Empty 'til she fills, alive until she kills
(Meg 2.0 x Ruby 2.0 x female reader)
Summary When the hunters are out, the demons will play. Only you're not sure if you're the cat or the mouse in this scenario. CWs Threesome. Fingering. Oral. Touch of corruption. Many, many orgasms. 18+. 1.6k words AN Ruby as a high femme bottom, Meg as an angry top, I need to take them both and not in a fight send tweet. Title is from "Vampire Empire" by Adrianne Lenker/Big Thief. Smutober prompt Threesome (FFF)
Smutober masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist
You really don’t know how you got here, but you’re not about to question it.
One minute you’re babysitting the demons while Sam and Dean are out, a job you loudly and insistently complained about, despite Meg’s insistence that you’d love it. The next, she is sitting on the bed - Dean’s, of course it had to be Dean’s - Ruby straddling her, both with their shirts off, tits pressed against each other while they make out like there’s no tomorrow.
You’re leaned against the dresser only a few feet from them, beer bottle wet with perspiration in your hand, and it’s not the only thing. You’re desperately trying to level your breathing, trying to act like none of this is getting to you. You’re failing miserably.
Meg separates her lips from Ruby’s, looks over her shoulder at you while Ruby presses open-mouthed kisses against her neck, runs her hands over porcelain pale skin. Both their dark locks tangled, like they’re one thing, come from one source.
“Sure you don’t wanna join?” Meg says in that ever vibrating, hissing voice of hers. “Your boyfriends don’t have to know.” You bite at your bottom lip, watch as her hands wander down to Ruby’s jeans-clad ass.
“They’re not my boyfriends,” you press out through clenched teeth, a drop from your bottle landing somewhere on your boot with a small splash. Ruby starts rocking against Meg, trying to find some friction. They’re beautiful together. So beautiful.
“Even better,” Meg hums, leaning back to allow Ruby better access. “No complications.”
And yeah, the fact that the two women in front of you are demons and you’re a hunter is complicated enough, even without your messy, interwoven relationship to the two brothers coming into play. Not that you’re able to think about that right now. The implications of it. Not when Ruby drags her full lips from Meg’s neck, turns around to look at you. Big eyes dark and wet.
“We really want you to,” she says with her soft, sexy as sin lisp and you swallow. “It can stay between us.” And then she gives you a dirty smile that lets you know she will rub this in Sam and Dean’s face the second she gets the chance.
You let out a slow breath. Take a long drink from your bottle. Then put it down and walk towards them, already pulling off your jacket.
___
It’s fascinating to watch them like this, who they are. How they act.
Ruby’s all submissive girliness. Talks a tough game but when you spread her out under you, she moans and rolls her hips and throws her head back and forth in a display of such outright sexual femininity it’s hard to believe it’s not all an act. Meg on the other hand likes taking charge, pushes both of you around in a way that has you clenching your thighs, nips, bites, gives orders. You fit in just right.
You’ve got one of Ruby’s soft thighs between your legs, your own pressing hers open, skin soaked with her sweet wetness as you fingerfuck her. Meg is perched next to you two, watching, encouraging, yeah, she loves that, oh look at that blush on her chest, isn’t that so fucking cute? She’s gonna act like she can hold on, but she can’t. You’re such a mess, Ruby. She always comes quickly, but this has to be a new record. Meg leans forward, kisses Ruby roughly while she shakes and moans.
Ruby meanwhile really is a mess. Her head is thrown back, her neck stretched to the point where it looks like it hurts. The soft, pretty act gone as she’s thrown into pleasure that makes her skin red and eyes misty and all of her unravel. She comes quickly. She comes loudly. It’s paradise.
“Turn her around,” Meg says with a broad grin. “Her ass looks so pretty if you slap it a little. Takes on every mark.” Ruby moans something that sounds like yes, please.
So of course you turn her around.
Meg has you eat her out while you kneel in front of her with her fingers gripping your hair, talking non-stop, just like she always does. Ruby’s mostly out of it, but when she can sit up again, she gets in close behind you, kisses your back, your shoulders. Helps Meg hold back your hair while the other hand wanders between your legs. What she does there is a little half-hearted, and when she starts rubbing herself against you after a while of this, you can’t help but chuckle.
