Set in the span of SPN episode 5.14, My Bloody Valentine. It’s all a huge innuendo <3
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The motel room was empty. It had yet to be rented out, it most likely wouldn't be until tomorrow. It was already muggy out, itd rained that evening, so when he shifted into the space he was immediately hit with humidity. He reluctantly put down the bag, but kept his lustful eyes on her intently as he took off his trench coat and blazer. He hadn't even turned on the lights, though he didn't need them to see his target. Just behind that foil wrapper was a beautiful stack of bun and meat, sandwiching lettuce, tomato, pickle and onion. He grabbed at the knot of his tie and loosened it, hoping it would help keep the wind in his lungs as he took strides back to the small table and grabbed his bag again. He took it in his hands and fell back onto the stiff, musty motel bed. The bag felt heavy and warm against his chest, making a soft groan fall out amidst his breath.
He creeped his hand down into the bag, trying with all his might to keep things slow, to savor every moment, though he wanted to rip through it all and devour every last morsel. His fingers touched her wrapping, and his breath caught in his throat, the soft crinkling sounding loud in the empty room. He grabbed onto a small bit of the paper and used it to tug her out of the bag, his thighs anxiously jittering as the anticipation shot adrenaline straight through him. Just to see her, unwrapped and open, dressed in her finest, just for him.
He finally took her out of the paper bag, throwing it half haphazardly to the floor somewhere around him. He used his feet to push himself against the headboard, finally reaching over to the bedside lamp and clicking it on. The room lit up dimly, the walls were maroon, with white trim, and the dark reddish color helped set the tone. He used a hand to slide down into the fold of the wrapper, and when he felt her supple bun he had to hold in another groan. As gently as he could, he rubbed little circles into her soft crust, relishing in the slight friction his skin made against hers. After a moment he pulled his hand upwards, finally using his fingers to unwrap her, once again tossing the wrapper somewhere around the bed. After what feels like forever, he now has her completely engulfed in his rough palms.
He feels moisture coat his right hand, and he pulls it away to see her ketchup and mustard smeared messily across his palm. He grins, hastily bringing his hand to his mouth and lapping it up, before looking back at her. There she was, her gorgeous layers, the sensational combination of ingredients that just kept him coming back for more despite every part of him screaming this was wrong. Never had an angel experienced something so unholy, something so.. Human. He hated the way he felt, except for the moments like this, when she was in his hands. When he was in the throes of their passions. He inched her closer, her folds caressing his lips in an almost kiss, before he finally opened his mouth and encompassed her completely, biting down and taking in his first true taste of her. As he chewed, he relished in her flavor; the flame grilled patty, the delicate bun, the tangy mustard, the crunchy lettuce, the juicy tomato. He finally moaned out, unleashing a noise so primal it was bordering on a growl. Finally letting himself go, he slouches, starting to take large mouthfuls of her at a time. The feeling of his cheeks full of her, the coating of grease across his cheeks, the warmth traveling deep inside him as he guzzled every last piece of her.
He gasped between bites until he was licking his hands, desperately trying to get every last taste of her off of him. He forces himself off the bed and onto his hands and knees, grabbing the discarded wrapper and doing the same with the thin foil until he could do nothing but smell her, the scent of beef wafting around the room. It was like it was calling to him, like he needed another one. He felt it all through him, the feeling made his movements stutter as he finally got back on his feet. He looked back at his mess, he wouldn't need to clean it if he got another, just one more. It's decided, one more.
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