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𖤐 | JULIA 🍒✩ . ๑𖤐 - She/her | Rafe's slut, bissexual, lana del rey // red is my color. | I only write about Rafe/Drew. ( inglish is not my native linguage, i'm braziliam girl !! )
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content: smut - eating out, pet names (sweetheart, baby), porn with some plot, slight praise, slight face riding (??)
pairing: dom!Dean Winchester x sub!fem!reader
summary: dean shows you just how talented he is with his tongue
word count: 1.2k
The only thing you could focus on was how easily and smoothly Dean could tie a cherry stem with his tongue. The way he bit the fruit in one go, the way he sucked the pit clean and spat it out effortlessly into the bin beside him, and especially how quickly and precisely he tied the stem. You couldn’t help but think about what else he could do with his tongue, he was clearly talented with it, and you couldn’t help but wonder how he got so good with it.
He raised an eyebrow as he saw how shamelessly you were staring at him, seeing how hyper focused you were on his every movement. “You alright?” He asked as he pulled another perfectly knotted stem out of his mouth, holding it in front of you. “Impressive, ain’t it?” He tilted his head, grinning as you snapped out of your almost hypnotised state and sat up straight.
You shrugged as you pretended to inspect it, acting like it didn’t impress you at all. “I think you cheated. There’s no way you did that with your tongue.” You decided as you flicked it out of his hand and onto the other side of the table. This was a lie. You knew he didn’t cheat because you had watched exactly how he tied it with his tongue alone, memorising every careful movement. Dean scoffed and pushed your shoulder lightly in faux annoyance. “You think i’m a cheater, huh? Really? You think that low of me?”
“It’s just not impressive.” You told him as he picked up another cherry from the bowl in front of him, biting it clean off the stem before handing it over to you. “You do it then. If it’s not impressive, then surely it’s easy?” He insisted, his smirk teasing. You hesitated for a brief moment before taking it from him and bringing it to your own mouth. “Watch me, Winchester.” You tried to mimic what you had watched Dean do for the last 10 minutes, but you ended up failing miserably. You groaned in frustration as you took the stem out of your mouth, still unknotted. You rolled your eyes as you saw Dean chuckle in amusement, glad he had proved you wrong. “Shut up, for once.”
“It’s actually not that hard to do, you just need some practice.” He spoke as he pulled his seat closer to yours. “I can teach you, if you want.” His voice was low and cautious, and his eyes told you that he didn’t mean teaching you how to tie a cherry stem. You looked to him and then down at his hand that was now on top of yours. After a few more moments of silence, you nodded. “Yeah. I want you.” You paused. “To teach me.” Deans eyes darkened as he heard you and the implication behind your response, which was exactly the one he was hoping for.
Your breath hitched as he stood up from his chair, now moving to stand in front of you, his larger frame towering over you as he leaned down impossibly close. You waited for him to do something, close the gap that was barely there, but he didn’t. You eventually got frustrated and pulled him in yourself, clutching a fist full of his shirt. As soon as you put your lips on his, you felt his hands gripping at your shoulders, needing something to hold onto. He let out a low growl against your lips when he felt how you bit his lower lip, the gesture full of pure need that was growing intensely by the second. “Impatient, are we?” He teased, his voice warm and full of lust.
Before you could register what was happening, Dean had pulled away and was now sinking down onto his knees in front of you, gathering the fabric of your skirt with one hand so it was out of his way. You whimpered softly as you felt the wetness grow in between your legs as Dean began to kiss up to your inner thigh. “You said you want me to teach you,” he murmured as he hooked a finger around the fabric of your soaked panties, pulling them off slowly. “So i’m going to teach you what my tongue does.” He looked up at you from where he was knelt on the floor, silently asking that it was okay for him to continue. You nodded eagerly, pushing your hips forward to show how badly you wanted it.
Dean pressed a kiss to your clit before moving down to where you were dripping. “All of this for me, sweetheart?” He hummed as he pressed two fingers into your aching pussy, feeling how wet you really were. You let out a quiet whine, feeling increasingly desperate. “Need your mouth, Dean. Please.” He shook his head before pulling the fingers out of you, moving them to your thighs. “Keep these open for me, mkay? Atta girl.” He praised as you spread your legs open wider under him.
Your hand immediately moved to his hair when you felt his tongue lapping at your arousal in a way you’ve never felt before, making your clit throb. Dean was eating you out like it was his last meal, like he’d never get to taste you again. He moaned against your soaked pussy, causing you to gasp and buck your hips into his face. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” Dean growled as he pulled away. The sight of him on his knees in front of you, chin glistening with your slick and pupils blown out with arousal was enough to make you come right there. He wasted no time leaning back in, sucking on your clit roughly. His hands held onto your thighs so tightly little red crescent shaped marks took place as he continued to drag his tongue greedily through your cunt.
You tugged on his hair, letting out a breathy moan as you began to rut your hips against his face in desperation. “‘m s- so close-“ You cried out as he reached up to your hips, helping you to ride his face as he sucked on your clenching pussy, determined to make you come for him. His rhythm stayed steady as he felt your hips stutter and hand tighten in his hair. You gasped loudly as you came on his tongue, feeling him lap up your release, groaning against you and thrusting into nothing as he felt how hard his cock was against his jeans. Dean kept sucking your clit even after you came down from your orgasm, only stopping when you pulled him away, feeling overstimulated.
Your mouth was hanging open, still trying go catch your breath from the intense orgasm as Dean rose up to now be at eye level with you. “You okay? Wasn’t too much, was it?” He asked gently as he kissed the tip of your nose and then your mouth. You shook your head and gave him a small smile. “More than okay.” He returned the smile after you confirmed your wellbeing.
“Do you still think i’m cheating now, sweetheart? Or do you believe I can work magic with my tongue?”
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a/n: more smut because you guys love it. i’ve been eating cherries religiously recently, i’ve literally been eating two whole packets of them a day.. got inspiration for this earlier when my friend spent hours learning how to knot the stems of my cherries, and it came out just how i imagined it. again, i do NOT usually write smut, so i’m not sure how well written i think it is. tips are always appreciated if you have any to give!
Summary: You and Sam have been in a disagreement for over a week. Both of you think you’re right in the argument, but neither one of you wants to admit defeat. Dean gets fed up and decides to leave so that you two can work out your problems… or fuck it out.
Square Filled: size kink for @spnkinkbb
Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated! <3
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It’s day nine of your and Sam’s fight and Dean is getting sick and tired of playing the middleman. He has heard both sides of the story multiple times, and all he wants to do is rip his own ears off.
He’s done.
He doesn’t want to play this game anymore.
“Where are you going?” Sam asks when he sees his brother.
Dean has a duffel bag slung over his shoulders, and he walks to the metal stairs.
“I’m staying in a motel for a few days. You and Y/N are kind of pissing me off, so you need to sort out your shit. I kind of don’t want to be here when you do.”
“She’s the one who is being a baby about this. Why should I have to fix it?”
“Because you’re Sam. Because you’re the one who is good with the words. Plus, I know you understand her worries about it, right? She’s just looking out for you, man.”
Sam grumbles but doesn’t say anything more.
“I’ll be back in a few days. Try not to break anything while I’m gone, and you better wipe down anything you fuck on. Bye.”
Sam rolls his eyes when he hears the metal doors slam. Yes, he understands why you’re pissed at him, but this is the life. He has always made it clear that he might not be okay after a hunt. As sucky as it is, you have to be okay with that.
You are, but what you’re not okay with is him putting his life at risk every time someone screams for help. He put himself in harm's way for someone, and it almost got him killed. You’re all for him and Dean saving people from monsters, but you don’t need him to get killed in the process.
You were pissed in the beginning of this fight, but now you’re ignoring him out of spite. You don’t hate him, but he gets so unbelievably irritating at times.
