ⓘ stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader, stepcest (don't like? don't read), sex chocolate, teasing, choking, edging, finger sucking, dubcon (if you squint), counter sex, creampie, almost getting caught
You couldn't help but laugh when Chris told you he was participating in No Nut November. "No way. Not a chance in hell you're making it the whole month!" You shook your head in disbelief at him, your lips curling into a skeptical grin.
"I'm gonna try," he responded, his voice sounding genuine. "I was listening to this podcast -"
"Wait. You're being serious?" You wrinkled your brow at him, wondering who the hell this man was and what he'd done with your horn dog of a stepbrother who couldn't even get to sleep at night without jerking off first.
"Yeah, I mean. How hard can it be?"
You'd made it your goal ever since to make him fail.
Especially because he wasn't going to leave you high and dry for an entire month.
You'd heard about sex chocolate, and you'd always been a bit curious about it, so you figured now was the perfect time to test out if it actually worked or not.
You were in the kitchen one November night, reading Romeo & Juliet at the dining room table, the bowl of chocolates sitting in front of you, each one neatly wrapped. Chris walked in through the front door, headphones on and a basketball under his arm, his skin glistening with sweat.
His gaze landed on you, his intense blue eyes traveling over your soft thighs that were peeking out of your shorts and the tiny top you were wearing that barely covered your midriff.
"Jesus. Would it kill ya t'put some damn clothes on?" He snapped at you, rolling his eyes and taking off his headphones, assuming your outfit was some ploy to trap him.
You smirked, knowing your outfit was just the start of it.
You didn't even have to bait him. The next thing he did was dip his hand into the bowl of chocolates that sat in front of you. "Careful. Those are aphrodisiac chocolates," you told him, giving him a smug look as he unwrapped the candy.
"What? Is that like fancy chocolate or somethin'?" He wondered aloud before popping it into his mouth, rolling the foil wrapping between his fingers and tossing it back into the bowl.
"Something like that," you replied, closing your book. You stood up from your chair, noticing the bit of melted chocolate on Chris' fingertip. "Here. Let me get that."
You took Chris' hand, holding his pointer finger up to your lips, taking it into your mouth, and slowly sucking the chocolate off while you looked into his blue eyes. His pink lips parted in pleasure, his eyebrows pinning together. It had been weeks since he'd gotten off, and he could already feel that burning desire start in his lower stomach as you kept going longer than necessary.
You took his finger a bit deeper, humming around his knuckle as you slowly moved your head back and forth. It took everything in him to fight against the urge to rip your clothes off and fuck you right there on the dinner table.
"I know what you're trying to do," he said, his voice stern and unforgiving as he shook his head, "and it's not gonna work this time." He used all his willpower to stop you, pulling his finger out of from behind your plump lips.
Little did he know, he'd already fallen into your trap, and the chocolate was about twenty minutes from taking effect.
"Suit yourself," you shrugged, snagging your novel from off the table, tucking it under your arm, and pushing past him with a devious look in your eye. Chris wrinkled his nose at you in confusion, fully expecting you to try harder and almost a little disappointed when you didn't.
He watched you saunter out of the kitchen, glancing back at your long legs and your perfectly-shaped ass, already hard from the way you'd sucked on his finger. "Shit," he quietly whispered under his breath, wiping his sweaty palms on the front of his sweatpants as he tried to settle his nervous system.
He wandered into the living room, collapsing down onto the couch in front of the TV, still determined to finish out No Nut November on a high note and ignore the nagging between his legs.
He flicked through various channels, bouncing his restless leg as he tried to keep his mind off of you. However, he kept finding himself circling back. He remembered the way your lips felt around his knuckle, your tongue softly caressing the tip of his finger and sending an electric feeling through him.
He felt his cock twitch against the cotton fabric as he struggled to push the thought of you away. He sighed, closed his eyes, and sank further into the couch, but all he could see playing out in the inside of his eyelids was you on your knees in front of him, his resolve starting to break.
His heart hammered away in his ribcage, his body temperature rising, and his breath growing heavy. He felt all the same responses he'd feel if he were just naturally turned on, and he attributed the intensity of it to it being a couple weeks since the last time he'd gotten off.
He groaned, shut off the TV, and shot back up from the couch, pacing around the room, his mind swirling with the thought of you.
He spent several minutes trying to distract himself from his growing erection until he decided to head upstairs and take a shower. He stood under the warm water, letting it cascade over him, his sinful thoughts creeping back in, making it nearly impossible for him to keep his hands off of himself.
He quickly soaped himself up and rinsed himself off, spending less than five minutes in the shower, worried his hands would wander if he spent much longer in there. He persevered despite the fact that his arousal was now all-consuming.
Several minutes later, you came downstairs for a glass of water, stopping dead in your tracks when you saw Chris standing in the kitchen with his wet hair in nothing but a towel draped around his waist. He was standing in front of the bowl of chocolates, examining the wrapper.
His intense blue eyes darted up at you, darkening, his jaw clenched. "Libido enhancing?" He asked, pointing at the label.
