“I think you’ll definitely see her badass [side], the demon character that she plays and the toughness and stuff. We’ve seen vulnerability in different ways from her, and I think you’ll see a little bit of that as well.”
— GENEVIEVE PADALECKI
“Can you stop?” Ruby asks, the irritation evident in her voice. You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, bouncing your leg up and down, tense, the sound probably annoying her. Ruby is on the bed on the other side of the room. “You don’t know how annoying it is to be stuck in a motel room with you,” you scoff, rolling your eyes, “I’m bored,” you add, and you can see her jaw dropping at the audacity.
“No one forced you to,” Ruby says, giving you a glare. “Dean needed Sam with him to work on the case, and you certainly can't be trusted alone,” you mutter, making her groan in frustration, again.
You decide to lay on the bed and turn on the TV. She studies you silently. You lay against the pillows, arms crossed over your chest loosely. Ruby doesn’t really move. She minds her business, surprisingly still not speaking.
You thought you couldn’t get any more bored but the movie quickly proves you wrong, it takes you about 30 minutes until you’re out like a light. You just fall asleep without noticing. You wake up a couple of hours later with a gasp, quickly sitting up, panting. The nape of your neck is damp, your top clinging to your back. You had another nightmare.
One of your hands immediately finds its way to your chest as you try to catch your breath, then you realize, Ruby. Before you can look around and search for her, she comes out of the bathroom in her pajamas, “what was that? I heard a-“ she interrupts herself mid-sentence, she had heard the gasp in the bathroom while she was getting ready for bed after showering, well, “bed” since demons don’t really sleep. She walks to you, “what happened?” she asks, her brows slightly furrowing as she goes to place a hand on your shoulder, she seems concerned.
You swat her hand away before she can touch you, pushing the blanket off yourself, still trying to catch your breath, “don’t touch me, leave me alone, just-“ you mutter, trying to look away, eyes threatening to fall from your eyes.
She sits on the bed with one leg tucked under her butt, “hey, don’t do that,” she says, her voice calming. She places a finger under your chin, gently turning your head so you’re now looking at her, “breathe,” she murmurs, “slow down,” and you do. You close your eyes, she’s now cupping your cheek, murmuring reassuring words to you.
It takes a few minutes but your breathing calms down, her hands haven’t moved from your cheek, you look at her, and you’re too embarrassed to speak. “You’re okay,” she says quietly, “tell me about it.”
You shake your head.
Ruby doesn’t push, but she tilts her head to the side slightly to make you understand that she’s here to listen.
“Just had a nightmare,” you say, she pushes some damp hair away from your face, “you have those a lot,” she points out, she’s been spending a lot of time with you, Dean, and Sam so of course she’d noticed. She’s almost scared to ask, not wanting you to snap, but she does anyway, carefully, “what are they about?” her hand now resting on the bed. “This apocalypse thing, I’m terrified something’s going to happen, Sam and Dean are like family to me, we just got Dean back, I don’t want to lose him again, or Sam.”
She’s almost surprised that you’re telling her, since the two of you can’t even be in the same room for more than an hour before you start yelling at each other. “We’ll find a way,” she starts, “but you can’t let this fear eat you alive, we have to be strong and fight,” her hand finds your cheek again, rubbing your cheekbone with her thumb. You nod, “thank you,” you don’t add anything else, you know she’s right, your breathing is now back to normal, it’s odd but you feel calm around her. Safe.
She waits a moment before speaking again, “do you feel any better?” you nod, looking at her. “It’s okay to be scared, but we can do this,” she murmurs, her hand finding yours, squeezing it. For some reason, your breath hitches, your throat feels dry, and you suddenly realize how close she is to you.
“Things will be okay honey,” Ruby says quietly, your body relaxing at her words, but at the same time, you suddenly feel nervous to be around her, not in a bad way this time.
She studies your face, “what?” You quickly shake your head, she smiles, unable to hold it back. “You’re such a liar,” Ruby states, amused. “What is that supposed to mean?” You ask, crossing your arms. “Don’t play coy with me,” she scolds, looking at your lips, you look at hers, and she grins. “I’m not, I don’t know what you’re-“ she interrupts you, “tell me you’re not affected by me right now.”
