#ruby x innocent!reader

After your eventful night with Ruby, the dynamic between the three of you shifted. The shift was slow, but noticeable.

Ruby started to become more physically affectionate with you, and almost teasingly so, when it was in front of Sam. At first he looked away, the muscle in his jaw twitching when she kissed you all slow and sultry. But sometimes you would catch Sam looking on and you could have sworn a tent would raise in the front of his jeans. And you would catch the way Ruby would look at you after like she knew it.

She always knew. Always

The slight upturn to her full lips, the glint in the darkness of her eyes as they darted from your face over to Sam’s. He would glower at her, but in the next minute they’d be making up like nothing had occurred in the first place. The tension had always been there, some unspoken disagreement. From what you could tell, that disagreement surrounded you

You had spent enough time around overworked college students, you being one of them, to notice the signs of addiction. Adderall, weed, alcohol, the occasional coke user. They would get jittery, twitchy, irritable. Your classmates around you presented enough of the symptoms that you could have written your senior thesis on it were you a social psych major. The whole concept of it never really appealed to you, though you consumed enough caffeine in order to counterbalance the effect of too much homework in too little time to be considered an addiction.

The point was, you could acknowledge the symptoms. And you could see them in Sam. The shakiness of his large hands as he typed away at his computer, the hyperness like a kid who had eaten too much Halloween candy. But most of all the irritability, his growing tendency to snap at you over little things. Then it would all disappear, and he would be back to his normal self, kissing the side of your head before he and Ruby went out to follow up on their lead. And like the ebb and flow of the addiction cycle, he would be back on his bullshit within the week. Sometimes Ruby would placate his frustration, a hand on his arm and featherlight kiss to his jaw, words too low for you to discern were whispered into his ear. 

You felt left out in those moments, hurt that some woman—demon—could hold his ear so tightly when you had known him for nearly 4 years. He didn’t owe you anything, you knew that. You weren’t his mother, his sister, or his girlfriend. But you were his friend, his best friend, and in your mind that gave you some level over her. However, having felt the ‘Ruby Effect’ on multiple occasions, you gave Sam some slack regardless of if he deserved it or not. 

There was no clue, no inkling you had to what, exactly, Sam’s fix of choice was. He didn’t stink of weed or alcohol, he definitely was not the type to do hard drugs, and you had never seen Sam Winchester, the boy genius, take Adderall or any other ADHD medication. He could focus just fine without the stimulant; You had a sneaking suspicion hunting was his stimulant. As far as what got his boxers in a twist, you were completely in the dark, which was a place you hated to be in. 

You weren’t a therapist. You had no idea how to approach the issue, but you were concerned for your friend. Ruby didn’t seem to make the problems any better either. If anything, she seemed to feed the addiction. Her careful smile, her reverent hands and honeyed words. Every time you gathered the courage to say something, anything, one or both of them gave you that too-soft look that had you forgetting any and all of your worries. 

It’s true what they say. When the good times are good, they are very good. It overshadows all the little doubts and insecurities. So despite the shift from mutual friendship became something other, you were too blissed out most of the time and caught up in the cases they placed on you. 

You couldn’t be concerned into what happened behind the loosely closed doors when you were in the bathroom or the conversations that stopped abruptly after coming in from a coffee run when your nose was practically being shoved into the computer or into the lore books. You tried to pretend it wasn’t intentional. 

Maybe it wasn’t, but you liked to think you had enough agency to recognize when you were being misdirected away from something. Something important. But every time you got close, something came in and broke the focus. 

You’d find out soon enough, though. 

Laying on the lumpy and uncomfortable mattress, you had been flipping through a comic book you picked up in the last city you guys stopped in when the two of them came trudging through the door looking worse for wear. Both covered in blood, a combination of their own and whatever thing they had killed. Sam had a few minor knicks but nothing major, and Ruby as usual was unscathed.

Ruby had greeted you first, leaning over the side of the bed to cup your face with a blood-encrusted hand tipping your head upwards. She hadn’t had blood on her lips that you saw, but you still tasted the coppery tang on her tongue as she opened your mouth with her own. The kiss knocked you breathless, her affection being wholly unexpected. 

From the other end of the room, you heard Sam clear his throat before the thump of him slumping down into one of the chairs at the table. Ruby pulled away first, smiling as she carded her nails through your hair. 

“You wanna patch Sam up while I shower, pretty girl?” She crooned, fingers tangling in your hair. 

You closed the comic book, setting it to the side. “Yeah. I’ll grab the med kit.” 

She nodded her approval, moving like an apparition as she disappeared into the bathroom. The med kit was set up on the table before Sam could even get his sliced and bloody shirt over his head.

“Bad, huh?” You asked, grabbing a thick stack of gauze and the bottle of rubbing alcohol. 

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.” He responded as you shifted closer. 

Pulling your seat up as close as you could, your legs tangled with his. Dousing the gauze square in the strong smelling liquid you tried not to dwell on how very shirtless he was. Sure, you had seen him shirtless plenty of times before, both when you both lived normal civilian lives and while hunting. But after everything had seemed to shift, to change, it hung heavy. The way he always held eye contact felt charged now, especially as you leaned in to swipe the alcohol soaked cotton square around the raised and puckered slices in his skin. Whatever got its claws in him had left behind small cuts along his chest and shoulders, but thankfully they were all very shallow, but not much was to be said about the cuts themselves.

“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.” You muttered, brows furrowing in concentration. “These edges are jagged as hell. I’d be a bitch to sew back together.”

Sam hissed through clenched jaw. “Don’t feel that lucky right now, baby.” 

Your movements faltered as he spoke. He never called you by a pet name. It was your name or a derivative nickname. But after the momentary pause, you continued onward, swiping the dried and crusted blood from his skin. Though, your heart kept stuttering, the strained way he called you ‘baby’ playing on a loop. 

Sighing, you tossed the now ruddish red stained gauze pad into the plastic grocery bag and doused another one. “You’re alive. That’s lucky enough on its own.”

“‘Course I am.” You felt and saw him shift under your touch, putting two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to his. “Couldn’t leave you all alone, now could I?”

Jesus. It really did smack you across the face sometimes that gone was the awkward, shaggy haired boy you went to undergrad with. Between the velvet-rich of his voice and the hard planes of his muscles, it was a man who you were cleaning blood off of, taking that boys place. 

For an instant, the world around you froze in place, everything falling into the background as Sam leaned in. He moved slow and calculated, and you dared not move. The soft lines of his face still existed there, drawing your eye as his drifted from your eyes down to your lips. 

You couldn’t breathe, chest tight and hands trembling. No longer sure of anything, you didn’t move a hair. Even if you really wanted to, you didn’t think you were capable of it anyway. Nor would you really even want to. 

But like shooting a witch, the spell was broken as the pipes rattled, signalling Ruby getting into the shower. And just like that, the moment had passed. Sam leaned back, running a hand through his hair. There was a wild in his eyes when he blinked back at you. An edge that bordered on unhinged. It was the same look your classmates used to have when they needed a fix, but darker with something you couldn’t quite place. 

“I can finish up here. Why don’t you run and grab us some food?” Your heart dropped, so did your hand with the gauze from his chest. “I think we were talking about chinese”

Tugging the inside of your lip between your teeth, you retreated from his space, breaking your line of sight from that heated gaze. Moving the gauze, alcohol and bandages within his reach, you stood. You turned to walk away, to grab your shoes and your coat, but his hand on your wrist stopped you. 

“Sam.”  You breathed, turning to face him. 

You watched transfixed as he cradled your wrist, bringing your hand up to his mouth. Swallowing hard as his lips, soft and warm, brushed a kiss to the back of your hand across your knuckles. It was the barest hint of skin on skin, but it still had your breath catching in your throat. 

But then, in true Sam Winchester, puppy dog given human form, fashion, he let your wrist fall softly back to your side with a gentle look. 

“Be safe.” He said, like he hadn’t just made your heart stall in your chest. 

You turned away, face on fire, to grab your coat and shoes. As you laced up your shoes and slung your coat over your shoulders, it became a task of convincing yourself you were simply fulfilling his request, and not retreating from the weight behind his actions. 

Taking your sweet time, you walked down to the restaurant. You didn’t leave the motel very often, a long ago decision being made that you were better suited to stay at the room and run interference for law enforcement or do lore research. But on the rare occasions you did, like this one, it was nice to get out of the room and into the fresh air—connect with society beyond the librarians and the clerks at the front desk of whatever motel you were staying at. 

The dinner rush was just ending as you placed your order, but despite that it didn’t take long for the woman to bring your food, piled into a paper bag, back up to the front.

On an autopilot fueled by the aroma of chinese food, you didn’t register that you were back at the door to the room until you had to pull your key from your pocket. It was the only one on the ring, and it slid into the lock effortlessly. 

Nothing could have prepared you for what you saw when you opened the door. Sure, you knew that Sam and Ruby were intimate. You heard enough of it when they thought you were asleep. But seeing it was another thing, and this was definitely another scenario all together. 

You felt your lips part, jaw going slightly slack as you took in the sight before you. Ruby sat perched on Sam’s lap in nothing but a towel, head fallen back in bliss as Sam bowed his head where his mouth was wrapped around the inside of Ruby’s wrist. 

