⌑ islander!reader dragging fwb!jj into the bathroom for a fuck 'cause she misses him
cw ! nsfw, unprotected p in v, pussy slapping, squirting.
you and jj are definitely not together. at least, that’s what you tell everyone. just friends —friends who happen to sneak off to fuck whenever they feel like it, who know each other’s bodies better than they probably should, who have been playing this dangerous little game for months.
but now, jj’s lounging on the couch, laughing at something john b said, looking so obnoxiously good with his messy blonde hair and that damn smirk. he knows you want him. he’s been teasing you all night, letting his fingers linger for a little too long on you waist every time he passed by, brushing his lips against your ear just to say something stupid. and you've had enough.
you haven't had him in days. you need him. bad.
so you do what any person in your desperate situation would do —you get up, stretch, and head towards the hallway, muttering something about wanting to lay down for a bit after you give him that look. that's all jj needs. you know the second you disappear down the hall, he’ll follow.
and of course he does.
as soon as the bathroom door clicks shut behind him, you're on him. his back hits the door with a soft thud when you slam him against it, his arms gripping your waist instinctively while he stares down at you, those stupidly pretty blue eyes shining with amusement.
"fuck, sunshine —couldn’t wait, huh?" he has the signature smug grin in his lips as he talks. "you that desperate for my dick?"
that little smirks does unholy things to you. "shut up."
gripping the nape of his neck, you tug him down to press a hungry kiss to his rosy lips, letting out a soft whimper. he doesn't waste any time, his tongue pushing into your mouth, kissing you back with the same intensity. his hands slide down from your waist to grip your plump ass, pulling you flush against him so you can feel his hardening cock.
after a couple of minutes, he pulls away just enough to whisper against your mouth, "bossy."
"you like it," you mutter back, full lips curling into a pretty smirk.
your small hands move to grip the hem of his worn out t-shirt, eagerly tugging at it to get it off his perfect body. he chuckles, low and deep in his throat as he lifts his arms, letting you pull the shirt up and off. his chest is bare now, all toned muscles and warm skin making you drool.
"yeah, i really fuckin' do," he admits, hands also moving to help you take off your own.
beneath your top you're not wearing anything so when he yanks it off, you're left bare chested, pretty tits bouncing out of the thin fabric. his eyes darken at the sight immediately, scanning your body like he’s hungry for you in a way that makes you ache.
his hands are rough as they slide up your sides, and the feeling of his calloused palms against your soft skin makes your breath hitch. you have to bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan, when his thumbs graze over your perky nipples, and you shudder, arching into him, eager for more contact.
"shit, you’re so damn soft," jj mutters under his breath as he leans forward to kiss down your neck, lips slowly trailing over the sexy tan lines on your chest. "fuckin' love your body..."
“fuck, jay...” you whimper, fingers tugging at his waistband, eager to get him out of his clothes.
he chuckles against your throat at how needy you sound, his lips moving to capture yours while his hands slide down, cupping your ass before he lifts you up like you weight nothing. instinctively, you lock your legs around his waist, feeling his thick cock pressing against your sex through his board shorts, which makes you gasp into the kiss.
he walks you over to the old counter, setting you down so you’re sitting on the cool surface, which creaks beneath your weight, making you both pause for just a second.
"you want it, sunshine?" he teases, voice low and raspy. "my dick so deep inside you?" his hands squeeze your supple thighs, pulling you closer to him him. "say it, pretty girl."
"yeah," you start to say, but then he grinds against your pussy and all rational thought vanishes instantly.
"yeah, what?" he prompts.
he moves his hips again so his dick drags against your clit through the thin fabric of both your bottoms, his hands gripping your legs like he’s holding on for dear life.
"need your dick inside my pussy so bad," you answer to his enjoyment, struggling to hold back your pretty whimpers.
"that's it, sunshine. fuckin' love when you beg for it," he praises.
letting go of one leg, he pushes down his shorts and boxers, just enough to free his large, thick cock, which is fully hard for you. you mouth waters when you see it, and you're tempted to drop to your knees for him, but you don’t have time for that —not today. a gentle tap on your thigh brings you back to reality, and you hear jj asking you to lift up, so you obey, hips lifting from the sink as his fingers grip the waistband of your shorts.
he yanks them down and off of you in one swift movement, along with your panties, tossing them somewhere across the bathroom without a care.
"fuck– pussy looks so pretty and wet for me," he groans out, watching with hungry eyes as you spread your tanned legs for him.
"you been teasin' me all day..." you whine in response, sweet voice all breathy and shaky.
your cunt is already throbbing in anticipation as you wait for him to do something, anything really.
"yeah, well... how about i make it up to you, huh?" he smirked, fisting his cock and giving it a couple of pumps. without warning, he rubs the head against your slick folds, teasing your puffy clit with it. "you missed having this dick?"
your whole body shudders at his action, little bundle of nerves buzzing from pleasure. you can feel your pussy clenching around thin air, begging to be filled up.
"jay," you cry out almost pathetically, "stop that."
"stop what?"
he chuckles mischievously, dragging his length up and down your slit oh-so-slowly, the fat tip pushing against your opening briefly before he pulls back, denying you both again.
