Here is the next drabble. It's also for
titti.
Title: Ruby's Visit
Author:
bksnclevernessWord Count:494
Fandom/Pairing: SPN, Sam/Ruby/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Notes:
titti requested Sam/Ruby/Dean with a strap-on. Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, nor do I own SPN. And I cry every night because of it. *sigh*
When Sam got back to the hotel room with dinner, Ruby was there with Dean.
Sam heard them before he saw them. He had fiddled with the motel key and pushed the door open with his back because his hands were full. Once in the door, he leaned over to put the Styrofoam take-out containers on the table just inside the door. He heard Dean moan, and thought he’d caught him jerking off again. But when he turned around, there was Dean bracing himself against the dresser while Ruby, who was wearing nothing but a purple strap-on, fucked him from behind.
Sam couldn’t tell which part of the scene shocked him the most: Dean getting fucked, Dean getting fucked in the ass by a woman, or Dean getting fucked in the ass by a woman who was also a demon.
“What the fu-,” Sam said, the words dying in his mouth. “Buh, whuh. I could just…I could come back,” he stuttered. He thought he should probably leave, and let them get on with it, but his feet were rooted to the spot right there halfway in the door. Normally, he’d have been jealous to see anyone else with their hands on Dean, but this was just fucking weird enough to short circuit everything. Well, almost everything.
“No, Sam,” Ruby growled, never stilling the undulating motion of her hips. Dean seemed incapable of coherency. “Stay.”
“But I-”
“Close the fucking door and stay.”
He closed the door and turned around in time to see Ruby pull the purple strap-on she wore almost all the way out of Dean and then thrust it back in. Sam watched Ruby slam into Dean, watched Dean’s pretty dick leak precome, saw the soft line of Ruby’s breasts as she leaned forward and pulled Dean down by the shoulder.
“Sammy,” Dean gritted out. And it was just one word, but it meant a lot of things. It meant, don’t hate me for this. It meant, I need you. It meant, come here.
Before Sam knew what he was doing, he was shucking his clothes, getting everything off but his jeans. He knelt in front of Dean, and licked up the shaft of Dean’s brutally hard cock.
Dean got a fistful of Sam’s hair and tugged, and soon Sam was swallowing him down. He used one hand to work up and down the part of Dean’s cock he couldn’t fit in his mouth, and with the other, he pressed the hard line of his dick through his jeans. Sam could tell from the way Dean’s breathing shallowed out, and the way he pushed back at Ruby, that he was really close. Sam let Dean fuck his mouth, twirling his tongue over the head on the upstroke, and Dean drew himself up, moaning loudly as Ruby hit that magic spot over and over while Sam sucked him hard.
When he came, Dean only said one name, though.
And it wasn’t Ruby’s.