Catching the bag of food before it could slip from your surprised-losened grip, you stuttered. “S-sorry. I-I, uh, I can just leave this here and—uh, go wait in the car. Um, sorry.”

You set the food bag down on the table beside the door and was halfway back out of the room, your face burning and heart pounding, among other parts of you, when Ruby called out after you.

“It’s alright, baby.” Her voice was thick and slightly slurred. “C’mere.”

Turning, you considered her offer. 

Then Sam cut in, voice harsh. “Ruby! No.”

You saw it then, the red around his mouth, the cut along Ruby’s forearm. No idea why, the background as to why Sam had gone full Cullen, but it clicked in your brain. His drug of choice.

She leveled a sultry look at him, cocking her head to the side as she brushed her other hand over his face, pushing his floppy bangs to the side, his head following. 

“C’mon, Sam. About time she got the full experience.” Her thumb dragged across his lips, the blood smearing across his cheek and the broad sweep of his jaw. 

“No.” He groaned, though with less conviction than the first time. “She’s not ready.”

“Sam.” Ruby said almost in a whine. “Please? And shouldn’t she decide for herself?”

You felt yourself shrink by a couple inches when they both looked over at you. Two pairs of dark eyes fixated on you, both pleading and wanting. Sam with his puppy dog eyes you could never say no to, and Ruby who looked less innocent but just as desperate to have you again; a small stirring swirled in your belly and you swallowed hard, stepping fully back into the room and shut the door behind you.

How you ended up on the bed was a blur. 

One second you were standing by the door, the next you were here, back flush to the bed with Sam’s lips on yours, large body covering your own, and Ruby to the left side of you, her mouth busied on your neck.

Sam was everything you had dreamed of and more. His mouth hot and warm, tongue sweeping across the seam of your lips to request access, which, naturally, you gave him. Your thighs were kept parted by his trim waist, your legs wrapping lazily around the backs of his thighs. He was soft but intense—desperate—just like how you imagined he would be. The taste of copper still clung to his mouth in faint traces and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not. 

You had lost your coat somewhere along the way, and you vaguely remembered Sam tugging your boots off before crawling up your body to capture your mouth. Ruby’s hand was teasing under the thin hem of your tanktop, and you could feel your nipples start to harden, poking through the thin material. 

She sucked and kissed and licked at your neck, your shoulder, and you knew you’d be marked to Hell come morning. You didn’t care. Not one bit. Not with the way with each mark, each kiss, each brush of her tongue against your racing pulse you found yourself becoming wetter beneath your jeans and panties. 

One of your hands had tangled in Sam’s shaggy hair, the other Ruby had guided to her own body. The angle was too awkward to really do much with, but still you ran your palm over her stomach, her side and around to her ass. She was breathing unevenly against your skin, so you figured you must be doing something right. 

Between the sounds she was making and Sam kissing you like he could crawl inside your mouth and curl up inside, your hips around against him seeking any kind of friction, and boy did you get some. A thick bulge lay against the spot between your hip and thigh. You could have guessed he was big from the few glances you caught, but feeling it against your body was a whole other thing. 

“Sure you wanna do this?” Sam grunted as he pulled away to kneel between your legs. 

Immediately you missed his warmth overtop you, the plush of his lips on yours. But as his hands ghosted across the space where your jeans met your hips, you found you could live with it. 

“Are you?” You countered, watching the exchange of glances between him and Ruby.

His thick fingers slipped the tiniest bit under the waistband, running them back and forth. There was something in the way he looked at you, like you laying there with Ruby nuzzled into your neck, made everything complete. You could say exactly when the last bit of resolve faded, and he gave into Ruby’s scheme.

“I am if you are.” He bent in on himself to press a kiss to the skin of your belly that had been exposed from Ruby gradually easing your tank up to rest under your breasts. “Take care ‘a you if you are.”

You nodded once. “Then fuck me like you mean it, Sammy.”

From against your neck, you could feel Ruby smile into you. “That’s our smart girl.”

As Sam got your jeans down your legs, Ruby helped you sit up, pulling the material of your tank top up and over your head. 

“So pretty.” She murmured, easing you back against the pillows. 

She leaned down, the warmth of her breath ghosting over your breast seconds before she groped at it, her mouth closing over your nipple. A ragged moan tore from your lungs, back arching your chest into her mouth. 

You did your best to help Sam shimmy your jeans over your ass, tugging them down your thighs. Your underwear followed closely behind, the elastic giving easier around your curves than the denim. Even naked, the damp cold that had permeated into the room couldn’t touch your feverish body now. 

You cracked your eye open to watch as Sam pull his shirt over his head with a smooth movement. As he tossed it to the side, presumably where your clothes were now, he caught you staring. The grin he shot you was shy, but even through the blush across his tan skin a bit of cock-sureness glowed through. He was hot, and he damn well knew it. 

His jeans are quick work under his swift fingers, falling to the floor too, the worn-out elastic of his boxer-shorts hanging low on his hips. With just that material left, there is basically nothing to hide his erection tenting the material.

It wasn’t like you could forget just how massive he was. He stood at 6’4 and was all muscle, you were sure anyone short of a giant would feel tiny next to him. But when his hand wrapped around your calf, it really hit you just how big the difference really was.

Ruby had deposited you as far up the bed as she could and to the right side, the top of your head inches from the headboard, but Sam still laid awkwardly half-on-half-off the bed. But he didn’t seem to mind as he brought his head between your thighs. His hot tongue licked a stripe along your inner thigh, and you felt your mind fracture. He traced that line upwards, over the crease of your thigh to where you wanted him most. 

Another shocked moan slipped between your parted lips as he dragged another hot line with his tongue over your pussy. Hand shooting to his hair, your hips bucked up. The dark chuckle against your core that followed sent vibrations directly onto your clit. Between Ruby at your chest and him between your legs, part of you wondered if you had died on your way back to the motel from the chinese restaurant and you were in heaven. 

“He makin’ you feel good, pretty girl?” Ruby crooned, pulling off your chest with a wet pop. 

“Y-yeah.” You moaned, a sound that was shortly muffled as her lips. 

It was like they were one person, one mind, as Ruby licked into your mouth in the same second that Sam sucked your clit into his mouth. Every pleasurable nerve was on fire, and that subtle stirring had roared to life low in your belly. 

“God, Ruby, she’s so soaked right now.”

Ruby had eaten you out harshly, lips and teeth and tongue moving against you with precision. Her goal was to make you cum, to get you to be hers. 

Sam couldn’t have been any more different.

He was sloppy and messy. He shoved his entire face into your pussy, slicking you up with his tongue and lips. You were sure whenever he would pull off of you, that his entire chin would be covered in a mix of your slick and his spit. But for right now, he stayed planted down there, making out with your clit. 

It wasn’t long before that coil in your belly started to tighten. You tried to warn him, but Ruby had your mouth captive with her own. With the way Sam wrapped an arm around your hips, you figured he got the memo, whether it be from the ragged and uneven breaths or the way you squirmed harder under his mouth or the way your clit throbbed against his tongue. However he knew, he was ready when your body seized as the first orgasm hit you like lightning. 

You still weren’t used to the way it felt, like a shockwave through your core. The ragged moans that came with it didn’t even sound human, but you were too blissed out to even care. Sam worked you through your orgasm, licking and sucking, each kiss across your clit adding the smallest amount of suction against your pulsating clit. 

Ruby broke the kiss first, leaning back. Somehow you managed to open your eyes, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Sure enough, as Sam sat up from between your legs, you could see in the soft lamplight, the glistening of your arousal and his saliva coating his mouth and chin. 

You took the time to pull air back into your lungs as they both climbed off the bed. Pussy throbbing, you watched as Ruby approached Sam who still stood at the end of the bed. He moved fast, leaning down to kiss her deeply. There was no doubt she could taste you on his lips, his tongue. That thought had another flood of arousal pooling low in your belly. 

As erotic as that visual was, it was topped by how Ruby turned her attention to you. She climbed onto the bed, crawling up to take Sam’s place. Your thighs rested solidly over her shoulders, muscled arm wrapping around your hip to lay flat on your lower belly. As Ruby refamiliarizes herself with your thighs, fingers tracing lines that her lips follow, Sam comes up to your side. Recognition of what is to come flashes across your mind but it doesn’t truly register until he is moving to kneel beside your head. 

Saliva floods your mouth as he tugs the material down his thick thighs. The proud length of his cock springs free and you blink. 

“There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.” You say, causing them both to chuckle.

“We’ll make sure you’re ready, baby.” Ruby says all soft and assured as she kisses between your legs that spot right above your clit. 

Sam reaches out, brushing your hair back from your face. “I know you can do it, baby. We’ll start slow. Won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

Reluctantly, you nod. 

What he says is true. He’s never hurt you, not intentionally anyway. With how wet you are already, and how Ruby is eyeing your pussy like a four-course meal, something in the back of your mind tells you you’ll be more than ready to take him when the time comes. 

“Good girl.” Sam praises, his words having their desired effect on your nervous system. 

