#chris evans reader insert

She nods a yes. 

You go to respond, but she speaks first. You can tell a thought has popped into her mind with the way her eyes widen.

“Where daddy?” She looks around the room as she asks. His snuggly, strong figure is nowhere in sight, only his mug from earlier. 

“He’s working out in the gym downstairs.”

“Okay!” She turns swiftly, making her way to the basement.

Evelyn makes her way to the basement, down the steps carefully, with one hand clasped around the railing at all times. She walks into the expansive room filled with everything you need to exercise. It always makes it easier for days like this, where you or Chris can workout at home. Or have his personal trainer meet him there. 

“Daddy?” Evelyn calls out. 

Chris is in a prone position, his body supported on his palms and toes of his shoes. His chain clinks against the mat. With his biceps bulging and face glossed with sweat; Chris doesn’t hear the sound of his name until two pink socks stand in his view. 

Chris sits up and pulls his earbuds out. 

“You alright, honey?”

“Hi daddy,” she waves.

“Hi honey” he smiles and chuckles. 

“What are you doing?” She asks and slightly tilts her head to the side. 

Chris tilts his head too, as a quip. “Working out, so I'm all healthy, and can fight all the bad guys.”

“Me too!” 

“You want to be healthy too?”

“No, fight bad guys.”

Of course, Chris thinks to himself. 

“C’mere my brave girl.” Chris grasps her by her sides, tickling her protruding tummy as she squirms in his hold. “We’re gonna start with pushups. So you gotta get on the floor like this..”

She listens intently, but struggles, of course. But that was what her father’s support was for. In the end, she ends up with her butt in the air, unable to get her body flat like her father. But she pushes up and down on her arm, smiling up at Chris.

“I do it!” She laughs. 

“Look at you, you’re gonna beat all the bad guys’ butts.” 

He pats her diaper bottom before getting into position so he can continue. They workout side-by-side. A toddler and her father, the imagery almost ridiculous in the juxtaposition between the two. 

It only takes one set of ten push-ups, before he feels small hands on his back and a little grunt of her trying to lift her body onto him. So he drops his body into a plank, on his knuckles. And she plops herself on her father’s back, gleefully and giggly. 

“Ready?”

“Ready!” But it’s all muddled since her filled cheek is flat against his back. Her arms hanging against the side of his body, feet laid out straight, and her Mickey Mouse stuffy is left behind on the floor. 

He pushes up and down, slowly, cautious as not to disrupt her too much. But she could care less as she laughs, at some point wrapping her arms around his neck. 

“Daddy strong!”

“He has to be,” he answers with a laugh. “How else am I gonna protect you and mom, hm?”

“Dodger.” She answers seriously. 

“That’s true,” he rasps, his breath picking up as he continues to chat and workout. 

Some time passes before he gets close to the ground again. “Ride over.” He jokes. 

His toddler slides off his back to stand next to him

“Are you ready for the next part?” He asks. 

“Yeah!” She claps her hands together and jumps in excitement.

Chris walks over to the rack of dumbbells. He picks up the set of fifty and one five pound dumbbells. He sets the smallest in front of her and holds his in each hand.

“We’re just gonna lift some weights.”

Chris knows there’s no way his three-year-old would be able to lift the dumbbell, but she’s as stubborn as a mule and wants to be involved in every shape and form of her parents’ lives. While Chris does his bicep curls, he cherishes the way his little one stares at the dumbbell for a little too long, then peeks up at him in question. 

“You got it,” he encourages, a lopsided smile on his lips.

So she goes for it. 

She uses both her small hands to grasp the handle. She tries with all her little might, a small squeak past her lips represents her efforts…

Toot. 

“Oops.” She stands to her full height, an innocent look masking her face accompanied by an embarrassed grin. 

“You toot?” Chris asks in hysterics. 

“Wasn’t me,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Dodger!” 

Chris can’t help but lean back as laughter takes over his body. She’s precious, he thinks to himself. Taking in her distraught face, puffed out cheeks, and furrowed eyebrows. 

“Not me, daddy!”

“Okay, okay,” he drops the dumbbells to pick up her upset figure. “You don’t gotta be embarrassed,” he dotes and kisses her cheek. 

-

It’s three in the afternoon before you know it. Chris always finishes his workout by three, so by this time you go to the gym with a strawberry coconut protein milkshake— and a strawberry shake in your other hand, since presumably Eve had joined her father. 

You walk into the sound of a familiar, deep laugh which brings an immediate smile to your face. And heat on your cheeks at the sight of a post-workout Chris. 

“Hi,” You greet the two as you walk in. 

“Look who’s here,” Chris turns towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi,” his eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss. 

“Hi, mommy,” Evelyn recovers quickly, a bright smile on her face as she waves.

“Hi, honey.” You kiss her cheek. “Did you have fun working out with dad?”

“Yes.”

You hold up both cups (one smaller and decorated with Bluey). Chris grabs Eve’s cup and hands it to her before grabbing his. He takes a sip, always looking forward to his wife’s smoothies. They’re always the perfect consistency and garnished with whatever fruit she has used. 

With your hand free, it naturally falls to the nape of Chris’ neck. Your fingers running through his soft locks. 

Eve is quick to take a sip, a milk mustache left behind her in haste. 

“What do we say?” Chris reminds her.

“Thanks, mommy!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. Anything for my babies,” you squish their cheeks in jest. 

-

When you look up, Ari is swallowing, a faint tinge of color appearing across his bearded cheeks. “You okay?”

Ari clears his throat, wiping his hand across the back of his neck. “Fine, I’m fine. Don’t you want to go home?” I can’t function with you so damn close.

There’s a desperation in his tone that is impossible to miss, it lingers in the air, settling around you, seeping into your veins.

You like it. You crave it.

You’ve seen the way he stares at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention like you’re the oasis he’s been searching for all his life.

The neediness, the concealed affection with a hint of vulnerability propels you to get closer and closer to the man that everyone, including the daunting Barnes, is cautious around.

You shrug, lolling your head to your shoulder. “Do you really want me to go?” You bite the corner of your lip, brows furrowing as you wait for his answer.

Ari wants a lot of things from you and you leaving his side is not one of them. God damn it you’re making him crazy. Not that he can say that to you.

Instead, he inhales, a deep shuddery breath, his large, sculpted pecs rising and falling under his thin white t-shirt. Casting a quick look at your smiling face, he averts his eyes, the pink tinge coating his cheeks deepens–without a word he turns back to the engine, studying the sleek machinery.

“I’ll take that as a no,” you say with a laugh to hide the uncertainty peeking through earlier.

While Ari has never been what anyone would considered nice, he’s never outright rejected you, always accepting your presence even if he refuses to acknowledge why he does, so you don’t know how you would feel if he had told you to leave.

