Dsmp x reader smut

He's Heartless

Credit to orphan_account

Warning r@p3 please skip this if you're uncomfortable with this :[

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I walk up to the front porch of Vee's house.
It has been a while since I've seen her; ever since we started going to separate high schools we haven't talked much, and I miss hanging out with her.
Which is why I'm planning to give her a surprise visit, and give her a basket of my lemon tarts knowing how much she loves my tarts. I raise an arm to ring the doorbell whilst my other holds the basket of baked goodies.
It takes a few heartbeats before the door swings open and I'm met with a guy that looks around my age. He has the same wavy dark hair as Vee's, though not as curly, and the same striking brown eyes.
He stares at me with a questioning look, arm resting on the door, and I speak up.
"You're Vee's older brother, right?"
I've seen him around the house a couple of times before whenever I hung out at Vee's. I think his name is Wilbur? He never says much when he sees us. Most of the time he's either in his room or in the kitchen banging around.
Wilbur nods.
"You looking for her?"
"Yes. Is she home?"
Wilbur's eyes travel down to the basket of lemon tarts I'm holding, then up my body again, his gaze feeling almost predatory. It lingers long enough on my chest and upper legs area that I start to feel a little uneasy.
"No. She's out running errands." Wilbur finally replies, his tone quiet.
"Oh." my shoulders sag a little in disappointment. I feel him staring hard at me and my stomach does another twist. The atmosphere has long turned strange and uncomfortable.
"Well. I'll just drop this off and go. Could you please tell her these are from me? And to call me when she's back home?" my words tumble out of my mouth in a rush. Wilbur nods mutely and steps aside to let me into the house.
My palms feel sweaty and my heart is racing as I walk past him the doorway and head over to the kitchen table. Something isn't right. I hear the door quietly click shut behind me, and I'm trembling as I set the basket of lemon tarts on the smooth marble surface.
Suddenly something cold and thin is pressing into the side of my neck and a chill runs down my spine. My eyes flit down just enough to see the familiar red handle and the symbol of a swiss army knife, with the smooth wicked metal right against my skin.
"Don't you dare try to fight me," Wilbur warns. From the distance of his voice and the way I can feel his breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck, I can tell he's right behind me. His voice is quieter and colder than ever.
A hand, warm and calloused, slips up my shirt and roughly runs over my bare skin around my stomach and back. Automatically I'm shivering and squirming at his touch and a soft whimper escapes from the back of my throat. I can feel his breath, heavy and warm against the back of my neck, spreading goosebumps across it. Fear grips at me as I realize what's about to happen to me.
"Please..." I whisper weakly, trying my best to shy away from his touch but he just grips the soft flesh around the side of my stomach tighter.
A noise escapes from the back of my throat when Wilbur cups his hand over my breast, roughly squeezing. I'm squirming against him and he applies pressure on the pocket knife against my neck.
"Stop." he snarls. I wince as I feel the blade cutting into my skin. "So here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna rape the fuck out of you and you're gonna take it like a good little slut. You hear me?"
I'm trying to hold back tears as he slides his hand into my bra and pinches at my bud. I can feel arousal stirring in the pit of my stomach against my will and reflexively I'm moaning in reaction, my knees buckling under me.
Wilbur seems satisfied with this, because his hand pulls back. He grabs my head and forces me to bend over the table, my hands flying out and gripping onto the edge of it to steady myself.
Knowing that I'm too scared to do anything now, the pocket knife leaves my neck and instead he wraps his hands around my throat and experimentally squeezes it. I choke out a soft "please" as i feel heat rising to my face and he just laughs, void of any emotion.
A finger slips into the waistband of my pants and underwear and pulls it down to around my ankles. He presses two fingers onto my cunt, dead-on to my clit. The arousal stirring in the pit of my stomach grows in response.
I let out a cry as I try to squirm away from his touch, and a hand comes down on my ass. The area where his hand had came into contact with the skin stings and I whine at the feeling.
"Stop that. Bad slut." he snaps."Holy shit, you're so fucking wet for me. Why didn't you tell me you're a whore? I'd have raped you earlier." a finger presses onto and traces circles around my clit, stopping at times to collect the slick around my entrance before sliding back up to massage it with the newfound lube.
A finger prods at my entrance and I cry out in alarm.
"Wait...you're not a virgin are you?" Wilbur asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.
My face burns and I bury my face in my hands, barely holding back tears of humiliation.
"I've never..." I mumble into my arms. To think that my virginity is about to be forcefully taken away from me.
I hear him smirk at this. He grabs me by the waist and spins me around, forcing me onto the table whilst facing him. I yelp as he grabs my knees and forces it apart, spreading my legs to him, exposing myself to him. His eyes hungrily roam all over my body a predatory glint in his eyes, and I'm sat there forced to watch him slowly violate me like this.
His hand reaches out to pull my shirt up and flip my bra over. I shiver as my tits come into contact with the cool air and look away, face burning. How dirty this all feels.
"Look at me."
