#stepbro!nicholas

[iamsebastiansstan]

surrender at your feet - stepbro!NAC x fem!reader

summary - This kink is getting out of hand, but he doesn’t give a single fuck, because where he is sick and rotten, she is, too.

wc - 15k lol - MINORS DNI !

warnings - dark!Nicholas so beware, stepcest, manipulation, somnophilia, oral (m and f receiving), edging, crying during sex, dirty talk, face slapping (the sexual and non sexual kind), borderline abusive Nicholas, panty kink, non-consensual voyeurism (he's watching her taking a shower without her knowing), exhibitionism (grinding where others could see), but they looove each other whatever whatever <3

A/N - this one... LOL THIS ONE almost did me in, it took me so long to write and it's nowhere near done but it was gnawing at my brain so I had to post it. 's a likkle fucked up so don't read if you aren't into that sick shit, thanks. super plot heavy, part two is gonna be a lot smuttier! feedback is always appreciated, love you <3

this one is for @hoffmansgirl and @urlitttlevenicebitch specifically, thanks for holding my hand throughout all this nastiness my Darlings 🖤

PART 1 / 2:

It started a couple of years back, when she first came into his life, fists swinging and lips cursing. She hated it, hated being part of this family, hated the new house she moved into, hated his father, hated him.

It was a lot for her to take in, and he understood. He, too, had some nights where he had to clench his teeth through the onslaught of tears, fuming at the fact that his mother just up and left them like that, moved to fucking Italy to be with Sergio or Francesco or whatever the fuck his name is, giving up everything she had in her life, including her only son. It hurt, but he bore it, and that was the main difference between them, wasn’t it? Where she was loud and rebellious, a little spitfire, he was quiet and brooding, preferring to keep a low profile.

He's just glad she got used to it, over time, even building a solid relationship with her stepfather. He was grateful for the mother figure his stepmom posed in his life, as well, he had missed having that. 

The two of them, though? 

Acquaintances rather than stepsiblings, and he couldn’t pick between hating the frost between them or being thankful for the emotional distance, considering his feelings towards her. Feelings he doesn’t- can’t- talk about. 

They grew into their adult years together, and the older they got, the more he’s had to try to resist her, his rational brain reminding him of what it’d look like, the rest of his body yearning for her in ways he didn’t even know were possible. 

He’s also glad they both decided to stay home for college, so he can keep an eye on her, brotherly love and all that. Their house isn’t big, but three slim stories high, and he shares the top floor with her, his bedroom next to hers, a bathroom across the hall, blessedly far away from where their parents sleep one floor down. The walls are thin, too, so he can make sure she isn’t sneaking out at night, or taking phone calls she isn’t supposed to be having, and-

He's protective, sue him.

“Nick, have you seen my tanning oil?” she calls from just outside his door, making him look up from the video game he’s playing. 

His frustration runs deep, he’s getting fucking obliterated.

“It’s not in the cabinet?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking!”

“Maybe you left it downstairs yesterday?”

They’re on summer break, and every day, like clockwork, she spends her whole morning tanning her skin, lounging by the pool, reading a book. This past semester has been hard on her, he knows, so she didn’t exactly have time for a job on the side, which means going away on vacation is not in the cards for her right now. He’d love for them to go away together, he’d pay for it no problem, but there’s no way in hell she’d ever say yes to that, so he stays home and sulks. But only a little. He doesn’t mind.

He looks out the window and sees her stomping towards the sunbed, bending down in her tiny bikini that’s showing off her ass and straightening out with the bottle of oil clutched tightly in her hand. She turns towards where his window is and smiles at him, giving him a thumbs up that makes him feel warm on the inside. 

Here’s another thing he loves about having a room on this floor, apart from getting to share it with her: his big window has a very clear view of their garden including the pool, where he can watch her skimpy swimsuit-clad body, covered in oil, at that, for as long as he wants, but if he stands to the side just so, he also gets a glimpse of the spacious outdoor shower their parents insisted on building last summer. It’s perfect to rinse off in after the mud treatments they like to put on in their outdoor sauna, but also perfect to clean yourself in after you’ve doused your body in oil that you don’t want to soil the inside bathroom with, the way his sister prefers to do. He can’t see everything from there, especially not without getting caught- one look up and his hiding spot would be busted- but he can see enough to satisfy his need to feel closer to her, see more of her, his delusion of connection being fed plenty. 

And so he patiently waits for her to get tired of laying around, for her to start feeling too hot under the rays of the August sun, for her to pack up her stuff and languidly move to the shower. Nicholas gets up from his desk and discreetly positions himself just right, just to see enough of the shower. It’s built in a spiral with the showerhead in the middle, and she hangs up her silk robe outside and then walks in, hands already reaching behind herself to pull the strings of her top, making it fall away. This is a sight he’ll never grow tired of: her full breasts on display, perky nipples hard from the change in temperature, making his mouth water for a taste. He’d treat them so well, suck them so good. 

Next are her bottoms, and this is where his line of sight isn’t cutting it properly, he can’t see past the curve of her ass or the spot where her stomach becomes her mound, but he’s okay with it, okay with imagining it without knowing exactly. It makes it sweeter, in a way, lets the anticipation build for what he hopes will someday become an inevitability. 

Grabbing the bottle of shower gel from the rack on the wall and spreading it on her loofa generously, she starts cleaning herself, rubbing her small hands all over that smooth skin, getting rid of the oil that made her look shiny and lickable. Nicholas feels his cock stir but he doesn’t do anything about it, the risk of getting caught too high. He can explain away why he’s standing by his window, but there’s no explanation for why he’s looking outside with his cock in his hand. He just commits every moment to memory and jerks off after, that’s how it’s always been. 

Always, up until now, apparently, because she does something he’s never seen her do before: she leans against the wall, just outside of the stream of water, and lets one hand trail down her stomach, very obviously stopping at her pussy and keeping it there. Her other hand grabs at her breast as she throws her head back, and Nicholas audibly moans when he realizes that fuck, his stepsister is touching herself under the shower. He knows it’s wrong to watch, has known since the very first time he did, having to squash the guilt day in and day out, but he couldn’t look away now if he tried. 

Hand grabbing his cock through his shorts, he palms at the hardness of it, bites his lip when she does, wishes he could look down at her body the way she does, see what she’s doing to that undoubtedly sweet pussy of hers. It’s like his brain has been switched off when he plunges his hand into his underwear and grasps his rock hard dick, not pulling it out but giving himself enough room for movement as he desperately jerks it, speeding up when he sees her arm moving faster, not daring to shut his eyes as he watches her close hers and come with her face scrunched up. It doesn’t take him long and he’s right there with her, spilling his load hot all over himself, uncaring because what he just witnessed was the hottest thing of his life.

She sighs heavily, judging by the movement of her chest, and he sees her clean herself quickly before shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that’s hanging to the side.

He doesn’t stay to watch her walk out. 

*** 

He acts normal around her, because of course he does, what else is he supposed to do? They eat dinner together every night, as a family, they go to the movies every now and then, when there’s something good on and her friends are busy, he drives her home from parties, when his friends decide to drink and make him the designated driver of the group. 

Such is the case tonight, after a few students from their college had one too many at the bar crawl and he offered to take some of them home. After dropping off his last friend from the group, it’s just the two of them in the car.

“You never drink,” she mumbles, watching the streetlights as they drive by.

“Nope.”

“Why?”

“Just not my thing.”

She scoffs. “I feel like you’d be a lot more fun if you did.”

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. This is a level of honesty she wouldn’t allow herself without liquid courage. 

“Why’s that?”

“Dunno,” she shrugs. “You’re a little… stuck-up. Actually, no. You’re strict.”

He smiles softly.

“I guess I am. You had fun tonight?”

She grins at him when he looks over at her.

“Fuck yeah. Gave Sam my number, he said he’d text me tomorrow.” 

Jealousy flares in his chest, bright and ugly, and he grips the steering wheel to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret.

“Oh, really? I heard he’s bad news, (Y/N).”

She clicks her tongue, all sass, before she replies, “People talk, but it’s mainly bullshit. He’s a good guy.”

He lets her answer hang in the air, out of things to contribute to this stupid conversation. Fuckin’ Sam, of all people. 

After a while, she speaks up again.

“What about you? I never see you with anyone.”

He smiles to himself, shrugging.

“I date around a bit, nothing serious. I don’t have the capacity for it right now.”

I’m too focused on you, he doesn’t say. It’s been around two weeks since he’s had sex, choosing to hit up a girl from class every now and then, when his frustration gets too intense, but he’s not really interested in anything but the physical, with nobody. Well, nobody apart from his stepsister, of course.

They arrive at home, and he parks the car, turns it off and looks to his right where she’s sitting.

“Lots of girls have a crush on you, Nicholas,” she whispers, doesn’t look at him, “I hear them talk. They want you.”

He knows, but he doesn’t care.

“Yeah? And how does that make you feel, to hear them thirsting after your big brother?”

He’s tethering on an edge, here, and he’s aware of it. They don’t really talk about what they are to each other, they don’t really talk at all, actually, but he throws caution in the wind and hopes her drunk self will let him get away with it.

Her eyes are hard when they meet his, albeit for just a second.

“I think it’s stupid,” she mumbles, “none of them are good enough for you.” With that she undoes her seatbelt and gets out, bends down to look at him one more time, says, “Thank you for the ride, Nick,” and slams the door shut.

He sits there long after she’s walked into the house. 

*** 

When he hears a slight, insistent buzzing sound, he first thinks it’s tinnitus. He pops his ears, digs a knuckle in to try to make it stop before deciding that, nope, it’s not coming from within his head. It’s coming from the other side of the wall.

Seeing as the walls are paper-thin, Nicholas hears most of what goes on in her room, as does she when he doesn’t watch how loud he’s being in his.

He doesn’t listen to music loudly, instead he opts for using his headphones, because he knows she loves to read and prefers a quiet atmosphere to do so. She stops her singing and humming at around ten p.m., because she knows he’s a ridiculously light sleeper and can hear every sound she makes. They look out for each other, as siblings are supposed to, no matter their relation.

But he’s never heard buzzing before, especially not like this, it’s too drawn out for it to be her phone leaned against the wall, signaling a call. Is it a hair clipper? In her room? No way, why would she-

“Oh… oh, fuck,” he hears, her voice high and breathy, and-

Oh. Oh. 

Heat crawls up his neck as he lets the realization sink in, tries his best to stay still and not press his head against the wall to listen in further. He lasts exactly eleven seconds before he’s scooting across his bed to get as close as possible, to hear as much as he can. 

Her moans are stifled but they’re audible nonetheless, making his cock stir. The buzzing must be a vibrator, something she apparently has never used before, because he would’ve heard it if it was the same as this one. Or maybe she’s only used it when he was out of the house, which makes an uncomfortable feeling spread in his gut. Why is she hiding this from him? What else is she hiding from him? 

Nicholas reels himself in through the fog of horniness clouding his mind, reminds himself that she isn’t hiding anything, per se, reminds himself that she’s got a right to privacy, and he is crossing many lines by doing what he does, but. He can’t help it, alright? He needs her, he adores her. 

So he presses his ear against the wall above his headboard, works his pants open and takes his cock out, and bites his lip to keep from moaning right along with her as he listens to her labored breathing, the strong buzzing of the toy that’s pressed- into her pussy? against her pussy?- and the slight whimper that escapes her every now and then. He’s always only imagined what she’d sound like, but now he’s got her actual noises in his ears, and he saves those sounds to his spank bank to get off to forever. God, he can’t believe she’s so vocal even when she’s undoubtedly trying not to be. What a fucking treat she is for him. 

It's over faster than he’d like to admit but he can’t be embarrassed when this literal wet dream material landed in his lap, and after he’s made himself bust to the sound of her reaching her peak herself, biting his knuckles and doing everything in his power not to make a sound and scare her off, he takes his shirt off to wipe the mess with, not finding anything else within arm’s reach.

Deciding to wait a beat before going to the bathroom for a shower, he’s surprised to see her exiting her room at the exact same time he does, looking disheveled and holding a towel with something bundled up in it. No doubt that fucking toy. Her eyes widen comically when she sees him, stops in her tracks, and he can’t help the raise of his eyebrows either. 

“You go ahead,” he tells her, motioning to the bathroom.

“Nah,” she says, her cheeks coloring adorably, “I gotta shower, I’ll take a bit longer.”

He nods, suppresses a smirk.

“Okay, I’ll give you a knock when I’m done.” 

Feeling smug, he purposely takes his time, lets her stew in her discomfort. 

Walking back to his room, he gives her the promised knock before closing his door behind himself. He listens for her footsteps. It takes her almost five minutes to move. 

*** 

If you asked Nicholas if he’d describe himself as creepy, he’d flat-out tell you no. If you asked him if he’d call himself a perv, he’d have to think about it. If you, however, asked him if he’s got some serious sexual issues, he’d nod enthusiastically and ask you if you had the number of a good therapist. Or a priest. At this point, he’ll take any help he can get.

Because he knows this isn’t normal, knows it rationally, but the thing is that he’s a dude in his twenties who just so prefers to think with his cock, mainly, and so he doesn’t care. 

Plus, lately, she’s been a real tease. Nothing too crazy, subtility is her strong suit, but enough to drive him mad. When she sits herself down next to him at dinner, she’ll turn to him, put her feet up on his chair, under his thighs. 

“Please, warm them for me?” she’ll pout, making him roll his eyes in fake annoyance while his heartrate kicks up a notch. 

“You’re not even wearing socks!” he’ll snap, but of course he’ll warm her feet up.

She’s started tanning topless, but only when she’s on her stomach, not revealing too much, but more than she has before. The sight of her tits under the shower is still a treat, though. 

And, on top of it all, she’s started putting her clothes in his hamper. They each have their own hamper in the bathroom, right next to each other, and mix-ups have happened over the years, but three in one week is a bit much. First it was her shirt, then it was two pairs of socks, then her bra. He wordlessly put them into hers without thinking about it, but now he’s struggling.

Because now he’s looking at a thong, a worn thong, on top of the shirt he tossed in last night. How he knows it’s worn? There’s a tiny spot on the crotch, dried pussy juice, whatever it may be, but it suddenly makes his tongue feel heavy and the sight of it makes him think the only way to stop his brain from short circuiting is to put his mouth on it, which, no. Even for him, that is too far, he doesn’t do that.

What he does do, however, after he checks behind himself to make sure she isn’t coincidentally walking by at this exact moment, is pocket them, walk into his room with them heavy on his person, and when he shuts the door, he realizes he hasn’t taken a single breath the entire way there. 

His hands shake when they take the panties out, and his cock hardens so fast that it makes him dizzy for a second. He contemplates bringing them up to his nose and inhaling but decides against it. If he ever gets to smell her, he wants it to be her, fully, nothing else. Tossing them on the bed, he sits down, takes a minute to himself.

That must have fucking been on purpose, right? There is no way she didn’t do that for him to find it. No way. The thong was planted, presented, almost, she wanted him to see it and then what? What reaction is she expecting? He won’t give her a direct one, that’s for damn sure. It’s too risky, what if it really was accidental, he’d make himself look like an absolute psycho.

Resolute, he decides not to do anything about it yet, not regarding her, at least. By himself, that’s another story entirely. He’s undoing his pants before he knows it, taking off his shirt and getting completely naked. Nick leans back against his headboard, gets comfortable among the pillows, and starts playing with his cock slowly.

He's hard, wet already, throbbing, but he takes his time, teases the tip, imagines it’s her tongue instead. Grabbing the panties, he wraps them around his base, makes sure they’re on properly and holds them with one hand while his other speeds up, eager to get off. The sight of that lacy black material around his dick, the contrast similar to how it’d be if he just got her on her back, pulled them to the side and slid into her hot cunt, that thought driving him insane, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

He comes with a shout and isn’t even ashamed of it, makes sure to let his semen run along his shaft and pool on the material of the thong, let it get soaked a little, before he takes it away completely and uses it to wipe away what he can. For the rest he uses a tissue from his bedside table. 

It takes him a while to build that courage up, but he walks to her hamper, puts her ruined underwear at the very top of the dirty pile of her laundry.

Hours later, at night when everyone’s asleep and regret hits him, panic grips at his throat, he goes through it again, can’t find the damn pair of panties among the same pile of clothes.

Nobody in the house did the laundry today, he knows, he’s been the only one at home the entire time.

*** 

Their parents have no qualms about going on vacation for a few weeks and leaving their kids at home alone, and he’s absolutely fine with it for the most part, if only she wasn’t so insistent on letting her rebellious streak show now that nobody can correct her, partying every damn night and showing up at all times of the morning, leaving him worried sick.

“At least have the fucking decency to let me know when you won’t be coming home, so I don’t worry,” he snaps at her after the fourth night of her going out.

“You’re not my fucking father,” she hisses and leaves, skirt too short and heels too high, leaving Nicholas boiling with rage.

It’s only a small surprise when, one day, he walks into the living room after a post-lunch nap and catches her on the couch, straddling Sam. He had forgotten about the guy, about her telling him that they’d exchanged numbers, and he feels the bright hot mix of jealousy and anger make its way into his blood stream.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, smirks when they jump apart, ending their little make out session, “who do we have here?”

She glares at him with her mouth red and wet, panting slightly, and if he had any less self-control, he’d grab her by the throat and drag her off this loser’s lap.

“Nicholas, hey dude,” Sam chuckles, a little embarrassed and a lot sheepish as she gets off his lap, stands up with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Let’s go up to my room, Sam,” she says, is about to pull him up when Nicholas’ loud laugh interrupts her, makes her whip her head around to look at him.

Stop being weird, her gaze tells him, but she has no clue how normal he’s being right now, has no clue what it is he wants to do instead. 

“I don’t fucking think so, (Y/N),” he snarls, leans against the wall with his arms crossed as well. Two can play this game. “Samuel, you were just about to leave, weren’t you.”

“Actually, I- I wasn’t really-“

“Wasn’t a question.”

“Nick!” she hisses, looks at him with wide-eyed fury, “What the fuck are you doing? Sam, you really don’t have to leave, let’s just go upstairs.” 

“(Y/N),” Nicholas starts, grit teeth and dark eyes, “I said he’s leaving, end of story.” 

“Hey, it’s all good, babe,” Sam says, and even though that nickname makes Nicholas’ stomach turn, he appreciates that the boy has at least some respect left. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble. I’ll see you around, yeah?”

He presses a kiss to her cheek and grabs his backpack, walks past Nicholas with a small nod and disappears through the door. The silence he leaves behind is deafening as they look at each other, and she’s spitting mad, he can tell, shaking with it.

She grits, “What the fuck was that?” 

He shrugs, tries to act nonchalant, tries to keep control over the situation.

“You’re not going to hang out with him again, okay?”

“What?” she yells, disbelief coloring her voice.

“Lower your fuckin’ tone when speaking to me,” he hisses, stalks over to her and grabs her by the shoulders. “Sam is a piece of shit, and I will not let my sister hang around people like him, am I understood? You won’t see him again.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

He doesn’t think, just for a second, and suddenly his hand is at her throat, slamming her against the wall and crowding into her. He can’t consider his next steps, the ringing in his ears is too loud.

“Who the fuck do you think I am, huh? It’s enough now, (Y/N)! It’s enough!”

There’s fear in her eyes as she stares up at him, pulse hammering under his fingertips, but she doesn’t fight him, doesn’t struggle against him. 

He cages her in, lips a hair-width from hers as he gently whispers, “Now, what is it that you’re not going to do anymore?”

She swallows hard, a movement that’s constricted by his tight grip.

“S-see Sam,” she whimpers, not taking her gaze off him.

Nicholas smiles. 

“Atta girl,” he praises, moves the knuckle of his other hand along her cheekbone. “And while we’re at it, you’re not going to any more parties, okay? Four in a row are enough, don’t you think?” She gives him a jerky nod, wordless but appeasing, nonetheless. “Very good, wasn’t so hard, now, was it?” he smiles, condescension dripping from every syllable, watching her shake her head no before he lets instinct take over and presses a kiss to her forehead, all loving brother like. “Now go up to your room, I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

She’s out of his grasp before he can even step away fully.

He serves dinner silently, chicken and mac’n’cheese, her favorite. She whispers a small thank you and digs in, doesn’t look at him. Nicholas knows he might have gone a bit far today, especially so suddenly, but he only did it for her. The stories about Sam really did make their rounds, and he’d hate for his little sister to be known as one of that scumbag’s girls. Fuck no. 

“’m sorry about today,” he says after he’s let the atmosphere settle. “I should’ve been gentler, less angry, maybe. But I really am just worried about you, (Y/N), you can understand that, can’t you?”

It takes her a beat before she can look at him, chewing her food slowly. He gives her a small smile, encouraging, he hopes. He puts his hand on the table, palm up, looks at it then looks at her. She’s eyeing him with distrust before exhaling deeply, slowly, oh so slowly, reaching out and putting her hand in his.

His heart is threatening to beat out of his chest- they don’t touch, not ever- but he’s grateful. He considers it an accepted peace offering.

“I know,” she mumbles, “I was just… excited. About him liking me. I know it was probably a stupid thing of me to do.” 

“It was,” he says, keeping his tone gentle, “but it’s okay, I’m here to fix it if needed, okay? I’m your big brother, I’ll help you.”

