Brett talbot imagines

Prompt #2

Warning: Brett Talbot x fem!reader, all characters of age, unprotected sex, revenge sex, edging, cream-pie,

Word Count: 1.2k

You had one job. Just one. Stand clear of Brett Talbot, but you could not even do that. Your brother, Liam, explained to you from the moment he was expelled from Devenford Prep that Brett Talbot was bad news.

You had listened at first. For years you were lucky enough to only have small encounters with him and from those encounters alone you could not see why Liam thought he was so bad. He had always been kind to you. Only saying enough to keep you curious and doing just enough to get you coming back to him.

At this point, It only excited you more to be around him considering you were not supposed to be around him, on top of how much of a mystery he was.

Maybe you should have listened to Liam, but you couldn't. Every part of your brain screamed for you to leave, but your curiosity kept you lingering.

That was exactly what Brett had wanted though. He had always wanted you, since before Liam destroyed the coach's car with a crowbar. Liam knew about his little crush and he knew Liam would make it his mission to keep you away as soon as he thought he would use you as revenge against him. It was the perfect revenge.

To have you and take you whenever he wanted knowing it would break Liam's heart. It would crush his spirits knowing his innocent little sister was being split in two by the one guy you were supposed to stay away from. He had waited so long for this moment. Beating Beacon Hills on the field was not enough, but something about ruining your cunt and breaking the news to Liam seemed all too satisfying.

Although he had been right all along and you knew it, that did not stop you from meeting up with Brett. That did not stop you from being pinned against the wall in the locker room before a game between Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills. It did not stop your skirt from being hiked up and your panties pulled to the side while Brett pounded into you, muttering filth in your ear.

A part of you thought of it as your own revenge for having to stay away from him so long.

"You get any louder, your brother is gonna hear." He chuckles as he presses his large hand under your mouth to muffle your moan as every delicious stretch of his cock filled your body.

Your walls clenched around his cock at his words.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" He smirked. You shook your head as your eyes tried to hold his gaze. "You can't lie to me. You know this. You're squeezing me so good." He was right. You could try, but your body would always betray you.

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to keep quiet, but it was like a game to him. The quieter you got, the harder and faster he thrust. Like he was challenging you to scream. You knew if you screamed you would be busted in a heartbeat and you could not let that happen. Not when you were this close to release.

He could hear your brother just down the hall, asking some teammates if they had seen you. Of course, no one had. You were so good at this game of hiding from Liam and you only got better.

"You better not get us caught." He challenged even though Liam had already left the building to meet the team on the field, he still made you believe Liam was close.

You only clenched around him and trying to hold back the groan threatening to fall from his lips. Your juices coated his cock at the thought of getting caught. He chuckled at your reaction.

He pulled the front of your blouse down to let your breasts spill out. His tongue licking around your sensitive nipples, his fingers rolled against them.

Brett worked your body like magic. He knew the game started in only a few minutes and he did not plan on stopping until then.

Your head rolled back against the wall while he adjusted the lift of your hips for the third time, the tip of his cock poking against your spot with every thrust once again. He had already been edging you for what felt like hours but you were not entirely sure how long it had been. You were so desperate for release.

"You wanna cum?"

You nodded your head, your fingers curling into his head and gripping onto it. His hand "Have I fucked you dumb already, baby? Forget how to answer me properly?"

You sobbed quietly as he slowed down his thrusts, letting off of your spot. "P-Please! Don't stop-" You choked a second sob.

"Tell me what you want then. Let’s hear it." He kissed up your breasts and trailed kisses along your neck. His hips not budging, his hands restraining you from moving yours as the tip of his cock only filled you. He enjoyed teasing you, making you beg for him.

"I wanna cum. Please let me cum..." You whimpered as he immediately pushed the rest of the way back into you, stuffing you full again and pounding against your spot as if giving you permission.

"Yes, yes, yes... oh-"

He knew the game was about to start as much as he wanted to keep playing with you. His lips fell to yours, kissing your lips hard and swallowed your words, your cries as your body shook with your climax. His own hitting as soon as your walls milked him, your juices squirting around him before he pushed his own release inside of you.

He groaned quietly as he kisses your lips softly this time, nibbling on your plump bottom lip as he righted himself in his shorts again. His fingers dragged over your entrance to scoop up the cum dripping from you and pushing his long fingers inside of you to push it all inside of you.

“Don’t waste a single drip. I know that pretty pussy needs my cum.” His eyes watched yours as he pulled your panties back in place to keep his cum from dripping out. Whatever would, you would just have to wear in your panties.

He adjusted his uniform as he lowered you back to your feet again for you to fix yourself. You stood weakly, holding onto the sink for support He could hear the coach blowing the whistle to gather up the team and he smirked to himself, leaving you with a kiss.

Brett hurried out of the locker room, trying to fix his sex hair you were responsible for on his way out to the field.

He bumped his shoulder against Liam’s as he passed him, turning to find Liam glare at him. “Watch where you’re going.” He snapped.

Brett smirked, glancing past him as you finally made your way out to the bleachers. “Sorry, was just admiring your sister. She’s looking pretty hot all fucked out.”

Liam’s lips parted at his comment, following his stare at you in the bleachers talking with Lydia as if after he had not spent all this time trying to find you. His blood was boiling at the sight of you. He could not handle the thought of Brett ruining his sister. He was gonna kill Brett if that was the last thing he did. Brett held his smirk as the coach called for him to join the rest of the team in the circle for their quick huddle. That was even better than he had imagined.

Liam gripped his helmet in his hand, pulling it on his head as he took his spot on the field. He was a dead man.