Sam knows how to fix this. Your attitude is the problem. He’s ready to move on, but you’re being a brat. He knows only one way of fixing this issue.
You’re inside the kitchen making some food for you and Sam. He might irritate you, but you don’t want him to starve. You’re layering the noodles for a nice lasagna when Sam walks into the kitchen. Your plan is to ignore him until you see that he’s wearing nothing but a towel.
His chest is wet with droplets of water. His chest hair sticks to his pecs. His hair is wet from the shower, but no longer dripping.
All you want to do is lick up each droplet of water, but then you remember you’re supposed to be mad at him. You clear your throat and go back to layering the dish with uncooked noodles. He stands right behind you and leans against the counter, watching you work.
You don’t need to turn around to know he’s there. You can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“Can I help you?” When he doesn’t answer you, you roll your eyes. “I’m not going to look at you. I’m still mad at you.”
Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your ass and the sound of fabric swatting your skin.
“Ow! What the fuck?”
You turn to yell at him when you notice he is butt-ass naked. He uses his towel to swat your ass. His cock is already half-hard, and you quickly look away so you don’t do something stupid like pounce on him.
Your pussy throbs at the anticipation, but you squeeze your thighs tighter together to get her to shut up.
“Go away, Sam.”
“I’m your boyfriend, Y/N.” He grabs your hips and tugs you into his body. “You can look.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not? Afraid you’ll want me too much?”
He grinds his cock in the crack of your ass, and you suppress a moan. It’s been over a week since he’s fucked you, and your pussy is desperate. She’s this close to crying for him.
“Stop. I’m mad at you,” you whisper.
Your voice isn’t as strong as you want it to be, and he knows it.
“No, you’re not. I know what you’re trying to do. Your attitude is all tough until it’s running down your leg.”
Fuck, why does he have such a dirty mouth? You’re desperate for him now, and he knows it. He reaches around you and undoes the button on your jeans. He roughly yanks both your jeans and panties down until they are pooling around your ankles. He pushes your chest down until you’re flush against it.
He runs his big hands over the globes of your ass, and you bite your lip in anticipation.
“I want you to count.” He brings his hand down onto your ass, causing you to yelp in surprise. “If you don’t count, we start all over.”
“One,” you pant.
Smack! You squeak out the second number, already losing focus. Spanking is a big turn-on for you. Sam rubs your sore cheek with one hand, bringing his other hand to your other cheek.
“Three!” you gasp.
Smack! Smack! Smack! They come in quick bursts, and you do your best to keep voicing the number you’re on. Only four more. Sam presses his hard cock into the crack of your ass while kneading your cheeks. He pulls away and slaps both cheeks at the same time, and you count out number seven and eight.
“Fuck, you’re doing such a good job. Two more. Can you handle it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.”
Sam grins and smacks you twice more, satisfaction running through his body when he hears how needy you are in your voice.
“What a good girl. Fuck, you’re soaked, and I’ve barely begun.”
You whine when you feel his finger tracing your entrance, gathering the wetness that sits there. Without warning, he shoves a finger inside of you, and your back arches. At this point, you’re wet enough so that Sam slips right in without resistance. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your reddened skin, and you moan when he curls his finger in you. He slowly pulls it out, only to put two into you when he pushes forward.
“Fuck, please, Sam. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl,” you beg.
“Good things come to good girls who behave.”
Sam pulls his fingers out of you and sticks one of them into his mouth. Fuck, he’s never tasted anything like this. So tangy yet with a hint of sweetness. He leans over you and puts his middle finger to your mouth.
“Taste how wet you are.”
You don’t think twice about taking his middle finger into your mouth. You lick and suck your juices off his finger. You moan and push back into him, impatient for his cock. He pulls his finger out of your mouth and stands up straight, wrapping one of his hands around his cock.
“Do you want me bare?” he asks. “To feel every inch of me as I slide into this pretty cunt?”
“Yes, Sam. Please, fuck me.”
He grabs your hips with one hand and pumps himself with the other hand. “Well, when you beg like that, how can I say no?”
Sam runs the tip of his cock through your folds before pushing in. You gasp at how big he is, and it takes everything in you not to push back against him. In one quick thrust, he seats himself in you.
“Fuck!” you gasp.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs so that your head is off the counter. He stays like that for a moment, just allowing you to feel how full you are, and allowing himself not to come right there and then. A week might not be long, but it is when your pussy feels this good.
He starts off slow, pulling out and watching himself slide right back in. What a sight to behold. So wet for him. He can see his cock is shiny with your pussy whenever he pulls out. He wonders what you’d look like on your knees sucking him clean.
Another fantasy for another day.
Then, he starts to pick up the pace, watching as your red ass jiggles whenever he slams into you. You’ve never been quiet during sex. It’s a good thing Dean left when he did. However, he doesn’t care if he is here. He’d still fuck you however he wants.
He presses the front of his body to your back, pinning you flush against the desk. His soft grunts fill your ears as does the sound of his cock slamming into you. Fuck, this is so much better than you could have hoped for. A week without sex makes the makeup fuck even better.
The spanking got you halfway to an orgasm, so you’re close without him touching your clit. Normally, you need that to come, but you’re so caught in the moment that you can’t think of anything else but coating his cock with your cum.
“Does my good girl want to come?” he grunts out.
“Please. Let me come,” you beg.
“What was that? You have to speak up if you want me to hear you,” he smirks.
Pleasure spikes your entire body as he quickens his thrusts. He’s close, whether he wants to admit it or not. You clench around his cock, making it slightly harder for Sam to move.
“It’s like that, huh? Fuck,” he curses. “Are you close?” You nod rapidly. “Come for me. I want you to fucking soak my cock with your cum.”
Fuck, he even talks dirty well. His thrusts get deeper and hit a spot you never knew existed. Stars explode in your vision as you’re brought to orgasm. Your body jerks as your pussy spasms around his cock. Sam moans softly and thrusts once more before shooting his load inside of you. He removes his hand from your hair, and you drop your head to the counter.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
Sam looks down and sees a bit of your mixed cum leaking out of you. He slowly pulls out, making you wince from the pressure. His cum leaks down your thigh, but he’s quick to catch it. He scoops up whatever he can and pushes his cum back into you.
“Now, are you going to stop being a brat?”
“I’m sorry, Sam,” you sigh. You stand up on shaky legs and turn to face him. “I just worry about you.”
“I know, but please trust that I’d never do anything that would take me away from you. I’ve been doing this for a long time. I know the risks.”
“Okay,” you whisper. You kick away your clothes just as Sam picks you up by your thighs. “We need to clean this counter.”
“Later. Dinner can wait. I’m hungry for something else.”
Your laughter echoes off the walls as he carries you to your shared room, where he can lavish you for hours.
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summary, When your car breaks down, you head to your dad’s auto shop expecting him—but find Rafe Cameron there alone instead. He’s your dad’s newest hire: covered in grease, a bad attitude, and worse intentions. You’ve always been the good girl, untouched and innocent… but Rafe sees right through you. And he’s got a thing for ruining pretty things.
You shouldn't have gone there alone.
Not with the way he looked at you.
Your dad’s garage smelled like oil and rubber, the air thick with heat and grease, the kind that clung to your skin. You only needed a ride home; your car was still in the shop, and he promised to take you. But the office was empty, the lights off, and your father’s truck was nowhere in sight.
Only he was there.
Rafe Cameron.
He looked up from under the hood of a ‘69 Charger, wiping his hands on a rag already stained black. His jaw flexed as he watched you walk in, all sundress and lipgloss, a little too sweet for a place like this. A slow, crooked smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Daddy's not here,” he said, voice low and rough. “He left about ten minutes ago.” He glanced down at his hands, then back up at you. “Told me to lock up. Guess he forgot you were comin’.”