“You keep saying that,” she notes, eyes hard but tone unsure. “That- that you’re my brother. But you aren’t, not really. We aren’t related.” 

He hums, thinks about how he should react without giving too much away. She’s right, they aren’t, but he needs her to trust him the way she would if they were. 

“We’re family in all the ways that matter, (Y/N). Okay?” he decides to say, squeezes her hand with the corners of his mouth tucked up.

That’s enough for her, apparently, because she gives him a nod and goes back to eating her dinner. When he lets go of her hand, she keeps it on the table, just within reach. 

He takes it as a sign, he’s going to be okay. 

She spends the entire next day in bed, not going outside once, and he knows because he hears that damn toy buzzing. His dick and his palm are sore by the time evening rolls around, because after all, he had to at least try to match her one for one. At least Sam is nowhere to be found, and Nick intends to keep it that way.

*** 

It sneaks in slowly, the need to be more involved, to order her around. It shows up at lunch, at dinner, one more piece of broccoli, one more scoop of rice. 

“Are you on a diet or somethin’? You’ve barely eaten.”

“Guess my appetite isn’t very big today.”

“C’mon, have some more.” Silence. “Hey, (Y/N).” A wide-eyed look. “For me?” A tiny smile, a shrug, a nod.

He refills her plate, an itsy-bitsy portion, and smiles when she eats it. He doesn’t want her to start feeling unwell now that she wakes up late and skips breakfast altogether, he needs to take care of her when their parents aren’t around. Nicholas isn’t the type to control anyone’s food intake, that would be ridiculous, but he doesn’t want her to miss out on her nutrients. 

Sometimes, she doesn’t let him.

“I really am full, I’ll have the leftovers tomorrow.”

He concedes, smiles at her. 

“Okay, I’ll put the rest in the fridge. The container is microwave proof, yeah?”

“’kay. Thank you, Nick.”

When he passes by her, he decides to be impulsive and bend down, press a kiss to the top of her head. He feels himself blush when she preens under his touch. It’s not weird, it’s a show of appreciation between stepsiblings. 

He’s walking by the bathroom, snacking on a banana, when he sees her standing in front of the mirror and curling her hair. Nick stops, leans against the doorframe and takes a bite.

“You going out in that?” he asks, motions with the half-eaten banana.

She turns, surprised, looks down at herself.

“Yeah, why? You don’t like it?”

“Where are you going?”

“Getting coffee with the girls.”

He hums, looks her up and down, unashamed in his staring. She may think it’s for the outfit, he knows it’s for her delicious body. 

“I feel like a flowy skirt would be cute. Or a dress, I don’t know. Nothing too short.”

She nods, looks at her baggy jeans.

“Want me to change?” her tone is genuine when she asks, none of the usual snark audible in it.

Nicholas chews slowly, looks to the side, unsure what to do. She’s letting him do this, giving it to him.

“Do you want to?”

“If… if you want me to, then yeah.”

He nods, finishes the bite, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah, change into that olive green tennis skirt you have. It’ll go well with your top.” 

She smiles brightly, nods. 

“Okay, I will.” He’s just about to turn and walk away when she calls, “Thank you, big brother.” 

He throws her a smile over his shoulder and scurries away to dispose of the banana peel. His dick is hard in his pants.

Before she walks out, she knocks on his door, steps in when he allows it.

“Like this?” she asks, twirls once to let him see the full outfit.

She’s so fucking cute, he can’t decide if he wants to wrap her up in his arms forever or fuck her ‘til she’s crying.

He beckons her closer with his index finger, reaches out to touch the hem of her skirt once she’s close enough, pulls at it, like he’s assessing the material.

“Much better,” he rasps, smiles up at her from where he’s sitting at his desk chair. “Have fun, pretty. Call me if you need anything.”

She nods, smile so wide the corners of her eyes are crinkling, and she leaves. He exhales deeply, a warm feeling in his chest. This is going better than he could’ve imagined. 

“Come watch this movie with me,” he says, popcorn already in his lap, finger about to press play on the remote.

“I was gonna go to sleep… I’m so tired.”

That’s what she had said the past two nights, as well, only to stay up to fuck herself until well after midnight. It really must be a new toy, he thinks, her obsession with it, with getting off, way too intense for it to be anything but a new sensation. He knows she’s not a virgin, much to his dismay, but he has no clue if she gets fucked on the regular. Nick���s been making it difficult for her as well, he knows, not letting her out of the house too late.

“C’mon, just a bit? If you fall asleep, I’ll carry you upstairs.”

“I don’t know, Nick…”

“(Y/N),” he starts, voice stern now, “come sit down with me. It’s been a while since we last just spent time together.”

Reluctantly, she stomps her way over to him, annoyed. She does sit down, though, he’ll give her that, doesn’t even put too much distance between them. He smiles, presses play and leans back, enjoying the intro. She takes a handful of popcorn when he holds the bowl out to her but declines a second, which he’s fine with. 

It doesn’t take long for her to start squirming. 

First, it’s just some movement back and forth, it can pass as burrowing into the couch cushions, getting comfortable. Then it’s crossing and uncrossing her legs, over and over again, before she gives up with a humph and sits still. That lasts all of five minutes before she moves again, tucking her legs under her, then putting her weight on her right hip, then her left, shuffling around until he loses his patience.

“Could you stop fucking moving, what is your problem?” he snaps, looks over to her furrowed brows and mouth turned into a frown.

“I can’t get comfy!” she says, a slight whine in her voice, and he doesn’t know if she’s being bratty or if she really is just frustrated. 

“Just sit your ass down, (Y/N), it can’t be that hard.” 

“Whatever,” she mumbles and stays in the position she is in.

That is, until her squirming starts up again not even ten minutes later, with her sitting on her hands, then wringing them between her thighs, making him unable to focus on the movie. 

“That’s it,” he growls and without a second thought he hauls her up, ignores her screech of protest as he positions her between his thighs, holds her upper body tight while his legs secure hers.

“Nicholas, what the fuck?! Let me go!”

“What the fuck you so restless for, huh?” he breathes against her ear, but it’s in no way sexual. He needs her to hold still.

“Just let me go up to my room, please,” she whines, throws her head back, and he wonders what the hell has gotten into her when he remembers that, oops, he has been keeping her from going upstairs to play with her little friend.

His stepsister is horny, he realizes. 

A dirty smirk spreads along his face as he grips her tighter, makes her lean against him as he cages her in.

“Why? What’s so important in your room?” he asks, all fake cluelessness, loves watching her squirm when trying to come up with an answer.

She’s hot all over now, he can feel it, and he enjoys it massively. 

“Nothing, ‘m just sleepy, please- Nick, c’mon! This is fucked up!” 

She thrashes against him, but she’s got no chance, there’s a reason why he works out six days a week, and when she’s tired herself out enough, she goes limp against him.

“Tell ya what,” Nichola says, smug in how conversational he sounds, how nonchalant as he repositions her, puts her against his side, her wrists clutched in one strong hand and her leg hiked up against his stomach where he holds her thigh firmly, doesn’t let her get away. Her core is pressed against his hipbone, partially his thigh, and he feels like he’s dreaming as he does this, like this isn’t real life with real life consequences, that’s how badly he wants it. “If you need it that badly, you’ll give it to yourself against my hip, okay? But that’s the only way, (Y/N), you hear me? The only way.”

Her eyes are wide as saucers where they’re staring at him, mouth agape. She’s so small like this, clutched in his grip, and he wishes he could kiss her, but it’s not time for that, not yet. 

“W-what?” she whispers faintly.

“You heard me. If you need it, then this is how you’ll do it. And if not, then you’ll sit here, all still and pretty, and finish this movie with me. And when I let you go up to your room, you won’t touch, am I understood?”

“You’re fucking insane,” she spits, eyes on fire but her cheeks are red.

Nicholas chuckles, shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

He continues watching the movie and pays her no mind apart from making sure his grip stays too tight for her to get out of. Her breathing is hard, audible, but he ignores it, acts like she’s the weirdo for thinking that this is weird, and when she finally starts squirming again, he has to bite his lip to suppress a smirk.

“Why are you making me do this?” she whispers through a huff, decidedly not looking at him.

“’m not making you do anything. It’s your decision whether you wanna be good or not.”

She scoffs. “You’re so messed up. I can’t believe I have to fucking live with you, put up with… with this shit.”

He shrugs, nonplussed. He knows she doesn’t mean it. Their relationship has never been lovey-dovey, but they’ve never been outright nasty to each other, not even during the hardest times of adjusting in the beginning. 

“Shut up and watch the movie, (Y/N),” he says, dismisses her, enjoys how she’s stewing in her anger and frustration.

It’s miniscule when it starts, the slight flexing of her thighs. Nicholas can feel it, but he doesn’t move, lets her do her thing in the hopes that she’ll get bolder with it, give herself over to her needs. He imagines her clenching her pussy, trying to get friction on her clit that way, wonders how she prefers to come. A strong exhale snaps him out of his thoughts, the way she moves further down his body, again, seeming like she’s settling in against him, but he knows she’s looking for a good angle. 

The fact that her subtility- usually a trait she possesses perfectly- goes flying out the window once she’s horny enough, needy enough, is something he stows away to use against her later, when he needs it. He’s observant, sue him, it’s just natural. 

A few minutes pass before she takes the next step, tightening her leg around him through a cough, ridiculously so. Why’d she have to cough, he thinks bemusedly, it’s not a sound she’s trying to cover up, but a movement. Wide hips and an undoubtedly needy cunt, that’s what she’s currently rolling against him, slowly and irregularly. He feels frustrated for her, there’s no way this is doing anything to help, and it shows in the way she huffs every now and then, impatience building.

“Just do it,” he whispers, keeps his voice calm and his chest even despite his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “You can, what’re you scared of?”

The breath rushing out of her lungs is shaky as she turns her head and buries her face in his shoulder, a groan escaping her.

“Please, Nick,” she whines- sobs, almost- as he trails his hand down to her tailbone, pushes her flush against him, encourages her to rotate her hips and rub herself against him.

“That’s a good girl, just like that,” Nicholas whispers, nose in her hair, smelling the faint scent of roses. “Give in, that’s it. You can make yourself feel good, it’s okay.”

She positions herself so she gets more of his thigh between her legs and starts humping him in earnest, breathing open-mouthed against his shoulder, and he so badly wishes she would look at him, wants to see the flush on her cheeks and the tears in her eyes. 

“Does that feel good? Tell me, (Y/N).” She nods, but he isn’t satisfied. “Use your words like a big girl, c’mon. Don’t go dumb on me yet.” 

Her whine is high-pitched as she takes a moment to gather the courage, but when she does speak, it makes his cock jump where it’s trapped in his pants. 

“Y-yeah, ‘s good… oh, oh fuck.”

When he’s sure she won’t bolt, he lets go of her arms, snakes his hands around her body and guides her movements. Her hands immediately hold onto his torso, face burying in his neck, moist breath against his skin. This feels so much like heaven that he’s dizzy with it. 

“Yeah, that’s nice, ain’t it? Atta girl.”

Her movements are precise, he knows she’s found a way to make it good, to hit her desired spot just right by the way her body is bound tight, and her breathing is labored, words stuttered. That’s all he can see with her gorgeous face turned away from him, but he’ll get there. He grabs her ass and grinds his thigh into her pussy, grins at her surprised moan.

“Holy fuck,” she hisses, cants her hips back and forth across a good spot.

“Yeah, that’s it, just like that. Needed it badly, didn’t you? Your cunt’s been desperate all evening, huh?”

She nods, gives him a broken confirmation, whines when he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls.

“Nnngh, Nick, I need- ugh, I can’t-“

“Yes, you can. Look at me, (Y/N). C’mon, look at me, baby.” 

He’s pushing it with the nickname, but he doesn’t care, not when his dick is leaking steadily in his pants, needy to feel her. Not yet, though, he needs to play his cards right. 

When she looks up it knocks the breath out of his chest, the way her lips are bitten raw, her eyes glazed over, cheeks covered by a pink blush and a slight sheen of sweat. She’s so hot for it, and he’s so hot for her, and he needs her to come so he can go to his room and jerk off while thinking of exactly this scenario for… forever, probably. He’ll never get her out of his system, he just knows it, his baby stepsister anchored deep in his soul.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes, resists the urge to kiss her, but he does put a thumb to her lips and lets her suck a kiss into the pad of it while her hips work tirelessly to get her pussy off. “From now on, whenever you need it this badly, you come to me, okay? You ask me and I’ll help you. Am I making myself clear, (Y/N)?”

She nods dazedly, furrows her brows as her hips start speeding up.

“Y-yeah, Nick, I’ll ask you. Need it, need t’a ask you, need it.”

Nicholas’ heart swells three sizes at her promise and he decides to let her tumble over the edge, grinds his thigh into her center and pushes her ass down to meet the thrusts, smiles wickedly when her eyes roll back.

“You’re gonna come, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, yes-“

“Gonna cream your panties on your big stepbrother’s thigh? That what you need?” Forehead meeting his shoulder, she whines through a pathetic nod, lets him move her up and down before he whispers, “Let go baby. Show me how you come for your brother, c’mon.”

“Nicholas, fuck!”

The sound she makes when she releases rivals an angel choir, breathy and high and so full of ecstasy, he feels he could come right there with her, completely untouched. She rides it out, humps his thigh until she’s shuddering, until she collapses on top of his body to catch her heaving breath.

Nicholas can’t help but pull her tighter against him, hold her through her aftershocks, uncaring about the consequences, about being pushed away. She wouldn’t, no fucking way she would, not when she’s this vulnerable and he’s this willing to help her through any situation. 

They stay like that for a little before he reaches down to take her by the chin, pull her head up to look at him. There are unshed tears in her eyes, a wobbly lip, but he can’t be the one dealing with this now. She needs to settle in on her own. 

“You did so well, ‘m proud of you,” he smiles, shakes her face a little, “you okay?”

Taking a beat, she nods her head, albeit a little hesitantly. 

He smiles at that, lets go of her and darts his eyes to the stairs. 

“Good. Off you go then, get cleaned up and then get in bed. And no touching, yeah?” 

She gets up on wobbly legs, steadies herself against the back of the couch as she slowly makes her way to the stairs. Before she disappears, he calls her name, makes her turn around.

“And remember,” he says, grin smug, “you come to me. Always come to me.”

*** 

It’s summer, and it’s way too hot, and Nicholas usually finishes his daily swim before she even wakes up, but today he decides to take it easy and wait for her to take her usual place on the sunbed before he strides out to cool off in the pool.

They haven’t talked about what happened two nights ago, and they won’t, he knows, not explicitly anyway. Luckily, she isn’t avoiding him, the atmosphere when they’re around each other rather comfortable. It’s a little unnerving and a lot surprising, he must admit, but Nicholas has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

The way she’s watching him jump into the water, do his laps, lean against the side of the pool to take a breather- none of it goes unnoticed, and he enjoys it immensely. He doesn’t show off on purpose, doesn’t need to, sees her biting her lip at his usual demeanor, no exaggeration needed. When he’s counted his fifty, he heaves himself up and gets out of the pool, her eyes tracking the way his biceps bulge. A smirk makes its way onto his face, all smug, and he doesn’t even try to hide it.

Taking his towel, he wipes his face dry before spreading it across the sunbed next to hers, laying down.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, hiding his eyes behind a pair of shades.

“Already did, didn’t you?”

He hums. “Guess I did.”

“Want some tanning oil?”

“Depends,” he says, dares to, “will you rub it on me?”

Her snort is full of humor, thank God.  

“Fuck no.”

“Then no, thank you.”

He loves their little banter, is fond of it, endlessly grateful that it hasn’t changed since that one fateful night. The silence stretches as they lay there, letting the rays of the sun warm their skin, and soon enough he hears shuffling coming from her side. Looking up, he can see her gathering her stuff. 

“Leaving already?”

She nods. “It’s Nina’s birthday dinner tonight, and I still need to get ready.”

“You’ll show me your outfit before you leave, right?”

Even though he’s phrased it like a question, she knows damn well that it’s an order. This pleases him.

“Yes, of course.”

She’ll go to the shower as she always does, but before she can, he decides to let his little stepsister in on a secret. She’s earned it, after all, being such a good girl for him.

“Have I ever told you that the window in my room gives me a near perfect view of the inside of our outdoor shower?” he lies conversationally, giving her a blinding smile.

Every muscle in her body tenses momentarily before she turns her head towards him ever so slowly. Her hard swallow is audible, even out here, even to him.

“No,” she rasps, voice shaky, “You never told me that, Nicholas.”

“Hm. Well, just thought you should know.”

He leaves it at that, lays back on his back, trying hard not to smirk. He can sense how this admission is fucking her up on the inside, the shock and the danger tied to it. 

He’s so sure she’ll let it go, but as has become a theme with her, she takes him by surprise when she asks, “Did you only notice? Or… did you- did you watch? Me?”

Brave little girl, he’s almost proud.

Keeping his voice borderline bored, he replies, “I watched, a little. You don’t seriously believe I could look away from a pretty little thing like you, (Y/N).”

He pulls his shades down a little and eyes her body, gives her a nasty smirk before leaning back again.

When she huffs, stalks away to get into that damn shower, he gives her all of ten seconds before he’s after her, sneaking in behind her and catching her just in time to see her bikini top fall away. When she spots him leaning against the entrance, a gasp escapes her, hands flying up to cover herself.

The gesture makes him scoff, all ridicule. 

“Please,” he says, looks her in the eye, “nothing I ain’t seen before, sweetheart.”

A frown makes its way onto her face, petulant and bratty in a way she usually isn’t, and she slowly lowers her hands, gives him an eyeful of her tits. They’re even more gorgeous up-close, and he chuckles dirtily, looks his fill.

“That’s so unfair, Nick,” she tuts, “You look at mine but won’t show me yours?”

His smile softens a little. 

“You’re lookin’ at it,” he says, arms out as if to say: there ya go! “I haven’t seen anything past your waistline, (Y/N).” The look she gives him is skeptical, but he knows what sincerity looks like, knows how to make it visible on his own face. She believes him. “Unless, you want to, of course. In which case…”

A pointed glance at her bikini bottoms has her cross her arms over her chest, scoffing.

“You wish,” she snaps, turns around and ends the conversation.

He lets her.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. But remember your one rule, yeah? You need it, you ask your big brother for help. Got it?”

When she scoffs, doesn’t say anything, chooses to ignore him, he lets himself lose a tiny thread of patience. Three steps take him towards her where he grabs her soaking wet hair, really drives his fingertips into her scalp, and yanks her back so hard her knees buckle through her obnoxious shriek.

“I asked you something, (Y/N),” he hisses, uncaring that her frantic nod makes her cause herself pain, pulling at her hair like that.

She’s grabbing at his arm as she yelps, “Yes, yes I got it, Nicholas, I got it-“

“Good,” he grits, shoves her away from him and eyes her up and down before leaving the shower, leaving her to carefully pat at her surely burning scalp. 

He had to leave, or he would’ve done some damage. Nicholas hates when she ignores him. 

Despite everything, or maybe even because of it, she knocks on his door later to get his approval for her outfit. He takes his time looking at her, makes her twirl for him, reaches under her shirt to make sure the material is thick enough to keep her warm throughout the evening. Nicholas makes her bend down as he kisses her cheek sweetly, resting his forehead against her temple.

“’m sorry,” he apologizes again, truly feeling sour at his outburst, “you be careful, and call me if you need anything, yeah?”

She nods, doesn’t say anything for a long moment before she moves her face, presses a kiss to his forehead. A soft smile directed at him is the last thing he sees before she leaves. 

*** 

It’s been a while since he’s heard the buzzing from the other side of the wall, and now that it’s cutting through the comfortable silence on this warm evening, it makes red hot fury rise in his chest.

Nicholas would consider himself a patient, understanding young man, but with how she’s been playing him, he doesn’t see his positive traits lasting for much longer. He’s been clear, twice now- made her repeat his rule, even- and yet she’s in there, defiling her precious cunt with that… that fucking toy. He hates it.

Without thinking much about it he walks out of his room and steps in front of her door, that annoying sound following him like the plague, before he bursts into her bedroom, stopping in his tracks at the scene before him.

The scoff leaves his lips before he can hold it back. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She’s on her back, legs bent and in the air, hands hidden between her thighs. The wide-eyed look she gives him- full of fear and shock- makes his gut churn. That fucking sound. He needs it off, right now.

“That fucking-“ he snaps, walks over to her and snatches the damn thing out of her hands, turns it off and throws it on the bed. Impulse has him grip her throat, revel in the way her pulse is hammering against his palm, pull her close, terrified gaze meeting his stormy eyes. He doesn’t care. He told her, and now look at her disrespect. “What the fuck did I tell you, huh?”

“Nicholas, wh- what are you-“

He shakes her, not gently, grabs her hair in his other hand so she’d look at him. “What is your rule, (Y/N)? Hm? The one fucking rule I gave you, and here you are, breaking it, fucking-“ he blindly pats the bed in search for the toy, finds it, holds it up to her, “-for this? This thing? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

She doesn’t comprehend, he can tell, and although he usually loves when he’s got her speechless and dumb, now it just pisses him off beyond belief. There’s no way she didn’t know, no fucking way she didn’t know.

