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synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.
warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.
word count. 4k.
author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!
it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.
it's the perfect moment.
rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.
you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.
rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.
what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.
and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.
well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...
you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.
somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.
the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.
how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.
before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.
how are you supposed to know which one to pick?
you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.
"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.
well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.
you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.
"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."
"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.
the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.
"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.
you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.
"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."
"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.
if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.
honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.
"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.
it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.
"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.
there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.
"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"
he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.
"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.
"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"
your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."
"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."
to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?
"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.
"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."
only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.
god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.
"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.
he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.
he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.
your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.
he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."
"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.
the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.
the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.
"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."
"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.
your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.
you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.
as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.
you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.
rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.
he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.
his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.
"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.
rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.
"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."
his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.
your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.
rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."
you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.
"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"
rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.
"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.
your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.
taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.
"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.
you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.
he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.
he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"
you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.
"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.
withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.
rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.
after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.
"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.
you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.
rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.
"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.
heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.
and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.
when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.
"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.
you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.
"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"
"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.
"such a good girl," he praises.
at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.
he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.
suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?
he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.
"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."
you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?
it's just the tip.
"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.
rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.
"rafe," you whimper.
rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.
he can't fucking take this anymore.
with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.
"jesus, fuck." he grunts.
your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.
"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."
your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.
you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.
this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.
you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.
"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"
you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.
after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.
hihi! thank you all for so much love and support, it baffles me that anybody is interested in the stuff i write, and is willing to stick around for more. so grateful i get to share my writings so vulnerably and i can have others enjoy my creations. thank you from the bottom of my heart, i appreciate every single one of you! <3
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rafe fucking his cum back into you.
rafe & his gamer girlfriend.
his fav position so he can watch your tits bounce & where you both connect.
there’s nothing he loves more than making you a squirming mess.
poor guy couldn't even make it home before pouncing on you. :(
throat training his favourite girl. <3
the kinds of videos in his phone.
BSF!RAFE
eating you out & making you squirm after he accidentally yells at you.
clinging to anything for stability while rafe fucks you, and it just happens to be the teddy bear your ex-boyfriend gifted!
it's not wrong if he doesn't stick it in, right?
FRAT!RAFE
shoving your face against the mattress of his grungy dorm room.
quickie in his truck (the snapback stays on during sex).
STEPBRO!RAFE
rafe loves playing with your pussy almost as much as he loves actual sex.
testing the waters with his sweet little stepsis.
absolutely adores that tiny excuse of a skirt, gives him easy access. continued.
trying to keep you quiet while your family's home + size kink.
helping each other get off.
cumming against your clothed, soaking slit.
he catches you fucking yourself, so he'll met you halfway and spare you the work.
needs to have his hands on you whenever he feels like.
mmm can I request reader trying to get with stepbro rafe so she throws away some of his stuff including his fleshlight and then he's like "Imma have to use you instead, sis" please
♡ — warnings : stepcest, rafe calls reader ‘sis’
“i don’t see why i have to clean your room.” you crossed your arms over your chest, dropping the trash bag rafe had shoved in your hands prior to you two bickering in the hallway. “it was your idea to throw a party here, and it’s because of you that some fuckin’ idiots thought my room was a free for all and trashed the damned place. this is your fault!” rafe motioned towards the mess, his jaw ticking in frustration as you rolled your eyes. “first of all, it was both of our ideas to have a party, and secondly—!” you pointed a manicured finger, “you should’ve locked your room door the same way i did mine and everyone else’s, but noooo you insisted on yours staying unlocked just in case you got ‘lucky’… which didn’t happen.” you giggled, watching the way his cheeks flushed pink.
“just shut the fuck up and do it, yeah? or i’m gonna tell your mom about the time you called me and i saved you and your dumbass friend from jail.” the smile on your face disappeared at his words. “you wouldn’t!” you gasped, picking up the trash bag you once dropped. rafe smirked, his hand reaching in his back pocket. “here, make my shit spotless.” you huffed, taking the pink gloves from his hands before he snickered and walked around you to occupy himself with something else. you were moaning and groaning the whole time you plucked trash from the floor, your face morphing into one of disgust once you spotted the condom wrappers by his bed. “seriously?!” you whispered to yourself, fake gagging as you placed the foil packs in the trash.
you continued cleaning, eventually discovering the box rafe had stashed away in the small space between his dresser and the wall. dropping to your knees, you looked back at the door to make sure he wasn’t in sight. debating if whether or not you should open it, your curiosity got the best of you as you flipped open the cardboard tab, your eyes widening at the sight. “what a fucking loser.” you laughed, holding up the fleshlight that was still in plastic wrap. as far as you knew, rafe didn’t have much trouble when it came to getting girls, but as of recently? you noticed a weird shift. he had been a lot more irritable towards everyone, his patience running especially low for nearly anything that involved you.
throwing the stupid thing away, you wore a smile that rafe was immediately suspicious of when you walked past him. “your room is allll clean, you’re welcome!” your voice echoed in the foyer, the cheerful sound making his eyebrows knit in confusion. making his way back upstairs, rafe stood in the doorway of his room, his eyes scanning everything in sight until he zeroed in on his dresser. locking the door shut behind him, rafe rushed over to the black box and looked inside. “that fuckin’ brat.” he cursed to himself, tossing the empty package aside. he was more so irritated by the fact that he couldn’t use his new toy on the rare night he knew everyone was out.. including you— and instead had to settle for fucking his fist pathetically.
rafe knew you had already taken notice of his involuntary state of celibacy, considering you made it a mission to remind him every hour of the day, and the fact that you went out of your way to ensure he doesn’t get any kind of relief made him feel like your move was almost intentional. with both ward and your mom out for the next two weeks, sarah and wheezie at sleepovers with friends, you two were left entirely by yourselves. glancing at the digital clock on the wall, rafe’s knee bounced in thought as he weighed out the odds of you being awake at this time. “fuck it.” he gritted out, jumping up from his computer chair and walking down the hallway to your room.
he stood outside the door, the scent of vanilla and cookies already filling his senses as he listened in on you talking on the phone. “i don’t know, to be honest. he hasn’t made any moves on me or anything..” you trailed off, dusting yourself with glitter. “of course i’ve been dropping hints! i stroke his chin when i’m teasing him, i’ve worn the sluttiest bikinis i have when it’s just us and i’m using the pool, i even threw away his fleshlight for crying out loud!” you laughed. “i think i’m just gonna let it go, babe. he’s not interested in me, and you know what? it’s probably for the best—” your breath hitched when rafe walked in without warning, both of you glaring at each other through the mirror of your vanity.