“You pretend to hate me, acting snarky all the time, but right now you just look like you want me,” she speaks slowly, testing the waters, “tell me I’m wrong.”
You can’t. She’s right. You shake your head.
“No?” she asks, “no to what?” You let out a breath through your nose, “you’re insane.”
She raises an eyebrow, expecting anything but that, “alright, if you say so,” she moves to stand up, you grab her hand, “Ruby wait-“
And she smirks, sitting back down, but this time she climbs on your lap, “tell me I’m wrong and I’ll back off, and we never have to talk about this ever again,” she whispers, her lips dangerously close to yours. You don’t know where you got the courage to, but you cup her cheeks, kissing her, and you feel her smiling into the kiss, “there you go,” she praises, cupping your jaw to pull you closer.
“You’re even prettier from here,” she takes a moment to look at you, you bite your lip, her hands move up to free it with her thumb, “ah ah, don’t, you’ll drive me insane.”
“Sorry,” you murmur. “Suddenly so well behaved. Had I known all it took was a little kiss, I’d have done it much sooner.” She kisses you again, hands in your hair.
“You can touch me,” she instructs, “don’t act all shy now, you’re the one who just kissed me a minute ago,” she chuckles, your hands land on her hips, making her let out a shaky breath.
“Good girl, baby,” she says, settling more comfortably on your lap, “you finally done pretending to hate me?” You nod. She lifts your chin up with her finger, lips close to yours again, “hm?” she encourages. You nod again, “yeah,” she smiles, her fingertips trailing down your neck, making you shiver. “Can I make you feel good?” Ruby whispers, “or would you rather sleep?”
Your hands tighten on her hips, “I don’t know when Sam and Dean will be back.” She places a hand on the side of your neck, stroking your jaw, “good thing their car is loud enough for us to hear.”
“I want you,” you say, and she kisses you, she breaks the kiss to take your shirt off, you do the same with hers, then she resumes the kiss, groaning into it. “Taste like heaven,” she murmurs, you grin, “that’s ironic, considering..” she buffs with a smile, “why don't you shut that pretty mouth? I want to make you feel good but you keep acting like a brat,” she murmurs, getting off your lap, nodding her head, motioning you to lay down, so you do.
The brunette places a hand on your stomach, trailing it up to your neck, she wraps her hand around it gently, then leans down to kiss you. She’s the one to break the kiss after a bit, the both of you breathless, your lips parted and swollen. “You have no idea of how good you look,” she praises, her thumb stroking your jaw, “what do you want?”
You look up at her, still slightly breathless from the kiss, “just touch me, please.”
Her hand moves up a bit more, tracing her middle finger on your bottom lip, “get it wet for next time,” she murmurs, you wrap your lips around her finger, she lets out a moan, unable to take her eyes off your mouth. Her finger leaves your mouth with a ‘pop’, “so good for me.”
Her hand moves in between your legs, pushing your pj shorts to the side along with your soft panties, the same finger moves up and down your slit, feeling how wet you are for her already, “fuck angel you’re soaked.”
“Please Ruby,” you buck your hips against her, she smirks, amused, taking her finger away, “patience, you have me,” her finger goes back to your heat, rubbing slow teasing circles against your clit, making you moan.
She leans down to kiss you, her finger not stilling, you moan into her mouth, she adds a finger, still rubbing your clit, her lips move to your neck, sucking a small bruise, you buck your hips again, “that’s it, make yourself feel good,” she mumbles against your skin.
Her middle finger slips inside of you, making you gasp, she curls it perfectly, “there you go,” she smiles, kissing down your chest, you’re already close, “Ruby fuck-“
You hear a noise, she stills, the engine of the fucking Impala outside, “wanna come baby?” she whispers in your ear and you nod, “gotta be quick,” she murmurs, adding a finger, moving them again, her thumb rubbing your clit.
She makes you come in less than a minute, kissing you, whispering praises in the kiss.
She helps you ride it out for a few seconds then pulls back, “good job baby,” she then pulls back, quickly throwing on her shirt, then gives you one last kiss, leaving you breathless, seeing stars, “this isn’t over.”
content: best friend!reader, college au, bisexual!ruby, unlabeled!reader, samruby mentioned (hooking up, there is no cheating here), smut (marking, finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk), inexperienced reader, reader's jealousy mentioned
word count: 4.4k
note: mommy ruby is here to take care of you (no mommy kink, though)
“Oh my God,” Ruby huffed, throwing closed the door to your shared dorm room.