"I told you. They're aphrodisiac chocolates," you smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.
"You know I don't know what that word means!" He exclaimed, a look of betrayal carved into his features. "You gave me sex chocolate?"
"I didn't give it to you. That's what you get for taking a chocolate without asking me," you retorted, your gaze flickering down to his 'v' lines that poked out of the top of his white towel.
"Bitch," Chris snarled, his fists clenched at his sides.
You arched an eyebrow and offered a half-hearted shrug, your smug smirk peeking through your expression. "Whatcha gonna do about it?"
Chris bolted toward you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed, squirming around in his grasp. "Put me down!" You pounded your fist against his muscular shoulder, secretly loving the way he handled you.
He carried you over to the island countertop, roughly sitting you down on the edge of the granite, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Think ya can just get me all riled up like that? Nah, you're gonna take care of it now, too."
He pulled back, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours as he forced your legs apart with his strong hands. You let him. Your eyes fluttered shut and your lips curled into a smile as he slipped his fingers into your shorts and panties, pulling you closer to the edge by your undergarments and roughly tugging them to the side.
You heard his towel fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
Chris snaked his fingers around his thick, veiny cock that was practically begging for relief. He swiped his thumb over his sensitive, pink tip, smearing precum around and shuddering at the sensation. He slowly pumped his length, twisting his wrist as he neared the head, his cock throbbing in his hand.
The guttural moan that passed through his lips gave you goosebumps.
Chris positioned himself between your legs, repeatedly slapping the tip of his cock against your pussy and hissing through his teeth. He slowly bucked his hips forward, dragging the underside of the head through your slick folds, teasing you both.
You could feel every ridge and vein as his cockhead gently brushed over your clit again and again, creating a wonderful friction and making you suddenly aware of how empty you were.
Without further warning, Chris abruptly shoved his cock inside of you, soothing the ache. Your jaw dropped, and you let out a strangled moan as you stretched around him, your legs instinctively opening wider for him. Every last inch sank into your warm cunt before he snapped his hips back and forward again, slamming into you. You felt completely full.
"So warm... so wet... so soft," he described how you felt between his faltering, ragged breaths, his heart stuttering in his chest as he dragged his length in and out of you.
Another desperate sound fell from your pouty lips, your fingertips curling around the edge of the countertop. "I missed your cock so bad."
"I know," he smirked, coiling the fingers of his free hand around your throat and pulling you closer to him, his blue eyes boring into you. "Poor thing." He gave you a fake pout, his voice saturated with faux sympathy, his gaze darkening.
He leaned in and roughly captured your lips with his own. You immediately melted into his hungry kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your whole body softened, giving into him. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down on it hard enough to bruise.
You pinned your eyebrows together in a look of pleasure and pain, feeling his grasp tighten around your neck as the rhythm of his strokes picked up, each one hitting deep. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer like having him inside you wasn't enough.
You moaned into his mouth, your lip vibrating against his. He continued his thrusts, drilling into you harder as the sounds you made encouraged him. You could feel the familiar sensation starting in the pit of your stomach, the warmth spreading through your lower abdomen.
"Gettin' close?" He mumbled in between kisses. "I can feel ya squeezin' me." You opened your mouth to speak, but instead a strangled moan fell from your lips, earning a devious smile from Chris who could tell you were only seconds away from finishing.
You could tell he was close as well - the way he was pumping into you faster and harder, the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you, and the strong hold he had you in by your throat.
The sounds of the two of you breathing heavily, moaning uncontrollably, and sloppily making out filled the room accompanied by the wet sounds of him fucking into your drooling hole with reckless abandon. You could feel yourself start to tremble, your orgasm nearing.
Your knuckles started to turn lose color from gripping the counter so tightly, trying to keep yourself anchored.
Chris kept up his rough pace, feeling his knees grow weak as he pumped you full of his hot, sticky cum. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, sending you over the edge. The two of you came in unison, your walls fluttering around him, sucking him in, and milking him dry as he mounted you.
"Fuck," he mumbled under his breath once he pulled away from the kiss. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you and watching as a mixture of his fluids and yours dripped out of you and onto the kitchen floor. You both smiled down at the mess he made inside of you, his hard cock still bobbing just a few inches from your entrance.
The two of you didn't get to recover from the aftermath of the incredibly hot counter sex you'd just had before you heard the familiar sound of two car doors shut in the driveway. "Shit!" You exclaimed, hopping off the counter and diving for the bowl of sex chocolates on the kitchen table.
Chris scrambled to wipe the drop of cum off the floor with his towel, the two of you quickly disposing of any and all evidence of what you'd just done. Adrenaline pumped through your veins, knowing you had about thirty seconds to make it look like you were doing anything else than what you were doing.
