It’s been a long time since I last wrote—a thousand apologies! I hope you enjoy it :) I plan to make a part 2, yeahhhh.
warning: stepcest (don´t like, don´t read), fingering, ovulation, reader cries, pet names (bunny, my love, babe)... that´s all
"Don't be stupid, you look beautiful."
That’s what Rafe says when he sees you in that pink dress you’d wanted to wear so badly—the one you’d spent months waiting for the perfect moment to wear, only for everything to feel ruined now.
"No, I don't," you say, throwing yourself onto your stepbrother's bed and bursting into desperate tears. "It looks ridiculous!"
Now your face was buried in your brother's woodsy-scented pillows. It was silly to soak his pillows over a dress, but he would understand; he always did.
You felt the bed dip slightly as Rafe sat down. He stayed there for a while, listening to you mumble, and you felt increasingly foolish. Rafe leaned closer and gently stroked your hair—a beautiful moment born of something so trivial.
"Bunny…" Oh no, that nickname. "You look stunning; your mom said the same thing, and you seemed to agree. I just don't get it."
It was true—when you showed the dress to your mom, it was pretty; the fit wasn't perfect, but it was pretty. While you were deciding whether it worked or not, your mom had a suggestion.
"Why don't you ask your brother for his opinion?"
"He's not my brother."
"It doesn't matter, just ask what he thinks."
And that is how you ended up in that situation.
You opened the bedroom door and saw Rafe working at his computer, dressed in boxers and a white T-shirt, and felt like you could drop dead right there.
Looking at Rafe now was almost lethal. He was so handsome it could make you cry all over again. His blue eyes, his messy blonde hair, and his lips… ugh, it was ridiculous!
"Bunny, stop crying"—but it was already too late. Teary-eyed, you were sitting on his lap, practically begging for comfort.
"It's just a dress." Rafe tucked your hair behind your ear, revealing your whole face.
"But I wanted to wear it for a special occasion, and…"
He silenced your words with a kiss. Damn, we´re back in the game. The kiss turned fierce and full of desire, Rafe hiked up your dress while raining kisses down your neck.
"This is the special occasion, my love." Every touch of his was laced with mischief and desire—yet you were incredibly sensitive. With every squeeze of your breast, you moaned in a mix of discomfort and pleasure; the further his hand slid down, the more your arousal mounted and the more needy and whiny you became. Something wasn't quite right.
"Rafey…" You felt the room's chill wash over your exposed pussy and gasped, as if breathless. "I don't think…" Your stepbrother's fingers were buried deep, pressing hard against your pussy.
"Fuck, you weren't this hot and wet last time." You were buried in his neck, trying to stifle the moans that were escaping too easily. "Damn, you're perfect. I'm going to make you so happy today. You hear me, babe? Forget that dress…"
His praise was undoing you.
"Rafe, Mom is nearby and—and I'm…"
He smiled.
"Moaning a lot?"
"No, you idiot, I'm ovulating."
He laughed, baring his teeth as if he’d received a gift.
"Bunny, do you think I don't know this beautiful body?"
"You do, but you shouldn't! You're my brother—"
"Half-brother," he corrected you, "and I like to know what I'm going to feast on in the middle of the night while Mom is asleep."
You might regret this, and you might change your mind about the dress later.
soooo... my birthday is on tuesday, so here is a gift for yall (i´ve wrote this like really fast??) rafe cameron
warning: stepcest (don´t like, don´t read), p in v, virgin reader (but very dirty like me), kinda dumb reader, "good girl", riding, hair pulling... that´s all? oh, also as you guys know english isn't my first language so sorry for anything.
It would be cooler to have sex somewhere private. Maybe in a car, a motel, or even a restaurant bathroom. But when the guy fucking you is your stepbrother, things get a little complicated. Everything feels suspicious; the town has eyes on everything and everyone. Even you two. And the safest place ends up being your own bedroom, with walls covered in floral wallpaper, various stuffed animals, and posters of artists. Even so, it’s not that safe.
Right now, you’re on top of Rafe, your breasts exposed through your lifted tank top, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your stepbrother’s cock inside you.