“hey, bella? i’m gonna let you go.. yeah, yeah, i’ll see you in a little, okay bye—!” you quickly hung up, swallowing thickly as rafe took a seat at the edge of your bed. “could i help you?” rafe smiled to himself upon hearing the bite in your tone, his eyes flitting up to meet your own. “you going somewhere?” he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. stealing a glance at the sliver of skin that exposed itself when his shirt rode up, you immediately blinked away the filthy thoughts that ran through your head. “yeah— yes,” you cleared your throat, mind racing as you got up to distract yourself, “i’m actually heading out right now, i’m gonna be over at bella’s.” rafe watched as you frantically searched for your car keys, his lips lifting in amusement as you rummaged through your things.
rafe knew your car keys were downstairs but he wasn’t going to say anything— not when you looked as good as you did. every time you glammed yourself up, rafe found it rather difficult not to think about certain things when he could see what color panties you were wearing underneath your mini-skirt. “y/n,” he waited for you to respond, his frustration starting to rise to the surface when you didn’t pay him any mind, “stop what you’re doing.” he spoke firmly, your ministrations coming to a halt. “come here.” ignoring the twisting sensation in your stomach, you hesitated, turning to give him your full attention.
upon turning, rafe let himself shamelessly check you out, his gaze raking down your skimpy outfit. see-through lace tank top, a skirt that looked more like a belt with its short length, pink knee high socks and heels, you looked like you had just walked off the set of a playboy shoot. pretty face and pretty body aside, you intrigued rafe from the very beginning with your brattiness and snarky remarks. now knowing that the attraction is mutual, he figured there’s no point in holding out anymore— both of you were old enough to keep a secret. your heels clacked heavily on the harwood floor with each hesitated step, your heart racing in your chest once you stopped between his spread thighs.
“i heard you on the phone,” rafe sat up, his eyes beaming as he looked up at you, “if you wanted to be fucked that bad, you could’ve just asked.” letting out a shaky breath, you placed your hand on rafe’s shoulder upon feeling his palm caressing the back of your thigh. “rafe—” you shuddered, your knees going weak as his hand traveled up to the globe of your ass. “i also know you threw away my fleshlight, which i didn’t even get to use,” he pinched your skin, eliciting a yelp to echo from your mouth, “that was rude, don’t you think?” you nodded frantically, taking your glossy lips between your teeth when his fingers slipped between the waistband of your thong.
Warnings: Rafe verbally abusing, slutshaming and calling reader a bitch, spitting in readers face, humiliation, hair pulling, slight noncon threat, mention of slapping reader (he doesn’t)
Word Count: 1.3k
The sun is hanging overhead, painting the sky orange with its slow descent. You’re sitting on the bleachers in a mini-skirt, feeling the humidity latch onto your skin with a thin sticky layer. But your mind is stuck on your stepbrother.
He’s covered in sweat and his arms are swollen from the blood rushing to his muscles. He adjusts his helmet, making sure it’s secure while everyone gets back into their positions to run the same drill over again.
You watch in rapt attention as Rafe tackles another guy his size to the ground. The way he barrels into the boy almost makes you flinch. It’s so angry, so cruel, almost like Rafe is trying to knock him out. And you aren’t the only one who feels that way, because sure enough, the Coach blows his whistle.
“Cameron, what the hell was that?!” Coach Lewis sneers. “You told me to hit him, Coach.” Rafe replies clearly and evenly. “I told you to hit the sonuvabitch, not kill him!” Lewis yells back, pointing toward the bench against the brick wall below the bleachers. “Off my fuckin’ field.” he commands, turning back to the other players standing there awkwardly, visibly more afraid to face Lewis’ wrath than Rafe. “You assholes take a water break. Ten minutes.”
You stand up immediately, shoes padding down the metal stairs until you reach the railing just overhead of where Rafe’s sitting with his helmet off and shoulders slumped. “Did you just get benched?” you ask, peeking over. He looks up at you, eyes tired and jaw clenched in irritation. “Shut up and get down here.”
Rafe runs a tense, gloved hand over his greasy blond bangs while you hurry down to him. He looks up as you practically materialize by his side, taking a seat next to him on the worn wood. His cheeks are flushed and a bead of sweat drips down his forehead, his body hot and overworked like a furnace. You can feel the heat radiating off of him with each slow second.
Then he grabs you by the back of your head, his large palm almost covering it entirely, forcing you into a passionate kiss. Your eyes widen a brief moment before fluttering closed, meeting his kiss with less intensity. Your lips fit together perfectly, like God itself crafted the two of you to be one. As if your senses return at the mere feeling of Rafe’s swollen lips against yours, your hands press against his padded chest. “Rafe, we can’t.”
He scoffs, his face twitching indignantly. “Chill out, no one sees us.” You look over at the field, paranoia creeping up your spine, but the coast is clear. No one even spares a glance in your direction. From your peripheral, you see Rafe stand up with a newfound determination in his once fatigued form.
“Get up.” He nearly barks, loud enough to spook you off the bench but not enough for someone else to notice. For the first time today, Rafe gets a good look at your skirt. You stand there timidly as his narrowed eyes take in the sight of your bare thighs, and the way the fabric’s edge picks up with every light brush of wind. “What the fuck are you wearing?” He snaps at you, his voice booming in demand. “It’s a skirt!” you reply defensively, hands going down to brush it, trying to tug it lower.
Rafe shakes his head in disapproval, seizing the opportunity to drag you by your mocha-colored backpack to the underside of the bleachers. You stumble along, trying to keep up with his long strides.
“What are you doing—“ you’re cut off by the feeling of something wet landing across your forehead and nose, making you freeze. You blink in shock, mind buffering in its processing of what he’s done. But Rafe doesn’t waste any time tearing into you in your stuck-in-place stance.
“How dare you walk around in a slutty little skirt like some rent-a-whore?!” he nearly bellows, his voice dropping into something scary. Something you aren’t used to with him. “I- I-“ you shake your head, stammering over your words while your hand finally goes up to your face, wiping off the saliva from earlier.
“You what?” he grits, not allowing you to respond as he spits in your face again. Your eyes close, a whimper ripping from your throat. “Answer me, bitch.” he presses, grabbing you by the jaw and squeezing your cheeks with his thumb and pointer, proceeding to spit in your face for the third time. His saliva, warm and sticky from dehydration, hits your eyeliner, landing in your lashes and slowly trickling down your face. You gasp, “Rafe—“ you whisper and he spits on you once more, this time landing on your contoured nose.
He lets go, forcing himself to take a step back and a deep breath, doing his damnedest not to slap you across the face. “Tell me. Fucking tell me why my sister’s walking around with her ass out for everyone to see!”
You wipe the spit from your eyes, feeling tears burn in humiliating pools that are threatening to overflow. “I thought it was cute.” you answer quietly.
“Bullshit, you wanted attention.” he snaps. You stand there with a frown, because he’s not wrong. You did want attention— but only his. “I wanted you to look at me.” you admit with shame. He scoffs, grabbing you by your hair and yanking you closer. “You’re a little attention-seeking bitch.” he glares, his eyes conveying nothing but anger and repulsion.
The two of you maintain silent but uncomfortable eye contact, the energy behind the bleachers charged with disgust that makes you want to disappear.