Meg drags you up, strong despite her small frame. Kisses you, roughly, tongue shoved into your mouth, then pushes you back on the bed.
“Your turn,” she says with a grin and Ruby giggles.
You’re gripping the pillow under your head so hard you’re pretty sure you won’t have any feelings left in your fingers in a minute. But who cares about such things.
Ruby’s straddling you high on your waist, dragging her wet pussy along the skin there. It’s not enough to get her off, but the sight and smell and closeness of her, the way you’re caught under her, drives you nearly insane. She leans forward, kisses you, tongues at you with little licks. Grins her demon grin while she plays with your hair and runs the tip of her nose over your skin.
“Fuck you,” you mutter, and she pinches your nipples, making you moan. Her plush lips are there a second later to soothe the pain.
Meanwhile Meg is between your legs. Pushed Ruby aside when she saw she was just gonna keep teasing. Now two of her fingers are buried in you while her tongue draws perfect circles.
You press your forehead against your arm, still thrown up over you, mouth ripped open as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through you. Meg, the absolute bitch, keeps fingerfucking you until you try to roll away, which is difficult with Ruby still on top of you. There’s a moment where you think they’ll overpower you, where you think you’re completely exposed, powerless to them. It fires up another deep wave of pleasure within you.
Ruby moves and you grab her around the waist, turn her over. She lands on her back, dark hair flying, looking up at you with wide eyes and an excited expression. Meg crawls up behind you, hands running down your side, licks your shoulder then bites it gently.
She keeps going as Ruby drags you down, kisses your lips, so wet, so perfect, and you feel Meg press her own wetness against your ass, starting to grind against you. Your eyes fall shut as you give yourself over to it.
“More?” one of them says, and you’re not sure which one.
“More,” is all you say.
The door unlocks, and you already hear their deep voices. You shift, rearrange the book in your hands. Force a neutral expression onto your face.
“...completely useless,” Dean is saying to Sam, who’s just behind him. They stop talking and turn to the room.
You’re on one of the chairs, leaned back, one leg slung over the other, frowning at the pages in front of you despite not having read a single word for several minutes. Ruby is on the bed, Sam’s this time, leaned back on her arms while she looks around with a bored expression. And Meg lounges on the couch, cleaning the nails of one hand with the ones of the other.
“How was it?” you ask, lowering the book. You’re not sure what he notices - maybe it’s the smell of sex permeating the room, the AC not strong enough to fully drag it out - but Sam’s brows twitch as his eyes wander between the three of you. Only Dean seems oblivious.
“Total bust,” he says, walking over to the fridge and taking out three beers - for him and Sam and you, of course. Not the others. “The information was useless.”
“Told you it might be,” Meg sing-songs and you throw her a look. She returns it, eyes wandering to you slowly. It makes you think of the taste of the skin over her collarbone. How her ass cheeks felt in your hands.
“Yeah, thanks for that,” Dean says in his most sarcastic tone as he drops down on his bed after passing around the drinks. Your eyes shoot to Ruby, and she raises her eyebrows. You remember her screams of pleasure, the way she begged so prettily for you to fuck her harder. You shift your legs, rub them against each other. Nearly flinch from how sore you are. The boys sure took their time.
“Anyway,” Sam says and walks deeper into the room with a sigh, “looks like you two are good to go.” Both Meg and Ruby turn to him. It makes Sam shift around.
“Sure thing,” Meg says and you need to bite your lip.
They leave, and you look after them. Eyes trained on their asses, their hips. The long, dark hair. They don’t turn around.
Dean plops back down on the bed, while Sam slowly sits on the couch. You’re back to your chair, too worried they’re gonna be able to smell them on you.
“What a day,” Dean says, taking a sip from his beer. You look at him, and then your eyes widen when you see the wet patch on the bed - but no, it’s just a shadow. You put the spare bedding on his bed when you’d regained control of your senses.
“Yeah, you mumble, “what a day.”