Ruby begins first. The difference is palpable, but no less pleasurable. Her tongue moves in swift and sure strokes against your sensitive clit. Your mouth falls open again in a silent moan. From your immediate right, Sam takes his thick cock in his fist, stroking it a few times before he shuffles closer to your head. 

Again, the thought of how the fuck it is gonna fit inside your pussy let alone your mouth, but still you lean in to close the gap. You have no idea how to suck cock, let alone how to suck Sam’s cock. 

Deciding to start easy, you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock. The groan that follows feeds your confidence and you do it again with more pressure this time as you drag it up the length of him. One of your hands tangles in Ruby’s hair as she continues to suck at your clit, the other you quickly spit into, giving his cock an experimental stroke before wrapping it around the base.

“Harder, sweet girl.” He grunts. “Don’t be shy with me.”

You do as he requests, earning yourself a strained moan. Gripping him tighter, you stroke him again, further spreading your spit along his shaft before you close your lips around the head of him. The strangled sound that comes from him almost makes you stop, but the shallow thrust forward leads you to believe that it’s a good thing. A large hand reaches out to thread through your hair, slowly guiding you up and down his cock. 

Body shuddering, a moan travels from your tongue to his cock as you feel Ruby slid two fingers through the slickness of your pussy before pushing them inside. You roll your hips against her mouth, against the feeling of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. Sam keeps your head moving in shallow bobs, the weight of his cock laying against your tongue as he slides himself further into your mouth until he brushes against the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag and immediately he retreats. 

“Sorry, baby.” He apologizes, leaving only the head of him on your tongue. 

You hum, indicating that it is okay for him to move again. Diligently, he starts again and this time you slide your hand along his cock for whatever length doesn’t fit in your mouth. The spit in your mouth grows viscous, some of it escaping out the side of your mouth as you moan around him. Ruby knows every single button to push to have you a keening and moaning mess under her ministrations. Her fingers slide in and out of you easily, so much so you feel the stretch of a third being added alongside the others. 

You feel so full, but as your jaw begins to ache around Sam’s cock, you know that it’s gonna be nothing compared to what’s next. Ruby’s other hand smooths over your lower belly, adding a little pressure so you can really feel the way her fingers work in and out of you, curling up to brush against the sensitive spot. 

Overwhelming, is the word you’d use to explain the onslaught of pleasure coming from every part of you. Sam’s moans above you are hotter than Hell, even more so is his desperate restraint to the point you can feel him shaking, and Ruby’s dexterously sinful fingers and tongue having you barreling towards another climax. It causes your chest to tighten, your thighs closing further around her head. Closer and closer she pushes you to that edge, easier than the first time due to how sensitive the first orgasm made you. 

Before you can register everything, another blinding orgasm rocks through you. You moan loudly onto Sam’s cock, your body going rigid against the bed as Ruby works her fingers in and out of you keeping the sensations rolling through you in great waves. 

You are shaking by the time Sam pulls his cock from your mouth and Ruby pulls her fingers from your pussy. So much. So many feelings coexist in your body right now. But clearly they aren’t done with you, not as they switch positions again. This time, Ruby stops before getting on the bed. Still blissed out, you are confused as to what’s happening until she leans down into a pile of her discarded clothes from earlier and pulls a switchblade from them. Panic sweeps through your chest as you watch, but nothing comes from your lips. Nothing comes to your brain.

“A deal is a deal.” She said to Sam. 

As if sensing your fear, she turns to you. “This isn’t for you sweet girl. Remember, we aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You swallow thickly, but say nothing. Some part of you believes her, but still a cold edge slithers up your spine as she brings the knife up. The cut on her arm, which has long since stopped bleeding and is little more than a scratch now, the blood on Sam’s lips. It all makes more sense now. 

“Okay.” You breathe, little more than a whisper. 

“Good girl.” She coos as she climbs onto the bed next to you. 

Sam is back kneeling between your thighs like a sinner at the altar, big hands spanning across your thighs. 

As Ruby brings the knife to her wrist you want to look away. You try to, but it’s a futile attempt. Enraptured, you watch as the gleam of silver slices slowly across the inside of her lower arm. Crimson pools up in fat beads, but yet Sam doesn’t move. He kneels there transfixed, watching the blood well up. It isn’t until it’s dripping down her arm and onto your stomach does he break out of whatever trance he was under. A good bit of it coats your belly, settling in the dips. It’s warm and wet and you’re caught between panic and arousal. 

You watch on as Sam grips onto her arm, bringing it to his mouth. He licks the trail of blood from where it dripped down her arm to where the cut is, wrapping his lips around it. Ruby’s head falls back and she closes the blade, tossing it back to where she grabbed it from. A soft moan sounds from her lips as Sam licks the blood from the wound. 

Once the bleeding has stopped, the wound already starting to stitch itself closed, he pulls away. His eyes are darker than you have ever seen them, and you think you begin to understand a little more. 

A gasp parts your lips as Sam dips low, tongue trailing along your belly. He laps at the blood coating your stomach, smearing red along your skin as it saturates his tongue. It doesn’t take long for him to clean you of her blood, only streaks of red left along your stomach.

“Almost there, pretty girl.” Ruby says to you as she moves to kneel above your face. “Ready for the grand finale?”

“Yes.” You nod, and you know you have fallen under the same spell as Sam, but you can’t be bothered to care, not as Ruby lowers herself down onto your face. 

She is already soaking by the time your tongue makes contact with her pussy. Your inexperience didn’t stop at sucking dick, it also extended to eating pussy, so you tried your best to recreate what she and Sam did for you. You started with open mouthed kisses along her clit. Reaching up, you curled your hands around her thighs, the tips of your fingers digging into the plush and muscle. 

Your entire body jolted as you felt Sam guide the blunt head of his cock through your soaked pussy. Then, it caught on your entrance and your breath was knocked from your lungs. You tried to keep your movements on Ruby’s pussy consistent, but the stretch and pressure of Sam slowly pushing himself inside you gave you pause. 

“Go easy, Sam. Don’t wanna break our sweet girl.” Ruby moans from above you.

“Tryin’” He groaned, pulling his cock out just to slide it back in again and sending himself in deeper a few inches. “So tight, baby.”

Ruby, evidently impatient at your halting, started to grind down on your mouth. The movement shocks you back into yourself as you work with her movements. Finally, Sam hit the wall where he couldn’t go any deeper, and you had never felt so full in your life, his length splitting you open right down the center. And when he started to move, it was a conscious effort to keep licking and kissing at Ruby’s core. 

He started slow, keeping them long and even. Sam’s choked sounds met your ears even through Ruby’s thighs bracketing your ears. Hers harmonized with his, desperate and full as she ground her hips on your face. 

You felt her lean forward, the angle of which she sat changing as she did. Then you felt her fingers against your clit, working in circles as Sam fucked into you. So so so much. You felt yourself tighten around Sam’s cock. Clearly he did too from the way his hand shot to your hip, your name falling from his lips roughly. He sounded wrecked, and you sure you did too against Ruby’s core. 

Her hips started to shudder around your shoulders, and you clung to her. When her climax spread through your body, she tensed above you, a loud moan echoing through the room. You weren’t sure you heard a prettier sound. 

She stayed bent over your body, her pussy no longer pressed to your face. You could feel her arousal coat your mouth and chin and you licked your lips, wiping whatever was left with your hand. Then her mouth closed around your clit and you cried out, gripping back onto her thighs.

“Don’t know how much longer I can last, pretty girl.” Sam panted. “Fuck, she’s so tight, Ruby. Feels so good.”

Ruby moaned against your pussy and you felt your walls start to clamp down around his cock. Between their joined efforts, you felt that coil tightening rapidly and then it snapped. Darkness clouded your vision as your back arched clear off the bed. You moaned incoherently, it could have been her name, his, a mix of both. 

You didn’t know. 

You didn’t care. 

Not as Sam thrust into you a little harder, the tempo becoming erratic as he chased his own high. Ruby slid off of you, laying directly beside you, her hand running up and down your thigh. Pink tinged her cheeks in a postcoital glow, both of you watching as Sam fucked into you. His breaths were punctuated with moans, each one growing more and more desperate until he pulled out of you completely.

Then Ruby was there, her mouth instantly around his cock, taking him deep into her mouth. You marveled, as Sam gripped her hair hard enough to make your own head hurt as he came. It was a wrecked sound, one you wanted to hear again. His hips stuttered into her mouth until you could see his balls stop throbbing. She pulled off his cock, licking whatever spilled from the sides of her mouth. 

Then Ruby was curled against one side of you, then Sam laid out on the other side and you were so warm. Complete. Sam pressed a kiss to your temple, Ruby pressed one to your shoulder.

“So good, baby.” She crooned.

“Holy…shit.” You panted, and Sam laughed.

“Just you wait , baby.” He pressed another kiss to your hairline. “This is just the beginning for us.”

And this time, you listened. 

You were having a dream. A really good dream.

It had been a long night of lore research by the time you, Sam, and Ruby finally turned in. The bed in the motel wasn’t huge, especially when taking into consideration Sam’s massive frame; even with him curled up around you, you were sure his feet were almost dangling off the edge. With him at your back and you half-draped over Ruby, it hadn’t taken long for you to fall into a slumber.