Then he grabs your face again, not as harshly but still too rough. “Open your mouth.” he says softer this time, already shoving his thumb through the small gap in your lips. Your lips wrap around his finger on instinct, making his jaw clench with annoyance. “I said open.” he repeats, and this time you do, albeit hesitantly.
Rafe smirks, “Stick out your tongue.” he adds. And once again, you listen. He moves his thumb out of the way and spits again. This time he aims right for your tongue. He misses, the sticky DNA landing perfectly into the back of your throat, making you choke. He watches with a lick of his lips as you cough, and before you can catch your breath, he pulls your head back and spits again. This time a thicker glob lands in your mouth, on your tongue. Despite how sweaty and dirty his body was— the dehydration too— his taste isn’t bad. It makes you want more. So you swallow, which isn’t unusual. You always swallowed Rafe’s fluids.
“Good.” he says simply, petting your hair while you gaze up at him, your eyeliner slightly runny and nose blushed. Then he leans in. His tongue carefully runs across your wet cheek, lapping up the salty tears and leftover spit like some kind of dog.
“Again.” he murmurs, standing up straighter and towering over you.
You nod, opening up. He spits one more time, you swallow, then his hand drops from you. He looks you up and down, his gaze still critical but more pleased now with your obedience. Rafe leans in one last time, kissing you. This time he’s softer, savoring the flavor of your cherry chapstick. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, letting it run across your own with something that tastes forbidden in the best way.
“Don’t wear shit like that again or I’ll fuck you on the field.” he states unnervingly easily as he pulls away. And you know he’s being honest.
“Okay.” you say quietly, watching him walk back out from the bleachers and slowly to the field, leaving you there with runny makeup, a wet face, and a sense of regret.
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a/n: i kinda just poured all of the filth ever into this one fic... you're welcome.
summary: “you know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.”
warnings: bully!stepbro!rafe cameron x virgin!reader, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, rafe is in college while reader is still in high school (everyone is over 18), blackmail, alcohol consumption, allusion to drug use, drunk driving, hidden cameras, panty stealing, references to somno, possessiveness, kissing, loss of virginity, size kink, belly bulge, pain kink, dirty talk, impact play, oral, pussyjob, just the tip, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, cumplay, no aftercare and not really any foreplay, public sex, rafe is mean and pervy and dark but it's all fun because it's just a silly fantasy
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Your life had turned into a living nightmare.
You thought that when your high school bully graduated, you’d finally get rid of him. But little did you know what the future held in store, just who your own mother would decide to marry and what particular family you’d be forced to fuse with.
Rafe Cameron had been the bane of your existence for years. Sure, when you’d first met him, you admittedly had a bit of a crush on him, but that was until he noticed you and truly showed you the notorious bully that he was. And now that he, the very person who had turned your teenage years into literal hell, had become your stepbrother, you couldn’t wait to get out of there, move halfway across the globe just to never see his face again.
It also didn’t help matters that you got situated in the room right next to his, even had to share a Jack and Jill bathroom with him.
Now what you didn’t know was how Rafe’s feelings truly were towards you. How he only started bullying you because you made him feel some type of way that no other chick did, but you came from the wrong side of the island, so getting those feelings out in the form of cruelty only seemed natural to a guy such as him. You had no idea that it was actually you whom he thought about every time he jerked off on the other side of that incredibly thin wall you shared, or even that his wicked fascination with you only seemed to grow now that you were a part of the family.
The impatient knocks were no use, so swiftly you swung the door to Rafe’s bedroom open. He was nowhere in sight, but before you could turn around to search for him in another place, the light that his computer monitor blared out into the space caught your eye.
Your vision however grew wide as soon as you saw the taboo tab that was open. It was porn, but not just any porn. The open page was littered with rows and rows of graphic videos that all fell under the stepsister search he had typed in.
Frozen in your stance, you wanted to sprint out of there, though at the same time, some part of you wanted to inch closer and snoop further.
“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” a voice blared from behind you and caused you to jump.
Skittering away from the desk, you spotted the familiar buzzcut standing in the doorway.
“I–, uh,” you swallowed and recalled the reason for your hunt, “my mom’s forcing me to go to that party at Topper’s tonight.”
“Okay, and?” he scoffed.
“And so, because I don’t really do that sort of thing–”
“Because you’re a fucking loser who never gets invited.”
“Because I have better things to spend my Friday nights doing, your father wanted you to keep an eye on me and to make sure I got home safe.”
The only way you were gonna get through the night was if you got as wasted as possible.
Which is exactly what you ended up doing.
When the clock chimed two, the raging headache you were developing from the blaring music convinced you to finally call it a night. You’d given it enough of a chance, enough experience to go home and state that partying simply wasn’t for you.
But if you didn’t find the literal demon of a stepbrother and let him complete his end of the bargain, then maybe your mom wouldn’t believe you alone and force you to go to another.
However, locating him turned out to be a much more difficult task than you’d thought. As you stumbled around the massive house, supporting your wobbly weight on the walls as you peeked into each of the rooms where some partygoers had migrated to, you soon dug your phone out of your jeans and dialled up his number.
It was on the third attempted call that you finally stumbled into him. Sitting with a random blonde on his lap and the remnants of a mysterious white powder dusting the coffee table separating you from him.
“There you are,” you grumbled, “I’ve been trying to call you!”
His expression turned sour as he noticed your presence, swiftly flipping his phone around as it layed on the table, though the caller ID that lit up the screen wasn’t of your name as your phone still buzzed in your palm to get through to him. Instead, it spelt out fleshlight in big bold letters.
“So, you have,” he exhaled, “what do you want?”
“I wanna go home,” you shoved your phone back in your pocket.
“So, go home. What do you want my fucking permission? Are you that obsessed with me?”
“You have to take me home,” you reminded him, though when he began to laugh in your face, you shot back, “or you can just deal with your dad yourself when you get home. Your choice if you wanna keep being in his good graces or not.”
That managed to shut him up. Though as he reluctantly pushed the blonde aside and got up from the couch, he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “fucking prude,” like a curse on the wind just before he marched passed you and grabbed a hold of your arm to drag you with him.
“Ow, Rafe, you’re hurting me!” you tried to tear yourself free of his grip.
“Oh, shut up you baby, no I’m not. You wanna feel what does hurt?” his long fingers then dug further into your flesh and caused it to actually ache, “this.”
As he pushed open the front door, you whined, “ow, please stop,” but when he finally did, he only traded the grasp out with a light shove to your shoulder, directing you further towards his parked car.
When you were planted in the passenger seat with your gaze firmly fixed out the window as the dark streets rolled by, you crossed your arms and mumbled, “I hate you…” gaining enough courage from the dizzying alcohol ravaging your system to utter it out loud.
“What was that?” Rafe cast a glance in your direction.
Twisting your neck to glare back at him, you hesitantly repeated, “I hate you,” though the faint flicker of bravery you’d acquired was snuffed out as swiftly as it ignited when you saw the smirk that bloomed on your stepbrother’s features.
