You walk around the house in shorts that, if you look long enough, show your ass, and a tank top. You couldn't help it, it was hot outside. Stepbro!rafe would usually enjoy being able to see you like this but he wasn't the biggest fan when he had a bunch of his friends over that were very much ogling at you as well.
When you bend over to pick something up and he sees the way everyone looks at you, he takes it upon himself to go behind you and whisper in your ear, "Get your ass upstairs. Don't need all my friends eye-fuckin' you." He says in a demeaning way.
"I'm not even doing anything." You complain. "Besides, I can do whatever I want." You retort.
Rafe slaps your ass at your words, in front of everyone, mind you, and you gasp. You punch his chest, even if it does nothing, and storm off, completely mortified that he did that in front of everyone and mad that he even did that in the first place.
His friends definitely started to question the nature of your relationship after that. He doesn't give a fuck. Maybe now they'll know you're his.
You were in the kitchen, minding your own business, when your mother walked into the room. She looked upset and made it known that she, in fact, was, when she started raising her voice at you.
Your mom started off complaining about how you need to do more around the house even though you did help a lot around the house, you just weren't constantly on your knees cleaning. You just stayed quiet as you took her yelling at you.
She then went on to talk about how you're always at home and need to get a life. Your mom mentioned how you need to make more friends and start putting yourself out there, maybe even get a boyfriend. You retorted that you had some good friends but you didn't want to have friends to just have friends and how you weren't interested in anyone being your boyfriend right now. You shouldn't even said anything because that caused her to go on a whole other spiel.
She started to rant about how you always had an attitude with her. She talked about how you needed to shut your mouth and respect her. You just stood there as she went on and on about how you needed to stop talking back.
You were standing there as she just kept repeating and complaining about the same thing over and over. You were about to burst out crying. Neither of you had known that Rafe had gotten home from the country club in the middle of the argument, or more, just your mom yelling at you, and heard basically everything. He retreated upstairs.
Finally, she stopped and you went upstairs to your bedroom. When you opened the door, you saw Rafe sitting on your bed. You were tearing up and seeing him in your room made you frustrated.
"Oh my god. Get out, Rafe." You complained.
"Don't get mad at me. I'm not the one who yelled at you." Rafe said as he shut the door behind you, locking it. "Why was she yellin' at you anyway?" He asked as he stood directly in front of you, looking down at you.
"It doesn't matter, Rafe." You say.
"Fine, you don't want no one to talk to, that's fine-" Rafe starts to walk towards the door, acting like he was going to leave.
"She was going on and on about a bunch of things." You blurt out and he looks back at you. "About how I don't help enough at home, how I don't go out enough, don't have enough friends, how I don't have a boyfriend." You tell him.
"Why's it matter that you don't got a boyfriend?" Rafe asks, only really hearing that one thing. He walked closer to you and put his hands on your arms.
"I don't know." You say. "She's always complaining that I don't have one."
Rafe's hands move to your waist as he looks down at you, pulling your body practically flush against him. In any normal circumstances, you would've pushed him away but you were way too upset, you weren't thinking straight right now.
"You don't need a boyfriend. None of the guys on Figure 8 would treat you right and you sure as hell ain't gettin' with some pogue." Rafe says, a harsh edge to his words.
"She's never happy with me. It's always something." You complain as you tear up. "I hate living here. I wish I'd just gone to college somewhere and gotten out of here." You continue.
"Then you wouldn't have me." Rafe says, almost cockily.
"You just add to everything." You say, a bit meanly.
"Hey." Rafe says. "I'm here comfortin' you, ain't I?" He responds, his words firm. "You know I gotch'ya, little sis." He says, his hands rubbing your hips. You go quiet. "I'm here." Rafe says.
Rafe decides to use this moment of vulnerability for you as a way in. He leans down and kisses you. You tense up at the contact as you whine. He pulls you closer, his bigs arms wrapped around you as he deepens the kiss. Sickly, you give in, relaxing into the kiss and even kissing him back.
The two of you kiss until you can barely breathe so you pull away, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and regret coursing through your veins.
The next few days, you were so full of shame that you avoided him at all costs, as a matter of fact, you avoided everyone in your family as much as you could, even if your mother and step father had no clue about what had happened between Rafe and you.
The worst part of it all was that the kiss and being in his embrace like that felt so good even if it was so wrong.
Thinking about reader watching the second season of The Secret Lives of Mormon Wives and Rafe saying it’s stupid but lowkey getting really into the drama as he sits on the couch and watches it with you. You tease him for it and he just says, "How am I not supposed to watch it when it's always on the damn tv?"
Stepbro!rafe stands on the patio in the back of Tannyhill. Topper stands next to him, the both of them having a freshly opened bud light in their hand. Rafe sips from it as he looks at you. You and your friend lie on your stomach on towels by the pool as you tanned, your skin almost glowing in the sunlight. Rafe can’t help looking at your ass in those skimpy bikini bottoms. Topper’s standing right there but he just assumes Rafe is looking at your friend, though even if Topper knew Rafe was really looking at you, Rafe probably wouldn’t care.
You glance up, noticing eyes on you, and you make eye contact with Rafe, even if you were far from each other. You could tell he was staring and you just roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies it gave you as you went back to lying down to tan.
You wake up with your heart pounding from the dream, or well, nightmare, you just had. You had dreamed an intruder had broke into the house. The intruder had come inside and kidnapped you. Yes, that was kind of stereotypical nightmare but it was scary.