“Oh,” you breathed, fingers fidgeting with your bag strap. “I just—I needed a ride.”
He set the rag aside and leaned back against the car, eyes dragging down your body. You weren’t dumb. You knew he was trouble. Your dad warned you about him more than once.
Too many fights. Too many girls. Too much attitude.
And yet here you were.
Rafe cocked his head. “You trust me to take you home, sweetheart?”
You hesitated. “I mean… I guess I don’t have a choice?”
That grin deepened, dangerous now like he knew something you didn’t. He walked slowly toward you, each step echoing in the cavernous space until he was standing right before you, tall and broad and still smelling like motor oil and cigarettes.
“You shouldn’t say shit like that,” he murmured, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “Someone like me might take it the wrong way.”
Your breath caught.
“I—I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Sure you did.” His fingers trailed down to your neck, then paused at your collarbone, eyes locked on yours. “You think your daddy would still let me work here if he knew the things I wanted to do to his little girl?”
You swallowed hard. “Rafe…”
“You ever been touched, baby?” he whispered, voice like smoke. “Or are you still all sweet and tight and untouched?”
Your cheeks burned, and that silence was all he needed.
“Oh, fuck. You are, aren’t you?”
He groaned, low and filthy, his hand slipping to your waist. “You got no idea what that does to me.”
“Rafe, I don’t think—”
He kissed you before you could finish, mouth hot and urgent against yours. You should’ve pushed him away. You should’ve. But instead you melted into him, fingers clinging to his grease-streaked shirt as he kissed you like he was starving.
“I’ll be good,” he rasped against your lips. “I’ll teach you nice. Make it feel so fuckin’ good you’ll forget your own name.”
He backed you into the tool bench, hands lifting your skirt, his breath hot against your neck. And when he finally sank to his knees in front of you, looking up like you were the only thing worth worshipping, you realized that you weren’t walking out of that shop the same girl who walked in.
You gripped the edge of the workbench behind you like it was the only thing keeping you upright. Rafe’s hands, big and calloused, pushed your thighs apart, the rough pads of his fingers dragging across your soft skin. He looked like he belonged down there, kneeling between your legs, grease-smudged and hungry.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, eyes dark, locked on your core like a predator. “You scared, baby?”
You nodded, breath catching.
“Good.” His smirk was cruel and fond all at once. “You should be. You’ve been daddy’s little angel all your life, huh? Never done anything bad.”
His hands slid up under your skirt, fingertips brushing over the cotton of your underwear. “But here you are. Soaking through these just from me talking to you.”
You whimpered when he pressed his thumb against the damp spot. “Don’t worry,” he crooned. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”
He pulled your panties aside and didn’t waste time. His tongue was on you in seconds, hot and wet, licking you like he’d been waiting forever for a taste. You gasped, hands flying to his hair, thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, mouth working you like a fucking meal.
“Rafe—oh my god—”
He growled into you, dragging the flat of his tongue up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth. It was filthy. Messy. Nothing like the sweet first time you’d imagined, but it felt good. Too good. Your head tipped back, chest heaving as he devoured you like he owned you.
“This what you wanted?” he asked, voice muffled between your thighs. “You wanted someone to ruin you, didn’t you? Someone to show you what that tight little pussy’s for.”
Your moan was all the answer he needed.
“Yeah,” he grunted, sucking harder. “That’s it. Be a good girl and come on my fuckin’ face.”
You didn’t stand a chance. It slammed into you, hot and intense, your thighs trembling as he held you through it, still licking, still sucking, until you were panting and boneless.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were soaked with you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then stood, towering over you again.
“Look at you,” he said, dragging a thumb across your swollen bottom lip. “All fucked out and I haven’t even been inside you yet.”
Your knees buckled, and he caught you with a laugh, lifting you up like you weighed nothing and setting you down on the workbench.
“You want more, baby?” he whispered, unbuckling his belt. “’Cause I’m not done showing you just how bad you really are.”
Your legs were shaking as he laid you back on the workbench, the chill of the metal biting at your spine but all you could focus on was him.
Rafe stood between your thighs, jeans pushed low, cock in hand, thick, heavy, and flushed with need. You stared, lips parted, overwhelmed by his size and sheer presence.
“You sure about this, baby?” he asked, voice lower than a growl. “You let me in now, I’m not gonna be gentle. Not the first time, not the tenth. You let me fuck you once and you’ll never be able to stop.”
You whimpered, but nodded.
“I want you.”
“Yeah?” he muttered, lining himself up with your entrance. “Then be a good girl and open up f’me.”
The stretch burned at first, hot and sharp and too much. You gasped, hands clutching at the edge of the bench, body tight around him as he pushed in, slow but unrelenting. Inch after inch, filling you more than anything ever had.
“Fuck,” Rafe breathed, head falling forward. “You’re so damn tight… like your cunt’s never been touched.”
“It hasn’t,” you whispered, voice trembling. “You’re the first…”
His groan was downright sinful. “Fuckin’ knew it. I knew it. Bet your daddy doesn’t have a fuckin’ clue what his little girl’s doing in the back of his shop right now.”
You buried your face in his neck, overwhelmed, but so full, so deep.
Then Rafe started to move, slow at first, then harder, faster, as your slick built up and your moans got louder. The bench squeaked beneath you, metal tools clinking with every thrust, your hands desperately clawing at his shoulders.
“You like that?” he grunted. “Like being split open on my cock like a fuckin’ toy?”
You couldn’t even speak, just nodded, tears at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. From how much you loved it.
Then...
BZZZ. BZZZ.
Your phone lit up next to you on the workbench.
Daddy Calling…
Your stomach dropped.
Rafe saw it. Smirked. And never stopped thrusting.
“Ohhh, fuck yes,” he laughed under his breath. “Answer it.”
“I—I can’t—”
He grabbed the phone, hit accept, and held it to your ear with a dark glint in his eyes.
“Say hi, baby,” he murmured. “Let him hear that sweet voice while I’m buried in your fuckin’ guts.”
You struggled to keep your voice steady. “H-Hi, Daddy…”
His voice on the other end was casual. “Hey, sweetheart. Just checkin’ in, you get to the shop okay? Rafe still around?”
Rafe’s hand gripped your throat lightly, eyes burning into yours.
You swallowed hard. “Y-Yeah. He’s here. Just—finishing up…”
He thrust deep. You whimpered.
“You alright, honey? You sound… outta breath.”
Rafe mouthed, Lie to him.
“I’m good,” you managed, voice tight. “It’s just… hot back here.”
You heard your dad laugh. “Alright, well, tell Rafe I’ll see him Monday. You need a ride home or he takin’ you?”
Rafe mouthed it again, hips snapping up into yours: Say I’m taking you.
“He’s—he’s taking me,” you said, blinking through tears.
You hung up quick. The second the line dropped, Rafe slammed into you, hard enough to make the whole bench shift.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, his rhythm going brutal now. “Lying to Daddy while I fuck you full, what would he think if he saw you right now?”
You couldn’t answer. Couldn’t think. You were already falling apart. Reaching a high for the second time. This time, it felt like fire spreading through your veins, every muscle in your body tensing.
“You gonna let me cum in you?” he growled. “Let me stuff this tight little pussy and walk you out like nothin’ happened?”
“Please,” you cried, arching under him. “I want it—I want all of it—”
That was it.
He groaned, deep and rough, grinding into you as he came, hot and thick, spilling inside you. His hips jerked once, twice more before he collapsed over you, panting, still buried deep.
When he pulled out, his cum spilled down your thighs, warm and messy.
He stared at it for a second. Then looked at you, eyes hungry and possessive.
“You’re not a Daddy’s girl anymore,” he whispered. “You’re mine now.”
The garage was quiet again. The only sound was the faint hum of the old fan in the corner and your unsteady breathing as you lay back on the bench, legs still trembling.