His shoulders tense and he tilts his head, cracking his neck. Ignoring his sullen disposition, you began to talk to him–well his back anyway. You never thought a man’s back could be sexy until you got a front-row view of his. His shirt does nothing to hide the thick corded muscles, the power lurking beneath his skin. So broad and wide you could easily lay on top of it.

Ari continues to tinker with the car, pointedly ignoring you, occasionally stopping to grab a new part or tool from the box beside you. Each time he walks past you, the blush under his beard gets a little more pronounced, he keeps muttering things under his breath.

Something about you distracting him, he’ll never get anything done.

You grin, hiding your laughter behind your hand each time. It's nothing you haven’t heard before anyway and it's nothing compared to the things he said to everyone else in the shop.

Ari realizes you’re not going anywhere after the third or fourth menacing glare, his shoulders slump in resignation and he gives up his inaudible grumbling.

Ari will never confess this but your voice is his favorite sound. He could listen to you all night.

You’re unaware that he's paying attention to every word you while you chatter away about volunteering at the animal shelter, the one-sided discussion filling the otherwise quiet space.

The light blues of the evening sky give way to streaks of violet and pinks, casting shadows across the garage floor. You fall silent after a while, content to watch him work. He towers over the car, his corded muscles glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. The fading sunlight peeking through the window strikes his freckled, tanned skin, illuminating him. You openly admire the tattoos trailing up his arm and across his back, and you can see a hint of the extensive back piece when he bends over to pick up a dropped cloth.

You suck in a slow breath, exhaling through your nose, tamping down the sigh building in your throat. The urge to sink your nails into his colorful ink and see if he feels as good as you imagine slams into you, a pulse kicks up between your thighs and you have to clench them together to ease the abrupt ache.

Needing a distraction from your growing arousal, you try to think of something to say, anything that will get a reaction out of him.

There's one question that irks his nerves like no other. Even you haven't dared to ask him.

Until now.

“You don’t talk much do you?” Immediately pulling your lips between your teeth, you await his response and you’re not disappointed.

Ari goes still.

Absolutely still.

His hand tightens around the wrench until his knuckles blanch. He tosses it to the ground, the sharp clatter makes you jump. A skittish laugh falls from your lips. He straightens to his full height and turns around. Maybe you pushed him a bit too far.

Too late now.

Your mouth goes dry when he storms to you, the dull, heavy thud of his boots echoing off the walls. His massive 6’6” frame crosses the room in seconds, your breath hitches in your chest around the same time he reaches you.

“Hey Ari,” you squeak out, for once unable to muster up a playful greeting, immediately biting your lower lip.

A dark feral expression sweeps across his face, his pupils expanding. He runs his knuckle across your lip, nudging it out of your mouth.

“Sunshine, I think you do enough talking for the both of us,” that statement coming from anyone else would have had you up in arms, ready to splutter out a sharp retort but Ari’s tone is–it's warm and sincere. And he’s still touching you. The rough calloused texture of his fingertips sends a shiver down your spine, as they brush down your chin and across the column of your throat. “Wanna know something?”

"I don't need to talk to anyone. Except you." Ari bends down, his face hovering above yours, so close you can see a fleck of green in his blue eyes, so close the sweet peppermint of his breath washes over you. You nod, pulse between your thighs beating faster and faster until you're aching. His large warm palm brushes up your thigh, stopping just below your skirt.

"Besides Sunshine, I can think of do better things with my mouth than talk.”

Oh. Oh. Your eyes lock on his lips, soft and full. Anticipation and exhilaration billow in your chest making your heart flutter before sinking deep into your belly, warmth pooling deep inside you.

Ari cocks his head to the side, raising his brow. His deep blue eyes caress your face, drifting down down down your body, settling on your skirt as he urges your thighs apart. You spread them wide for him, heat flooding your cheeks when his pink tongue darts across his bottom lip, as if he’s imagining how you taste.

“And you sunshine-,” he hums, his baritone voice lowering to a near growl, the honeyed nickname he gave you sounds downright sinful when he says it like that.

“Yes?” Your voice comes out breathy, faint.

Ari grins, just a little tip of the corner of his mouth but for the normally stoic biker, he might as well be beaming. You made Ari Levinson smile. That cuts through your lust-addled brain, leaving you more shocked than before. You want him to do it again–no you want to be the reason he does it again.

He’s still speaking–focus, you tell yourself, focus on the incredibly sexier biker standing too close yet too far away.

“You know what I want you to do with your mouth?" He asks, kneeling down before you, his head tilting back, both of his hands slide up your thighs-you didn't realize just how large his hands were until now, they easily cover your entire thigh-his thumbs digging into your sensitive skin. “You know what I need to hear from your pretty lips?”

“I um, I don’t," you stammer. Please tell me.

“My name. No oh god or no please I can’t, just my name as you cum for me.” He pushes your skirt up to your waist, and one long finger skates down the middle of your damp panties.

Your stomach constricts painfully, your hips shifting on their own volition when he curves his finger around the soaked material. “I want to hear you cry out when I stretch this pretty pussy for the first time, I know you’re going to sound so fucking beautiful when you’re gagging on my cock.”

Your mouth goes slack and your brain empties out. You wanted him to open and talk to you but you didn’t expect it to be like this. Who knew Ari had such a filthy mouth?

You must have said that last part out loud because Ari laughs, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. “I’m quiet sunshine. I am not shy when it comes to all the things I want to do to you.” And for you sweet girl.

“Now, do you want me to show what I do better than talking?”

Again you nod, you’re so turned out that you couldn’t speak even if you were coherent enough to form words.

His good girl shoots right down your spine and across your clit. Ari pushes your panties to the side, the cool air breezes over your exposed cunt. He makes a satisfied noise deep in his throat “Prettier than I dreamed.”

Holy fuck does that do things to your ego, any shyness you might have had dissipates.

“Grab my hair,” he commands. “You’ll need something to hold on to.”

“You’re so bossy-ah,” you cry out because Ari is devouring your pussy. That's the only way to describe the messy, vulgar way his tongue is gliding through your folds. Sensations crash into each other, unfurling inside you.

Blinking rapidly, you tell yourself to breathe. Are you breathing? You should probably do that because you might pass out before he's done and oh yesfuckyes-you lose your train of thought when his tongue circles your clit, the intricate pattern sending fiery pleasure up your spine. It's so good. He feels so good.

Too good.

Your back arches and you make a sound that's somewhere between a whimper and moan.

“Holy shit Ari,” you grunt, your hands flying to his thick hair, trying to tug the large man away. "Wait wait wait oh fuck," you gasp, your eyes rolling back.

He chuckles, watching your head drop to your chest. “Oh no Sunshine, you wanted to see what I could do now sit there and take it like a good girl,”

He dives back in, flattening his wet tongue, tracing your spasming entrance twice before gliding inside, curling and sweeping over your silken walls. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he finds your clit, circling it with his wide thumb, strumming it back and forth as fucks you with his long, thick tongue.

