dean stumbled into the bathroom, a hand on his back pushing him inside as the door shut and locked. He sucked in a breath, realizing that Balthazar was still there, half behind him, half beside him, hand between his shoulder-blade, chin almost resting on his shoulder. “Hi Dean.”
“W-What the fuck… what are you doing?” Dean tried to inch away, but the arm on his back wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. “Hey! Let me go you creep, Jesus Christ.”
“Now Dean, that’s not very nice, now is it?” Balthazar chuckled. “But that’s not the point, the point is…” he trailed off and Dean could feel Balthazar’s eyes trail downwards, landing on his cock, which was protruding from the panties. “Nice attire there Dean. I must say, I have to applaud you on your choice, purple is definitely your color.”
“Fuck you.” Dean snapped before sucking in a breath as the hand on his waist lowered to his hip and then forward, resting just out of reach of his head. “What are you doing, don’t touch me.”
“Let me tell you a little story Dean.” Balthazar whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver. “You see, I’ve had so much fun since I’ve been on earth, and I have to say, humans are quiet good at sex; if nothing else.” Dean swallowed and went completely still. “I’ve been a part of many, many orgies, involving men and women. The sex, the feel of sweaty limbs slipping and sliding against others, the rut of cock and hips against what ever body-parts they can find, the feel of lips and tongues caressing you, never knowing who it is, what they look like, only feeling… that’s the best part. Because when you’re in there, and so hard it hurts, you don’t care about male or female, only more, more and to come, to finally release that pressure that seems to have been building up forever.”
Dean moaned softly and arched, shivering when Balthazar’s finger’s brushed his tip. He was already so wound up; he didn’t know how much more he could take.
“Yes, and then, then comes the best part, when you think you’re about ready to come, you’re just there, something surrounds you’re cock, be it a mouth or a vagina. And sometimes fingers and cocks will find their way up your ass and the feel of it, it’s intoxicating, completely intoxicating.” Dean whimpered softly, breathing speeding up, eyes wide. “Only then can you come… and then it starts all over again, a complete circle on repeat until you ache and think you can’t come anymore, and then you do.”
Dean twisted in his grip and shoved him against the wall, kissing him to shut him up. No, he wasn’t turned on by Balthazar’s words; he just needed to keep him silent. He moaned when Balthazar kissed back, moving him towards the shower, pushing Dean under the spray before kissing him again, teeth and tongue abusing his bottom lip, bruising it with their roughness. He groaned when his back hit the wall, fingers tangling in the blonde man’s hair.
Dean arched when he felt the slick wet tongue on his neck, just below his ear. It dragged down to his throat, wet and smooth replaced with sharp scrapes of teeth that tugged at the skin relentlessly, biting down and sucking. Dean moaned, gripping tighter at the silky stands, tugging on them, almost as if he wanted to rip them from the blonde man’s head.
Balthazar chuckled, sending vibrations through his flesh as he moved down, lips brushing against all the sensitive spots, seeming to hit every nerve ending. It sent shivers down his spine, causing the small hairs on his arms to rise as he dropped his hands to cup the smooth skin on the back of Balthazar’s neck, pulling him closer. He moaned, using his free hand to fumble with Balthazar’s belt, yanking the rough leather from its loops and tossing it to the side.
Balthazar rumbled a groan against his chest before taking his nipple into a warm mouth. Dean’s eye went wide and he moaned, letting his head tilt back more as Balthazar’s tongue lapped at the sensitive nub, sending blood down to his already achingly hard cock.
“E-Enough teasing… fuck.” Dean groaned and yanked at the small strands of Balthazar’s head, tilting his head up so he could kiss him.
Dean yanked the angel’s pants, struggling with the soggy material before letting them pool at Balthazar’s feet with a slosh. Balthazar chuckled and pressing himself against Dean, and of course he wasn’t wearing anything under the pants. Balthazar grinned into the kiss and Dean bit down on his bottom lip, taking the soft flesh between his teeth, biting hard enough to bruise, almost enough to draw blood.
Balthazar growled, and that should not have turned him on, should not have made his blood boil in his veins, made him want more. But it did. He hooked a finger in his own panties and tugged them, trying to drag them down, but Balthazar’s hand on his wrist, pinning it above his head, stopped that. He whined softly, something he’ll deny later, and tried to protest. Balthazar ignored that though and slipped a finger into him.
