#stepbro!wilbur

“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.

- stepbro!wilbur who immediately sees you shying behind your mom, scared of the two men in front of you. It hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already terrified of them.

- stepbro!wilbur who’s a good couple years ahead of you, but that doesn’t mean anything right? He can still be friends with you and treat you nice.

-stepbro!wilbur who immediately gets you to open up to him, learning how your father was an abusive asshole, never letting you and your mom go without a fight or a couple hits here and there.

-stepbro!wilbur who takes you under his wing, protects you with everything he has and makes sure you know that you’re safe around him.

-stepbro!wilbur who starts to see you as his pretty little baby one random afternoon watching you sleep on his chest, hand running through your hair as he silently made a promise to never let you go.

-stepbro!wilbur who softly smiles at you while you slowly become more dependent on him.

-stepbro!wilbur who praises you and whispers small promises in your ear every night, making sure you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you like that bad man did. No, not him. He was here to protect you.

-stepbro!wilbur who kisses you so softly, his body engulfing yours as he lies you down on his bed, kissing down your body so gently, praising you for being his good girl. Only his.

-stepbro!wilbur who takes it upon himself to be your big brother and a somewhat father figure to you, blurring the lines between right and wrong between you two.

-stepbro!wilbur who invites you to his office all the time, just to have you sit on his lap and help me do work, or to have you near him. So he knows you’re ok.

-stepbro!wilbur who uses his dynamic with you to his own advantage. He thinks about you, don’t worry! But half the time, you’ll do anything for him.

-stepbro!wilbur who cancels everything the minute you call him crying, saying you were scared or had a bad dream. He doesn’t care how pathetic it seems in the moment, his baby needed him.

-stepbro!wilbur who’s fucks you so slowly, talking you through it and praising you for taking him so well. His good girl….

-stepbro!wilbur who’s silently cries with you while you’re in his arms, hating how hurt you sound at simple bad memories of one person. A person he desperately hates

-stepbro!wilbur who does a background check on your father, silently seething as he dig deeper and deeper, having to stop himself before he broke his computer.

-stepbro!wilbur who makes sure if you’re going out, he has your location, you’re with someone, or he’s coming along. No one’s trying anything if he has anything to do with it

“Wil- no stop! Wilbur!” You squealed as his fingers dug into your sides, pinching and squeezing the skin in his hold as he tickled you, unfazed by your writhing.

“No I think I’m ok! I quite like where I am!” The man teased you as he continued his abuse on your poor sensitive spots. The smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know: he was enjoying this way too much.

“Please Will! I- I can’t breathe- ugh!” You wheezed out as he fell on top of you, his weight knocking all the air out of your body while he wrapped his arms around your waist, head falling against your neck, resting in the warmth you created.

You smiled down at him, hands creeping up and running through his hair, sending chills down his spine as he hummed in delight. He slowly kissed your neck, soft and sweet kisses filled your skin until he settled back down against you.

“Nap time…” the brunette muttered as his body relaxed, arms still tight around you. You laughed at his words, fully not believing him after his previous actions.

“Sure bud, cmon let’s- oh..” you whispered out, eyes wide as you realized he was out cold. You bit your lip from smiling too hard, lying back and relaxing yourself so you could sleep. Times like these made you silently thank your mom and step-dad for meeting at the job and having the same work trips. Made room for this.

*buzz*

Wilbur’s phone went off on your night stand, vibrating the furniture loud enough to make it stand out in the quiet room. You hummed softly, ignoring it, thinking it was probably a stupid notification about someone posting or one of his friends asking for things.

*buzz*

*buzz* *buzz*

“What the fuck-“ you whispered out as your eyebrows furrowed while looking at the phone, seeing text and a name you didn’t quite know.

‘Sophie’

Who the hell was Sophie?! Wilbur never mentioned anyone named that, nor that he knew one. You slowly moved your hand away from Wilbur to grab his phone, hand still moving in his hair as you secured the device. Swiping up, you tried to use your face to open the screen, as you had set it up to also take your face, yet it wouldn’t let you.

What the hell was going on? Did he erase your recognition?

Swiping up once more, you put his password in and let out a soft sigh of relief when it finally let you see his screen. Opening messages, you saw the text, the countless amounts of text that were exchanged between them two. For weeks.

You took a deep breath as you read through. Nothing too bad, just random conversations about parties and class work. This isn’t too bad!

‘would u want to grab a coffee sometime soon?’ The next text read, dread filling your gut as you reread the sentence over and over again.

What would he say? Would he agree and go willingly? Would he hesitate and think of you? Would he say no? Fuck!