A hand comes down on my clit and a moan rips out of my throat, my back arching off the table. I turn back reluctantly, tears in my eyes from how forbiddenly good that had felt. Two fingers find their way back to my entrance, whilst the other hand rests on my inner thigh, keeping my legs spread wide open for him in place.
His eyes never leave mine as his fingers slide into my wet heat. Moans fall out of my lips as I wrap my arms around his shoulders, desperately trying to cling onto something to keep me from losing myself from the pleasure. He reaches deep inside of me, and then his fingers curl, hitting something that sends my back arching and eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"Wilbur!" I scream, nails digging into his back. "Please--!" my head whirls in confusion, for this shouldn't be feeling that good, but I can barely think straight when Wilbur is fingering me open like this--
His mouth falls open in a smirk, eyes shining with triumph.
"You like that, slut? You like getting fingered by your best friend's brother?" he doesn't give me a chance to respond though, because his fingers thrusts up at my G spot particularly harshly and I'm reduced to a moaning mess. His other hand reaches out to thumb at my clit whilst the other continues thrusting up at my G spot rolling quick small "O"s onto it that sends me crying and begging for him. He leans forward, forcing me into a kiss. I try to not think too much of it, the fact that his hands are all over my body as his mouth is on mine and I can taste him. I whine against his lips as his tongue fights mine.
Wilbur finally pulls out and I slump against him, my breathing laboured and uneven. He brings his fingers, wet from my slick, up to my lips.
Reluctantly I part them for him, and he slips them in. I flatten my tongue out against his fingers, tasting myself on them. The salty taste melts against my tongue and suddenly I'm hungry for more. He thrusts his fingers in and out of my mouth, his eyes trained on the way I take them. He brings his fingers into my mouth so deep that I'm gagging and his knuckles are resting on my lips. I look up at him pleadingly, my hands desperately clawing at his back.
Wilbur's eyes are lidded and his mouth is slightly parted as he watches me, as if he's in some sort of trance. He pulls his fingers off and sets them in front of me once again.
"Lick them, whore."
My lips part and my tongue slips out. I kitten lick his fingers, bringing my tongue up his digits.
"Fuck." Wilbur lets out a deep breath. He grabs my hand by the wrist and presses it against his crotch. I can feel his boner, desperately straining against his pants.
"You did this to me, you know? This is all your fault that I'm doing this to you." he snarls, as he slides off his pants and boxers.
It's throbbing, precum beading at the soft pink tip and veins running across his length.
He sits down on the couch and pulls me onto his lap, facing him.
I moan as my clit grinds onto his cock, squirming in his lap. He rests his hands onto the sides of my hips and grabs onto me, fingers digging slightly into the soft flesh. With his hands on my hips he forcefully lifts and guides my body so that I'm positioned right over his cock.
I'm squirming harder than ever, panic seizing at me.
"I-I don't wanna get pregnant," I cry out. "Please..."
"Shut the fuck up." he snaps.
He slams his hips upwards and his length slides into me.
"I'm gonna breed you full of my cum anyways."
An embarrassingly loud moan slips out of my throat as I feel him stretching my insides and sliding into me, messing me up, fogging my mind up with so much pleasure I can barely think straight. My eyes roll to the back of my head when his length brushes up against my G spot. I bury my head in the crook of his neck to stifle my moans as he thrusts up and into me, my body feeling like putty.
"Look at me when I'm fucking you senseless. Fucking whore." Wilbur sneers, as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back so that I'm face to face with him again. Yet I'm struggling to follow even the simplest of instructions; with my eyes rolling up to the back of my head so hard and the brain fog. He's panting softly from the force of having to hold me while he's fucking up into me as sweat rolls down his face.
And then he's shoving me down onto the couch and climbing on top of me, grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head. He has this wild look in his eyes as he dives back down and pulls me into a forceful kiss, tongue and teeth and all, as he slides back into me. My hands fly out and my palms press against his bare chest as I let out yet another pornographic-worthy moan whilst throwing my head back.
"You're liking this, aren't you? You're actually enjoying getting off to being raped by your best friend's brother?" Wilbur leers between snaps of his hips.
My face burns with humiliation at his words and I fervently shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes from how forcefully and spot on he's hitting onto my G spot.
"Really?" He stretches an arm out and rests his hand on my cheek, his thumb stroking it in an almost soothing way, his tone disbelieving. "Then why are you moaning like some cheap slut on my cock? Then why are you dripping wet around your little cunt? Answer me, bitch."
He grabs my leg and lifts it so that it's resting on his shoulder, angling himself so that he's able to fuck harder into me. He starts picking up his pace, pounding into my wet heat harder and faster than ever.
The way he's slamming directly into my G spot, the way he's manhandling me, the way he's staring at me...
A pressure, tantalisingly warm and sweet, starts building in the pit of my stomach. I grip onto Wilbur, moaning at the feeling of the delicious pressure, and he senses that I'm close.
"Really? You're going to come from getting raped?" he sneers in between harsh thrusts.
"Please..." I whine, not sure what I'm even begging for.
The pressure builds and tips, and I come crying and shaking. After a few more snaps of his hips, he cums in me, filling my insides with the warm liquid. He pulls out, his breathing laboured.
"Fucking whore."