You looked up from your laptop, frowning. She looked back at you with the biggest smile you’d seen from the girl.
“What?” You asked, though you weren’t all that surprised from her reaction. It wasn’t an unusual thing for Ruby to come back looking like she was floating on a cloud. You supposed that was what happened when you had a man like Sam Winchester touching you in all the best places.
“Sam…,” Ruby sighed. She climbed onto her bed, laying on her back to stare at the ceiling dreamily.
Jesus, you thought. She was never like this.
“Yeah, I know about Sam.” You breathed out, turning back to your homework. You had heard about every inch of that man’s body, down to the little freckle he had on his hip bone.
You were happy for Ruby, you really were. She’d been your best friend for longer than you could remember. You did everything together. Elementary school, middle school cheer teams, high school graduations. You were even each other’s dates to prom. Matching dresses and everything. Your classmates and families always teased you two, egging you both to “just admit you’re dating already.”
It got harder to deny the lesbian lover rumors when you realized your very real feelings for her. You hadn’t thought much about your sexuality. You liked who you liked and never acted on it, that was what mattered. It wouldn’t do any good to put a label on anything when you didn’t even have the confidence to tell your best friend that you were in love with her.
You still listened to her stories of hookups and dates gone wrong. You would chime in with little comments, ignoring the simmering jealousy in your chest. If Ruby noticed, she didn’t say anything about it.
“That man is a god in bed, babe.” Ruby smirked, turning to rest on her side. She propped her head up on her hand, looking directly into your eyes. “I squirted.”
You let out a little laugh and tried not to let it show that you were imagining what she had looked like in that moment.
“Hmm, that good, huh?” You smiled, eyes tracing over the curve of her lips.
You didn't mind Sam. He treated Ruby well. You knew she could be quite the little demon when she felt like it. He was nice to you, attractive, smart. There was just one thing wrong with him.
He got to fuck Ruby every night while you buried yourself in your blankets.
You should be the one tasting her. You should be able to know exactly which spot makes her moan the loudest. It should be your name that she’s screaming out when she comes. What gave Sam the right to all that knowledge?
“Fucking incredible.” Ruby practically moaned, falling on her back again. She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head while thinking of that moment again.
You squeezed your thighs together and looked away. Yep, that moan was getting stored away for later.
You could already imagine the things that would come to mind once you were able to squirrel away some private time.
Ruby down on her knees in front of you, lips coated in your arousal, her pupils blown beyond belief and it was all for you. She swoops her head down again, tongue flattening against your clit.
“Fucking incredible,” she moans and inches her fingers up your leg before pushing--
“Are you listening? Hello?” Ruby interrupted your thoughts, looking at you with furrowed brows. You nod, far too quickly for it to be natural, but it doesn’t matter. She’s already going back into her monologue about Sam.
“He’s just so hot.” She was pretty much growling as she spoke. “And his fingers! They were hitting the right spot every time. You know what I’m talking about, right?”
You rolled your neck, sighing at the crack of your joints.
“You know the answer to that.” You reminded her of your ridiculously miniscule love life. There were no partners, no random hookups, not even a good sext with someone on the internet. You had no interest in it, not when the girl you really wanted was now looking at you with her head tilted.
“I didn’t know if you’d kept some secrets from me.” Ruby teased, fully sitting up now. She pulled a pillow into her lap, leaning into it, closer to you. You scrunched your nose, smiling just enough to show a sliver of your teeth to her.
“As if I’d ever keep anything from you.” Your eyes dropped to her chest and lingered for a moment. The swoop of her neckline left little to the imagination, not that you had to use much imagination when it came to Ruby.
Being childhood best friends meant being very close. Most times that meant changing in front of one another, chests bared to each other. Sometimes it meant being tasked with taking erotic photos of Ruby for her to share with her lovers.
You called yourself a creep every time you used the imagery of her lace-covered body as fuel for your orgasms.
“Okay, fine,” Ruby laughed. “When you touch yourself--,” she held a hand up to your mouth opening in protest, “I know you do, don’t deny it. When you touch yourself and use your fingers, it feels good.” She said it like it was a fact she already knew.