“Aw, don’t tell me that, princess,” he chuckled, “you’ll just make me hard.”
Eyes widening, they briefly fluttered down to the crotch of his trousers before you blinked away, a reaction that was evidently satisfying enough for Rafe to cause him to keep going.
“But you probably wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway.”
“I know what to do,” you said defensively, though regretted your humouring him as soon as the words slipped out past your lips.
“Oh yeah? Just how would you know that? Everyone knows you’re a fucking virgin,” something he was to blame for, though that wasn’t a fact you ever had to know. You didn’t have to be aware of just how many times he had stopped guys from asking you out, just because he wanted you all to himself, “but are you secretly a perv, sis? Is that how you think you know what to do?”
“Don’t call me that,” you cringed lightly.
“What? A perv? Or sis? Don’t you wanna be reminded that you’re my stepsister?”
“Not particularly...”
As the car curved into the driveway to Tanny Hill, an offer suddenly rolled off Rafe’s tongue.
“You know, I could help you. Pop that little cherry for you,” he shrugged as if he didn’t seem out of his mind for what he was brashly uttering, “you desperately need it, that fucking stick up your ass makes you such a bitch to be around. But no one is gonna wanna bang you, I mean, maybe you could be kinda hot if you weren’t such a fucking loser, if you didn’t dress like a fucking pogue, but I don’t think anyone would commit social suicide like that. So, I’ll take care of it. Fix that problem for the good of everyone else.”
Your mouth hung agape as the vehicle rolled to a stop, the sudden shift made you fear that your latest drink would come up again.
Utterly stunned, you couldn’t form a single word as you stared back at him.
“I mean, it’s what you want, isn’t it?” he went on, turning in his seat to gaze over at you, already undressing you with his eyes, “haven’t you always had the hots for me?”
“I–…” it felt as if the car was swaying around even though it stood completely still, “…I drank way too much tonight, and I think you might have as well.”
“You’re drunk?” darkness glinted in his eyes, “well, I honestly don’t know if I should be impressed or run inside and wake everyone up so you can get grounded for fucking ever,” he laughed.
“No!” you gasped, “You can’t tell them, please! I–…” you felt tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes and blur up your already hazy vision, “fuck!”
Leaning even further back in his seat, he cocked his head, “I mean, I could also keep it a secret…” the tip of his tongue mischievously slipped out to poke his lip, “for the right price, that is.”
“Seriously?” you glared back at him, “are you serious right now?”
Capturing your hand, he swiftly brought it to the palpable tent in his pants, “do I not seem serious?” his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to a squint.
Your lips parted in shock, stare flickering away from his eyes to spot how he ever so slightly pressed your palm down against him.
He was so hard that you could nearly feel his pulse through the fabric of his trousers.
“I mean, really I’d be helping you out,” your gaze stayed glued to how his broad hand engulfed your own a moment longer before you glanced up to find his unwavering stare once more, “so you should really thank me for both keeping your secret and doing you such a massive favour…”
As a shaky breath escaped your lungs, you whispered once more, “I hate you…”
But the proclamation only conjured a smile to appear on his lips, “tell me again,” and he leaned in a bit closer.
“I hate y–,” but you didn’t get the last bit out as Rafe then crashed his lips against yours.
It took a second for you to react with anything other than a surprised whimper, but when you did, it was slow and cautious compared to his boldness.
A string of saliva strung you together as he eventually parted from you. Offering himself a small caress, he pressed your palm down against him one last time before he let you go. His breathing was heavy as he momentarily let his thumb trace your bottom lip, briefly slipping it crudely in your mouth, before uttering, “get inside.”
Why, after all of this time, after all of the pain and torture he alone made you go through, why did he still have to give you butterflies the way that he did?
It was your room that he led you to, a hand ever rooted on you as you made the journey. At first, you thought it was because he saw the way you occasionally stumbled over your own feet, but perhaps it was just in case you wanted to make a run for it, just a precaution, a safety net already halfway over you.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded in a cold tone as he shut the door behind you.
“W-what?” you turned to look back at him.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he repeated, “take your clothes off,” though they came out sounding slightly impatient.
He palmed himself through his pants as you slowly began to strip. Though as you’d shyly peeled your t-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, his voice halted you just as you began to undo your jeans.
“Stop,” his voice cut the thick air like a knife, “turn around when you pull those down,” you twisted away from him as your thumbs sank into either side of the waistband, “and do it slowly,” he made you put on a show, ogling as you gradually revealed the curve of your ass, “that’s it…” he nearly moaned as your pants crumbles to the floor, “bra and panties too, princess. Unless of course, you’re backing out of our deal already.”
Clenching your jaw, you squeezed your eyes shut and shed the rest, ignoring his soft wolf whistles and crude comments as you exposed yourself.
Slowly turning back around to face him, your hands were clasped before you out of sheer timidness and not knowing what to do with them.
“You gonna stand over there all night?” he raised his chin slightly.
When your feet stood rooted right before his seated position on the bed, your hands began to fiddle as he pulled his shirt over his head and caused your pulse to somehow beat even harder than it already did.
One of his palms then scooped up your stomach and briefly grabbed one of your tits before scooping you closer, “come here,” and utilised his leverage to toss you down on the bed beside him, “let me get a good look at you.”
Grabbing for the bedsheets as the mattress momentarily bounced beneath your spine, you blinked up at Rafe as he sat next to you, twisting his form and craning down to near your core.
You tried to clamber your legs shut, embarrassed for what his cruel reaction might be, but he was not only faster, but stronger than you, and grabbed a hold of your thighs. As he split you apart, his lips curled up into a grin.
“Look at you… fuck,” he let out a short chuckle, “this is gonna be fun.”
A gasp curled out of your frame as he then grazed his thumb over your folds, smearing some of the mortifying wetness that seeped out and made you feel even more intoxicated than you already were. He lightly spread you apart and studied intently your dripping pussy, how it looked, how it glistened and how your little hole twitched when he lightly circled your clit.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you?” he rubbed your puffy pearl with a mean lightness that caused your hips to buck slightly, “you like it when your big stepbrother touches you like this?” but when you didn’t reply, he reached down and grabbed your jaw, angling it for you to meet his eye, “answer me.”
“I–… y-yes,” you quietly admitted, feeling as if you were in some strange dream.
“Of course you do, you dirty little girl,” he bent down again to gaze at your pussy a little too close for your taste, “I knew you were a slut since the moment I met you.”
Letting go of your face, he then snaked his free hand down to give himself an ounce of relief.
“You know, part of me doesn’t even wanna prep you with my fingers first,” he smirked and let his fingertips sweep down to tickle your entrance, “I like the idea of not stretching you out first and letting my cock do all the work, let it feel just how tiny and pure you are for me.”
“But isn’t that gonna hurt?” your breath caught in your throat. Sure, you’d played with yourself nearly till your hands fell off, but that idea still managed to scare you.
“God, I hope so,” he groaned and briefly leaned down to press a hot kiss to your clit, sucking it into his mouth and sloppily making out with it.
