#stepbur x reader

[lillyspeakz]

stepbrother wilbur.

warning: it’s smut. and it’s rough. Wilbur highly teases reader about their situation, squirting, breeding (use protection please!) fluff at the end- (I don’t condone stepcest nor incest, this is purely fiction!)

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“You’re so fucking loud-” Wilbur groaned out, grabbing a fist full of your hair, turning your face and stuffing it into the pillows. The roughness of his actions making you moan into the cotton as his thrust never ceased.

You don’t know how this happened. One moment you and Wilbur were studying together, telling your parents how you both do better when studying with the other, usually asking for input on things. And the next moment you’re being bent over on Wilbur’s bed, face being suffocated, and his dick hitting every spot imaginable.

Wilbur wasn’t being soft. No. Not when he wanted to test just how well you could stay quiet for him while he dicks you down and reminds you who really matters in this situation.

“Shh baby, mommy and daddy are home remember? Don’t want them waking up to the sounds of their daughter being a whore for their son yeah?” Wilbur whispered in your ear, hand still covering your mouth, your moans being muffled and drool spilling over his palm.

Your eyes rolled back at his words, and you clenched around his dick at the idea of being caught in an act you shouldn’t even be in. But it sounded good coming from him… maybe a little bit too good.

Wilbur hissed as he felt your walls trap him inside of you, hips stuttering at the feeling of your warmth sucking him in. “Shit- you dirty little slut. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Wilbur laughed in your ear, his free hand was now buried in your hair, moving your head to be facing his door.

“Mother dearest hearing her baby screaming so loud over her step son’s cock, banging on the door to let her in but you don’t care, no. You wouldn’t want me to stop. You’d want me to continue to pound you into the mattress until you’ve taken every. last. drop of me, yeah?” Wilbur hissed out, his lips brushing against your ear every so often as he spoke venom into your veins.

The worst part is, he wasn’t wrong.

He knew you had some sort of fear of being caught by your parents. But he also knows you like when it’s exploited and a possibility. It’s disgusting, yes, but with the situation you’re in, it goes hand and hand.

Wilbur chuckled as you turned your head back into the pillow, trying to bite down your whines and moans as he pressed your back down further into the mattress, your ass perfectly in line for him to go as deep as he could.

“Oh so now she wants to be quiet? Well too bad my love, you’re a little bit late to pull that card-“ Wilbur hissed once more at you as he pressed you fully into the mattress. He kept his hands pressed on your back, making sure you stayed put as he thrusted harder and faster, chasing a high that was so close.

The new position made everything too much. He felt bigger, stretching you out even more than he did before, hitting spots inside of you no one else ever could. Your hands fisted the pillows underneath you, drool seeping out of your mouth and onto the cloth your face had found comfort in as of late.

“Oh my- Wil! ‘m gonna cum!” You slurred out into the pillow, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you tried to thrust back and meet his hips, wanting him deeper inside you if possible. Your body felt numb, legs shaking from the overwhelming sensation of want and need. Want to come and need for Wilbur to make it happen.

Wilbur’s hips moved faster than before, going at an almost inhuman pace in your opinion, but you weren’t complaining. His hand crept up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled your head up from the pillows, taking in your expression.

Tears stained your face from how good you felt, drool dripping from your chin onto the sheets as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your mouth dropped open in an empty moan, quickly biting your lip to contain any groans you would let out.

You looked pathetic.

But oh so beautiful.

“Fucking hell- gonna make me come just from your face baby… “ Wilbur whispered in your ear, a whine slipping through your teeth as he continued rocking into to. Wilbur couldn’t hold it anymore, you felt so good and you sounded even better, all this build up was making him insane. “Go ahead baby- be a good girl and cum on my cock!”

After the words left his mouth, you didn’t waste a second. The pressure in your body snapped, making your body tense up at the feeling of finally being able to release all of it. Wilbur’s hand quickly let go of your hair, moving his hand to cover your mouth the best he could, preventing as much sound as he could.

