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.
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back again with some more sub-stepbro!rafe & mean-stepsis!reader .. thinking about how he’d practically beg her (pathetically) to have sex with him and/or jerk him off … so she does exactly that, but overstims him until he’s at the point of tears ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა
sorry it took so long to answer this! i was away for new years but im back and getting back into it now <3 i hope i don't disappoint !
req! 𝜗𝜚 mean-stepsis!reader gives sub-stepbro!rafe what he wants... at a price
c!w; mdni !! step-cest, desperate sub!rafe, mean/dom!reader, teasing, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, oversimulaton, degradation, humiliation, size kink, cream pie, rafe is referred to as 'good boy' once lol.
notes; sorry if this isn't great ! i literally just got back from a trip with my family over new years so i'm a little tired and i'm just getting back into writing again <3
you were walking around the house in the middle of the night, nothing but panties and a t-shirt on, everyone was asleep so it's not like it mattered. you assumed everyone was asleep until you passed rafe's bedroom.
the door was barely ajar but you could hear him groaning lowly in frustration, maybe he was playing a game or something and it wasn't going well? you shrugged and pushed open the door to find him with his pants pushed down to his thighs, semi-hard cock in hand with his phone by his side clearly lowly playing some porn he'd found.
you both got a small fright when you realised what you were looking at, but a cocky smirk slid across your features as rafe furrowed his brow and his cheeks went red. he tore a pillow from behind him and covered himself nervously.
"having some trouble..?" you taunted, now stepping fully into his bedroom and closing the door. rafe was sweating bullets, exhausted from trying to jerk himself off for almost an hour and not succeeding and extremely tense from your intimidating presence in front of him.
you slowly inched closer to the end of his bed, still smiling. he turned his phone off and shakily ran a hand through his greasy hair, "wh-what're you doing up?"
you shrugged, now climbing onto the bed slowly on your hands and knees, it was so easy to make him so flustered. he squirmed a little when you brushed his leg as you made your way up to him.
"so pathetic... you've probably been at this for so long" you said with a scoff as you took his phone from him, trying to see what he was watching which was evidently something to do with a blonde step sister, she didn't look too far off from you but she was definitely missing your tits.
"i need... i need help... please" he almost whispered, your head perked up and you looked at him through your eye lashes. "what was that?"
he sighed heavily, sexual frustration seeping through his tone, "please.. please, i need it. let me be inside of you please..." his eyes were glossed over as if he were about to cry.
you scoffed and dropped his phone somewhere on the bed before straddling his thighs, you put your hands on the pillow that was still covering his cock and before long your hands were on him. "rafe, you're gonna have to tell me what you want? speak properly."
his chest was pumping with every breath, eyes fixed on the way your hands slowly pumped his cock, "uhghh... please ride me i need to be inside of you, pleasepleaseplease" he groaned, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.
you taunted him with your smile before one hand let go of him and snaked over your clothed pussy, rafe gulped as he noticed the wetness soaking through as you played with yourself a little before pulling the panties to the side.
"you want this big cock inside me?" you said sweetly, now on your knees and hovering menacingly over rafe's leaking tip. he was rock hard, you knew you were the only thing that had that effect on him.
he was practically drooling as he gazed down at the space between you, with mouth slightly ajar to accompany the pure bewilderment on his face.
you sunk down on him slowly, groaning a little as you got used to his size, he might be pathetic but his cock was still huge. a combination that easily made you let him stuff you full again and again.
he whined when you bottomed out and wrapped your arms around his neck. "don't- can't move for a second... i'll-"
"shut up and don't you dare cum yet. i just fucking slid it in" you snapped with a smirk before deciding to slowly grind back and forth. his large hands instantly connected with your hips, gripping hard as he tried to hold back from how tight your cunt was squeezing him.
"nghh... you're so tight, fuck... please don't stop" rafe whimpered as his eyes rolled back, he had died and your pussy was heaven.
"you're soo pussy whipped hm?? so hard over your step-sister's wet pussy" you sighed as you began to bounce up and down, rafe's jaw was going slack and his grip loose as he grappled for control over his own release but to no avail.
"y/n...oh! fuck please i'm gonna cum- please let me cum? please?" he begged, hands panted at a hip and your waist. you grinned at rafe coming apart underneath you, he was so out of his mind drunk off the feeling of being inside you.