“I don’t do that.” You simply replied, finally dragging your eyes away from her.
“I told you not to deny it.” Ruby’s voice was flat. She was tired of this. She’d always wondered why you weren’t open about your masturbation with her. You shared every other scrap of information, why not this?
“No, you’re right, I do touch myself.” You forced your gaze to zero in on a word that, under the sudden attention being on you, was starting to look like an incomprehensible string of letters. “I just don’t do it like that.”
A beat of silence made you look up. You frowned at her look of incredulity, all parted lips and narrowed eyes.
“What?” You raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like there was one way to get yourself off.
“You don’t “do that”?” Ruby scoffed. With the shake of your head, her mouth snapped shut into a frown. “Why not?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Just don’t wanna.”
“You’ve never even tried it?” Ruby pushed the pillow from her legs and shuffled to the edge of the bed. “Not once?”
“I mean, I did, once,” you fought down the blush creeping up, “but it didn’t feel good.”
Ruby frowned.
“How did you do it?” She asked. She said it so casually, like you two were talking about the weather. You pushed your brows together, the confusion evident on your face.
“What?” It came out as more of a scoff. You’d expected her to just drop the conversation as a whole, maybe with a little laugh. But not this.
“It’s not a trick question, babe.” Ruby looked at you expectantly. “How did you finger yourself?”
“I-I don’t know,” you were flustered now, cheeks burning, “I just did it.”
“Show me.”
You choked on your breath. What the hell?
Show me. Ruby’s voice rang in your head, filling your stomach with desire. You inconspicuously squeezed your thighs together.
“C’mon, we’re best friends, right?” Ruby tilted her head, pulling her bottom lip into her teeth. You saw the flash of mischief in her eyes, the same one that had gotten you two in the back of a cop car for skinny dipping at the age of sixteen.
“What--how--Ruby, I can’t.” You were stammering now, trying not to look at her.
“I just wanna help you. Can’t have my girl going unsatisfied.”
My girl. Jesus. She doesn’t even know what the hell she does to you. Or maybe she does. Maybe that’s why she’s doing this, why she’s climbing off of her bed and sauntering to the edge of yours.
Ruby gently curled her fingers over your laptop, placing it off to the side. She leaned onto her arms, hands flat on either side of your thighs. If it were any other person, you would feel trapped. Ruby? She was the hottest captor you could ever hope for.
“Let me see how you touch yourself.” Ruby purred, looking into your eyes, daring you to do it. She knew you weren’t shy but you were less intune with your sexuality than her.
She was the one who’d gifted you with your first vibrator. She’d been the first one to lose her virginity and had promptly called you with every little detail. It had taken an insane amount of begging for you to even tell her your celebrity crush.
You told her everything else. She didn’t know exactly why you were hesitant to share your horny thoughts with her, but she was starting to suspect your reasoning when she would catch your eyes lingering for just a second too long, or when the flare of possessive jealousy sounded in your words.
Ruby didn’t mind. She was possessive of you too.
“You really wanna see?” You asked, eyes wide.
“Isn’t that what friends are for?” She shrugged, slowly sliding her hands to the sides of your shorts. She tucked her fingers into the waistband, the tops of her manicured nails pressing firm against your skin.
You refrained from telling her that most friends, in fact, did not watch each other get off. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. This was a dream come true. Even if everything would go back to normal after this, with Ruby under Sam and you under your blankets, you would still have this to look back on.
You rested your hands over hers, both of you guiding your shorts and underwear down your legs. She caught sight of your panties, black lace with a little bow on the front.
“Are these the ones I picked out?” She asked, smirking. She knew the answer.
“They’re my favorites.” You smiled. They were, ever since that day when she’d pulled them from a drawer at the lingerie store. You two were there for her, picking out a set to wear for Sam, but the moment she laid eyes on the lacy black set on the mannequin, she knew it was perfect for you. You didn’t argue, wanting to please her in any way you could.
“Gotta spread your legs, babe.” Ruby tapped your knee lightly. You stared at her, unmoving until she shot you that sweet smile you loved so much.
You moved slow, pulling your knees up and apart. With another look at Ruby, you slid your hand between your thighs.