You’ve had guys go down on you before but the way Ari is eating you is unhinged. Feral. And you love it.

Pleasure spreads like electricity across your veins. You’re making sounds you didn’t think were possible. Each devastating lash of his tongue sends you spiraling further and further out of control, the workstation creaking and groaning as you grind on his face. And Ari only pulls you even closer, his beard bristling across your skin. Coils of pure ecstasy tighten in your belly with each stroke of tongue inside, his thumb flickering across your clit. Your trembling thighs clamp around his head and a scream claws up your throat in between your heaving gasps. “Just like that, right there please god.”

Taking his tongue out of your tight pussy, he wraps his lips around your clit and he stops. “Ari no don’t stop,” you cry out, yanking his hair in your fists. You must have closed your eyes at some point, peeling them open, you meet his gaze and your stomach drops from the intensity in his darkened blues. “Ari” you start, and he sucks your swollen clit into his mouth. “Oh god yes, “ you moan, only to cry out when he stops again.

Looking down your brows furrow tightly, you rock your hips. “Don’t tease-pleaseplease I’m so close.”

He shrugs. Shrugs. You're about to scream and he just shrugs. His unrepentant gaze doesn’t waver from your face. You pant, tears forming in your eyes when he remains still.

“Ari,” you whimper, feeling the heat of his mouth surround your pulsing bud. Oh. You both know the second you understand what he wants, you chant Ari until his name sounds like your own personal prayer and he rewards you by worshiping you. Relief courses through you and you sob his name as he flickers his tongue across clit, dragging it further into his mouth, each deep suck feels like he’s dragging you down, the coil getting tighter, tighter, until it snaps. Your orgasm spreads across your body in sultry heady, pulsating waves, keening from the sheer bliss, you gush all over his face, drenching him. You didn’t even know you could do that.

Gasping, your legs drop to his shoulders and you fall back on the wall behind you. Small aftershocks spiral through you as he eases you out his mouth with a wet plop. Another holy fuck escapes you. Placing a soft kiss on your inner thighs, he moves your legs to the side, letting them dangle off of the workbench.

Ari gazes up at you, memorizing this moment, every time he comes into work, he’s going to fantasize about the way you’re splayed across his table, beautifully wrecked.

Ari stands, stretching his back with a low groan, he lets out a soft laugh under his breath when you lean to the side, your body limp, boneless from the intense orgasm. Placing his large hand on your waist, he steadies you before popping his glistening thumb in his mouth, wanting one last taste of you on his tongue. Through your hazy vision, you see the look of pure masculine satisfaction in his eyes. Ari was right, you do sound beautiful when you cum for him. He eases your panties back into place and adjusts your skirt.

“I enjoyed our conversation. I look forward to talking to you again very soon.”

It was no good, however. Soon your son, Alexander, started crying. He always did this when anyone took him out of your arms. Alex was, to put it politely, a big ass mama’s boy. He had to either be around you or see you, if not, he’d start wailing until you were right there. He took up a lot of your time, which you didn’t mind, but you could tell it made Chris a little jealous. Mostly because he wanted to spend time with Alex too, but every time he even went near the boy without you, he’d start crying.

You had to reassure Chris that it wouldn’t last. After all it wasn’t his fault that he had been away during the first three months after Alex’s birth.

“Just give him time,” you had told him after the fifth time he’d tried to pick your son up and he started crying. “He just needs to get used to you.”

Chris, looking crestfallen, had nodded in agreement. But you knew he was kicking himself for not being there.

You hoped that today he’d get some time with Alex. You’d gotten a call from Vogue to do a skincare tutorial video for them. They were doing these during quarantine just for entertainment and since you often modeled for them, they asked you. There had been a poll, you were named one of the top models, and people wanted to know how you managed to get a fresh faced look.

“Y/N, he’s not calming down,” Chris said to you, still trying to rock Alex.

“Okay, okay,” you reached for him and Chris handed him over. As soon as you held your son again he stopped crying and began cooing contentedly in your arms.

“Chris, I really need to do this video. Vogue wants me to do it live today and it’s almost time. You’re just gonna have to figure something out with him.”

“Alex doesn’t like me,” Chris said sadly.

“Honey, don’t say that; Alex just doesn’t know you, you’ve only been around each other for what, a month? It takes time.”

“Yeah, so you keep telling me.”

“And, well, he is a mama’s boy,” you smiled. “You should know what that’s like.”

Chris looked at you. “You callin me a mama’s boy?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

Chris chuckled. You had him there, and you were happy to see him smiling again. You looked down at Alex, he had calmed down.

“Okay, little man,” you said to him softly. “Mommy has to do something for work, you gotta go with daddy for a bit.”

Alex just looked at you, gurgling and waving his little fists. You took that as an okay and gently handed him back to Chris.

Immediately he started squirming, wanting you to take him back.

“Y/N,” Chris began.

“Nope, I gotta do this,” you stood and put your hands on his shoulders. “You got this, babe. Just relax.”

With that you kissed his lips and then leaned down and kissed your son on his forehead; then you made your way to the office where you were going to film your video. Since it was going to be live there was someone from Vogue to ask you questions. It would be half/interview half tutorial.

“Okay everyone, this is Lyla Jones with Vogue, here with Y/N to show you all how she gets her fresh faced look! Y/N, nice to have you, why don’t you say hello to our viewers out there.”

“Hey, everyone out there. It’s me Y/N Evans, and I’m here to show you my skincare routine. Now, I was told by the great people at Vogue that you all were interested in how I get my fresh faced look, so I’m here to show you. I have my…”

You stopped hearing a loud crying coming from the other room. You shook your head trying to ignore it, you knew Chris had him.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Lyla asked

“Yep. As some of you may know I had a sweet little baby boy about four months ago. So, sorry if you guys hear any crying that’s just my son and/or his dad,” you laughed. “Anyway, where was I?”

You started talking through your different products, explaining what they were for and where you got them and, for the people on a budget, where you could get the same type for a lower price.

“Can I just say, I love that you’ve given the cheaper choices to everyone,” Lyla said. “Most people don’t bother because they think they can’t afford the products used.”

“Listen, I know what it’s like to be on a budget, doesn’t mean you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Great point,” Lyla said.

“Now, since this is live, I will be taking you all step by step on what I do. First step is to make sure there’s no hair in your face,” as you started to pull your hair back you heard a knock at the door.

“Uh, hold on a sec,” you said, getting up and going to the door.

You opened it to find Chris standing there with a wailing Alex. “What?” you asked through gritted teeth.

“Y/N, you have to get him, he just won’t stop.”

“Chris, I am literally in the middle of this video.”

At that moment you heard Lyla call out to you. “Y/N, everything okay over there?”

“Okay well he sees you so maybe he’ll be a little calmer, just let me stay in here, I won’t even go in front of the camera.”

You thought it over for a moment, and after not being able to come up with any other idea you nodded, opening the door and letting Chris in.

