stepbrother!ari is fingering you from under the blanket you both share at movie night with your stepmother/stepfather 💦
well since most of the fic is set in the frat house, this would be in the middle of a movie night with the rest of the guys 😳😳
consider this a snippet for the fic !! It’ll definitely be a scene 🤩
Lloyd exhales heavily as another quiet whimper sounds from beside him. He keeps his eyes locked on the screen, and digs his nails into the worn leather of the couch.
It didn’t take a genius to know what was going on, and admittedly, he may have hinted at touching you during the movie to Ari, and your stepbrother being the jealous prick he is, claimed that sweet spot between you thighs twenty minutes into the movie.
Your knee knocks his once more and he turns to you. Briefly admiring the sweat kissing your hairline, and the swollen flesh of your lips as your teeth gnaw ruthlessly. Your eyes flutter shut and your breath picks up, as does the dull motions under the blanket.
“You okay, duck?”
Your eyes shoot open as your bones stiffen, terrified, you look up at him. “Huh?”
“Are you okay?” He reaches out to touch your forehead. “You’re a little warm, pumpkin, you getting sick?”
“It was probably Steve, he always gets sick around this time of year.” Andy slouches back, his legs spreading wide enough to nudge Ari. “And she did sleep in his room while you were gone.”
Across the room, the blond flips him off and blows his nose into a tissue.
“Poor baby, maybe you should take off this blanket—”
“No!” All gazes fall on you, the movie long forgotten as you cling to the fabric with a trembling frame. “N-No thank you… I’m okay.”
“Nonsense.” Lloyd yanks it again.
“She said no.” Ari shoves away his hand. “Leave her alone.”
Lloyd rolls his eyes. “You know, we had lots of fun while you were gone. Duck here got real comfortable walking around here in almost nothing.”
You don’t dare to meet your stepbrother’s eyes, and try to desperately forget all the touching, the way the guys would brush past you and sneak a hand up your (it was one of theirs actually, but you don’t know who) t-shirt. Without Ari here to do your laundry, you ran out of panties quickly—it was like they were disappearing into thin air.
“Is that why you don’t wanna move the blanket, honey?” Curtis raises a brow. “You forgot to put panties on again?”
You whine as his fingers press deep, a wispy moan escaping your sealed lips.
“You missed out, Ari, dummy baby couldn’t figure out how to use the washing machine… waltzed around here showing off her cute little cunt.” Lloyd taunts. “Even let me have a taste, right where you’re sitting actually. And now I know why you’re plugging her up right now—that pussy makes an awful mess…”
this is a spoiler for the fic 😳 smash or pass aftermath: (check the FI masterlist for the drabbles !! this is a continuation of movie night and while Ari is away)
Your cheeks go hot when he pulls your panties up and the wet cotton clings to your folds. It hurts a bit, but in a good way—the best way.
"Look how pretty you are, duck." He grunts, slowly dragging his cock along your clothed slit, trails of pre cum staining the soft blue. "Prettiest cunt I've ever seen."
"Th-Thank you..." Your eyes flutter shut as the fat tip nudges your swollen clit, "ah! Right there, that—that spot, please!"
"You know, the other guys wouldn't be as nice as me." Ari yanks the gusset to the side and spits down, his thick saliva lands on your petals, dribbling down to your tight hole. "But you must know that already, huh? You let Lloyd touch you here."
Your bottom lip wobbles, "I'm sorry, I-uh! We were watchin' videos and he—"
"Yeah, yeah, he told me." Ari hisses, "he showed you a few dirty videos," some step-siblings shit, the filthiest he could find, nasty words and scenarios, and messy creampies and facials. "And you liked them, duck. Didn't you?"
You gulp, staring up at him through teary eyes, "He said he wouldn't tell you."
Oh, dummy, dummy duck. "Don't you know not to believe a word that comes outta his mouth?"