When he then stood up and pulled his pants down, your jaw nearly hit the floor as well when you saw how thick his dick was. Fat and veiny, curving proudly up towards his abs.
Seizing your hips, Rafe yanked you closer to where he stood, nearly letting your ass dangle over the edge of the mattress.
“Wait,” you suddenly reached out to touch his forearm as he gave himself a few lavish strokes, staring down at your cunt, comparing the obscene size of him to your puff, “what about a condom?” you squeaked as he flicked his leaking tip down to tap your core.
Sucking in a fierce breath through his nose, he glared down at you and shot back, “what about you shut the fuck up and just be grateful,” before he sent his open palm down to smack your pussy.
“Ah! I’m sorry, I just–, fuck!” you shuttered beneath him as he soothed the slap with the nudge of his length, rubbing it against you and teasing your cunt before he started sweeping it through your folds, nearly fucking your soppy slit, the tip of him kissing your little pearl on each silky advance.
A dollop of spit dropped from his lips and joined the mess he already tickled at between your parted legs.
“It’s too big…” you murmured as you stared down at how his fat girth parted your pretty petals, though the observation only conjured a smile on Rafe’s lips, “maybe you could just put the tip in?” you tried through your foggy mind, “that would still count.”
A rumbling chuckle bubbled out of him as he stared down at the two of you together, “just the tip…” his movements then grew more erratic as he slid through your folds, “is that all you think your little virgin cunt can handle?” shy gasps escaped you every time he deliberately let his cock catch at your opening, “just the tip?”
As he slowly pressed just the flush head of his length in to breach your entrance, your brows crinkled up at the mind-numbing stretch.
“Like that, baby?” he only moved ever so slightly, “is that all you think you can handle?” and you nodded foggily in return. But as you let your eyes flutter shut and breathed through the staggeringly wonderful sensation, Rafe’s voice once again washed over you, “nah,” like a splash of cold water while you were licking up warm sun rays, “that’s not good enough. This is,” and he then slammed the entirety of his length into you.
Your eyes instantly shot back open and your legs curled up even further on either side of you at the shock.
“What?” he cooed at you mockingly as he slowly dragged his dick back out for just the memory to remain, “does it hurt?”
You were a blubbering and cursing mess, trembling beneath him as your pussy tried to accommodate him.
“Come on, princess,” he bent down over you and let his nose ghost against yours, “tell me that it hurts.”
“It h-hurts,” you whimpered as his hot breath fanned across your blazing cheeks.
It did sting, a lot, but though you hated to admit it, a part of you loved it, a part of you sank even further into the pit of pleasure he so slowly dunked you into.
“Tell me that it’s too big for you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as he plugged you back up.
Your body shook beneath his every time he moved as much as a millimetre inside you, “i-it’s too big.”
Letting out a low moan of satisfaction, he then leaned down to press his lips to yours, stealing your breath away even further.
You tried, but couldn’t really focus on kissing him back, not that he seemed to mind much as he moaned into your mouth, soon letting his sloppy kisses dance over your cheek and down your neck, letting hickeys bloom in his wake and mark up your skin like a brand.
As he sucked down on the spot where your pulse went wild beneath the skin, his hips drove against yours harder, causing them to collide in a sticky smack, as well as letting the tip of him bully the deepest part of you. He didn’t just do it once, but kept it up as he enjoyed the little squeaks you let out every time he bumped against your cervix.
Kissing his way back up to your lips, he only offered them the briefest of pecks before raising himself off of you, just ever so slightly, and one by one, grabbed your already wide-spread legs and rested each one of them onto his broad shoulders, efficiently folding you in half.
“H-holy shit,” you panted as the mattress rippled beneath you at every one of his rough thrusts, “Rafe–”
“Yeah?” he smirked down at your melted form, the vein in his forehead popping from the strain, “are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum on your big bro’s dick?” one of his hands swept up to squeeze your tit, then gave it a swift tap before growling, “come on, princess. I can feel you squeezing me so fucking tight. Do it, I fucking dare you. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”
You almost screamed as you tumbled over the edge, your head curling to the side to hide yourself in the crumbled duvet beneath you as your pussy gushed all over his fat girth.
“Oh, fuck,” Rafe croaked as he straightened back up to get a good view. Pulling out of you, he briefly flicked his dick through your folds to urge more of your nectar to leak out, before he slid it back inside and asked in amazement, “you ever squirted before?”
Trembling from the overstimulation, your eyes rolled in your skull as you shakily mumbled, “maybe twice, I think.”
“Such a good fucking slut,” he growled proudly, “squirting all over me like a proper whore. Just look at you,” his grip dented your thighs as he pressed them further down against the bed, “you’re already a pretty little cockdrunk mess.”
“I–, I–,” you blubbered as you felt drool begin to trickle down your cheek.
“Oh, fuck,” he then groaned, glancing down at where he split you apart, “hold your legs back,” he requested, though had to help your sluggish hands find their way, “look at this, baby,” he scooped a palm behind your head and ushered you to spot what he had noticed. Splaying a wide hand over the lower part of your stomach, he traced the faint bulge that rhythmically appeared, “sure as fuck not a virgin anymore, are you? Fucking ruining that perfect little pussy of yours. Now that’s how you pop a fucking cherry. Aren’t you happy I was in such a charitable mood tonight?” he then pressed down on the imprint rudely, the overwhelming sensation causing your pussy to drizzle a little more around him, “aren’t you, sis?”
“Yes,” you mewled, feeling as if you were floating on a cloud and not getting your guts rearranged.
“You’d let me do anything I’d fucking want, wouldn’t you?” he smirked down at your dazed form.
“Y-yes,” the word flowed out of you, though you couldn’t quite comprehend all of his dirty talk any longer.
“Hold on,” he briefly slowed down and stretched over to reach a small apprentice obscured and hidden in all of the cluttered decor on your nearby dresser. Turning it in his hand, he pointed the discrete camera down to film you, “say it again,” he picked his pace back up, “tell me that you’ll let me do anything I want to you.”
“Anything,” the words bubbled out through your moans, “anything you want.”
“Say that you’re my little slut.”
“I’m yours–, I-I’m your s-slut.”
Tilting the hidden camera down to get a few close-ups, his voice then seeped into you once more, “now tell me again that you hate me.”
One of your hands fluttered down and began to rub your puffy clit.
“I hate you.”
“Again,” he reached down to give your left nipple a harsh pinch.
“I hate you.”
“Keep going, princess.”
And the more times the phrase flowed out past your lips, the more it began to lose its meaning and morph into just another sound, one that was almost akin to the complete opposite kind of proclamation.
Just like you barely noticed when Rafe dug out the hidden camera, so too did you miss it when he put it back down, obscured somewhere among your things, possibly not even the only one.
When you came once again, Rafe didn’t so much as pause when you creamed around his cock and drenched the sheets beneath you that much further.