Hands on your thighs. Lips and a tongue around your nipple. Your arousal coating the inside of your legs as a mouth attaches itself to your pussy. Back arching into the heat, a moan falls from your lips. As you look down between your thighs, the face there shifts, flickering between Ruby and Sam like your dream conscious can’t decide who you want to be there more. 

This isn’t the first time you’ve had a dream like this. It happened more and more as the three of you fell into a rhythm. After your first experience with Sam and Ruby, there had been no big talk, no explanation or plans made for how this dynamic was gonna work. 

As it turns out, there didn’t really need to be. Nothing really changed, aside from the fact that you were now being fucked by both your best friend and his girlfriend regularly. 

But this didn’t feel like just a dream though, the longer the arousal built low in your belly. It became more and more intense as sleep slowly started to fall awake, your consciousness coming back into your body to realize that there was someone between your legs, a large hand plastered to your hips to keep you in place.

“Sam!” You gasped, blinking sleepily.

He peeked up, dark eyes meeting yours in the night-filled room. “Shh, baby. Gotta be quiet.”

Your brows furrowed, still hazy. From beneath half-lidded eyes, Sam silently nodded beside you. Head lolling to the side, you looked over to see Ruby seemingly still fast asleep. Her plump lips were slightly parted in a way that made you wanna reach out and trace your thumb across them. 

Dragging your gaze away from her, you nodded to Sam for him to continue. Almost instantaneously, his mouth was back between your trembling thighs and you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning his name again. 

With every pattern drawn on your clit you could feel arousal flooding your veins like fire, your body temp rising until the soft linen t-shirt you’d worn to bed became stifling. Somewhere along the way of Sam finding a home between your legs, he’d removed the boxers that had covered your lower half.

They were probably discarded on the motel room floor by now, not that you really cared in this instance. 

There was nothing teasing in the way his mouth moved over you. It was sloppy and unabashed, eating you out like he was starving and it never stopped feeling good. The tops of your thighs shook around his head, your heels digging into his back. 

Sam’s teeth grazed your clit, causing your hips to buck upwards in shock, a silent plea for him to do it again. Your breaths turned into quiet, shallow panting the further and further his motions pushed you to the brink of that high. 

Tongue dragging over your core, Sam turned up the heat as you felt the tip of one of his thick fingers prod at your entrance, coating the digit in your slick before pressing into you slowly.

A coppery tang hit your tongue before you realized you had bitten your lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to muffle the desperate whines Sam and his sinful tongue were pulling from you. 

To your credit, you were keeping quiet, but Sam wasn’t making it easy, not as his fingers found their rhythm, curling up towards your belly. You rocked your hips into his hands, chasing the sensation of his mouth.

Prying your eyes open from where they’d been squeezed shut, you peered down at Sam once more. His shaggy brown hair fell in front of his face, one corded forearm bracketed across your hips to sink his fingers into the plush of your thigh. 

As if sensing your attention on him, his eyes flicked up to yours, locking on under lowered brows and the look he gave you damn near made you lose it then and there. Heat swirled in the dark gaze that stared back—pupils blown so wide with lust that the brown of his irises were nearly fully eclipsed—the boyish cocksure confidence that told you he knew just what he was doing to you. 

His eyes never strayed from yours, a silent command that you weren’t to look away either, as his fingers sped up their rhythm incrementally until that tightness in your spine snapped. 

If it hadn’t been for Sam’s arm across your hips, your entire lower half would have been clear off the bed. The entirety of your body shuddered as you violently fought the urge to cry out in pleasure. It was white-hot, searing through you to make you melt into the mattresses a puddle of post orgasmic bliss.

Sam’s damp mouth pressed against the inside of your thigh as he slowly slipped his fingers from inside you, leaving you with that empty feeling. Soft slurping had your eyes refocusing on the man below you to see Sam licking your arousal from his fingers.

A low groan slipped from between your lips before you could stop it. You dropped your head back onto the pillow, eyes fixated on the ceiling above.

“Mind if I tag in?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Ruby’s husky voice came from beside you. A gasp born of shock this time slipped from you as your head snapped to the side to see that, sure enough, Ruby was awake and peering at your half-naked form and Sam still tucked between your legs. 

“Uh,” you side-glanced at Sam, your cheeks burning. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

Below you, Sam slipped your legs off of his shoulders, laying them gently back on the bed, but his hands didn’t stray from them, the tips of his fingers still denting the softness.

“Don’t be sorry, pretty girl.” Ruby reached out, dragging her thumb across the small split where your teeth had dug into the flesh too harshly. “Shoulda woken me up.”

That dark gaze of hers had turned to Sam on that last part like she knew he had been the one to instigate it. 

Sam shrugged, crawling up the bed, flopped onto his back between you and Ruby. It was a comfortable fit, but you were mere inches from falling onto the floor. 

“Wanted some one on one time with her. Plus, I figured you needed the sleep given…you know.” 

Sam had been the most reluctant one of the three of you to start this dynamic, which you were sure was mostly due to his deep-rooted instinct to protect you and knowing Ruby with her lack of care with her favorite toys.

His reasoning made sense, and you could tell by the subtle changes you’d come to learn on Ruby’s face, she found the logic in it too.  

You’d seen the tampon wrappers in the garbage, and she had asked you for the Midol a few times in the last few days. The furthest thing from a stranger to Aunt Flow and her monthly visits, you couldn’t help but empathize.

With her being, well, a demon and all, you’d wondered to yourself once or twice if it affected her differently. She sure as hell didn’t seem to get as exhausted as you felt when you were on your cycle.

“Well,” Ruby responded. “I’m up now.”

She reached a slender hand over, palming Sam’s crotch through the material of his sweatpants where his half-hard cock had started to make itself known.

“And it seems like you are too.” From across Sam’s torso, Ruby locked eyes with you. That look alone had you rubbing your thighs together. “What do you say, pretty girl? You up for some more fun?”

With lust-filled anticipation, you licked your lips and nodded.

Like deja-vu, you nestled yourself between Sam’s thighs. Muscled and warm, they bracketed your shoulders and arms as you made yourself comfortable on your stomach. The tips of your feet hung off the end of the bed but you were too lost in watching Sam kiss Ruby to care.

You knew from experience, Sam didn’t just kiss.

He devoured.

All tongue and teeth and a hunger that left you breathless with a wet spot in your panties. It was like he wanted to siphon your soul through your lips. That’s exactly how he was kissing her.

Sam’s fingers knitted into Ruby’s long hair, one of her toned legs slung over his stomach. His lips moved against hers with an intensity matched only by the way he kissed you. 

And by the way Ruby kissed him.

So, as Ruby straddled his waist with one swift motion, you started in on the task at hand.

The material of his sweatpants was soft beneath your palms as you slid them languidly up the tops of his thighs. Somewhere above your head, you registered Ruby stripping off her t-shirt and panties to reveal her nakedness, Sam letting out a resounding groan as she did. 

You’d spent countless nights in the motels and on the road with him, imagining yourself in this position, so it didn’t quite feel real that you were here now, that everything in the last few weeks had come to fruition.

Taking your time, you gradually worked your hands from just above his knees to where his thighs met his hips, smoothing across the expanse of them. 

A satisfied feeling spread through your chest when Sam bucked his hips up into your hands as they teased across the front of his pants.

Fingers curling into the waistband of his sweatpants, you leaned up to press a kiss to the downy patch of hair that disappeared beneath the clothes. Then you kissed lower, the elastic band between your fingers, and finally an open-mouthed kiss over his bulge. 

That little number, which you learned from watching Ruby, earned you a broken moan between kisses. 

Sam’s hips arched up, aiding you in tugging his sweatpants down his thighs, clearly eager to get your mouth where you both wanted it to be. From there, it was easy to remove them fully, leaving the heat from his skin radiating onto you as you resumed your position. 

Saliva filled your mouth as you laid your eyes on his hardened cock. Sensing movement, you peered up beneath your eyelashes and you felt your core pulse between your legs as Ruby crawled further up Sam's body until she was kneeling over his face. 

Nothing could have pulled your attention away as you watched his large hands slide up the backs of her thighs to grasp her ass and pull her pussy down to his mouth. Your lips parted in shock and in envy. 

You weren’t sure, though, who you wanted to be more: Ruby, or Sam. Having tasted both of them, you knew they were both delicious.

That thought snapped you back to Sam’s cock which was inches from your face.

Wetting your lips, leaving them slick with saliva, you leaned in to where you knew Sam could feel your hot breath fan across his cock. A little further, and you could feel the flushed tip brush against your lips. 

Your tongue swirled around him, coating his cock in your spit. It allowed you to taste him, the salty tang of precum that had started to bead at the top. The second pass along the shaft of him saw your lips alongside your tongue, wetting as much surface area as you could. 

Sam twitched below you, wet and obscene sounds of him eating Ruby out just mere feet above you. You didn’t think a man could be any happier than him right now.