"mm, yes cum inside of me, you've been a good boy" you hummed, hands stroking his tense and toned chest. his lips parted and his body tensed up as his cock twitched inside you before a guttural groan escaped his lips, his thick cum spilling into you.
but you weren't yet done with him.
he attempted to hold you still as he finished but as soon as you felt the hot stickiness inside of you, you continued to bounce on his cock, rolling your hips as much as you could.
rafe looked at you with panic in his eyes as he started to shake, "'s too much- ughh! fuck... please-" he groaned, tears beginning to spill from his eyes.
you kept riding him, milking him for every last drop and making sure to lift nearly completely off his dick only to take him all the way in again. he had cum a for a second time in tears, almost directly after you'd let him and was now limp against the headboard of his bed.
you giggled at him, "so pathetic, you wanted to be inside me so bad and you could barely handle it. look how much cum there is"
he lifted his head up to look down between you as you rose off of him, holding yourself steady above him you watched as some his thick cum leaked out of you. he was completely mesmerised and too fucked out to realise it was all over his pelvis now. you grinned and slid his tip though your folds, playing with his release with a giggle only causing him to twitch again with little whimpers.
finally you swung your leg over and readjusted your panties to cover the sticky mess spilling out of you. rafe watched you intensely.
"i'm tired," you called, walking to his bedroom door before opening it, "good night rafey." and there you left him, with tear stained cheeks and cum stained sheets.
SUMMARY: Turning 18 meant freedom—or at least, that’s what you thought when you chose to move in with your mother, Rose, to escape your deadbeat father. What you didn’t expect was how much your stepbrother, Rafe Cameron, had changed. And maybe that change was exactly what made it impossible to stay away from him.
House of Balloons by The Weeknd — "You're in my world now. You can stay, but you belong to me. If it hurts to breathe, open the window. Your mind wants to leave, but you can't go. This is a happy house. We're happy here"
Summary: Daphne Winchester is John's unknown child from his teenage years, from an escapade before meeting Mary, and she reunites with her brother Sam, and this time with an older one, too.
Tw: nothing, except a little breathing problem and a slight mention of a traffic accident. Here, siblings fight, reunite, and then fight again.
Somewhere near Alabama, in a motel.
There was a loud knock on the door and a faint sound of boots clunking against the wooden floor outside.
The Winchester brothers looked at each other as they reached their hidden guns. When they both got up and started heading the door quietly, Dean tried pushing Sam behind himself, to protect him from whatever stood behind the door. He then reached the handle quietly and on a count of three, swung the door open, his gun pointed at the new face.
"Who are you?" Dean's voice came out rough, his brows furrowed with a deep crease running in between. Sam suddenly moved forward, his greens shining bright.
"Deph!" He called out and pushed Dean slightly to reach his stepsister. "I've missed you!" The girl smiled while her arms wrapped around Sam's neck, struggling to reach his hair to mess with it. "You've grown!" Sam giggled as his hug tightened around her. "Well, you're still short!"
Dean, however, stood near the door, desperately expecting an answer. A foreign expression taking over his face. "What is going on?" He put his gun on the nearby shelf.
"This, Dean-" said Sam as he pulls Deph in, "- is Daphne. She is our stepsister."
"Our what?" Dean's eyes widened as his body became rigid. His mouth opened and closed but made no sound. Sam looked at him one last time and pulled Daphne in.
"Let's get in!"
Dean was the first one to break the sudden silence inside the motel room. "So what the hell is going on?" He questioned as he sat up straight on the worn-out couch. Sam groaned as his palms found his face. A deep sigh left his lips before he began. "So Daphne found dad - our dad - a few years ago. Dad then brought her to me and told her to keep an eye on me." He said and added, "She was also studying at Stanford." Dean gulped and stayed quiet, various thoughts crossing his head. "But we kinda lost touch after the incident."
"Which incident?" Daphne felt herself bad - really bad - seeing that John didn't even mention her to her other stepbrother, Dean. She expected Dean to get disappointed and mad since Sam knew everything while Dean wasn't even considered in the first place. However, he looked stoic, thoughtful even, and didn't crash out. What also broke her heart was the cruel fact of Sam not telling her to Dean either. She felt her chest tighten.
"After Jess passed away and Sam left, we didn't speak. I tried my damn best to find Sam -" she paused, "- to find you guys again." Dean's dark greens found Daphne's hazel eyes and he furrowed his brows. "Well, how did you find us then?"
Daphne felt her cheeks brighten due to the confession she was about to make. "I asked my friend to track Sam's phone signal. But because you were constantly on the run, it took a long time to be able to meet in flesh." Dean nodded gingerly and stayed quiet, trying to process all the new information he was suddenly faced with.
