warnings! : noncon, somnophilia, stepcest, drugging (roofies), use of alcohol, unprotected sex
!UNCONSCIOUS PEOPLE DON'T WANT TEA!
(semi proof read)
You'd been acting like a bitch all day.
You'd whined, and whined, and whined until Rafe gave into driving you to some party on the outskirts of figure eight,
when he finally agreed, you were pissy for the entire ride, mad that your friends would be leaving shortly, and that the guy you wanted to see might've left already.
That drove him insane.
A guy?
You were getting Rafe to drive you to see another man.
Despicable.
You should've known that Rafe was the only guy who could have you.
Stupid girl.
Once you got to the party, you hardly thanked him before bolting out of his truck, whipping out you phone, and running up to a bleachy-blonde boy, wearing baggy jeans and a green, graphic-tee, above a long, white sleeve shirt.
Reefer.
Rafe could practically smell the weed radiating off of the dude.
No wonder your type in boys was just as low-class as you were.
As the night went on,
Rafe kept spying you with that guy, who's name he'd learntâdue to your drunken coosâwas Brooks, all night.
He could tell that your relationship was primarily innocent, and that you were shy around him, giggling like some kind of school-girl with a crush when ever Brooks touched your thigh or poured a shot into your mouth.
The touching was fine, the whispering was fine, the drinking was fine.
But when Rafe took his eyes off of the two off you for ten minutes to use the bathroom, and came back out to see the two of you, in a corner, your arms around Brooks' neck, and your fingers sunk into his messy, unkept hair, his arms at your back, hands low down, squeezing at your ass, whilst the two of you were locked in a sloppy, broken kiss.
That shit was far from fine.
He wanted to punch that asshole square in the face, and show him one of the many photos he had of you on his phone, unconscious with your legs spread open for him, your top or nightgown bunched up, showcasing your soft tits and hard nipples, and your tight, untouched pussy swallowing his fingertip.
Instead, he kept his head, and his cool, making his way over to the kitchen, where there were tonnes of alcoholic beverages', and the one thing he came for sitting bang in the middleâthe punch bowl.
He snatched a red solo cup up and scooped some of the red liquid into it, until it was halfway full.
Then he reached into his pocket, popping out a single white tablet from an aluminium-plastic casing before dropping it into the drink he'd made for you, waiting until the tablet had dissolved, and was done fizzing before he even started making his way to you.
When he got to you, you were still intently kissing that idiot.
He cleared his throat, "Y/N."
You and Brooks both pulled away at the same time, giggling once you guys had realised what you'd done.
You looked to Rafe over your shoulder, a puzzled expression etched onto your features, "What?" You questioned brashly, with your arms still around Brooks' neck, his hands circling under your asscheeks now.
"Let's go." Rafe instructed sternly, eyes flickering from yours, to where that blonde idiot was touching your body.
Brooks interjected, "It's cool man, I've got her."
You turned back to Brooks, asking him an excitedly, "Really?" The thought of getting to spend more time with the boy you liked, and maybe even get a ride back home from him, nothing but thrilling to you.
Before he could respond, Rafe scoffed, "No, not really. Get your hands off of him, Y/N."
"Don't talk to her like that, dude." Brooks defended, voice still slurred, but much harder than it had been just moments ago.
"Don't grope her whilst she's fucking drunk." Rafe spat, hypocritically.
"Woah," Brooks' hands faltered on the swell of your ass, "this is consensual, man." His speech was slightly laboured, clearly as drunk as you were.
"She's coming home with me," Rafe shot back, "she's my sister." He said, fucking hating that he was calling you thatâhis sister.
"Step-sister." Brooks corrected smugly, giving your ass one final squeeze when he saw Rafe's eyes drop back down to his hands.
Whilst the two boys were arguing, you'd busied yourself with roaming your hands along Brooks' face, sweeping his hair back, humming to yourself drunkenly.
After about a minute, you got bored and sighed, breaking their conversation. "It's okay." You said as sharply as you could manage, looking at Brooks, "I'll go with Rafe," you poked Brooks' cheek. "I'll see you around." You pressed one last kiss to his lips whilst he muttered a disappointed 'goodbye' against yours.
You let Brooks go, unaware of the shit-eating grin Rafe was flashing at him, and saluted Rafe, "Hey-yo."
He just nodded, sweeping his arm around you waist and leading you through the crowd.
"That was the guy I was talking about, Rafe, isn't he so cuâ"
"Shut up, and drink," he ordered harshly, thrusting a half-full cup of punch in front of you.
You took it, obedient in your intoxication, and started quietly sipping the cherry-flavoured drink, letting Rafe lead you back into his car.
Half way through the drive home, when your drink was already long goneâyou started feeling it.
You sloppily slapped your hand against your forehead, letting out a shallow pant, "Rafe?" You slurred, internally panicking when your arm slid right back down, "I... feel... really not good."