“Explain yourself,” he hisses, grips her tighter, wedges himself between her spread thighs and does his best to ignore the warmth emitting from that place. He’s willing to give her a chance, and she better not waste it. 

“I- I didn’t-“ she whimpers, swallows, “I didn’t know you were being- being actually serious, I… I was s-scared.”

The tears in her eyes are threatening to overflow and Nicholas feels his cock twitch at that. Good, let her cry.

He scoffs. “And you expect me to believe that, after everything?”

“What if I had been wrong and you had been fucking with me all along?” she yells, then, surprises him with the way she fights through the tremor in her voice. “You would’ve deemed me a freak and- and shunned me, and then what? Then I’d be without a brother, and- I’d hate- hate that. So much. Fuck!”

He can feel his gaze soften along with his grip on her hair, butterflies exploding in his stomach. His little stepsister needs him, needs him way more than he needs her, apparently, needs him in a way that is so beyond sexual that it makes his head spin. He can work with that, will work with that, until she’s nothing but a thin thread wrapped around his little finger, nothing but a miniscule puddle of putty in his wide palm. 

He suppresses a smirk, turns it into a warm smile, instead. 

“Oh, baby,” he coos, scoots closer and rests his forehead against hers, feels her heaving chest and warm breath, “you’ll never be without me again, you hear me? There’s nothing you could do that would turn me away from you. Now that we’re siblings, this shit is forever, do you understand? Tell me, (Y/N).”

Her eyes are screwed shut but she nods at his demand, inhales deeply and exhales slowly, calming herself like a big girl. His big girl.

“Ye-yeah, I guess,” she murmurs, “I do now.”

He hums, leans in and presses their mouths together, a dry press with explosive consequences. His heart starts hammering in his chest when she lets out a sigh against his lips, and he breaks away with a smile, looks her in the eye.

“Okay?”

She nods, licks her red, red lips. Another kiss, just as chaste. He won’t give in, not yet. 

“Now,” he starts, puts the bass back in his voice, “this… this can’t go unpunished, though, you get that, right?”

Her eyes widen while her brows furrow, confusion evident on that gorgeous face. He looks at her sheepishly.

“W-why? It wasn’t, like, on purpose.”

Nick chuckles, finds the toy easily, turns it over in his hands. It’s slightly sticky where it’s been pressed against her, but he doesn’t mind. He intends to make it messier. 

“Accidents can happen, of course,” he drawls, allows, “but this early on in our relationship? Nah, don’t think so.”

With that he switches the toy on, leans back and pushes her thighs apart, moves slow and deliberate. Her gaze stays questioning up until he presses the buzzing vibrator against her cunt fully, watches when her leg twitches. She’s beautiful down here, wet and swollen, lips that will frame the fat length of his cock nicely, a sweet little clit that he’ll love to torture to completion. He’s got so many plans for her, but for now he ignores the salivating of his mouth and focuses his eyes on her rolled back ones, turns the vibe up a notch and smirks wickedly.

“You wanted to come, little sister?” he asks, chuckles darkly, “I’ll make you come. Over and over and over, until you beg me to stop.” Another press of the button, another violent lurch of her upper body that he holds down no problem, “And when you do start to beg,” he hisses, presses closer, revels in her whining and gasping, “I will ignore it, and make this pussy sob for me again, you hear me?” 

Nicholas smiles as she comes, spasms so hard he almost loses his tight grip on her, but thankfully his body is big enough to keep her thighs apart around it. Where only minutes ago he hated the sound of this little tool, he now ignores it expertly, presses it against her clit and appreciates the help it gives him. Her wails, the punching of her fists against the mattress through her next orgasms would alert everyone in the house if it weren’t empty, and he can’t wait to hear those sounds when he’s got her impaled on his dick.

“Please, no more, no-“

“Take it,” he says, flicks his wrist, “Give me more, c’mon.”

“Nicholas, I can’t!” she sobs, grabs the sheets to hold on to something, to bear the assault on her cunt better. “Hurts, Nick, please, hurts!”

“Good,” he smiles, turns it all the way up after her fifth peak, “Let it hurt, baby, let this pussy submit to me. Let her say her goodbyes to this goddamn thing,” he can’t help but snarl, “I’ll be all you need from now on, yeah, everything this pussy needs. Your big brother, your owner, all in one, huh?” 

Her last orgasm has her thrash against his hold, throwing her head back, but he keeps his hand right where it hurts the most, forces her to ride it out until her bones shake with it. 

When he finally, finally turns the toy off and tosses it aside, he carefully gathers her shivering body in his arms, holds her face against his neck and rocks her back and forth. Nick makes sure her legs stay spread where they’re shaking uncontrollably, makes sure nothing toucher her overstimulated pussy. It’ll take her a while to stop crying, he guesses, he doesn’t want to draw it out more than necessary. 

Say what you want about him, but he’s no monster. 

When her breath has evened out and her tremors have subsided, he lets his hand find her hair and grip it once more, firmly, not cruelly. Looking into her eyes, he smiles, kisses her lips, whispers, “What’s your rule, little sister?”

She shudders but replies, “Wh-when I want to come, I tell you. I ask you for help.” 

He nods, gets up slowly, adjusts his rock-hard cock in his pants. Her wide eyes track every movement, but he stays resilient, turns to leave the room but changes his mind. Two steps take him back to her where he grabs her, pries her mouth open forcefully, spits inside where a whimper is fighting its way out, cracks his hand across one rosy, tear-streaked cheek and gets off on the shocked sob that escapes her.

Straightening out, he moves to the door.

“And don’t you dare ever fucking forget it.”

*** 

It’s not like he’s got some masterplan when it comes to her, it’s not like he’s calm and collected and in control of his mind and body, it’s just that he has strong instincts and even stronger impulses and he can’t help but act on them, not in his life outside of this house he’s sharing with her, but here? Definitely, evidently. 

He isn’t in control, not really, because he loses his mind little by little, every day. When she passes by him on her way to the fridge and drives her hand through his hair, when she smiles at him from where she’s laying on the sunbed, when she lets him watch her shower. The way she asks if he approves of her outfit, if she should make him food, if she can have a hug. 

She’s never asked for a kiss, but he gives her some anyway, knows she wants them by the way she melts into the touches, lets his tongue roam around in that sinful mouth, lets him pull her closer by the grip on her ass. 

The first time Nicholas gives her his cock, not fully, but pushes it between her lips, is when they’re under the shower.

It goes like this: she beckons him to follow her into the outdoor shower so he can oversee that she really does get clean, as he does often, points to her body parts and smiles when she drags her loofah along that spot. He helps her where she can’t reach, gets her back for her, the backs of her thighs, scrubs her clean really well. He’s in his swimwear so he doesn’t mind getting wet, pulls her against his chest, her ass pressed to his crotch, soaps up her tits, massages them, pinches her hard nipples and chuckles at her moan.

Strong hands drift down lower, over her stomach and down to where he knows her cunt is already clenching, getting wet. 

“Have to clean this dirty pussy as well, don’t we?” he whispers before spreading her open with one hand, driving between her folds with the other.

He keeps this step clinical for the most part, takes his time as her breaths starts to get shallow, all the way up until she gives in and with her bottom lip clutched between those perfect teeth asks him, “Big brother, can you please make me come?”

Oh, he’ll never tire of this.

“Of course, baby,” he replies, because this is for him as much as her. Moreso for him, probably. 

Her twitching clit feels hard under his pointer finger where he’s circling it, drawing down to her hole to gather some of her juices to make the glide better, making sure to keep her out of the spray of the water. As expected, her eyes are glued to what he’s doing between her wide hips, moaning softly with every swipe of his finger.

“Mmm, what have we got here?” he asks teasingly as he lets two of his fingers circle her entrance, two because he knows she can take it, “A hungry little hole, hm?” 

They push in easily, make her breath hitch, and he maneuvers them so they’re standing under the shower stream, so it’s aimed right at her exposed clit. His stepsister spasms, but he holds her tightly. The water banging down on her swollen nub, his fingers pressing against that gorgeous spot inside of her, his voice whispering delicious filth in her ear- she’s naïve if she ever thought she stood a chance.

She comes with a silent cry, lets him bear the weight of her shaking body as she lets the sensations overcome her, moans as he talks her through it, good fucking girl, that’s my babysis, if only I had known about how sweet this cunt is, give it to me, just like that, tight little hole and it’s all for me.

When she sinks to her knees slowly, he doesn’t protest. Unsure if the wetness on her face is from the water or her tears, he decides to take it easy on her, pats her head and soothes her as she buries her face in his soaked swim shorts. She finds the tent in them easily, mouths at it, looking up at him from under her clumped lashes.

He scoffs, fondness in every dangerous syllable as he says, “Don’t bare your throat to me unless you want me to fuck it.”

But his little girl, God bless her neediness, soldiers on, licks a stripe up to his navel so his hands would have enough space to pull his shorts down. Mind hazy with the view she’s giving him- her little body beneath him, submitting on her knees- he grabs his cock as it springs free, feeds it into her panting mouth and groans when she doesn’t stop swallowing him down, lets him into the depths of this fuckhole. The bobbing and sucking that immediately follow has him hold on to the wall, knees weak.

“Yeah, yes,” he laughs, delirious with lust, “That’s a good girl, fuck. Who’s been fucking my little sister, huh? Who’s been teaching you to take cock this good?”

She lets him go with a pop, doesn’t say anything as she bunches four of her fingers up and shoves them down her throat, down to the knuckles, not a single gag or splutter leaving her mouth. His ears ring at the sight, and he’d never call her this out loud, but he considers himself more than blessed to have such an eager and naturally talented whore on his hands. The thought of her standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gagging on her own fingers, practicing for her stepbrother’s cock, training that throat for its intended use, spit and tears on the determined lines of her face, makes his pulse quicken and balls throb.

“Fuck,” he growls, grabs her by the hair and shoves in, her nose nestled in his pubes nicely. She struggles, but not much, and he realizes that he wouldn’t care even if she did. He gave her a fair warning. “Fucking perfect, yeah, sucking me so well, take that dick, just like that. ‘m gonna load up your mouth nicely, baby, gonna feed you full, gonna take days for the taste of my jizz to leave your molars, fuck-“

Nick’s orgasm crashes over him full force, has him bend and press even deeper into her mouth, laughing through her whines and protests, the slapping of her hands against whatever body part of his she can reach. She can’t breathe because of him, but he, as well, can’t breathe because of her, so it checks out. When he lets her go, she scrambles away from him, coughs through forceful inhales, wide and scared eyes looking up at him.

“Told you,” he pants, shrugs, “you wanted it.” 

She doesn’t say anything- even if she did, it’d barely come out, he knows, voice shot to shit. He washes himself quickly, rids his skin of the stickiness of her spit, before grabbing her by her upper arm and roughly hauling her to her feet.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me-“

“Shut the fuck up and let me take care of you,” he says, starts washing her sloppily, and he was right. Her voice is hoarse.

“Could do it more gently,” she grumbles, yelps when he bites at her shoulder, soothes the spot with his tongue.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers over the noise of the shower, “That was… talent.”

She chuckles shily, turns to look up at him.

“Can I have a kiss?”

His gut clenches as his face explodes in a smile, pulling her in to kiss her deeply. The way she melts into him, lets herself be held despite knowing what those hands are capable of, makes his heart jump for her.

It’s a sticky situation, but he’s got the upper hand, still.

He has to make sure it stays that way.

*** 

“This tastes vile.”

“No, it doesn’t! Sweet and salty is a classic combination!”

“The textures are weird, though. I need to chew my popcorn thoroughly so I wouldn’t choke on it, and the Malteser is… distracting.”

A snort. “You three years old, Nicholas? Gotta focus on chewing that bad, huh?”

“You little-“

“Ah, stop! That tickles, Nick- ah, no! No, don’t-“

“I’ll show you three years old!”

Laughter, panting, snickering, silence.

“Watch the damn movie, you brat.”

“I’m all out of Maltesers now.”

“Good, that’ll keep you from coming up with these weird concoctions.”

“Tsk. Jerk.”

The sound of lips smacking. 

*** 

Their parents come back earlier than expected. Nicholas isn’t mad at that, but things will become trickier with her now. They’ll have to be sneakier, more careful, but the risk of getting caught makes something hot clench in his stomach. No doubt, they’ll manage well.

He’s asked to pick them up from the airport and he doesn’t object, takes his stepsister with him. The drive is comfortable, she plays her favorite songs, he hums along.

“Oh, Nicky,” their mom sighs when she pulls away from a hug, smiling sheepishly, teeth whiter in contrast with her tan. There’s two people standing next to their parents, Nicholas doesn’t know them. “We told Sandra and Marcus that we’ll drive them home, we didn’t expect (Y/N) to come with you.” 

Oh. Oops. Six people, five seats, that’ll be a tight fit. 

“We can also just take a cab-“

“Nonsense,” their dad interrupts Sandra, “(Y/N) will just sit in Nicholas’ lap, right? Y’all don’t mind, do you, kids?” 

The look he gives them, stern in good old Chavez fashion, leaves no room for argument.

“Um…” her eyes are darting from him to their dad, but Nicholas just shrugs, does his best to look nonchalant. 

“’course not, it’s a short drive. Let’s just hope we don’t get caught.”

His dad brushes him off before he motions for their friends to start walking with them, Nicholas leading the way. (Y/N) stays behind with her mom, talking quietly. The whole way home with her ass perched on his lap? He wills his dick to calm down where it’s chubbing up in his pants, to no avail. His body does what it wants. Having arrived at the car, their dad puts the suitcases in the trunk while the others pile in one after the other, Nicholas’ sister the very last to sit down, getting comfortable on his lap. He groans when she moves roughly to get situated, a small apology falling from her lips. He pinches her side for that, causing her to yelp, gets snapped at by their dad for it. 

“Behave, y’all,” he grumbles, making Nicholas smirk.

(Y/N) still gets uncomfortable when dad scolds her, too apologetic for her own good, but Nick knows there’s very little heat behind the roughly spoken words. It’s what he has in common with his father, he supposes.

They start driving and Nicholas ducks his head as much as he can so they wouldn’t look too suspicious in case they drive by a cop car. The grownups are talking loudly amongst themselves, and he loops his hands around her waist, holds her steady. Her head barely touches the top of the car, and he loves just how small she is. The urge to kiss at the back of her neck is huge, but he resists. He’ll just have to sneak into her room later and put her on her knees, fuck her throat the way he’s been doing for the past few days.

Not much time passes before she starts squirming.

“Y’alright?” he asks her, loosening his hold in case it puts her body in an uncomfortable position.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. All good.”

A beat passes before she does it again, presses her weight down on his lap, making him clench his teeth. There’s no way she can’t feel his boner, and there’s no way he’ll do anything about anything right here, right now. Fucking tease, his sister is. 

“Can you quit it?” he hisses lowly when she honest to God grinds her ass down, makes him dizzy for a split second. The inseam of his jeans has never felt tighter and his dick’s never been more familiar with discomfort than just now.

The giggle she lets out gets muffled by her palm as she glances back at him, all wide-eyed and falsely innocent, and she shrugs.

“Sorry, big brother, ‘s just a little uncomfy like this.”

The way she purrs it, that bittersweet name, makes his gut churn. He has half a mind to keep from pinching her sides, grabbing her hair and shaking her so she’ll stop her shenanigans. If she thinks that she can act out now just because their parents are back home, lulled into false security, she’s got another thing coming.

“That’s a great song, dad. Can you turn it up a little?” he calls, smiling when his dad obliges.

“That’s my boy,” the older man says, ever the rock’n’roll fan.

Now that the music’s loud enough, distracting enough, Nicholas dares to put his lips next to her ear, hiss out a warning. 

“You keep this little charade up and I’ll hurt your cunt until you’re crying on my tongue when we get home, (Y/N).”

It can be interpreted as something sexy, tinged with a little bit of sultry, but she knows better. When he mentions pain, he means pain. She knows that damn well, scared despite the fact that she gets off on it. Nicholas prefers to keep his girl on her toes.

“Sorry,” she whispers, a tilt to her mouth, but when their dad accidentally overlooks a pothole and the car jumps, she lets her weight press down harder than necessary, grabs his thigh to steady herself but digs her little finger in just a little too deep. 

Alright then, he’s warned her.

Her skirt is wide, frilly enough to hide his hand sneaking down between his own legs, up to reach between hers, his eyes trained on the unassuming guests next to them. The couple seems too preoccupied to pay them any mind, though, and he uses that to his advantage, presses his knuckles into his stepsister’s pussy and rubs roughly. Clever little girl, hides her yelp of surprise behind a cough, same way he hides his smirk when he feels the damp fabric, feels the way her clit hardens under his merciless touch.

“You stay quiet now,” he whispers, pulsing his touch against her skin, teasing her into an approaching orgasm. Not that he’ll let her come, not now and not later, for that matter. 

Where only minutes ago her grinding and rocking pissed him off, he now enjoys feeling her chase her pleasure, enjoys how hard she’s trying to be subtle. A quick glance towards the others tells him that nobody is looking at them, still enjoying the music, and her face in the rearview mirror is stoic as well, just a tiny furrow between her brows a potential giveaway, but only to those who know what’s going on, only to Nicholas. 

“Good baby, my good fuckin’ baby,” he rasps, clutches at her pussy and squeezes, makes her feel it.

Another whimper, another cough.

“Y’alright, sweetheart?” their mother then asks, turning down the music, forcing Nicholas to still his hand and hold his breath in hopes of not getting caught. “You’ve been coughing an awful lot during the drive.”

(Y/N) just smiles, shakes her head.

“It’s nothing, mom, just something in my throat. We were watching a movie and having popcorn before picking you guys up, must be a kernel that’s stuck or something.”

Her mom looks back, gaze worried but she nods, placated. 

The rest of the ride home doesn’t take long, thank God, and he lets their parents settle back in, assures them that they’ve eaten, tells them they’ll finish the movie they had started in his room before ushering her upstairs, mildly annoyed at her sudden inability to walk properly.

“The fuck’s gotten into you?” he hisses, pushes her up the stairs.

“’m so wet, my legs feel like jello,” she whimpers, and he almost forces her on her knees right there in the hallway, but alas, he’s got to keep his very last thread of patience alive if he wants to train her to be his perfect little doll. She won’t learn otherwise, he fears.

“You’re cute,” he smiles before pushing his door open, pulling her into the room and immediately making sure she falls onto his bed- made and ready, for a change- watching him as he locks the door. “You’ll be cuter when I’m done with you, though.” 

It doesn’t take long for him to ride her skirt up, pull her panties down and stuff them in her mouth, wet patch first. Her pussy is glistening in front of him, and he wastes no time putting his mouth on it and sucking hard, the pain of the blood rushing to the surface making her groan. Pain, he promised, pain, she’ll get. She peaks quickly but he doesn’t let her go over the edge, pulls away and lands a nasty slap on her pussy that leaves her shaking, leaves her throbbing. 

“That’s what you fuckin’ get you goddamn tease,” he snaps before continuing his pattern.

He eats, waits, slaps. Eats, waits, slaps. 

Holds his palm over her cunt and presses, moves, watches her writhe with the cotton hanging from her mouth, little sister mouth filled with little sister panties. His cock throbs for it. 

When she’s actively crying, sobbing her little heart out, he throws her legs in the air and commands her to hold them up. It’s a testament to her desperation, the way she obliges without complaint, the way she’s been doing as told without a single tone of complaint. Not taking advantage of that would be a shame. Two moves and his cock is free, hanging heavy between his shaky legs but he doesn’t care, grabs it and jerks himself before his knees can give out.

“That’s a good girl, present yourself to your big brother,” he moans, looks at her puffy pussy and her wide, teary eyes, the way she’s begging with them, eyeing the blur of his hand over his fat dick before settling her pleading gaze onto his. “Gonna come, gonna cover you in it, mark my territory and make you smell like me, y’want that, (Y/N)? Want everyone to know that your sweet cunt belongs to your big brother?”

This kink is getting out of hand, but he doesn’t give a single fuck, because where he is sick and rotten, she is, too.

She nods through a moan and there he is, spurting his hot semen all across her slapped-red cunt, covering what’s his from the outside, for now. She gasps when the streaks hit her skin, rocks back and forth while he rides out his climax, and when he’s done, all panting and heavy-lidded, he drives his fingers through the mess and brings it up to her lips, smearing it on her underwear.

“You know this one already, don’t you?” he says, breath heavy as he continues to clean her that way, soiling her panties. “That’s what you did with the thong I ruined, didn’t you? Sucked my jizz out of the lace like a come-addicted little slut, didn’t you? Huh?”

A single tear rolls down her shame-tinted cheek, and he groans through a chuckle.

“Show me. Show me how you did it.”

The ruined cotton gets pulled out between her lips before her tongue finds it, licks the globs away roughly, sweet lips pursing over the material before her little cheeks hollow, sucking his juices out. If he hadn’t been using her every day, he’d be rock hard again now, but alas, his balls are empty and the contents of them are currently being greedily sucked down her talented throat. Nicholas is one lucky guy.