"How old are you?" His hands found his hips, strictly interrogating his newly-found stepsister.
"24. You?"
"I'm 28." Dean's voice sounded strong enough to cut through metal. Daphne, on the other hand, wasn't fazed by his stepbrother. "Great. So he had you, then me and lastly Sammy."
"Sammy? You don't call him that!" Dean got up from his seat abruptly. A disgusted expression took over his face. Daphne was taken aback by his sudden eruption, nevertheless stood her ground. "And why not? That's the nickname I gave him."
Dean stood there for a moment, his eyes shortly flicking to his brother's. Sam looked guilty and just toyed with the ends of his fingers. "When were you planning to tell me that we had a stepsister, Sammy?" He growled. "On our deathbed?"
Sam looked at Dean quietly, trying to think of a way to exit this uncomfortable confrontation. He scratched the back of his neck, his nape, and decided to just go with the truth. "Dad told me not to tell you."
"Why not?" Dean's voice didn't alter, didn't soften. However, Daphne was able to see through his squinted eyes. She saw how broken his heart got, how the very centre of his greens shook, and how his lashes started clumping at the ends.
"I don't know!"
She never had any siblings until she met Sammy, yet the same love she had for him started emerging for him, too.
Her older stepbrother, Dean.
The same day, a few hours later.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Dean's voice echoed through the living room while Daphne was busy getting ready. She put her hair up in a ponytail and reached her leather jacket.
"To haunt down some father fuckers."
"Whats?" Dean stared at Daphne in surprise as Sam was laughing in the background, completely uncontrolled.
"Yeah, what am I supposed to call them, the love of my life? They're monsters! They kill people."
Dean was caught off guard and was trying so hard not to let a huge smile creep up his face. When Sam breathed deeply and continued laughing like it was his last day on earth, both Daphne and Dean turned at him, scowling.
"Shut up, Sammy!" Sam was only then able to control himself and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh great, now I have two of them."
As Daphne turned back and was about to get in Impala, Dean tugged on her arm - trying his best not to be too tough. "You're staying here. At the motel." The girl raised her eyebrows, harshly pulling her arm away from Dean's grip. "No, I'm coming with you. I heard you guys talk about them." She got in the car quickly, leaving Dean utterly surprised. He felt anger bubble inside his veins and rage start to cloud his vision. Sam was behind the duo, feeling the familiar type of tension in the air.
Him and Dean always had some sort of argument before going on a hunt. This was nothing new. Sam shook his head as he got in the passenger seat and called out, "Come on, Dean, what are you waiting for?" The said male cracked his neck in hopes of calming his nerves and got in the driver's seat. The fact that his newly-found stepsister not listening to him was making him feral.
The hunt, on the other hand, went surprisingly well. Daphne was good at what she was doing - really good. She didn't know about the lore, yet her hunting abilities were astonishing. She was quick to move, athletic and strong. The monster was abolished in no time, now that they were three professionals.
10 months later.
"Are you kidding me? Don't touch that bag!" Dean shouted across the room at Daphne, who tried to make sense of all the little drawings on a witch's handbag. She rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Dean. "Deph, no!" This time, he sounded more serious and started nearing her. Daphne exhaled loudly, tired of Dean's way of doing hunts and searches. "Don't tell me what to do, Dean!"
"You don't know whether that bag is safe to touch or not. It may be spelled with dark magic." He stood near her, his brows furrowed. Daphne looked up at him yet continued touching and twisting the bag. "I gotta see a bit more, Dean. It wouldn't kill anyone."
"You wouldn't know that!" He argued. Daphne stopped touching the bag and got up from the wooden chair. "As if you do, Dean!" She was trying so hard to keep her anger in, trying to trap it inside her body. She swallowed thick and snatched the bag from where it laid on the table. Dean caught her arm, a scowl making its way past his lips. "Stop this, Daphne!"
This, a man telling her what to do - especially for her own safety - was new. John was almost never with Daphne's family, and she had to grow up to be strong enough to protect herself from the world - while also hunting different monsters her dad mentioned. She breathed deep and looked right at Dean's dark greens. "I've been doing this since years, Dean." He glared at her, hard. "Just because you've been doing it for years, it doesn't mean that it's right."
Sam entered the room upon hearing all the shouts and growls coming from his elder siblings. He yawned loudly, catching their attention fast. "You guys are about to wake the whole world up."