Your hand held onto his wrist, digging your nails into the skin while your eyes rolled back into your head once more, body twitching as you clenched around his cock. Your mouth opened to scream yet nothing came out, at least that you know of. All of your senses flew out the window as the tension snapped in two, ringing filling your ears as your vision went white, hands twisted into the sheets.

Wilbur bit back his own moan as he watched you come undone underneath him, his thrust not ceasing as your release flowed out of you, making a mess of his thighs and his sheets. The sight of your body shaking and your muffled screams and groans made Wilbur finish quicker than he thought, hips stuttering as his release filled you up even more than you already were.

Wilbur came with a groan, not caring to muffle or surpress it, body fully lying on yours as his hips rocked into you once more, fucking his cum deeper in you. You rested your body on the mattress, spent and tired from the actions that just occurred, hands untangling from the pillows, reaching up to rest one of them in Wilbur’s hair.

Your fingers ran through his curls, untangling knots as gently as you could without making Wilbur whine at you. The brunette pressed his face further in your neck, almost purring at your work on his hair, breathing slowing down.

“As much as I would love to stay like this, I’m currently lying in my wetness and want a shower, desperately.” You told the man on top of you, starting to push off of the bed, making him whine at the sudden movement.

“5 more minutes?” He questioned, lips pressing against your neck once more as his cock stirred inside of you once more.

You moved your ass against his groin, grinding against his member as you turned your head towards him. Connecting your lips to his, the kiss was soft yet deep, pulling his head closer to you. You smiled into the kiss as he groaned into your mouth, his member fully hard inside you now, hips trying to rock against yours.

The kiss lasted for a while, tongue colliding with his as you both got sloppier and sloppier. He tasted good; a mix of mint from his gum he had earlier intermingled with the taste of you from his earlier advances. You don’t know how long this all lasted, starting to finish. But all you knew is you wanted more….

Later on.

Pulling away, a string of spit fell onto your chin from the ongoing kiss, making you bite your lip from the heat of it all and Wilbur’s expression. His eyes hooded over, lips swollen and his pupils wide from what you could see. He looked fucked out, yet begging for more of you.

Oh how the roles have reversed.

“Times up baby. Now get up, I want a shower-“ you patted him on the head, rolling over on your side, feeling him slip out of you. You bit your lip at the sensation of it, swallowing a moan before Wilbur could make you stay.

“You’re lucky I love you. I could bend you over my desk and make you take it again-“

“Don’t threaten me with a good time…” you smirked back at him, walking over to his dresser, trying to be quick as his cum was dripping out of you slowly, grabbing a shirt of his and a new sheet for his bed from his closet. “Now change the sheets so we can sleep.”

Wilbur groaned in annoyance as you threw the cloth at his face, ripping it away as he watched you walk towards the door. “So… are you done done, or done for now?”

You threw your head back as you turned to look at him, tilting your head in thought as you took him in. Cock hard against his stomach, arms resting behind his head as he looked you up and down, legs spread like he was ready for you to ride him.

And that does sound good as of right now.

“Change the sheet and if your like that when I come back in, you might just be lucky…” you smirked at the brunette, slipping into the dark hallway to the bathroom across the hall.

Wilbur would never admit how fast he changed his bed.

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[lillyspeakz]

a stepbrother!Wilbur concept:

I’d consider the reader chubby in this but there’s only one instance of description is said in this.

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He had invited you to his bands practice, they were getting ready to play another gig at a venue and they needed to get through their whole set list with no qualms. The invite was last minute but you had no problem dropping what you were doing to come with him.

You were friends with all the boys, having gone to many practices before hand and went out with all of them before, so they were excited to hear you in the car with Wil when they called to tell him to ‘get his ass over here’.

They had gone through half their set by now, their energy lighting up the room as they played different rhythms and riffs. They were all smiling at each other after each song, asking your opinion on how they sounded and what they could do better on. You would always give them positive feedback, fully believing they had everything down to a T, their sound and energy mixed together perfectly.