Rafe hadn’t pulled out yet. His cock was softening inside you, but he didn’t move. Just leaned over you, one hand cupping your cheek, the other tracing lazy patterns along your thigh.
“You alright?” he asked, voice low, almost tender.
You nodded, blinking up at him, the edges of your innocence frayed and unraveling. “Yeah.”
“Hurts?”
“A little,” you admitted. “But not in a bad way.”
He smiled, the cocky edge of his grin softened by something warm. He brushed his lips over your forehead and murmured, “Told you I’d take care of you.”
Your eyes fluttered shut.
He finally pulled out, and you gasped at the warm spill of him leaking down your thighs. His eyes darkened as he watched it, his fingers tracing your inner thigh, dragging through the mess he made.
“Gonna be dripping all the way home,” he muttered, mostly to himself. “Bet you’ll still be wet when you sit down for dinner.”
You shoved at his chest, half-laughing, half-embarrassed. “Stop!”
He grinned but handed you a clean rag, helping you clean up gently even though his fingers lingered too long, like he couldn’t not touch you.
Once you were decent again, he pulled you close, settling between your legs, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your chest.
“You know he’s gonna find out,” he said eventually.
Your stomach dropped.
“W-What?”
Rafe looked up at you with a slow, lazy smirk. “He’s not dumb. You think he won’t notice the way you walk? Or the way you can’t even look him in the eye after being filled with my cum.”
You slapped his shoulder with a gasp, mortified, but he caught your wrist, pulled your hand to his mouth, and kissed your knuckles.
“You’re mine now.” His voice was gravel and heat. “You think I’m gonna let someone else touch what I just ruined? No fuckin’ chance.”
Your heart twisted at his words, possessive, raw, and real. This wasn’t just a one-time thing to him. And despite every reason to say no, to pull away, to run home and pretend nothing happened…
You didn’t want to.
Not when he looked at you like that.
Like you were the only good thing he’d ever laid hands on.
Like he wanted to dirty you up again and again just to keep a piece of you under his skin.
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.
♡ NSFW ALPHABET : BABYDADDY!RAFE X POGUE!SWEETHEART!READER EDITION
warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, descriptions of motherhood, creampie(s), cum play, breastfeeding, lactation kink, use of the name ‘daddy’ (you’ve been warned!!), ovulation, breeding, light teasing, male masturbation, oral (f. receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation
a/n: soooo sorry this took long to get out! i hope y’all girlies love it and feel free to leave requests for this pairing <3
₊˚⊹♡ A : AFTERCARE (what are they like after sex?)
short and sweet. if taking care of a baby wasn’t already tiring within itself and making you fall asleep as soon as you settled into the plush comforter of your bed, rafe making you cum a minimum of three times in a single round was definitely going to do the trick. you’re still trembling from your orgasm, rafe trailing a line of kisses from your temple, down to the underside of your jaw when your brain suddenly switches and you’re back in mommy mode. “the baby..” you whisper, “i have to check on the baby.” rafe is shushing you, gently stroking your cheek and relieving you of your worries as he gets up from the bed. “i’ll go check, okay? don’t move a muscle, sweetheart.”
₊˚⊹♡ B : BODY PART (their favorite body part on each other)
babydaddy!rafe is in loveee with your hips. so much so, that it stirs something primal inside of him whenever his eyes rake down your beautiful figure. he’ll rest his hands in the supple curves, a shiver running down your spine when you feel the familiar dig of his fingers deepen into your skin. protection, possession— you could feel it in the way rafe guides you on top of his lap just before pushing into you, his vice-like hold on your hips surely leaving you sore for the next morning. he likes to run the back of his knuckles along your side, his hand dipping every time he follows your natural curve. “i love seeing the baby attached to your hip, ‘just makes me wanna give you another one.”
while pogue!sweetheart!reader loves everything about rafe, watching his forearms in action always made her dizzy with all of the dirty thoughts swirling around in her head. she’d watch him carefully while he was on daddy duty, the heavy diaper bag that she often struggled with carrying (only when she was by herself) would be lifted up effortlessly by rafe as if it weighed nothing. she likes to think it started when rafe fucked her in a headlock one particular night, the feeling of his muscled arm pressing against her throat with every thrust was something truly unforgettable— she still daydreamed about it till this day. rafe would catch her staring all the time, her eyes following the veins that protruded there.
₊˚⊹♡ C : CUM (anything to do with cum)
creampies are a must. if rafe isn’t holding you in place— balls deep and filling you up with every drop of his seed, he’s watching his cum seep out of you in slow dribbles, the sight driving him insane. there’s times where he can’t help but gather the mess and push it back into you with a choked groan, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair to make you watch. it’s rare that rafe cums on you instead of in you, but when he does, he likes to finish on your tits, his jaw falling slack as the thick, white ropes drip down to your stomach. sometimes for a shock factor, you’d lick some of the sticky remnants from your chest, a giggle leaving your lips as rafe stared at you wide eyed and horny for round two.
₊˚⊹♡ D : DIRTY (a dirty secret of theirs)
oddly enough, babydaddy!rafe is absolutely feral over the fact that you’re breastfeeding. he wakes up to you whimpering in discomfort, your breasts so engorged with milk that he feels almost relieved when you ask him to massage you while you pump. he doesn’t know why he finds it so sexy, he just knows that when you agreed to let him have a taste one night as a joke, it was anything but funny the way he was so turned on. rafe came in record time, his obsession with your tits becoming damn near insufferable as he tried his best to stay composed around you. “are you done nursing for the night?” rafe would ask as he fixed himself under the covers, secretly hoping you weren’t too tired to have him latch onto you instead..
pogue!sweetheart!reader is secretly sooo freaky behind closed doors, it takes rafe by surprise whenever you do something that he’s completely at a loss for words for. while everyone knows you as the sweet girl who sells baked goods out of her own kitchen, rafe is the one who hears ‘please don’t stop, daddy!’ while he absolutely pounds you into another universe. one minute you’re screaming his name, clinging onto him like your life depends on it, and the next minute you’re selling cookies to the sweet old lady at the country club while you rave all about your precious little bundle of joy waiting for you at home.
₊˚⊹♡ E : EXPERIENCE (how experienced are they?)
surprisingly, rafe didn’t have much sex before meeting pogue!sweetheart!reader. sure, he’d have a few escapades here and there, and if he felt like he was up to it (which was occasionally)— he’d go all the way. as for you, you didn’t have much experience under your belt, either. you had a ‘no commitment, no sex’ dating rule that you followed and stayed adamant about. knowing how sensitive and emotional, and maybe even a little needy you could be, you knew you couldn’t let yourself have sex with someone you didn’t feel strongly for.. and then rafe came along. once you and him established yourselves as a couple, there was no stopping the marathon sex you two were having, the baby you two now shared being proof of that..
₊˚⊹♡ F : FAVORITE POSITION (click here for !reader’s fav)
‘harmony’ just so happens to be the position that got you pregnant in the first place, and understandably so. babydaddy!rafe is going for it every single time he knows you’re ovulating. with your hips elevated— all thanks to your favorite heart-shaped, lace trimmed throw pillow, and your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, it was the perfect recipe for you two to start cooking up baby number one. “gotta’ make sure it sticks, gorgeous, because we’re not leaving this bed until it does.” he said through gritted teeth, your walls squeezing around him like a vice. you laid there, defeated, feeling so fucked out and delirious, all you could do was let rafe stay nestled deep inside of you until he was done filling you up.
₊˚⊹♡ G : GOOFY (are they serious or humorous?)
considering babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader are humorous in their everyday lives, it’s natural for their inside jokes and giggles to follow them into the bedroom. rafe would sometimes mock you when you were really loud, your cheeks heating before a small smile would crack on your lips. “don’t do that!” you’d scold him, hiding your face out of embarrassment. of course, rafe would always reassure you that he was just kidding before making you be even louder than before. however, don’t be fooled by their antics, they could be just as serious too, both of them keeping their eyes locked on each other while rafe worked her body the best way he knows how.