“You’re blushing. You like this, don’t you?” Rafe said, motionless, his hands on your hips preventing any movement. He was happy—clearly he was. His cock was throbbing and being squeezed by your insides. This position reached a spot in you that your fingers could never reach, making you writhe and tremble on your brother’s lap.
Your breathing was ragged; it was too much for you.
“Aren’t you going to answer? Fine.” You feel your hips being lifted and pulled down quickly, letting out a moan of pain. You lean forward and rest your head on his shoulder.
“Do you want Daddy to hear what I’m doing to you?”
“N-no, Rafey,” you reply between moans, as if your breath were vanishing. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
“Then be a good girl and ask your little brother to fuck you.”
At this point, the only thing you wanted was to end the discomfort, and Rafe had told you before that the less fear you have, the more pleasure you’ll feel.
You nodded, saying, “Please, Rafey,” and he flashed a beautiful smile as if he’d just seen a million dollars.
“That’s it, good girl.” Rafe released your hips and began to move slowly. His veiny hands squeezed your ass so intensely they’d leave marks for a while.
You bit your lips hard enough to taste blood as you tried to stifle your moans. It was too much, you knew, but you couldn’t be some stupid virgin in front of the hottest man you’d ever seen.
The sight was beautiful. Rafe had a smile on his lips, flushed cheeks, beads of sweat forming, and heavy, ragged breathing that made your pussy get even wetter. He didn’t pull out of you, just thrust into your hot, tight spot, making you brace yourself and moan in his ear, just as he’d always wanted.
“Oh babe… you’re so tight, I bet no one’s ever been inside you, have they? You’ve been waiting for your brother, haven’t you?”
No matter how dirty his words were, they were all true, but you didn’t want to be a stupid virgin and confirm it. Your low moans in his ear were already dirty enough.
You started to match his movements. Sweat was running down your thighs and back; your lubrication was more intense—it was only a matter of time before you had an orgasm. The friction was driving you crazy; your mind was clouded; you could barely see Rafe’s face because your vision was going dark. Until… everything stopped.
Rafe pressed your hips against his, preventing any movement. The only response your body could muster were tears of frustration. They trickled down to your mouth, mixing the saltiness with the iron taste of blood. You didn’t understand why.
“R-Rafe?”
Your brother stroked your chin and then wiped away your tears. His mischievous smile gave away what was coming.
“What’s wrong, silly?”
You sobbed through your tears. Your puppy-dog eyes made Rafe smile even more.
“Oh, you want to come… did I guess right?”
You waved your hands desperately, trying to move again, but he wouldn’t let you.
“Then be a good girl.” Rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, lifting your chin. “Answer me.”
You confirmed it once again, like a beautiful idiot desperate to come on her brother’s cock.
“You waited for your brother to break in this pussy, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes, Rafe,” you replied, desperate for another thrust. He ran his thumb over your hardened nipples; you could swear he was about to drool.
“Good. Because now that it’s gotten used to my size, it’s going to be mine alone.”
He put his hands back on your hips and picked up the pace.
hello y'all, if you´re here u probably are interested in my ideas and my texts... so thanks!!! here we go
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✴︎ i DON'T write about; criminal things (that should be obvious) pedo or zooph I DO NOT AGREE (anyone should btw). anal (i kinda hate). brutal sex (when they hurt each other, and sounds like a CRIME!!!). wlw and mlm not because im homophobic (I´M BI) but i'm still improving my writing in that area (especially wlw). non-consensual is not welcome. bdsm, i´m not a big fan. menage (sorry). my readers have no characteristics, ethnicity, or anything that could identify them. it's up to you to decide what she is like. maybe someday i´ll change my mind.
✴︎ what i AGREE to write; cowgirl!reader, bimbo!reader, bambi!reader and some others are welcome. some kinks. p!links are sooo welcome but if it goes to my requests WARN ME! i LOVE dilfs and daddy kink *not father and daugther. i like to use "she/her/you" not "y/n". most of my texts are smut, but i don´t refuse to write fluff.
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