Usually, you would have worked yourself up, eased into rubbing over your center. You were nervous, making this entire situation that much more difficult. You immediately prodded at your entrance, wincing at the pain.
“See, doesn’t work for me.” You shrugged, snapping your legs shut and pulling a blanket over your thighs.
Ruby frowned.
“You didn’t even try.” She huffed.
“Yes, I did, Rubes.” You argued, avoiding eye contact with her.
“No, you didn’t.” She looked around the room, then back at you. You frowned at the smile pulling on the corners of her lips. “Let me show you how to do it.”
Once again, Ruby had you stumbling for what to say.
“N-no…you-what?” You stammered, blinking. You prayed you didn’t look too turned on.
Ruby ran her tongue over her teeth, looking up at you through her lashes.
“I just want to make sure you’re taken care of.” She made it sound so innocent, like she wasn’t asking to help make you come. You looked into her eyes, watching the swirl of brown get swallowed up by her lust-blown pupils.
“You take care of me every day.” You replied, soft and sweet. And she really did.
Sick? She was at your bedside with water and a bowl of soup, spoon-feeding you. Stressed? She massaged your shoulders and did what she could to help complete your assignments. Insomnia-ridden? She crawled into your bed, curling up against your back and stroking your hair until you were snoring softly into your pillows.
“Yeah, I know.” She tilted her head and shrugged. “So let me do this, too.”
You didn’t stop her from crawling onto your bed, or from settling in behind you, or from brushing your hair back from your neck.
“Can I touch you?” Ruby’s voice was breath into your ear, a sultry slur that had a shiver running down your spine.
“Always.” It just slipped out. You didn’t mean for your response to sound so… desperate. You bit your tongue to stop a defense from flowing out. Ruby always told you to stand by your words, which you never had a problem with unless it was with her.
She smiled into your hair and began to touch you. It was featherlight at first, just a ghosting of her hand over your thighs, hips, waist. Your core, already slick from simply imagining what Ruby would do to you, fluttered with the brush of her fingertips under your shirt.
“Is this working?” She whispered into your ear.
“Mhm.” You hummed. You don’t know why she even bothered to ask. She knew it was working, she knew what you liked, maybe more than you did.
“Good.” Another sigh of breath into your ear, but this time, a gentle kiss on your pulse point followed it. You leaned into it, feeling her lips parting, teeth grazing, tongue pressing.
A low whine squeaked out when her fingers pressed up against your hip bone. She let out a low chuckle, kissing down your neck.
Her hand creeped up your hoodie, making way to your chest. She paused at the feel of bare skin under her hand. She’d expected lacey cloth.
“No bra?” You could hear the playful smirk in her voice. You let out a shaky breath.
“Didn’t think I needed one.” You practically rushed it out. It was the only way to avoid your voice breaking when she cupped a breast, soft and gentle.
“Smart girl.” Ruby circled her thumb around the sensitive skin of your breast, teasing the edge of your nipple.
“Start like this,” she spoke into your ear like a sexy teacher, “slow, teasing,” she just barely brushed her thumbpad against the peak of your nipple, “work yourself up.”
You panted the whisper of a groan out.
“Mmm…,” she hummed, her eyes fluttering shut, “you sound so pretty, babe. You know that?”
You shrank into her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest pressing against your back.
“You always sound so fucking pretty.” She finally pressed her fingers on your nipple, earning her a moan muffled by your tight-closed lips.
Ruby shifted her attention to the opposite breast, giving it the same aching tease.
“I hear you, at night, when you think I’m asleep or too drunk to remember.”
Her words made you freeze. No. There were only a few times you dared to do it with her in the room. You always made sure she was sleeping first, always making sure she was taken care of before you took care of yourself.
“You think you’re quiet, but I always hear you,” she pinched your skin lightly. “Always.”
You tried to talk, to tell her you would try harder to be quiet, but her teeth grazed on your shoulder, cutting you off.
“What do you think about?” She licked onto the bite, observing the skin. It would bruise with time, leaving a trace of her when all of this was over.
“Noth-,” you began to answer before she landed a gentle smack on your thigh. You’d forgotten about that other hand, lingering on your hip.
“Don’t lie to me.” She warned, kissing your neck again. “I can read your mind, remember?” She said it so cheekily.