Arousal had started to stir low in your belly once more as you listened to Ruby’s wanton moans. Giving an experimental rock of your hips against the bed, you gasped softly at the pressure. Again, you ground against the mattress, taking the head of Sam’s cock between your lips as you did. 

Your tongue traced the contours of him, following the lines and ridges in a way that earned you a rumbling moan and shallow thrusts upwards, seeking your mouth’s wet warmth.

Cheeks hollowing, you sunk your head further down on his length. Spit slicked your lips, gathering at the corners of your mouth as the soft tip transitioned into the rigid shaft slid along the curve of your tongue. 

Wrapping a spit-sticky hand around the base of him, you marked roughly where you could go before the foreign feel of his cock against the back of your throat made you gag. You rotated your wrist the best you could, stroking shallowly to account for the inches you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

Even though the head of him barely brushed the base of your tongue, tears still gathered along your lash line. You’ll get used to it, sweet girl, Ruby had murmured to you after that first encounter with the three of you.

He twitched against your tongue and the insides of your cheeks in response to your ministrations and Ruby’s increasingly desperate moans from riding his mouth. Your eyes were held captive as you continued to suck Sam off, rolling your hips against the bed in time to Ruby’s movements.

She keened, and from your vantage, you could see her toned thighs begin to shake as Sam’s tongue and lips sent her careening towards an orgasm. 

Sam’s cock gleamed with the shine of your saliva, glinting off the low light every time you retreated just enough to swirl your tongue around the sensitive head.

Every one of his groans, every svelte movement of Ruby’s body vibrated through your own to where your clit buzzed between your legs, pussy clenching around the idea of the cock in your mouth being buried there instead; the mattress beneath you isn’t nearly enough, you decide.

Just as Ruby’s body twitches with her orgasm, you bobbed your head deeper onto Sam. It throbbed on your tongue and beneath your palm. He let out a broken moan, the sound muffled by Ruby’s thighs, and it’s enough to key you in. No sooner had you taken him in as far as you can go, did his hips quiver under you, sheer restraint from him against thrusting harshly into your mouth. 

All you can do is hold on for dear life as his cock pulsates, shooting ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow his release the best you can, but it’s not enough. It bubbles along the seam between your lips and his cock, dribbling down his cock. 

It’s the only thing that can keep you from watching Ruby in the throes of her orgasm, shuddering as she dismounted Sam’s face to lay on the bed beside you. Taking a gasp of air, you release his cock from your mouth

“Did such a good job, baby,” she praised, reaching out to thumb away a string of cum and saliva from your cheek. “Didn’t she, Sam?”

His smile is breathless as he propped himself up on his elbows. It’s also crimson, a fact that you can now see. Blood coated his lips with some on his chin, and you watched with erotic fixation as he licked it from them. 

“Had a hard time concentrating with you down there.” Another compliment going straight to your chest. Their words make your pussy throb, the little bit of an ego that you’ve developed thoroughly stroked. 

“C’mere.”With two fingers, Sam gestured you to come closer

It was a request you couldn’t comply with fast enough. Carefully, you climb up the bed until you are sat in Sam’s lap. A warm hand glides along your thigh, marking a trail up your back to the nape of your neck. Handling you gently as always, you are guided down to his lips. 

Ruby’s blood coats your tongue as Sam slides his between your lips. A moan bubbles up your throat at the taste of her in his mouth. 

Already electric between your legs, there isn’t much beyond instinct to the way your hips started to undulate over Sam’s.

“Look at her, Sam,” Ruby mused, a slender hand ghosting across your shoulders. “So eager.”

Sam didn’t answer her right away, too deep into the kiss. So deep, it took monumental effort to pull back from your lips; his tongue lingered, touch slow to resolve. Even when he did, his lips didn’t stray from yours more than an inch. 

“What do you want, baby?” When his hand cupped your cheek, the warm and rough palm nearly enveloped your jaw. “Tell us what you need.”

Heat spread across your cheeks. This part you were still learning how to do without growing embarrassed. There was no reason to be, Sam and Ruby had told you as such on multiple occasions. Despite their encouragement, the words felt foreign—too vulgar when you spoke your desires to them aloud.

Sam’s thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, the pad tugging it down. Those deep brown eyes pinned you to where you sat, waiting for you to speak. 

“Don’t be shy, sweet girl,” Ruby crooned, drawing patterns on your back that raised goosebumps in their wake.

Swallowing thickly, you shifted in Sam’s lap, feeling his length growing hard again along the swell of your ass. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking about your,” you paused, working through the burning heat of embarrassment. “Your cock being inside me while I had you in my mouth.”

Sam nodded, his forehead brushing against yours, Ruby nestling in closer to your side.

“And,” you continued, reaching over to caress Ruby’s bare thigh. “I wanna taste you while he’s  fucking me.”

A sly, almost proud, smile spread across Ruby’s slick and swollen lips. Her eyes darted to Sam’s, and some unspoken agreement passed between them.

Sam’s thumb brushed across your lip again before his lips covered the same spot. “That can be arranged.”

Your knees and elbows sank into the mattress as Sam’s large hands guided your hips higher. He stood behind you, the height difference making it so your ass bumped right up to his hips. The ridge of his cock rutted along the crease of your asscheeks as you settled into the change of position.

Ruby’s thighs were warm and soft against the insides of your forearms and biceps, her head nestled amongst the pillows at the head of the bed; her hair a dark and twisted halo, spread wide.

A fog of anticipation had settled over you, nothing but the throbbing of your pussy and the wetness on your tongue as you salivated for the meal in front of you.

“Ready when you are, baby.” Sam’s hand slid up the length of your back.

Your tongue flitted out to wet your lips as you nodded. Settling further onto your forearms, you bowed your head. A coppery, earthy tang coated your tongue as you tentatively licked a stripe up Ruby’s core. She moaned under you, hips rising up to meet your greedy mouth. 

No sooner had you wrapped your lips around her clit, still sensitive from her ride on Sam’s face, did you feel the nudge of his cock against your entrance. He ran the fat, blunt head through the slickness of your arousal that you were sure made your pussy glisten.

Just the tease of him had you rocking yourself back, desperation to feel his cock slide into you building rapidly. Ruby’s hand cupped the back of your neck, redirecting your attention and pushing your head further into her pussy.

Dulcet sounds spilled from her lips when your tongue swirled around her puffy clit, alternating between circles and lines in patterns, she told you, made her see stars. 

Clearly it was working.

You had just found the rhythm that had her squirming below you when Sam slowly slid the head of his cock into you. The breath was knocked out of your lungs in a gasp at the sheer stretch of him. All the thoughts that had remained in your head after having him in your mouth vanished the further he pressed himself in. 

The movements of your mouth faltered momentarily as your brain put up a veritable 404 Rational Thoughts Not Found message. 

You were so full. Every ridge, every vein, the slight upward curve of him upward—you could feel all of it in painstaking detail.

Microscopic trembling started deep within your belly, your legs, leaving you feeling unsteady and wanting, no, needing.

When his hips retreated, rolling back in a smooth and practiced motion, your own gravitated back. Sam’s moan reverberated through you, punctuated by his fingertips denting the curve of your hips. 

The amount of restraint he must have been utilizing in order to not drag you back against his hips and fuck you hard and fast into the mattress was not lost on you despite your sex-addled state. 

“Distracting her too much, Sam,” Ruby sighed, toying with the small hairs at the nape of your neck. “C’mon pretty girl, put that pretty mouth back on me.”

“Fuuuck, Ruby,” he groaned, his words slurred, gradually starting to thrust in and out of you. “Not tryna. Don’t wanna hurt ‘er.”

You licked your lips, tasting Ruby’s blood on them “‘m okay, Sam. You can move.”

Wiggling your hips for emphasis, you ducked your head back between her legs to put your mouth back to work.

You were ready this time when Sam sunk himself back into you, going and going until your hips sat flush and the warmth of his thighs bumped the backs of yours. The warmth spread as Sam folded himself over your back, sweaty chest laying against your back. 

A moan trickled from your lips and onto Ruby’s clit when Sam’s tongue tracked across your shoulders. With him pressed so close, the thrusts evolved into grinding, bumping his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside you.

Breathy whimpers soaked into Ruby’s core, her hips chasing the vibration. Transferring your weight onto one of your arms, you slid the other just under your chin. 

Her voice grew breathy when you prodded the first two at her entrance. “Ah! That’s it, pretty girl. Just like that.”

You curled your fingers in and out of her at a pact you’d seen her enjoy before. Even and smooth, arching them up towards her belly button. Working them in and out, you gradually built up speed until wetness started to coat your hand. Your spit, her arousal, and her blood soaked and squelched around your fingers. It pooled on your tongue as you lapped it up.

Sucking on her clit, every breathy moan shot lightning down your spine. Between the taste of her and Sam pistoning his cock into you with little abandon, that buzzing of arousal grew faster and faster. 

Your breathing turned to shallow pants at the dizzying rise of pleasure zinging through your veins like fire. It thrummed through you, an intoxication you couldn’t get enough of. It poured like a tap from them both; you couldn’t stop or resist even if you wanted to

Focusing every ounce of will, you kept your fingers going steady and paid extra mind to the spots that had Ruby’s inner walls clenching around your fingers, growing closer to her climax. 

