you (innocent!inexperienced!reader) giving stepbro!rafe a hand job for the first time..
you were hesitant to touch him at first.
"c'mon, puppy," he whispers, his khakis pulled down a bit to reveal his hard cock against his lower tummy. "it won't bite if you touch it..promise."
when you finally do, he sighs with a soft, "yeahhh, see?"
you giggle when it twitches in your hand, sighing when you feel his hand part between your thighs, and down to your puffy, wet slit.
he chuckles when he feels your slick gummy walls all wet n sticky. "your pussy's wet." he says as though that isn't obvious.
you blush, whimpering and whining as you spit on his length as he pinches your engorged clit.
you whine, pouting.
"take these off.." he says, talking about your pink panties. "wanna see your cute little cunt. bet it's all swollen from you rubbing your fuckin' pussy raw on any thing of mine you can find." he laughs cruely and you begin to cry out of embarrassment but also pure want. you peel your panties off as you whine.
"no!" you protest his accusation as he massages your button, and you feel his cock jump and drool more sticky seed as you hiccup.
rafe rolls his eyes, mocking your pout. "no? really? you'd hump my fuckin' leg if i let you. yesterday i walked in on you rubbing yourself ta death on that sweatshirt of mine i letchu borrow..fuckin' slut, huh?"
you shake your head as you massage his cock, twisting your wrist as you drool a line of spit onto the tip of it. he actually whimpers at the sight.
"spread your legs, baby, needa see your little hole, a'ight?"
you listen once more, taking your hand off his cock and spreading your legs.
rafe spreads your pussy lips wider, examining you as you whine n blush.
"hm, mhm." he hums, blowing gently on your cunt as his cock leaks. "looks all red n irritated, baby. my poor, sweet angel. just want her stepbrother's cock to plug 'er up n call it a day, yeah?" he's so sweet and condescending but you can't hear it with your mushy brain.
you nod, whimpering when he lays a delicate kiss on your fat button. "y-yeah, daddy.. hurts bad!"
he pouts, mocking your expression. "yeah, i bet," his digits are cold as he runs his fingers along your cunt. "don't worry, sweet girl; daddy's gonna fill u with all his jizz today, mk?"
You laid on Rafe’s bed perched up on his headboard, waiting for him to get back from the gym with Topper and Kelce. You were scrolling aimlessly through your phone when you heard his bedroom door open and him walk in. His cheeks were still flush, and he was still drenched and sweat.
Your eyes immediately snapped to his arms that have only seemed to get bigger in the past few months. The vein popping out staring back at you.
He’s usually one to take a shower as soon as he comes home, but instead you stood up and had him follow you back to the bed. You sat him down as you rubbed the muscles of his arm.
“These are so sexy,” you murmured pressing kisses onto his bicep. The saltiness left over from his workout liking on your lips as you lick them to get a full taste.
“They turn you on huh sis?” Rafe gave you a little smirk as he flexed the arm you had a hold on.
“Very much so,” you couldn’t take, you didn’t know why. Everything about Rafe could turn you on and for some reason today it was his arms. The way they glistened with sweat, the way the bulged out from under his short sleeve top. She pushed it up to get a better look.
You’ve been at this with him for months. At first you didn’t want to give in. You and your mom had just moved in with Ward and his kids. You weren’t supposed to fall for his son. But since you’ve gotten a taste, you can’t help but come back for more.
“What do you want baby?”
“I wanna cum all over this arm.” You stated so matter of fact. You didn’t care how crazy you sounded. You wanted to feel the way his pulsing vein felt grazing across your clit.
Rafe sat up, removing his shirt and leaning his head back against the pillows. Stretching his arm out as if he’s waiting for you. “I’m still gross and sweaty from the gym y’know.”
You smile as you stand removing your pants and underwear. Your top followed leaving you in nothing but a lace navy blue bra… his favorite color. “Even better.”
You climbed back onto the bed as Rafe hooked his arm between your thighs, gripping your ass and pulling you down. Your soaked cunt coated his arm in an instant, you began your move just as quickly.
You rocked back and forth on his arm. How the fuck did his arm feel this good? His hand came up gripping your ass yet again, helping you with your movement. His free hand released his cock from his pants as he began stroking it the same speed you were going.