You quickly shut off his phone, grabbing yours in hand, opening Instagram once it unlocked. You searched for Wilbur’s account, desperate to see this girl and what made her so special.

Going to his following, you searched her name and- woah.

She was, gorgeous.

Her skin was a darker tone, contrasting your skin quite a bit. She had beautiful piercing blue eyes that could stop anyone’s heart with a glance. Her hair was long and silky, like she took care of it the way it needed. She was tall and she made it look good, she made everything on herself look good. Her clothing style was one of a models, tighter clothes, some baggy jeans on occasion.

She was so different from you. She looked like a princess you’d see in a movie, so stunning and perfect. And it looked like Wilbur was going to be her Prince Charming….

He was supposed to be yours, right?

“Baby? Are you ok, you’re breathing heavy.” Wilbur’s soft voice broke through your thoughts, head clearing as you looked at him, chest heaving up and down. Wilbur’s eyes looked at you with worry, sitting up in front of you as tears filled your eyes.

You slowly turned your screen towards him, showing off what you discovered, making his eyes widen for a couple seconds. “Shit…”

“Yeah ‘Shit’! She wants to go on a coffee date with you now. Wil-“ you swallowed the lump in your throat before continuing. “When were you going to tell me about her? Were you just gonna drag me along for the ride and leave me once things finally went good?!” A tear dragged down your face as you quickly wiled it away with yo- his hoodie.

“Hey, listen to me! Nothing is going on between us, we met at a party and decided to exchange numbers-“

“Wilbur that’s the definition of something happening! At least to her it is. And from what I can see, fuck, she’s beautiful! She has everything in her life practically planned. I mean- I wouldn’t blame you for leaving me, but I just need you to tell me!”

“Fucking- not everything has to be brought to your attention ok?! So what if something is happening, it’s none of your business!” Wilbur snapped back, done with this conversation already. Your body curled in itself, scared at his sudden mood change, scared of him. Tears were rolling down your face steady this time, body shaking.

Wilbur looked up at your state, and sighed. He hated seeing you like this but, it wouldn’t change anything that just happened for him to comfort you now. “And plus- what does it matter. We can’t be anything anyways. We’re family, remember? Just family.”

Fuck. Him.

“Fuck you.” You whispered out, rushing out of the room, down the stairs and into the entry way. You grabbed your keys and slide on shoes as quick as you could. You heard quick footsteps coming down the steps as you opened the door.

“No no! Wait! Listen to me, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that! It was fucked up and I didn’t mean it!” He pleaded at you, though they were falling on deaf ears as you opened your car door and started the car.

“If you didn’t mean it, you wouldn’t have said it.” You replied back to him as you started your car and left the drive way, going to nowhere but somewhere at the same time.

-

“Dude I’ve been telling you to get out of this situation for a long time! This was bound to happen…. You guys aren’t supposed to be together. It’s like… kind of forbidden!”

“I love you so much Grace, but I really don’t need a lecture right now-“

“But I’m right… you knew this would happen, you even said it yourself after you and Wilbur hooked up the first time.”

You ended up at your best friend Grace’s house, not the first place you would’ve picked but the most ethical in senses. You had called her prior to showing up, telling her through sobs and sniffles what happened and how you needed somewhere to stay just for a few hours, and she welcomed you immediately.

“I know… I just didn’t think it’d happen this fast. Everything seemed fine. And then she pops up and I’m distraught.” You said softly as you looked at her profile once more, Grace watching you with a sad look, her hands running through your hair. “She’s gorgeous. She’s everything a guy would want in a girl. Skinny, tan, not too tall but tall enough to look good, pretty eyes, perfect smile. Fuck… who am I to compare?!”

“Hey, snap out of it! You are beautiful. You are incredible and you are my best friend. Yeah, you don’t look like her, ok. But, I don’t want you to look like her, you are you and I love you for that. And I know Wilbur does too. He loves you for you, how you look, how you carry yourself, how smart you are. Don’t belittle yourself over another women that some man has in his phone…. Plus you don’t even know their connection with each other.” Grace finished as she sat down next to you, eyes softening she saw just how exhausted you were from everything.

“Just hear him out ok…. Do I think what you guys are doing is completely wrong? Yes. But can I control you two? Lord knows I’ve tried and I can’t!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air, making you laugh at her agony.

Your smile quickly turned back into a frown as you got lost in your thoughts again. What if he actually wanted to date her? Would he just forget everything that happened? Would he leave you that fast for some model? Wait… that’s a stupid question, of course he wou-

The doorbell ringing brought you back to reality, eyebrows furrowing at the blonde haired girl in front of you as she quickly got up, rushing down the stairs to the door. It was only you two in the house, her parents being at work still and her siblings being at school.