“Fuck, sweet girl,” she keened, thighs growing tighter and tighter around your head. “Faster—ah—harder baby. Almost there, don’t gotta be gentle.”

You barely registered the faint soreness in your wrist and arm over the thudding of your pulse eddying in your skull. All you could do was comply, needing to feel and taste her fall apart. So you sped up your motions, letting them become harsh. Teeth grazing her clit, you heeded her wishes. 

It wasn’t long before her hips started to rise and fall in time with her cries, her entire body trembling. Pressure grew around your head as her legs clamped shut, her nails digging into your shoulders. 

Your pussy clamped down hard around Sam’s cock, earning yourself a ragged growl from him delivered directly into your ear. His muscled forearm snaked around your middle, hand splayed wide on your stomach.

There was no stopping you from barreling towards that growing heat now. Ruby’s legs and hands retreated from around your head and from your shoulders.

Stinging ebbed from where her nails had dug in enough to leave small, crescent-moon shaped cuts, but the great wave of euphoria cresting low in your stomach meant you could barely spare enough care to it. 

A gasp bubbled up from your throat as Sam used the arm around your waist to hoist you upright onto your knees. You could practically feel him in your stomach now, every thrust and grind pressing against your g-spot. The edges of your vision grew blurry.

“Sam!” you exclaimed, gripping fast to his forearm. “Don’t stop!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, baby.”

His free hand cupped your jaw, and you let him crane your head around to meet his lips. You swallowed Sam’s guttural moan as he lapped at the mix of blood and spit and cum from your lips, dragging his tongue across your chin. 

You reached back, carding your fingers loosely through the downy-soft strands of his shaggy hair. It grew tighter, though, when you felt the dip of the mattress as Ruby shifted closer. Then, you cried out her name when her fingers pressed against your puffy clit. 

“That’s right, sweet girl,” she crooned, albeit a little dazed and breathless. “Let Sam feel you cum around his cock.”

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” You cried out, rocking your hips back and forth uncontrollably as the heat of your orgasm exploded through you. 

Ruby’s mouth crashed into yours, muffling your desperation, her fingers still strumming across your clit. 

If you hadn’t been sandwiched between them, you would have collapsed with the sheer volume of endorphins coursing through you via your orgasm.

“Oh so pretty when she cums,” Ruby praised, dragging an arousal-coated finger up your navel.

She trailed them higher and higher until the tips of them landed on your lips. Instinctually, they parted, your brain too hazy to care as she pressed the pads of her index and middle finger against your tongue for you to suck on.

“See, you even taste good.”

“Fuck, Ruby.” Sam sounded thoroughly wrecked, still shaking against your back. His cock was still painfully hard inside you, and you could feel your pussy walls drag against it as he pulled out of you.

“Your turn,” you panted to Ruby, making room for her where you had just been.

“On your back,” Sam instructed her with an edge to his voice that had you dripping once more.

“So bossy,” she teased, flopping bonelessly onto her back, legs spread by Sam’s trim waist. 

Content to curl up at the head of the bed amongst the pillows and watch them, you began to move away, but were stopped by a hand on your thigh.

“Where you going, sweet girl?” Ruby asked. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Ruby’s fingers dug into the tops of your thighs as she swirled her tongue around your abused clit. She’d dragged you onto her mouth, facing Sam as he guided his cock into her soaked pussy. 

She wasn’t nearly as affected by the pace Sam set as you were, still lapping and sucking at your clit as he began to pound into her. The light vibrations of her moans and whimpers echoed into your sensitive pussy.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” Sam gritted out, gripping tight to Ruby’s as leverage.

You nodded half heartedly, dragging your arms up to steady yourself on his shoulders. Using the additional stability, you started to grind your hips down onto Ruby’s face. Her lips wrapped around your pulsating clit and you felt your eyes roll back into your head at the overstimulating sensations.

Already coming off your second orgasm, the third started to race up onto you, barreling you right towards the edge. 

“Please—ah—keep going,” you pleaded, speeding up the gyrations of your hips.

Your thighs locked around her head as the waves of heat grew closer and closer together, melding into one giant wave that stiffened your spine and jerked your hips in an uneven rhythm. 

It was Sam who leaned forward to claim your mouth this time. His tongue swept over yours as your orgasm washed over you. Expletives and their names were lost on Sam’s lips, spilling unimpeded as you quaked over Ruby.

Legs fully rubber now, you barely managed to aim your collapse onto the bed, your head towards the foot of the bed. From there, you got a front row seat to watch Ruby’s back arch clear off the bed as if she were hit with bolts of electricity. 

Sam wasn’t much further behind, hips faltering their punishing rhythm as he yanked himself out of her to fist his release across her belly.

Guttural and raw sounds rumbled from Sam, sounds you found yourself wanting to record if only to listen to them whenever you wanted. You supposed you could anyway, but it was a half-baked thought lost in the fascination of Sam jerking himself through his release to paint Ruby’s stomach white.

His barrel-chest heaved in time with Ruby’s as they both rode the aftershocks, Sam collapsing forward into his hands that he’d braced on either side of her hips.

You met his gaze through the shag of his hair. “Doing alright, baby?”

Way beyond words, you nodded, propping your head up by a hand.

He nodded, pushing himself back up to standing. “I’ll be right back.”

You tracked his nude form on his path to the bathroom, hearing the door click shut. 

“Wanna clean me up, sweet girl?”

Your attention snapped over to Ruby, to Sam’s cum spread across her belly. Your mouth watered and you nodded. Shimmying on your side, you got closer until you could lean your head in, dragging your tongue over the pools of cum.

“Good girl,” Ruby muttered, her dark eyes watching you lick up Sam’s mess with an intensity unique to her.

The salty tang of Sam’s cum melded once again with the other flavors still soaked into your tastebuds.

“Well, that’s a sight.” You could hear the grin in Sam’s remark before you could look up to see it. “Guess we don’t need this.” He tossed the washcloth he had wet back into the bathroom, the wet rag hitting the tile with a wet slap. 

“C’mon lover boy, let’s go back to bed.” Ruby gestured Sam back over.

“That sounds like an excellent plan.”

It started with a small darkness curling into your chest the second you laid eyes on her. A sweetly serpentine smile, voice like honey as she welcomed you into the motel room. All dark hair, dark eyes and a captivating personality, Ruby drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Sam,” She admonished as she came up to you, taking your hands in hers and looking you up and down. “You didn’t tell me she was so pretty.”

Heat blossomed in your cheeks and you ducked your head, unsure of how to respond. Or if you even needed to.

“And shy.” She grinned.

Sam grumbled something under his breath. You missed most of it, his words too low to be coherent, but caught ‘Better than pretty’ near the tail end of it. He walked up to her, taking hold of her chin. Something peculiar stirred in your brain, in your belly, as you watched him tilt her head up into a heated kiss.

Sam had initiated the kiss, but it was evident that he was not the one in control here. His gaze too hungry, kiss too desperate. But your eyes were drawn to Ruby, meeting his heated fervor with icy calm. You could have sworn a look of satisfaction passed over her but you blinked and it was gone, and replaced by complacent bliss. 

He pulled away from her, blinking at you like he had temporarily forgotten you were even standing there before stalking off to the bathroom. You flinched at the force used to slam the door shut, the resounding slam reverberating into your bones. 

With sharp eyes, Ruby considered you like she knew every thought in your head.

Maybe she did. 

You knew what she was. Sam had divulged who—what—she was, whispering it like it was some privileged information. At first, you had been wary, unsure of the implications. A hunter, and you—a friend from his days at Stanford with an undergraduate degree in Classics and Medieval Studies whose world got turned upside down at the revelation that most of the stories you spent countless nights studying were real—working with a demon. But when you finally saw her, spoke to her, you understood a little better why Sam had stuck around

“Don’t mind him.” Ruby had said sweetly, though a little exasperated. “He’s just in a mood cause Dean is derailing our plans.”

She had placed a hand on your arm, guiding you into the room and, as you knew it now, into her trap. That marked the beginning of the end. The end of your innocence, anyway. 

You studied demons in your classes, learned about them through lectures, readings and pure interest. Nothing compared to the real thing, and nothing could have prepared you for this. For her. 

You were a far cry from typical hunter material. Lacking Sam’s ‘Big and Tall’ stature and Ruby’s light and agile footwork, the role you would play came into question. Ultimately, it was decided that given your knowledge of folklore and history, your particular skillset would be better suited for lore research. It kept you in the motel room with only Sam’s laptop and the few textbooks you had for company. You wanted to help, to learn, to not be useless. Sam had been for it, but it was Ruby who had insisted otherwise. 

“Need to keep you safe.” She had reasoned in that honey-sweet voice, stroking your hair as you laid your head in her lap, the both of you lounged on the bed. “Such a smart girl. Don’t want to get you dirty.”

Seeing the wounds left behind when they came home, the mottled skin, the blood saturating clothes, the gritted teeth as thread sewed jagged cuts closed, you decided it wasn’t a stance that was hard to concede. You were safer in the room, nose tucked into your books, helping them from afar. And unless the monsters in Dungeons and Dragons also appeared in this reality, you were safe from said books growing teeth and attacking you.

