2/3, sorry i forgot to mention it'll be 3 parts _______________________________
“Were you listening to me?” he hisses. This is Craig’s worst nightmare.
“No,” he replies, indignant, even though he very much had been listening.
“What—augh, Craig!” Tweek screeches. “What fucking right do you have to listen to me have sex? Why wouldn’t you just leave, or—or put on headphones or something?”
Why hadn’t he put on headphones or something? “I was sitting in my fucking room, where I live. Not my fault I’m the only normal one around here. Not like I’m making all of you have loud disgusting sex every day!” he shouts back.
“Oh, disgusting—you found it disgusting?” Tweek scoffs derisively. “I see the way you look at me—you think, grargh, you think I don’t see the way you look at me?!” He’s getting louder as he delivers his judgments. There’s nobody around to hear them—nobody except for Craig—but still he wants Tweek to shut up, needs him to. Of course he would’ve noticed the way Craig was looking at him the other day. Stupid fucking weed making him act gay. But who wouldn’t have the decency to at least pretend they hadn’t noticed? “You’re not fooling anybody, Craig, least of all me. I know what you are.”
As Tweek sneers at him, Craig is frozen where he stands, heart racing and blood pounding in his head. Even though Tweek is the one who’s shirtless with sex hair, Craig feels so naked. I know what you are—what the hell does that mean? Beyond the insinuations about his sexuality, what does Tweek see? He can’t stand being made to feel this way.
After a few moments, Tweek snorts at his lack of a comeback, turns on his heel, and opens his bedroom door. Something in Craig snaps and he lunges after him, grabbing him by the shoulder and knocking them both to the ground. He grabs him by his stupid sex hair and growls in his ear, “Shut the fuck up—you don’t know anything about me!”
Tweek laughs and elbows him hard in the throat. “What’s to fucking know? Hngh, get off of me!”
Craig coughs from the impact on his windpipe, but still manages to pin him down with his legs. Tweek seems to be panicking a little, body quaking and breaths coming shallow, like maybe he’s claustrophobic. Good. But then he starts pushing his ass back against Craig’s groin and laughing manically. “Is this what you want, Craig? Mmm—like this, stepbrother?”
“Don’t fucking—stop fucking talking to me like that! What’s wrong with you?” Craig grips his hair tighter and smashes his face into the floor. There’s an audible crack but he can’t stop. Tweek doesn’t stop grinding back against him even as he yelps in pain, the sounds muffled by the carpet.
Craig pulls his legs up off of him, unpins him for a second because he’s going to get fully hard in a second if Tweek keeps this up. Tweek scrambles out from under him panting and flips over onto his back, in a sort of crab-like defensive stance. Blood is dripping down his face and there’s a big splotch on the carpet. Craig feels like a monster but, like with the jacking off, once he’s started, it’s hard to stop. He pounces on Tweek and pins him down on his back now.
Their thighs are pressed together and Tweek shrieks and struggles like he really doesn’t want to be pinned in this position. He pushes up on Craig’s shoulders and, when that doesn’t work, his hips and it’s then that Craig notices.
“You’re hard?” It comes out much harsher than Craig intended. He just hadn’t expected Tweek would be attracted to him. His teasing seemed more like mockery. But when Tweek flushes bright red at that, he feels a jolt in his gut.
“N-no!” Tweek whines, but Craig is already touching his hard cock through his thin pajama bottoms. He can’t believe it’s real, that any of this is.
“You’re fucking hard,” he says, playing up the mocking tone that made Tweek blush like that.
“Craig, wait!”
“But you want this. You want me to fuck you, you sick fuck.” He’s never had this much control over Tweek. He feels drunk on it, almost. Is this how Tweek feels, toying with him? He grows bolder. “Did he come in you? Huh? You fucking—”
“No!” Tweek shrieks, offended. He belongs this way, it suits him, pinned underneath Craig, blood under his nose starting to dry dark crimson.
“Nnh?” he gasps when Craig pulls his pants down to his knees and pushes his knees up to his chest. His entrance is pink and still glistening with lube, and Tweek struggles to keep it clamped shut in this position. He wants to tell him his hole is ruined, but can’t bring himself to say it. It’s not even true but it could be. It could be if Craig has his way.