₊˚⊹♡ H : HAIR (how well groomed is he?)
just for personal preferences, babydaddy!rafe is bald most of the time except for when stubble starts coming through due to maintenance being the last thing on his mind. sharing the responsibilities of taking care of a baby left him too tired to care about shaving every so often. while neither of you really cared about body hair on each other, you couldn’t deny the prickly feeling between your legs whenever rafe would be on top of you, a small laugh escaping your lips before he’d look down at you, confused. “what’s so funny? is it my face?” you were quick to shake your head at his words, your body jolting when his fingers found your clit, “no, it just tickles that’s all..”
₊˚⊹♡ I : INTIMACY (how are they during the moment?)
theres’s not a single thing (except the sound of their baby’s cry) that will distract them out of their moment and make them pull away from each other. if rafe isn’t admiring pogue!sweetheart!reader’s beautiful face, his eyes are running down her body as he caresses her flesh ever so gently. babydaddy!rafe makes sure there’s no space left between them while he’s inside of her, her moans reverberating against his skin as he presses kisses to her temple. both of them are so emotionally present when it comes to pleasing one another, pogue!sweetheart!reader is 1000% sure that’s why it feels special every single time. they both treat intimacy like it’s an act of passion and not just something to get out of the way.
₊˚⊹♡ J : JACK OFF (how often does he do it?)
despite him being a new parent and not really having time for anything, he didn’t jerk off as much prior to you having the baby, either. it’s almost like your relationship stayed in the honeymoon phase and you two never really stopped having sex until you fell pregnant and it was done in moderation. even at that, he was far too concerned for your health and your wellbeing to really let loose the way he did before you had a growing baby bump. if he jerked off it was because he had to be away from you for work related stuff and it was always you on his mind whenever he’d tug one out. babydaddy!rafe would much prefer you to be the one making him cum rather than his fist, but he sufficed when he needed to..
₊˚⊹♡ K : KINK (one of his kinks, read more here)
touching base on rafe’s dirty little secret— LACTATION KINKKK!!!! it started one night when he was laying on his side, his arm draped across your torso as you snored softly in his hold. he was still awake, his attention trained on the tv in the corner when suddenly he felt something damp against his skin. eyebrows knitting in confusion, rafe pulled away only to see two wet stains adorning the oversized t-shirt you currently wore. just as he was going to see what was wrong, your eyes fluttered open, a pained whimper falling from your lips as your fingers immediately felt for your breasts. as expected, they were swollen beyond belief, your best judgement going against you as you had decided earlier that evening to skip out on pumping until the next morning. you asked rafe if he could grab your pump from the kitchen, and without hesitation he jumped up and did it, quickly flicking on the lamp that sat on your bedside table. when rafe came back, he almost stopped dead in his tracks at the sight. there you were, completely topless as a small drop of milk dripped down the perfect swell that was your tit. you looked up at him from where he was standing in the doorway and giggled. “what? you want a taste?” he was never the same after he took you up on your offer..
₊˚⊹♡ L : LOCATION (favorite place to do the deed)
for babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader, nothing will ever beat them being in the comfort of their own home where the baby wasn’t far (the nursery being next door to their bedroom). maybe it was also a ‘peace of mind’ thing, because the one time they tried to have sex away from the baby, both of them couldn’t really focus and it didn’t work out. however, they thrived in their own environment, both of them basically having sex anywhere in the house. whether it was in the bedroom, the living room— or even in the shower.. home was their favorite place to be.
₊˚⊹♡ M : MOTIVATION (what turns them on?)
seeing each other be parents. for rafe, he loved how impossibly sweeter you had become. you were even more willing and softer than before, and he admired that greatly. you didn’t let the stresses of motherhood consume you, you just let him take the reigns whenever you needed a break. that established trust, love, and respect offered a reassurance that made both of you feel secure. as for pogue!sweetheart!reader.. she loved how protective rafe was. the constant need to have a hand on her at all times, the fact that he followed the sidewalk rule without you ever bringing it up, never walking ahead of you, never allowing you to touch door handles or carry anything, it all contributed to you feeling safe and taken care of.
₊˚⊹♡ N : NO (what they wouldn’t do/turn offs)
degradation. babydaddy!rafe refuses to call you names and/or embarrass/humiliate you. not just because you’re the mother of his child, but he just overall can’t bring himself to speak to you in a degrading manner. the one time you asked him to be a little bit mean in bed he felt so bad afterwards, it immediately felt wrong and neither of you didn’t like it. another thing that’s a big no in the bedroom is anything that causes you pain. deliberately hitting you, choking you without you asking for it, pulling your hair so hard you yelp— those are just a few that are on the list of don’ts!
₊˚⊹♡ O : ORAL (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc..)
between you and rafe, rafe is the one who can’t keep his head out from between your thighs. he’s definitely a giver more than a receiver and he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. he eats you out for his pleasure, and of course for yours too, but nothing gets him off like having you squirm and whine his name while you finish around his tongue. his slow and calculated movements have you trembling in his arms in no time, his end goal being you making a mess all over his face. he never failed, but god, would it wear you out afterwards. limbs so weak they felt like dead weight, your eyes blinking in and out of sleep from the force of your mutiple orgasms, but most of all— and rafe’s favorite part; your post orgasm(s) glow with that familiar fucked out expression etched onto your pretty face.
₊˚⊹♡ P : PACE (fast and rough or slow and sensual?)
slow and sensual has been their go-to from the very start. no rushing, no urgency, just them in their own little world where no one else exists. these two are more on the vanilla side, but they prefer it that way. rafe has always made sure to be relatively gentle with you, never speeding up or punctuating his thrusts unless you ask him for it (which you always do). you’re trailing soft kisses along rafe’s collarbones when he decides to ground himself into your core, his pubic bone rubbing your clit in hard and heavy circles. the sensation has your back arching into his chest, both of you staring deeply into each other’s eyes as he slowly but surely made you cry out in sheer pleasure.
₊˚⊹♡ Q : QUICKIE (their opinion and how often they do it)
they aren’t too keen on quickies, nor do they partake in them either. the only time they had a quickie was before pogue!sweetheart!reader was pregnant and rafe had to leave really early for a work meeting. there was no time for foreplay or aftercare, and rafe hated leaving you right after the deed was done (no worries though, he made up for it later that night). you giggled to yourself when rafe texted you nearly an hour later after he left, the words ‘why do i feel like a douchebag who just hit it and quit it??’ illuminating your phone screen.
₊˚⊹♡ R : RISK (do they take risks, etc..)
well.. they’re parents now, so ‘taking risks’ is one way to put it. they still aren’t taking precautions or using contraceptives so it’s safe to say that babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader are ‘risking it’ every time they need to get their hands on each other.. and while they’re not entirely closed off to having another baby, it’s not really their goal to get pregnant again, so that’s a topic of discussion they still need to have. their last resort ‘solution’ (since neither of them is really concerned to begin with) would be the pull out method.. and to say rafe’s pull out game was pathetic would be an understatement.
₊˚⊹♡ S : STAMINA (how long can he last?)
besides the fact that they already take their time, these two can go at it forever. marathon sex has been something they have indeed done on multiple occasions, not including the time they spent together in the beginning of their relationship when it was an everyday thing. babydaddy!rafe lasts relatively long only because he has to force himself not to cum too early until you’re cock drunk and hysterical by the time he fills you up— and even after that, he still takes pogue!sweetheart!reader round after round until she taps out..