Dean had never felt anything like it in his life.
Truth be told, this was the first time a guy had ever touched him. The finger pressed into him, penetrating a part of him he never thought would be touched. He clenched around the finger, pressing back against it, wanting it deeper, but also wanting it out. Balthazar gave him deeper and curled it, drawing a half-moan half whimper as he felt the tight muscle at his entrance stretch to accommodate; it was both painful and pleasurable.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? I don’t get why you humans have to label everything. This is just sex. Just as when you are with a female, it feels good,” Balthazar whispered against his lips, the words a brush of air. “Give into it Dean, you want this.”
Dean moaned as a second finger entered him, soft finger-tips brushing against his entrance as a slight burning sensation caused pain to blossom. Balthazar stilled, waiting and when Dean finally pressed back he spread his fingers, scissoring them, spreading them in quick successions. Dean’s eyes went wide at the feeling of muscle stretching, loosening, accommodating to the feeling, and just when he adjusted a third finger entered him.
Dean cursed and clenched down as the burn sent flares of pain that licked at his nerves. It hurt, he felt like he was going to burst, be ripped in two; he didn’t think he’d be able to handle Balthazar in him. He opened his mouth to voice this, but the fingers inside him started to spread and a whining cry was ripped from his voice instead. He clenched harder, pushing a little, but Balthazar only pushed deeper, brushing against something inside him…
And everything went white.
Dean came too to the feeling of something slick and round probing his entrance. He was still coming down from the high of what ever Balthazar had done and didn’t have time, or enough working brain cells, to realize what it was until Balthazar was inside him, panties thrust to the side, bottoming out with one swift thrust. Dean let out a strangled moan and gripped at his shoulders, tightening his legs around Balthazar’s waist.
It was an explosion of pain and pleasure, his nerve endings were simultaneously tingling and on fire. He felt both perfectly full and yet over-stretched. He wasn’t sure if he was still alive, and maybe this was hell because Dean definitely wasn’t going back to heaven, or if somehow he had managed to cling to life. Which ever it was, it couldn’t get any worse/better then this.
And then Balthazar moved and Dean was proved wrong; yet again.
Dean let his head thunk back against the wall, ignoring the pain for the slow drag of skin on skin and this; this was what heaven was supposed to be like. It was the feeling of being full, complete. The feeling of finding something you’d been missing all your life, the blissful, peaceful arousal that made your soul sing. It was the feeling of everything coming together, of everything feeling right.
“F-Fuck, nnng, shit… Balthazar.” Dean panted as he arched, letting out a low moan. “I can’t, shit, fuck.”
Compared to their earlier need to be rough, to rip off clothing, Balthazar was being soft, just gentle rolls of his hips. It was almost intimate, the way he was almost taking care to keep it this way. It was not what Dean had been expecting, but it was definitely better.
“I don’t like you Dean; you make Castiel’s life miserable. You some how manage to both be an insufferable git, and a guilty fucking bastard at the same time.” Balthazar hisses in his ear, a contrast to his gentle thrusts. “You walk around with your head held high and yet completely dysfunctional.”
Dean whimpered and griped at his shoulders, digging his nails in. “Balthazar…” Dean squirmed a little before gasping as Balthazar bit down on his earlobe.
“I hate you Dean Winchester.” He whispers and thrusts in deep, still staying gentle but he hits that same spot inside him, causing him to come with a shout as the world tilts. Balthazar mumbled something against his neck, which was drowned out by the blood pounding in his ear as he came down from his high.
Dean groaned when Balthazar pulled out, Dean hadn’t noticed when he came, but he can feel the come inside him now. He slid down the wall to sit on the floor of the tub, legs unable to hold him up. He stared up at Balthazar who had a clouded expression, hidden before he stepped out of the shower, dressed with a snap of his fingers. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but Balthazar was gone. He sighed and let the water hit his face.
Dean closed his eyes, trying to figure out what Balthazar had said, but it was impossible. He cursed and got to his feet, gripping the wall to support himself until he could stand on his own.
He’d have to ask Balthazar the next time he saw him. Not that he expected an answer.