“You’re gaping open, you fucking slut,” he says instead, affecting a faux-disgusted tone even as his cock aches to plunge into that flinching pink hole. Tweek clenches up and squirms like he’s going to be able to hide how exposed he is right now, but Craig only spreads his cheeks further apart with his palms.
“I just—ergh, Craig! Please!”
“Please what?” Craig hisses, grabbing Tweek roughly by the jaw. Then, a little more gently: “Please what, Tweek?”
“Hng, just—not so rough. I’m, 'm sore,” Tweek mumbles.
“Only ‘cause you asked nice,” Craig murmurs in Tweek’s ear as he leans over to grab the bottle of lube that’s been knocked to the floor by his bedside table. When he pulls down his pants and starts slicking up his dick, he notices Tweek staring at him with his pupils blown wide as dinner plates. He gulps audibly and scrambles to pull his pants off the rest of the way as he stares at Craig.
It gives him the sense he’s supposed to be here doing this—Tweek wants it so bad, and so does he. They’re both hard as hell, Tweek’s relatively daintier cock firmly up against his tummy. Craig pulls his sweatpants off the rest of the way and gets on top of him again.
He doesn’t hesitate to press himself inside. As he pushes past his loosened entrance, Tweek shudders and whimpers beneath him. Even though he’s just been fucked, Tweek still needs to relax for him, and it seems hard for him with the tension of the situation. Craig nudges his thighs open wider as he pumps his cock deeper, Tweek’s spasming muscles parting to accommodate him. He winces and huffs out forced breaths like the stretch is a lot to take.
“I’m bigger than him, huh.” Tweek says nothing, only gasps as Craig fucks his way in deeper in jerky thrusts, then screams when he plunges in balls deep.
“What’s wrong, honey?” He has to hold both wrists in on hand and pin them above Tweek’s head. “Pounded-out slut can’t even take a cock?”
“Hrgnh—” Tweek makes an odd gurgling sound in the back of his throat in response as Craig holds still pressed to the hilt. It feels so good he’s not ready to move. It’s hot and snug all around him and he doesn’t want to start fucking him in earnest yet. He grits his teeth and clenches his stomach to hold back any sound, any sign of weakness. He doesn’t want Tweek to know how much this is affecting him. Tweek must like the cruel things he’s saying because he clenches around him when he calls him a slut.
“Mmm, this is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” he murmurs, saccharine and cloying, as he mockingly places soft slow kisses down Tweek’s neck. “Just a little cocksleeve?”
“Mmmnh,” Tweek whines as he hugs Craig from the inside.
“Is that a yes? Just good for getting fucked,” Craig pauses to suck on Tweek's neck harshly, “and spending daddy’s money?”
“Fuck you!” Tweek screams, clenching down on Craig’s cock, so hard it actually fucking hurts. He’s really fighting him again, flailing his limbs in an attempt to wrest his way free, but it only makes him whine harder because of how deeply lodged Craig is within him. This is a weird development, though. Craig will cede some ground to the brat. “Didn’t like that, huh.”
Tweek is practically growling and his kicking might actually free him, except Craig has the upper hand, shoved all the way to the hilt inside him.
“Alright. Alright, babe. No daddy talk? That’s fine. You’re just a whore.” He starts circling his pelvis, staying inside so deep, pulling needy sounds from his stepbrother with every swivel of his hips.
“Is that it? You’re just my little whore?” Tweek wails an incomprehensible sound and his gaze is unfocused, and Craig needs to know he’s all there, so he slaps his right cheek hard. “You want me to keep fucking you?”
“Yes!” Tweek shrieks desperately, clutching at the red handprint already forming on his anguished face. “I’m—I’m just your whore! Craig, please!” He tries tilting his hips to get Craig’s dick to move in and out of him but Craig’s holding them too tightly. His whole lower half trembles and he bites his lip and cries because he can’t fuck himself on Craig’s cock.
“You like being spread open this wide,” he asks, feeling Tweek shudder and the accompanying spasming around his cock when he noses at Tweek’s hairline, “on your brother’s cock?”
“Yes, augh, yes—”
He takes a ragged breath when Craig promptly pulls out of him a few inches, then screams when he slams back in hard. As Craig begins to set a brutal pace, Tweek gasps and shrieks in time with it, squirming and writhing beneath him. He’s so much louder than he was with Kenny, and Craig loves that, doesn’t want to question why he needs to be better at fucking his stepbrother than some guy he’s never met, but he does, and he is. He needs Tweek to say it too, so he slows again—
“You like it deep? Huh? You ever had it this deep before?”