You watched as he took a seat on the other side of the desk and you took your spot in front of the camera again.

“So sorry again, Lyla. That was Chris with Alex, so I got both of my boys watching me do this.”

“Ooohh, I know this is a bit unorthodox, but I have to ask, Y/N, can we please see Alex. I know some of our viewers have seen the pics you’ve posted on Instagram, and he’s a cutie , but can we see him live?”

You looked over at Chris, who nodded and stood up to hand him to you. Once he was in your arms, Alex gave you a gummy smile, gurgling at you.

“Here he is, my big mama’s boy.”

Lyla cooed at the baby. “Oh and is that Chris?” she asked.

“Yup, it’s me,” he said, bending to smile into your laptop cam and waving. “Hey everyone, sorry Lyla for the interruption.”

“Oh it okay, to see that little cutie,” Lyla trilled.

You all laughed and you made to give Alex back to Chris, because he was starting to grab at some of the products you had laid out. You knew your son; they’d be in his mouth in seconds. Once Chris reached for him, Alex immediately started to frown. You knew that look. You couldn’t figure out what to do. You had to do this video, but Alex wasn’t going to make it easy and you could tell Chris was having a hard time of it. Then it dawned on you: Chris.

“Lyla, I have an idea and I think our viewers wouldn’t mind it,” you said.

“What’s that?”

“Well since Alex here only seems to want to be around me, I thought Chris could help me out a bit.”

“Help you out?” Lyla and Chris both asked.

“Yup,” you nodded. “Chris will be my model, so to speak.”

“I will?”

“Yeah, just bring that chair over here and I’ll explain.”

Chris went and got the chair, dragging it over next to you. You plopped Alex in his lap. He started to squirm, but you bent and kissed him.

“I’m right here,” you said to him. “No need to fuss, sweetie.”

Lyla looked confused but she was curious as to what you had planned.

“Now, first what we need to do, like I said, is to make sure there’s no hair in your face,” as you said that you picked up some bobby pins and, pushing Chris’s hair back, you pinned it in place.

“Next what you want to do is use a cleanser. Normally you do this by first splashing your face with warm water, but since we don’t wanna make a mess, I’m just gonna dab his face with a wet cloth,” you said.

You did that, showing them how to wash off the cleanser.

“Next, you want to use a toner,” you picked up the bottle and showed them.

“Now, Y/N, some people don’t like toners because they think they’re harsh and irritate skin,” Lyla said as she watched you dab a bit onto Chris’s face.

“That’s true, but it’s not the case of toners anymore,” you explained. “Now, I will say that if you’ve gone this long without using any, you don’t have to start now. Everyone’s skin is different, so don’t feel pressure to use anything you aren’t comfortable with. Also some cleansers are balanced much better now, so you don’t have to use a toner if you don’t want to.”

You smiled at Chris, “How ya doin, babe?”

“So far so good,” he said.

“And you Alex?”

Your son cooed at you.

“I’ll take that to mean he’s good too,” Lyla laughed.

“Next, we’re gonna use an antioxidant serum,” you told her. “Now these are usually super concentrated, so you don’t have to use much.” You put a few drops on Chris’s face. “Antioxidant serums are good for the daytime because they blunt skin responses to UV rays and pollutants. Basically your skin won’t get irritated as fast.”

“Now, eye cream,” you said, picking up the small container.

“Hold on,” Chris interrupted you this time. “I thought that you only use that at night.”

“That’s actually a good point,” you said, a little shocked.

“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”

You chuckled lightly. “Well, to that point, it is recommended that you do it every night, but some doctors say to use it twice a day to maintain health and thickness of eyelid skin so it stays smoother longer.”

“Ah, cool,” Chris said as he closed his eyes while you applied the cream. “I feel them getting smoother already.”

You snorted.

“Right, now the next thing to do is spot treatment, and since my lovely assistant doesn’t have any acne spots, I’ll just tell you all about it: make sure you only apply it to acne spots, because it can dry out your skin, so make sure you’re not rubbing it all over your face.”

“The next final two steps are the most important,” you said. “No matter your skin type, you need to do these everyday, especially if you’re going out.”

“Uh, what are you gonna do to me?” Chris asked.

“Dude, chill, it’s not gonna hurt,” you rolled your eyes at Alex, who babbled in response. “I know right? He’s such a chicken.”

“Okay if you two wanna stop talkin about me…”

Lyla giggled. “What’s next Y/N?”

“Next is moisturizer. Everyone needs to use moisturizer, even if you have oily skin. It keeps your skin hydrated…”

“That’s why it has moist in its name,” Chris interjected.

You side eyed him, while Lyla laughed again. “Exactly right. Dr. Evans everyone.”

He laughed as you put some of your moisturizer on his face.

“Now if you use spot treatment, try to avoid mixing the moisturizer and treatment so any active ingredients don’t mix. And finally…”

“Oh, finally?” Chris joked.

You rolled your eyes again. “Yes, finally, sunscreen. This should be your last step in your skincare routine.”

“Even I know why sunscreen is important, it keeps your skin safe from UV rays. Right?” he asked you.

“Right. I’m always making sure that he has at least sunscreen on before he goes out,” you said.

Once you finished with everything, you unpinned his hair and turned back to the camera. “And that’s it, folks. My simple skincare routine.”

“How are you feeling over there Chris?” Lyla asked.

“Oh, I’m good, I feel fresh and beautiful,” he joked, touching his face and cheesing at the camera.

You all laughed making Alex babble louder at the commotion.

“Well, that was Y/N, Chris, and Alex Evans showing you Y/N’s skincare routine,” Lyla said. “Thanks you guys and thank you to our viewers. We’ll see you next time.”

“Anytime, thanks for having us,” you said, while Chris took Alex’s hand and waved bye-bye at the camera.

Once the video was over, you collected your stuff and got up to put your products back in the bathroom. Not even thinking about anything, just happy you managed to get through the video with no issues. You made your way back into the office, smiling at your success. You stopped in the door when you saw Chris and Alex. For once Alex wasn’t crying for you, he was happily playing in Chris’s arms, babbling to him, while Chris talked back.

You walked over to your boys.

“What are you two talking about?”

“How gorgeous I look now that you worked your skincare magic on me,” Chris answered.

“To be fair, you always look gorgeous.”

“True, that’s where Alex here gets his good looks.”

You pretended to be shocked. “Alex, tell daddy you got so handsome because you look like mommy.”

Alex just looked at you and then turned back to Chris and started cooing.

“Wow, really?” you said, as Chris cracked up.

You couldn’t even pretend to be mad, you were just happy that Alex was finally happy around his dad.

You leaned over and said to Chris. “I told you, it just needed some time.”

Chris's ragged groans filled the air, making it thicker; heavier; hotter.

You left your purse and key by the door, careful not to make a noise and took your shoes off.

A thin wall divided the bed and closet from the rest of the room, and the more you got closer to it, the louder Chris's sounds were.

