#stepbrother!james

[prettybabybaby]

you know that sex-ed some parents give their kids about what is an appropriate and inappropriate touch and when to tell an adult? older brother james giving reader that lesson, except he demonstrates all the types of touches that no one but him is allowed to give her. instead of “this is your private area” he teaches “this is james’ private area” and while he’s buried between her legs he explains that if anyone but him tries to do this, she has to let him know immediately

rating: 18+. mdni.

content: dubcon, stepcest, very innocent reader

the taste still lingers in your mouth. a salty, bitter musk from your lips to your throat but at least it isn’t sticky anymore. you don’t like these lessons but todays is another level of icky. james had taken his private place out today, claiming it was time for you to see the real thing instead of just resting your hand over the strange area. afterwards, he had made you kiss it and lick it all over, making you feel every inch of his private in your mouth.

you know he just wants what’s best for you and you have always been a hands-on learner. he knows that. maybe that’s why he’s teaching you all of this. he’s making sure you know this isn’t okay. ‘they’re called privates for a reason, angel,’ he’d said.

now, as his tongue flicks over yours, the intensity making your toes curl and your body shudder in ways you don’t like, you really understand. slick sounds come from between your thighs, a slurping sound that makes your stomach burn and your thighs quiver. you squirm in your spot but you don’t get very far, his strong arms holding your thighs in place. you feel your lips trembling again.

“I know, my sweet,” james mutters, his lips brushing your core with every movement. “I know… just hold still, I have a few things left to show you. I can’t have you getting taken advantage of…”

[ddejavvu]

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"James?" Your voice was hesitant and confused as you stared up at the man in your doorway, the laptop on your legs still playing your favorite show, "Did you need something?"

"Yeah, we do." James gestured to his friends behind him, the one's you'd briefly greeted when they'd gotten there only hours prior, "We're gettin' a little bored."

"Oh," You frowned, head spinning as you tried figuring out why James needed you, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"There's lotsa things you can do, bunny," James grinned wolfishly, "Y'wanna show my friends what we do together? I bet they'd love to play with my toy."

[ohlovxr]

stepbrother!james would be super sweet and literally obsessed with bratty!reader and all you’d do is take advantage of it :((

stepbro!james would drive you places, bail on friends to come and help you out when you’re in a bind, bring you back your favourite drink or snack for no reason at all other than the fact that he was out.

stepbro!james would make you his princess when he’s got you underneath him. he takes his payment for all the shit he does for you in your needy whines and the feel of your cunt tightening around his tongue or cock.

stepbro!james would, though, have a limit. when you’re a little too bratty and bold, he’s got no choice but to punish you (even when it kills him to have to do things like deprive you of your release or bend you over his lap to paint your ass red and tell you that “i don’t like this anymore than you do, baby. remember, we wouldn’t be in this position if you’d just been less of a little brat.”

stepbro!james would always comfort you after you’ve learned your lesson and go right back to being the sweet stepbrother that only encourages your brattiness <33

[prettybabybaby]

rating: 18+. mdni.

pairing: stepbrother!james x reader

content: non/dubcon, stepcest

nct version. (I am neocentral!)

james was only meant to stay the first few nights in your new apartment, helping you move your furniture around to your liking and tend to small, broken things around the home. but he never left.

it has been weeks and you can still hear james’s footsteps in the kitchen when you wake up in the morning and the occasional laugh as he scrolled through his phone in your living room.

it has been weeks and what started out as brazen knocks on your bathroom door have completely subsided. james always seems to wander in just before you have the opportunity to shut the door. sometimes, he runs your baths himself and welcomes you home with a hot bath, the steam fogging your bathroom mirror and puffing up his wild curls.

you can shower just fine on your own now. not that you ever needed the help to begin with. but james had always insisted and you were never very good at denying him, dreading the way his eyes would flash with something you couldn’t identify but never failed to make your skin crawl.

so, you wouldn’t make a sound when he’d wiggle the doorknob, twisting it just right to pop the lock and let himself inside. you wouldn’t make a sound as he rolled his sleeves up and dipped his hands into the thick layer of scented bubbles, his soft fingertips roaming down your slick skin, kneading the tender flesh of your intimate areas.

you thought thinks would be different now. that your voice your discomfort as he groped your tits, his fingers gliding over your nipples, occasionally tweaking and tugging on the pebbled buds until you squirmed. you thought you’d push his hands away as he pushed his hands between your thighs, his fingers pushing against your folds but never delving between them.

but you don’t. you simply sit there like you used to, attempting to keep your eyes from tearing up because you have been able to get used to the inappropriate behavior. you let him guide you out of the porcelain tub and pat a towel along your skin, focusing on your delicate areas for far too long. you let him slather a coat of moisturizer on along your body, groping and savoring the feeling of your supple flesh before he slides a pair of panties up your legs and drapes a pretty nightgown over your frame. you let him kiss your forehead tenderly before sauntering out of your bedroom as if nothing ever happened.

just like you used to.

