Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

Stepbrother Pt. 2 18+

A grudge was something I could hold for the rest of my life, and usually I would, but this time, getting back at Tate was the only thing I could think about. Revenge is best served sweet, and I was about to become a chef. I would tolerate no other options. That brown-eyed pretty boy needed to pay, and thanks to my charisma, he would.

Jenny's father agreed to let me spend the weekend over almost immediately. I was like a second daughter to him; he felt like I kept her out of trouble, but that's because I was the trouble, according to her. The beginning of my plan had now begun. Just when I thought things couldn't get even better, Jenny's father and Tate's mother announced they wouldn't be home because they had to attend an event for his job. Karma was on my side tonight like no other. As the couple walked out of the door, Jenny and I turned and discussed our plans for the night, but she cut our conversation short when she noticed unwanted eyes watching us from the top of the stairwell.

"Um- hello? Do you need anything? Why are you watching us? You're so fucking creepy," Jenny jeered.

Unbothered, the blonde strolled down the steps, chuckling at how annoyed he made her.

"Trust me, Jenny. I'm not watching you. That wouldn't change even if you weren't my step-sister," Tate taunted.

The hate the two had for each other made the atmosphere an uncomfortable one to be in. Jenny still had no clue about what happened between me and her new step-brother earlier, and with the way she glared at him, I needed to make sure she never found out. Caution would be necessary this weekend because, if not, Jenny might end up in prison. When Jenny said she'd kill for her best friend, she often meant it. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up the steps, pushing Tate out of the way as she did. Focused on getting me away from him, she failed to notice how his eyes locked with mine while she stole me away from his presence. She would've probably put two and two together if she had.

"Stay away from us, you perv," Jenny declared.

"I don't think I'm the one you should tell that to," Tate exclaimed.

Thirty minutes of ACDC and prank-calling her exes passed. Tate's biological sister, Addie, was asleep in her room, and their parents were gone. This only meant one thing. Tate was somewhere alone. The circumstances seemed almost too perfect, and only one obstacle got in my way. Jenny. Regardless of my territorial best friend, on the lookout like a hawk, I needed to prepare for my vengeance.

I grabbed some pajamas and headed to the bathroom for a hot shower. Tate was walking back up the steps as I exited her room, eating what looked like a peach; he noticed immediately as he licked the juice off his lips. As much as I wanted to snatch him, playing it cool until everything was ready for action was the first step. Without speaking to him, I strutted toward the bathroom. It was what he deserved. His eyes never left me until I shut the bathroom door in his face. Too bad, I would've let him join hadn't he been such a dick.

If I needed a depiction of how Tate would react when he saw me, how Jenny's mouth dropped as I re-entered her bedroom was enough. I didn't blame her. Arrogance was a necessity as the thin silk tank top was tight on my chest, pushing my boobs up to catch the eye. The matching shorts were no help either, gripping my hips and enhancing the shape of every curve.

"Jesus fuck, Y/n. You look hot. I thought we were watching movies, not sneaking out," she complimented.

"We're not sneaking out. I just grabbed something at random. You know I keep most of the clothes my parents hate here," I reminded.

"Yeah, and I can understand why, finally. Are you ready for the movie," she asked.

Her father had gotten her one of those new box television sets with the built-in VCR as a peace offering for not killing Constance yet. We'd planned on watching Labyrinth in her room because who doesn't want to see David Bowie in their room, even if it's only on TV?

"Hell yeah, but we can't watch a movie without snacks. It's movie etiquette. So, I'll go grab some right quick," I responded.

"Hurry back," she declared.

While she set up the movie, I headed down the hallway. Tate's door was closed, but I could still hear him singing inside. I knocked on the door to get his attention before making a beeline for the stairs. He peered from the doorframe and looked around until he saw me heading down the steps.

"What do you want- fuck," he swore.

Immediately, he exited his room and followed like a lion hunting down a gazelle.

"I get you're trying to get payback, but this is just foul," he insisted.

Step one was starting to get tough as he pulled my body against his. His firm hands gripped my hips until he slowly began to rub them up and down my thighs. My knees weakened at the feeling of his hands caressing me while he towered behind me. I almost gave in as his lips pressed against my neck. Fireworks exploded inside me, but letting him have his way was not an option, no matter how much I wanted to continue. Determination saved my ass as I remembered how he left me high and dry earlier. The look on his face as I moved away from him was one I wished to turn around and see, but I refused to look at him as I made my way into the kitchen.

"Oh, so it's like that. Let me guess, you're still mad," he chuckled.

I popped popcorn as he continued speaking to himself because I would not respond. Some may say the silent treatment was immature, but so was what he had done. Teasing me, now that's foul and immature. And with immaturity followed discipline, so he needed to learn his lesson. Tate stood beside me and tapped the counter. He was worked up and needed release. Too bad our egos were a common denominator between us, and now, so was our lust.

"What do I have to do, huh? Do you want me to beg because that's not happening," he stated.

Like Sylvester and Tweety Bird, he followed me around the room while I grabbed the rest of the snacks. Stopping was suddenly no longer on his to-do list, and personal space was unnecessary to him. He had turned into a fiend. It was like a cat who just experienced catnip for the first time. Tate couldn't keep his paws off me. He made it worse for himself. Kicking a man when he's already down was a foul move, but it was like he was asking for it. Purposely brushing my ass against his crotch as I backed up against him, his hard-on could be felt through the fabric.

"I knew you couldn't resist," he declared.

He was right where I wanted him as I turned to face him, guiding my hands down to his crotch. Tate bit his lip as he watched me stroke his dick through his pajama pants. His face flushed as he tried to keep in a groan. We stared into each other's eyes as he surrendered underneath my touch. As much as I wanted to strip his pants down and take him right there, we were only in step two of my scheme.

"Come on. Let's finish what we started," He whispered.

"Alright. Just let me take all this stuff upstairs first so Jenny won't get curious," I responded.

Tate excitedly nodded while I released my grip on him; he watched as I grabbed the food and headed toward the entrance. Stopping on my way out, I turned to look at him.

"I'll be right back. Can you wait for me," I teased.

"I'm not going anywhere," he assured.

Disappearing from his lust-filled gaze, I headed back to Jenny's room with the snacks. Little did he know I was not coming back anytime soon. He had messed with the wrong girl, and leaving him downstairs with blue balls wasn't even the last step. It was only Friday. He had a complete weekend of torment on the way. Welcome to the family, Jenny's new step-brother.