And they were intoxicating.

It was no secret that you wanted him, flirting with him on set and during reunions. He never accepted any of your innuendos arguing that he was too old for you, but by the way he said that, you knew that he meant you were too young for him. Of course, that never stopped him from occasionally flirting back or complimenting you on your looks or acting skills.

But since it never went beyond that, you were rather surprised– no, amazed to see him naked, with his legs sprayed on your bed with a good amount of your underwear around him and his hand pumping his big, hard cock up and down with– with your favorite panties laced between his fingers.

“Fuck.” Chris moaned, the muscles of his arm shifting as he kept working, his head falling back in pleasure. “Yes, baby girl, choke on my cock.” He squeezed, and if it wasn't clear enough that he was thinking about you while jerking off, you felt your legs getting weak and your heart skipping a beat the second he said your name.

His muscular legs tensed and his hips jolted, an indicator that his release was close, and even though you wanted to see how he looked when he came, the idea of a closer view seemed better.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” The steadiness of your voice surprised you, but not as much as it surprised Chris as you walked out of your hiding position. Jumping from his spot, he reached for a pillow to cover his hard on, but to no use, there was no way on earth you'd ever forget what you saw.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his breath was uneasy, and his body glowed with a thin layer of sweat.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Tilting your head, you drank in the sight before you; broad shoulders, bare abdomen, the hand over the pillow still gripping on the teal cloth… “But it's pretty clear.” A devilish smile appeared on your lips, your ego all over the roof since you confirmed he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, even if he denied it in the past.

“I can explain.” He moved back, almost hitting the headboard as you made your way to the edge of the bed, blocking completely his discarded clothes from his reach.

But as much as you'd like to amuse yourself hearing some poor excuse that you wouldn't believe, you simply reached for the pillow and yanked it away from Chris, taking advantage of his still fresh shock, exposing him in all his splendor.

“What about you show me instead?” Kneeling in front him and never breaking eye contact, your hand searched his shaft and resumed the task he left unfinished. “How would you make me choke on your cock?” You kissed his red tip and he swore, his cock twitching in your palm.

“We shouldn't…”

Your fingers ran along his shaft delicately, your thump smearing the precum leaking. “Why not? It can be stimulating.” Your other hand roamed around his thigh, your lips leaving feather-like kisses on his abdomen.

Chris didn't dare to move. He couldn't. Not with you, looking at him through your lashes and so close to his cock.

“Cause you need to find a guy your age.” He barely whispered. “Live these kinda things with him.”

“They don't know how to treat me.” A teasing touch of your lips to his tip had him hissing. “Plus, I like 'em a bit older.”

“But–” His complaint got caught on his throat as you enveloped as much of him as you could in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. “Holly shit. Just like that.” He said when your tongue drew a line in one of the veins of his length. Your panties, forgotten somewhere in the bed.

“Mhmm?” Like that? was the real question, the vibrations of your throat had Chris gripping in the bed sheets with force. You licked again.

“Yes, love, suck it whole.” Even if Chris wanted to throw back his head, he didn't. He wanted to see how pretty you looked, giving him the blow job of his life.

Did he like you? Of course he did. That was the reason you found him in that embarrassing situation in the first place.

Ever since the first time he saw you the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself in your sweet pussy and never leave, have you trembling and begging him to cum, but he knew better, knew that could never happen. Not with the age difference, not with the public eye watching your every move. He couldn't do that to you.

He tried to keep his distance, downplaying your flirty comments and taking dozens of cold showers only to stop fantasizing about you.

Chris also knew that you would be out that day, knew all he had to do was tell the lady in the hallway that he left his key inside and she'll be nice enough to let him in. He couldn't contain any more after seeing you the night before in your hot pink bikini during the improvised party the cast held by the pool of the hotel.

So he got in your room. And truth to be told, it wasn't his fault that you left your underwear drawer open, it also wasn't his fault that he imagined you modeling all that lace and silk only to him, and it certainly wasn't his fault that you looked even better with your mouth full of his cock than he imagined.

You bobbed your head up and down, moaning every time his tip hit the back of your throat, your hand stroking the rest or him you couldn't fit.

When your fingers brushed his balls, Chris lost it.

The hand that had been gripping the sheets was now in the back of your head, fingertips digging in your skull and forcing your head down his cock. You gagged, the unexpected action, not giving you time to even adjust to the change of rhythm.

“Fucking hell.” Chris took a handful of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and started directing your pace, both the pulling in your roots and the burning feeling of him so down your throat had your eyes watering, but you didn't care. Not when he looked so high on ecstasy and all because of you. “You're a dream come true”

He wasn't expecting a response, not a verbal one at least, so you ran your tongue over his hardness again, and again with every push of his hand.

Tears adorned your flushed cheeks, saliva gathered in the corners of your mouth and you did your best to breath through your nose as Chris stilled your head and moved his hips forward, starting fucking your face.

You shut your eyes closed, concentrating on relaxing your throat and ignoring the slight sting on the back of your head.

He stopped.

“No, baby. Eyes on me.” Chris yanked your hair, making you lock gazes with him again. “You wanted me to show you? This is how I make you choke on my cock.” He brought you down again, your nose brushing his skin with each thrust, your clit throbbing with every groan he let out. “You look so damn good like this.” Your lust and desire must have been written all over your face by the time he said, “Bet you're so fucking wet you're drenching those little panties of yours.” And you knew he was right. “Can't wait to fuck your pretty cunt and cum so deep inside you, you're gonna feel me for days.”

You clenched around nothing, the idea of Chris railing you senseless had you moaning again, desperation for making that scenario a reality glowing in your pupils.

“Oh, I will.” He confirmed, breathing hard as you placed your hands on his thighs for support. “But first, you're gonna be a good girl and take everything I give. Think you can do that for me?” His movements were slow, no doubt to have the most part of your attention in his words.

A tap on his thigh was enough confirmation for Chris to resume his thrusting, your heart hammering against your chest with the intensity of his movements.

You felt him twitch at least, his assault faltering and his grip on your hair tightening. He was close again, and you'd help him reach his release this time.

So you sucked harder, trying to milk the life out of him while your palms massaged his thighs.

Chris cursed, head thrown back, hips going still, and his whole body tensing up as you felt ropes of his hot spent painting the inside of your throat and the weight of his softening cock on your tongue.

Obeying, you swallowed every drop, freed him with a soft pop and licked your lips in the most sensual way Chris had ever seen.

When Chris came down from his high, he took notice of your state; hair tangled, glassy eyes, swollen lips, chest heaving. He felt himself getting hard again.

“Am I still too young for you?” Your voice was hoarse, no doubt due to the recent activities.

“I don't know.” He said, helping you on your feet and out of your sundress. “We can keep figuring it out.” He smirked, lowering your ruined underwear until it pooled at your feet.

You straddled him, ready to take on the promise he made minutes ago. “I'm in no rush.”