You bounded up the stairs, Chris following closely behind, the two of you fleeing the scene before his mom and your dad came walking through the front door...
a/n: i'm sorry it took me so long to put this one out /: just pretend i released it a month ago pls when nnn was still relevant
I HAVE FINALLY FINISH THIS GRAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS UEUEUEUE
It took a lot bc of school and other stuff buuuuut hey here it is. Its kinda funny how I got this idea for the comic, when I did the sketch for the 'first part' and then I wanted to do more, I was thinking to do it in a sketch way and not a comic JSJSJSJ I did also noticed an error but that was near finish this so... I dedided to be a happy fella. The next time I would be more careful
With this comic I tried to experiment a bit, I learned a lot!!
Also, @aloispara helped with some dialogues!! Thank you so much for your time!! :D
And I was thinking to do more comics, perhaps, contuining this story! in a way JSJSS
summary: in which you misunderstand what chris wants while watching tv
contains: fluff
the living room was dim, a soft glow coming from the lamp perched on the hallway stand was the only light source aside from the tv. you had been doing work from their kitchen table all day, and had only just finished. you stood up, shut your laptop, yawned, and stretched your arms above your head, making your soft, oversized hoodie ride up slightly.
chris sat in front of the tv, completely focused on the show he was watching, legs curled beneath him, and arms crossed against his broad chest. you smiled to yourself, seeing him so engrossed in the tv show he had been watching for the past week.
you padded across the room to behind the couch, resting your hands on his shoulders. “hey baby.” you murmured softly, your voice slightly tired after work. chris looked up at you, an affectionate smile spreading across his features as he saw you. “hey,” he cooed, tilting his head back against the couch headrest. he reached his arms up and cupped your jaw, pulling you closer. you leaned down to him, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.
you smiled into the kiss, then pulled away, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through you that still appeared even after all this time with him. “y’good?” he asked, cocking his head to the side slightly. you nodded. “just a little tired.” you said with a weary smile. he nodded, turning his attention back to the tv.
you continued to stand behind the couch, absent-mindedly watching the tv show, your eyes slightly unfocused. it wasn’t until you saw movement in your peripherals that they refocused. chris’s hands were outstretched again, reaching up in your direction. you gave a small huff of amusement under your breath before giving him a high-five with the tips of your fingers.
you drew your fingers away, but his hands were still extended. you gave his other hand a high-five, not thinking much of it, since chris was always wanting physical touch in weird ways. your fingers drew away for the second time, and in a matter of seconds, chris’ hands were moving again. he curled his fingers into his palm repeatedly, as if he was squeezing the air. and that’s when it came over you.
you let out a giggle, chest vibrating with the noise as you realised what he wanted. he wanted your tits.you swatted his hands away, an amused grin on your face. “you’re so fucking weird.” you giggled, rounding the couch to flop down on top him, looking up from your head’s position on his lap.
“what? you can’t blame a guy for wanting a squeeze.” he said, looking down at you, that stupidly attractive and goofy smile plastered on his face. he poked your cheek playfully, squishing it. “a squeeze? really chris?” you scoffed dramatically under your breath. but there was no real heat behind it, just an average day of dealing with your boyfriend’s antics.
word count: 493
a/n: my first fic! ahh, this is low-key ass, but i thought it was a funny idea. lmk if there’s anything you guys want to see next, or if you want to be added to my taglist. tbh i’m not even expecting this to get much interaction. but i love writing either way.
his thick mushroom head torturously dragged through your sloppy folds, his veiny hand on your lower back spanning out while applying a perfect amount of pressure to slip a pretty arch into your form.
"mhm, y'good there, baby? y'look real pretty f'me, makin' those gorgeous noises. they all for me, huh? not even in yet."
his low, raspy voice rings in your ears, only making you mewl more.
"y'ready?"
all you can feel is... well, weak. the rest of your senses are cut off. you can only feel. mentally.
oh, but you know when he slips in, and he knows you know by the noise you let out. it's inbetween a moan and a whine. yeah, you look pathetic, but that's the fun of it all, right? well, for chris it is.
"yeah..." he groans. "take it all so pretty like that f'me." a teasing pace is chosen, the type that leaves your sopping hole trying to suck him back in with each pull-away.
he decides to give you the closeness you definitely dont deserve, leaning down to press his hoodie-clad chest against your smooth-skin back.
"mhm, m'here, my love." he speaks like a patronising enemy, just teasing, as if you aren't going crazy from basically nothing. "i know, baby. i know."
thats when it happens. his bicep links around your neck in a loose headlock. even such a simple gesture, that he probably didnt even think about, has you reaching your orgasm faster than he guestimated.
as his thrusts speed up, getting harsher and deeper, the headlock tightens with each grunt he lets out.
"f-fuck, m'gonna—" you hiccup.
you dont even have to finish your sentence. he knows. "mhm? y'close baby?"
you feel like a piece of meat on a skewer.
"yeah? y'get how much y've been teasin' me tonight yet?" he whispers into your ear as if he's genuinely pissed off, and his tone is genuinely frightening when you're in this vulnerable state.
thats when he pulls out.
you whine and mewl, already trying to push your hips back against nothing. soft pants leave your lips.
"you wanted to be a prick, so now y'pay the price." and his meaty fingers are already yanking the waistband of his sweats and boxers back up.
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