You were left feeling pretty shaken up from the nightmare but you decided to just try and go back to sleep. You were lying on the bed with your eyes shut for a long time but the images in your mind from your nightmare were impeding your ability to fall asleep.
You didn't know what to do. You opened your eyes as you huffed out loud in frustration. Although you were scared, you felt like you needed to do something or else you'd be up all night.
Maybe you needed to get up and wake up a little bit and take a breather before going back to bed, you thought. You grabbed your phone, turning the flashlight on to full brightness, before getting out of bed.
You were just going to go downstairs and get a cup of water but when you opened the bedroom door, you were met with Rafe. Rafe had just gotten home from a party and was just going to check and see if you were awake. You jumped and let out a little yelp after being startled.
Rafe laughs a little, "What are you doin' up?"
"Nothing.." You mumble, not wanting to admit you were being a scaredy cat because of a nightmare.
"You sure?" Rafe questions, noticing the expression on your face.
You break. "I had a nightmare and I can't go back to sleep." You admit, embarrassed.
"Oh, yeah?" Rafe responds, an amused smile on his face.
"Forget it." You say, feeling like he was making fun of you. You're about to go back in the room but he grabs your wrist.
"Come on. I was just teasin'." Rafe says, you were so sensitive sometimes.
"I just... don't want to be alone." You admit.
“You won’t be if you stop bein’ so damn bratty.” Rafe scolds you a little. You just roll your eyes in response.
Rafe brings you into his room and you crawl into his bed, going under the covers. You lie there while he changed into pajamas before he came into bed. Honestly, you usually would've never gone into his bed like this. You were just really scared. I mean, yes when he came into your bed you'd eventually give in- but you always put up a little bit of a fight! Or at least that's what you told yourself.
You shut your eyes as he lays next to you, feeling comforted from feeling someone's presence next to you. Especially since it was a man that could definitely protect you. The only downside was that it was your annoying step brother.
Rafe wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him without any warning, not giving you a chance to react. His big arms hold you against him. You try and pry his arms off you but there was really no point.
"I don't get why you always feel the need to fight me." Rafe comments from behind you. "Just let your big brother take care of you. I'll protect you." He adds and you cringe a little at his words but also feel a sense of solace.
You huff as you don't say a word and shut your eyes. Rafe just lets out a breathy laugh as he shuts his eyes as well. It didn't take long for him to drift off and in turn, for you to fall asleep as well. Maybe going to your step brother for comfort wasn't so bad; as long as you could deal with some teasing.
Bsf!rafe can't take how hot you look right now in your short little dress that's a little too short. He can feel himself getting hard and he wants to be subtle but it’s difficult. The fact that he won’t stop looking at your ass in it doesn’t help either.
Rafe tells you he’s going to the bathroom. He goes to the bathroom, sure, but when he gets inside he shuts and locks the door and unbuttons his pants before pulling his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring out. He moves his hand up and down his erect dick, quickly because he doesn’t want you to suspect anything.
It doesn’t take long for him to come all over a tissue he grabbed from the tissue box on the counter. He throws it out and puts his clothes back on before running a finger through his hair and sighing, going back out to you.
“You okay, Rafe?” You ask, completely unknowing of what he just did in the bathroom.
Your mother and Ward had differing opinions on you and stepbro!rafe's relationship.
Your mother honestly thought it was kind of sweet. She was unsure if you and Rafe would get along when her and Ward got together and that was an even bigger concern of hers when you both moved into Tannyhill.
When she saw you two interact, she'd notice the way you were a bit mean to him and she'd even bring up the fact that you were too mean to him when he was trying to build a better relationship with you. Hence, when she saw you "getting along" which was really you either giving up or giving into your hidden feelings for him, it made her happy.
Ward on the other hand knew his son. He was honestly concerned when he found out your mother had a daughter that was only 2 years younger than Rafe. When he saw the way Rafe acted towards you, the little touches and the way he talked to you, it made him a little grossed out. He didn't bother to mention it to your mother though because he just didn't have the energy to bother. Plus, when he saw the way you sometimes gave in, he truly just gave up.
Stepbro!rafe who spots you sitting on the couch, scrolling on your phone, unaware of his presence. You're too focused on reading the caption of someone's Instagram post to see him walk over to the couch. You only notice when you feel his weight next to you and his arm resting on the cushion behind you. He looks down at your phone screen.
You shut your phone off and try and push him away but he doesn't even budge. "Rafe, go away." You whine.
"I can't sit next to my little sis?" Rafe retorts, clearly amused with your frustration.
"You don't have to be so close." You mention, which was true, as you continue to try and push him away.
Rafe grabs your wrist and pushes it back your way. "Relax." He scolds you a little. He lets go of your wrist and you go back to being on your phone, giving up because you knew you wouldn't be able to push him away.
Your mother and Ward walk into the living room but they don't think much of it. Your mother actually thinks it's kind of nice seeing you "getting along" with your step brother. Ward wasn't as innocent-minded as your mother when it came to your relationship but he just let it be.
Sahm!reader walks around the backyard with the baby on your hip. You’re walking around, just letting the baby get out of the high chair for a change. You talk to the baby about the most random things with the biggest smile on your face.
Rafe stands at the grill, grilling burgers and hot dogs. Topper stands right next to him, his own wife sitting at the patio table, his other friends and their wife’s or girlfriends gathered here as well.
As Rafe grills, he looks over at you and his baby girl. He takes a sip of his beer and he can’t help but feel proud of himself for choosing you.