"Stop talking!" You cut him off and push him down till he hits the mattress with you on top of him, and you kiss his lips rough again. You move your lips down to his neck and begin marking a hickey, making him groan. You kiss him below his Adam's apple, causing him to tighten his grip on your waist.

You run your hands down his clothed body, then down his pants zipper. As you unzip him, he releases go of your waist, you take down his pants, and you see his cock. It's big and hard, with pre-cum seeping from it. You make him moan by rapidly pumping your hands. "Oh my god, yess Y/n!" he exclaims. "Do you like that baby?" you ask as you begin kissing his jaw and neck once more. " Oh yes, Y/n! He says. "I believe you'll enjoy it inside me." You sit up straight to ride up your dress, shove your panties aside, and slide down on him while saying this. Even after five years together, you can never grow used to size.

As you begin riding him, you let out a really whining moan. The sound of both of you moaning fills the room. He thrusts his hips upwards, mirroring your tempo and attempting to blend in even more. Your head drops back as you sense your orgasm nearing. "Oh yess bubba, I'm going to cum," you groan. "Mmm Y/n, I'm cumming too!" he murmurs, captivated by your sight. "You look so beautiful, darling!" he exclaims as he massages your breasts through your dress.

Increasing your pace, you tightly fist his sweater and cum on his cock. Trying to settle down from this escatsy, he rids you through your orgasm and cums deep into you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you pull him out of you and lie next to him. You both sit in silence, trying to catch your breath. "Ahh, that was fantastic," he says as you turn to face him. "Not that I'm complaining, but may I ask as to what happened to you all of a sudden?"

"A few girls at the restaurant were fangirling over your interview and talking….umm pretty nasty about the things they'd do to you," you admit, avoiding looking him in the eyes. He then raises your face to face him and lightly pecks your lips. "And you're jealous?" he asks, sliding his hand around your waist.

"If you getting jealous leads to this, then I hope everyone out there fantasizes me" Chris says trying hard not to laugh at your pouty face.

You hit his chest and try to get up when he pulls you back to him, "they can fantasise and dream all they want, but you are the one who can actually do those things to me, isn't that true?" he says, bopping your nose.

"Amm hmmm," you nod, caressing his lower lip with your thumb, and add passionately, "Your mine." 

"Yess, ma'am, I love you Y/n," he responds with a smile. "I love you more," you respond, capturing his lips once more.

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They had gotten along great when they were younger. He was ten years, when his dad introduced him to his soon-to-be stepsister and stepmom. She was 6, and they had a pretty good relationship for a few years, being an actual pair of siblings. Then she hit puberty. He was barely home around that time, but he came home one day, and she just looked like… He wanted to bury himself in her. He knew it was wrong, and it tore him apart whenever he felt the desire to just take her. Which led him to a lot of pent-up anger and then that just became their language – and it had been since then.

His want for her hadn’t diminished one bit since then. They only saw each other during family functions, holidays, and the likes, which always bled into arguments – he couldn’t help himself. He liked seeing her face go red and the way she talked to him made him feel all the things.

It was fourth of July-weekend, and he had barely stepped foot inside his childhood home, before he bristled as Y/N walked past him with a raised brow and short, that could double as a pair of panties. He groaned. Of fucking course.

“Hi, dad.” He hugged his dad with one arm, eyes trained on Y/N, who was currently bending over – she was going to kill him. “Hi, son. Can you stay somewhat nice for the weekend?” He asked, keeping a stern grip on Chris’ shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll try.” “I still don’t know what the hell happened between the two of you but keep it nice.” Chris nodded and gestured to his room. “I’ll put my bags down. There’s a party at Sebastian’s tomorrow, I might go. Is that okay?” His dad nodded once. “Yeah, sure. Just don’t get too drunk and don’t bring anyone back home, your mom would have my head.” Chris grinned, his eyes trailing after Y/n as she ascended the stairs, her hips swaying dangerously. “Sure thing, dad.” He followed Y/N, getting enveloped in her perfume – it smelled like apples and lilac, and it was fucking addictive – following the scent to the landing on top of the stairs.

“Hiya, bro.” She called from her room, the usual amount of contempt in her voice. “Put some clothes on.” He simply murmured back, closing the door to his room with a loud bang. He threw himself on the bed and palmed his semi-hard cock through his pants; as always, the weekend would be long and hard. A slight knock sounded on his door, and he sat up, hiding his hardened length behind his shirt before the door opened, and Y/N stepped inside – she had changed into a summerdress in green tones, and she looked stunning. Too stunning. “What do you want?” “Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist. Mom put some of my shit in here, I’m just getting it.” She roamed the room before finding a box of things, clearly marked with her name. “You should put on some more clothes. I can see your tits from here.” “My back is turned.” “Statement still holds.” He sneered. She looked at him and rolled her eyes, the box resting on her hip. “Sorry, daddy, I’ll be sure to get right on that.” “Don’t fucking call me that.” His cock was ridiculously hard. She smirked. “Get a hold of that monster before dinner.” She nodded to his crotch. He groaned as she left the room, the air thick with her scent. At some point, he’d have to stop torturing himself by coming home. He wanted her so fucking bad, and he knew it was wrong, but she riled him up like nobody else had – or ever could – and she looked like she was straight out of his fucking dreams. He sighed and slowly grabbed his hard, angry length. Better follow her advice. He remembered the picture, he had – by accident, honestly – seen on Sebastian’s phone a few months earlier with Y/N as a centerpiece; her almost naked frame had filled the screen, the little, bratty smile on her lips and her middle finger in the air, while her tongue was out, sent him into a tailspin. He wasn’t much for admitting it, but he had lost his mind thinking about her sending that kind of picture to Sebastian of all people, and much to his embarrassment, had sent the picture to himself, deleting the message from Sebastian’s phone. He sighed and grabbed his phone, finding the picture on his phone and settled back into his pillows.

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Dinner was uneventful – other than the casual insults hurled between him and Y/N – and he retreated to his room earlier than normal. He couldn’t handle looking at her in any way – her dress was lowcut and fit her like a fucking glove, and it made the dining-experience wildly uncomfortable for him, despite just rubbing one out. It was like his own, personal hell.

He paced his room, thinking back to the moment she accidentally dropped her fork as she was carrying dishes out, and stopped to bend down right in front of him; her ass was almost against the front of his jeans and he could see her thong – he was about to lose it and just take her right there, but whatever little self-control he had left, had gotten the best of him. He could not be here for a full fucking weekend with her prancing around in nothing. It was like she was doing it on purpose, just to rile him up.

