MINORS DNI 18+
Sam Winchester x Demon!User
(beginning is literally just the Sam and ruby sex scene except its demon user instead of ruby)
(user is not good, they are manipulating Sam)
(fem!reader)
(smut)
“Don't give me any of that time heals everything crap.” Sam hisses
“And what the hell would you know anyway? You're a demon”
“I know because I was a human too once, remember?” you shoot back “And I remember what it feels like to lose people.”
Sam hadn't been the same since Dean went to hell. His big brother was gone. It was supposed to be him and Dean against the world and now he was alone. Left with nothing but the memory of Dean being ripped apart by those hellhounds. At first, he had been a complete mess, drinking himself silly at every chance he got. Sleeping with a different girl, whose name he couldn't even bother to remember, every night. He fell into one long self-destructive spiral until you showed up. They thought you had died during the big showdown with Lillith yet here you were, in a new vessel. You helped Sam get himself back together, helped him find a new purpose, saving people still. Dean would have been furious if he had been here to see what Sam had been doing. The monster he had become, but Dean wasn't here, and Sam didn't care. As far as he was concerned he was helping more people than he ever had with Dean.
But now he was having second thoughts.
You sighed and took a step towards Sam, placing your hand on his shoulder gently.
“I'm sorry”
Sam shrugs your hand off of his shoulder. “I just-” he starts his voice raw with emotion “I can't do it anymore”
“Sam you're not alone” You step closer again, close enough that you can feel the soft heat of Sam's breath on your face. The tension between you is palpable. Then you lean forward, smashing your lips against his roughly. For a moment, Sam leans into the kiss before he pulls away.
“What are you doing” he objects, walking away from her and towards the armchair at the other side of the room. He sits down, placing his head in his hands as he lets out a deep sigh.
“Sam it's okay,” you start to plead
“No” He interjects harshly “that is anything but okay,”
“What's wrong?” You ask sounding genuinely confused.
“What's wrong?!” he scoffs in disbelief, looking back up at you “Where do I start?”
“Is it because of the body?” You follow him to where he is sat down. “Because I told you, it's all me inside here.”
You kneel in front of him, your hands resting on his thighs.
“There is no one else in here.”
“And it's nice inside this body.” you whisper, your forehead pressed against his. You take his hand, pressing it against your waist.
“What are you doing?” he murmurs. His mind is telling him this is wrong. You’re a demon, he's a human. This shouldn't be happening. But every part of his body craves it.
“Is it really because you're scared to go there with a demon?”
You guide his hand underneath her shirt. Making him feel the soft flesh of your vessel, despite his resistance.
“Because it's wrong? And it's bad? And we shouldn't?”
Sam gives in, grabbing the sides of your face as he pulls you into a harsh kiss.
His hands move to cup underneath your legs, lifting you up onto his lap so you can straddle him. He grabs your shirt, roughly pulling it over your head. Breaking the heated kiss he starts biting gently along your jawline, making his way down your neck until he reaches your still covered breasts. He reaches behind you unclipping your laced bra and quickly yanking it off before lowering his head down again, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. You throw your head back as he does so, your mouth hanging open at the wave of pleasure it sends through your body.
You lift your hips up, unzipping your pants and pulling them down along with your panties, tossing them to the floor without a second thought. Sam lets out a growl before standing up, lifting you with him as you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to the bed in the corner of the room, throwing you down onto it, staring down at her lustfully as he strips himself of his own clothes until he's left in nothing but his boxers.
He climbs onto the bed kneeling at the end towering over you as he pulls his boxers down letting his long, hard erection spring free. He crawls over the top of you, one of his hands reaching down to cup your sex.
“Fuck, your already so wet,” he groans “such a slut;”
“Just fuck me already.” You whine impatiently, trying to buck your hips up into the friction but his other hand presses against your abdomen. Pinning you to the bed.
“So impatient.” He mutters, before stuffing two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a gasp.
Sam's mouth finds its way back to your tits “gotta warm you up first, wouldn't wanna damage that slutty little demon cunt of yours.”
Sam's thumb starts rubbing harshly at your clit as he fingers you, causing you to let out a long drawn out moan. But just as you start to reach your climax he pulls his hand away, instead aligning his cock with your entrance.
Slowly he starts to push his cockhead into you. You throw your head back, your nails digging into the skin of his bare back as you whimper at the feeling of slowly being filled.
He wastes no time once he's balls deep in you, slowly pulling out before slamming back into you, setting a brutal pace.
“Sam.” You moan as he pounds into you, his pace never faltering as his thick length hits your cervix with every thrust “fuck.”
“Shut up.” Sam grunts, his lips reconnecting with yours in an attempt to shut you up as his hips snapped into you relentlessly. He was still pissed off, that much was evident, especially with the way he was rutting into you like a bitch in heat.
Sam can feel you beginning to reach your climax as your tight walls clench around him. He lets out a groan at the feeling of your pussy gripping him like a vice. His hand snakes its way in between your bodies, finding your clit as he begins to rub at it harshly.
“You gonna come all over my cock like the whore you are?” sam huffs as you get closer and closer to release.
“Yes” you cry out as you finally reach your peak, your body writhing as it explodes with pleasure. Sam follows soon after, his rhythm faltering until he stills inside of you as he paints your walls with his seed. He collapses on top of you, panting before pulling out and rolling over next to you on the bed. You both stay like that for a moment, sweaty and out of breath. After a few seconds Sam gets up without sparing you a second glance as he disappears into the bathroom, immediately reappearing with a hand towel which he tosses onto the bed to you before heading back to the bathroom to clean himself up, leaving you to recover and sort yourself out.