AND IF I WERE TO SAY... THE FIRST CHAPTER IS PRACTICALLY DONE 🌚 AND SITTING IN MY GOOGLE DOCS... but we should finish Flamingo King before jumping into another au 🫡🫡
poor duck has been sick for a couple days but she's finally feeling better !! to bad all shes left with is the puffy eyes, swollen lips, and some sniffles 😊 luckily for little duck her sweetest step-brother Ari's been taking care of her, but oh how cute she looks when she sleeps all cuddled into him - would be a shame if Ari couldn't control himself anymore i mean honestly he deserves a treat for taking such good care of you
Oh my ✋😵💫🤚(Somno below)
Ari’s fingers dance over his keyboard, the screen illuminates his dim bedroom and reflects in his eyeglasses. He’s shirtless and his chain sits on his hairy chest—you want nothing more than to cuddle him, but you’re too weak to move.
Instead, you just wait for him to notice you’re awake. You blink up at him with soft and tired eyes, your lips puckered in a pout. You try to speak but end up with a coughing fit.
Ari is quick to hand you some water, placing his palm on the middle of your back as you take slow sips. He briefly touches your forehead, it’s still hot and you’re starting to sweat again.
“Poor duck, I think it’s time for your bath, hm?” He rubs you head gently, “then, we’ll get some food and medicine in you and you can go to sleep again.”
“…yeah, but can you carry me, please?” You ask. “My body is still all achey…”
Ari moves away his laptop and pushes aside the sheets, his eyes zeroing on your cotton panties. He licks his lips, seeing the outline of your folds “Well, let’s get you all clean.”
He takes you to the bathroom, thankfully not meeting any of the guys on the way. They’ve been attentive too, but Ari was always the one to take care of you whenever you’re unwell—“she’s my stepsister, she’s my responsibility” was his excuse but his frat bros know it’s also because you get so clingy and sleepy when you’re sick, and Ari’s a possessive asshole.
You sit on the closed toilet lid, yawning and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater. “So sleepy… do I have to bathe now?”
Ari switches on the water to a comfortable setting. “Yes, and I promise you’ll feel a lot better afterward.” He cups your warm cheeks, his heart swells as you lean into his touch. “What if I go in with you, duck? That way you could go to sleep if you want.”
“Will you?”
“Of course. I promised I’d always take care of you, didn’t I?”
You do fall asleep in the bath, naked and on his lap. Ari works on washing you, getting you all clean and refreshed.
He can’t resist the temptation and plays with your pretty folds under the water, rubbing your button as you squirm and whine. He even goes further and makes you give him a pussyjob while you sleep. The water splashes over the tub, you softly moan in his ear and come all over his cock—and he makes sure to come inside you with just the tip breaching your little hole.
would FI!reader ever stumble into what she thinks is ari’s room at night after she’s had a nightmare, only for it to be one of the other boys’ rooms?🫣 who would it be and what would they do? would they be nice for once and offer some comfort n soothing words, or would some other things happen?🤭
ok so I know I’ve been neglecting the other guys (Lloyd and Andy) but C’MON !! Oblivious innocent!reader walking in on Curtis during phone sex, all sleepy and thinking it’s Ari’s bedroom, and me thinks other things almost happen:
Consider this a snippet/spoiler:
The door creaks open and Curtis quickly mutes the call when a silhouette appears in the dim light. He hears the soft sniffles before the figure gets closer, quietly weeping while tugging a blanket and a familiar green stuffie.
“Uh duck?”
You jump, and pout deeper. “S-Sorry, had a nightmare. I was lookin’ for Ari’s room.” Curtis is lying there, blanket across his hips and a slight sheen of sweat on his chest.
Before you can turn around, he calls your name. “So you’re just gonna wake me up and leave?”
“You weren’t sleeping…”
He squints. “How do you know that?”
You sleepily point to the device on his bed, still on and displaying a current call. Carelessly, he hangs up the call—finding no interest in that person now that you’re here clad in a t-shirt and panties. Phone sex was nothing compared to sweet little you.
“You had a bad dream?” He asks, slyly hiding his hard cock with the duvet. He pats the mattress, “c’mere, you can tell me about it.”