"stop teasing, fuck," you huff, finally snapping.
your hand sneaks between your bodies to wrap around his shaft, lining him up with your dripping hole before you sink onto him, and you both have to bite back a moan of pure relief. he nearly loses his balance at how good you feel squeezing his cock, one hand slamming against the counter behind you for support.
"shit..." he hisses through clenched teeth, his free hand keeping you spread open for him. "that's so hot..."
it drives him crazy when you take control like that, and you know it, so you enjoy doing it every now and then —despite how much you love him being in charge. his face burrows into the crook of your neck as he tries to keep his cool, and his hips start moving slowly, pulling out just an inch or so before sliding back in, his thick cock stretching you out so good.
"fuck, you feel like heaven."
you have to reach up to cover your mouth while you throw your head back against the mirror, muffling a whiny moan that you can't possibly hold back. jj’s fingers dig into your hips, his grip bruising as he finally starts to move, fucking into you with hard, deep strokes that have your breath hitching.
his lips find your jaw, then your ear, voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he says, "pussy's squeezing me so tight... she’s fuckin' made f'me."
he punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, making you choke on a gasp. with the way his dick pumps into your cunt just right, it's impossible to look anything but a complete mess for him. you can't even bring yourself to care about the rest of the pogues hearing anymore, not even when the sink creaks with every thrust.
he leans back slightly to watch as his dick slides in and out of your perfect, puffy pussy. the sight is so fucking hot that he can't help but pick up the pace even more, slamming into you over and over again until the sound of bodies slapping together echoes loudly through the bathroom. your cunt is soon fluttering around him, and the muscles in your tummy tighten as you approach your climax, the pleasure so much that it has your pretty little toes curling.
"shit, you're gonna make me nut if you keep doing that," he groans, and you can hear the strain in his voice.
"uhm, can't help it..." you mumble.
smirking roguishly, you clench around him again, voluntarily this time, and his eyes roll back as he bites his lip, trying his hardest not to come just yet. he knows you're close too, and he wants to make you cum first.
"such a tease..."
he punishes you by slapping your clit, making it sting. but then he starts rubbing it, and the combination between pain and pleasure makes the coil in your belly snap, pussy squirting around his dick when you finally orgasm. your release leaves you shaking and panting for air, almost crying from how intense it is —you have to bite down on your lip to keep quiet, so hard that you almost draw blood.
and you look so damn pretty, trembling beneath him and soaking his cock, that jj swears he falls in love with you on the spot, spitting out a curse while relishing in your fucked out expression.
"my gosh, sunshine, you just squirted f'me? fuck..."
the sight, added to the feeling of your snug pussy gripping him so fucking tight, has him spilling his cum inside you, head dropping back with a shaky breath. it takes everything in him not to moan out loud as he keeps thrusting erratically, pumping you full of his seed.
when you both come down from your respective highs, you notice jj is staring down at you with hearts in his eyes, but you force yourself to ignore it —not wanting to acknowledge the way it makes your heart flutter. you just push him back gently to climb down from the sink and start throwing your clothes back on.
jj is terribly hurt by that, but he also pushes the feelings away, focusing on accommodating his shirt and pants; pants which happen to be soaked in your squirt, and which cost him a lot of mocking comments from the pogues when he leaves the bathroom to go change, leaving you behind not to raise any suspicions.
"ew, jj, did you fuckin' pee yourself?"
at least, they don't seem to have noticed about your little... rendezvous.
being with rafe cameron is a mistake —one you keep making over and over again, despite knowing better. you both fight, you push him away, you tell yourself you’re done with him… and yet, every time, you come crawling right back. and rafe? he fucking lives for it.
he’s mean, rough, possessive. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s trying to break you. and in some way, maybe he is, because nothing in this world gets him harder than seeing jj maybank’s precious little sister falling apart beneath him, whimpering and completely soaked for the one guy she shouldn’t want.
he loves making you beg, loves reminding you who owns you, and no matter how much you fight it, no matter how wrong it is, you love it too.
his truck smells like sweat and sex, the windows fogged up as rafe pounds your sloppy cunt from behind like he owns it. one of his hands is in your pretty head, pushing it down onto the leather seat to make you arch your back for him, while the other is holding your wrists bruisingly tight at the bottom of your spine —yanking you back onto him, forcing you to take his cock deeper.
"god, you’re such a fuckin' mess," rafe groans, relishing in the way you’re dripping down his dick from all the times he's made you cum already, ruining his seats. "soakin' me like a desperate little whore."
he’s so mean, spitting filth that makes your insides tighten, your walls clench around him harder. every cruel word that falls from his lips has you growing wetter, despite the shame churning in your stomach. and he swears he could cum just from the way your greedy pussy is squeezing him, like it doesn't want to let go.
"this what you wanted, huh? my dumb little slut needed to get fucked stupid?" he mocks, lips curling into a dark smirk when he hears you moan in response.
every time his hips snap forward, he hits so deep you swear you might break, the fat tip of his cock almost brushing your cervix and making you literally shudder beneath him.
"rafe–" you whimper, big tears running down your flushed cheeks.
"fuck, baby, you cryin' f'me?" he groans, wiping those tears away, "god, you look damn beautiful when you cry."
but you cannot say anything in response, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps bullying your g-spot, and that makes him chuckle, large hand fisting your soft hair to yank you back against his hard chest, which causes your scalp to sting.