"Oh?" He cooed, smirking as he glanced over at you, slouching in the passenger seat of his car, legs spread enough that your denim mini-skirt had ridden almost all the way up your hips.
"Mmh," you fussed, fumbling in attempts to unwind a window, "Rae... it's hot. ...Window."
"You want me to unwind a window, baby?"
You whined, the entire car feeling like it was spinning, "Yea..."
He wasn't evil.
He unwound your window half way.
Immediately, you leant towards it, sticking your tongue out in the air, as if that could sober you up.
"Get your head back in the car, Y/N," Rafe reached over, gripping your shoulder roughly and straightening you up.
"Noo..." You complained, your hands flapping as you tried to grip the top of the window, "please?"
By the time you were back at Tanny-Hill, you were hardly responsive and completely pliant.
"C'mon," Rafe grunted, slinging your arm over his shoulder before tugging you out of the car, "let's go."
You hummed, your arm unconsciously swatting Rafe's chest.
He held his hand over your mouth the whole way up the stairs, keeping you as quiet as he could, the drool that collected in his palm sending blood rushing to his dick.
Once the two of you were in your room, and the door was safely locked behind you, Rafe walked you over to your bed and gave you a light push, making you land flat on your stomach, an 'oof' sound escaping your lips when you did.
He glared down at you, your knees lazily sinking to the floor, leaving you bent over the side of your bed.
He could see your entire, exposed ass, so naturally, he shoved your skirt up, to check if you'd even been wearing any panties at all.
Leaving you skirt bunched at you hips, your soft huffs and mumbles of discontentment entirely ignored, as he saw the thin, lacy piece of white fabric that was tucked between your asscheeks.
He'd never seen this one before.
It was new.
You'd bought it for Brooks, he thought,
and you'd worn it to that party,
ready for that loser to take your virginity.
"Fuck no," Rafe muttered, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them apart, the skin feeling softer than he'd ever imagined it would.
He pinched the hem of the panties and tugged them down your thighs, seeing the wet patch in the middle of the fabric as he did so.
He scoffed, pressing his ringed middle finger into your warm, slimy slit.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" He crooned, pulling his finger away, and perching his hands under your arms to drag you onto your bed, your back flat against the bed now.
"Rafe?" You breathed out, eyes glossy and unfocused as you attempted to look at him, your head lulling from side to side, "...Wh..."
"Shh," he hushed, pulling your panties the rest of the way down, and shoving them into his pocket.
"No..." You sighed softly, trying to bring your hands up to ward him away from your private areas, and failing miserably.
He undid the your skirt's zipper and tugged it down your legsâhanging off of the bed from the knee downâand tossed it absently, more focused on the delicious sight of you laid out for him, completely naked from your hips.
Next was your top half.
He bought his hands to the bottom of your, white, strapped, babydoll t-shirt, pulling it over your head once he'd straightened out your arms, leaving you in only your white, fluorescent bra.
Rafe was speedy to unclasp that too, pulling it off to treat himself to the sight of your, perky, supple titsâyour nipples pebbling in the cool air.
The only things he left on you were the thin, gold necklace you always wore around your neck, and your white, strap-heels, because fucking chicks in heels always turned him on.
Jesus.
He hardly knew where to start.
You looked perfect.
He was overwhelmed by the possibilities.
You moaned in dismay, wriggling weakly, drool streaming down your cheeks.
He cooed, "Aw," he leant over you, wiping the drool from your cheeks, "you getting needy?"
You just whimpered, your head falling limp onto Rafes hand.
He pulled his hands away, wiping the spit off from his hands and onto your thighs, still entirely unsure if he wanted to take his time, or if he wanted to relieve himself as quick as possible, his pants straining, dick throbbing painfully.
"Rae..." You whimpered pathetically, losing all control of your body now, feeling like your bones had been replaced with rocks. "No," you huffed, words coming out gargly, due to the saliva that had been collecting in your mouth, unable to swallow in your weak state.
"Shut the fuck up," he ordered, growing angry by the fact that you were still able to refuse him in your haze, "you want this." He clamped his hand around your jaw, and shoved your head to the side, to let the spit out of your mouth, ensuring that you didn't choke.
"Slut..." He muttered, full of contempt, thinking back to the way you'd been letting that asshole kiss you and feel you.
He thought about the slutty, inviting panties of yours he had bundled up in his pocket.
You were lucky he even wanted you.
You were clearly so desperate to lose your virginity that he was sure you'd be happy for anyone to take it from you.
He was simply just doing you a favour.
You should've been thanking him really.
But no, you were still trying to refuse him.
In the haze of his anger, and arousal, he hardly even realised he'd pushed his pants down to his ankles, boxers too, and had started stroking his thick cock, rubbing the slitted head, lubing himself with all the precum that had been leaking from his slit.
