the mistakes he’s made
[sam winchester]
He knew better than those people yet he still got wrapped up in the pleasure. Dean will be disappointed.
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"What? Are you going to stare at me?"
A snarl escaped from the demon's lips, getting dangerously close to the hunter. Sam swallowed thickly, looking away. His beautiful eyes were hazy and filled with lust, a sweet and bitter scent wafting throughout the small room. The sex pheromones that the incubus had released was making everything blurry, every part in the hunter's body felt sensitive. It was something he had to expect right? After all, he had requested [Y/N]'s presence. Now, he was a ball of shuddering nerves. Sam was fingering himself bashfully, overly conscious of those [eye colour] eyes. [Y/N] enjoyed this immensely.
Currently, said man laid back and watched, a cigarette placed between those slightly swollen lips. The deep red horns on his head were adorned in small golden rings and jewels, a sleek long tail matching the horns. Sam had to admit, [Y/N] was one of the higher end demons out there. Even Crowley agreed.
He was curious of the new strip club in town, how everyone talked about how good the strippers were, how they knew about their deepest inner kinks, how intercourse would lead to them coming back for more. Obviously, this was no regular club. Dean had sent Sam to investigate and report back, but not to engage under any circumstance. He had stuck to that until he saw him. Until that selfish, pompous, yet unbelievably handsome strolled up and swept him off his feet. They had made out until they couldn't breathe, [Y/N]'s lips had such an addicting taste to them, like vanilla and honey. It was so basic yet... extraordinary.
And Sam found out, every patch of skin on [Y/N] tasted like that. And his touch, oh God, his touch! His hands knew where to apply pressure and where not to, his lips kissed the creamy skin and sent shivers throughout his body. Now, he knew why everyone was so captivated with this club. He knew this yet, didn't stop. He wanted more, he wanted more of the demon. He wanted the pleasure to overload his senses until he passed out. God, he was obsessed.
These loud, intruding thoughts screamed throughout his head, pushing away any sense of panic and suspicion. Soon, [Y/N] stood and with each step, the scent of sweet pheromones intensified, Sam's mind reduced to complete and utter mush. His long claws scrapped over his skin, a soft 'tch' noise escaping from his lips, "A hunter reduced to this state, I've seen before but a Winchester? My, my, darling, I thought you'd struggle much more than this." The demon said in feign surprise, running his long tongue over his thigh. Sam lets out a small whine, trying to keep quiet. "Come on, Sam, say something." [Y/N] said, this time with more demand and a harsh smack to his behind. It took everything in him to stay quiet once again. He knew it would get him in trouble but he wanted to see where this would lead to.
"Say something or this'll end very badly for you, Winchester..." The demon said once more and licking the ridge of his ear, another series of smacks to his ass and thighs. Sam's eyes widened and teared up, a whimper erupting from his chest. Everything within him begged for the man to scream, moan, anything that would satisfy his new addiction but pride and ego were too strong. Once [Y/N] realized that he wouldn't let up, another 'tch' escaped from his lips.
"Such a bad, bad man. We're gonna have to punish you."
"No. You really don't have to, sir." [Eye colour] irises widened slightly at this. Instinctively, two smacks could be heard onto his skin. Sam groaned and bit his lip, closing his eyes. "What the hell did you just say to me, slut?" The pure venom in that deep, husky voice was almost enough for him to climax on its own. But he wanted this to keep going, so he weakly smirked, "Y-you don't have to. I-It's really unnecessary when you think about it." He said, his voice wavering and stuttering occasionally. Slowly, he turned to his stomach, his beautiful behind propped up, as if the embarrassment and shame finally replaced with hot lust.
As surprised and angered [Y/N] was by this, he was also kind of turned on. The demon's tongue dipped down and ran over Sam's entrance, making Sam quiver and moan loudly. The noise was music to his ears. "Hmm.... I thought you wouldn't talk, bitch. But when it comes to disrespecting me, you'll gladly yammer on and on." Interesting. His rough hands held the two mounds of flesh and squeezed provocatively. The tip of Sam's dick weeped, twitching and unable to release, the hot pink cockring preventing him from doing so. His breathing quickened and was shallow, showing how much he wanted this to continue.
"God, you're just like those others. Except... you know you aren't supposed to like it. You're a hunter, isn't that right? A Winchester at that." [Y/N] said slyly, "You should know better. But you love it. You love me. You want me. Isn't that right?"
As if mesmerised, the man said breathlessly, "Yes. Give me all you got, sir."
"Everything about you humans is so fun!"
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