Daphne smiled tightly, her eyes showing no joy. "It's because your brother called Dean is being as stubborn as ever! I've known him for ten months now and he hasn't changed a bit!" Dean chuckled at that - actually chuckled - clearly enjoying making his sister mad. "Well, that's too sad, sweetheart, but you're not the most fun person to be around, either." She scuffed, yet she couldn't deny the stinging pain she felt in her heart seeing Dean get mean.
"That's why dad didn't tell you anything, even your own sister! You are too damn stubborn and selfish!" Dean felt his breath hitch and his mouth sealed shut. His gaze landed on the table, quietly backing away. He knew, she was right.
As the elder siblings started getting unnaturally quiet and the air got negatively charged, the windows around the bunker started shattering one by one. Sam's eyes opened as he crouched down. He instinctively reached Dean to pull him aside, while Dean reached Daphne to pull her. Daphne followed Dean's lead, who followed Sam. They all hid under the huge wooden table, breathing hard.
"What the hell?" Daphne and Dean muttered at the same time. Sam furrowed his brows, trying his best to remember the lore. "I - I'm not sure!" He tried his best but nothing about these witches' case was crossing his mind at the moment. "I can't remember anything!"
The shattering didn't stop and all the mirrors, glass jars and plates started exploding as well. Daphne covered her ears with her trembling hands, causing Dean to pull her to his chest. "It's okay, it's okay."
Daphne was able to smell his brother's now familiar smell, like a gentle hug around her senses. It was the first time she was this vulnerable near Dean. He didn't know yet, but this had triggered her and made her remember the traffic accident she had years ago. When she felt unable to calm herself, she held onto his arms tightly, almost bruising his skin. "We're alright, Deph. We're okay. Breathe." He spoke gently, pushing away her baby hairs. "Look at me -" he said and held her chin gently, "- breathe. Okay, don't stop breathing."
When the clattering, shattering and the explosions ended, Daphne hugged Dean tight under the table, unable to stop her hot tears gushing from her pretty eyes. "I'm so sorry Dean." Dean chuckled lowly as he rubbed her back. "I know. You're my little sister and kids make mistakes." His confident tone made Daphne smile.
Sam, on the other hand, was busy watching them genuinely bond for the first time. He knew, that after this, they would be inseparable.
Just like him and his brother.
IF YOURE READING THIS 👋 HI! IVE TRIED MY BEST AND THESE BABIES ARE SO CUTE 😍 MAYBE I'LL WRITE ANOTHER PART LATER ON IDK and THANK YOU ANON 🍓 FOR THIS REQUEST. I HOPE I COULD DELIVER THIS GOOD! OKAY LOVE YALL BYE!!
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"what have i said about spending time with him, huh? what the fuck is that?" you're on your back, well, really on your shoulder blades with the way that he has hiked your hips up.
he's pressed up on his knees, pounding into you as you blubber and whine over every rough thrust of his pelvis against your own.
"t-they're gonna wonder why i have so many marks, net.." you drawl with a low moan, nearly crying out as he pinches roughly at the fat of your thigh. "c-can't tell them it's you."
the feral nature with which he's pounding into your overused cunt is forcing staccato syllables out of you, despite your distaste towards it. "fuck!"
"shhhh. shut the fuck up." he groans, releasing his grip on your pelvis and letting you practically thud back against the ground, now leaning over you with his weight braced with two arms beside your head. "i like it so much better when you're not fucking talking. and when you listen to what i fucking say. now sh, i can't concentrate with all that fucking whining you're doing."
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You walked in to regulus room looking for ur shirt
and u see something regulus with ur shirt jerking him self off
u try to leave but he locks the door “come here baby” regulus says and u stand frozen in place but u suddenly fel and hand around ur throat and he kissed u move ing to ur jaw making hickys on the skin his other hand moves to wards ur cult and start rubbing at a high fast pasce and you moan “no reg ahh we can’t ahh do” u say with moans
“I do what I want to do slut” he says and he slams 3 of his fingers in to you as he rips open ur shirt and no strts biting ur neck and chest leaving hickys he Sydney slams u on to ur nees and no shoved his cock in ur mouth “if I knew u cloud do this I would have of done it ages ago”u moan at the praise sending vibratons and then he cups down ur throat”my turn princess and he starts to eat u out at extreme pase it doesn’t take long for u to cumfor the second time but he keeps going . Ur head thrown back and u soddenly feel a cock slams in to u be I scream his name and he pound in to you at an inhuman pasted bully in to ur pussy. U moan and scream his name as he cups in to u for the 5 th time to night and u cum for the 10th he pulls out and musts u on the sink ads he runs the bath “I never got the chance to play with these “ he starts to play with my tits and he slaps my ass hard and he puts one of ur fits in his mouth and play with the other then he lets go to put u in the bath and he gets in behind u for another round.