"Yeah," he grunted, stepping between your legs, grabbing your hip with one hand, still jerking himself off with the other, angling your groin up, so he could see your pussyâclean, shaved and so, so unviolated.
It was pathetic.
You were as good as a woman and you'd still never been touched by anyone other than yourselfâand Rafe too, but you didn't know that.
He wondered if you were a picky, brat with your virginity too,
because there was surely no way that a guy would turn you down if you wanted to have sex, was there?
Rafe shook his head, there was no way.
He stopped pumping himself, worried that he'd cum before even getting inside of you.
You'd always been so tight, practically drinking his fingertips when he plunged them into you in your sleep every so often.
He couldn't wait to feel you suck his dick in instead.
He bent over you, turning your head flat against the bed again and harshly wiping your lips, getting the residue of Brooks off of them, before he captured them with his own.
Your mouth gaped open, allowing him to push his tongue in, and taste the mixture of beers, punch, and mint gum.
He lapped up your taste, pushing your head back to the side when he was done tugging your bottom lip between his teeth.
He took the hand he'd been using to pump himself with to your vulnerable clit, rubbing small circles into it, watching your eyebrows furrow, treasuring the sounds of your soft whimpers and huffs.
"Yeah," he breathed out again, sliding his fingertip into your soaked cunt, getting off on the idea of his precum already inside of you.
He couldn't wait any longer.
He stood back up, clamping his hands down onto your hips, dragging your body further down the side of the bed, until your hips were at the very edge.
He nudged your thighs open with his knees, tilting your hips up so he could see your glistening heat.
Lining himself up, he nudged the thick, pink, mushroom head of his cock against your puffy clit, spreading his precum along it, revelling in the slimy string that stretched between the two of you when he shifted his hips back.
"Fuck," he cursed, fingers digging into your hips as he forced himself not to cum right then, before even getting into you.
He circled his tip around your cunt, feeling the way your sleepy walls fluttered around the head of his cock when he pushed it in.
"Holy..." He spluttered, easing into you, watching as his length disappeared into that desperate hole of yours, your walls stretching around his girth.
It was taking him everything not to just cum inside of you right then and thereâthe thrill of the possible consequences making him even more eager.
Finally bottoming out, his hips lined directly against yours, his entire length swallowed into you.
He pulled his shirt over his head, getting hotter by the very second.
At this point, you were as good as unconscious, panting and whimpering involuntarily when Rafe ground into you.
His movements began slowly, Rafe taking in the sight of his cock shiny with your arousal, letting himself get comfortable and calm enough to not nut so earlyâlike some excited teenager.
Reaching a hand to toy with your boob, the other still clamped down on your hip, he pressed his thumb into your nipple, softening it, and pinching an flicking it afterwards to harden it all over again.
"Mmh," you sighed sleepily, drool still slipping from between your parted lips.
That only egged him on even more, his hips forming even, steady thrusts, pulling halfway out, before sliding back into you.
You felt so good, and he was far too excited, and high, to risk fucking you as fast as possibleâhe wanted this to last.
He would fuck you better the next time.
When he was sober and prepared for the feeling of your spongy walls pulsing and lazily clenching around him.
He knew it'd be so much better when you were fully awake.
He could hardly wait for it.
The mere thought of it, bought him so close to the edge.
His thrusts became slower and sloppier, the tension growing in his pelvis, his tip burning with nerves every time it nudged your cervix.
"Fuck," he grunted, bringing his hands both to your hips, deciding on dragging your body up and down against his hips, that being far easier than him thrusting himself.
Within moments, he was releasing, shooting spurs of his white, hot seed deep into your cunt, pulling your hips down against his and grinding into you to get him through his high.
He stayed like that, grinding into you as his cock softened between your fluttering, used walls.
He wished he could just crawl into bed with you, cockwarming in your warm, snug pussy all night, but he knew that no real good could come from him doing that.
Slowly, he slid himself out of you, spreading your thighs open to see his cloudy cum leaking down you folds and down between your asscheeks.
The sight was enough to have him semi-hard again already.
He stopped himself from doing anything more and pulled his underpants and khakis back up.
Looking over you, he puzzled with what to do.
After a few moments, he took the end of his shirt, and wiped it over your pussy, collecting the cum that had managed to leak out of you, stopping when you were dry enough that when you woke up you wouldn't think someone had fucked you.
He then made his way to your wardrobe and pulled out a pink, satin nightgown and slipped it onto you easily.
Rafe had to seriously wonder before he decided that it'd be best if he returned your panties, retrieving them from his pocket and sliding them back up your legs.
Lastly, he took of your heels and dragged you onto the middle of your bed, leaving laying you on your side.
He put his shirt back on and left,
knowing he'd absolutely be back.
He'd had a real taste and now,
he was hooked.
