multi-fandom smut/imagines (I take requests)

𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 - 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕥

requested by @simplychalamet aka Anislee, aka me mum

Ever since her mom remarried, 16 year old Anislee hasn't been able to stop the feelings that are building for her hot 17 year old stepbrother Timothee. 

|"ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴅᴏʀᴋ"|

(Anislee's POV)

For two years I have been having feelings for my stepbrother Timothee. That soft, curly brown hair, those hypnotizing green eyes, that strong chiseled jawline, his beautiful pink, thick, lips. Fuck, he makes me weak. I want him, but I don't know how to get to him. 

I have countless wet dreams of him, use the thought of him to stimulate my pleasure most of the time. He is at football practice right now, oblivious to the fact that I have a raging urge to have him. 

I'm sitting in my room when a wave of want rushes over me. I am about to get my vibrator from my closet when I get an idea. I walk around the house to make sure everyone's gone, lil sis at her friend's, mom and dad at a hotel having a romantic night out, big bro coming home in fifteen. 

Once I make sure the coast is clear, I go to my room and change into a red lace bra with matching panties. I brush my hair out and put on some mascara and a thin layer of red lip gloss. I walk over to Timothee's room and search his closet until I find his backup football jersey.

I slide the way oversized jersey on over my slender body and tie my hair up in a high ponytail. Once I'm done I get on his bed, sitting up a bit, my legs crossed, the jersey covering my thighs. I grab my phone and begin scrolling Instagram, knowing he will be home in about five minutes. 

I'm scrolling through his Instagram when I hear the front door open downstairs. "Guy's I'm home!" he yells, not knowing nobody's home but him and me. I hear his footsteps track across the kitchen and trail up the stairs. 

As I hear him walk down the hall I set my phone on his nightstand. His footsteps get closer, my heart races faster, then the footsteps stop and the doorknob turns. The moment he steps into the room he sees me "Anislee, this is my room." I look up at him "I know" I say with a tone in my voice. 

He rolls his eyes "Give me my shirt and get the hell out, I need to shower." he says sounding frustrated. I bite my lip at him "make me" I say with a smirk. He raises an eyebrow "excuse me?" I smirk harder. "I said" I bite my lip "make me"

He looks me dead in the eyes and bites his lip. Rolling his eyes, he slams the door making me jump a bit.  

(Timmy's POV)

I walk in the door from football practice "Guy's I'm home!" I yell out, no reply. I walk into the kitchen and up the stairs. As I walk down the hall I hear some noise from my room but I assume the cat's just stuck in there. I reach my room and open the door.

The door swings open just to reveal Anislee sitting on my bed, in my jersey, fuck she looks good. I feel myself harden, luckily I'm wearing my football uniform so it's not visible through my pants. "Anislee this is my room" i try not to grunt while talking. 

She looks up at me "I know" fuck, the tone in her voice, if she were mine it would get her punished. I roll my eyes at her while suppressing a groan. This girl is going to be the fucking death of me I swear.

" Give me my shirt and get the hell out, I need to shower" in reality I used the shower thing as an excuse because I needed to take care of my not so little, little problem, and knowing that she will take that shirt off revealing her almost naked body, giving me something to picture in my head. 

My voice is getting breathy. She bites her lip "make me" I feel myself twitch, just to hear her say it again I say "excuse me?" her smirk almost touching her ear she proudly says "I said" she pauses to bite her lip at me "make me". I feel myself twitch again, fuck the things this girl does to me.