When she’s done, he rips the panties out of her mouth and kisses her bruisingly, hungrily, devours the taste of their combined fluids and moans when she pulls him close. Being held onto is one of Nicholas’ favorite things in the world, the sheer need in such a simple gesture, but nobody’s body has ever felt this right around his. 

“What the fuck,” she whispers against his lips, laughing through the tears that are staining her cheeks. “I feel like I came but I didn’t. What…”

He smiles, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“You’ll be coming soon enough, baby, this was just a little taste of what happens when you piss me off. And you did piss me off, that teasing in the car was- it was almost unbearable. Nearly fucked you right then and there.”

Her smile is small, almost timid, but it vanishes quickly. Nicholas tilts his head in question and gets an answer immediately, albeit reluctantly. 

“Why… Why haven’t you? Fucked me yet, I mean. We’ve been doing this, us, for a while now and you’ve never… I don’t- I’m just wondering, ‘s all.” 

A stutter in his chest tells him his heart’s melting for her, the insecure tilt to her voice, and he has to try hard not to jump her right then and there. Leave it to his girl to catch him off guard, rip at the reigns he’s clutching onto so tightly. He makes sure to keep his voice soft, tries to make her understand without spooking her, now that she’s eating from the palm of his hand like this. 

“You’re the sweetest thing, do you know that?” he muses, taps her chin when she looks away. “I just don’t wanna rush anything. I wanna take my time with you, make it real good for you… You can understand that, right?”

It’s not really a question, but she nods like the good girl she is.

“You that desperate for my cock, (Y/N)?” he can’t help but tease, earning himself a swat to the shoulder. They laugh together, his favorite sound. 

“I was just curious, Nick. Usually guys are, well-“

“I’m not just any guy though, okay?” his voice is stern now, all humor wiped from it. “I won’t treat you like they did. I’m your stepbrother, I care about you.”

The warm smile she gives him zaps him right down to his toes, leaning in so she can kiss him the way she wants to. They make out a little, enjoy each other. 

He makes a mental note, smug about her needing him so badly. A lot can be done with that, and he plans to see just how much fun it’ll bring him.

*** 

The sneaking around is even harder than he imagined, their parents insisting to make up for lost time and not parting from them for even a day. It’s visits to the park, family barbecues, movie nights, the whole shebang. He barely manages to get a kiss in when they’re passing each other in the hallway, a slap to the ass when she walks out of the bathroom before he walks in. 

A feeling of restlessness comes with it, paired with the irrational fear of false scrutiny. What if it’s written all over his face, he thinks, that he wants her, whenever he looks at her, that he’s fighting off the urge to kiss her whenever she’s close, to rest his hand atop her thigh and feel her muscles twitch, to lean his arm against hers when they’re standing close, to bury his nose in her hair and inhale the chamomile scent of her latest favorite shampoo? Poker faces take years to construct, and he’s used the time wisely, but what if, now that he has her, his has crumbled to pieces at his unsteady feet?

So Nicholas adjusts, turns away when he catches her looking for too long, keeps the touching to a minimum, makes sure to roll his eyes at her whenever their mom is around, makes sure to let some sour jokes slip whenever their dad listens in, just to keep the illusion up.

He makes do, as does she, even though he knows she doesn’t like it.

“I ain’t mean it like that, you know that,” he cajoles when she gets mad for real, squeezes at his heart with one well-placed pout. 

“I know, ‘s just… it sucks, y’know?”

Well, if that ain’t true.

He holds her through some big feelings, as a big brother should, kisses it better whenever the opportunity arises. 

“Is she still not up? What’s gotten into her, I told her the time of departure!”

“Relax, mom, we’ve still got another forty minutes,” Nicholas says through a mouthful of an apple, scrolling on his phone. It pings with an invite to a party next Saturday, and he saves the info to think it over later. 

“Oh, you know how long she takes in the bathroom,” mom grumbles, fleets about in the kitchen to pack the snacks and sandwiches, making sure they’re set for the day at the lake. Nicholas doesn’t know where his dad is. “Go wake her, please, Nick? I’ve still got so much to pack.”

“Do you need my help with that?”

“No, I need to not be interrupted. Go get (Y/N), please?”

He sighs and gets up, throws the apple core away. Sticky hands find his jeans and he wipes them thoughtlessly, much to the dismay of the woman who still does his laundry, as he makes his way up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. He knocks twice- just for shits and gigs, uncaring about whatever privacy his sister thinks she gets in this house- before opening her door and stopping in his tracks. 

Slow steps take him inside, shutting the door behind himself, and the sight before him makes his stomach clench. She’s in her tank top, one boob spilling out from the material, and her little panties, framing her cheeks perfectly from where she’s got one leg bent. Her face is smushed in the pillow so her mouth purses in a pout, half open, red and drooly. 

It takes him a split second to make the decision. They haven’t talked about it, but they never talk about anything, not really. He takes and she gives, that’s their dynamic, that’s who they are. So it’s guilt-free when he walks over to her bed, pulls his joggers and underwear down, grips his cock to stroke it to hardness. 

The memory of how he had her throat around his cock every night before the return of their parents gets him there fast, makes him miss it even more now, the need pooling low in his gut. 

There’s precome dripping from his slit and he bends his knees a little so her face is in front of his crotch, smears his cockhead on those full lips, smirks when she scrunches her nose up before her face relaxes again. Heartbeat in his throat, he does it again, groans when her tongue darts out this time. Her reflexes seem to revolve around fucking him up, making the darkest of thoughts push to the forefront of his mind, even in her sleep.

“Good fuckin’ girl, fuck,” Nick murmurs under his breath, jerks his cock faster and makes sure to bump against her lips on every upstroke, gloss her gorgeous pout with his essence. She’s so adorable, and all his to ruin. 

He strokes himself a little faster, gets closer and pulls his cock up so his balls would bump against her chin, her nose, wherever they can reach on every upstroke. Laughing isn’t an option but he’d like to, let the dirty sound out, indulge fully in how he’s humiliating her without her knowledge. Maybe he’ll ask her if he can film her next time. He loves her, she knows that, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, would only do all the baddirtywrong things that make her pussy clench for him.

One hand reaches out to grab at her face and pinch her cheeks, create a delicious pout that serves as the perfect little cup when he finally spills onto her face, onto her lips, streaks the inside of her mouth and groans lowly when her lashes flutter around her slowly opening eyes.

“Wh-“

“Shut up,” he hisses, grabs her rougher as he rides out his orgasm, “take it, little girl, take it, have my come, taste it, atta girl, there she is-“

“Nicholas!” the whine bubbles out of her throat, somewhat garbled through the come covering her mouth, and she scrunches her face up when he lets her go, exhales deeply before holding his softening dick out to her.

“Well?” he asks, expectant look on his face and the ball of pride in his chest explodes into a million fuzzy feelings when she only contemplates for a second before taking him in her mouth, cleaning him up.

She swallows all he gave her, collects everything from around her mouth onto her tongue, lips smacking at the taste.

“What the hell was that?” she asks, no real heat behind her words. Her voice is shot from sleep, all raspy and adorable.

He bends down to press a kiss against her forehead.

Nick gives her a shrug.

“You got my come, don’t complain,” he tells her, matter-of-factly, “also, mom wants you downstairs ASAP. We’re leaving soon.” 

Her annoyed huff is amusing to him, but he leaves her be for now, wants to keep the teasing for later. 

“Oh, and (Y/N)?” He waits for her to look at him. “I’ll make it up to you later. Come find me in the outdoor shower when you’re done, we’ll make it quick.”

The blush on her cheeks stays with him all the way downstairs. 

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@nicholaschavezslut69 / @blackynsupremacy / @motherismotheringggg / @lalavenderangel / @niteskysx / @nicholaslut / @nicholaschavezbby / @emluvsuxo 🖤

[blackynsupremacy]

TWO IN THE MORN

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: you complain to your stepbrother about your insomnia. fortunately, he has the solution for this issue.

contains: smut, 18+ content mdni, stepcest, stepbro!nicholas, sort of romantic/fluffy, slight age gap (reader is 19, nick is 22), reader is lowkey gullible, pwnp, fingering, finger riding, clit play, under the clothes, squirting, cum eating, risk kink, praise kink, aftercare.

a/n: whew this had me tingling! hope it’s the same for ya’ll 😫 sometimes foreplay can be lowkey sexier than actual intercourse. it’s the ✨tension✨ for me, that’s jmo. anyways, thank you all for the support! i’ll get on those requests.

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“shh, you don’t wanna wake up mommy and daddy do you, princess?”

your stepbrother, nicholas, lowly whispered as his hand was buried deep within your silk black pajama pants patterned with white hearts, his ring and middle fingers moving like clockwork in the depths of your clenching walls. you tried to keep yourself quiet as possible, but due to nicholas’ skill, it was damn near impossible.

“mm. mm-mhm.” you manage to whimper, feeling so bashful under his searing, ebony gaze. your chest heaved deliberately as the spaghetti straps of your top started to droop down the skin of your shoulders. your leaned back with your hands placed firmly flat on his mattress, your fingers practically clawed at his plaid sheets. instinctively, you bucked your hips in tandem to the motion of his fingers, softly hissing through your teeth when nicholas brought his thumb to swipe against your sensitive button. a strained whine escaped from you when he pinched it between his thumb and index.

“shh, easy, princess. i’ll give you what you need.” he seductively reassured, pushing his fingers further within your wet heat. what you really needed was some sleep.

ever since your mom married his dad, things have been interesting concerning your relationship with nicholas. he wasn’t a bad stepbrother. he was chill, protective, charming, funny, and an all around good “brotherly” figure to have around. if by brotherly, you mean coming to him with a request for advice on your boy issues, then hell yes. you’ve already talked it out with girls, but who understood guys better than—a guy? nicholas always knew what to say and you would easily follow his advice because it actually got you asked out by your crush! you were grateful to him and you’d never dare to say it out loud to a living soul, but you thought he was—hot. even if it weren’t for the circumstances of being bound by your parent’s marriage, you wouldn’t lie that you had a tiny crush on your stepbrother. it kind of made you jealous how your friends could easily fawn over him and rave about how handsome he is while you couldn’t even courtly agree, so that you wouldn’t come off as a perverted creep.

besides, he was just easy to talk to and hang out with.

this night in particular would completely shift your whole family dynamic. it was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep, no matter how long you closed your eyes, you weren’t lulled into slumber like you should. that’s when you got up from the comfort of your bed, walked quietly passed your parent’s bedroom down the hall, and found yourself right in front of nicholas’ bedroom door that was slightly cracked open. you peeped through the small opening to see that he was still awake himself, scrolling and typing away on his phone while laying on his bed. respecting his privacy, you lift your knuckles to knock the “secret code” you two created to signal to each other when you wanted access to each other’s rooms. within seconds, you heard the springs of the mattress creak as your stepbrother received the signal and his footsteps quietly, yet deliberately reached the door before he opened it wider to reveal his six foot figure leaning against the doorframe. it was dark, but you could still see that he was wearing a black ribbed tank top that showed off his large biceps with grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, his signature gold cross chain around his neck twinkled in the darkness. fuck, no matter what he wore, he always managed to look amazingly hot.

you try not to gawk too long before he’d start to notice. you swallowed quickly before uttering an awkward greeting in a low, breathy voice.

“hey.” you say, hiding your hands behind your back. it was something you did when you were nervous.

nicholas raised a brow, tilting his head in concern before running a hand through his already messy, brown hair.

“hey.” he reciprocated, his voice raspy, but low enough so only both of you could hear. “are you okay, y/n?”

at his inquiry, you shake your head.

“i can’t sleep. can—can i hang out in here with you? i hope i’m not intruding.” you ask, your doe eyes meeting his what was once a sleepy gaze, instantly lit up at your request.

“uh, yeah—sure. make yourself comfortable.”

nicholas nods before giving a once over to his bed and steps aside to allow you inside of his bedroom. as you take your spot at the foot of the bed, he slowly closes the door, careful not to make a sound that could wake your sleeping parents. after switching on the lamp, he steps over to the bed and comfortably takes a seat a mere foot away from you because he respects your space as you do his. nicholas leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as his eyes meet with yours.

“so what’s keeping you awake tonight, hm? is everything okay with you?”

you shift, clasping your hands on your laps and shrugging your shoulders.

“i don’t know—maybe it’s stress. i’ve tried everything to get relaxed enough. a hot shower, chamomile tea. hell, i even put on one of those sleep hypnosis videos and it still didn’t work, nicholas.” you explain, counting on your fingers as he takes in every word and giving an attentive nod. with a hum from his chest, nicholas straightens up his posture before giving your figure a quick examination, raking his eyes up and down. now, you were starting to feel like an idiot at his silence, but you weren’t expecting what was going to come out his mouth next.

“i don’t think you’ve tried everything.” he states, casually leaning back on the bed, his hands giving him leverage. you shoot him a puzzled look and turn your body to completely face him with a furrowed gaze.

“well—what do you mean? what do you think can put me to sleep and keep me asleep this late, nicholas?” you question, unconsciously leaning forward as you were itching to find the solution. nicholas’ guidance has never really failed you, so you were eager for his opinion on the matter. he didn’t move an inch as you came closer, there was something different that twitched inside of him. at the sight of your scantily clad upper body in that black and white polka-hearted top with the lace hugging the melanated mounds of your breasts that was merely a few inches from his chest, he couldn’t resist throwing a quick glance to the display before meeting your soft, pleading gaze.

“here’s my solution— an orgasm.” he blatantly suggests, his eyes flickering to a certain suggestive light. you were bit inexperienced in that area, so it was only natural that the heat of embarrassment scorched your skin, your mouth agape as nicholas struck you speechless.

“a what?” you ask, registering what you just heard.

nicholas could only chuckle at your reaction which he found to be absolutely adorable. he loved that your unique beauty and your trusting nature painted an image of naivety that just turned him on. he couldn’t deny that when you came to him for almost everything under the sun, it made him feel a sense of purpose, power, and control. a lazy smile painted on his chiseled face paired with those half-lidded bedroom eyes of his that always put you in a tizzy.

“c’mon, we’re both adults here. i know you heard me, but i’ll say it again: an orgasm can help get you to sleep.”

“how do you know?” you question with a tilt of your head, but then all the dots start to connect, realization painted on your already heated face.

“that means you’ve done it before.”

“atta girl!”

with a snicker, he pats the top of your head in which you shake him off.

“so—sex can wear you out like that?”

he nods before giving you a further explanation.

“well, all aspects of sex can do that. from fucking to masturbation. even oral, depending on how intense it is.”

at the mention of masturbation, it was now your turn to deliberately nod.

“i guess that makes sense. god, i sound so sexually uneducated and i’m almost twenty for fuck’s sakes.” you exasperatedly sigh, nicholas chuckled and scooted closer towards you making his leg brush against yours.

“it’s no big deal, it’s all about knowing your body in your time. you’ll get there, y/n.” he reassures you with a sincere gaze.

“see, that’s the problem, nicholas.”

“what is?”

“i can’t get there. like—when i, y’know.” you pause, gesturing towards your lower region. “i’m relaxed, but i can’t finish. i want to go back to my room and take your advice, but i don’t think i can do it. i feel like there’s something wrong me—”

“stop.” nicholas immediately cuts you off, placing his index finger on your lips. who knew that a touch so small could send such a surge of electricity through your entire body? your silence was his cue for him to continue.

“listen to me, okay? there’s nothing wrong with you and anyone who’s made you feel otherwise, can fuck themselves.”

your stepbrother pauses to carefully examine your natural features. he found you, his stepsister, to be absolutely breathtaking. nicholas absolutely loathed the circumstances of this situation as his feelings for you never changed from the very moment he and his father had dinner with you and your mother. you were his everything and you didn’t know it all. you didn’t know of all his yearning for your voice, your touch, your laughter, and your body. your presence had him fucked up in a million different ways and in this clandestine moment between you, he couldn’t hide it any longer.

“i believe—you’re absolutely perfect.”

your heart skipped a beat at your stepbrother’s confession, did he just—confess his feelings? for you? had you been blind that he saw you the way you saw him? one part of you was elated while the other pondered on the possible consequences if anyone figured out the bond between you was more than platonic, especially your parents.

“nicholas, i—” you start, but he interrupts you again, his face inching closer to yours as the tip of your noses brush against each other.

“if you feel like you can’t do it, then i can help you.”

your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes searching his for clarity on his statement as his lips ghosted over yours.

“you’d do that? but, i’ve never had—”

nicholas’ large hand came up to rest on your cheek, his thumb swiping across your flaming skin in reassurance.

“we’re not going that far, babe. especially not with mom and dad in the house, but we can unpack that later—what i need to know is do you want me to help you go to sleep tonight?”

your mind was already made up, there was no way you could pass up an opportunity like this. all the cares and worries of getting caught now gave you the craving of the thrill that you’d be been waiting for and your stepbrother was the right person to do so.

“mm-hm.” you murmur, nodding your head as your heart rate increased in tempo within your chest. the familiar tingly sensation pools in between your legs.

“that won’t work for me, sweetheart, use your words.” he softly demands, his hand sliding from your face down to your waist to shorten the distance between you.

“yes, nicholas, yes! please—” at your desperate pleas, your stepbrother closes the gap between you by smashing his lips on yours, a line that both of you have been dying to cross for months. your hesitant at first, but once you get the feeling of his intoxicating touch, you fall right into his rhythm as his tongue skillfully wraps around yours, causing you to hum in satisfaction deep into his mouth. he pulls away after a few seconds, you pout as worry creeps in.

“did i do something wrong? was i bad?” you frantically questioned in a whisper, feeling self-conscience about the act you were committing. nicholas calmed the fret in your voice by placing another kiss to your lips, a deep hum of satisfaction erupts from his chest as you relax in his arms and return the affection. he pulls back again.

“no, no, sweetheart. you’re doing just fine. just wanna let you know m’bout to touch you. you okay with that, baby?”

you were about to nod, but then remembered that nicholas needed your verbal consent, so you quickly changed your tune.

“y-yes, go ahead.” your voice shaky, but affirmative enough for him to continue by snaking his hand under your tank top to cop a feel of one of your breasts. you shiver when his rough palm meets the plush skin, rewarding it with a squeeze. you want to cry out when he brings his other hand in and starts to knead your chest beneath your shirt, but you bite down on your lip to not a make sound.

“fuck, your tits feel so perfect. i’ve always thought they were—it’s like they were made just f’me.” he whispered before gazing up to see your strained, but blissful face. with a quiet chuckle, he makes things worse when he starts to spread wet, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbone. your grip on his sheets tighten when he moves from your breasts down the trail of your stomach and navel until he made it right above the waistline of your matching pants. before he could even ask, it was now your turn to make a demand. it was getting late, you just wanted to sleep.

“i want you to touch me, nicholas.” you pause by holding onto his wrist to inch his hand deeper into your pants, “please.”

“eager, aren’t we? be a good girl and spread those legs f’me.”

you do as you’re told and your breath hitches when his fingers slide beneath your clothing. nicholas chuckles as he figures out that you’re completely bare, giving him easy access to your throbbing, wet core.

“no underwear? guess you’re not as innocent as i thought.” he slyly comments, not wasting time for his fingers to graze along your slit. when the pads of his middle and ring make light, pressured circles around your clit, you whimper before you hastily cover your mouth before you take it away once you have control of sounds—or so you thought when one finger eased its way inside, stretching your walls as they clench around him.

“you’re so tight, sweetheart. m’gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?”

with that, his ring joins in with his middle, both working in tandem as they push in and pull out so fluidly it makes your leg spread and head spin. when his fingertips hit that one spot, you gasped, holding onto his wrist to signal for him to hit it right there. nicholas wasn’t playing around as he instantly picked up on your cue, pumping his fingers faster against the erogenous area of your walls.

“s-shit, nicholas that feels s-so—” you try to stammer out, but he interrupts you by placing his free finger on your lips.

“shh. try not to make a sound. you don’t wanna get caught do you?”

you shake your head, stifling your mewls by swallowing.

“that’s my good girl. m’gonna make you feel so fucking good, beautiful.” he boasts by pressing his thumb over your clit again, rapidly jutting it up and down in which your hips instinctively buck into his fingers. the only sounds you could hear in the room is the light squelching of your sex combined with the muffled “hm, hm, hm” buried in your mouth as the familiar heat deep in the pit of you began to burn.

“c-close.” you murmur loud enough for only him to hear, you lean back as your hips were squirming against his gliding digits.

“i know, baby, i know. do something f’me okay? c’mere.” he beckoned you closer in which you did before his free arm guides one of yours to grasp onto his shoulder, you follow suit by taking your other and placing it on the respective shoulder, so that you could hold onto him with a firm grip.

“move with me, baby. ride my fingers.” he moved his fingers steadily as you begin to grind your hips in the perfect rhythm, his thumb never ceasing its affection on your sensitive, puffy button. it was all driving you so crazy, that your nails dug into the skin of his muscular shoulders before you practically bounced yourself at a rapid speed on his fingertips, your breath now labored with each thrust.

“oh, fuck. oh, fuck, nick! m’gonna cum!” you softly bellowed, the pitch of your voice getting higher.