His mind was made up pretty quickly; he wanted to tell her the fuck off and then get the hell out of dodge, not fucking caring anymore. He was grabbing the handle of his door, pulling it open, when a sound hit him; it came from Y/N’s room and it was like a fishhook had sunk into him, an invisible line pulling him straight to the door, that had been cracked open a notch. Sinful fucking sounds came from there. He could hear a slight buzzing followed by wet noises, that went straight to his cock, and he felt disgusted by himself, listening to the wet sounds of her fucking herself. It was wrong, so fucking wrong of him to listen in on her, but he was rooted to the spot, listening with red cheeks and shame coursing through him as her moans began to tumble out of the cracked door. He was palming himself again, the sounds making him feel tense and tight, dreaming of being in place instead of the vibrator, when he heard his name.

“Chris… Fuck, daddy!” She whined it, the vibrator buzzing wilder than before – he grunted at the sound and the throb in his cock made it almost impossible to stand up; he quickly walked back to his own room and furiously jerked himself off to the thought of her riding his cock deeply.

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“Mama, I’m going to Sebastian’s!” Chris heard Y/N’s voice ring through the entire fucking house – he ran inside, spotting her with a hand on the doorhandle, almost already out. “You’re not fucking going to Sebastian’s party.” He groaned, his eyes scanning her outfit; it was barely an outfit, in his eyes. He wanted to rip it to fucking shreds. A sheer, white dress hugged her body, the swimsuit peeking through – it was absolutely sinful. “Oh, my god, you should try removing that stick from your ass.” He stalked to her and towered over her – her chest was heaving, and he couldn’t help himself. He loved it. Always had. The way she’d look up at him defiantly, her chest rising and falling with desperate breaths every time he said or did something to rile her up; it was a part of his hellish fun. “I’ll give you something in your ass.” He rumbled, hushed, so their parents didn’t overhear; she licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out and he wanted to fucking bite it. It was insane, the feral nature that just took over his body whenever he was close to her. “Try me, asshole. I’m going.” “I’m driving.” He spat out and grabbed his jacket from the hanger. He hadn’t planned on going yet, but there was no way he was going to let her go alone. “You’re a dick.” She said, pouting a little – he wanted nothing more than grab that sweet, little lip and tug on it as he buried himself deep inside of her, but he simply rolled his eyes with the biggest show of self-control he’d ever put on.

“Yo, I’m driving her. I’ll stay there as well, Seb’s expecting me anyway.” He yelled out, not bothering to wait for an answer before pushing the door open and walking with angry strides to his car, opening the passenger-side door for her. She slid inside with a huff, and he geared up the car, his hand so tight on the gearstick, his knuckles turned white.

He was dangerously close to touching her exposed, warm thigh, every time he shifted gears, and he noticed her squirming a little, whenever he was; his pinky almost touched her at one time, and he could’ve sworn she sucked in a sharp breath. He noticed the choker, he had given her as a gift a few years back – as a prank, he really wanted her to look like the brat, she was – rested around her throat. She tugged on it a little, almost in a comforting gesture. He was going to die. He sped up and they managed to reach the Stan household in record-time. He stilled the engine and she sucked on her teeth. “Thanks for the ride.” She mumbled. “Good girl, look at you being all polite with me.” He didn’t know why the words had spilled out of him, but they had. Maybe he wanted to test the waters with her – or at least just see her reaction to him. Heat colored her skin and she whined. It was the smallest noise in the back of her throat, but it was everything to him. That sound, that little noise, could fill his head for years to come. “Asshole.” She quickly got out of the car, rushing inside; he glanced down at the seat, and with a wide grin, realized she’d left a little, wet spot on the leather.

He followed her inside, waving and nodding at the few people he knew inside, before going to the back of the house, where several people were lazing around either in the pool or around it. He spotted Sebastian, who jogged over to him with a wide smile, grabbing his shoulder. “Hey, man! I thought you weren’t coming until later.” “I wasn’t, but Y/N needed a ride.” He grumbled, thankfully taking the beer that was thrust into his hand by a random passer-by. His eyes were locked on Y/N, who was smiling and laughing with some asshole a little away from Chris. “Cool, thanks for bringing my girl over.”      

He bristled at that and couldn’t control the slight growl in the back of his throat. Sebastian grinned and raised his eyebrow. “Down, boy. We’re just having fun.” “Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” “Dude… Fine, I’ll ask you as a real gentleman. Can I take a shot at it with her?” Chris bared his teeth. “No, you can’t, you dickhead, she’s mine.” He growled, eyes on Sebastian. “She’s yours?” Sebastian looked a little disgusted. “I’ve never heard her moan your name before.” “Buddy, she’s your sister.” “By marriage.” He answered lamely. He knew it was a shitty excuse, and he knew he shouldn’t have said anything, but he didn’t want anyone touching her – she was, in his head at least, his. “Bro, that’s fucked up.” Sebastian answered. “I’ll fuck you up, if you as much as breathe in her direction today.” Sebastian rolled his eyes – Chris was pretty sure Sebastian already knew how he felt. “I’m not going to unpack those issues with you, dude. Scarlett is around here somewhere; I’m going to let you go and brood in a corner.” Sebastian clapped his shoulder. “Get yourself together, man. Honestly, you can’t be simping for your sister.” He left, letting those words hang in the air and Chris watched Y/N as she shrugged the dress off of her body, and he saw red – he stalked to her and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her to the pool house, her whines trailing them. He smacked the door shut and glared at her.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” The bathing suit barely counted, small scraps of flimsy fabric covering her pebbled nipples. “A bathing suit. I wanted to go bathing.” “Half of your ass is showing.” He grumbled, his hands still on her arms. “So is your asshole personality, but you don’t see me complaining.” “Shut the fuck up.” He growled. “I saw that idiot touching your arm.” She huffed. “You’re just letting anyone touch you like that?” Her chest was heaving, and Chris could barely focus on her words. “Well, you’re not going to.” Her words shot straight to his cock, sending it roaring – he stepped closer to her, his body flush with hers. “Who the fuck said I wouldn’t?” He growled, searching her eyes. “Bullshit.” “Try me.” His hand traveled to her throat, tugging at the choker. His voice had dropped, and he could almost smell her arousal. “You like something of mine choking you?” He muttered, holding it tightly. She whined a little. He leaned in, his fingers hooked under her choker – her breath stuttered, and he dropped all pretenses of being a good, normal brother and crashed his lips to hers.

She was like fucking heroin to him. She breathed against his lips, her small hands wrapped around his neck, and he pushed her legs open with his knee, his tongue sliding across her lower lip; she whimpered and granted him access to her and he lost himself completely. He grabbed her roughly, hooking his hands against her ass and growled as she tugged his lip between her teeth. He disentangled himself from her lips and looked at her hooded eyes. “I want to see how my cock looks like choking your throat.” He mumbled in a low voice. She closed her eyes with a slight exhale and whimpered again; he chuckled at her wanton sounds. “Knees.” He commanded. She followed without hesitation, placing herself on her knees among the various shit stacked in the pool house and he grunted as her hands found his shorts, swiftly undoing them and letting his cock spring free. He groaned as her tongue found his cock, licking a long, lazy stripe along the underside of it – he jerked his hips, letting himself go into her mouth and settle against the back of her throat. “Fuck… Oh, your mouth looks so good around my cock, baby girl.” He mumbled, tangling his fingers in her hair to keep her in place. She moaned around him, gagging slightly as he began fucking her mouth with short, desperate thrusts. She was warm and wet around him, the sounds of her gagging on his cock would be enough for him to cum; he moaned her name and forced his cock deeper down her throat – she gagged and tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at him.