A/N: I’m just testing out this whole dark fic thing so I know this is probably trash. Also, Peter is over 18, so is the “reader” so don’t come in my inbox on no bullshit.
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It all started during family movie night. Peter insisted on sitting next to you on the sofa, you just chalked it up to your new brother wanting to spend more time with you. He grabs the blanket from the back of the sofa and drapes it over both of your laps.
“Comfy?” He asks.
You nod your head yes. Your father comes into the living room followed by May and takes a seat on the other sofa.
“So, what movie are we watching tonight?” You wondered while scrolling through Netflix. Everyone threw out suggestions and you eventually settled on The Conjuring.
About halfway through the movie, you felt a small tickle on your leg but you chose to ignore it. Seconds later, Peter’s hand was on your thigh, gently massaging it. You side eyed him and tried to push his hand away. He digs his nails into your flesh and kept watching the movie. Peter slowly moves his hand under your skirt and rubs a finger over your clothed pussy. You were about to open your mouth and say something but he beat you to it.
“Make a sound and I swear you’ll regret it,” he harshly whispered in your ear.
You quickly close your mouth and just sit there, letting Peter do what he wanted. He slid your panties to the side and his fingers soon found your opening and he plunged two fingers deep inside you. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying out. It stung but then pleasure washed over you as he moved his thumb over your clit.
“Y'all alright over there?” Your dad asks. Peter pulls his fingers out and rubs your clit in small circles.
“Um.. ye-ah, dad, we're– SHIT!” you shout.
Peter—being the little shit that he is—pinches your clit just as a jump scare happens in the movie. Pain and pleasure consumes you and you bite your tongue to hold in the moans attempting to escape.
You send a glare Peter’s way and he just smirks and turn back to the film. You push his hand away from you and grabbed the empty popcorn bowl and practically ran to the kitchen.
You leaned against the counter, breathing heavily and thinking about what just happened.
Who the fuck does he think he is? Touching you like that, making you feel things that no other guy has—or probably ever will.
You splashed cool water on your face and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You sat on the counter, waiting patiently when you saw Peter out of the corner of your eye.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” he said slyly.
You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Parker.”
That damn cocky grin irritated your whole soul, but it also made your clit throb. You found yourself biting your lip and pressing your thighs together, Peter noticed this and snickered.
He came closer a pulled your legs apart so he could stand between them, lightly scraping his nails up and down your thighs.
“Don’t touch me,” you said sternly.
Peter grabbed your neck and squeezed tightly, making you claw at his arm and gasp for air. The look in his eyes frightened you, he looked absolutely menacing.
“Shut up your fucking mouth.” His grip on you didn’t let up at all, in fact, it felt like it got tighter. “You want this, I know you do.”
He wasn’t exactly wrong; you wanted him but not like this. Peter snatches you off the counter and turns you around. You look out into the living room and see your dad and May still watching the movie, completely oblivious to what was going on behind them.
Peter lifted your skirt and removed your panties. You looked back at him, “Stop or I’ll scream.”
“No you won’t.” He stuffs your underwear in your mouth and covers it with his hand. You felt him teasing your entrance, making your eyes roll back.
“You want my dick, baby?”
You nod and without warning he thrusts deeply inside you. You would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for your mouth being stuffed. He didn’t give you time to adjust before he was fucking you with complete abandon.
Peter leans over you and licks the shell of your ear. “Imagine if they caught us,” he whispered, “imagine your father turning around and seeing his precious daughter getting turned out like the whore she is.”
Your pussy clenched around him and he groaned which only made you wetter. His fingers danced over your clit, your orgasm was approaching quickly.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum!”
His thrusts became sporadic and his fingers moved faster. Your orgasm hit hard, your eyes shut tightly and your core spasms around Peter. He pulled out and came on your ass.
Peter grabbed you by your hair and pulled your head back to kiss you deeply.
“Leave your door unlocked tonight, I want a round two.”
Just then, your dad called out. “Is something burning?”
can i request stepbro!rafe teaching you how to ride him? your writing is so good
a/n: i had the biggest fucking writers block with this one ngl.. but i hope u like it <33
cw: smut, literal stepcest !!, inexperienced!reader, riding, p in v, unprotected, creampie, hella praising, explicit language, use of the words ‘brother’ and ‘sister’
you were straddling his lap, breathless from his kisses, your knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. your long hair clung to your naked back, your soft fingertips grazing rafe’s bare chest.