“fuck, go ahead, gorgeous. make a mess all over of me. i got you.”

before you could utter another sound, nicholas grabbed you by the neck to pull you into a passionate kiss, where you poured every single lewd sound you had pent up melt into his mouth as your tongues reunite in a sensual dance. there were so many sensations going on at once from above to below, that the slow simmer of the heat that coiled inside of you grew hotter until it finally exploded. as it occurred, you pulled back from him, tightly grasping his wrist as intense tidal waves of pleasure surged through you, causing you to weakly double over into his chest. your mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out as your juices flowed onto his fingers and poured down your thighs. after you rode out your high, nicholas slide his fingers out to take a taste of the glistening substance that poured on his hand. a hum mixed with some soft profanity left his lips at the new taste—his next idea brewing in his filthy mind.

“you did so well, angel.” he wrapped his burly arms around your shaky, fucked out form, resting a kiss to your forehead. he noticed that you were quiet, his brown eyes descended towards you to see that you were knocked out cold in a sweet slumber after such an encounter. if he could, he’d sit here all night watching you peacefully sleep in his arms, but he had to put you back in bed before sunrise, so that your parents wouldn’t be suspicious. ever so stealthy, he picked you up bridal style and walked quietly to your open bedroom before gingerly placing you in the sheets, pulling them over to conceal you from the chest down. he was even kind enough to find your protective satin bonnet, gently lifting your head to securely place it over one of the many hairstyles that he always found to be stunning on you. nicholas’ soft, coffee gaze lingered on your peaceful, sleeping figure before he leaned forward to lay one last kiss on your head.

“sweet dreams, princess.”

after he bid you a tender goodnight, he gazed down at the stiff arousal within his sweats. nicholas concluded that he had to take his own advice of putting himself to sleep within the privacy of his bedroom only with the thoughts of you on his mind.

[concretejunglefm]

Mutual masturbation with stepbro Nicholas?? Like, you snuck into your stepbro's bed the night before because you're lonely and when you wake up you feel something pressing against your back. Naturally you need to take care of yourselves. It's not wrong if you make eye contact when you're touching yourselves now is it?? 😏 And maybe it'll be okay to go all the way if it's just the tip. 🤫

CW: smut with stepcest and mutual masturbation.

NSFW under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

What possibly surprises you the most is that you’re the one who initiates it.

Your hand slips down past the waistband of your shorts, your fingers teasingly dipping between your folds until you let out a gasp as you feel your sensitive nub, circling it slowly.

You and Nicholas are both staring at each other, neither of you saying anything. You haven’t spoken since you woke up and felt his morning wood pressing against you. There’s no way for him to tell what’s going on, not until your breath grows a bit heavier and a moan escapes your lips.

“Are you?” he breathes out, his morning voice soft and groggy, making you yearn for him more. You nod in response with a soft hum.

You can’t see what he’s doing, but the way the bedcovers shift above him suggests that his own hand has moved to his cock. His hand wraps around the shaft and moves in a slow, deliberate motion, matching with yours.

With your free hand, you inch your fingers closer to his, feeling his fingers stretch and wrap around yours. It’s a delicate touch, the only one you’re truly sharing while you both masturbate simultaneously, neither of you able to see what the other is doing. Yet, it has never felt more erotic to you, especially when his low grunts and groans gradually morph into soft whimpers, followed by your name.

It’s never felt so sweet to hear your name whispered by him. His breaths catch in his throat as your own soft sounds grow louder, your fingers matching the increasing pace of his hand. Your eyes never leave his, and you can’t help but wonder how much further you could push this moment.

[cranberrydietcoke]

based on this request !!

u and nic are close for stepsiblings...

content warnings: stepcest, p in v, squirting (had to switch it up on yall), he’s kinda like soft dom vibes, kinda icky yeah :p, accidental creampie, hes kinda a gaslighter oops

wc: 1.2k

sock-softened footsteps padded against the floor, gliding over the polished wood of the darkened upstairs hallway, lined with family portraits. this was second nature by now; you knew every creaky floorboard, dancing around them delicately as to not wake your sleeping parents. of course, a family this idyllic couldn’t be without its fair share of depravity.

you knew it was wrong, what you and nick had. but like, what did they expect? your parents were completely clueless—too wrapped up in their own worlds to catch on. they never noticed how often you slipped out of his room at dawn, how his t-shirt collection had become yours, or how he always seemed to sit just a little too close to you at family dinner. anyone with a shred of sense would have felt the discomfort, the immorality of it all. but its not weird, y’all are just close, duh !

the sound of muffled gunshots seeped from under his bedroom door, his shadow moving around in the light. silently twisting the knob, you push the door open and slip inside, unbeknownst to your stepbrother, who was immersed in his game. his voice carries as he talks with friends through his headset, fingers moving with precision over the controller. a white wife-beater clung to his muscular frame, grey sweats hanging casually on his hips.

“n-nick?” your tiny voice rang out, making him jump in his seat. his gaze snapped from the tv and onto you. the t-shirt you wore fit more like a dress, brushing the tops of your soft thighs.

“shit! hey!” he breathed out, obviously startled. “you can’t sneak up on people like that. scared the fuck out of me,” you stood, hands clasped behind your back, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet.

“couldn’t sleep,” you murmur, innocent eyes drifting down to the floor.

“hold up bro, i’ll see you,” he huffed into the mic, switching off his console and standing up from his chair. he strolled over to you, running a hand through his messy brown hair.

“what do you need?” he cooed slowly, almost condescendingly. “why are you in my room?” his eyes were dark, almost black, searing holes into you.

 “jus’ wanted to see you.” you pout, “i can’t see you?” doe eyes looking up at him, tugging right at his heart. he hated how much he loved you. and not in a way that a stepbrother should love you.

“fuck,” he sighed, wiping a hand down his face and motioning at the bed. “go lay down.” he knew how this would go, how nasty he would feel after, like always. but you asked for it. how could he not?  he watched with hooded lids as you tippy-toe to the bed, enveloping yourself in the blue silk. before crawling in beside you, he stepped out of his sweatpants, left only in the tanktop and calvin klein briefs. his big, veiny hands ran over the curve of your hip, up your abdomen to cup your tit, squeezing and massaging it like a fucking creep. you roll your hips back against him subconsciously, whining into the pillow, accidentally brushing the throbbing length in his underwear.

“is this why you wanted to see me?” he spoke, hot and heavy into your ear, pressing his clothed tip to your drooling hole, snaking a hand up to grab your throat. with a tiny squeak, you nod.

“ju-jus’ couldn’t sleep n’ i-” your words are cut off with two thick fingers pressing down on your tongue.

his digits ran over your tastebuds. “shhhh, it’s okay, imma take care of you, put you right to sleep,” he whispered down your neck, finally freeing his cock and working his way on top of you. he slides your panties down, placing an ankle on each shoulder, aiming his spit to your puffy pussy.

he was your first everything. first kiss, first handjob, first fuck. he decided he had to teach you. ever since then, it was your guilty pleasure, your fucked up little secret. it was your initial response to any minor inconvenience now; go down the hall to get split in half by your stepbrother's cock. a perverse conditioned response. you could’ve chosen anyone, really. but you just had to go and confuse everything. with your little dresses, your instagram posts, the way you pressed against him under the blanket at movie nights. it’s only natural, what he felt.

his hands held the back of your knees, watching with parted lips and tiny grunts as he polished the slick over your petals with his swollen red tip, flitting his eyes to meet yours when you let a whine slip from your lips. “so pretty like this,” he let out in a breathy moan, pushing into you. breaking through the ring of muscle, each vein on his shaft massaging your velvety walls, working himself deeper with each buck of his hips. “so tight, so fuckin’ wet for me. such a good girl.”

your moans got louder as he rammed into your cervix, leaving you to scramble for a handful of his duvet, shoving it into your mouth and clenching your eyes shut. “shhh baby, i knowwww, i know,” he soothed, bringing up a strong hand to smooth the mess of hair on your head, still fucking into you with deep, slow strokes. “takin’ it so good, always do,” his words trailed off, mixing with the sound of your squelching cunt wrapped around him and muffled moans. his hand brushed down, circling your clit with his thumb. hips stuttering and rolling, babbling incoherent ‘ohfuckohfuckohfuck’ s as tears of pleasure clustered in your lashes. frilly socks bouncing by the side of his head.

“gonna cum for me? gonna make a mess?” his thrusts sped up, digging into that spongy spot that made your legs go limp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you bit down onto the comforter you’d been drooling on. the knot in your stomach came loose, legs shaking and sending gushes of wetness down his cock that puddled on the sheets under you. desperate and dampened whines straining through the dense ball of fabric. “theree we go baby,” he smirked, guiding you through your high and swiping his finger against your spasming bundle of nerves, clenching and unclenching around him. “just stay still for me.”

grabbing onto your hips with both hands, he held you down into the bed, pressing into each bone with his thumb as he sunk down into you, pounding at a relentless pace. he knew he couldn’t hold it for much longer, just mindlessly slamming into you, drunk off the sound of your little mmmph’s and ah’s! before he could even think twice, he was spilling into you, jaw hanging open as he pumped it in, forming a creamy ring around the base of his thick length. he was too blissed out to notice your face screwed in disgust, scared eyes helplessly darting around the room. your wriggle to plant your feet on his chest, trying to struggle him off of you.

“ew, nick!” you let out in a quiet shriek, holding your knees to your chest to not get nut all over his bed - as if it wasn’t already drenched in yours. “why would you cum in me?”

his hands shot up defensively, trying to choke out excuses as he got up, throwing you a navy towel. “i just-you wouldn’t get it, alright? you’re a girl.” his eyes met yours, which were wide and confused, a bit angry.

“couldn’t help it, calm the fuck down.”

[hoffmansgirl]

A LITTLE BIT SCANDALOUS ...

... BUT BABY, DON'T LET THEM SEE IT

♡  🕋  ᪤  𝓘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢  𔘓 !  #  𝗗𝗨𝒞𝗜𝗡𝓖. .. . 👛 ᯤ ა

★̶̲ ‟ . .. . bratty!stepsister!reader

␥ ‎○˳ bratty!stepsis reader that caught nicholas' eye the second she walked in into his house. the pure hatred they had for each other is not something that went unnoticed by their parents. fighting about the most stupid and littlest things imaginable, the constant hatred and venom soon turning into something different — deeper. something that went beyond their control and beyond their parents' notice.

␥ ○˳ maybe it was the way she carried herself so effortlessly — maybe it was the unmissable similarity between her and nicholas' personalities. her playful remarks, his teasing replies, the not-so-innocent touches under the blanket, supported by nothing but the pure hate they had for each other. or at least that's what they thought, at first.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that walks around the house with nothing but her — his — t-shirt on when nicholas' friends are over. the subtle swaying of her lips, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she hears one of her stepbrother's friends comment on how hot of a stepsister he has.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that, for some unknown reason, always finds herself in her stepbrother's bed every single night. with his hand covering her mouth and his gravelly voice whispering not-so-sweet nothings into her ear while he pounds her into the mattress, she can't help but feel it's riiight where she belongs.

␥ ○˳ nicholas taming his lil bratty!stepsister!reader just for her to be a complete bitch the day after, and after... and after.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsister!reader that's the only one that can actually get nicholas to listen — if he's in the mood to do so. with his cock twitching in his pants and knees digging into the marble bathroom floor, mouth devouring her as if he's a man possessed, he can't help but surrender completely to the woman above him.

␥ ‎○˳ as much as he hates to admit it, he loves it — he sees it as a challenge. forbidden, but so tempting. annoying, but oh so good when he can finally bury himself to the hilt and let go, paint his little stepsister's walls white — claim her as his for no one but them to know.

␥ ○˳ bratty!stepsis!reader that belongs completely and totally to nicholas, and nicholas, that belongs to his little stepsister. no matter how many people recur in her and nicholas' beds every few days, somehow they always find themselves tangled in each other's sheets by the end of the night.

‣ ✮ . . now playing .ᐣ into you — ariana grande. temporary fix — one direction. stargirl interlude — the weeknd (feat. lana del rey). diet pepsi — addison rae. do i wanna know? — arctic monkeys. dirty little secret — nessa barrett. you right — doja cat & the weeknd. like i would — zayn. if walls could talk — 5 seconds of summer. buwyg,ib — ariana grande. no shame — 5 seconds of summer ++ more .ᐟ

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍. stepcest. cheating. perv!nicholas. rough name calling. manhandling. pain kink. somnophilia. dacryphilia. veery public sex. impact play. blood kink / blood. switch nicholas/switch reader. mutual pining. sneaking around. graphic smut descriptions (as per usual with my fics). › ⊂ will be updated ⊃ ╰ minors do not interact. ᘒ ˖˙‹𝟯

⎯ ɞ requests for STEPBROTHER NICHOLAS X BRATTY!STEPSIS AU are open. please don't steal my ideas, concept or any part of this au. this is pure fiction, remember that before sending hate in my inbox.

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[niteskysx]

Practice Makes Perfect

Stepbrother NAC x Reader

Warnings: Dubious consent, blackmail, manipulation, vibrator use. 🤭

You were halfway up the stairs when you heard his voice. “Hey!”

It was Nic.

He was leaning against the frame of his bedroom door, with a sharp grin, and wearing a maroon leather jacket that glistened under the hallway light. His hair was slightly messy, like he’d been out doing something he shouldn’t have. Knowing Nic, he probably was. Typical.

You froze mid-step, gripping the bannister. “What is it, Nic?” you asked softly, trying to keep your tone neutral.

He tilted his head, gesturing with a nod toward his room. “I’ve got something to show you. Come here.”

Your stomach twisted uneasily. “Nic, I’m going to bed. I’m tired.”

His grin widened as he stepped forward, blocking your way. “It’ll only take a minute. Promise.” His voice dropped slightly, coaxing. “I got you something. C’mon.”

You hesitated, looking down at your feet. Your parents were still awake downstairs, the sound of the television drifting up faintly. You didn’t want to risk it. You didn’t want to risk him.

“Nic…” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

But he was already moving, his hand gently grazing your wrist as he tugged you toward his room. “You’re gonna like it. I promise,” he murmured.

You followed reluctantly, your pulse quickening as he closed the door behind you. The click of the lock sent a shiver down your spine. His room was dimly lit, his leather jacket tossed onto the bed as he rummaged through a drawer.

When he turned around, he was holding a small device in his hand.

“What’s that?” you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

“Oh, this?” He held it up, his expression unreadable. “It’s just something I thought you might like.”

You backed up slightly, your throat dry. “Nic… I-I don’t know about this.”

He smirked, stepping closer, the playful glint in his eye never faltering. “Relax. It’s nothing. I just wanna test something. Y’know, before I try it with my girlfriend.”

The mention of her stung more than it should have, though you weren’t sure why. “You should just… try it with her then,” you mumbled, glancing toward the door.

He laughed softly, the sound low and teasing. “Yeah, but what if I mess it up? You want us to stay together, don’t you?”

Your heart raced as he placed the small object on the bedside table, his hand gently brushing your cheek as he leaned in slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, his tone soft but undeniably firm. “I trust you, y’know? You’d tell me if it was too much.”

You swallowed hard, your mind screaming to leave, but your body was frozen under the weight of his gaze. It was always like this with Nic—this push and pull, this constant battle between what you knew was right and the way he made your skin tingle whenever he came near you.

“Nic.” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Just for a minute,” he said, his tone almost gentle now. “Please?”

You should’ve known better, but you didn’t.

“Okay…” you murmured, feeling heat rise to your face.

His face lit up with a boyish excitement that somehow made him even more dangerous. He clapped his hands together, a crooked grin spreading across his face. “Yes! I promise you’re going to love this.”

You perched yourself on the edge of his bed.

He swiftly grabbed the device and you watched as he inspected its buttons. The way he looked at it, with a mix of curiosity and determination, made your stomach churn.

“Okay, um…” He turned it over in his hands, pressing a button that made the device hum softly. The sound sent a jolt through you, and you shifted uncomfortably. “What setting do you think?”

“W-what?” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his head to look at you, his expression teasing but with an edge of sincerity that threw you off balance. “The setting. Low? Medium? High?”

“I… I don’t know,” you whispered, your hands gripping the hem of your shirt as you tried to avoid his gaze.

He leaned in closer, his hand resting on your lap, his fingers drummed lightly against your knee for a moment before he turned his attention back to the device in his hands.

“We’ll start with low,” he said confidently, his smirk softening into a focused expression as he fiddled with the buttons.

The soft hum returned, a faint vibration that seemed to echo louder in your ears than it actually was. Your stomach twisted into knots, fearing which type of new sensations or feelings you might be experiencing in the new few seconds.

He looked up at me. “You trust me, right?”

You hesitated, your gaze darting to the door.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be shy. It’s just me.”

That line—it always felt like a trap. Like he was dangling some false sense of safety in front of you, knowing full well how much power he held.

“Okay,” you mumbled, barely able to get the word out.

Good,” he murmured, his tone low and teasing as he placed the vibrator in you further and further. “Here. Feel that? Not so scary, right?”

You flinched at the sensation, your pulse racing as the vibrations buzzed softly against you.

“N-no…” you stammered, your voice trembling.

“Good girl,” he said with his gaze heavily fixated on your reactions, the words lingering like a quiet command.

Taglist: @violetidk @nicholaschavezslut69 @hoffmansgirl @blackynsupremacy @blog-o-meter @lazysoulwriter @c-cobweb 🤍

[lalavenderangel]

Meet The Chavez Family - Stepbro!Nicholas x Fem!Reader

a/n: okay, okay, i’m throwing my hat in the ring lmao here’s my attempt at stepbro!Nicholas, enjoy 🤍

summary: After your dad had left it was just you and your mom and you perfectly content with that for years. But then your mom started seeing someone she met on a business trip. Soon they get married and you not only get a step dad but a step brother as well. He was annoying, obnoxious, and seriously so fucking hot. It was wrong, so wrong but you couldn’t resist him.

warnings: 18+!! eventual smut, kind of asshole Nicholas if you squint, bratty reader again if you squint, Nicholas taunting reader sexually, somewhat innocent reader, oral m!reciving (not by reader), some praise, female masturbation and i think that’s all, if i missed anything please let me know! (also it’s technically not stated just implied but reader is 20 years old.)

word count: 4.1k

You never thought the day would come that your mother met someone. Not that you didn’t want your mom to be happy of course you did but you liked that it was just you and her but of course on a business trip she met someone and within a couple months she was making plans for you to meet him. He was a nice guy, you had to admit that and you could tell he really liked your mother. It took some time but you eventually got used to him being around. But then it happened, after a year of them being together he proposed to your mom. She said yes and now your life was about to change.

“What? But mom I just started college here!” You huff as you cross your arms when your mom comes to inform you that you both would be moving to California with her fiance.

“Oh sweetie, people transfer all the time plus you’ve only been there, what, a month? It will be fine.” She says.

“Why can’t he move here?” You ask her.

“He doesn’t want to leave his son in California by himself.” She says.

“I thought his son was twenty-three years old, almost twenty-four actually. He’s an adult so why can’t he be there by himself?” You asked, shaking your head a little. This was truly unbelievable. She was just expecting you to up and move your life for some man she fell in love with? Please.

“Well yes but the thing is, he has a tendency to get himself in trouble and he actually almost got kicked out of the university so he needs to keep an eye on him.” She says sitting next to you, gently running her fingers through your hair. “Look sweetie, I know it’s not ideal at all, you grew up here but this is for the best okay?”

“Whatever.” You say and she just sighs and gets up. Was this really for the best? Who cares if his stupid son got in trouble, that’s his own fault. He’s a grown adult, sort of. You hadn’t even met him and he was already ruining your life, and he was going to be your step brother? Oh how you wished the universe would swallow you up now.

You finish packing up your room, looking around it one more time with a frown. You grew up in this room and now you had to say goodbye, it was a nightmare. Sighing you go around your room making sure you didn’t miss a single thing before you grab the last box and carry it out to the moving truck. You set the box down before climbing up and maneuvering it around to go against the others before jumping back down.

“All set?” Your mom asked as she walked out of the house, closing the door behind her. “I went around a few times to make sure we got everything so if you’re ready we can go.”

“Yup, I have everything.” You say with your arms crossed.

“Trust me, you’ll love California sweetie, promise.” She kisses your temple and you just huff before looking at your old house one more time, your eyes watering before you get into the moving truck with your mom not at all ready for the long trip ahead of you.

Plopping down on your bed with a sigh you look around your new room. Your mom and you had got here about a few days ago and you finally finished unpacking all your stuff well at least for your room. You still had your bathroom stuff but you fully couldn’t be bothered with that at this moment.

A knock on the door frame has you sitting up to see your moms boyfriend or well, fiancé standing there with a big smile on his face. It was hard to dislike this man or even be mad about this move when he’s been so nice and super welcoming. He even let you paint your new room baby pink just like your old room so you would feel a little more at home. It somewhat worked.

“All settled in kiddo?” He asked. You smile and nod your head.

“I am, thanks.” You say.

“Good, how are you liking the room?” He asked, leaning against the door frame.

“It’s bigger than my old room so that’s a plus.” You say. “I’ll get used to it.”

“Take your time, I understand how you’re feeling. I had to move a lot when I was younger. But I really am happy to have you and your mom here and I can’t wait for you both to meet Nicholas.” He smiles.

“Can’t wait either.” You slightly lied, of course you wanted to meet your soon to be step brother but after your mom mentioned him getting in trouble and almost being kicked out of school you also were not looking forward to it.