“Come on baby, lemme feel you cum all over that arm.”
You threw your head back at his demand, forcing your tired hips to work quicker. And you were right, that particular vein hit your clit over and over again, sending you into a frenzy. Luckily no one was home to hear you lose your mind right now.
As the build up to your orgasm grew your moans got louder and louder. Rafe’s gripped tightened, like he could take a chunk out of you if he really wanted to. Your legs began to shake as your orgasm hit its peak.
You let out a loud moan, Rafe’s name following right after. Rafe came right in that moment. You had to place your hands on his chest to balance yourself as you slowed your movements, getting over your high. You collapsed across Rafe’s body, as he rubbed circles into your lower back.
“Guess your big step brothers gotta start working out his arms more often.”
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.
A/N: Told y'all I wasn't going to let you wait too long for the rest! Please leave a like, comment if you enjoy this so far - your thoughts mean truly the world 🥰
TW: So this particular chapter has a lot of mentions of drugs (buying, using, abusing) as well as teen drinking, some suggestive language/ sexual implications and overall diabolical behavior curtesy of toxic!Rafe
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The smirk that tugs on the corner of Rafe’s lips is intoxicating and magnificently distracting. Case in point: I have completely forgotten that I still have no idea where the hell we’re going! Or better said, where Rafe is taking me! But one thing’s for sure - this ride of ours is slowly coming to an end because the second he swerves right the GPS person gleefully announces that we have finally reached our destination.
“Wait here.” I hear him mutter under his breath before exiting the car just as quickly. Now, I know I should probably do as I’m told, but I’d rather be outside - in the middle of a barely lit street - than stuck alone in his stupid Range Rover.
The ground beneath my feet is soft; devoid of cement and muddy. I quickly realize that the place Rafe has taken me to doesn’t exactly have streets or lights or houses. Only trees; wild, unkempt shrubbery and a single, lonely trailer.
“Thought you said you’re gonna be alone.” A tall-ish, stocky dude with combat boots and a ponytail comes swinging out the door, “Or… is this the treat you were telling me about?” My entire skin flushes red. The more he stares at me, the hotter my face becomes and now I’m really regretting the idea wearing this stupid fucking skirt.
“No. Dude. That’s my stepsister.” I try not to be personally offended by the tone in Rafe’s voice when he says this. Same way I try not to be visibly distraught by the sight of his friend licking his lips while giving me a once-over.
“Lemme see.” He’s still looking at me when he says this and my stomach twists. But then Rafe steps forward, hand in pocket and I realize - he wasn’t talking to me.
“Everything’s here. Just like we agreed.”
“For sure. For sure.” Dude takes the wad of cash Rafe just handed him; wets the tip of his thumb and starts counting.
“Even the-”
“Ones you owe me?”
“Y-Yeah.”
Dude smiles, “Good boy. Knew you’d pull through.”
I swallow.
Rafe is staring at me.
“So,” He says, “We good to go?”
“Hell yeah Country Club! We good to go!” The smile on Dude’s lips suddenly turns into a full blown grin, as he slides the wad of cash in the back pocket of his tattered, old jeans. Then, just as quickly hands Rafe a baggy full of white stuff. “Nice to meet you-” He leers at me during the same moment a very gruff, “Maisie.Car.Now.” leaves Rafe’s lips.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” The leer turns into an abysmally abhorrent grin. “Bet Rafe’s having a lot of fun with you, huh Maisie?”
“For Christ’s sake, Barry! Leave her alone.”
I blink.
Barry.
This dude’s name is Barry?!
“Maisie!” Rafe says a little louder now. “Car! Now!”
I don’t wait for him to remind me for the third time; just silently jump back in the passenger seat and pretend like what I just saw and experienced was some weird daydream.
“Your drug dealer’s name is Barry?” I manage to blurt a couple of seconds later. Y’know, when I’ve finally gotten back to my senses and Rafe’s driven us far, far away from whatever that was.
“Now, sis. Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“Just because Barry lives in a trailer doesn’t mean he sells drugs.”
“Rafe - I literally just saw him sell you a bag of coke.”
“Tsk.” I hear him say and there it is again: that pesky ghost of a smile. “S’not coke.”
“What is it then?”
Rafe’s eyes meet mine, “You’ll see.”