“No! Never! Ah, I love it! Don’t stop! Rrh, I love your cock, Craig!”
He can feel how on the brink Tweek is; all around him he feels the uncontrollable clench of someone desperately chasing release, and when he looks down, he sees his legs quivering all over and pre-cum streaming steadily from the head of his cock. Seeing him in this state, Craig suddenly wants to kiss him and lick him all over, be tender and sweet with him, but that’s not how they began this and he doesn’t want to impose his gross feelings on him like that. This is punishment sex or something. He’ll just finish him off and then go deal with his shit on his own.
He thrusts hard and fast again, and feels the sting of Tweek’s fingernails scraping at his ass but it only spurs him on more. Tweek pleads without words, only sounds and his beseeching gaze. Craig wants to know the taste of his mouth, wants to feel his pert, ringed nipples between his lips, even wants to lick his dripping cock clean. This is all happening so fast—he’s never kissed another man and now he’s balls deep in his new stepbrother he thought he couldn’t stand, staring at his face as it crumples in agony. There’s something so frustrating about him, but God, he’s so good and obedient when Craig has him like this.
On autopilot, Craig leans forward until he’s hovering over Tweek’s mouth. Tweek’s lips part and he looks up into Craig’s eyes, tears adorning his long pale lashes like morning dew. He’s so oddly beautiful, and now that Craig’s inside him he can acknowledge he’s probably felt that way since they met. It must be why he finds Tweek so difficult. He’s wanted to conquer and silence him, only now that he has, it’s not like he thought it would be. There’s no relief at getting the brat off his back; only the pursuit to possess him even more, to penetrate even deeper.
He bends down til he can feel Tweek’s hot breath puffing on his lips, and presses his lips to Tweek’s before he can stop himself. It’s just a second, just a little tease, and when he pulls up, Tweek sobs out, “Cr-raig.” There’s something so desperate and sad in the look on Tweek’s face when Craig looks down. It makes him want to give Tweek everything but he doesn’t know how.
Instead he pumps his hips faster, harder. This isn’t punishment sex. He doesn’t know what this is. He’s brutal so he doesn’t have to be tender but he can’t imagine Tweek would want his tenderness. Craig encircles his shoulders with his arms, hanging on tight. Tweek’s cock is pressed between their stomachs and he opts to grind against him, inside him, reaching under him to prop his ass up so he can hit as deeply as possible. At this angle, with Tweek’s legs spread wide open and his arms wrapped around Craig back, he seems to be hitting it just right because his cries stretch into one continuous keening sound. He’s never felt so in control or so out of his mind in his life.
Having heard him come from the other room is nothing like experiencing it firsthand. The second Tweek starts clamping around the length of Craig inside, hips involuntarily jerking away and tears streaming down his face as he groans and cries, Craig starts coming too. Tweek’s milking him dry and it’s all he can do to continue fucking him through it. By the end he’s lost control of all his senses and when he finally stops coming inside his stepbrother, he’s snapped out of it by the feeling of Tweek clawing at his hips, the sounds of his sharp cries.
No longer gripped by the desire to make Tweek small and subordinate beneath him, Craig promptly withdraws, and finds it’s too late. Tweek is absolutely wrecked, sobbing and shaking, his ass gaped wide open, the muscles fucked totally slack, and Craig’s cum oozing out of him and puddling on the rug beneath him. He’s relieved there’s no blood, but there’s plenty dried on his face from what Craig did to his nose, and suddenly he can’t look at him anymore, look at what he’s done to him.
He probably looks very stupid grabbing his clothes and booking it out of there bare-assed, but he can’t be in there another moment longer. Pressing his back against his bedroom door once he’s inside, Craig drops his clothes. He can hear Tweek crying in his room and he puts his hand on his dick and feels it stirring again. What the hell is wrong with him?
He opts to shower rather than contend with any of these fucked-up feelings. When he gets out, Tweek is still crying and Craig listens to it guiltily ‘til it dies down, maybe an hour later. Then he stares at the ceiling and tries his very best to think about nothing at all.
