Is this how you thought you would be spending a lonesome Friday night alone after a hunt? Far from it. Wasn’t even in your deck of cards.

Pinned below Ruby, clothes tossed half-haphazardly in a pile on the floor, and bed creaking. Ruby’s fingers were sinful in the best way possible as she dug them into your hips, leaving crescent marks that would leave you of a reminder tomorrow.

“You look so pretty beneath me, s’like you were made for me.” Ruby cooed, grinding her hips into your thigh as she used you like a toy. One of her hands sneaking there way down between your legs.

Fingers dancing along your inner thigh, light, gentle, the exact opposite of what you were currently wanting. Pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder as she smirked. “What would the Winchesters think, huh? You engaging with a demon?”

She leaned in painfully closer, hands moving against you as you cried out. “What would they say? When you come to them, all marked up, and smelling like me?”

There’s almost something reverent in the way Ruby’s gaze racks over your body as she touches you, hands never leaving your body, a flush on her cheeks.

“Look at me and tell me how bad you want it, pretty girl.” Ruby purred in your ear.