You didn’t know when the change happened. When you started feeling less like an intrusion into their dynamic and started feeling more like something else. 

All you knew is that you hated the way they spent days gone without so much as a phone call or text back when you got them the lore they had been begging for just hours earlier. You didn’t know if they were alive or dead until they walked back through the door. 

You hated the way that no matter how angry you got at them for it, for leaving you here, leaving you in the dark, that fire in your chest extinguished the second the walked back through that door. How Sam gave you this look, puppy-dog eyed with with apologies and Ruby with swift excuses and harsh comments. Not to you or about you, but about the things they’d seen, the things they’d killed. 

Fear shot through you every time she illustrated what, exactly, was out there. You hadn’t seen it firsthand, the only knowledge that the monsters in your fairytales existed was through stories and the writings of John Winchester’s journal. That fear, it doubled when they came back battered and bruised, Sam with a far-away expression and Ruby with a wild kind of fire and cunning.

Those nights, when they thought you were asleep in the other Queen sized bed, you could hear them not 10 feet from you. Her breathy sounds, his soft grunts, and the rustle of sheets. You had to fight to keep your breathing even, clenching your thighs together against the throbbing between them as you focused on the low hum of the A/C, the wind outside, the couple in the next room over yelling and screaming loud enough to be heard through the walls. Something, anything, to distract from the sounds Ruby would make. 

All of it kept you complacent, despite how impatient Ruby was becoming. Sam was stressed more, hair mussed like he had been running his hands through it, eyes red like he hadn’t slept in days. He looked strung out, for all intents and purposes. Some days were better than others, but both of them were chomping at the bit to move forward, to get answers no matter what it took. They stayed out more, coming back with more injuries that had your heart seizing in your chest. 

The worst was when Sam would go on these tired-angry tirades about his brother, slamming his fists against the tables or walls like he could pound sense into Dean. Your heart would race in your chest, curling up on the bed or retreating to the bathroom. They made it clear it wasn’t your problem, that you weren’t the problem. Ruby would sidle up behind him, spanning her gracile hands across his broad back, heaving with enraged breaths. Some soft words, too quiet for you to hear, and he deflated, at least for the time being.

Eight days. They’d been gone for eight days. Ruby had texted you two days ago telling you they were heading back to you.

You couldn’t sleep, curled up in your bed in a nest of rumpled sheets and uncomfortable pillows, bathed in the glow of the small box tv set up on the dresser. Some game show, the only thing on besides talkshows and M*A*S*H reruns at this hour, played lowly. Canned laughter and neon echoed through the space. You had turned it on for background noise, for distraction, but all it had done was amplify how empty the room was. How empty you were without them here. Without her. 

Somewhere around the 1AM mark you heard a familiar engine pull up outside followed by the jingling of keys in the lock. That alone had your heart jumping in your chest. And you weren’t sure you liked the way your mood brightened, a lightness replacing the weight on your chest that always sat there when they were gone. You popped up, sitting upright against the wall as the door eased open, Ruby’s face on the other side. 

“Where’s Sam?” You asked, craning your head expecting his tall frame to come trudging in behind her.

But the door shut behind her, Ruby double-checking the locks before turning to you. The panic started to set in, the worst coming to mind. He was dead. Killed by some monster. Chest growing tight once more, you searched her face for an answer. Quickly, though, the anxiety lifted. Her easy smile and confident air instantly soothed you as she tugged her jacket off to toss it over one of the chairs.

“He’s sorting some stuff out with Dean.” She explained, walking over to the fridge. “Just gonna be you and I tonight, sweet girl.”

Your mouth went dry, tongue sticking to the roof as the dark-haired woman bent over to access the minifridge. Straightening, coming back up with one of the beers she and Sam had stashed in there, and a smirk, eyebrows raised at where your attention had been fixated. 

Dropping your gaze, you brought your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around your shins. Not expecting them back yet, you hadn't bothered to really dress. One of Sam’s old shirts served as a nightie, bathing you in blindingly white cotton, swallowing you to your midthighs. A thin pair of cotton underwear was all that covered your bottom half. 

“It’s alright, baby. You can look.” She laughed and you suppressed the shiver that it sent dripping down your spine and in between your thighs. 

“Do you want one?” She held up the can.

You shook your head. “Never had one. Wasn’t really my thing.”

Her dark eyes flared wide at that. “Never?”

Something like delight passed over her and felt a warmth growing within you. Toeing off her boots, she kicked them to the side before approaching you. The bed dipped beneath her svelte frame as she climbed into the bed beside you, her dark eyes, dark hair, and dark clothes like an inkstain against the sheets. 

You didn’t know why your heart was thumping so hard in your chest, but something had shifted in the stale air of the motel room. The warmth from her body radiated off onto yours, her perfume wafting over you. Spiced, sweet, and familiar. Intoxicating. Why did you need to get drunk when she was right there?

She popped the tab of the beer open with a loud crack. Enraptured, you watched as she brought the can to her mouth, tongue darting out to lick away the foam that had spilled onto the edge. Her lips pressed against the lid, taking a long drink.

“Your turn.” She turned to you, licking the froth from her lips. 

You reached out, intending to grab the can but she pulled it back, making a disapproving noise. Instead she shuffled closer, turning to face you further. Her body pressed against the side of yours, as she lifted the can to your mouth. The aluminum was strikingly cold against your lips, but you managed to not shy away from it. The beer flowed into your mouth, a peculiar taste. But she didn’t stop pouring. 

You tried to swallow most of it, but some still leaked out around the corners of your mouth, down your chin to your neck and your shirt. Only then did she pull the can away, giving you a look of concern. It was tainted with something else, but you were too concerned with the way the cold liquid was sliding down your neck. 

“Someone got a little messy, huh?” She leaned across you to place the can on the nightstand. 

You expected her to pull away. At this point, you should have known better that nothing was going as expected. No one could predict what she was going to do. You weren’t even sure she knew what she was gonna do until she did it.

She didn’t pull away. No, she threw one leg over your own until she was straddling your lap. On instinct your hands went to her waist, looking at her with confusion. 

“Gotta clean you up.” She murmured like this was the most normal thing as she leaned in. 

You couldn’t breath, going stiff and boneless as her tongue lapped at your skin, retracing the lines of beer up to your jaw, your chin. But she didn’t stop there, but you were sure your heart did as her mouth closed over yours. Your eyes fluttered shut into the kiss, leaning into the way she devoured you. Her palm sat flush against your cheek, thumb brushing against your chin keeping you captive to her mouth, to her will. 

A small sound escaped you as she pulled away. Dark eyes gazed back at you, dropping from your mouth to the shirt you wore, the liquid seeping into the white fabric. 

“Ruby.” You breathed. “Sam—”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” She reasoned in a tone that said that there was no room for further discussion. “Besides, we’re just having a little fun, right?”

Mouth open ready to say something, anything, but you found yourself without a reason to say no. So you closed it, nodding. 

“Good girl.” Clearly you had made the right choice. “Why don’t we get you out of this, hmm?”

She fingered the hem of the shirt. It came off easily enough, leaving you in just your underwear. Blushing hard, you fought off the urge to cover yourself from her attention. Surveying you, you heard her murmur something like ‘much better’ before she leaned over to grab the almost empty beer can.

You looked up at her, sure your eyes were wide and lust filled. The weight of her on your lap felt right, the sinful curves fitting perfectly under your hands. 

“Open your mouth, sweet girl.” She caressed the side of your face, hand chilled and damp from the condensation of the can. “Got a surprise.”

Dutifully, albeit a little confused, you leaned your head back and opened your mouth. Ruby smiled like you’d never seen her smile before. Sharp and satisfied like a spider that had just caught a fly in its web. 

Her head tipped back, inky black hair spilling across her back, as she poured the rest of the beer into her mouth. You caught on at the last second, that hand on your face gentle but firm as she brought her lips to yours, letting the beer and her spit flow into your mouth. This time, you had more of a chance to actually taste the beer. Beyond the earthy hops, you could taste her. You swished it around in your mouth, your tongue, before swallowing. 

You could see the exact moment something clicked, or broke, or snapped. One second she was watching you fervently, the next her mouth was slotted back over yours. She groaned into your mouth, fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. She was unrelenting, like she wanted to crawl inside your mouth and curl up on your tongue. 

Doing your best to keep up, you dragged your trembling hands, unsure and anxious, up her ribcage, over the dark plum-colored t-shirt that was snug to her body. That warmth that had blossomed low in your belly the second she had leveled that delighted grin in your direction grew when she pulled away chest heaving.

“What's wrong, baby?” Her hands rubbing up and down your arms. “You’re shaking.”

“Just haven't done this much.” You muttered

A hand under your chin brought your eyes to hers. “Done what?”

“This.” You took a hand from her side, gesturing between you both. “Was always too busy to really have the opportunity to get much experience.”