“He’ll be home this weekend so you’ll get to meet him then, I’m sure you two will get along really well.” With that he walks away and you slightly shake your head. There was no way you and him would get along. You didn’t get in trouble, you didn’t do much of anything at all. Some would say you’re a nerd, some would say you’re boring and some would say you’re a prude. You weren’t, surprisingly, you had your first boyfriend at seventeen and he was the reason you were able to go to college, not a virgin. Granted you did follow the crowd a little but you were young, and you don’t regret it, not fully at least. And it was that one time but you wouldn’t call yourself a prude. You get up and walk over to your door, closing it, once again plopping down on your bed. This weekend should be eventful.

A knock on the bathroom door startles you while you shower, peaking your head out a little as you wait for someone to speak.

“Sweetie, are you almost done? Nicholas is here.” Your mom says on the other side and you sigh in relief.

“Yes mom, I’ll be down in like twenty minutes.” You say. She says okay then leaves. You huff as you finish your shower and turn it off, wrapping the towel around yourself, wiping away the fog on the mirror, looking at yourself for a moment before reaching for your favorite lotion and moisturizing your skin to keep it nice and soft. You set it down and walk over to the door and open it, bumping into something hard or well someone hard.

“Whoa, sorry about that. You okay?” A deep voice fills your ears and you look up to see who you assume is Nicholas standing in front of you. Holy fuck he was hot!

“Uh, y-yeah I’m good.” You stutter a little. Oh no, oh no, oh no!

“Good, uh your mom asked me to come and check on you.” He says, looking you up and down, a slight smirk forming on his face. Did he just check you out? No, no way, he just looked at you for a moment. You cleared your throat.

“Oh, uh I told her I would be down soon, I just need to get dressed.” You say looking at him. He had a fucking killer jawline, geez.

“I’ll let her know,” He looks you up and down again. “I’m Nicholas by the way, it’s nice to finally meet you, sis.” And with that he walks away and down the steps. ‘Sis’ of course, because hello he was going to become your step brother once your parents got married and here you were thinking he was hot. You needed to get a grip. You quickly go to your room and get dressed, drying your hair a little before finally making your way downstairs.

“There she is! Hey kiddo, Nicholas said you guys finally introduced yourselves.” Nicholas’ dad says.

“Yeah, we did.” You say softly.

“Good! Well come on, I just finished barbequing, let’s eat!” You all head out to the back porch and sit down, your mom and Nichola’s dad on one side and you and Nicholas across from them. You all start plating your food, in silence before your mom speaks.

“How are classes going Nicholas?” She asked.

“Oh they’re going well! But I’ll admit I’m already ready for the semester to be over, miss being home.” He says and your mom laughs a little.

“I don’t doubt it.” She says. Nicholas then turns to you with a smirk on his face again.

“Your mom tells me you’ll be starting classes next week.” Nicholas says and your brows furrow a little as you look at your mom.

“It wasn’t easy but I managed to get you enrolled for this semester so you wouldn’t have to miss any more classes. Your mom had told me before how much you care about your studies so I wanted to make sure you weren’t behind.” Your eyes widen a little and a smile forms on your face as you get up and go over to Nicholas’ dad and hug him tightly.

“Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” You squeal a little and he laughs.

“It’s no problem, really, and I’m sure Nicholas would have no problem showing you around campus, right son?” He turns to Nicholas as you sit down.

“No of course not, I would gladly show my new sister around.” He says and looks at you. Maybe this move wasn’t that bad and maybe you had judged Nicholas too harshly before meeting him, he was sweet.

Wrong, wrong, wrong you were so fucking wrong. He wasn’t sweet. He was annoying, rude, and cocky. You had taken his advice and stuck by his side when at the university and it went well for the most part. Then of course you made friends and didn’t need him anymore, I mean you saw him and sometimes he would have you come hang in his dorm but you mainly stuck with your new friends. But then came the wedding and the second he officially became your step brother he became your nightmare. He was always pushing your buttons and getting under your skin, and you noticed he would sometimes subtly flirt with you. It was wrong, you knew it was wrong but you never catch yourself stopping him, and sometimes you couldn’t help but flirt back. But that never changed a thing in your mind, he was still an asshole.

“Nicholas! You have been in there for almost an hour now, what could you possibly be doing?” You shout as you pound on the bathroom door. You had been waiting for him to finish so you could go to the bathroom but of course he had gotten in there before you and he was taking his sweet ass time. “Nick!”

“Would you fucking chill, its all yours little sis.” He says when he opens the door, standing there in just his towel. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his muscular body, water still dripping down it. Fuck, you quickly looked up and he had a smirk on his face and you rolled your eyes. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

“Get a grip.” You snap.

“You’re the one staring.” He remains smirking as he walks past you, nudging your chin with his knuckle a little as he walks to his room, closing his door. You let out an annoyed groan as you step into the shower, slamming the door closed.

Once you were done you made your way downstairs expecting to see your parents downstairs but you only saw Nicholas, sitting at the bar, eating a bowl of cereal. “Mom and dad are out for the day so it’s just you and me.”

“Oh joy.” You say sarcastically walking to the pantry to get your cereal. You grab the box, realizing how light it was, opening it up to see it’s empty. You look up at Nicholas and see he was eating your cereal.

“Oops.” He looks at you smugly and you just storm over to the trash and throw the empty box away.

“How hard was that to do? And thanks for eating the last of my cereal.” You huff.

“It’s in the pantry, it’s for everyone, don't be a spoiled brat.” He says.

“I am not a spoiled brat!” You snap.

“You so are, any time you don’t get your way or something you want isn’t available you borderline throw a fit. You always get your way, well for the most part so you act like this, aka a spoiled brat.” He says taking another bite of his cereal as he looks at you.

“That is not even close to true. Just because we have known each other for a few months does not mean you know me so well. I am not a spoiled brat!” You shout.

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. Maybe someone who will put you in your fucking place. Is that why you’re also so uptight? Need to get fucked?” He asked, taking the last bite of his cereal before he drank the milk. He gets up and walks over to the sink to rinse his bowl out.

“Excuse me? Fuck you, you need to, to-” He cuts you off before you could even finish by turning around and pinning you to the counter behind you.

“You have such a mouth on you. Would you like your big brother to put it to better use, hmm?” He says huskily, your body instantly becoming covered in chills.

“W-what?” You ask him.

“You heard me. Need me to shove my cock down that throat to get rid of that mouthy attitude?” He asked. Of all the times he said things to you and hit on you, never once did he say things like that. He was becoming more bold.

“Nicholas…that’s not appropriate.” You say softly, kind of cursing yourself in your head for that being the only thing you could say. He looks at you for a moment before he chuckles, making your brows furrow.

“Relax little sis, I didn’t mean it, don’t get your panties in such a twist hmm?” He says with a smirk and you instantly become flustered.

“You’re a dick.” You say. You just grab a couple granola bars, wanting to get away from him.

“Mmm and you really do need to get laid, princess, maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight.” He says. You roll as you start to walk away. “My offer still stands by the way.” You freeze in your spot. “Could fix that filthy mouth by shoving my cock down your throat.”

“You’re disgusting.” You snap.

“I know you would like it. I see the way you look at me. It wouldn’t be a bad thing, we are only siblings by marriage you know.” You turn to look at him and you can tell by the look on his face he was serious. You quickly head up the stairs and into your room, closing the door and locking it before you lean against it. Was this a dream? This had to be right? I mean you really couldn’t deny the attraction you had for him but again, he was your step brother and yes you guys were only siblings by marriage but it was still wrong, right? Yes, yes it was still wrong.

This went on for days, which wasn’t a lot of time but to you it felt like months already. Nicholas and you were constantly fighting and him making sexual comments about you that left you flustered and running to your room to hide from him. Thankfully with your parents around it wasn’t too bad but he still managed. But of course now would be a time that your parents would be going out of town for a week for a business trip and since you were still on vacation you would be home alone with Nicholas, yay.

“Can’t I just come with?” You ask your parents as you sit on their bed as they start packing their things. Your step father laughs a little.

“Wish you could kiddo, it’s only a week. Besides Nick mentioned that he has some things planned for you two, some sibling bonding as he stated.” He says coming over to you and kisses the top of your head. “Look I know Nicholas can be a bit much but I promise you, you’ll have a great time with him okay? But you call me if he does anything, I’ll put him in check, he may be in his twenties but he’s still my son.”

“Thanks dad.” You say softly as you look down. You could only imagine what he had planned.

You say your goodbyes to your parents along with Nicholas before he shuts the front door and turns to look at you. “Alright, here’s how tonight is going to go, I’m having a few people over and you’re going to stay up in your room and stay out of our way, got it?”

“Excuse me? You can’t tell me what to do Nicholas.” You say.

“I’m older, and as of right now, the man of the house.” He says crossing his arms and you can’t help but laugh.

“First of all you’re older by three years, I’m an adult and second of all you are not the man of the house so please get a grip.” You tell him.

“Just stay out of our way okay?” He says.

“Whatever, just keep your party down, I have some assignments I need to work on.” You say.

“You’re doing school work, on vacation?” He asked before he laughed.

“Yes I am and there is nothing wrong with that.” You huff before you storm up to your room and slam the door shut. This week was going to drag on, you just knew it was.

You had just finished your second assignment, smiling as you saved it to send to your professor later. You were thankful that Nicholas had kept it down and he had even brought you dinner earlier. It was a bit odd to see him being nice while your parents weren’t around but you just let it be. You took a quick shower and did your skincare routine before you went to your room throwing on your light pink robe and sitting at your vanity to brush and blow dry your hair. You looked around your room in the mirror, a soft smile on your face. As much as you didn’t want to accept it, this had become your home and this room became your new comfort just like your childhood room. You guess your mom getting remarried wasn’t that big of a deal after all. Once your hair was dry you turned your blow dryer off and set it down, brushing through your hair a few more times before setting the brush down. You grabbed your Chanel perfume and did a couple spritz on yourself when all of a sudden you heard a groan. Your brows furrow a little as you set the bottle down, tuning in as you wait to hear it again.

“Just like that.” Your eyes widen as you hear Nicholas' husky voice on the other side of the wall. “Fuck, such a good girl for me aren’t you?” You knew you should have stopped listening, put some headphones in or shit even letting him know you could hear him but you remained in your spot at your vanity, leaning closer a little. You had never noticed before when you sat here how much you could hear him but in this moment, it was as if he was in the damn room with you, or well almost.

His loud groans filled your ears and as you continued leaning in you could faintly hear some wet sounds. Oh, oh, oh!

“That’s it, a little deeper, fuuuuck, good girl taking my cock down your pretty little throat so well.” You hear the girl gag a little and Nicholas groans again. “Mmm stay still baby.” You finally get up, stepping past your vanity as you press your ear against the wall, hearing rapid thrusting along with a lot of gagging and it that was all it took to know he was fucking her throat.

“Look at you, taking this shit like a champ, keep being a good girl like this and you’ll get my cock in that tight little pussy in no time.” It was then you realized you were getting turned on and even though you couldn’t see you could feel your cheeks becoming hot as you quickly back up, bumping into your vanity and knocking a few things over and well causing the mirror to hit the wall slightly. You freeze for a moment, listening for any sign that he heard anything but all you could hear was him still fucking the mystery girls throat. You quickly but quietly get to your bed and climb onto it grabbing your headphones and turning on some music to drown out the sounds.

After a while you took your headphones off, listening for any sounds but you heard none. You laid in your bed, looking at the ceiling, still fully turned on. You couldn’t believe you had got so turned on by hearing your step brother getting his dick sucked. You grabbed your phone and looked at the time, it was too late to take a shower and since the house seemed silent you knew Nicholas had to be asleep. You know what? Fuck it. You pull up your little sleeping nightgown up and over your boobs, gasping softly as the cold air hits your nipples making them hard. You bring your hands and start squeeze your boobs a little before you start to pinch and pull at your nipples, moaning softly as your eyes flutter closed. You pinch your nipples a little harder making you let out a little whimper, not thinking you would really like it but wanting to give it a try and you could feel your pussy become more wet.

“Mmm.” You moan a little as your hands start to travel down your body getting closer to your pussy making it clench around nothing in excitement. Slowly as you continue to get lost in the pleasure, teasing yourself a little, images of Nicholas doing this to you flood your mind. You couldn’t help it, you may have not heard a lot but it was still enough for you. You finally slip your hand into your underwear and slip two fingers into yourself easily.

“Nicholas.” You breathe out quietly, trying not to make too much noise. You thrust your fingers in and out softly, the sound of your own wetness filling your ears making your cheeks get hot again as you feel how turned on you got. Your free hand continues playing with your nipples, working yourself up even more. A semi loud moan slips past your lips but in this moment you did not care you just wanted to cum. And Nicholas had said before that he was a heavy sleeper so you weren’t too worried about it.

You curl your fingers up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you making you let out another semi loud moan, fully not realizing how loud it actually was. As you’re still lost in your pleasure, Nicholas is laying back on his bed, scrolling through his phone when he hears a soft moan, lifting his head up before he hears another and a smirk forms on his face. He knew you were listening earlier when he heard your vanity hit the wall and some stuff fell over. He was glad you could hear him, he wanted you to hear him, and from what he was currently hearing it turned you on. He quietly gets out of bed and walks over to the wall, pressing his ear against it where he could faintly hear you getting yourself off. He could hear all your moans and whimpers and the sound of your wet pussy. He knew you were getting closer as your moans got a bit louder and your whimpers got a bit needier.

“That’s it princess, cum for your big brother.” He whispers to himself.

“Nicholas!” You gasp out as you cum and Nicholas’ smirk grew at the sound of his name falling from your lips and he knew right then and there he had you. He makes his way over to his bed when he no longer hears anything, getting comfortable.

“Sweet dreams little sister.” He whispers before closing his eyes.

taglist: @hoffmansgirl @iamsebastiansstan @nicholaschavezslut69 @nicholaslut

[cyber333angel]

MASTERLIST !

• OUTER BANKS •

jj maybank-

morning with jj drabble

mechanic!jj

sucking jj off

camboy!jj

eyes on me

periods with jj

overstimulating jj

jj mood board

seeing them off to work

sitting on jj’s face

rafe cameron -

frat!rafe mood board

spread your legs

size kink

rough!rafe + headlock

tapping out

making it up to you

rafe x reader x barry

step!bro rafe

needy for rafe

fluff/sitting on his lap

somno with rafe

stepbro!rafe who

hate sex with rafe

drugdealer!rafe

pretty pink butt plug

eyes on me

glasses kink with rafe

seeing them off to work

sugardaddy!rafe

rafe spanking you

water sports with rafe

older brothers best friend rafe

rafe x spoiled!reader x barry

rafe and barry putting it in at the same time

car s*x

john b. routledge-

john b asking care of sick!reader

pope heyward-

pope p*links

• WOLVERINE •

logan howlett -

logan x sweetheart!reader

always touching

more logan x farmersdaughter!reader

coquette!reader x logan moodboard

lumberjack!logan x farmersdaughter!reader

brushing logans hair

older!logan x girly!reader

somono with wolverine

older!logan x jamaican!reader

logan x drunk reader

older!logan x reader

brat tamer!logan

gothic girl x logan moodboard

minecraft with logan

dress to impress with logan

nsfw & sfw alphabet

hyperfem!reader x logan

lumberjack!logan x reader moodboard

p*links of logan pt2

p*links of logan + wade

want to hear you

step-dad!logan

logan x samoan!reader

website p*links

p*links of logan pt4

logan eating you out

logan x plus-size!reader

older!logan x latina reader

plushie

older!logan howlett x south asian!reader

girly reader x logan moodboard

blow off steam

baby with logan hc

dolled up for bedtime

p*links of logan pt3

• THE LAST OF US •

ellie williams-

ellie williams + her strap + praise

twitter p*links

abby anderson-

abby anderson + her fingers

twitter p*links

abby x virgin!reader

abby x housewife!reader

• ARCANE •

sevika-

sevika and kitties

twitter p*links

sevika + ice play

don’t move, hold still

sevika x camgirl!reader

more p*links part 2

violet-

don’t move, hold still

• VARIOUS ANIMES •

toji fushiguro-

dadsbestfriend!toji x virginblack!reader

toji mood board

toji taking care of sick!reader

riding toji

nanami kento-

nanami mood board

married!nanami x married!reader

• MISCELLANEOUS •

blackdolly!reader moodboard

richie fingering you

kenji sato fingering you

clark kent x reader

gambit p*links

p*rn links for various characters

nicholas chavez p*links

[b1mbodoll]

idk but nicholas as an avid hentai fan? i just know that man has a secret folder on his phone of pics and videos the world is not meant to see

pairings: nicholas wang x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + corruption + cervix fucking + noncon + creampies + dacryphilia

💌: pls forgive me for making this stepcest but it had so much potential

stepbro! nicho has a fuckton of stepcest hentai vids saved to his phone and yeah the girls sort of look like you but that doesnt mean anything..right?

he didn’t mean for you to find his collection but it happened and now he has to deal with you asking what the people in the video were doing and if it really feels that good.

he decides to show you just how good it feels, says it’s okay for the two of you to have sex because it’s just some sibling bonding <3 but when he breaks your hymen and begins to thrust you get a little nervous, trying to pull away from your stepbrother because “nicho it’s wrong”

he’s so mad because how dare you tease him. you can’t let him get a little taste of your cunt and then try to take it from him, that’s not right.

so he shoves you into the bed and drives his cock deeper, the tip pressing right into your womb. he ignores your cries and whimpers, only focused on pumping you full of cum and making you cream ‘round his dick to show you that, yeah, sex really feels that good.

[bastardblvd]

submitted entries for the slimeball alley on bastard boulevard collab event. please be mindful of content warnings and boundaries set by authors. want to join? read our guidelines here.

KEY: 🦠 = NSFW ⚠️ = DARK CONTENT

"DOUBLE DOWN" by @ryndicate 🦠 ⚠️

fem reader x slimeball!hirofumi yoshida, reader x stepbro!denji

"didn't know you were into that kinda stuff."

"SAFETY FIRST" by @strawberrystepmom 🦠

fem restaurant manager!reader x fake OSHA inspector!jiraiya

when an inspector unexpectedly comes to your restaurant, you figure out how to get yourself out of trouble.

"A RIDE FOR A RIDE" by @thus-spoke-lo 🦠

afab reader x taxi driver!zoro

it's 3am and walking home from your shitty job at the diner seems like a drag, so you call a cab, hoping for a quick trip back to your apartment so you can finally catch some sleep. your moss-haired, muscle-bound, directionally-challenged cabbie definitely gives you a ride you didn't expect.

"COMPLIMENTS TO THE CHEF" by @thus-spoke-lo 🦠

afab reader x slimeball line cook!sanji

a few nights pass after the sordid events of "a ride for a ride", and you're working another late night shift at franky's flapjack shack with sanji, that damned pervert cook. sanji manages to piss off your only remaining customer for the night, leaving the two of you alone in the restaurant. soon, things start to heat up in the kitchen--and not just because that one oven door won't close all the way.

"TITS FOR TAT" by @bloompompom 🦠

sorority girl!reader x tattoo artist!eren jaeger

"i hope you have a good idea about how you're going to pay for that tattoo..."

"DELIRIOUS" by @saccharine-darlin🦠 ⚠️

fem camgirl!reader x slimy sex shop owner!gojo x sex shop employee!getou

"your conservative town is something you've never thought that would let a sex shop pop up, it seemed too good to be true, and little did you know after the first time you visited you'd be caught in a web by the two perverted men who run it and quickly you learn that they always get what they want."

“PAY UP!” by @zeninsama 🦠

fem babysitter!reader x designer sunglasses model!gojo satoru

satoru's poor time management has you working overtime, and this cheap bastard has something other than cash to pay you with

"GOD BLESS ME, IT'S SUMMER" by @dolcezzzza 🦠

afab reader x slimeball ice cream truck driver!nicholas d. wolfwood

"open up."

"TRIPLE STRIKE XXX" by @em-plosion 🦠

new employee!reader x bowling alley owner!satoru gojo

"the animated neon signs glowed brightly against the wet pavement and the ‘help wanted’ flier in your hand. having to move to this hell hole of a town was bad enough but trying to find a job in it was worse, at this point this shitty bowling alley seemed to be the best option."

"HANDS TO YOURSELF" by @agirlwithapen 🦠 ⚠️

reader x dirty old man!kishibe

you’d purposely chosen the early morning transit. today was a big day, you see. you were interviewing for a position your friend had offered. it was your chance at stability, financial stability. “first impressions count.” you remember telling your soon-to-be boss over email. they do.

"CAN I HAVE A NUMBER 5?" by @gunfiendbabymama

yuuta okkotsu vs. aki hayakawa

the mcnuggets showdown.

“HONEY TRAP” by @maliciouslove 🦠

fem reader x slimeball starbucks barista!denki kaminari

having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work.

“THE HR FILES” by @if-dreams-do-come-true ⚠️

afab reader x corrupt cop!kishibe

kishibe is a shameless corrupt cop with a penchant to make inappropriate advances at fresh faced interns and the reader is unfortunately his newest victim.