I can read your mind. She’d said it almost every day since second grade, when you two had watched some made-for-TV kid’s movie about a pair of telepathic best friends. Little-Ruby had declared it to be a direct parallel to real life, claiming you two were going to start reading each other’s minds. You played along for a few years, eventually dropping the joke sometime around middle school. Ruby never did.
“What makes you moan so pretty, baby?” Her words made you melt into a whimper, mouthing parting to let the sound pass.
“You.”
You’d expected some surprise, maybe a rough push and a yell about how weird it was to get off to the idea of your best friend. Just like she continuously did, she surprised you.
“I knew it.” She muttered with a grin.
“You… you’re not… mad?” You didn’t know how to ask it without it sounding pitiful. The anxiety and shock flooded the room, making Ruby frown.
“No, no, babe, I could never be mad at you.” She cooed, fingertip circling your nipple. “I can’t blame you. No one can resist all of this.” She joked, easing your nerves.
“Shut up.” You laughed. The noise morphed into a small gasp when she nuzzled into your neck, nosing against your shoulder.
“I do it too.” Ruby admitted.
“Think about… yourself?” It was a weak guess. You knew what she meant, but you didn’t have the confidence to say it out loud.
“Yeah.” She nodded, a sigh blowing air onto your skin. You furrowed your brows, angling your head to look her in the eye.
Her poker-face shifted into a wide smile, a laugh bursting from her. You blushed, forcing down your own laughs.
“You’re mean.” You looked down with a smile, chewing on the inside of your cheek. She was doing this on purpose, you realized. Lulling you into normalcy to help you through this situation. As always, taking care of you.
“I meant it.” Ruby continued her strokes on your breasts, tapping her fingers lightly on your sternum on her way back down. “I think about you, too.”
“A lot?” You had your hand on her knee now, knuckles bending to grip down when her hand splayed across your stomach.
“Enough.” She shrugged. “You were my first crush-ah, second crush, first was Meg Ryan.”
“Meg Ryan.” You echoed at the same time, a breathless kind of sound due to her fingers ghosting against your inner thigh.
“Do you know how hard I come to the thought of you?” She whispered into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe to pull a whimper out of you.
Your chin quivered. It was a wonder your teeth hadn’t broken skin with how hard you were biting down on your lip.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” You mumbled, hooking your hands into the bend of her knees. You held her close to you while she traced lines over your skin.
“Didn’t know if you were into it. You’re kind of a prude when it comes to sex.” You felt her smile against your neck.
“I’m not a prude, Ruby. I just don’t sleep with the entire chem class.” You bit back jokingly. She laughed, chest rumbling.
It was a common joke between you two, started in your junior year of high school when some guy started to spread the rumor that Ruby had let your entire chemistry class take turns on her. Ruby’s defense, to his dismay, was to confirm the rumors.
“Getting more pussy than you, bro.” She’d called across the cafeteria before slinging an arm over your shoulders, waiting to laugh until you two were in the privacy of the hallway.
“You don’t talk about your sex life with me.” Ruby continued, slowly pushing your legs apart. Air rushed over your newly exposed skin, making you shiver.
“I didn’t want you to think I was a creep.” You watched her hand brush over your thighs. You sucked in a sharp breath when she hovered her hand over your center.
“For what? Thinking I was hot?” She laughed. Her fingers twitched in waiting. She still didn’t touch you where you really needed it.
“For wanting to taste you.” You forced a whine down. “Or to hear you moan, see what you look like when you come.” You didn’t know why it felt okay to lay it all out like this. Maybe it was her lips sucking a mark onto your neck.
“You really want to make me come?”
“Ye-,” you started to answer, but Ruby cupped her hand over you, curves of her fingers slotting against your folds. You choked on your words, your grip on her tightening.
“Maybe after this,” she hummed, lips grazing on the shell of your ear, “gotta take care of you first.”
You felt her swipe through your slick, gathering it up. She lifted her hand to eye-level, showing you the mess as if you didn’t already know how wet you were.
“After you tease that pretty little body of yours, you want to make sure your fingers will slip right in.” She brought her hand to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the two soaked digits. “Mmmm…,” she moaned.
You opened your mouth just like she wanted when her fingers drifted over. She slipped them in, letting you taste her saliva and the remnants of yourself.