₊˚⊹♡ T : TOYS (do they own or use any sex toys?)
babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader use toys (a vibrator) very rarely. they both have to be in a spontaneous mood to use the vibe that sits at the bottom of pogue!sweetheart!reader’s panty drawer. the only reason why they don’t use it normally is because rafe already has her finishing with little to no effort, considering he knows her body like the back of his hand. when they do use it though, they don’t stop until it needs to be charged again. rafe has way too much fun overstimulating you until your thighs lock around his hand and you have tears rolling down your cheeks.
₊˚⊹♡ U : UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)
pogue!sweetheart!reader is a spoiled princess in the sense that babydaddy!rafe gives her everything she wants. there’s no teasing, no denying, no holding back when it comes to pleasing you. if rafe wants to hear you beg, then maybeee he’ll refrain from toying with your clit while your hips move desperately for some much needed attention. however, he’ll never make you go without getting what you ask for. the only ‘teasing’ that you do is when you wear something special to sleep to get rafe riled up, but of course, you find yourself folding to his advances just minutes later..
₊˚⊹♡ V : VOLUME (how loud are they?)
in the beginning whenever babydaddy!rafe and pogue!sweetheart!reader started having sex again after the baby came home, they were far too scared that the baby would wake up if they made the slightest sound, so for about two months they were doing everything they can to minimize noise. covering each other’s mouths, biting down on their lips, biting down on each other, muffling moans with pillows, whatever it took to make sure they were quiet, they did it. but whenever you and rafe just needed a small break, wheezie would stay the night with the baby at tanneyhill, which meant you two had the house to yourselves, and there was nothing that can keep either of your volumes down.
₊˚⊹♡ W : WILDCARD (random headcanon)
babydaddy!rafe who can’t help but ask pogue!sweetheart!reader if he could fuck her tits. he’s watching her do her skincare routine from the bedroom, her pretty nightdress not doing anything to keep his eyes from running down the curves of her breasts, the sheer, pink material leaving nothing to the imagination as her nipples peeked at him through the fabric. pogue!sweetheart!reader let out a small sigh when she finally finished, her skin feeling warm and buttery soft once rafe took her in his arms, his hands not-so-subtly inching up her torso until he was groping her through her nightdress. “you’re gorgeous, baby,” rafe whispered softly, his voice dropping down to that dangerous baritone that made you bend to his every will, “how about letting me fuck these tits, hm?”
₊˚⊹♡ X : X-RAY (what’s going on in his pants?)
babydaddy!rafe is slightly girthy, but has more length than anything. your brain always goes blank at the sight, especially when he’s lining up with your entrance and you just know his tip will be nudging your cervix with every thrust. he stays cleaned up for the most part, considering he takes pride in both his hygiene and cleanliness. he has a slight curve that never fails to make you see stars every time he hits that sweet spot inside of you, your mouth falling open as a string of moans echo in his ears. rafe knows what he carries around, and god does he know how to use it.
₊˚⊹♡ Y : YEARNING (how high is their sex drive)
prior to having the baby, their sex drive was at an all time high. not only were they getting in multiple sessions a day, they quite literally couldn’t go without being in bed with each other for extended periods of time. whenever rafe had to go on the mainland with ward for some ‘cameron development’ stuff, he would come back to you and show you just how much he missed you, each orgasm hitting you harder than the last. however, now that the baby was here, the amount of ‘sexy’ time they shared had expectantly been cut down. knowing how tired each other must be, it has never been considered an inconvenience, nor a problem.
₊˚⊹♡ Z : Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards)
not as fast as they would like to, i’m afraid. although they could fall asleep right after the deed, they always take advantage of this time to take turns watching the baby while the other showers and gets ready for bed. thankfully, rafe always lets you go first, all of the day’s tension washing away as you scrub your body with rafe’s favorite body wash. whenever the baby is down, and you two are finally ready to call it a night, you’ll settle underneath the comforter as rafe’s arms wrap tightly around your waist, his chin resting in the curve of your neck. “same time tomorrow?” rafe teased, only feeling satisfied once he heard you laugh.
yes, the idea of reader getting used as a fleshlight is fantastic, but what about reader using him as a dildo? not worried about his pleasure. you're only fucking him because he's a loser with a huge cock.
you're stuffing your panties (lacy, soaked through, reeking of your perfect pussy) into his face in a failed attempt to stifle his loud, unabashed moans. he definitely hasn't been fucked before, if so, not like this. due to his inexperience, he's probably came way too many times already inside you, and so you're bouncing on his fat, slimy cock with cum sloshing inside you and leaking with every bounce onto his pelvis.
"oh fuck- shut up, will you? i'm t-trying... mmnh... to focus," you manage out. trying to sound stern is basically an impossibility when you've got his cock smushed inside you to the hilt.
his hands are fisted in the sheets, knuckles white, thighs trembling beneath you as you sink down on him and then rock your hips back and forth while completely stuffed. this method doesn't give him as much pleasure as it does for you, but you don't care. this isn't for his pleasure, or your connection. all you care about is how deep he hits when you sink all the way, how your cunt's clenching so tight he can't stop shaking.
"f-fuck-!" he whines again pathetically through the lace in his mouth, drool soaking the crotch of your panties where they're pressed over his mouth and nose. his eyes are wide, glassy, fixed on the place where you meet him. it's humiliating how desperate he looks.
"you like getting used, huh?" you pant, beginning to bounce again so the overstimulation hits once more. you let his big, drooling cock drag and catch with each rough bounce. it makes that slick, wet sound every time you move.
"ah- ye-yeah, like it soooo much," he moans so loud it vibrates through your soaked panties, tries to say something, but you shove your panties harder into his face so you don't hear what shit he has to say. his cock pulses again and you can feel more warmth spill out of you, overflowing from the tip, dripping down to his balls in glooping heaps. "such a -shit- big fucking cock wasted on a nobody like ngh! you. y-you don't deserve it."
your voice cracks halfway through but you don't stop or pretend this is anything but using him like he's just a toy that happens to twitch and moan and cum without your permission. your hands are braced on his chest for balance, his skin hot and slick under your palms from how hard he's sweating, poor thing.
you push the underwear just enough to see his eyes, which are teary and rolled back. his eyes clamp shut when you drop down especially hard, and his whole body jerks like he's seizing. his stomach tightens under your hands but the second you grind down again deep, slow and mean, he lets out a strangled sob into your panties, soaked through with spit and the sharp scent of your cunt.
"mmnh, fuck, look at you," you breathe out, "you're crying, sweetheart. is it too much?" you coo mockingly, dragging your hips up until just his swollen tip is nestled at the edge of your cunt, nearly pulling out. the area where his cockhead enters you is smeared in cum and slick. he scrabbles at your arms, needing to be back inside you. then, without warning, you slam back down, clamping hard on him.
he screams behind the fabric. legs kicking. you begin grinding down hard as punishment until you feel another twitch inside you, his cock thickening, spurting another weak, creamy load. his fifth? sixth? doesn't matter.
especially if you’re on the more innocent side. the trusting type. too-sweet-for-your-own-good, a little too obedient. wide-eyed and soft-spoken, always doing what you’re told.
and rafe? he’s using any fucking excuse to sexualize you.
falling asleep in his bed, wearing nothing but a thin tank top and the smallest pair of sleep shorts — he can’t help himself. his fingers always end up brushing your bare skin, like it’s second nature. tracing over your thighs, drifting up your side, watching the way your nipples perk up through the fabric the closer he gets. doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until you shift a little in your sleep and sigh, all soft and dreamy — then he’s pulling away, pretending to behave, dick twitching in his boxers.
and when he’s really worked up, he’s guiding your hand to his cock. gentle, sneaky. just settling it over the bulge in his boxers like it belongs there. he uses your palm to stroke himself, slow and lazy, your fingers limp while you sleep. like it’s the most normal thing in the world. and sometimes, when he’s desperate? he’s sliding your hand under the waistband, letting your warm, little hand wrap around his cock bare — and he swears he could cum right then and there. just from how small and perfect you feel.