"STICKLER" by @princess-okkotsu 🦠

after a run-in with grimetown's sleazy cop nanami, you've come to the dmv to replace the sticker that was stolen off your car from a certain freeloader. you've got to convince the dmv employee, a stickler for the rules, that you quite badly need this problem squared away today.

[iamsebastiansstan]

our inner secrets - stepbro!NAC x fem!reader

summary - “You’ll let me fuck you,” he states, knows her like the back of his hand. 

She nods, tears welling up in her eyes.

“This is so fucked up,” she sniffs, reaches up to wipe at her face. 

She hates to cry in front of him, yet he loves to make her.

“We’re fucked up,” he says. 

wc- 3.3k - MINORS DNI!

warnings - stepcest obvs, dirty talk, p in v, 69, comeplay, cheating, face and ass slapping, breeding kink, mentions of their sexual relationships having started when they were both underage, Nicholas is a little manipulative

A/N - I got a request for stepbrother Nicholas and well, what can I say, I did my best. this took me two hours so it's not my greatest but I still hope you like it, anon Darling 💘 lemme know what y'all think!

taglist - @hoffmansgirl / @blackynsupremacy / @lalavenderangel / @nicholaschavezbby / @niteskysx / @motherismotheringggg / @emluvsuxo / @urlitttlevenicebitch

The sun warms her back as she’s lounging by the pool, face hidden in her arms. She can hear the neighbor’s kids splashing in their own pool, but they sound far away, the buzzing of a bee flying by, the wind as it gently glides through the tulips at the edge of the garden.

Summer days like these are her favorite, peaceful and calm, with enough time to do whatever her heart desires. She deserves it, she thinks, after the semester she’s had. 

The sound of the sliding doors opening and closing make her ears perk up, but she doesn’t look to see who it is, she knows already. Their parents are on vacation for the rest of the week, leaving them in charge of the house.

Well, mainly her, because her stepbrother can’t be trusted. She’s surprised he hasn’t asked to invite his friends from the frat over yet. 

Soft footsteps pad through the grass, coming to a halt next to her. Despite her eyes being closed, she can sense the shadow his tall figure casts over her. 

“Did you think to put on sunscreen?” Nicholas asks, too close to her ear to be standing upright. He must have crouched down next to her.

Keeping her eyes shut, she mumbles against her arm, “Of course.”

He hums. A faint, tickling sensation moves up her spine, his finger tracing each and every cartilage along her back. She shivers, the heat of the sun making her sensitive to his touch, humming when he stops at the seam of her bikini bottom, right at the top of her ass. 

“I heard you two last night,” he says conversationally, almost absent-mindedly, but his words make her stiffen slightly. “He doesn’t fuck you well enough, does he?” 

She doesn’t want to have this conversation, but she knows he’ll find a way to pull the truth from her one way or another. She decides to save them both the hassle.

“No,” she drawls, “no, he does not.”

Another deep hum from him, his hand continuing its featherlight touch. 

“You need it, though, don’t you? There’s no way your hand satisfies you enough.”

“Toy,” she says before she can think better of it, cursing herself for divulging that unnecessary tidbit of information.

“What’s that?”

“Not my hand. I- I use a toy.”

Nicholas chuckles, moves his hand up to stroke through her hair. She still refuses to look at him.

“Let me be that for you,” he coaxes, the honey-sweet drip of his voice curling around her throat like a deadly snake, “You didn’t give up fucking me to stay loyal to a man that can’t even make you finish, did you?” 

Annoyance flares brightly in her chest, makes her open her eyes and glare at him with as much heat as she can muster up, makes her sit up and bat his hands away from her body. 

“I gave up fucking you because it’s wrong, Nicholas,” she snaps, grabs the cover up and puts it on to hide as much of her body from him as she can. “You’re my brother. We grew up together, for fuck’s sake.”

“Technically, that’s not true.”

Technically, he’s right. 

Nicholas and his father entered her life when she was fourteen and shortly after her fifteenth birthday, Nicholas- two years her senior- made a move on her, corrupted her innocence and took all her firsts for himself, the firsts that should have been given to someone who did not share a fucking household with her. 

Naively, she thought there was nothing wrong with it all those years ago, their relation bound to a piece of paper and not biology, but as she grew older, she started understanding how messed up their little dynamic actually was. She started understanding that she needed to get away, find what she had in him with someone else. 

That’s when Andrew came along, almost six months ago, and stole her heart away. It was new, exciting, perfect, until it wasn’t. Now it’s just the same old boring conversations, the same tired repetitive fights, the same unfulfilling short fucks that have her sneak into the bathroom after he’s fast asleep to get herself off to the thought of her brother, of all people.

She misses him, body and soul, but she keeps choosing to let her mind decide. 

“Technically, I don’t give a fuck,” she hisses, getting up to walk into the house, far away from where he stays crouched down on the grass. 

The kitchen counter feels cold where she’s gripping it, trying to quiet her racing thoughts. It’s not like this is the first time Nicholas has tried to change her mind. He would come up to her periodically, in the beginning, sneak doubts into her ears until he had her close to calling it quits with Andrew. When she stayed stubborn, he stopped. 

It’s been a while since he’s brought it up, and so fucking blatantly like today, at that. She doesn’t do well with being caught off guard. 

Her eyes close on instinct when he steps up behind her, hand finding her stomach and pushing her against him, making her feel the hard line of his body. It’s been so long since she’s had him this close, since she’s smelled him, strong cologne and a hint of sweat from the heat of the day. She wants to bury her nose in his neck and inhale him, kiss her way down his torso, breathe in where he’s most fragrant. 

It's been a long time since she’s had an orgasm that wasn’t caused by her own doing, as well, and it shows. 

“You’ll let me fuck you,” he states, knows her like the back of his hand. 

She nods, tears welling up in her eyes.

“This is so fucked up,” she sniffs, reaches up to wipe at her face. 

She hates to cry in front of him, yet he loves to make her.

“We’re fucked up,” he says, she can feel him shrug, before he moves her hair out of the way to expose the side of her neck, leaning down to kiss and nibble at her skin. 

She can’t help but ask it, jealousy rearing its ugly head even though it has got no right to.

“Are you with someone?” 

Nicholas chuckles against her, bites down on her sensitive flesh and makes her cry out. 

“Not like that,” he concedes, “just casually. You know me.”

She does. She hated it back then, even, but it’s not like she could ask him to stop. He’s always been that way, apparently. Staying by himself would’ve been suspicious, so he kept his little rolodex of girls for the weekends while fucking his stepsister to sleep every weeknight.

It’s depraved to think about, but she’s hot for it, the taboo of their relationship making her pussy tingle. 

“Nicholas,” she moans when he licks along her shoulder, kisses his way up her ear and nips at the lobe while his hands find her breasts, kneading them gently, teasing her by not going for her sensitive nipples.

He’s taught her everything she knows, and he uses the way he’s shaped her to his advantage, plays her like a fiddle. 

“I’ve missed hearing you moan my name,” he whispers, grabs the material of her coverup and pulls it off her, she lets him, because this has been a losing game since the second it started. “I’ve missed you. Those little boys can’t give you what your big brother can, baby.”

A whine claws its way up her throat, mind spinning with the nastiness he’s spewing, tapping into their roles the way they used to, the way that makes her core tighten.

“No,” she agrees, gripping his forearm as his hand pushes past the material of her bikini, makes contact with her wet folds. “They can’t, nobody can.”

“That’s right, atta girl,” Nicholas says, and his praise lifts her higher than she thought possible, the craving for it hitting her full force, like the detox from it never happened. “You’re wet for me already. Desperate?” 

Her teeth clink together as she grits them against the onslaught of pleasure at his fingers toying with her sensitive clit, burning from neglect, the blood rushing into her flesh and making her chase ecstasy with a one-track-mind. 

She refuses to give in to him. He makes her, anyways.

“Answer me, (Y/N),” he hisses, tuts at her refusal, takes his hands away and leaves her grasping the counter so she wouldn’t fall in on herself. “Fine, have it your way.”

Nicholas is about to walk off, act like nothing ever happened, and this is the route he’s taken many times, pent her up and left her hanging until she was a blubbering mess. She hasn’t changed at all, it seems, as she debates giving up and begging him for what she needs. Those feelings make tears spring to her eyes, unsure if it’s from the sexual frustration or her disappointment in herself. 

“No, please!” she whines, goes after him to grab onto his arm, make him stop walking away from her, and before she knows it, she finds herself pushed against the wall with his strong hand around her throat, squeezing.

“Please, what?” he spits, shakes her until a cry bubbles up her throat, “Make up your mind you indecisive fuckin’ slut.”

“Take me,” she whimpers, air constricted by his tight grip, “fuck me, Nicholas, please.” 

It takes a second for him to pull away before she feels the sharp sting against her cheek, skin undoubtedly blossoming red. It makes her gasp, but it also makes her wet, so it’s a fair trade.

“You know better than that.”

Teary-eyed and sniffling, she straightens up and reaches out to touch him, wrap her arms around his sturdy neck as she looks up at him and begs, “Please, big brother, fuck me.” 

A dirty smirk finds its place on his sinful lips, and she gazes up into his impossibly dark eyes, braces herself for just how good he’s going to give it to her, now that they haven’t had each other for a while. He grabs her face and kisses her hard, hiking her leg up his hip to line their bodies up, grinding against her aching center. She can feel him through his swim shorts, his hard cock straining against the material, and she feels her mouth water for it. 

“Wanna blow you,” she gasps when he pulls away, lifts her so he can carry her to the couch. 

“Suck my cock while I lick your pussy,” he groans, rips her bikini off of her unceremoniously. 

It’s not her favorite, that position, but only because he always licks her so good that she loses focus, stops sucking him expertly and instead just keeps him in her whining mouth, slobbering all over it, all slop and no finesse. 

That’s why he loves it, she knows. 

Nick’s shorts are off in an instant and he lets himself fall back against the couch, pulls her hastily so her dripping pussy is hovering above his mouth, making her scream when he finally, finally closes his lips around her and sucks.

“Goddamn it,” she moans, bucks her hips because she can’t help it, loving the attention he immediately gives her clit. 

She remembers the first time he did this to her, and how she kept begging him to do it again and again for days after. He always did, always prioritized her pleasure, and with that in mind she lets saliva pool in her mouth and decides to do her best to pleasure him right back. Taking him deep has never been an issue for her, too addicted to the smell and the taste of his fat cock, and the glob of spit eases the way as she sinks him into her throat in one go.

“Fucking hell!” he roars, smacks her ass once, twice, three times, before diving back in and pushing his sinful tongue into her hole. 

Nicholas doesn’t just lick pussy, he makes out with it, gets his nose and chin drenched as he tongue-fucks her opening, that attention to detail something that belongs to her only. You’re my little sister, he once said, and I need to set a standard for how others have to treat you. So, he always put his all into fucking her, ruining her for everyone else in the process. She’s never found a man this dedicated to her ecstasy ever again. 

The salty taste of him against her tongue paired with the way he immediately starts snapping his hips up makes her want to come for him right then and there. He’s never gentle with it, holding her down by her hair as he carves a home into her throat that holds the perfect shape of his cock, slaps his full balls against her chin so she has to put up a fight not to pull off and suck them into her mouth, instead. She loves gargling at his sac while he jerks off, their favorite move when they have to sneak away during Christmas dinners and family birthdays, when there’s not enough time for him to wreck her like they both want him to. She usually comes with her mouth full and a hand on her pussy, then. 

It’s one of her favorite memories, one that spurs her on to stick her tongue out as far as it will go to lap at his base, let him know how much she craves it. 

“God, your throat’s like a fucking cunt,” he laughs manically, nipping at her pussylips, “no difference in how hard you let me fuck it.” 

She nods, moans in confirmation, lets him drill in deep as she feels her own peak approaching. Usually she asks, a well-trained good girl for her big brother, but he won’t let her up for air, won’t let her catch her breath as he pummels her into a toe-curling orgasm, hitting her so hard with it that she gets dizzy. 

Nicholas laughs at the way she gags around him through a cry, pulls away and lets her ride it out on his outstretched tongue, gently pushing her off of him when she’s nothing more than a shaking mess.

“When’s the last time you came like this?” he asks with a broad grin on his face, chin glistening. 

She sits up and pulls him in for a kiss, licks at his mouth and his face, cleans her juices off his chiseled jaw. 

“Last time you made me come like that.”

He chuckles, kisses her forehead as he gets up.

“On your back, legs over your head. Show off for me, baby.”

His command is casual, he doesn’t have to try to get her to listen, and she immediately does what he asked.  

She looks at him under her lashes as she holds the back of her knees, spreading herself open for him, moans when he grips his cock and starts jerking it tightly at the sight of her. Although he plays her, jerks her around, keeps her for his amusement, she knows that deep down, he’s just as gone for her as she is for him, his pretty little project, the fucktoy he’s made for himself over the years.

“Have you given him all of what’s mine?” he husks while his hand moves steadily over his throbbing cock.

Immediately she shakes her head no, halfway to offended that he’d even insinuate something like that.

“My pussy’s only ever had your come inside,” she pouts, makes her eyes extra wide, knows he gets off on her faux innocence. 

“That’s a good girl, fuck. Big brother’s gonna breed you up real good now, okay?”

“God, please,” she can’t help but breathe, desperate for the feel of him pushing inside until she feels like he’s filling up her lungs. 

“Watch, baby,” he says, lines his beautiful pink tip up with her clenching hole, “watch where we connect. That’s it, just like that, take it.”

He has to fuck into her slowly, holding the base while thrusting shallowly, her body not used to his size anymore, and all the while they both watch how he enters her, how he stretches her to get to the place where he belongs. When he bottoms out, he slowly pulls away again, both letting out a moan in unison at the sight of her pussy creaming on his cock, leaving a white sheen behind. 

“Need’a work her in, huh?” he smirks, and she’d laugh if she had the brain capacity to do so, instead just locking eyes with him as he speeds up, fucks into her with vigor now that he knows she’s ready for it. 

Nicholas always hits her cervix, always has, but he’s taught her how to push through the pain, how to angle her hips just so to get his pelvis to hit her clit with every single snap forward. It helps, the sharp pleasure contrasting the dull pain, and she lets him deep into her guts the way a little sister is supposed to, the way he drilled it into her mind all those years ago. 

She grits her teeth when he goes particularly hard, particularly deep, but the loving way he looks at her, brushes the hair off her forehead, gives her his thumb to suck on as he whispers, “I know, baby, I know. You’re doing so good f’me, gonna earn my come in no time,” makes her push through the pain, going lax and letting herself get manhandled however he pleases.

“’m close,” she whimpers, nails digging into the skin of her thighs to distract herself from her rapidly approaching peak. She’s not allowed, not until he says. 

“So am I,” he pants and it’s relief that washes over her, soon she’ll be able to let go and bask in the euphoria only he can provide for her. “You ready for my load, baby? Wan’ it?”

“Fuck, please, yes. Together, ‘kay, let’s come together, please-“

“Ah, fuck, let go for me, lil’ sis,” he grunts as he buries himself to the tilt and stays there, spills into her while her pussy spasms around her, clenching around the delicious pulse of his cock inside of her.

Nicholas is the type of guy to keep thrusting, to fuck his load into a well-fed cunt, watch the way his seed sticks to his hot flesh as he pumps it in even more. He pulls out with a wince, apologetic eyes on her as she cries out. 

“That’s gorgeous,” he mumbles, “missed seeing this shit. Push it out f’me, c’mon.” 

Of course she obeys him, has no other choice, too fucked out and sore to have a mind of her own. He holds his hand out and she bears down, pushes his come out of her cunt and lets him collect it with a dirty snarl.

“Fuck yeah, that’s my girl. Nasty fucking thing,” he scoffs, all heat, before he grabs her face with his clean hand, squeezes her cheeks until her mouth opens and her tongue sticks out dumbly, soiled hand smearing his come across her lips and tongue. “Gotta feed as many holes as I can, don’t I?”

She laps it up, thanks him for it, sucks his fingers clean, lets him grab her hair to shove his cock down her throat once more, so she wouldn’t waste a drop for their combined juices. 

“The rest stays inside, maybe it’ll take, hm?” he grins, kisses her mouth through the moan that rips from her. 

“Yeah,” she whines, all pathetic for him, chases his lips for more kisses, “wanna swell up with your baby, all full of you.” 

He smacks her around a little, slow on the comedown, goads her into spreading her legs again with disgusting little fantasies, “Gotta keep it in the family,” and as he pushes his cock into her fucked-open pussy, she knows she’ll never want to give it up to anyone the way she gives it up to him. 

[neukdaez]

thoughts about stepbro!nicho na may crush sa stepsis nya? o_o

stop a filo luné who's into stepcest,,,great minds think alike indeed

TW / STEPCEST

nicholas who is the kindest, sweetest brother you could ask for, always offering to pay for your shit (even if you're older). and he's so affectionate and loves cuddling up to you. you think he's just happy to have you to tease and playfully push around but little did you know, he's actually crushing hard on you.

like why did his mom have to marry your dad and ruin any chance with you, especially when you look so good walking around the house, tits bare and bouncing under your thin tank top. nico feels like such a perv getting hard from the way you look every morning but he can't help it. he definitely has used your underwear to jack off a few times 😵‍💫

[cranberrydietcoke]

i’ve been grinding on this nicholas x influencer side bitch reader for a hot minute too….and it feels inappropriate to drop it now lmaoooo

[hoffmansgirl]

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN. ⭒ STEPBRO!NICHOLAS CHAVEZ.

ㅤ┈֯⠀ ͚֯ 𝅘ྀི𝅥ㅤ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . stepbro!nicholas chavez x bratty!stepsis!reader || fem pronouns, second person

❦ 𝓼ynopsis. .. . your step brother, nicholas, comes home hornier and more touchy than usual. you're busy with your studies, but, you know damn well — he doesn't ever take 'no' as an answer, and this time, it's no different.

❦ 𝔀arnings. .. . stepcest, pure smut; minors dni ! dub-con, dry humping, very nasty / rough sex + tons of dirty talk. manhandling, kind of forced sex (reader enjoys it, though!), pain kink, unprotected piv. anal fingering, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum eating (slight f!receiving), spanking, face slapping, spit; all that nasty stuff / 𓏸𓈒 ָ࣪ 𓂂 𓏸

❦ 𝓵exi's notes. .. . this is so dirty, and i am not sorry at all. lowk dark!stepbro!nick lives rent free in my head // i hope you love him as much as i do !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ this one's for ya, @iamsebastiansstan @nicholaslut ♡

YOU RIP MY RIBCAGE OPEN &

DEVOUR WHAT'S TRULY YOURS.

with a half-burnt joint in your left hand and a book in the other, you sigh, eyeing the page you seem to be stuck on for two hours, now. the defeat and exhaustion seem to take over you, making your lids heavy and your head pound. or maybe it's the joint, finally getting to your brain, turning your body into a jello, until you can't focus anymore?

either way, you can't take a break. maybe, just maybe, it was too late to give up now, and you can't fail another exam — you do not want to disappoint your parents, after all. with a newfound motivation, and an image of your mother in your head, you focus on the text, cerebrating the best you can.

the smell of vanilla and sandal wood lingers in the air, filling the small space of your room that's illuminated by the fairy lights hung on the wall behind your bed. you find it best to focus when the light's not too bright, feeling best in the cozy atmosphere the lights create. you turn your head towards the ceiling for just a second, exhaling, watching the way the joint smoke lingers in the air, swirling around until fading into the air.

you don't even realise how much time passed until you hear the sound of the front door being slammed shut, making you tense against the bedding. from the loud footsteps echoing in the distance, you can tell it's your step-brother, nicholas — either pissed off, tired, stoned or horny as fuck. you roll your eyes — it's a saturday night, after all. he should be out, partying, hopefully coming back in the early morning, barely holding together and hungover; but, surprisingly, there he is, before the clock could even hit midnight.

just as you expected, he comes storming into your room, breathing heavily and looking a little absent. you try to focus on your ipad, the notes you took before you lost all motivation to study — but his presence makes it hard to concentrate. the smell of cigarettes, cologne that just screams nicholas chavez, and the musky undertone of him makes your head spin, and you try your best to not look up at him from where you're sprawled out on the bed.

“ouch, wow. nice to see you too, sissy” nicholas chuckles, and you can't help but roll your eyes in annoyance at his giggly tone. he's in a good mood, which is unusual, especially when your parents are away on a business trip.

“whatever you're here for, i'm busy, nicholas” you bite back, taking a puff of your joint, inhaling deeply, enjoying the tingle that spreads across your body. you nearly forget that you're half naked, only covered by as much as a cut-low top and some black panties — and you're suddenly aware of the lingering glances your step-brother sends your way.

“what? can't i just come by to say hi to my beloved sister? i'm hurt, baby,” he snarls, and by his tone, you can tell he's not hurt at all. you finally find the strength to look at him, letting your eyes roam over his tank-top-covered chest and exposed, bulging arms. as much as you hate to admit it, your brother — step-brother — is the definition of erotic, so utterly sexual you can't stop yourself from staring.