The first party I showed up uninvited to happened around two years ago. It was hosted by this burly guy, Trevor, that Rory and I vaguely knew from Algebra and was promised to be the party of the year. Last year’s party also got the same title and Rory promised to both herself (and God) that this time round, she wouldn’t miss it for the world.
By the time we showed up - only an hour and a half late - someone had already spilled their guts out on what once used to be a rather cute welcome mat. Nobody opened the door for us when we rang, but that’s not the embarrassing part of the story. The embarrassing part was us waiting in front of the apartment for additional thirty more minutes before Alisha Jameson opened the door - to leave - and let us know that, ‘We can just waltz right.’
So we did and nobody really cared that their space was all of a sudden invaded by two awkward looking sophomores. Rory made out with Percy Warren while I got blackout drunk on two vodka diet cokes, threw up all over the bathroom floor and could barely remember anything other than the fact Patricia Evans told me my hair looked pretty.
Topper’s party is kinda in the same vein, except no one’s puked on his welcome mat. At least not yet.
I follow Rafe inside; my head still buzzing from the conversation we had in the car and I don’t know why, but for some strange reason I keep expecting someone to clock my presence, realize I’m not supposed to be here and kick me out immediately.
No such thing happens of course because the second we run into Topper and Kelce, Rafe hits them with the, “You remember Maisie.” And no - I’m sure they don’t remember me. Hell, they’ve never even met me and yet here I am: hugging them back, like we’re some good old friends.
Topper asks if I like my new siblings but I never get the chance to answer because the second I open my mouth Rafe is pushing him against the wall to the beat of Party Rock Anthem.
“You hooking up with my sister?” Is the only thing I can catch leaving his tightly clenched teeth.
And then Kelce pulls me to the side.
He wants to get me a drink.
“You look like you could use it.”
I want to know what are the things Rafe is threatening his best friend’s life with.
“Don’t worry, I’ll return you to him once you pick your poison.” Kelce smiles like someone is forcing him to be nice to me. “Or, he’ll just get you himself.” He adds and that very same moment, Rafe materializes right next to me.
“You seen Sarah?” He asks and Kelce shakes his head. “Wanna help me find her?” Our eyes lock. The way he lets the question leave his lips is so careful, so sweet… How can I possibly say no?
“Yeah.” I nod and watch as Rafe pull two beers out of the fridge; expertly holding their necks in the space between his long and sturdy fingers while using his free hand to guide me through the crowd. A splash of something familiar bursts inside my chest. A strange feeling of pride; the kind you’d only get from being accidentally spotted chatting with the most popular guy in school.
Rafe presses his palm harder against my lower back and for a moment I let myself forget what we actually are. I let my consciousness flutter; push all rational thinking aside and completely devote myself to the fantasy that is Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend.
We step outside and the surprisingly cold breeze serves as a cold awakening. The bottle of beer that MY STEPBROTHER is pressing against the nape of my neck as an even colder one.
“I thought we were going to look for Sarah.” I say daftly. Rafe pulls out a joint. Stucks it between his lips and finally, shakes his head. “Aren’t you worried?”
“I could care less about what my sister does.” And yet…
I furrow my brows, “Are she and Topper hooking up?”
“Tsk - I mean… that’s what I thought, but Top’s a fucking pussy, so-” A thick cloud of smoke escapes his lips, leaving his sentence unfinished. I watch him inhale - one, two, three - short puffs before lazily passing the blunt in my direction.
I take it.
“I think he and Robyn might be dating.”
Rafe shakes his head again, “Did Robyn tell you that?” Our eyes meet and the way he’s looking at me right now can only be described with one word: diabolical. I swallow. Then take a large hit. “You’re so-”
“What?”
He shrugs, a ghost of a smile gently tugging on the corner of his lips, “Naive.”
“Naive?”
“Yeah. A little. But then again, you also happen to a pervert so-” I punch his arm and Rafe laughs. “Ouch. Violent too.” I roll my eyes, turning to leave, but then a pair of long calloused fingers wrap themselves around my wrist, “Hey, no. Wait. Come here. Stay.” A part of me knows better than to do what he tells me, but I’m not yet immune to his charm. Nor that lazy grin of his. “How about this?”