You nod, shuffling towards the bed. Slowly settling into the sheets, you snuggle into the pillow. “I was all alone… stranded at a bus stop on an empty, foggy street. It was night, or just really dark, I don’t know. Everyone just left me.”
“Who did?”
“My parents, Ari, all the guys including you. Everyone I love just—left me.” You sniffle, tucking your nose into Puddles’ green fur.
Curtis wraps his arm around your waist, tugging you closer. “Poor duck, you must’ve been really scared.”
“Y-Yeah… I even tried to follow you guys too. But the bus just drove off and I couldn’t see anything.”
He feels you trembling against his bare body and your leg hooks over his hip. He tenses when your core gets awfully close to his still-hard cock, but in your sad little state of mind, he doubts you even notice the slight rock of his hips.
He can’t help himself—especially when you’ve got those pretty tears dripping down your face.
With a tense jaw, he nuzzles your face. “Shh, you’re safe here, duck. No one is gonna hurt or abandon you.” He kisses your cheek, “You’re our best girl and we love you.”
“Love you too. All of you, especially Ari.”
Curtis refrains from rolling his eyes. “Why don’t you get some sleep, hm? Probably worked yourself up with all the crying.” He rubs the back of your head, keeping you close when his hips sink between your thighs. As you drift off, he almost covers you completely, trapping you on his bed. He sits up, hands in the pillow on either side of your head, he peers down at his heavy cock against your panty-clad cunt.
The door opens once more and he glances over his shoulder, his bones going stiff.
“Duck isn’t in her room, have you seen—” Ari’s eyes fall on the yellow blanket peeking out from beneath Curtis’ duvet. His bare chest rises and falls, heavy breaths puffing from his lips. “Get off her before I choke you out.”
Curtis scoffs and flips over, not trying to hide his dick as Ari quickly but delicately scoops you up. “I didn’t even do anything. She came in here on her own.”
“And you were going to fuck her while she slept?”
“Not like you haven’t done it.”
Ari grits his teeth, “but she doesn’t belong to you, does she?”
Curtis huffs tiredly. “Well, she interrupted my phone sex, and now your presence is killing my boner.” He turns on his side, facing away from the door. “Shut the door when you leave, asshole.”
Ari doesn’t shut the door when he leaves, but he does flip on the light.
thinking about playfully wrestling with stepbro Ari and he’s letting you win cause he thinks it’s cute when you think you’re tough and then you try to pin him down and accidentally grind against him 😵💫
“I wanna learn to defend myself” turned into you on top of him, straddling his hips with his wrists pinned above his head. You’re grinning down at him, so happy about finally overpowering him while Ari’s as tense as a board.
Your smile drops. “Ari? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” He lies, because your skirt has flipped up, and his hard length is against your core. Your thin panties and his basketball shorts are the only barriers.
He should’ve worn underwear today.
You pout and shift above him, accidentally grinding down on his bulge. Your eyes widen, but you don’t get off him—if anything, you slowly start rocking your hips.
“Duck, m-maybe you should get off.”
You freeze, loosening your grip on his wrists. Your hands move to his bare chest, bracing yourself atop his lap as he sits up.
“Wait,” You can feel his breath on your face, and the hair beneath your fingers. “Is it—is that supposed to feel good? When I do this?” With languid motions, you start grinding against his bulge. Soft whimpers leaving your wet lips as tingles shoot up your spine. “Because it feels good, it feels really good.”
Bestie imma need Stepbro!Ari to give my pussy CPR because he has killed her
When I say this man is nasty, I mean NASTY:
"That's it, duck, slow and steady." He guides your hips, keeping you upright as you tremble and whine. "Feels good, yeah? Must feel really nice on your cute button."
You whimper, shakily fisting the head of the teddy bear beneath you. The rocking sends streams of pleasure through your body, your cunt is soaked, and your juices smear down your thighs and seep through the fur.
"Is this—am I doing it r-right?"
"Almost." Ari licks his lips, slowly trailing to your core. He gently tugs at the band of your panties, yanking them up and snug between your puffy folds. "These are in the way and keeping you from feeling even better."
"B-But are you allowed to see me... down there?"