“There you fucking go,” he sent a palm down to smack the sensitive skin on your inner thigh, “god, you’re so hot. I can’t believe you actually let me do this,” he grinned as your fingers stretched out to graze his wild hips, trying and failing to slow him down, “you’re such a little freak,” he glanced down at the ring of your essence that marked the base of his throbbing cock, “so fucking nasty for your stepbrother. I bet you’d even let me keep using you after you fall asleep. I mean, who’s to say I haven’t already,” he chuckled, “you’re so fucking cute when you sleep. No annoying remarks, no dumb comments… I think I might prefer you that way…” his slamming grew sloppy as he soon moaned, “fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Pull out,” you begged through your hazy pants.
And just when you thought he wouldn’t respect your wishes, he yanked out and furiously stroked himself before your winking and wrecked hole as it slowly retraced from the severe stretch. Moaning loudly, he swiftly painted your pussy with his load, getting it all over your puffy petals till he was panting above you. One hand rested on your thigh as he brushed the sensitive head of his cock over the cream, messily tapping the hefty weight of him against your aching clit and making you jump a few times as he smeared it in.
Throwing himself down on the bed beside you, he let out a long sigh and said, “you’re welcome.”
You felt like you couldn’t move, like you might never be able to move again. Your breath still came in ragged as the only thing you could focus on was the sore throbbing centred at your core, that blossomed out through the rest of your nerves.
“Well,” Rafe huffed as he soon lifted himself up to a sitting position, “night,” and without another word, slipped out through your shared bathroom into his own bedroom.
“I can’t believe they made you take me,” you grumbled as you watched Rafe shadow you in the clothing store, “I could have just gone to the mall on my own.”
“You don’t have a car though–, also, why are you the one complaining? I’m the one being forced to go fucking shopping with you of all people.”
Somehow, for some mysterious reason, since you’d moved into Tanny Hill, your collection of underwear had shrivelled down till you barely had enough to get you through the week. Guess that was the price you had to pay for letting someone else do your laundry, though you’d always assumed it would more just be a single sock that commonly vanished in the wash…
When you dipped into the fitting room to try a few of the gathered options on, you only managed to test out two of them before the curtain slid back open and you swiftly scrambled to cover yourself.
“Rafe!” you let out a hushed screech, “what do you think you’re–”
“Try these on,” he handed you a wide stack of hangers. It wasn’t just underwear dangling from them, but also some clothing, though all of it way too revealing than you were used to.
Glancing down at them, you refused to grasp the items and simply stated in a clear tone, “no.”
Letting out a low sigh, he then turned to close the curtain back up before he twisted back to face you, “do you need me to have a little talk with your mom and my dad?” he took a few steps towards you, slowly pushing you into the corner by the tall mirror.
Glaring back at him through your pout, you huffed, “no…”
You stayed in the corner as he then hung the clothing up on the hooks before taking a seat on the small stool where your purse was resting before he swept it to the floor.
“Are you just gonna sit there and watch?”
“Yeah,” he scoffed, “it’s boring as shit out there. At least in here, I might get a moderate amount of entertainment.”
Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly began to try the attire on.
“I hate thongs,” you muttered as you tugged a pair into place over your hip, trying not to catch your stepbrother’s stare as his gaze wandered from your reflection to the perfect view he had of your backside.
“I recall you hate a lot of things you still don’t hesitate to jump on.”
“Whatever,” you sighed, “you have your fun, enjoy this little fashion show, but I’m sure as hell not getting any of these.”
“Well, good,” he uttered demeaningly, “because I’m buying them for you.”
Catching his eye in the mirror, you told him, “I’m still not wearing them. You can’t make me.”
“Yeah,” he puffed out a smirk, “we’ll see about that,” and then tore his gaze away from you to gesture to one of the hangers, “try that dress on, but keep the pink thong on underneath, only the thong though.”
You had to shut your eyes in annoyance a moment before you fulfilled his request, soon standing before him in a scantily cut, pastel mini dress, crafted in a fabric so thin that you could see the faint shadow of your nipples poking through them, especially after they’d turned all pebbly after Rafe had torn that privacy curtain to the side.
“You happy now?” you turned to face him and propped your hands on either side of your hips.
“Hm,” he cockily pursed his lips as his gaze studied you, “I was right…”
Your brows stayed furrowed till you watched his palm slide down to squeeze himself through his shorts.
“What are you doing?” you hissed, eyes growing wide.
“You do look hot in normal clothes.”
“I don’t think any of this is normal…”
“I think it’s time you learned how to suck a cock,” he suddenly announced, eyes still glued to the dress’ low neckline as he unzipped his slacks.
“Rafe…” you breathed.
His eyes flickered up to find yours, “get on your knees,” he tilted his head, “come on, princess. You’ll love it, trust me.”
pairing: stepbro!rafe x reader
synopsis: stepbro!rafe blackmails reader into letting him use a vibrator on her
warnings/tags: smut, STEPCEST, DUBCON, blackmail, MDNI! wc: 1.5K
a/n; i’m not sure if this would be classified as dubcon or noncon but please read the synopsis before reading! originally posted 10/19/2024
stepsis masterlist ♡ rafe cameron masterlist ♡
"rafeee, can you get my charger? it's in the top drawer of my nightstand!" you called up from downstairs, making your stepbrother roll his eyes.
"fucking get it yourself!"
"the food's gonna burn!"
despite you being on the first floor, rafe could hear the whiney tone in your voice, and almost picture the way your lip bottom lip would be pulled in with that despicable pout that managed to get you everything from both his father and your mother, and so, begrudgingly he opened the door to your bedroom.
he rounded the corner of your four-poster bed, bending to open the top drawer of your nightstand, spotting your charger on top of a bunch of your other shit, and letting out a small scoff as he threw the charger onto the bed.
but when rafe spotted a small key peeking out from underneath some stupid fashion magazine, his interest was piqued; he didn't even need to pick it up to know what it went to. it was the bottom drawer of your nightstand, him having an identical nightstand in his own bedroom, and knowing the almost scandalous contents of his own bottom drawer made him curious as to what you could be hiding in yours.
he picked it up, observing it for a moment before slamming the top drawer closed, swiftly putting the key in the lock and twisting it open. when he pulled it open, at first it appeared as if nothing was in it, but he knew better. he pulled the false bottom off, throwing it onto the bed, and when rafe's eyes fell onto what was in your nightstand, he couldn't help the grin on his face.
some of the contents were pretty tame; a pile of notebooks that he assumed were your old diaries, some weed, and some adderall that he knew you used to pop like fucking skittles back when you were in high school and had a big test coming up.
but his eyes widened slightly when he spotted the bottle of lube and the small, pale pink bullet-shaped vibrator; sure, he knew you had your vices and you weren't an innocent girl like you led your mother to believe, but you'd always been kind of a prude; you'd never let any of your old boyfriends mark you up even back when you'd been in high school like most girls that were too horny to even realize, and even now, he saw your face flush whenever there was a fucking sex scene on television and you conveniently looked down at your phone for the duration of it.