"so fuckin' pathetic, aren’t ya'? can’t even think, can’t do anything but let me use you," he whispers in your ear, his voice teasing —petty.
his other hand slips between your thighs, rubbing slow circles that have you crying out from how good it feels, little clit throbbing under his rough finger pads.
"look at you. so fuckin' sensitive..." he purrs, and he sounds really fucking pleased with himself for what he's doing to you. "gonna cum again f'me, princess?”
you try to shake your head no in response, try to beg for a break and squirm away from him —overstimulated, but rafe doesn't let you, gripping your throat to keep you in place.
"yeah, you fuckin' will." you can almost hear the smug smirk in his words.
you cry out, overwhelmed, but you don’t tell him to stop because you don't really want him to. your lewd moans break into something closer to sobs, and your fingers clutch desperately at the leather seats while he thrusts into your poor, sensitive cunt, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.
and when you finally fall over the edge, pleasure crashes over you so violently that it knocks the air from your lungs and makes your whole body tremble like a leaf while you scream against the seat, leaving you nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess beneath him.
rafe is right after you. he cums hard, dick twitching inside your hot, spasming cunt, which is fucking strangling him —the feeling so good that it has him trembling as he curses and moans out loud. wanting to draw out the pleasure all he can, he keeps fucking you through it, thrusts uneven and sloppy, until he's collapsing on top of you, completely spent.
for a moment, all you can do is lie there, face pressed against the leather seat, body still twitching with the aftershocks and mind fully blank. rafe doesn’t move right away either, his weight heavy on top of you, one hand smoothing over your back in slow, lazy strokes.
then, he pulls back, withdrawing his softening cock from your pussy with a grunt. he slaps your ass gently, watching with pure satisfaction in his blue eyes how his cum oozes out of you, and you can't help the little moan that follows.
“god, you look so fuckin' pretty like this. all used up. just f'me...” his fingers would definitely fuck his cum back inside you, not giving a shit that you're squirming and whining from overstimulation. "my good fuckin' girl."
i've been gone for almost three months, and i've missed writing really, really bad, but i've barely had any free time these past few weeks. again, i'm so sorry, guys.
yesterday i posted this, and i hope it makes up for my disappearance haha! i loved how it turned out, you should check it out!
being with rafe cameron is a mistake —one you keep making over and over again, despite knowing better. you both fight, you push him away, you tell yourself you’re done with him… and yet, every time, you come crawling right back. and rafe? he fucking lives for it.
he’s mean, rough, possessive. he fucks you like he hates you, like he’s trying to break you. and in some way, maybe he is, because nothing in this world gets him harder than seeing jj maybank’s precious little sister falling apart beneath him, whimpering and completely soaked for the one guy she shouldn’t want.
he loves making you beg, loves reminding you who owns you, and no matter how much you fight it, no matter how wrong it is, you love it too.
his truck smells like sweat and sex, the windows fogged up as rafe pounds your sloppy cunt from behind like he owns it. one of his hands is in your pretty head, pushing it down onto the leather seat to make you arch your back for him, while the other is holding your wrists bruisingly tight at the bottom of your spine —yanking you back onto him, forcing you to take his cock deeper.
"god, you’re such a fuckin' mess," rafe groans, relishing in the way you’re dripping down his dick from all the times he's made you cum already, ruining his seats. "soakin' me like a desperate little whore."
he’s so mean, spitting filth that makes your insides tighten, your walls clench around him harder. every cruel word that falls from his lips has you growing wetter, despite the shame churning in your stomach. and he swears he could cum just from the way your greedy pussy is squeezing him, like it doesn't want to let go.
"this what you wanted, huh? my dumb little slut needed to get fucked stupid?" he mocks, lips curling into a dark smirk when he hears you moan in response.
every time his hips snap forward, he hits so deep you swear you might break, the fat tip of his cock almost brushing your cervix and making you literally shudder beneath him.
"rafe–" you whimper, big tears running down your flushed cheeks.
"fuck, baby, you cryin' f'me?" he groans, wiping those tears away, "god, you look so damn beautiful when you cry."
but you cannot say anything in response, pretty eyes rolling to the back of your head as he keeps bullying your g-spot, and that makes him chuckle, large hand fisting your soft hair to yank you back against his hard chest, which causes your scalp to sting.
"so fuckin' pathetic, aren’t ya'? can’t even think, can’t do anything but let me use you," he whispers in your ear, his voice teasing —petty.
his other hand slips between your thighs, rubbing slow circles that have you crying out from how good it feels, little clit throbbing under his rough finger pads.
"look at you. so fuckin' sensitive..." he purrs, and he sounds really fucking pleased with himself for what he's doing to you. "gonna cum again f'me, princess?”
you try to shake your head no in response, try to beg for a break and squirm away from him —overstimulated, but rafe doesn't let you, gripping your throat to keep you in place.