“Oh…. Hey! Uh- it’s for you!” Grace yelled up the stairs at you, further confusing you at who could possibly be here for you.

As you made your way down the stairs, hood up and arms crossed, you didn’t fully look up at the person until you were in front of them… and you silently wished you didn’t come downstairs in the first place.

“Hey.”

Wilbur. The man you wanted to hate at the moment but couldn’t quite find the will to be angry at him. The man you had inevitably fell in love with and will continue to love for as long as he lets you. For as long as you can. The man who is crushing your heart over something so insignificant it would make any rational person think you were insane. And maybe you are, but you didn’t care at this point.

All you cared about was him.

“Look, I’m sorry about what I said and how I reacted towards you. That wasn’t fair to you nor was it r-“ his words were cut off as you rushed into his chest, arms wrapping his waist as you gripped his crew neck in your hands like a life line.

Tears slowly flowed down your face as sobs racked through your body, making you feel weak. But you didn’t care anymore, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me..” you whispered out to him, sobs following in your words steps, making Wilbur shush you quietly as he stepped into the house, silently thanking Grace for closing the door.

Wilbur gently guided you to the couch, softly sitting down onto the cushion as you continued to curl up against him. Your sobs slowed down, small sniffles being heard and shaky breaths taken.

“It’s ok, you’re ok my love. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Wilbur said softly, kisses being placed on your head as he rubbed your back slowly, held h you calm down so he could properly talk to you.

Sitting up, you gently took a deep breath, wiping your face of any left over tears, before looking at Wilbur. He gave you a soft smile, his hand coming up to cup your face, thumb gently rubbing your cheek making you lean into his touch.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no more apologizing. It’s not your fault at all. Your reaction was completely valid, and I should’ve told you, and I’m sorry I didn’t. And I’m sorry for what I said. I truly didn’t mean it, and it just slipped out. You mean more to me than just being someone apart of my family. That should be a bad thing but I could care less. I love you too much to care about rights and wrongs.”

“Sophie was someone I met at one of the gigs we played. She was a solo artist that went before us, and we all decided to compliment her. The guys did all the talking, I was more of a background character, but she wanted my number. And I didn’t think much of it, so I gave it to her, thinking it was only a friendly professional thing. It’s been pretty friendly until that text, and even at that I don’t think she meant any harm by it. But, I promise nothing’s going on or going to happen. She doesn’t compare to you at all, you are the most perfect person I’ve ever laid eyes on and won’t take that for granted. So I’ll cut things off with her if you want me to, I respect your opinion and your feelings-“

“Wilbur, just shut up.” You told the man, slowly inching closer to him as you took his face into your hands. He softly smiled at you before connecting your lips together.

His hands made purchase on your hips, the kiss being soft and sweet, the slow exchange between the two of you saying more than words could in the moment.

Your hands slowly slid into his hair, pulling at the hair on the back of his head, making Wilbur groan softly, his hands tightening on your hips. He pulled you forward slightly, moving you onto his lap the best he could-

“Absolutely not! I love you both, but you are not doing this in front of me.” Grace complained, leaning against the kitchen island as a cookies rested in her hand, half eaten as she smirked at the two of you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’ll get out of your hair, thank you again for letting me crash here for a bit.” You smiled softly at the girl in front of you, hugging her softly as she squeezed you back.

“Anytime girl, don’t worry about it. You’re always welcome. And you!” She pointed at Wilbur. “Watch your back, if this happens again I will come for you.” She deadpanned as you laughed at the interaction.

“Play nice now! Goodbye, I love you.” You waved at the girl as you grabbed everything you had brought, Wilbur waiting by the door patiently .

“Text me the details later?”

“Absolutely!”

“Love you! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t-“

You laughed at her as you slowly shut the door, Wilbur already at your side of the car, door open for you like always.

“Why thank you.” You kissed his cheek as you stepped into his car. He rushed to his side of the car, the cold being unbearable, starting the car and pulling out of the drive way.

“Hey… about what you said back there. I don’t care if you go get coffee with her. I just wish you told me about her sooner than me having to find out from random text.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but the once you found out and brought up how it might look to her, it caught me off guard. I promise next time I’ll tell you.” Wilbur grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing the back of it, smiling at you from the drivers seat.

“Thank you.” You smiled, content with what you knew now.

Well, somewhat content.

“Wait, then why didn’t my face id work?!” You asked, confusion written all over your face as Wilbur laughed.

“Joe reset it again while I was sleeping in rehearsal of his face and Mark’s. I keep forgetting to change it.”

“You really need to hide your phone from those two-“