Re: Craig/Tweek incest, hate fucking
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“Were you listening to me?” he hisses. This is Craig’s worst nightmare.
“No,” he replies, indignant, even though he very much had been listening.
“What—augh, Craig!” Tweek screeches. “What fucking right do you have to listen to me have sex? Why wouldn’t you just leave, or—or put on headphones or something?”
Why hadn’t he put on headphones or something? “I was sitting in my fucking room, where I live. Not my fault I’m the only normal one around here. Not like I’m making all of you have loud disgusting sex every day!” he shouts back.
“Oh, disgusting—you found it disgusting?” Tweek scoffs derisively. “I see the way you look at me—you think, grargh, you think I don’t see the way you look at me?!” He’s getting louder as he delivers his judgments. There’s nobody around to hear them—nobody except for Craig—but still he wants Tweek to shut up, needs him to. Of course he would’ve noticed the way Craig was looking at him the other day. Stupid fucking weed making him act gay. But who wouldn’t have the decency to at least pretend they hadn’t noticed? “You’re not fooling anybody, Craig, least of all me. I know what you are.”
As Tweek sneers at him, Craig is frozen where he stands, heart racing and blood pounding in his head. Even though Tweek is the one who’s shirtless with sex hair, Craig feels so naked. I know what you are—what the hell does that mean? Beyond the insinuations about his sexuality, what does Tweek see? He can’t stand being made to feel this way.
After a few moments, Tweek snorts at his lack of a comeback, turns on his heel, and opens his bedroom door. Something in Craig snaps and he lunges after him, grabbing him by the shoulder and knocking them both to the ground. He grabs him by his stupid sex hair and growls in his ear, “Shut the fuck up—you don’t know anything about me!”
Tweek laughs and elbows him hard in the throat. “What’s to fucking know? Hngh, get off of me!”
Craig coughs from the impact on his windpipe, but still manages to pin him down with his legs. Tweek seems to be panicking a little, body quaking and breaths coming shallow, like maybe he’s claustrophobic. Good.
But then he starts pushing his ass back against Craig’s groin and laughing manically. “Is this what you want, Craig? Mmm—like this, stepbrother?”
“Don’t fucking—stop fucking talking to me like that! What’s wrong with you?” Craig grips his hair tighter and smashes his face into the floor. There’s an audible crack but he can’t stop. Tweek doesn’t stop grinding back against him even as he yelps in pain, the sounds muffled by the carpet.
Craig pulls his legs up off of him, unpins him for a second because he’s going to get fully hard in a second if Tweek keeps this up. Tweek scrambles out from under him panting and flips over onto his back, in a sort of crab-like defensive stance. Blood is dripping down his face and there’s a big splotch on the carpet. Craig feels like a monster but, like with the jacking off, once he’s started, it’s hard to stop. He pounces on Tweek and pins him down on his back now.
Their thighs are pressed together and Tweek shrieks and struggles like he really doesn’t want to be pinned in this position. He pushes up on Craig’s shoulders and, when that doesn’t work, his hips and it’s then that Craig notices.
“You’re hard?” It comes out much harsher than Craig intended. He just hadn’t expected Tweek would be attracted to him. His teasing seemed more like mockery. But when Tweek flushes bright red at that, he feels a jolt in his gut.
“N-no!” Tweek whines, but Craig is already touching his hard cock through his thin pajama bottoms. He can’t believe it’s real, that any of this is.
“You’re fucking hard,” he says, playing up the mocking tone that made Tweek blush like that.
“Craig, wait!”
“But you want this. You want me to fuck you, you sick fuck.” He’s never had this much control over Tweek. He feels drunk on it, almost. Is this how Tweek feels, toying with him? He grows bolder. “Did he come in you? Huh? You fucking—”
“No!” Tweek shrieks, offended. He belongs this way, it suits him, pinned underneath Craig, blood under his nose starting to dry dark crimson.
“Nnh?” he gasps when Craig pulls his pants down to his knees and pushes his knees up to his chest. His entrance is pink and still glistening with lube, and Tweek struggles to keep it clamped shut in this position. He wants to tell him his hole is ruined, but can’t bring himself to say it. It’s not even true but it could be. It could be if Craig has his way.