Wilbur would make eye contact with you throughout songs when certain lyrics came up, mostly sensual ones. It made you squeeze your thighs together, the blanket draped over your bottom half helped hide your need from all the men in the room, especially Wilbur. His ego would sky rocket if he knew what he was doing to you right now.

After they were done with the whole set, you and everyone else that was there to watch the boys were cheering the group on, excitement spiraling throughout the now warm room.

Taking off the blanket, you sat up on the small couch you were curled up on, your thighs spilling out of your high waisted short shorts you decided to wear with a cropped sweater. Fixing your clothing on your body, you looked up to see Wilbur’s eyes already on you, pupils blown out and an all too familiar look on his face.

He wanted to devour you.

You bit your lip as you looked back at him, thighs squeezing against each other once more as Wilbur rubbed his hand against his mouth, looking around the room once more before he walked towards you, grabbing your my your hand and pulling you up to follow him.

Slipping out of the main room, Wilbur went into one of the small practice rooms in the side hallway, not bothering to turn the lights on as he walked in and shut the door behind you. Backing you up into the corner, Wilbur placed his hands on your hips, gripping the love handles that rested there, pinning your hips against his as he rested his forehead on yours.

“You have no clue what you do to me, do you? Sitting there, looking up at me with those innocent doe eyes of yours as if I don’t make them roll back into your head before we stepped into this place.” Wilbur’s lips brushed against your earlobe, teeth nipping at the skin.

He moved down to your neck, his breath fanning across the skin that spanned out in front of him. He wanted to so badly to just have you right here, devour you and not think twice about what could happen.

He pressed soft kisses against the skin, the bruises he left under your neckline showing as he shifted the clothing down, mouth latching back into them to make them darker. The small moan you let out and the way your hips grinded against his let him know he was doing exactly what you needed.

Attention.

After watching him play and sing for hours on end, watching him in his element, it made you needy. Watching the way his hands moved effortlessly across the strings, hands playing notes at such a fast pace it hurt your head. But the way he pressed down on the strings, how fast he strummed at times and how his hand moved when he was sustaining a note made you even more dizzy than before.

You wanted his hands on you, touching you and playing with you like that.

So now that you were finally getting it, you’d take as much as he gave you. Always did.

“Please Wil-“

“Please what? I need you to use your words like a good girl, ok baby? Now what do you need?” Wilbur asked softly, his actions contradicting how soft he was being with his words in your ear.

His hands kept your hips pinned to his, but his knee nudged your legs apart as he placed his thigh inbetween in your legs, the newfound pressure being welcomed as Wilbur looked down on you.

Your hips started to slowly grind on his thigh as your mouth opened in pleasure, an empty whine leaving your mouth as you grabbed onto him for stability. Wilbur’s hands guided your hips against him as he continued to watch you, cock stirring in his pants as your noises spilled out of you.

“Cmon baby. Tell me what you need and I can give it to you. It’s that simply, you know that. Now what do you need? Or are you gonna be a brat and make me wait to give you what you need when we get back home?” Wilbur’s question made you let out a disappointment whine making the man laugh at you.

“Fuck me. Please, Wilbur, please fuck me! I don’t care how, please I need you-“ Wilbur didn’t let you finish your sentence before his lips were on yours.

The kiss was not elegant or slow, no. It was raw, hot, and desperate. It was as if you hadn’t kissed in hundreds of years and you were making up for lost time, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance.

Your hands tangled in his hair as his kept your hips pinned down on him, one of his hands leaving, running across your waistband and messing with your button.

Wilbur’s hands teased along your waistband, slipping down, hand cupping the part where you needed him the most, fingers gently rubbing up and down your slit. You let out a moan as your hips bucked against his hand, his fingernail running across the material, the vibration of it causing stimulation to your clit.

