Cold Hearted Lover

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Suptober 20: Library Hours

If the library closes you take your research to wherever you’re staying. (But Dean just wants to sleep.)

Something simple today.

I take requests!

Dean slammed into you again, the force of his thrust rocking you forward off of your hands. Your face hit the mattress, palms flat, elbows denting the cushion top. Moaning, you bowed to his reflection in the mirror on the bathroom door.

He smirked and pressed a heavy hand to the back of your head, keeping you down, almost smothering you in the cheap, thin comforter.

“I think I like you better like this,” he grit, upper lip twitching into a sneer as his cock slid from your dripping cunt. “All weak and shaking…” He plowed back inside and your scream was muffled by the mattress. “Almost looks like you’re praying to me.” He laughed and blinked, green eyes flickering to onyx.

The Demon quickened his pace and as the pleasure began to build higher, a familiar, stinging tone filled the room.

“Who the fuck is calling you?”

Dean removed his hand and reached over to the nightstand, plucking your phone from the top.

Sam’s name and photo graced the screen.

Dean chuckled smugly and tossed the phone over to you. “Answer it.”

Your boyfriend’s loving hazel eyes stared up at you as his brother’s thick cock tore you apart.

“I-I can’t,” you whined, legs shaking from his attentions and your waning strength.

Dean slapped your ass hard, burning his palm print into your flesh. “Answer. It.”

Terrified, throbbing, and more than a little guilty, you swiped answer and held your breath. Dean reached over and hit speaker.

“Y/N?”

Sam’s voice filled the room and you bit your tongue as Dean tugged on your nipple.

“Y-Yeah… S-Sam. What’s up?”

“Where are you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. Are you OK?” The worry in his voice was apparent and Dean grinned devilishly in the mirror.

“I’m uh…” Your voice dropped away as Dean grabbed you by the hair and yanked, pulling you back with him as he sat on his heels. His lips caught your ear and you held in a cry.

“Tell him,” he whispered, right hand slowly locking around your throat. “Tell him where you are… trapped in a room with his brother fucking you senseless…”

Devastated by your mistakes, you shook your head, refusing to open your eyes again.

“Tell him or I’ll turn on the camera and show him…”

Dean jerked his hips upwards and slapped his left hand to your clit, rubbing furiously until you had no choice but to speak, the pleasured screams growing too big inside to contain.

“S-Sam! I...I’m so sorry…”

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