“You’re gaping open, you fucking slut,” he says instead, affecting a faux-disgusted tone even as his cock aches to plunge into that flinching pink hole. Tweek clenches up and squirms like he’s going to be able to hide how exposed he is right now, but Craig only spreads his cheeks further apart with his palms.
“I just—ergh, Craig! Please!”
“Please what?” Craig hisses, grabbing Tweek roughly by the jaw. Then, a little more gently: “Please what, Tweek?”
“Hng, just—not so rough. I’m, 'm sore,” Tweek mumbles.
“Only ‘cause you asked nice,” Craig murmurs in Tweek’s ear as he leans over to grab the bottle of lube that’s been knocked to the floor by his bedside table. When he pulls down his pants and starts slicking up his dick, he notices Tweek staring at him with his pupils blown wide as dinner plates. He gulps audibly and scrambles to pull his pants off the rest of the way as he stares at Craig.
It gives him the sense he’s supposed to be here doing this—Tweek wants it so bad, and so does he. They’re both hard as hell, Tweek’s relatively daintier cock firmly up against his tummy. Craig pulls his sweatpants off the rest of the way and gets on top of him again.
He doesn’t hesitate to press himself inside. As he pushes past his loosened entrance, Tweek shudders and whimpers beneath him. Even though he’s just been fucked, Tweek still needs to relax for him, and it seems hard for him with the tension of the situation. Craig nudges his thighs open wider as he pumps his cock deeper, Tweek’s spasming muscles parting to accommodate him. He winces and huffs out forced breaths like the stretch is a lot to take.
“I’m bigger than him, huh.” Tweek says nothing, only gasps as Craig fucks his way in deeper in jerky thrusts, then screams when he plunges in balls deep.
“What’s wrong, honey?” He has to hold both wrists in on hand and pin them above Tweek’s head. “Pounded-out slut can’t even take a cock?”
“Hrgnh—” Tweek makes an odd gurgling sound in the back of his throat in response as Craig holds still pressed to the hilt. It feels so good he’s not ready to move. It’s hot and snug all around him and he doesn’t want to start fucking him in earnest yet. He grits his teeth and clenches his stomach to hold back any sound, any sign of weakness. He doesn’t want Tweek to know how much this is affecting him. Tweek must like the cruel things he’s saying because he clenches around him when he calls him a slut.
“Mmm, this is all you’re good for, isn’t it?” he murmurs, saccharine and cloying, as he mockingly places soft slow kisses down Tweek’s neck. “Just a little cocksleeve?”
“Mmmnh,” Tweek whines as he hugs Craig from the inside.
“Is that a yes? Just good for getting fucked,” Craig pauses to suck on Tweek's neck harshly, “and spending daddy’s money?”
“Fuck you!” Tweek screams, clenching down on Craig’s cock, so hard it actually fucking hurts. He’s really fighting him again, flailing his limbs in an attempt to wrest his way free, but it only makes him whine harder because of how deeply lodged Craig is within him. This is a weird development, though. Craig will cede some ground to the brat.
“Didn’t like that, huh.”
Tweek is practically growling and his kicking might actually free him, except Craig has the upper hand, shoved all the way to the hilt inside him.
“Alright. Alright, babe. No daddy talk? That’s fine. You’re just a whore.” He starts circling his pelvis, staying inside so deep, pulling needy sounds from his stepbrother with every swivel of his hips.
“Is that it? You’re just my little whore?” Tweek wails an incomprehensible sound and his gaze is unfocused, and Craig needs to know he’s all there, so he slaps his right cheek hard. “You want me to keep fucking you?”
“Yes!” Tweek shrieks desperately, clutching at the red handprint already forming on his anguished face. “I’m—I’m just your whore! Craig, please!” He tries tilting his hips to get Craig’s dick to move in and out of him but Craig’s holding them too tightly. His whole lower half trembles and he bites his lip and cries because he can’t fuck himself on Craig’s cock.
“You like being spread open this wide,” he asks, feeling Tweek shudder and the accompanying spasming around his cock when he noses at Tweek’s hairline, “on your brother’s cock?”
“Yes, augh, yes—”
He takes a ragged breath when Craig promptly pulls out of him a few inches, then screams when he slams back in hard. As Craig begins to set a brutal pace, Tweek gasps and shrieks in time with it, squirming and writhing beneath him. He’s so much louder than he was with Kenny, and Craig loves that, doesn’t want to question why he needs to be better at fucking his stepbrother than some guy he’s never met, but he does, and he is. He needs Tweek to say it too, so he slows again—
“You like it deep? Huh? You ever had it this deep before?”
