I Know What Else You Did Last Summer
Word Count: 893
Pairing: Sam x Ruby
Summary: Ruby had to temporarily abandon her female vessel. Sam soesn’t seem to mind.
Warnings: terribly written smut, bisexual Sam, oral sex (male receiving) , bad words, (i thinks that’s all)
A/N: Even though Ruby is in a male vessel I still refer to her with she/her pronouns.
Sam had definitely done this before. The way he was bobbing his head in time with his hand stroking what he couldn’t fit in his mouth and twisting on the upstroke. Taking more and more in, relaxing his throat, swallowing her down until the tip hit the back of his throat and holding her cock there. Swallowing around her length, letting the fluttering muscles of his throat send groans tumbling out of her mouth, tongue tracing over the pulsing vein.
Pulling back until only the tip was in between his swollen lips, flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves under the head, occasionally dipping his tongue into the slit. He shamelessly moaned around her length as he tasted the slightly bitter precome ooze out.
Honestly, Ruby wasn’t exactly sure how “the boy with the demon blood” had ended up on his knees in front of her, sucking cock like a pro, and looking up at her in a way that put porn stars to shame, but she was gonna complain. Maybe temporarily losing access to her favorite vessel had its perks.
“Fuck…,” the groan left her as she fisted a hand in his hair and yanked, only to groan louder from the vibrations of his responding moan.
Sam pulled off her cock with a wet pop as he paused to catch his breath. A trail of saliva bridged from his lower lip to her cock while his hand continued stroking the spit-slick shaft, his other hand moved to cup her sack, rolling the balls between his fingers, massaging them. Ruby’s hips bucked at the sensation and Sam couldn’t hide his smirk.
“Shut up,” Ruby mumbled; or at least tried to. Her words came out in a garbled mess of sounds as Sam licked up her length from root to tip.
How the hell had this man learned to suck dick so well? Acts of rebellion from his strict, pain in the ass father? Curiosity? Experimenting back in his fancy-schmancy college days? Either way, his mouth definitely knew it’s way around a cock.
“You wanna fuck my face? Come down my throat?” His lips placed feather light touches over her sensitive length as he spoke.
Ruby had to physically bite her lip to prevent herself from making any noise. Getting a reaction was what he wanted her to do. This wasn’t how their dynamic worked. He’d drink her blood and she’d vanish for a while. Let him get a bit strung out. She was always the one in charge of what happened. The whole blood thing was her plan after all. He was supposed to be the one that came crawling to her, begging for another fix. She wasn’t about to beg him for anything.
He chuckled at her lack of response, the feel of his warm breath against her cock made her fist her hand in his hair even harder. She saw his eyes briefly roll back, a tiny gasp sounding in his throat.
Huh, the demon thought to herself, he’s into hair pulling. She mentally cataloged that, as if trying to mark it as a weakness, something she could use against him in a situation like this. He was the one on his knees, yet he was running the show. That wasn’t how their “situations” usually went down. Christ, he still had her blood staining his teeth. He was not supposed to be the one in charge here.
Sam opened his mouth, slowly sliding down her cock, inch by inch. Screw this, she thought, using the hand in his hair to hold him in place as she roughly thrust forward, his throat gently relaxing as she continued fucking in and out of the wet, warm heat. His hands came up to rest on her still jean-clad thighs, fingernails digging in. He wasn’t stopping her, just grounding himself, she realized.
Looking back down at the hunter’s face, her gaze fell lower as she saw him palming himself through his own jeans. For fuck’s sake. He’s getting off on this.
Her hips started to falter as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. She pushed his head more, thrusting harder, abusing his throat as she felt the coil in her abdomen tighten even further.
Sam’s eyes met hers, pupils blown wide with lust as he hallowed his cheeks, and that was it.
Her hand forced his head to stay in place, with her cock as deep as it could go while ropes of white spilled down his throat. He moaned as he greedily swallowed every last drop, while Ruby’s head thunked back against the wall she was leaning against, panting.
When she looked back down the demon watched as a dark spot spread across the hunters jeans. She couldn’t help but smirk to herself as she realized that “the future boyking of hell” had just come in his pants like a teenager, just from sucking her off.
Later, when they were lying in bed, after Ruby had finally been able to get back into her preferred small, brunette vessel, she could have sworn she heard him mutter something under his breath. Something about not being a demon’s bitch. That meant nothing to her. She assumed it had something to do with that asshole brother of his.
She smiled. If only Dean knew all of what his little brother was doing behind his back.