On Call
dark!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader drabble
Warnings: dubious consent, incest (step siblings), coercion, implied previous coercion, unprotected sex (reader doesn’t know), semi public sex, blackmailing, degradation, slut shaming
Gripping his hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, you let out a loud whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as his hips moved against yours.
Rafe chuckled against your neck, his hot breath raising goosebumps across your flesh, and you swore could feel his smirk, “thought you said you didn’t wanna do this again, sweetheart.”
Normally your step brother’s all too cocky tone would send rage coursing through your veins, but it was a different feeling when Rafe had you on your back beneath him.
You whined when he hit a spot that had you clenching around him and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Rafe’s kisses trailed from your neck to your lips, drawing soft whimpers from you when he deepened the kiss.
Last time, you had promised yourself that you were done and that you were finally going to end things with Rafe. You remembered how he had scoffed and rolled his eyes, joking that you’d be crawling into his bed again before the week ended.
He was wrong about that, of course. Rafe was always the one who ended up coming to you, practically begging as he whined to you about how he couldn’t cum when he fucked the girls at his frat parties because all he could think about was his sweet little step sister. He’d grab your wrist, not listening to your complaints as he forced your hand down his pants to cup his hard on, “can’t you feel what you’re doing to me, Y/N? Please, I need you.”
And no matter how many weak excuses you made, your step brother could talk you into anything, knowing you well enough to wear you down and convince you over and over again that this time would be the last, that he needed you more than anything else on the planet. His hands would slip between your legs and make you forget why you were trying to resist in the first place.
You were pulled from your thoughts abruptly when Rafe’s phone rang. He paused, pushing himself up on one elbow to glare over at his bedside table where his phone was vibrating.
“Just ignore it,” you whined when he hadn’t resumed, rolling your hips against him to try to chase the friction that you were now missing.
But when you looked up at him, a wicked grin now spread across his face, you watched in horror as he grabbed the phone before turning the screen toward you to show you the caller ID.
Ward Cameron.
Your stomach dropped, and before you could even shake your head no, Rafe had pressed accept on the call, bringing the phone to his ear.
“Hey dad,” he smirked down at you, enjoying the anxiety written all over your face. You shifted your hips, trying to get out from under him, but his free hand spread across your sternum, pushing you back down against the bed before crawling to your neck to hold you in place.
“Rafe!” You hissed, quiet enough that Ward wouldn’t hear, your eyes now wide with panic.
He just shook his head at you, his smirk growing wider before he pulled the phone from his ear to lean in close and whisper, “if you don’t want me to tell daddy you’ve been buying an entire wardrobe with his credit card behind his back, I’d keep your fucking mouth shut. And don’t move, kay princess?”
Your lips pursed in anger, eyebrows furrowing as you burned holes into his head with your eyes.
You shouldn’t have even been surprised, it was exactly like Rafe to get off on putting the two of you into risky situations that could easily get the two of you caught, but picking up a phone call from Ward while literally inside you had to be a new low.
“Yeah, I already told you that I filed those last week Dad,” Rafe said, finally releasing his grip on your neck once he sensed you weren’t going to make another escape attempt.
However, your relief was short lived, and you bit back a whimper when Rafe’s thumb found your clit, swirling over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
When you met his blue eyes with another harsh glare, you felt him pulse inside you, and he raised an eyebrow, grinning smugly and silently daring you to give him a reason to get you grounded.
Your step brother’s cock inched deeper inside you, and you sucked in a breath, your hand clamping over your own mouth to muffle your moans. His thumb was still circling your clit, winding up the spring in your belly that was beginning to tighten.
You squirmed beneath him, feeling sick to your stomach when you felt yourself growing slicker around him, and to your horror, Rafe began slowly moving his hips.
You could barely follow along to what he was saying, but the words “she’s right next to me, want to talk to her?” shocked you out of your trance.
“Mm mm, no!” You softly whined, but it was too late, and Rafe thrust the phone up to your ear, forcing it into your hand.
“Don’t hang up,” he threatened with a hiss, before turning his attention back to where your bodies met.
“Hey Y/N!” Ward greeted you and you swallowed down a moan as Rafe’s slow pace made your head spin.
“H-hi Ward,” you choked out, face flushed with embarrassment as you tried to ignore the feeling of your step brother buried deep inside you, his thumb still toying with your clit.
“You’re not distracting your brother from his work again, are you?” He lightly teased, and Rafe pushed his dick further inside you, stretching you out in a way that had your back arching off the bed.
You bit your lip hard to stop from moaning, passing the sound off as a cough as you struggled to catch your breath, “n-no. I’m helping h-him.”
Rafe grinned triumphantly above you, and you tried to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the sight. His thumb swirled around your clit faster, and you squeezed your eyes shut as he pushed you closer to the edge.
“I think it’s a good thing you’re there to keep him out of trouble though, really. He’s lucky that you’re such a responsible sister.”
“Uh huh,” you breathed, too distracted by Rafe’s cock sliding in and out of you faster now to muster up any kind of intelligent response. Your legs were beginning to shake and you were using all of your available energy to keep it together, almost too cock drunk to even form thoughts.
When you accidentally moaned too loudly, Rafe snickered, and you forced out a cough in an attempt to save yourself from further embarrassment.
“Is everything okay, Y/N?” Ward sounded concerned, and the last thing you wanted to do was raise any more suspicion.
“M- my friend is calling me,” you stammered. “I gotta go.”
You pulled the phone from your ear, your shaky fingers finding the end call button right before you let out another whimper.
“Fuck you, Rafe,” you spat at him between clenched teeth, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you tensed around him.
“Don’t act like you don’t fucking love it, sis,” he sneered, hitting a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.
“Shit,” he chuckled, “the way you’re gripping me says otherwise,” emphasizing his point with a dizzying thrust.
Your face burned in embarrassment and humiliation, but there was nothing that you could say back to him, because you both knew that he was right.
With the threat of being caught out of the way, Rafe didn’t hold himself back, hips meeting yours at a pace that made your head spin as you squeezed your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
The whimpers and moans that you had been holding back finally spilled out, music to Rafe’s ears as he plunged his cock into you again and again.
His thumb traced over your clit, finally hitting the spot deep inside your walls that made you fall apart around him.
You cursed, whining his name loudly as he fucked you through your orgasm, new waves of pleasure washing over you with every stroke of his length.
He leaned closer, capturing your lips with his in a deep kiss that left you feeling drunk with desire. Rafe groaned against your plush lips when you tightened around him, the feel of his thick cock dragging along your walls pushing you over the edge again.
You felt him chuckle against your lips, breaking the kiss to watch you whine and squirm as you came undone beneath him again and again.
“Yeah, you can bitch and moan, and pretend all you want,” he sneered, hips snapping against yours harder just to get a reaction out of you. “But we both know there’s no one else making you cum as hard as I do, princess.”
You whined, tensing around him and squeezing his cock hard. Rafe groaned as he came, painting your sensitive walls with his sticky seed, his cock pulsing inside you.
You were still too dazed to realize he had broken your only rule between the two of you.
It wasn’t the first time he had finished inside you without telling you, but he still got the same sick thrill every time.
“Who else would even wanna make you cum?” He wondered to himself with a dark chuckle. “Nobody wants a slut who’s been ruined by her step brother.”