He’s got me standing so close to him, I can practically feel the heat radiating off his body. His hot breath too and maybe it’s the weed talking, but at this very moment I swear we’re the only people left on this goddamn burning planet.
Rafe’s fingers are still tightly wound around my wrist; thumb gently brushing over the several dozen goosebumps that have suddenly manifested across the entirety of my skin and I know he’s not going to. We might be high and stupid, but we also know better and Yes! Every atom in this silly, awkward body of mine is begging, screaming for him to crash his lips against mine-
“You do something for me and I’ll forget about the whole pervert thing. Okay?”
I can’t stop staring at his mouth, “M’kay.”
With his free hand - the one that isn’t drawing tantalizingly slow circles against my burning, needy skin - Rafe reaches over to the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out the same small baggy Barry handed him mere hours ago.
“Pills?” I guffaw, “You were buying pills?”
“No. Not just any pills, Sweetheart.” He grins, selfishly pulling back his touch and using it to expertly fish out a single white tablet. “Rohypnol.”
Rohypnol?
“Rohypnol?” I let the word roll down my tongue. “Why the fuck would you need Rohypnol?”
“Oh no. Not me. You.”
I blink, “Me?”
“Yeah. I mean, how else are you gonna help me teach my baby sister a lesson?”
Stepbro!rafe walks up next to you as you're cutting fruit up. He is definitely in your personal bubble. He was always in your personal bubble. Past the line of what was acceptable of step siblings. You huff as you complain, "What do you want, Rafe?" Rafe just smirks as his hand goes to the hem of your denim skirt, playing with it. "Just wanted to see what my little sis was doin'." Rafe tells you, always calling you his little sis but doing things like that, something very unbrotherly, because, well, he wasn't really your brother. You push his hand off your skirt and he just chuckles at your reaction before walking off.
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.
(season 2) stepbro!rafecameron x innocent!reader...DARKER CONTENT BELOW PLEASE BE AWARE! (also i kinda hate this but..)
rafe really was like an older brother to you..at first.
for example, he would tease you like you were his younger sister, but his lingering eyes and touches suggested that he thought of you as more than his 'sister'.
he'd reach his hand back to tug sharply on your hair to hear you whine when rose and ward was setting up the camera for a family picture--wheezie slapping his arm and sarah chastizing him as you pouted your glossy lips and rubbed your sore scalp. of course he'd act like he didn't do anything, rolling his eyes and trying to hide a smug smirk.
when he would wrestle you and manhandle you on the ground, his hands grappling at your waist, hips, arms, etc. as a means of getting you back after you snatched the television remote from his hand. he'd press down on your body, his hands pinning your arms down above your head as you giggled and squealed. when you tried to fight against his body with yours, he quickly moved one of his hands off your wrist to pin your hip down, your skirt riding up and bunching up when his hand adjusted his firm placing on you-- pink panties showing your swollen folds--and he felt his cock jump in his slacks. "stop---stop moving, y/n," he'd pant, a small laugh following a lingering smirk that was etched on his lips. his hair flopping in his eyes as he held you down. he straddled your body when you tried to push on his chest to get him off of you as you quipped a small, "can't breathe, rafey!" biting your lower lip as you tried to maneuver your way out of his grip. you were still holding onto the remote like a vice, though.
"yeah, well, maybe you would be able to breathe if you gave me the damn remote--ah!." he moved his hand to pin your hand that wasn't holding onto the remote down as you were about to slap him in the face.
because rafe is...well, rafe, and his anger issues fire off at any given moment, he flipped you around on your tummy pulling you up so your back was against his chest as he ripped the remote from your hand, breathing heavily in your ear as you whined. "don' fuckin' hit me, a'ight? hm?" he was quiet, a small threat that sent a chill to lick up your spine. "nod if you understand.." he said softly, with a bit of an edge laced in to his words. he liked when you were pliable like this. when you didn't nod, your brain in a blur-- he tsked, grabbing your face with his free hand once he threw the remote onto the couch, then gripped your face hard enough to force a pout on your lips as he harshly forced you to nod. "good, good." he said, and that was the first time you felt a little bit of fear around him. and he knew that. and he liked it. he had to put a pillow over his boner as you got up from the ground hopping onto the cushion next to him to see what show he was putting on, playing with the golden rings adorning his fingers.