"yeah, you fuckin' will." you can almost hear the smug smirk in his words.
you cry out, overwhelmed, but you don’t tell him to stop because you don't really want him to. your lewd moans break into something closer to sobs, and your fingers clutch desperately at the leather seats while he thrusts into your poor, sensitive cunt, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.
and when you finally fall over the edge, pleasure crashes over you so violently that it knocks the air from your lungs and makes your whole body tremble like a leaf while you scream against the seat, leaving you nothing but a shaking, incoherent mess beneath him.
rafe is right after you. he cums hard, dick twitching inside your hot, spasming cunt, which is fucking strangling him —the feeling so good that it has him trembling as he curses and moans out loud. wanting to draw out the pleasure all he can, he keeps fucking you through it, thrusts uneven and sloppy, until he's collapsing on top of you, completely spent.
for a moment, all you can do is lie there, face pressed against the leather seat, body still twitching with the aftershocks and mind fully blank. rafe doesn’t move right away either, his weight heavy on top of you, one hand smoothing over your back in slow, lazy strokes.
then, he pulls back, withdrawing his softening cock from your pussy with a grunt. he slaps your ass gently, watching with pure satisfaction in his blue eyes how his cum oozes out of you, and you can't help the little moan that follows.
“god, you look so fuckin' pretty like this. all used up. just f'me...” his fingers would definitely fuck his cum back inside you, not giving a shit that you're squirming and whining from overstimulation. "my good fuckin' girl."
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.
hey girl! you should definitely should write some one shots more often. you’re so good at it
hi!! thank you so much @drewstarrrkey ! ❤️🫶🏻
i really, really wish i could write and post daily, but i've barely got time to do it. i study during the week and work on weekends, so my free time is quite limited. 😔
despite that, i love writing with all my heart, and i love to spend that little time writing the little i can.
synopsis. after stepbro!rafe shows you how to have sex, you put your knowledge into practice with jj maybank.
warnings. this is a continuation of my rafe's one shot i'll show you. mentions of stepbro!rafe x reader. nsfw. innocent!reader, virgin!reader (kinda, to understand this you must read the first part), jj is really sweet in this, mentions of fingering, p in v, unprotected sex. i think that's it, this is a soft smut.
word count. 3,5k.
author's note. i'm back!! sorry for taking so long to update, i hope this makes up for it! english isn't my first language and this isn't quite proofread, so there might be mistakes. enjoy! ♡
is it wrong that you did not cancel your date at the end? i mean, at first you felt like it was the right thing to do after what happened with rafe, but the next day you thought: why the hell should i do that? rafe and you are nothing serious, in fact, you could never be, since he's your stepbrother, and, even though what he did to you the other night felt so, so good, you know you have to move on from it —and him, at some point.
what better way than to fuck another guy?
you are nervous when jj picks you up in his old truck. luckily, rafe isn't home at the moment. despite knowing that you don't owe him fidelity, you know he will go feral if he finds out about this, especially if he sees you getting on jj maybank's car; he hates his guts and will probably kill the blonde if he discovers you are going on a date with him.
you are definitely willing to take that risk, tho.
when the evening is almost reaching its end, you're really happy that you did. jj is handsome, funny, and treats you like a damn princess the whole day. he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner —even thought you told him it wasn't necessary, knowing that he is probably struggling with collage tuition already, and you both spend hours talking about everything: your life, his life, college, your classes, hobbies... you're totally stunned by how easy it is to talk to him, and, needless to say, you don't want this night to end. so when jj proposes you to go back to his dorm with him, you cannot refuse the offer.
to be honest, you are freaking out a little as the both of you climb up the stairs of his fraternity house, heading to his dormitory. you are thankful not to meet any of his frat bros on your way there —you are not in the mood the hear silly fratboys' comments or remarks right now.
it is the first time you are doing something like this, the whole dating thing is new to you, let alone the hooking up with a hot guy part... well, aside from that one time with rafe the other night, of course, thought that doesn't really count, does it? you pray that jj doesn't realise your inexperience, since you don't want him to think that you are a prude or anything like that. but fuck, you are probably the biggest prude to walk the earth at the moment; twenty and still a virgin —should that be an endangered species?
the sound of jj unlocking his door brings you back to reality and he lets you in first. as soon as you both enter his room, he quickly locks the door behind you, wanting to make sure that no one will disturb the two of you tonight. when he turns to look at you, he notices how nervously you're biting your lip, and he finds it incredibly cute.
"hey," he calls out to you, smiling.
"mhmm?" you hum in response, feeling how your cheeks flush a little as you look around and take your surroundings.
jj's bedroom is totally what you were expecting from a frat boy like him, to be honest, textbooks all over the place, walls filled in with sports posters and beer cans everywhere. you realise how hard you are focusing on every little thing in here not to face him.
he walks over to you and gently takes your hand in his to try and grab your attention, giving it a reassuring squeeze while he says, "you're so quiet all of a sudden... is everything okay?"
he looks down at you with concern, his thumb caressing the back of your hand soothingly. his gentle touch has your skin prickling in response and that fact only makes you more nervous if possible.
you force yourself to look up at him, fixing your bambi eyes in his blue eyes as you reply, "yeah, everything's fine."
you also nod reassuringly as you speak, trying so hard to appear convincing, but you are not very sure it turned out that well. he simply smiles softly at your attempt to seem casual —which it's totally not working because he can see right through it, and gently pulls you a bit closer.