"I should be the only one seeing you down here." He pats your mound, dragging his thick fingers along the wet cotton. "No one else, but judging by your face, I'm assuming someone already got that honour."
You start crying, big tears dripping down your sweaty cheeks and into the corners. "You're gonna hate me."
"I could never hate you, duck. I love you." His voice is calm although he's seething.
You hiccup as he continues to move your hips, making you grind against the stuffie. "Other people, uhm, the guys saw. Stevie... Curtis..."
Every name hammers a nail into his heart.
"Lloyd... and Ransom."
He inhales. "And, Andy?"
You turn into a blubbering mess. "O-Only in pictures."
happens to be with a cute boy!! Cue Ari making you
guys work at the frat house so he can keep an eye on
you.
And hey, if he ends up coaxing you to come up and
"relax" for a
"snack break" with him in his bedroom,
who are you to say no? Ari always knows best, right?🫠🫠
-💋
OMG YES !! your assigned partner is sweet nerdy jake jensen 🥰
"Uh... is he just going to watch the whole time?"
You barely glance up from your backpack, still searching for your pretty sticker-covered pencil case. "He's just makin' sure I'm okay."
Jake slowly turns away from the doorway, trying to ignore the almost seven-foot shadow before he starts sweating up a storm. He was already nervous enough to be paired with you, the prettiest girl he's ever seen, and now he's in the house of the most popular and intimidating frat on campus.
"Oh no, I hope I didn't leave it in class." You pout, mourning the loss of your favourite pens and pencils. "Ari! Have you seen my pencil case?"
The brunet takes a slow sip of his water bottle, chest still covered in a thin sheen of sweat from his earlier jog. "It's up in my room."
"Thank goodness!" You jump up, "I'll be right back, Jakey." You brush his shoulder and skip towards the stairs.
Ari stays there for a moment, glaring at the poor blond before a loud crash sounds from the ceiling.
"Uh... Ari! I need help!" You call out, slightly muffled. "Your books fell—what order were they in?"
"Coming, duck." He finally blinks and leaves, taking the suffocating tension with him.
A few seconds later, the basement door bursts open and enters a buzzcut-haired man with low-hanging shorts and a towel around his shoulders. Curtis cocks a brow, "You're still here?"
"Yes?" Jake answers although it sounds more like a question. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"She won't be back for a while... Ari is probably lecturing her about boys, or school, or just hogging her because, well," he gestures to him, "he's protective."
Jake wrinkles his nose, "He isn't her father."
Curtis snorts. "Doesn't stop her from calling him daddy."
I need more frat stepbro Ari. I need him like I need oxygen to live. I’m obsessed.
That little shy thing sneaks out of the spare room and goes directly to Ari’s. Laying down on top of him, dragging ‘innocently’ her already wet cunt over his half hard bulge.
-🫶🏻
“I can’t sleep,” you whine, cuddling into his bare chest. “Too nervous about tomorrow—why are exams so scary?”
“Don’t know, duck.” Ari’s voice is tense, his fingers digging into his bedsheets as you unknowingly grind down on his crotch. “A-Are you sure you can’t sleep by yourself?”
You sit up abruptly, bottom lip trembling. “Do you not want me here?”
“No, no, god no, baby. Of course I want you here.” Ari is quick to reply, cupping your warm cheeks, brushing his thumbs over your skin. “It’s just—what are the guys gonna think when they see you in my bed, dressed like this?” He pinched the fabric of his jersey, and gestures to your panty-clad bottom.
You tilt your head, “we’re just close. They know that, I’ve even slept in Stevie’s bed when you went on an overnight trip because I was scared and lonely!”
“What?” His brows furrowed tightly, the moonlight outlines his cheekbones. “You slept with Steve?”
“Yes, and we watched scary movies all night—he said it would help me be less scared, which I didn’t get. It only made me more. I, uhm… I kept jumping on him whenever something spooky happened…” You look down at your fingers pressed on Ari’s hairy chest, “he said it was okay, and we cuddled until morning… he’s so big and warm, I felt super safe!”