what really struck his eye was the stack of polaroids he knew you'd taken with the instax mini camera ward had gotten you for christmas, and when he picked up the stack and turned them around, only the first image was enough to cause his jaw to slack slightly.
it was taken on a timer, and you were kneeling on your bed, your hand splayed on your neck, wearing a sheer pink lingerie dress, lacy pink panties covering your pussy while your nipples were covered by red, heart-shaped pasties.
he went through the polaroids, his eyes widening and his shorts tightening with each picture, shots of you wearing different lingerie sets, ones of you looking over your shoulder seductively while you were kneeling on the bed, showing off your ass in a pair of thongs, pictures taken where your tits were soaped up and just covered by your arms, ones-
"rafeee! did you find it?!"
he chuckled at your called-out question, so unaware of the things he had found, putting the polaroids back in the bottom drawer, "yeah yeah!" he called back out, but as he was starting to put the false bottom back in, he got an idea.
and so, before he put the false bottom back in the drawer, he slipped the bullet-shaped vibrator into his pocket.
you could feel your heartbeat in your throat; you had no idea where it could've gone, having used it literally that morning. even though you remembered putting it in its usual spot in the bottom drawer of your nightstand, it was nowhere to be seen.
you thought that maybe you'd accidentally left it on your bed; your bedding, now on the floor. maybe it was on your top drawer instead, the contents dumped on the floor next to it. now you were going through your bookshelf, your teeth biting into your bottom lip so harshly you could taste blood in your mouth.
it wasn't only that you didn't want anyone to find it; it was also that you were so fucking sexually frustrated. you'd already gotten yourself off in the morning, but still, everything even slightly sexual had caused you to press your legs firmly together to seek some relief.
you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard someone clear their throat, and when you turned to look at who it was, you were faced with your stepbrother, a smug smile on his face.
"looking for something?" rafe said, holding up the pink device you'd been looking for, your eyes widening when they landed on it
"did you go through my stuff you psycho?!" you stomped to him, rafe holding the vibrator over his head and out of your reach when you tried grabbing it. "give it to me!"
"i don't think that's how you speak to someone when you want something from them." rafe tsked, his jaw clenched as he pressed you against your bedroom wall, his hand on your chin, making you look up at him, "see, you're supposed to ask nicely. didn't mommy teach you that?"
"what do you want, rafe?"
"you know, when i found this little thing," rafe tapped the small vibrator against your cheek, "i found some really interesting pictures." he grinned, your eyes widening, your heartbeat picking up, immediately knowing the pictures he was talking about.
rafe turned on the vibrator, letting it travel down your chest, until coming in contact with your clothed nipple, slowly, involuntarily pebbling under the vibrations, your stepbrother's breath hot on your face, an obvious tent in his sweatpants. "it would be such a shame if your mom saw them, you know?"
"they don't show my face..." you said with a small sniffle, your eyes starting to sting with tears, meanwhile you felt your cunt starting to get slick with arousal from the stimulation to your nipple.
"aw, she might be stupid but she's not an idiot. you really think she won't recognize that pretty little body? all those pretty marks and dots on your body. are you willing to risk it?"
rafe's hand started traveling lower, the vibrations trailing down your ribs and abdomen, causing you to tense up your muscles as you spoke, your teeth gritting together, "what do you want?"
"to own you."
rafe had you pinned down on your bed, your hands gripping onto your already crumpled sheets; your lacy panties clinging to your pussy, thoroughly soaked in your arousal, and you knew they were beyond saving.
your flimsy top had been pushed up to reveal your breasts, and he'd been using the vibrator on your poor pussy for an hour now, and somehow it had been the most excruciating yet exhilarating hour of your life.
"i can't..." you whined as rafe brought the vibrator to your clit, and even though it was covered by the soaking fabric, it felt as if there wasn't any barrier at all, the stimulation bringing you closer and closer to your third orgasm. "'s too much... feels too good…"
rafe let out a cruel laugh at that, only bringing up the volume of the vibrator, pressing it even firmly against your clit, causing you to let out a yelp that turned into a moan, roughly grabbing at the fat of your breast as he brought his face closer to your face.
"you're gonna take it." he smiled, pressing a small kiss between your breasts, before standing up. "keep it in place." rafe commanded, and you brought your hand to weakly hold the vibrator at your clit while he walked around your room, in search for something.
"what... what are you doing?" you mumbled, your mind hazy from the pleasure coursing through your body, your eyes widening when rafe turned around, holding your polaroid camera. "r-rafe?"
rafe walked towards the bed, turning on the camera as he kneeled over you, swatting your hand away from the vibrator, replacing it with his own. "this is gonna be your best picture yet."
before you could protest, you were blinded by the flash, trying to use your arm to cover up your eyes, the picture slowly coming out of the camera, and rafe set it down next to you on the bed while it slowly changed from black to a picture of your body, showing your bared tits and the soaked panties that had molded to the shape of your pussy, rafe's large, ringed hand holding the vibrator against your clit.
rafe turned off the vibrator, throwing it onto the bed, grabbing the photo, and shoving it into the pocket of his sweatpants, before leaning closer to your ear.
"i own you." he whispered roughly, tapping your cheek before standing up and leaving your room.
stepbro!rafe sneaking into the hot tub with you during a family skitrip
cw: smut, stepcest (scroll if uncomfy), teasing, explicit language, use of the words “brother” & “sister”, fingering, sex in a hot tub, p in v, unprotected, doggy
the ski lodge was quiet, everyone else asleep. you weren’t tired though, not really, but you needed to get out. everything felt too much under the watchful eye of your mom and your new stepdad. you needed space, so you crept down the hallway, wrapped in nothing but a thin robe and your favorite black bikini.
the hot tub on the back deck was luckily still running, steam rising up. you let the robe slip off your shoulders, which landed in a soft puddle beside the tub. you slid in with a slow sigh, bubbles prickling up your skin. alone. exactly what you needed right now.
you sighed, the heat of the water engulfing you perfectly as your eyes began to close, until the big glass door slid open with a whoosh and you jolted. your stepbrother rafe stepped out onto the deck shirtless, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and that shit eating smirk.
his hair was messy, still damp like he’d just showered, and his eyes dragged down your body without any ounce of shame. “well,” he said, voice low and amused, “i was wondering where you disappeared to.” you tilted your head, unbothered, though your pulse kicked as you watched him approach.
he stepped into the tub without asking, sinking into the water with a groan. the space between you two was small. your leg bumped his under the surface, you didn’t dare move it though. “i needed a break,” you said, glancing at him from beneath damp lashes. “this fake-family-vacay shit was killing me.”
“so you decided to come out here, in the middle of the night, looking like this, not expecting me to join you?” he asked, making you smirk. “you know it’s fucked, right?” you blinked at him, slow and dangerous and it almost made him loose control. “what is?”