[prettybabybaby]

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content warning: innocent!fem!reader, stepcest, dubcon

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you had gotten used to your stepbrothers inappropriate touching.

when you go out to the dance floor at the club, james pulled you close by your waist, pressing your body against him as the loud music of the club rings through your ears. “I just love you,” he said when you questioned him after he kissed you, swaying his hips with yours. “I want you to be safe,” he pushed your hair back and grabbed your chin, “y’know we can’t trust strangers.” you nodded dumbly, letting him squeeze your ass as he introduced you as his girlfriend, kissing your lips slowly and softly whenever he could.

it was normal when he slid his hand up your thigh until he pinky was flush to your clothes pussy as you sat side by side on bar stools. he flicked his pinky against your clit, stimulating you. it was just like dinner time at home, only now you we’re too intoxicated to keep yourself from bucking your hips against his hand and digging your nails into his bicep as you neared your high.

he handed you drink after drink, pressuring you even when you felt you reached your limit. “jamie,” you whined, disoriented and far too drunk, “enough. want to go home.” he smiled, pulling you close with his hands on your ass, slipping his tongue into your mouth. you were too intoxicated to reciprocate, so you just let it happen, happy to see his sweet smile when he pulled away.

james lead you to your bed when you made it home, helping you stay up when your drunken self wanted to plop onto the ground. you sighed as he peeled your clothes off, groping your flesh and kissing it. your fingers tangled in his hair, blissed out as he swirled his tongue through your folds and over your your swollen clit. his long fingers would prep your tight little hole, pushing in and out.

by the time your hazy mind recovered from your orgasm, james’ clothes were gone, littering the ground with yours. “james, this is wrong,” you whispered, “mom and dad will hear.”

“keep your mouth shut then.” your parents weren’t home and he knew that, he just loved to see you struggle.

“but james-“ you started, gasping as you tried to hold in a moan when the angry head of his cock tapped your sensitive clit.

“you’re so wet for me already,” he growls, “your greedy little pussy can’t get enough of me.”

“james, no,” you slurred, pushing at his muscular chest. your cunt throbbed as he neared your hole, pushing against it but not entering. “ah, fuck,” you whined, “jamie.”

you aren’t sure when he pushed in or when he started his brutal fucking. the sound of skin colliding with skin echoed off the walls along with your loud, high mewls and his animalistic grunts.

your mind would go blank again and you’d come back when he was filling you up, thrusting at a brutal pace. you yelped at the sudden pain, clutching his shoulders before blacking out again.

the next morning you awoke in wrapped in sticky sheets, tucked in and naked, cum leaking from your hole still. you waddled to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes, listening to james blabber to your father about what a fun night the two of you had.

[ohlovxr]

if you keep going like this you’re never gonna stop being associated with stepcest lmaoo but.. thinking about the first time stepbro!james snaps 😵‍💫 like you’re bratting off to him just for funsies— it’s just another day for you, but suddenly you’re pressed against the wall with a fuming james telling you to repeat yourself

“‘s melted,” you grumbled under your breath as you stare down at the small tub of ice cream in your hands, “why’s it melted?”

you looked up to see james shrug, shoulders visibly tense from the day. “dropped off remus after i got it. jus’ put it in the freezer.”

you rolled your eyes and huffed dramatically as you pulled open the freezer and shoved the tub in. you opened your mouth to make a little comment before you’re stopped by your irritated stepbrother trying his hardest to be kind. “‘m really not in the mood to do whatever you’re planning tonight, love. so, please, cut it out. don’t have the energy.”

you, refusing to take his ask seriously and needing some time to kill while waiting for your ice cream to freeze, pouted and decided to poke at him, “had the energy to drop off remus tonight. maybe you just don’t care for me as much as you care for your weird frien-”

you were cut off when james pressed you against the freezer door, his hands wrapped around your wrists as they were held on either side of your head. “say that again,” his voice was low and threatening, something you’d never heard up until then, as he challenged you, “go on. tell me about how i don’t care for you as much as my friends after all i do just for you, go ahead.”

you only looked at him with your brows furrowed and a pout on your lips, not knowing how to response because you were only trying to have some fun.

“‘m not hearin’ much now,” he spoke again when he was met with your silence, “why’s that? ‘s it cause your bratty little brain’s still all dumb from last night; after i bailed on my friends just ‘cause y’wanted some attention?”

embarrassment sparked in your chest at that and a whine tore through your throat, “it was just a joke! stop bein’ so mean!”

“told you i wasn’t in the mood.” he sighed and released your wrists before backing away to lean against the island, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you with anger and betrayal written all over his face. you squirmed under his gaze, all playfulness having left your body and regret filling its place. “‘m sorry.” your voice was meek.

“don’t think tha’s gonna fix this, sweetheart.” his eyes bore into you still and he nawed on the inside of his cheek as he thought. his voice was firm when he spoke, “go t’my room, take off y’clothes, and - don’t - you dare interrupt me now. it’ll only make this worse f’you. tryin’ t’teach you a lesson about bein’ ungrateful, now’s not really the time to start bein’ a little brat again.”

[ohlovxr]

stepbro!james caring about you so much that it hurts his heart when you're a brat

it really does :(( and it’s all to do with the fact that he’s gotta be the one to set you straight when you’re being too much of a brat for his liking

he’ll give you this heartbroken look, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with disappointment. “you know i don’t like having to punish you, baby. ‘s a damn shame y’don’t give me any other option.”

and after he’s finished with you, he makes sure to lay it on really thick to get the message through and not have to torture you both by going through all this again. “remember that you did this to yourself, sweetheart,” he’ll sigh and shake his head, all upset, as you watch him with glassy eyes, “y’could’ve been my sweet princess tonight but y’had to go and get an attitude, didn’t you?”