“nick, i'm serious. i don't know if you're aware, but some of us actually take college seriously,” you roll your eyes — a bad habit you got ever since meeting nicholas for the first time. a low chuckle escapes his throat as he closes the door behind him, slowly making his way towards your king-sized bed, not looking interested in what you're doing.

you know exactly what he's here for, but there's no way you're going to let him. no, not because it's wrong — only because you actually have things to do. and he's definitely not on the list, at least for now.

“okay, i get it,” he groans, throwing himself on the bed next to you, causing some books to fall on the ground in the process. it's your turn to groan, and you send him a dirty stare, smacking his arm away when he tries to reach for you. “don't be such a bitch, sissy. your big brother needs some help here,” he points towards the visible tent in his pants, and you snarl, not believing he actually said that.

the audacity.

“you're fucking disgusting, ew!” you scoff, although a familiar heat of desire begins to lick at your insides as you eye the bulge in his pants that seems to stare riiiiight back at you.

nicholas reaches for you again, leaving you no room to protests as he forces you to sit down on his lap. breathless moan leaves his mouth when he feels your bare ass press against his cock, and you sigh with defeat, annoyed.

“you could find anyone else to fuck, nick. i really can't tonight, besides — you don't even deserve it,” you murmur, deciding on not giving him the satisfaction — not after he denied you your orgasm at least four times last night.

“you know me, baby,” he groans into your neck, and your head instinctively turns to the side to give him all the access he needs, “even if i tried, no one feels as good as you. fuck, you know it, sweetheart.”

the fake sincerity in his tone doesn't fool you, even for a second, and you sigh in defeat when nicholas begins to trail soft kisses down the side of your neck. you hate him for knowing exactly how to break you, how to make you melt with a single touch, how to make you move around like a rag doll.

“nick, no. i'm fucking done. i need to study, and, i'm sorry to disappoint, brother, but you're gonna have to find another bitch to fuck tonight.”

the sound that rips off him is animalistic, inpatient, and nicholas thrusts his hips up to grind against your covered core. you let out a surprised gasp, hating the way arousal floods low in your stomach, but you know — you can't let him, not now. you try to slip off his lap, but he doesn't let you. you scowl, visibly annoyed now, kicking your legs into the air like a baby — a baby he thinks you are.

“you're such a fucking bitch, god. tried to be nice for once in my life, and that's what i fucking get?” he mumbles, almost to himself, lifting you off his lap as if he's had enough of your bullshit. you fall down onto the bed, arms sprawled out in front of you as nicholas kicks your legs open, forcing you to arch your back for him.

“get off me, you fucking dick!” you scream, panic overflooding your senses, mixed with amusement and lust, even though you hate to admit it to yourself. “fuck off, or i swear to god, i'm gonna scream,” you warn, but your voice breaks mid-sentence. and that's when you know — you're defeated.

nicholas holds your hips down, pressing his own flat against yours, pressing himself against you until the bulge in his pants brushes against your covered core. you scowl, half in disgust, half in total pleasure. your clit pulses where it's met with the throbbing tip of his cock, and, god — even through his slacks, you can feel how ready he is for you.

“so disgusting. a pathetic little whore. don't you know i always have the last word? do you think i fucking care about what you want and what you don't?” he chuckles, almost in disbelief at how quick you stop fighting him, letting him rock against you until you're a whimpering mess. “that's right, sissy. so shut up and take my fucking cock. be grateful for once, can you?”

nick rips your top off your body, throwing it onto the floor with a little to no care, and, to be honest — you can't find it in yourself to care, either. his soft palms run up and down your back, somehow calming, soothing; so much different from his rough, degrading words. the combination of his smell, touch, voice has you spiralling, and you feel yourself gushing, embarrassingly so, wetting your panties and nicholas' pants.

you hear an unmistakable sound of his belt clicking as he unbuttons his slacks, and they land on the floor seconds later, along with his tank and boxers.

nicholas can't help but chuckle as he pulls your panties to the side, seeing a string of your own arousal sticking to the ruined fabric. he knows it, then — you want it just as much, if not more than him, and he's willing to give you everything you could possibly ask for.

you gasp when you feel his tip brush against your swollen clit — just barely, to tease you, you know, as he loves to watch you squirm and beg. nick lets out a low growl as he watches your hole flutter around nothing, deciding that he has no patience to take it slow anymore.

and so, he pushes himself inside you with one, swift thrust, filling you so deep you can almost feel him in your throat. you cry out in pain, but you don't protest, knowing damn well he wouldn't care anyway. he doesn't let you adjust to his size, instead rocking into you with a rhythm that knocks the air out of your lungs, makes you grip the sheets hard, and you feel as if you might break in half from how roughly he's treating you.

“come on, take this dick. 's all you're good for, isn't it? being used like a toy. so fucking pathetic, sissy,” nicholas' hot breath tickles the side of your neck as he whispers the obscene words into your ear, causing you to shake your head and let out an inhibited cry. with his strong arm wrapped around your neck, cock rearranging your insides as you try to hold on to the last ounce of sanity you have left, you can't find the strength to answer.

you try to push through the pain; focus on the overwhelming feeling of his fingers playing with your erect nipples — the thing is, you can't. the line between your pain and his pleasure blurs as he pushes you down onto the bedding, forcing your head down so that you can scream into the pillow instead. the snapping of skin against skin — so obscene, so disgusting in a way — fills the air, only punctuated by your breathy cries and nicholas' occasional groans.

“no— fuck, nick, it hurts,” you blabber, reaching your hands back so that you can hold on to him, find comfort in his touch, even though it's so rough and painful. “nick, stop, fuck, i can't—”

“shut the fuck up. shut your needy little mouth up,” he spits, not slowing the movements of his hips, not offering you a hand to hold on to as his palm makes contact with your — already abused — ass, making you squeal in pain. “you fuckin' wanted this. now, take it. take it like a good little sister should,” he tuts, spanking the side of your ass once, twice, thrice — until your legs give out from the pleasure his rough hand grants you.

“you'll remember not to say 'no' to me ever again. you'll remember that you fucking belong to me. you'll remember that you have to take every-fucking-thing i give you. you think i give a fuck if you're in pain? you think i give a fuck if you pass out? no, sissy,” nicholas laughs maniacally. the tip of his cock hits your cervix with every hard thrust, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm you know only he can give you.

the rough cries he forces out of your throat only seem to spur him on. nicholas pulls you back until you are met with the hard muscles of his chest, contracting with every hard snap of his hips into yours. there's nowhere to hide, now, as you let out a sob so intense it claws at the top of your lungs, knocks the air out of your chest until your voice dies in your throat.

“please— please, nicky,” you sob quietly, your breaths coming out in short bursts. the change of angle has you spiralling, grabbing onto nicholas' forearm for balance as he rocks you back and forth on his cock, giving you no room to breathe or run from it. run from him.

“i love this fuckin' pussy of yours, my god,” he breathes, completely indifferent to your cries for mercy when he feels your warmth swallowing him over and over again. your walls clamp on him until he has trouble to continue the steady pace he set, and by the way your head falls back against his shoulder, he knows you're close. he can't help but laugh slightly, now, his fingers tracing soothing shapes on your cheek — a silent encouragement for you to let go, surrender to him completely — to stop running from it.

you know you'll be sore tomorrow, but the more the heat builds in your stomach, the less you care about the pain in your lower abdomen. your hips buck against him, and you try your best to fuck him back; feel him deeper in your guts until all you can see, smell, hear is him — your step-brother, rearranging your insides over and over again, indifferent to the way you break harder every time he touches you.

“nicky, shit—”

“that's not my name, bitch,” he growls — the sound ripping from his chest is so animalistic, so deprived of softness, it makes your head spin — due to both the lack of air and the sound of his voice vibrating through your very being. “be good f'me, yeah? c'mon, say it. say it and i'll let you cum. you wanna make your big brother proud, yeah, little sis?”

you try your best to nod, gasping, almost blacking out as his rough palm collapses against your ass again, again, again. nicholas frees your neck, allowing you to take a deep breath before he grabs your chin, tilting your head so that you can look him in the eye. a wide, open-mouthed smirk lingers on his face as he takes in your fucked-out expression.

your mascara running down your cheeks and neck, staining your reddened skin as if it belongs there — as if he's meant to make you cry over and over again. your mouth squeezed shut, lips pouting as he squeezes your cheeks together, smearing your fresh tears all over your face.

nick tuts, fake pouting at the sight of your lips trembling in his grasp. you gasp, resting your head against his shoulder the best you can, due to his powerful thrusts that push you forward, so close to collapsing on the bed — you know he won't let you, though.

“nick, shit— big brother, please,” you cry, groaning when he licks the side of your neck, claiming every inch of you without even trying, “i can't— it hurts so good.”

“i think you're enjoying this wayyyy too much, ain't you? such a slut, you love it when i hurt you? you love your big brother's dick stretching that little pussy out, don't you?,”nicholas tuts, breathless from the force of his thrusts — mind going blank when he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, and he's groaning, pulling you closer absentmindedly.

“yes, please! i love your cock s'much”, you wail, squeezing your eyes shut when nicholas slaps the side of your face hard enough to make you lightheaded. it hurts — hurts so bad but so good when he hurts you for his pleasure, letting out a growl so low it makes the little hairs on the back of your neck stand up. your eyes are wide and glossy the next second as you stare back at your brother, silently begging for him to please do it again.

“tell me it hurts. tell me you want me to ruin you,” he demands, his tone leaving you no room to talk back. you nod, and nicholas slaps you again, pushing you down onto the sheets and spreading your ass wider, enough for his cock to reach deeper inside your wet cunt.

“please, big brother— fuck! it hurts, hurts so bad!” you scream out, clamping down on his dick and creaming all over it, creating a white ring around the base. the sudden tightness of your cunt makes nicholas choke out a low, guttural moan, his thrusts slowing, but not quite stopping.

you tremble against the sheets, knowing damn well you're in trouble for not asking for his permission to cum — but in that moment, you can't bring yourself to care. the relief that washes over you is worth every bit of pain you know awaits. you sob loudly, unable to keep your mouth shut even when nicholas grips the side of your ass tightly, signalling that you should stop shaking and give everything he fucking gives you.

and so you do.

“nnghh, nicky— s'too much, stop, please” you wail — voice barely audible when his wet skin meets yours again, again, again, but you hope the exhaustion in your tone might awake the softer side of him, that, you know damn well, hides deep inside. you barely notice it when a globe of his spit lands on your puckered butthole, dripping down where the two of you connected.

“she'd been winking at me all night,” nicholas breathes out, smearing his own spit around your tight hole, and you barely have the time to register his words before his thumb teases where you're the tightest — that's why he loves your ass so much, you know.

“no, please—” you sniff out, supporting your body on your hands, shaking your heavy head as he bottoms out, fucking you slowly and surely now. you wince in overstimulation, feeling the pain take over your limbs as nicholas barely pushes his digit inside, cooing softly when you cry out. “nick, i can't anymore, please!”

even after the words leave your mouth, you find yourself moaning out, hating the way your body responds to nicholas' touch. he's more generous with your ass than he is with your pussy, you note, and you feel your heart swell at the realisation.

“so fuckin' tight,” nicholas groans out, hypnotised by the way your hole swallows his thumb alone, leaving only the tip of his dick inside your pussy to truly admire the mess he's made you. your walls clamp down on the remaining inch of him alone, almost as if begging for him not to leave just yet — and nicholas can't help but chuckle at the irony. “so fuckin' pathetic, sissy. j's begging to be fucked, aren't you, baby?” he asks, knowing damn well that you're unable to answer him — not when another, gut-wrenching sob leaves your mouth. it only makes nicholas grow harder inside you, if possible, his dick twitching at every little sound you make.

you whimper something sounding like his name when he slowly begins to rock into you, building his rhythm while he works his finger deeper into your tight ass. the sound of his voice, calling you 'baby', as if you're his and he's yours to love, to fuck, to claim, makes you tense against the sheets, your fingers gripping the bedding until you're sure you're gonna tear it apart.

“i can feel her clench around me, sissy. beg me to let you cum. beg like the pathetic bitch you are,” nicholas groans; his voice sounds stranded, as if he's barely holding himself back; the truth is, he's so close to the earth-shattering orgasm that already begins to lick at his insides.

“nicky, please, shit! you feel so good, don't stop, don't stop, please!” you scream, glad that the two of you are home alone, otherwise, you're sure you'd get caught long ago.

he loves this version of you — so submissive, so polite, so adorable — even though he'd never admit it out loud — drooling onto the sheets, barely holding yourself together when nicholas' thrusts get more brutal, even more painful. he groans shamelessly now, reaching down to tangle his long fingers in your hair, pulling you back until you meet his strong chest heaving behind you.

“such a good girl. wish you were always this polite," he laughs breathlessly, tilting your head so that he can kiss you, even though it's more of a tongues rolling together and teeth clicking than anything. you can barely keep up with the pace he'd set, and if it was with anyone else, you'd be embarrassed by the sounds leaving your throat. but it's nicholas — your big brother, the only man figure you ever had, you'd ever need. you're safe with him, you remind yourself, i'm safe with him. even when he forces your head further back, nearly causing your neck to snap.

you're safe.

the combination of his relentless thrusts, his thumb knuckle deep in your ass, the roughness of his touch and the wet exchange of saliva — it's all too much, and your head spins with the overwhelming pleasure. you teeter on the edge of overstimulation and another orgasm, wanting nothing more to scream until your lungs give out.

“you want me to cum inside, sissy?” nicholas asks mindlessly in between kisses, chuckling when you chase after his mouth as if you can't bear being away from him for a second longer. you whimper, nodding the best you can, gripping onto his forearm for balance. your pussy and ass clench around him, begging for him to please cum inside you, fill you up until you're full and leaking his cum. and nicholas seems to know exactly what's going on in your mind.

“maybe it'll take this time, yeah? gonna pump you nice and full, and you're gonna swell up with my babies, is that what you want, bitch?” he groans, pulling you back so that he can inspect your face, silently searching for any kind of hesitation. your blissed out expression only makes him chuckle in disbelief — you know damn well, though, he doesn't care if you truly want this or not.

his thumb splits your little hole open, along with his cock, working hard to rearrange your insides until you feel like the shell of a girl you were before you met him. when you meet nicholas' demanding gaze again, you feel your walls clamp around him, the funny feeling in your tummy beginning to spread all across your body, turning your mind into a jello.

“go on, cum for me. show me how much you love this fucking cock. how much you love me,” nick pants, a hint of desperation in his tone as he scans your face, feeling himself tether on the very edge; his thrusts becoming sloppy as he loses his rhythm.

“yes, yes, yes! oh my god, i love you— i love you so much, big brother! please, please, oh my—”

he doesn't let you finish. before you know it, he's claiming your lips in a bruising kiss, moaning into your mouth with no inhibition, gripping your hips with both hands as he lets go, painting your walls white. nicholas' orgasm triggers your own, and you cry loudly, clamping down on his dick as if to prevent him from leaving.

the feeling of his fresh load spurting against your walls is like nothing you could experience with anyone else, you realise. with nicholas' bulbous tip abusing your cervix, the veins adorning his shaft pulsing against your walls and nails digging into your skin until you're sure he'll leave marks, you can't imagine a better place to be in.

his arms wrap around your waist as you ride out your highs, drunk on each other, enjoying being close without saying another word. before you know it, though, nicholas' cock slips out of your abused cunt, making you wince.

he leans down, kneeling down to be face-to-face with your pussy, watching in awe as you clamp around nothing, aftershocks wrecking your whole body, making you fall limp against the sheets.

“push it out f'me, c'mon,” he whispers, and you obey — moaning as you do, feeling the warmness of his cum drip down onto your puffy, red clit. nicholas hums appreciatively, feeling his dick twitch as his mouth closes around your swollen nub, licking you up and down, cleaning up the mess you'd both made.

low groans vibrate against your skin, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth working on your skin and your uninhibited cries. the pure eroticism of the situation: nicholas, slurping out his own cum from your abused pussy, moaning like a whore while doing so, makes you gush around his tongue once again, as an unexpected, weak orgasm rips through you.

nicholas keeps some of your mixed juices in his mouth, breathing heavily through his nose as he pushes you to lay flat on your back on the bed, his touch much gentler, now. he leans down, brushing his thumb against your lower lip in a quiet command: open. as obedient as ever, and with the little strength you have left, you do so, your tongue lolling out of your mouth so that he can spit into your awaiting mouth.

“good little slut. so perfect for me, aren't you? swallow. the rest stays inside, maybe it'll take, yeah?” he coos, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his pinky, watching as your throat contracts when you hum at the taste of your mixed arousals lingering in your mouth.

the next second, he's kissing you sloppily, not caring about the saliva dripping down the side of your face, his tongue rolling with yours to taste every inch of you he can get his hands — or rather, mouth — on.

he's sure you're his own personal heaven, how can you not? he surely feels like it when pulling away, taking in your pouty, fucked-up expression — so sweet, so precious, in a way, but oh, so incredibly stubborn and naive.

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[niteskysx]

Stepbro! Nicholas Chavez x reader (one shot fic kinda?, established relationship)

As per your usual evening routine, you’re sitting on the couch with a textbook open on your lap, trying to lose yourself in your studies. Eventually, you hear footsteps—heavy, purposeful—and before you even look up, you know it’s Nick.

He stands in front of you, arms crossed, his jaw set in a tense line. There’s a hardness in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before. You hesitate to ask, but you do it anyway. Can’t hurt, can it?

“Rough day?” you ask softly, trying to ease the tension with a small, nervous smile.

Nick doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he drops down beside you on the couch, much closer than he usually does. “You could say that,” he mutters, his tone sharper than usual. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back, his gaze drifting over you slowly, intently. “Think you could help make it better?”

And there it was.

Your throat tightens, but you manage a small nod. “How… how can I help?”

He raises an eyebrow, almost amused by your innocence. “Just… be here with me.”

His hand moves to rest on your knee, his thumb slowly tracing circles against the fabric of your jeans, sending a shivers down your back.

You feel that familiar touch on you, whenever he “needs” you. “I-I’m here,” you whisper, glancing down, unable to meet his eyes.

“Good,” Nick murmurs, his hand moving up just a bit, his fingers grazing your thigh. “Because I need a distraction. He leans in, his voice softening as he leans in closer to you. “Think you can keep me company tonight?”

You take a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to speak. “Nick… maybe tonight isn’t the best time. I really need to focus on my studies,” you say, forcing a gentle smile, hoping he’ll take the hint and let you go.

Nick leans closer, his voice soft but insistent. “C’mon. Just a few minutes. You don’t have to study all night, do you?” He slides his hand just a little higher as he gives you a faint, almost pleading smile.

You swallow, feeling trapped under his stare. “I… I really can’t, Nick.” you stammer, trying to pull your thoughts together, to say something that might sway him.

Nick’s narrow at your hesitation, and his expression shifts into one of frustration. He lets out a sharp breath, his hand leaving your thigh abruptly. “Fine. Whatever,” he mutters, his voice edged with annoyance. He pushes himself up from the couch, giving you one last hard look before turning on his heel.

Ten minutes flew by.

You had been sitting there in silence for ten whole minutes and you know you should be getting back to your studying but you couldn’t…. He just seemed so mad and you didn’t want him to mad at you. Why did it bother you so much?

You couldn’t figure out why you felt this way, especially considering the amount of stress this man gives you— Sneaking around the house, him finding new ways to “torture” you or pleasure you— depending on what his mood is, making sure no one sees you two together, especially your mom and stepdad.

Before you know it, you found yourself standing outside his door, hesitant. Part of you wants to turn back, but another part of you is telling you to knock on that door.

God, has he completely corrupted you?

Your trembling hands manage to knock lightly on the door, and after a moment, you hear his voice from the other side. “Yeah?”

Slowly, you push the door open, peeking in to see him lying on his bed, playing with a baseball ball by himself, with his gaze fixed on the ceiling. He doesn’t look at you, but you can tell by the way his jaw tightens that he knows it’s you.

“Hey… I just wanted to check on you,” you say softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind you.

He finally turns his head to look at you, his expression unreadable. “Why? Thought you were too busy,” he says, his tone a mix of bitterness and something else—something that makes your heart race.

You take a hesitant step forward. “I… I’m sorry if I upset you. I just really needed to study, that’s all.”

Nick sits up slowly, his gaze locking onto yours. “Yeah? And what about now? Suddenly have time for me?”

He sounds mad, but still manages a slight smirk on his face.

You take a seat next to him on the bed.

“I just… didn’t want you to be upset,” you mumble, looking down at your hands.

He scoots in closer to you, closing the space between you and him. “So, you’re here to make it up to me, then?” he asks, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself. “What? I-I didn’t mean—”

But he doesn’t let you finish. He leans in even closer than before, with his hand resting on your knee and his face mere inches from yours. You can feel the warmth of his breath hitting your face. “I think you did,” he murmurs, his hand moving to rest on your hips, pulling you just a little closer. “So… make it up to me, then.”

(I WANNA CONTINUE THIS BUT I HAVE NO IDEAS!! 😭 SO IF YOU LIKE THIS SHITTY PIECE AND HAVE IDEAS FOR TO CONTINUE IT LOL PLS LMK OKAYY ILYY 🤍)

[lalavenderangel]

stepbro!nicholas will not end there by the way! i don’t know how many parts there will be but know there is fosure a part two that will be coming, when? i don’t know but i’ll be working on it here soon! 🥰