“this.” his gaze lingered, “you and me. our parents… upstairs. practically planning the wedding.” rafe sighed, frustration bubbling inside him. “yeah, i know,” you whispered, “and yet here you are.”
he grinned then, feeling caught. his hand moved beneath the water, brushing your knee under the bubbles, “ya’ wanna stop me?” you inhaled sharply, trying to steady your voice. “no.”
rafe inched closer just a little, voice dropping as he was facing you fully now. “you shouldn’t look at me like that. don’t make me come out here, and watch you in this little fucking bikini, and act like you’re not begging for it.” you smiled, slow and sweet, then leaned in until your faces were inches apart. “and what if i am?”
that was all it took.
rafe surged forward, hands tangling in your wet hair, before he kissed you. it was hungry and hard, mouths crashing together. the water sloshed around you, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, bodies pressed together in the heat.
“god,” he muttered between kisses. “i’ve been going insane all week.” you gasped, nails digging into his skin. “you think you’re the only one?” he connected your lips again, slower now but deeper, his hands roaming under the water, and neither of you pretended to care anymore.
it should’ve been an innocent family trip, a trip meant to “bring everyone closer” before the wedding, but for you and rafe, things had already gotten too close. you weren’t siblings. not really. not by blood. but your parents were engaged. it was more than just wrong.
your back hit the smooth wall of the hot tub, breath catching in your throat as his body moved into yours. you didn’t move away. rafe didn’t want to either. his hand stayed in your hair, the other already ghosting under the surface, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh.
“you know,” he said, voice low and teasing, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, “you could’ve just said you wanted me. no need for the mysterious vanishing act.” you smirked, “you think everything i do is about you.”
“i’m right though, aren’t i?” you didn’t answer. instead, you slid your foot up his leg slowly, toes curling against his calf. “maybe i just wanted some time to relax without the family awkwardness. you crashing it is just… unfortunate.” his laugh was a low. “bullshit. you wanted me to find you. you’re the one practically naked in a tub.”
you tilted your head, lips parting slightly. “and?” rafe groaned, his mouth crashing into yours, hand cupping your face as you kissed again, deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you whimper into his mouth.
he was quick to move between your legs, slotting your bodies together under the water. “we’re gonna get caught,” you breathed, gasping when he kissed down your jaw, nipping your soft skin. “someone could come down.”
“then be quiet,” he murmured against your neck. “think you can do that?” you shook your head. rafe grinned, sucking a mark just beneath your collarbone. “guess it’ll be really hard for you then.”
his hand slowly made his way up your thigh, fingers brushing against the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms. you sucked in a breath at the contact, clutching the back of his neck. “ray…”
“wish i could feel how soaked you are right now, if it wasn’t for the fucking tub,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “shut up,” you whispered, cheeks flushed, but you didn’t stop him. not even close.
he tugged the fabric aside slowly, fingers finding your soft folds beneath the water. you gasped, hips jerking against his hand as he started to tease you, rubbing slow, tight circles over your clit.
your fingers gripped his arm, head dropping back against the tub’s edge, mouth falling open. “fuuuck,” you moaned, barely holding it in. “you’re so fucking hot like this,” rafe muttered, watching your face. “all needy and squirmy. just for me.” you bit your lip, eyes fluttering.
“you’ve been thinking about this all trip, haven’t you?” still not forgetting to tease him. “every night.” his voice was rough now. “every time i saw you walking around in those little tank tops… no bra. you fucking wanted me to look.”
“you didn’t exactly try to hide it.” rafe chuckled in disbelief, “because you drive me crazy,” his fingers sliding lower. two of them pushed inside you with one smooth motion, and your whole body arched into him.
“oh my god, ra—” he covered your mouth with his, swallowing the noise as he pumped his fingers into your needy cunt, curling them just right until you were grinding helplessly against his hand.
“you’re gonna cum just from my fingers, aren’t you?” he groaned, “just from being a little whore for your brother.” you nodded frantically, moaning into his palm. you were just falling into the pleasure of his touch when he suddenly stopped, pulling his hand back.
you gasped, eyes flying open. “what the fuck?” he leaned in close, licking his fingers slowly. “you wanna finish? then turn around.” your breath hitched, “rafe…” but he was dead serious. “i’m not playin’. now turn around before i lose what little control i have left.”
you hesitated, eyes raking over the big window front of the lodge. but then you moved. hands bracing on the edge of the tub as the water sloshed softly around you. rafe groaned, taking in the view of your ass barely covered by the fabric, back already arched for him, waiting.
“fuck,” he whispered, not wasting another second and pulling down his shorts just so his hard cock could spring free, lining himself up. “we are so screwed.” and then he slid into you.
you both gasped, your knuckles white against the edge, his hands gripping your plush hips, pulling you back onto him with a low, broken moan. he filled you inch by inch, and for a moment, you two didn’t move. just breathed.
“you okay?” he whispered despite the need to already move his hips. “yeah,” you nodded, panting. he started to thrust, slow and controlled at first, water rippling around you two as he fucked into you. your soft moans filled the air, breathy and desperate.
rafe leaned over you, one hand sliding up to grab your throat gently from behind. “you like being bad, don’t you?” he whispered. “letting your brother fuck you while our parents are sleeping upstairs.” you whimpered, nodding as he moved deeper. “no one else gets to touch you like this,” he growled. “only me. say it.”
“you,” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hit that particular spongy spot inside you. “only you.” he moved faster now, the water splashing, bodies recklessly colliding. at this point it was more than obvious what you two were doing by just listening to the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans.
you were already close. he could feel it in the way your body tightened under his hands, the way your breath caught every time he moved just right. “gonna come for me like a good little sis?” he murmured, slow and taunting. “right here, where anyone could walk out and see you like this?”
you were trembling now, hips rolling against him, chasing every second of friction like you couldn’t help yourself. his hand slid down your stomach under the water, finding the exact spot of your clit as if he knew your body like the back of his hand. you choked on a moan, your whole body arching into him as he rubbed slow, perfect circles.
“come on,” he whispered, lips against your cheek, voice rough and dark. “let go. i wanna feel you lose it for me.” you bit your lip, eyes squeezed shut, and then you shattered. it was with a strangled gasp, body shuddering hard against him as you tried to stay quiet, biting your own arm to muffle the sound.
“good girl,” rafe murmured breathlessly, “so fucking good for me.” he followed seconds later, groaning into your shoulder, buried deep inside you as his hips stilled, covering your tight walls with his seed.
you two just stayed there, panting, flushed and soaked in more than just hot water. rafe kissed the curve of your shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he didn’t want to let you go. but reality was creeping back in.
“we should—” you whispered, breathless. “yeah,” he said, equally quiet. “i know.” he moved slowly, carefully, pulling out of you beneath the water. you gasped softly at the sudden loss, hand reaching for his under the water out of instinct.
you both moved, adjusting yourselves, trying to make it all look just a little less sinful. your bikini bottoms clung too tight to your skin now, and his drawstring was a mess. rafe leaned back against the side of the tub, dragging a hand through his wet hair, eyes flicking toward the house.