he always has candy on him. always. in his jacket pockets, in his glove box, tucked into the side of the couch. and he’s constantly handing it to you, mid-conversation — just to see the way your voice stumbles around it, lips sticky and shiny, cheeks puffed full. he’ll pop a sucker in your mouth and stare at the way your tongue works around it, the little noises you make when you try to talk through it. he eats that shit up.
and once? yeah, he definitely slipped you one of those candies that make your mouth water like crazy — just to watch you salivate, literally dripping while you talk, wiping at your mouth and apologizing. he played innocent the whole time, too.
there’s always something a little off when he’s around you. something too playful, too touchy. but you never seem to notice how his pants get tighter when he’s “just messing around.”
pairing: rafe x bsf!reader
synopsis: rafe wakes up with morning wood next to his best friend .
warnings/tags: smut, somnophilia?, piv
a/n; i think this was my most popular fic in my old blog and it was also amongst one of the first smut fics i wrote so this brings me back! new fic coming friday btw!! originally posted 08/01/2024
rafe masterlist ♡
wherever rafe went, you followed; and even though it annoyed some of his friends, they didn't dare to say anything about it to rafe, because the one time they did, he got so angry they thought they were getting their asses kicked.
everywhere, also happened to include his bed. it had started after you had accidentally passed out on his bed from how much you drank, and he didn't care if you were there or not, he was sleeping in his own bed. now, it had gotten to the point where you couldn't sleep without him, and vice versa.
but you weren't a couple, of course not. rafe wasn't one for relationships, and you were just his friend since childhood, and even if he fucked you into the mattress a couple of times per week, or the fact that he never allowed any other girl to be in his bed, or that he thought of you whenever he hooked up with someone, it was just friendship.
"come on, wake up pretty girl..." he mumbled into your shoulder as you started stirring awake, rafe holding up one of your thighs up slightly as his hand rubbed his hard cock against your panty-clad pussy.
"come on, rafe..." you mumbled sleepily, and the blonde pressed a small, warm kiss on your shoulder over the fabric of his t-shirt. "why'd you wake me up? can't you see that 'm tired..."
"princess.. i need you..."
"rafe, we already went three rounds yesterday..."
"please, baby..." rafe mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your neck, the action causing shivers to go down your spine, and you could feel your panties starting to get wet, sticking to your puffy folds. "i'll do anything... just need you so much right now..."
you looked at him with half-lidded eyes as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck, "anything?"
"anything for you, princess. including murder."
"will you buy me those vivienne westwood earrings i want?"
"hell, i'll get a matching necklace."
and that's how you ended up with your best friend on top of you, pounding into your already sore pussy from the night before, your face pressed against the sheet as you let out moans that got muffled by the pillow, a handful of your hair around his fist as you closed your eyes in pleasure, your fists gripping the sheets to try and anchor yourself as he spoke in a low tone with every thrust "such a good girl for me... you're mine... this pussy's all mine... no one's gonna fuck this pretty girl like i do..."
♱ Summary: Rafe surprises you by preparing a different and peaceful night in the car trunk, with a mattress, blankets, and a view of the sky.
♱ Note: First time writing fluff Rafe, sorry if it’s not that good.
He seemed different that night. There was something calmer about his posture, as if, for some unknown reason, he had left part of his excesses and restlessness at home. He didn’t even seem like the same Rafe as always.
“Come here.” He called, opening the car trunk with a brief gesture.
What you saw there was a surprisingly well-done improvisation. A mattress leaned against the back, blankets tossed in an almost organized way, and a few pillows, forming a space that, in a way, even looked cozy. Above all, the clear sky, filled with stars, served as the backdrop for it all.
“What is this, Rafe?” The question came with laughter, more surprise than anything else.
“A decent hangout… for a change.” He replied, shoving his hands into his pockets like someone who felt slightly uncomfortable for, perhaps for the first time, doing something that went against his own nature. “You’re always complaining that I only drag you into trouble… so I figured… I don’t know.”
You crossed your arms, unable to hide the amusement. “You planned this?”
He looked away, taking a deep breath, clearly struggling against his own pride. “Don’t spread it around, okay? I’ll lose my reputation.”
The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary. There was a strange calm there, something that didn’t quite fit the boy who usually carried the entire world on his shoulders like a ticking bomb.
You sat on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to your legs. “I’ve never seen you like this.”
“Like what?” He asked, throwing himself down next to you, hands behind his head, staring fixedly at the sky.
“Like this… cute.”
He rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hold back a brief smile. “Don’t get used to it, okay? This… it’s just for tonight.”
For a few seconds, neither of you said anything. Only the sound of the wind, the distant waves, and your own breathing filled the space. Until, almost timidly, Rafe’s fingers searched for yours, holding your hand carefully, as if that was somehow a risky gesture.
“I...” His voice came out softer than usual, almost hesitant. “I know I can be… difficult. I know that. But when I’m with you… it feels like I can be different. Better, maybe.”
She looked at him, her expression a mix of surprise and tenderness. “You don’t have to be different. You just have to want to.”
His eyes found yours. And in that moment, there was no arrogance, no sarcasm, none of that shadowed gaze the world was used to seeing in him. For the first time, all that existed was vulnerability.
Rafe leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a few seconds. “Just tonight. I promise that, just for tonight, I’ll try to be different.”
“Maybe it doesn’t have to be just tonight.” You replied, gently squeezing his hand.
And then, he smiled. Not that cynical smile, nor the defiant one. But a genuine, honest smile, as if, for a brief moment, he truly believed he could be someone better.
And for the first time, Rafe Cameron didn’t seem like the broken boy everyone insisted on seeing. At least, not while he was by your side.
you don’t know when it shifted, when sweet turned into filthy—when the gentle brush of rafe’s mouth over your thigh became something hungrier, more desperate, more ruthless.
maybe it was when you moaned his name for the third time. or maybe when your hips started grinding into his face like you didn’t care about anything else. either way, he’s got you now.
spread out on the bed, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his hair, eyes fluttering closed as he devours you.
“fuck, rafe,” you gasp, voice cracking under the weight of your release. “i—I’m coming—”
he knows. oh, he knows.
he feels the way your walls clench around nothing, how your thighs quake, how your belly jumps under his grip. but he doesn’t let up. doesn’t even slow down.
his tongue stays pressed to your clit, flicking and curling and circling with maddening, messy precision. one of his arms is looped under your thigh to keep you open, and the other—god, the other has two fingers stuffed inside you, curling deep, relentless.
you sob out something half-formed, writhing under him, but he just groans into your cunt, lips sticky with your slick.
“oh no,” he murmurs, voice muffled, filthy against your soaked pussy. “you don’t get to come and be done, sweetheart. not when you taste like this.”
he flicks his tongue faster, nose bumping your clit now, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips.
your hips jerk, overstimulated, nerves fried and still sparking. “r-rafe, I can’t—fuck, i can’t—”
“yes you can,” he mutters, pressing harder, fucking his fingers into you deeper. “you will. i’m not stopping ‘til this pretty pussy gives me everything.”
you cry out, thighs trying to snap shut, but he just groans, gripping tighter, spreading you wider, burying his mouth even deeper between your legs.
“look at you,” he pants, licking up your slit slowly, teasing. “squirming like a little slut, acting like you don’t love it.”
and he’s right—you do.
you’re soaked, dripping down your thighs, back arching with every flick of his tongue. and when he slips in a third finger and curls them just right—your body locks up.
your second orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.
you scream for him, legs trembling violently as your hips roll helplessly against his mouth. and he moans into you, like he’s the one coming, like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you fall apart under him.
but still—he doesn’t stop.