"hey, you don't have to pretend with me, beautiful... your face is pretty expressive, you know," he murmurs.
he playfully taps your nose with his finger, trying to lighten the mood. unconsciously, you scruch it at the tap, the sight so fucking cute that jj's smile only grows bigger.
"don't you worry 'bout it, 'm fine... promise," you insist.
you refuse to recognise in front of him that you are insanely nervous just at the mere thought of possibly getting to third base with him tonight... that would be embarrassing. he chuckles warmly at your stubbornness, and rather than arguing with you, he surprises you by stepping closer, one hand gently resting on your cheek.
"you know what i think?" his voice drops to a flirty whisper as he leans in closer. "i think you're a bit nervous."
your breath hitches in response to his sudden closeness, cheeks flushing bright red as he calls your bluff. is there any point in trying to keep denying it? yeah, probably not.
"maybe a little..." you admit in a tiny voice, chewing on your plump bottom lip anxiously.
as soon as you confess, his expression softens, and he smiles warmly at you. "see, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teases gently, his thumb gently tilting your chin up so that you're looking directly into his eyes.
you shake your head as an answer, silently agreeing with him. your heart is beating so fast in your chest that you can hear the loud thumping in your ears. you like feeling this kind of nervous, tho, the kind that has your skin tingling in anticipation and your hands itching to reach and touch him —or maybe you are just associating the feeling to the memory of what happened the last time you felt like this, ahem, ahem, your stepbro shoving his fingers all the way inside your tight pussy.
why are you even thinking about that right now? you are blushing, thank god that jj cannot tell why.
he laughs slightly, thinking you are just being shy, his eyes never leaving yours. "you know what? i'm a little nervous too." he admits as his free hand comes up to gently brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his usual confident exterior cracking just a bit. "i really like you, and i don't want to mess this up..."
you can't help but smile, finding comfort in his words even though you know that he is probably just saying it to make you feel better —he likely has lots of experience in this, unlike you, but his reassuring actions definitely help to keep your mind at ease.
"really?"
he nods, his ocean blue eyes shining with sincerity. "really," he repeats, his voice calm and soothing. "and i promise, i'll go as slow as you need me to. we can just cuddle, or watch a movie, or... whatever you're comfortable with."
you don't need to hear more, his sweet, respectful statement making your insides literally melt. you slowly raise on your tiptoes, giving him a chaste peck, which is barely a brush of lips but it's enough to let him know about your actual intentions with him tonight. at first, he seems surprised by the sudden, shy kiss, but quickly recovers, smiling softly against your lips as he grabs your waist and pulls you flush against his body.
"or we could just do more of those," he whispers, his eyes flicking down to your soft, pink lips.
"yeah, 'm definitely comfortable with that," you whisper back before your dainty fingers yank the lapel of his casual shirt to pull him into another kiss.
a small happy sound escapes his throat at your initiative, and he immediately returns the kiss, his hands gripping your flesh tighter as if he is afraid you will pull away. his lips are surprisingly soft against yours, moving with just the right amount of pressure to make your knees weak.
kissing jj is very different from kissing rafe, and you notice that right away despite having kissed rafe just once. while he is rough and demanding, almost desperate to claim your mouth, jj's more passionate, taking it slow and reveling in every little reaction that he manages to coax out of you. and that's hot as fuck.
keeping one hand firm at your waist, he uses the other one to gently cup your jaw, tilting your head slightly so he can deepen the kiss. his tongue gently swipes along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission. you gladly grant it, letting a soft, contented sigh slip away as you part your plump lips for him. your hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, body unconsciously arching against his.
as soon as you open up for him, he takes advantage of it, his tongue slowly sliding against yours in a way that makes your head spin. he kisses you like he's savoring every second, like he never wants to stop. and god, you neither want to. you are clinging to him as if he is a lifeline. reluctantly, he is forced to break the kiss just enough to catch his breath, then he presses his forehead against yours, maintaining that physical contact.
"tell me if i'm moving too fast," he pants out, his blue eyes searching yours with genuine concern, but there's a fire in them, and his smoldering gaze has your stomach doing flip-flops. "because i could honestly just fuck you right now."
you can't stop the blush from creeping up your pretty cheeks at his blunt words even if you wanted to. you are a nervous wreck at the moment, despite how hard you are trying to stay calm, and yet, your body is burning with desire for him. this is it? the moment you finally get to lose the v-card? fuck yeah, you think it is.
"it's okay, i want it," you murmur breathlessly, nodding eagerly, "i want you."
"fuck, you have no idea how much i want you too, princess," he groans, scooping you up in his arms to take you to his bed. "I'm gonna make it so good for you, i promise."
there is a satisfied smirk on his handsome face as he gently lays you down on the mattress, placing himself on top of you, carefully not to crush you. then, he is kissing you again. jj kisses you until you're breathless, until your lips are swollen and reddened, until you're squirming beneath him. only then does he finally pull away, his hands gripping the hem of your dress to lift it above your hips.
"you’re so fuckin' beautiful," he whispers, hungry eyes roaming over the supple skin he is slowly exposing.
you visibly tense for a second before you force yourself to relax, pushing your nerves away; you are definitely not going to ruin this for yourself over some silly insecurities. noticing the slight tension on your body makes him immediately pause his movements, his expression softening.
