SUPERNATURAL SMUT

B Is For Bruises

Ship: Samcifer.

Orientation: Sam; human, bottom.
Lucifer; demon, top.

Relationship: Established.

Notes: This takes place when Sam and Lucifer are in the cage together.

WARNINGS: Bruising obviously, bdsm, explicit, biting, mentions of blood.

"You look so good like this, Sammy." Lucifer smirks at the man straining against the iron cuffs, sweaty and flushed. He trails the crop up Sam's inner thigh, stopping about midway. He flicks it against the tender skin there, earning a soft yelp from the human.

"P-Please... L-Lucifer..." Sam grips the cuffs tighter, the spreader preventing his legs from closing. He gasps as the crop trails higher up his thigh, biting his lip to stay silent.

"Samuel, don't silence yourself." Lucifer licks his lips as he snaps the crop against Sam's hip, elicting a soft moan from the hunter.

"P-Please.. N-No more teasing..." Sam pulls against his restraints again, the coiling heat in his stomach like lava. Lucifer just smirks and trails the crop back down Sam's body, tracing each line of taut muscle as he goes.

"Oh Sammy, you've lasted longer than this. It's only been three days." He smirks as Sam lets out a whimper. He's finally breaking him.

"P-Pleease... I-I can't..." Sam gasps as he feels the warmth of Lucifer's touch against the welts on his thighs, a shudder pressing through his body. He turns his head to the side, trying to compose himself.

"Relax. You're fine." Lucifer smirks as he leans down and presses a kiss to the welt on Sam's hip, sucking a dark bruise into the skin just above it. Sam's back arcs beautifully off of the table, muscles tensing and his head falling back against the hard wood.

"M-More... Please.." Sam's eyes meet Lucifer's, his voice so needy as he grips the cuffs. "D-Don't heal them this time either.." Now Sam is the one playing a smirk. Lucifer laughs and leans back down, biting against the tender flesh of Sam's hip, thumbs pressing hard into sharp bones. Sam gasps and bites his lip, a low moan starting in his throat. Lucifer moves up the hunters body, leaving a trail of dark bruises in his wake. By time he get's to Sam's neck he's hovering over the man.

"You owe me for this one, Sammy." He smirks and with a snap of the fingers Sam isn't restrained. He huffs out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. He rolls over onto his knees, his back facing the demon above him and he smirks.

"Why should I owe you anything if we both get something out of this?" Sam bites his lip as he hears the click of a belt buckle and the slide of leather.

"Because I'm doing this for you. You think I would just give you what you want for free?" Lucifer grips the belt in his hands, pondering on the idea of using it on Sam.

"I just think you're getting soft." Sam smirks cockily, looking over his shoulder at Lucifer. His eyes darken with lust as he sees Lucifer holding his belt, a questioning look on his face. Sam bites his lip, eyeing the belt and the disheveled devil above him. He leans back, his ass pressing back against Lucifer earning a low growl grom the man. He gasps at the first strike, letting his head fall against the pillow beneath him. He bites his lip, stifling a moan at the second. By the fourth he's wrecked; moaning and panting heavily as he pushes into the sharp grip of the demons left hand on his hip. He looks over his shoulder at Lucifer, the want in his eyes strong as he gets goosebumps. Lucifer runs his hands over the hot welts on the swell of Sam's ass. He leans in and kisses at the tender flesh, smirking at the blue and purple skin under his fingertips.