Finn

you're the center of his world, against his will. countless times has he had to cancel band practice early to make you dinner and get you ready for school in the morning, and his social life, (which was never really thriving anyways) is shot when he has to drive you to every practice and after school event.

its only fair for you to pay him back, and ryan doesnt see you in a greasy fast food joint slaving away for the gas money you owe him anytime soon.

but, thankfully, ryans decided you can pull your weight a different way.

you always frustrate him most during homework time. sitting across from eachother on his messy bed as ryan tries to explain to you the same math formula for the tenth time.

your visions blurry from the sheer embarrassment, but you can still make out ryans angry face, and the tear stained paper he's shoving in your face.

"you cant fuckin' do anything, can you?" your older brother spits out, moving off the bed and onto his feet, his wirey frame hovering over you as you sputter and wipe your face. you never really know if you're supposed to answer questions like that, so you stay silent - that only seems to anger ryan more.

"guess not." ryan huffs out a forced chuckle, "roll over. show me you can be worth something." he commands, and it almost concerns him how quickly you obey. though, it works out in his favor, you being so desperate to please.

ryan does away with your crumpled up algebra work and lightly chewed number two pencil, pushing your face into his pillows before beginning.

"i do so much for you, you know that?" you shudder as he grips the waist band of your pants, making an attempt to get up and run, just for ryan to hold you down with a strong hand on your back.

you grip his ever stained bedsheets with might, trying to squirm away as ryan lowers your house shorts, making a sound of approval at your lack of underwear.

your eyes close instinctively as his weight makes the bed dip, straddling you inbetween his legs as your shorts are completely discarded. "its your turn to do something for me." ryan hums, forcing himself inside you with a low grunt; his back arching as the arms keeping him upright shake wildly.

you cry into ryans pillow case, shivering as he barely fits inside, tearing you a bit due to the force. you just lay there, chest heaving, and whining a bit when he finishes on your back.