"hey, hey– what's going through that pretty head of yours?" He strokes your hair gently as he talks. "you're still with me? one hundred percent?"
when jj first asked you out, you didn't imagine he would be like this, so attentive and caring with you, but you're very fucking glad that he is, because it's making you feel really comfortable around him.
"yeah, i am..." you answer, then you hesitate just for a second before you bring yourself to add, "it's just that, uhm, 'm a virgin."
actually, you are not sure whether you can still consider yourself a virgin or not, not after rafe– shit, why do you keep thinking about him?
get the fuck out of my head, cameron.
you see jj's expression softening further as he gently cups your face, making you focus on him.
"princess... honestly? i kinda figured," he admits with a gentle smile, "and i'm fucking honored you're trusting me with this."
"you did?" you frown a little, cheeks flushing in response. great, he noticed the only thing you didn't want him to.
"yeah, i did," he whispers softly before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. "and like i said, i'm fucking honored. i'm gonna take really good care of you, okay?"
his voice is calm and reassuring, making you feel safe, and you nod in response, a little smile appearing on your gorgeous face as you look at him with big doe eyes. you whimper when his hands start to wander over your body again, gripping the thin fabric of your dress to take it off.
"i just– i don't wanna do it all wrong," you mutter as soon as he has pulled the dress over your head.
he tosses the piece of clothing aside before looking back at you, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over your now bare skin.
"you could never do it wrong," he soothes you, trailing his fingers along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts. "and i'm gonna guide you through everything, a'right?"
"you gonna teach me?" you flirt a little, cheeks still flushed.
you can't hold back a sweet giggle, since the brush of his fingers slightly tickles you. it's not difficult for you to start feeling more confident with the way that he's staring at your naked body, like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.
"mhmm, 'course i'll teach you, princess..."
after that, he leans forward to kiss you on the lips, his large hand finally cupping one of your tits to grope it, and you gasp against his lips, loving the way his rough fingers toy with your little nipple. but the kiss is short-lived, jj not wanting to leave your other nip unattended. he leaves a trail of pecks over your neck and collarbone as he descends, until he reaches your chest and his mouth latches to your pinkish bud.
your hand immediately reaches out to grab a handful of his blonde, soft hair, and you moan, surprised by how good the little flicks he does with his tongue feel on your flesh. you didn't know you were so sensitive there until now. he alternates between both nipples, licking and sucking them until you are writhing.
"fuck, you're perfect," he murmurs against one of your breasts before releasing it with a pop to look up at you. "let me see how pretty your little pussy is, yeah?"
he's already tugging at your panties when you nod, giving him permission to fully undress you. honestly, you feel a bit overexposed, since all your clothing is now on the floor while he's still dressed, but you're too desperate to give it a second thought.
"just beautiful," he grunts, his voice thick with desire as he takes in your naked cunt, already dripping for him. he then quickly discards his own clothes, wanting to feel you skin on skin. "come here," he says, pulling you close, pressing his already hard cock against you.
it's really hot that he is as desperate as you are, even more.
you moan at the friction, hips rocking instinctively against him as you stare at his naked body with flushed cheeks. he has a nice cock, and he's big, not as large as rafe's but definitely thicker. you get a bit nervous all over again while wondering how are you gonna take all of him —no way that's gonna fit.
noticing your nervous expression, he smiles warmly at you. "relax, princess... 'm gonna finger you real nice first, 'kay?"
"please," you mutter, nodding eagerly as you feel him spreading your legs as wide as possible.
he is definitely not kidding; he makes you cum three times on his skilled digits before even thinking about putting his cock inside your pussy. he knows just how to curl them, and exactly what spots to rub to make your brain feel dizzy. and your cunt's drooling for him when he finally places the tip at your entrance.
well, this brings back certain flashbacks.
he looks down at you, seeing your pretty face flushed, unshed tears in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. he smiles, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze before he slowly starts pushing his thick cock into your soaked, trembling cunt.
"shit, you're so tight..."
it hurts a little at first, the same dull ache you felt with rafe the other night. it makes you hold your breath for a second and you are gripping his bedsheets so roughly that your knuckles turn white.
"shh... just breathe through it, princess. you're doing great." he continues pushing inch by thick inch, his hands caressing your thighs soothingly as he whispers encouraging words while his cock slowly stretches your pussy. "that's it... you're taking it like a champ..."
you feel him bottoming out inside you a few moments later, and you whimper sweetly in response while your pretty face scrunches in pleasure, tho you can still feel the slight sting lingering there. he stays still immediately, letting you adjust to him.
"jay," you moan, staring up at him through your thick lashes.
you can see his silver chain dangling over your head as he braces himself up on one arm, using the other to gently brush your hair out of your flushed face when he starts moving slowly inside you, careful not to hurt you. he leans down, kissing you tenderly while his dick pulsates inside you.