She was a fucking vision.

“You like choking on your stepbrother’s cock, huh, you dirty fucking slut?” He mumbled, lost in the feeling of her around him. She moaned and opened her jaw more, allowing him to go deeper – he groaned as he slid down her throat. “Fuck, yes…” He couldn’t control the sounds he was making – this was a dream come true, her beautiful face looking up at him with his cock buried in her throat. “Fuck, stop, stop, stop, or I’m going to cum, fuck, baby…” HE pulled out of her mouth, a string of spit connecting them; he pulled her roughly to her feet, quickly undoing the straps on her bikini-bottom, letting it fall to the ground. He grinned deviously when he saw how fucking wet they were. “You want to be fucked by your stepbrother, huh?” She shook her head. “No…” She said defiantly, a smirk playing on her lips. “Then why are your legs shaking, and why are your panties so soaked?” He asked, cupping her chin with his big hand; she was forced to look up at him and her eyes told a very different story than her lips did. “I was swimming.” “In your own juices, it would seem.” He let his fingers wander to her slick folds and chuckled lightly. “Oh, baby, you like this, huh? You’re going to be my little, good girl and keep your fucking bratty mouth shut for me?” “Fuck… Yes, daddy.” He growled at the nickname and squeezed her chin even harder than before – she mewled at it, and her hips rolled on their own accord. “Good girl.” He slid two fingers inside of her and began pumping, the wet sounds filling the pool house. He was happy that the music from outside drowned out pretty much everything else, because she was loud. “You’ve been thinking about me fucking you, haven’t you?” He asked, thrusting his fingers deeply inside of her. She was fucking velvet against his fingers. “No…” She tried to lie, but her moan cut her off and her knees buckled. “I heard you yesterday, baby girl. You were so naughty, fucking yourself to the thought of me, huh?” he pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of her, coating himself in her slick; she was fluttering around his fingers and he knew she was close – her chest heaved, and he wanted to choke her out, let her gasp and struggle for air, beg him for it, but he knew he couldn’t wait to be in her. “You want to cum, baby girl? You want to cum all over my thick fingers?” he asked, slapping her cheek. She mewled and her eyes rolled back in her head, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen. “Yes, yes, please… I want to cum, please…” she moaned, her hand on his wrist, holding him deeply inside of her. “You fucking cum on my fingers, cum for me…” he moaned, his eyes trained on the fingers going in and out of her tight pussy. She came apart on him, her pussy gushing out of her, drenching his hand, and her moans turned to screams as she came hard. He felt her drag him deeper inside of her, and he wanted to stay here forever to just look at her come undone on his fingers. “You want me in you?” He asked, the final line not yet crossed – if she agreed, there was no turning back from it. She found his eyes, still heaving for a breath and nodded once. “Yes.”

His lips descended on hers, desperate and wanting as he lifted her to a box of whatever and sat her down, legs open for him and pussy so inviting, he’d want to fucking live there. She bit his lips and rolled her hips, clearly just as desperate as he was. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for so long, I need to feel you inside of me, please, please, ple…” She groaned as he slipped his cock inside of him, filling her out. She was a drug, heaven, hell – all of it combined in one, and he knew for sure he was going to all the hells there existed for doing this. He didn’t care. He grunted as he bottomed out, looking down at her stretched over his large, twitching cock. “Fuck, you look so good stretched out over my cock, baby girl…” He whispered, his hand finding her throat and squeezing slightly. She whined and arched her back, letting him fill her deeper than before. “Shit…” He began fucking her, no rhythm or control – he just wanted to fill her, be buried in her, despite of the shame of what they were doing, he wanted her to be ruined by him. She was moaning his name, letting it tumble from her lips like a secret prayer as her nails dug into his shoulders, her chest bouncing with every thrust he gave her. “Fuck, you’re never going to be free of me… You’re my personal, little, secret…” He groaned and fucked her harder, feeling her clench around him. “Fucktoy, aren’t you?” He finished his sentence with a growl, as her fingers found his hair, tugging at it. He roared and pounded her deeply, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. She was dripping down on him, her breathing labored by his hand around her throat.

“You want to cum, little girl? Yeah, you want to cum on your stepbrother’s cock, huh?” She whimpered and he chuckled, removing his hand from her throat to pinch her pebbled nipple. “Oh, did I dumb you down already? All you needed was my thick cock in your tight pussy?” she mewled and clung to him like he was a fucking life-raft. He looked down at where his cock disappeared inside of her, and he groaned. “Look at you, taking me so well… You want to cum, baby girl?” He moaned and found her lips again as he pounded her roughly. She screamed against his lips as she came, and he was nearing the edge too; everything felt so fucking tight around him, her hands, nails, pussy, everything was so fucking tight. She went limp in his arms, but her eyes found his; they were dark with lust. “Fucking… Fuck, you want me to fill you, huh? You want me to use you like a good, little cum-slut?” She smiled dirtily at him and held him tighter, bouncing back on him. “Yes… Fucking fill me with your cum, please… Please, stepbrother, please!” She whispered, moaning wildly as he sped up, chasing his high. “Your pussy is fucking heroin, baby…” He mumbled, leaning his forehead against hers, fucking her roughly and deeply until he felt his balls tighten. “Fucking hell, take it!” He groaned and roared as he came deep inside of her, long, thick ropes of hot cum filling her. She was moaning and grinding back on him as he came in her, and her hands drew long, red lines on his shoulders.

They were both panting as they came down from their highs and he pulled out with a hiss – he was overwhelmed by shame and contentment and even a little bit of pride, when he saw his spend leak out from her. He cupped her face and dropped his voice. “We can’t tell anybody. Get that?” He asked with a hard voice. She raised an eyebrow and dipped her fucking finger inside of her, licking their spend off of her finger; she moaned at the taste, and he could go again, right now, right here. “Why would I ever tell?” “Because you’re a brat.” He told her, slapping her cheek affectionately. She grinned at him and grabbed her bottoms, tying them back on, before turning back to him and kissed him. Her tongue slid against his and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body; if he had his way, he’d never let go. “Well… You enjoy me being a brat, don’t you?” She asked gently, biting down on his lip. He smirked. “Only if I get to punish you for it.” “Hm…” She kissed him again and smiled against his lips.

“Don’t you think I could do well at Boston Uni? I would just have such a hard time paying rent for something over there…” He grinned and smacked her ass. “Good thing your brother lives just right next door, huh?”