Dean felt the wires in his skin, uncomfortable and pointy. Dean's chest was bare and patched with off-white bandages and blood stained gashes, ah, more scars to his story.
The beeping next to his right ear, the tick tocking in his left, and the smell of bleach and blood was was driving him insane.
That little demonic bitch, he thought. Not only were you a little demonic bitch but you are very alluring. Your plump crimson red lips, painted into a seductive smirk, your delicate but hollow eyes, when your eyes turn black, its like thick black ink. The way your back would curve and dip, your flexible and long legs, smooth.
You are the most deadliest sin that's ever existed.
"Awe, baby. How sweet of you," A calm yet excited voice waved over him, then a small and curved figure stepped close to his right side. "Thinking about me."
Dean felt his lips twitch slightly, "Thinking of ways to cut that pretty little neck of yours." Green met y/c/e's a seduce stare was slipped.
Your smirk widened "Kinky," You breathed and you leaned down to his ear, your red lips ghosting over his earlobe. "I've always liked infusing pain and pleasure together."
Beep. Beep.
God, you are so dirty, he almost licked his lips. "Y/N," His voice was stern but traces of lust were dripping from his plush lips.
Your lips delicately pressed against his ear and moaned, "Oh Dean, how you turn me on." Your rapid hot breathe sent his senses into over-drive, wanting to touch you, feel you. Fuck you. And you knew it.
Beep. Beep.
"Stop it, Y/N." Dean's voice was nearly choked into chunks when you boldly moved one of your delicate hands down his throat, and gripped it. Applying a slight amount of pressure, you tilted his head back against the pillow, drilling y/e/c irises into his mossy but lustful ones.
Beep. Beep.
Your mouth nearly hung open with awe, Dean Winchester- the greatest hunter in the world, is lusting after you. How sexy.
"Oh but baby, I know you don't want me to stop." You cooed, feeling his throat tighten with anger. "I know you think about me, all tied up and one of your hands pulling my hair, biting my shoulder until I bleed, leaving bruises on my little hips. Fucking me until my body is raw and sore. It's really fucking hot, do you get off on me getting fucked Dean?"
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Dean closed his eyes, flinching slightly when your sweet voice hummed, "Fuck you." Dean almost shivered in pleasure, hearing those dirty and intense things spill from that gorgeous mouth of yours.
You chuckled, squeezing his throat slightly. "Soon, Dean. Soon." Your lips brushed against his strong jawline and moving down his tense features, earning a shaky sigh from him, you kissed the tip of his chin.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Dean's hands began to twitch slightly, wanting to just pull on your hair.
Dean almost reached up and grabbed a good handful of your hair, but restraining himself, he focused on himself to breathe. Until, your sweet red lip were inches from his, when did your lips move?
Beep.
"Mhm," You breathed against his lips, he smelled warm whiskey and cool air. "Dean," His name dripped from your lips, so freely.
"Y/N..." Dean opened his eyes, only to be faced nothing. Then he felt the coolness of the room touch his throat once more instead of your warmth.
Growling, his upper lip twitched, now his alone- and horny. Awesome.
I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down, he closed his eyes once more, trying to rest his intense heart beat.
Beep...Beep...
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