Medieval Studies and Classics weren’t by any measure the hardest majors out there, lord knows you had spent multiple all-nighters helping Sam study for his exams and then for the LSAT. But between your shy nature and unquenchable need for academic validation, you didn’t go out much. Sam and Jess managed to get you out a handful of times. Among those times was when you finally lost your virginity. He was a finance major and you were egged on by the pressure to get it over with. He barely made sure you were wet enough on his fingers before undoing his pants. You didn’t orgasm and he didn’t particularly care. Sam threatened to kill him, and the lethal glint in his eye told you he was more than capable of it too. 

“That’s alright, baby.” She leaned in, placing a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I’ll teach you.” A kiss to the other corner, a sharpness to the way she beheld you. “Just watch.”

Gnawing on the inside of your cheeks, you dropped your hands to her thighs as she peeled her shirt off. Black lace encapsulated her breasts, the decals spanning across her tanned skin. 

“You wanna take it off?” She ran one slender finger over the curve of one breast, down into the valley between, and over the other.

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Go ‘head, sweet girl.”

Willing your hands to still from their trembling, you sat up further, the movement pressing your bodies closer together. Reaching around her, your fingertips trailed along her back, finding the clasp. You had enough agency over your fingers to get the clasp undone without too much hassle. As you brought your hands back around, you took the ends with you, gently sliding the bra off of her.

“Do what feels right.” She reached up, carding a hand through your hair.

That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? There was so much going on in your head, in your body. The way you were trying to take it all in, her half naked on your lap asking—telling—you to take the reins for the time being at least. The material of your underwear stuck to you with how wet you had become in the last 10 minutes, and you could feel your clit throbbing lightly. A need, a want, a plea for more, but you weren’t sure what more was. You needed to figure it out quick though.

Dragging your gaze from hers, you turned it on her chest. Hands finding her waist once more, you pulled her closer to you, nuzzling into the space between her breasts. Lips finding skin, you kissed the hollow. Following the curve upwards, you trailed your lips, your tongue along the soft skin until they closed around her nipple. 

An ebb of arousal hit you as she let out a breathy moan. It was the same sound she would make all those nights you could hear her and Sam. And fuck was it an ego boost. It was just what you needed to keep going, swirling your tongue around the bud.

“That’s it, baby.” Ruby praised, hand still tangled in your locks. “Such a smart girl, learning quick.”

You clutched at her waist, her sides. That tightness grew with every moan and sigh dripping from her lips. It only worsened as you felt her hips shift over yours, fingers in your hair. Sliding one hand from its place, you palmed the breast not occupied by your mouth. Running your thumb over the peak, you sucked and licked at the other. Ruby’s moans grew, becoming more and more urgent in your ear, her hips grinding down on to yours. 

“Keep going, baby.” She whimpered, clutching your shoulder. “Gonna make me cum like this.”

She didn’t need to say anything else. More than eager to please, you increased the way you palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between your thumb and forefinger. It was when you gave an experimental tug, did she cry out, the sound nothing but pleasurable. You did it again, her hand tightening on your arm, body starting to tremble. But it was when your teeth grazed the one in your mouth, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to tease, did she moan your name. Her body pitched forward, holding you to her as she ground her hips into yours, her frame shaking with the climax. 

As the twitches subsided, she guided your head away from her chest. Strings of spit were strung between your glossy lips and her breast but neither of you cared as she kissed you hard. Her tongue swiped across your lip, into your mouth. Though deep, it was chaste as she pulled away a second later. 

“Such a good girl.” She said breathlessly. 

“What now?” You asked, voice hoarse with want. 

She slid off your lap, and you watched as she rid herself of her jeans. “Now, I get to taste you.”

Panic spiked through you at that, legs closing every so subtly. “Taste me?” You managed to squeak out.

“Deserve to feel good too.” She climbed back on the bed, taking hold of your calves just below the knee. 

With a swift tug, you were pulled down the bed until you were laying flat. Still, you propped yourself up on your elbows.”But—”

“But what?” Ruby interrupted, hands sliding up and down your lower legs.

“No one’s ever…I’ve never…” You stammered, face heated. 

You flopped back on the bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. 

The mattress dipped below you as you felt her crawl up your body. Hands pulled at your wrists and you found yourself looking up at Ruby. She wore an expression of something between awe and condescension. 

“Never been eaten out or never cum?” She cupped your face, pad of her thumb pulling at your lower lip.

“Both. Neither.” You admitted.

“We’re gonna change that then.” She leaned down, tugging your lower lip between your teeth. 

Instinctually, your hands found her thighs. The corded muscles of her quads flexed under your palms as Ruby kissed down your jaw, your neck. They left behind a trail of fire along your skin as she went lower and lower. There wasn’t a place that between her hands and her mouth was left untouched, neglected as she shifted lower and lower across your chest, your belly. 

It felt like heaven, your entire body tingling. Propping yourself back up on your elbows, you watched her mouth at the waistband of your panties. The cotton was soft against your legs as she slid them off, discarding them along with the rest of your clothes. Unconsciously, your legs snapped shut, but her unyielding grip pried them back open. She nestled herself between them, your thighs bracketing her head.

“Don’t hide, baby. You’re gorgeous.” She mouthed at the inside of your thigh. 

Your cheeks burned. “I wasn’t expecting anything to happen. I didn’t shave, I didn’t—”

Again she cut you off. “I don’t give a fuck. Pussy is pussy, baby.”

“Ruby. I’m really not sure about this.” You whimpered. But you felt your clit throb at the prospect of feeling her mouth against you. Confusion was a blinding fog. You didn’t know what you wanted, what felt right. 

“It’s okay, baby. Lemme take care of you.” Her hot breath fanned across your dripping core.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Sure, you read enough smut to know what other people thought it felt like, describing it in a thousand different ways. But somehow it wasn’t this. Your back arched clear off the bed, a surprised moan ripping from your lungs as her tongue flicked across your clit. 

Already, you’re shaking, a mess under her mouth. Every part of you was on fire with need, with arousal. You bucked your hips up into her mouth, tongue flattened against your clit alternating between long strokes and rapid flutters. You weren’t sure which one you liked better, you just didn’t want it to stop. Her hand splays across your stomach, forcing your hips back into the sheets. 

“Feels pretty good, doesn’t it pretty girl?” She chuckled, the sound dark against your core. 

“Yes!” You manage to gasp out of your seizing lungs. 

“It’s only the beginning.” Her smile was evident against you. 

God help you. 

The air caught in your throat when you felt her fingers circle around your entrance. Her tongue still worked at your clit, lips closing around it and sucking. The first push of the digit inside had your mouth falling open and had you abandoning your efforts to stay propped up. You went limp back against the pillows as she slid her finger to her palm inside you. Your thighs quake around her head as she begins to slide it in and out. Slow, long strokes at first. Getting you used to the sensation. As the tension slowly left you, the thrusts increased in tempo. Every curl of her finger up towards your belly button, grazing across that spot that had you keening, had the tightness between your legs growing. Despite her hand on your belly, you still were helpless to the way your hips ground up, chasing her mouth as it abused your clit. 

“Ruby.” You whined, that feeling growing and growing like a bubble about to burst.

“Let it happen, baby.” She pulled away just enough to get the words out, not sparing one second more before returning to your pussy. 

Like a great wave, your orgasm washed over you. It started between your legs, radiating outward up your abdomen and down your legs. They shut closed around her head, hips rocking up into her face. Shudders wracked your body, but unlike you, Ruby didn’t falter. 

Your chest tightened as her mouth kept working you over, her ring finger sliding into you alongside the middle. Gasping your hands shot to her hair, trying to push her away. 

“‘s ‘nough.” You slurred, trying to squirm away. 

But she was much stronger than you, supernatural power keeping you in place. Pin pricks emanated from your clit, the overstimulation toeing the line between pleasure and pain. Hands fisting in the sheets as you melted into a moaning mess. Her satisfied laughs reverberated through your pussy, the vibrations only adding insult to injury. 

“That’s it. You like being a dirty girl, huh?” Ruby’s voice dripping with fake concern. “Not such an innocent little thing anymore, are you?” 

Teeth digging into your lip, you resisted the urge to cry. You arch your back, trying to twist away from her sharp tongue, but it was no use. All you could do was lay there as her fingers pistoned in and out of you, shoving you closer and closer to another orgasm. Like a blessing and a curse, the orgasm came on fast, ripping over you even more intensely than the last. 

You sent silent prayers to whoever was listening, at this point you didn’t know and couldn’t even guess, that Ruby finally relented to your hands, pulling off your pussy as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided. Slick fingers pulled out of you, gripping the top of one of your thighs. Her mouth, laid a sloppy kiss to the other. She crawled up your limp form, taking advantage of you catching your breath to lick her way into your mouth. You could taste yourself on her tongue and it had you groaning. 

“Please no more.” You whimpered into her mouth.

She swept the hair away from your face, and for half a second she looked like she was about to disagree, enacting the rest of whatever plan she had plotted. But seeing something on your face, she shifted away. 

“Did so well.” She cooed, stroking your body as she laid beside you. 

“So tired.” you mumbled, turning to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

You felt her stiffen, but then melt into your embrace not seconds after. “That’s it baby, rest up. You’re gonna need it.”

In your post-coital state, you didn’t think much of it. But perhaps, you really should have.