“No! Never! Ah, I love it! Don’t stop! Rrh, I love your cock, Craig!”
He can feel how on the brink Tweek is; all around him he feels the uncontrollable clench of someone desperately chasing release, and when he looks down, he sees his legs quivering all over and pre-cum streaming steadily from the head of his cock. Seeing him in this state, Craig suddenly wants to kiss him and lick him all over, be tender and sweet with him, but that’s not how they began this and he doesn’t want to impose his gross feelings on him like that. This is punishment sex or something. He’ll just finish him off and then go deal with his shit on his own.
He thrusts hard and fast again, and feels the sting of Tweek’s fingernails scraping at his ass but it only spurs him on more. Tweek pleads without words, only sounds and his beseeching gaze. Craig wants to know the taste of his mouth, wants to feel his pert, ringed nipples between his lips, even wants to lick his dripping cock clean. This is all happening so fast—he’s never kissed another man and now he’s balls deep in his new stepbrother he thought he couldn’t stand, staring at his face as it crumples in agony. There’s something so frustrating about him, but God, he’s so good and obedient when Craig has him like this.
On autopilot, Craig leans forward until he’s hovering over Tweek’s mouth. Tweek’s lips part and he looks up into Craig’s eyes, tears adorning his long pale lashes like morning dew. He’s so oddly beautiful, and now that Craig’s inside him he can acknowledge he’s probably felt that way since they met. It must be why he finds Tweek so difficult. He’s wanted to conquer and silence him, only now that he has, it’s not like he thought it would be. There’s no relief at getting the brat off his back; only the pursuit to possess him even more, to penetrate even deeper.
He bends down til he can feel Tweek’s hot breath puffing on his lips, and presses his lips to Tweek’s before he can stop himself. It’s just a second, just a little tease, and when he pulls up, Tweek sobs out, “Cr-raig.” There’s something so desperate and sad in the look on Tweek’s face when Craig looks down. It makes him want to give Tweek everything but he doesn’t know how.
Instead he pumps his hips faster, harder. This isn’t punishment sex. He doesn’t know what this is. He’s brutal so he doesn’t have to be tender but he can’t imagine Tweek would want his tenderness. Craig encircles his shoulders with his arms, hanging on tight. Tweek’s cock is pressed between their stomachs and he opts to grind against him, inside him, reaching under him to prop his ass up so he can hit as deeply as possible. At this angle, with Tweek’s legs spread wide open and his arms wrapped around Craig back, he seems to be hitting it just right because his cries stretch into one continuous keening sound. He’s never felt so in control or so out of his mind in his life.
Having heard him come from the other room is nothing like experiencing it firsthand. The second Tweek starts clamping around the length of Craig inside, hips involuntarily jerking away and tears streaming down his face as he groans and cries, Craig starts coming too. Tweek’s milking him dry and it’s all he can do to continue fucking him through it. By the end he’s lost control of all his senses and when he finally stops coming inside his stepbrother, he’s snapped out of it by the feeling of Tweek clawing at his hips, the sounds of his sharp cries.
No longer gripped by the desire to make Tweek small and subordinate beneath him, Craig promptly withdraws, and finds it’s too late. Tweek is absolutely wrecked, sobbing and shaking, his ass gaped wide open, the muscles fucked totally slack, and Craig’s cum oozing out of him and puddling on the rug beneath him. He’s relieved there’s no blood, but there’s plenty dried on his face from what Craig did to his nose, and suddenly he can’t look at him anymore, look at what he’s done to him.
He probably looks very stupid grabbing his clothes and booking it out of there bare-assed, but he can’t be in there another moment longer. Pressing his back against his bedroom door once he’s inside, Craig drops his clothes. He can hear Tweek crying in his room and he puts his hand on his dick and feels it stirring again. What the hell is wrong with him?
He opts to shower rather than contend with any of these fucked-up feelings. When he gets out, Tweek is still crying and Craig listens to it guiltily ‘til it dies down, maybe an hour later. Then he stares at the ceiling and tries his very best to think about nothing at all.