“Wilbur please, I need you so badly-“

“I know baby, you’ve been so good for me today-“

“Wilbur we want to- what the fuck?!” Both of you freeze in your spots, eyes wide as you both snapped your head towards the door.

Ash stood, hand on the door knob as he stared at the two of you with a confused and terrified expression, yet amusement laced throughout the look on his face.

Wilbur scurried off of you as he fixed his hair the best he could, standing in front of you so you could fix yourself. Ash didn’t have the right to see you like that, no one did beside him.

You stepped beside the brunette as you got done fixing yourself, the light now on to expose your flushed faces and just how bad you both looked from getting caught.

Terror filled your thoughts as you didn’t know what would happen now. Would Ash tell the band? Would Wilbur be kicked out?! Would they tell your parents?!? Oh fuck you were spiraling.

“Hey Joe! Mark! You owe me 50! Both of you!” Ash shouted as you and Wilbur visibly perked up, heating the two shout from the other room, running down the hall to the room the long haired man had found you in.

“Wait what?”

“You guys made a bet about us?!” Wilbur asked, bewilderment present on his face as he took in his band mates.

“Well, yeah! Wil, you haven’t gotten laid in how long before she showed up, and you haven’t been clubbing with us in a bit or hitting on girls you see- it was a matter of time we found out.” Ash explained, the rest of the boys nodding along with their friend. Wilbur looked away, not liking how they read him like an open book like that, but happy they weren’t exactly upset about this situation.

You looked at the men around you, confusion still flooding your senses as the silence dragged on.

“So you don’t hate us and Wilbur’s staying in the band?” You asked, the question nagging at your skull as you feared their answer.

“What? No! We kinda need him to make this band happen, he’s the reason we actually have good lyrics and songs to create something with. Plus we saw it coming a mile away so-“

“I saw it coming a mile away” Ash turned to look at Joe, eyebrows furrowed at his previous statement, which Joe had to make another argument for.

As the boys argued on the doorway, you looked at Wilbur, eyes fleeting to his to find him already looking at you. A small smile was present on his face, eyes soft as he looked down at you. He took your hand in his, starting to walk towards the group in front of you two.

“Ok ok! Let’s get out of here before we spent too much time that we didn’t come here for.” Wilbur said to the group as he pulled you with him, hand moving against your hip as the boys followed along.

As you all made it back to the studio where they had preformed before, you all sat back down, everyone who was once there leaving once the boys had finished. Wilbur and you on the loveseat, Mark and Joe on the long couch and Ash on the recliner. It had been silent as they walked into the room, the situation falling into an awkward spot.

“No telling anyone else about this ok? This is solely a ‘band only’ thing, got it?” Wilbur asked the boys, voice serious as he looked at all of them, his hands playing with yours to try and calm his nerves down.

He knew, you both knew it wasn’t a good idea. You had tried many times before to leave the other alone, but damn, it was hard.

After one taste of what it was like to be his, to be with him and how he felt, you wanted more.

Needed more.

You knew there were risk, but you both didn’t care. You wanted each other, and you would find a way to keep it undercover until you found something that would work out. Illegal or not.

So know that the boys found out, it shattered your hopes. But Wilbur knew them well enough to know they wouldn’t do any harm. Especially with a bet this stupid.

“Oh please, I don’t plan on telling anyone anytime soon. I’m actually happy I lost, I can stop looking and analyzing how the two of you interact.” Mark said as Ash nodded with the man, mumbling at how it was pretty obvious from the get go with how you looked at each other, making the others roll their eyes.

After some times the boys got in a rhythm again, jokes being thrown around and covers being sung as Wilbur and Joe strummed.

Maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought.

“Oh, one more thing. Maybe don’t try to have sex in one of the most used practice rooms here and we won’t have a problem.” Joe finished off as he strummed a soft tune, Ash nodded at you two, face red as he started to recall what we walked in on, making you hide your face in Wilbur’s arm from embarrassment.

Maybe it was.