"you feel amazing... your pussy's perfect," he groans into the kiss. "you good?"
you can only nod avidly in response, your breathing too uneven for you to answer properly since every deep thrust pushes the air out of your lungs. your hips begin to move instinctively, bucking up to meet his, and this motion has his dick hitting every sweet spot inside your cunt.
he starts to pick up the pace after a bit, his thick cock pounding into your tight pussy with more force now that he knows you are totally comfortable. his hips slam against your plush ass with every thrust, your cunt making lewd squelching sounds due to how embarrassingly wet you are for him.
as he fucks you into the mattress, you cannot tear your eyes away from his gorgeous body, his muscles rippling beneath his sun-kissed skin, that's now covered in a thin sheen of sweat, when he moves. you clench at the sight, and he seems to enjoy that a lot, because he lets out a choked moan.
he's frowning in concentration as he grabs one of your thighs to bring your leg over his shoulder, almost folding you in half, and you cry out softly. in this position, you swear you can feel him so deep that he is almost in your cervix, and it feels so freaking good that your eyes roll back, your little toes wiggling adorably.
"jay, 'm gonna... 'm close," you breath out, but he already knows this by the way your pussy is spasming around his dick, the feeling so good he is struggling not to cum on the spot.
"me too, princess, fuck..." he groans, reaching in between your bodies to start rubbing circles over your swollen clit because he is not so sure he is gonna be able to hold back much longer.
the dual stimulation has you coming undone in seconds, orgasm causing fireworks to explode inside your tummy. your cunt spams from the overwhelming pleasure, squeezing him so tight that he is barely able to pull out before he cums inside you. just one pump of his hand and he's there, spilling all over your belly and pussy with a husky moan. meanwhile, he keeps rubbing your clit, wanting to draw out your climax for as long as possible.
exhausted, you both fall limp onto the bed, panting and still shaking in each other's arms. he showers you with compliments and sweet words until you have no other choice but leave, it is late and you must go back home. he offers to take you, of course —such a gentleman he turned out to be.
reality crushes you when you quietly step inside your house and find rafe sitting on the couch, waiting for you; the look in his face isn't friendly at all. "have you fucked him?"
"she can't swim, top!" by the time sarah shouts at him, it's already too late.
topper has thrown you inside the cameron's pool, despite how desperately you were squirming in his arms while you begged him to put you down, really hoping he wouldn't be and ass just for once. unfortunately, the guy seemingly cannot stop being a dickhead.
you're panicking, kicking and flailing your arms in the deep end of the pool to try and stay afloat, but there's no use. you struggle to keep your head from sinking under the water, taking quick breaths whenever you are on the surface, panic clear on your face. but then you swallow some water, and as you start coughing strongly, trying to swim gets even harder
you can't avoid sinking for much longer. and when you submerge, you can't physically bring yourself back to surface anymore.
sarah's scream has silenced everyone's laughter, but no one moves a finger to help you —even though you're obviously drowning in there. no one, except rafe cameron, who doesn't even hesitate to dive into the water so he can take you out. he reaches you just in time, grabbing you tightly and pulling you to the edge; his heart is racing as he does so.
still coughing and sputtering, you look up at him, and he can see the exact moment in which your panicked expression softens in a mix of relief and gratitude.
topper approaches the two of you quickly, worried, while everyone whispers around you, looking at you like you're some kind of freak show, some of them even recording the whole thing —are they for real right now? you almost died.
"stay away from her, topper," rafe snaps at him, and the guy immediately stops on his tracks, clearly knowing he's fucked up. "the rest of you, get the fuck outta my house!"
you're shocked.
rafe doesn't pay attention to anyone but you as he helps you stand up carefully, his arm around your waist at all times. your clothes are completely soaked through, as well as your hair, and you shiver a little at the cool summer breeze.
"let's get you some clean clothes, yeah?"
when he talks to you, his voice is completely opposite to the gruff tone he used before; now it's sweet and caring. you nod in response, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders in a protective manner while he guides you inside the house. he doesn't seem to care that he's dripping too, his entire focus put on you.
rafe takes you to his room and he closes the door behind him so no one bothers you. he gently hands you a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, which smell so, so good —just like him, and then he takes you to his private bathroom.
"you can use the shower if you want," he says, opening some drawers to grab clean towels for you. when you simply stay silent, looking at him like a fool, he adds, "are you okay, y/n?"
you hesitate, fidgeting nervously, before you finally gather the courage to speak, "why are you doing this?"
"what?" he seems a little confused by your question.
"why are you, uhm, helping me?" you ask, staring at him as he drops the towels on top of the sink to go start the shower for you.
when the water's running, he turns around to face you, his gaze so intense that you swear it's piercing holes right through you.
"isn't it obvious?" he smirks; a little lopsided smirk that has a lot of butterflies fluttering around in your belly. "i like you, silly."