“Good, isn’t it?” Ruby’s eyes were trained on your mouth as you sucked. You watched her expression as you twirled your tongue around the tips.
“If you aren’t as wet as you should be, just-,” she shoved her fingers deeper, making you gag, “-use your spit.”
She dragged her fingers out, now coated in your saliva.
“See? Now they’ll slide in, nice and easy.” She purred the last part, lowering her hand back to your folds.
Ruby toyed with you for a few minutes. Her fingers parted, rubbing up and down on you. You yelped out a whine when she pressed her thumb onto your clit.
“Ready?” She asked, swirling tight circles onto you. You nodded, trying to keep quiet enough to stop your neighbors from hearing. It’d be a shame if those lesbian lover rumors followed you to college.
She slowly pushed a finger in, just one. You tensed up.
“Shhh… just relax, let me make you feel good, babe.” She mumbled into your ear, pressing another kiss to your neck that made you melt.
You took in deep breaths, slow and steady, and Ruby started to move her finger in rhythm with your chest’s rise and fall. You felt the ridges of her knuckles running across your walls, pulling a soft hum from your throat.
“Y0u like me being inside you?” She spoke into your ear, sounding like heaven and hell wrapped in one. You closed your eyes, soaking it all in.
“One more.” Ruby warned softly before you felt the stretch of another finger going into you. You choked out a groan, your grip on her knees tightening.
“Good, good, you’re doing so good.” Ruby cooed, using her other hand to guide the rolling of your hips.
“Rube…,” you sighed, throwing your head back against her shoulder.
She smirked, kissing up your cheek. You got the hint, no need for words, and turned your head. Her lips brushed against yours, teeth pulling at your bottom lip. You were waiting for it, for her to kiss you properly. What you got instead made you gasp out a loud moan.
Ruby curled her fingers up, hitting a soft, spongy spot you didn’t know you had. Her lips curled up, pride swelling through her.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She mumbled, your lip still in her teeth. You whimpered, gasping up breaths of air that did little to ease the growing knot in your lower stomach.
Her hold on your lip loosened just enough to dart her tongue out, the tip of it tracing into your mouth. You decided to take charge, the teasing too much for you to handle. You shoved your face into hers, locking lips with her hungrily.
She made noise of surprise, but there was no hesitation. She immediately molded her lips to yours, like they were made specifically for this. Your mouths shifted against each other, jaws moving up and down as Ruby’s fingers moved in and out.
The air blowing from your nose was hot and fast, your heart racing a marathon while she moaned against you. You squeezing around her fingers, your tongue pushing into hers, it was enough to make her come, just from the sheer beauty of how well it belonged.
This moment was woven by fate, made to happen by a higher being than you or her.
She curled her fingers up again, repeatedly pressing against that damn spot. You broke away from the kiss to cry out, not able to keep your noises in any longer.
Ruby’s other hand found the back of your head, pushing your lips back to hers with a growl. She hummed into you happily when you tugged her knees up, caging yourself in with her limbs.
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You didn’t know anything that felt better than this. You’d been satisfied with your usual routine of using your vibrator until you came, but after this? You weren’t sure it would be enough anymore.
“You close?” Ruby panted out, smiling at the nod of your head. “Yeah, I know you are. I can feel your pretty little pussy tightening up.” She rubbed your clit with her thumb.
“Do it.” She encouraged.
You tried to hold back. You really did. You didn’t want this moment to end. It was too much, your self control had circled down the drain the moment Ruby spread your legs.
You came with a low, long moan, nails digging into the plush of her thighs. She groaned with you, mouthing at the side of your neck while she worked you through it.
When you stilled, she stayed inside you, not wanting to lose the warmth of your walls just yet. You panted out loud breaths, mouth parted, the edges of your teeth just barely peeking through.
“That’s how you do it.” Ruby said, breaking the silence. She kissed your neck again but didn’t make any move to get away from you.
You turned your head to her, a loopy smirk on your face.
“Thought you said you squirted.” You reminded her, a soft chuckle growing in your chest.
Ruby smiled back, that mischievous flare running through her eyes again.
“Guess we’ll have to try again.” She moved back in, lips brushing against yours at the same time her fingers curled up again. This was what friends were for, after all.