“you ever been on top before?” he asked, voice laced with that rough, teasing tone that always did something to your stomach. you blinked, lips still parted. you looked at him, eyes bright but a little uncertain, and shook your head slowly.
“no?” he tilted his head. you shook yours again, cheeks heating up. rafe’s lips curved into something wicked, but not mocking. this was his opportunity. he desperately wanted you to gain experience like a good brother would. and even better when he was the one to show you all the possibilities.
he leaned in, brushing his mouth against yours. “don’t be embarrassed, now you have a big brother who can teach you,” he smiled, hands casually resting on your waist. not pulling. just guiding.
reaching down your body he slid off your white panties, it being the only piece of fabric left from your intense makeout session. rafe was quick to adjust himself beneath you, positioning his already hard cock at your entrance and wetting it with your slick.
you were trembling, turning into a nervous wreck infront of your stepbrother as you could feel the tip brushing your puffy folds, making you shiver. your hands found his shoulders, needing something to ground you, while his thumbs stroked slow circles against your skin.
you body was rigid with tension, eyes darting everywhere but him. this was all so new, so unfamiliar. but you knew you could trust rafe. you always did. even trusted him back then when he took your virginity.
“eyes on me,” he caught your jaw in one hand, steadying your gaze back onto him. guiding your hips, you slowly began to sink down on him, legs already shaking.
just when you thought you could take him in one motion a sharp sting ran through your body, making you stop on his cock halfway. “shh.. you’re doing so good y/n. just a little more, i know you can do it.
encouraged by his soft words and the way his blue eyes were fixed on you, you pushed yourself to take the rest of him, letting your legs fall loose, determined to do good for him.
“exactly.. just feel it.” rafe cooed. and you did. every single inch. the way he fit against you. the stretch of his cock inside your tight walls. the forbidden closeness. it was overwhelming.
“now take a few deep breaths and then i want you to start moving for me. think you can do that?” he murmured, tugging a strand of hair behind your ear as you nodded, hands still gripping him tightly as you began to rock your hips under his guidance.
“go slow, up and down.. yeah just like that, fuck.” rafe groaned, eyes fluttering close at every stroke of your heat against him. to be honest you didn’t really knew what you were doing, but his reactions told you that you were doing a good job.
finally getting used to his size you sped up your movements, arching your back as if it was your natural instinct. and the sound that tore from his throat when you hit it just right made you shiver. you did it again. deeper now. his grip tightened, jaw clenched.
“there you go little sis,” he growled, “that’s it.” you smiled then, lips parted and hair falling into your face. your hands were pressed to his chest, finding a rhythm that made you both curse under your breaths.
rafe’s head dropped back against the headboard, eyes fluttering shut as he let you take more control. you were quick to find your pace. learning what made him grip you harder, what made his voice drop into that low, ruined whisper.
“you like this rafey?” you panted, eyes glued to him. “yes, fuck you feel so good,” he muttered, tilting his head back, eyes gazing over you as he met your movements with slow, hungry rolls of his hips, hitting deeper.
the sudden intensity made you shriek, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure built up fast and hard. “i like you like this,” he whispered between breaths. “on top of me. your pussy wrapped around my cock. trying to be a good little girl and taking all of me inside you.”
your movements became more frantic at his shameful words. nothing could stop this now. rafe knew how to make you feel like no one else, always pushing you to your limits and making you fall apart. but you didn’t mind. with him you never did.
he pulled you down into a kiss then. his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. you fell against him, forehead against his temple, arms wrapped around his shoulders, breaths coming in faster.
the new angle made him hit deeper, if it was even humanly possible, his tip kissing your cervix with every sharp thrust. gasps, sighs, and desperate whispers were filling the room, no space left between you.
rafe could feel your walls clenching around him, indicating that you weren’t gonna last much longer. “keep going, don’t stop.” he smirked, watching you bounce on him frantically while you were chasing that sweet release.
he tightened his grip on your hips, pounding into you from underneath until you finally broke. your body shuddered, back arching as your orgasm rushed through you. a broken cry ripping from your throat.
“milk my cock, sissy. fuckkk” rafe followed right after with a guttural roar, his body twitching as he spilled himself deep inside you. painting your soft walls with his seed.
coming down from your high you collapsed into him fully, trembling and dazed, head buried in the crook of his neck. “already a fucking pro.” he chuckled, his chest still rising fast. “think we’re done with practice now and can move on..”