OKAY, so i saw that rafe is your favorite, so here’s a rafe fluff hehe, protective! rafe.
so, basically reader can’t swim and doesn’t confide in anyone but sarah and maybe rafe overhears. it’s humiliating since yk it’s obx where everyone is always around water.
so maybe reader is at a party with rafe topper and the others and they’re just drunk and high and whatever, and some people are swimming in the ocean or maybe like the cameron’s pool in their yard and someone throws reader into the pool bc she won’t swim with the other girls and rafe comes in after to help her when she doesn’t come up?
like there’s so many ways to go abt this and it makes me so giddy thinking about it bc afterwards, Rafe is just yelling at whoever did that and then making sure that reader is okay. <3
so cute hehe
it’s so crazy too bc i only joined the fandom recently, and i remember wondering why people loved rafe. but then i read and watched and im like, rafe is my king and i’m his babygirl 🤭
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welcome to the dark side, babe 🫶🏻
absolutely loved the idea! i love all your ideas to be honest. i have two more requests from you and they're sooo good. definitely will be writing them all.
so sorry because this has been in my inbox for far too long, but i finally found the time to write it. i really hope you see this!!
dont be shy let us know how u got THAT level of english for the latina mamis
besitoooo
honestly? i just read a lot. i think i haven't read a book in spanish in years, i can't even remember the last book in spanish i read. also, it helps a lot watching series or movies in english, this is really helpful to train your ear. but what helps me the most with writing, it's definitely reading.
over a thousand followers in just a month? this is a joke, right? i can't actually belive it, you all!
thank you so much for supporting my account!
i wasn't really expecting to get this far in such a short time, and i'm really, really happy. thank you to everyone of my followers, also thank you to the people that interacts with my account in any other way! i really wouldn't be here without you!
should i make a celebration? i feel like a should, but i don't really have the creativity for these things, so if you guys can help me figure something out, i'll be thrilled!
Ok rafe doing coke with the reader and then having a fuck fest 😌
a/n. this has been sitting on my asks for a while now, i really hope you get to see it anon! thanks for the request!
you are giggling softly as rafe's finger gently rubs a tiny bit of coke onto your pink gums for the second time tonight, the effects of the drug already kicking in —even though he was careful enough not to give you too much.
is it bad that you love getting high with him?
you can't help but suck his digit in a playful manner before he finally pulls his hand away, a thin thread of saliva stretching in between his finger and your lips as he takes it out of your mouth.
"now stay still for a sec, baby," he mutters, pouring a bit of the white powder for himself over your sternum.
your shirt is laying somewhere on the floor of his living room, boobs on full display while he does a line on your chest using his credit card —he has been insisting on doing this all night, and it's not like you can deny him anything.
every little brush of his fingers lights your skin on fire, more than it usually does, and you know that's the cocaine doing its thing. your little nipples are hard, panties already wet as you watch him lean forward to snort the cocaine from between your tits, his tongue sliding all the way up your flesh where the coke was just laying when he's done so none of it goes to waste.
you gasp in response to his actions while you reach out to tangle your fingers in his soft, blonde hair. you give it a slight tug, knowing how much he loves it when you do that, and you're rewarded with a little grunt of his own.
he leaves a trail of wet kisses all over your chest, collarbone and neck as he makes his way up your body, aiming for your lips. he kisses you like he's starving as his large hands force your thighs open so he can slot himself in between them. you're both panting when he breaks the contact.
"how you doin', baby?" he asks breathlessly, lips still brushing against yours while he talks, "feeling good ?"
you nod in response. "so horny, rafey," you pant out, your hips unconsciously bucking up to grind your pussy against his cock over your clothes, desperate to feel him.
"suck a needy, little slut, huh?" he chuckles darkly, wrapping a hand around your slender neck.
he's just as turned on as you are, his hard dick throbbing insistently inside his pants while he stares at your semi-naked body squirming beneath him on the couch. your breath hitches slightly at his rough grip and you can feel your cheeks blushing when he grinds back, the friction making you shudder.
"dirty girl... so fuckin' desperate for cock," he murmurs hoarsely.
his calloused thumb gently presses against your pulse point —feeling your fast heartbeat there, while his free hand reaches out to grasp the waistband of your shorts and yank them down your smooth thighs, exposing your black lace underwear. when he slips that same hand inside your panties, he finds you soaking wet for him.
"drenched already ? haven't even touched you properly yet... what a pathetic whore," he taunts.
he smirks against your flushed cheek as he pushes two of his thick fingers inside your tight cunt, and your pussy flutters around them. the dirty talk, added to the degrading words sent your way, has you turning to putty in his arms.
"gonna fuck this slutty cunt the way it deserves, you hear me?" he says, curling his digits inside you to hit your g-spot. when you moan and nod eagerly in response, he adds, "yeah? want me to ruin this fuckin' perfect pussy? words, baby."
you shiver at the demanding tone he uses with you, his raspy voice filling your ears and striking just the right chord in your brain to make your pussy drool.
"yes, need you to fuck my pussy so bad," you answer between pretty whimpers.
"you're gonna get it, a'right."
he's quick to get rid of your remaining clothes and then he undresses as well. once naked, he grips your hips roughly to turn you around, bending you over the couch. as he positions himself behind you, his hands are restraining you, one of them forcing your head onto the cushions so your back is arched while the other is pinning your hands at the bottom of your spine.
when he finally thrusts into your sloppy cunt, you're seeing starts behind your closed eyelids as you let out the loudest moans he's ever heard from you, which only motivates him to fuck you harder, hips slamming roughly against your plush butt and pussy squelching lewdly around his cock. he'd make you cum again and again, fingers bullying your swollen clit until you're begging him to stop, pretty cheeks wet with tears. only then, he allows himself to cum.
"baby, fuck, so good f'me," he'd moan while he fills you up, dick throbbing inside your spasming cunt as he fucks you through his orgasm, "such a good little slut."