“atta girl,” he breathes, mouth shiny, eyes dark. “give me another.”
your thighs are twitching now, the world white around the edges, and he’s already diving back in, hungry like he didn’t just make you come twice.
♱ Summary: Rafe is your stepbrother, the typical boy who always gets into trouble, surrounded by bad influences and impulsive decisions. But everything got worse when you started dating your first boyfriend; that day, something in him simply snapped. From that moment on, Rafe became more explosive, possessive and aggressive, dominated by the irrational jealousy he felt for his sweet and untouchable little sister.
♱ Warning: noncon? drug use, incest, humiliation, degradation, unprotected sex, pussy slapping, head stomping, oral sex, ass slapping and cheating.
♱ note: I don't know what to say about this, but I put so much naughtiness in this fic that I think I'll meet all of you who liked it in hell LOL ( i love stepbrother rafe ) 🫣
The night was completely taken over by a storm, lightning cutting through the sky while heavy rain hammered the roof, filling the air with that constant, relentless sound. You had just gotten back from a date with your boyfriend, the smell of wet earth still clinging to your clothes, which were partially soaked despite the raincoat having spared you from the worst. Your damp boots left footprints on the floor as you walked to the small table by the door, dropping your keys with a hurried clink, not really caring.
You headed toward the living room, adjusting the collar of your coat, until your eyes widened at the utterly deplorable scene in front of you. Rafe was slouched on the couch, hunched over the coffee table, meticulously arranging white lines on a tray with an old card. Without wasting a second, he leaned over the powder and inhaled deeply, so focused on his addiction that he didn’t even notice your presence. “Fuck… this shit’s good,” he muttered to himself, throwing his body back, running a hand over his face, breathing heavily as if it were some kind of relief.
Your eyes rolled instantly in pure disapproval, and a knot of irritation tightened in your stomach. It didn’t take long for you to conclude that Ward and Rose were obviously not home. Only then would Rafe have the guts to pull something like this right in the middle of the living room, like it was no big deal, without caring who might show up.
With your hands resting on your hips, body stiff, your voice came out sharp, almost cutting “What the fuck, Rafe.” He jumped up from the couch, startled, staring at you with wide eyes and a flicker of nervousness in his voice. “Shit, girl, you scared the hell out of me.” In a hurry, he tried to cover the tray with a pillow, a pathetic and desperate attempt to hide what was already blatantly obvious.
“You really think I don’t know what you were doing, Rafe?” Your voice was firm, cutting, sharp as a razor. You weren’t stupid, you never had been. “That’s none of your business, Y/n,” he snapped back, now with that harsh, arrogant tone full of anger you knew all too well. That tone only came out when he was frustrated or pissed off about something.
I yanked the raincoat off my body and tossed it carelessly onto the couch, sighing loudly as I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pull that crap with me, Rafe. Dad would lose his mind if he caught you doing this shit here,” I shot back honestly, not even bothering to sugarcoat it because, frankly, it was the plain truth.
He let out a dry, mocking laugh, running a hand through his blond hair, completely unfazed. “Oh please… as if you cared. You don’t give a damn about anything… not even me,” he said in that careless tone, like he was just throwing words around. His words hit like a punch, and it took you a few seconds to process them, staring at him in disbelief.
As you got rid of the coat, Rafe, with that filthy, shameless look he never even tried to hide, finally noticed how your clothes clung to your body. The black t-shirt, now partly see-through from the rain, revealed way more than it should, and the tight, short white denim shorts seemed like pure provocation to his eyes even though you hadn’t intended it. But of course, being the complete bastard he was, he couldn’t just ignore it.
“You say that like it’s nothing, Rafe. I’m your sister, of course I care,” I snapped back, crossing my arms, feeling my face burn with anger and maybe with shame too, because of the way he was looking at me.
He let out a bitter laugh, looking away like it was nothing. “Yeah, right… spare me the act. You care so much that you were out there rubbing up on your little boyfriend, huh?” he spat, that sarcastic, venomous tone clearly meant to provoke me.
His audacity left me speechless for a few seconds, it was surreal how cynical he could be. “That has absolutely nothing to do with this,” I fired back, clenching my teeth, feeling my blood boil.
Rafe ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes blatantly trailing down to your legs, not even trying to hide it. “Doesn’t, huh?” he asked, his voice low, dragged, provocative, crossing his arms like he had all the time in the world. “Funny… ‘cause those shorts are screaming something else.”
Your whole body tensed, a mix of anger, discomfort, and indignation boiling in your chest. “For God’s sake, Rafe… are you listening to yourself? Do you even hear me when I speak, or is your brain so clogged with coke that you can’t even grasp what decency is anymore?” you spat, crossing your arms tighter, trying to shield yourself from his gaze.
The boy laughed, shaking his head, running his hands through his hair again, like he was trying to keep control or maybe just holding back from saying something even worse. “Decency? You? Talking about decency, princess?” he scoffed, flashing that crooked, sarcastic smile, lightly biting his lower lip. “You walked outta here all dolled up to play the good girl with your boyfriend, and now you come back acting like a saint.”
“You’re pathetic,” I snapped, clenching my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. “Seriously, pathetic. You think you’re so superior, so righteous, but look at yourself, Rafe… look at this scene. Look at what you’ve become.”
His jaw clenched, the smile disappearing for a moment. His eyes darkened, heavy, filled with something you couldn’t tell if it was anger, frustration… or something far more dangerous. “Careful with what you say, Y/n,” he growled, leaning forward.
The silence that followed was so heavy it felt like even the rain outside had quieted. You swallowed hard but didn’t back down. As much as that look scared you, you weren’t going to bow your head to him, not this time.
“Get the hell out of here,” he snapped, turning back to the couch and throwing himself onto it, crossing his legs like he wanted you erased from his sight. “You can’t tell me what to do,” I shot back, my voice steady, though it started trembling more from rage than fear.
Rafe let out a short, mocking laugh, shaking his head, clearly amused by your stubbornness. “Oh, you wanna stay? Fine. Then sit down and watch, princess.” His face hardened, the smile vanished, and he shoved his hand into his pocket, pulling out another small bag of white powder. “Because I’m gonna snort all this shit right in front of you.”
Your chest rose and fell rapidly, blood boiling. You walked quickly up to him, stopping right in front of the couch, trying to keep your tone firm but controlled, knowing how unpredictable he could be. “Stop it, Rafe… You know you don’t need this. You know exactly where this is taking you…” you said, holding his gaze even though your palms were already sweating.
He lifted his head, locking eyes with yours, his gaze full of pain, rage, frustration, and pride. “I don’t want to stop,” he replied coldly, practically spitting the words. The second he opened the bag, you lunged forward on impulse and ripped it from his hands, gripping it tight like your life depended on it.
“Give it back. Cut the crap and give it back. Now,” he growled, standing up so fast it made you stumble a step back. He huffed, clenching his fists, visibly losing control. “I’m not giving it back,” you replied firmly, clutching the bag even tighter like it would disappear if you held it hard enough.
His gaze grew even darker. And without thinking twice, Rafe lunged at you, his large hands grabbing for the bag, pushing his body against yours forcefully. You fought back, tried to dodge, pushed him off, held on as much as you could, but he was stronger. In the middle of the struggle, he shoved you hard onto the couch. “I gave you a chance, little sister,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low, threatening, his gaze burning with rage.
Even pinned against the couch, you resisted, struggling, holding the bag tightly against your chest, refusing to let go. “Get off me, Rafe! Let me go now!” you screamed, fighting back, feeling his hands gripping your arms tightly while his body practically pinned you down, trying to immobilize you at all costs. It was a battle of strength, of wills, and neither of you was willing to give in.
In the desperate attempt to keep the bag against your chest, your hand slipped in the middle of the fight. The tiny bag tore, and the white powder burst into the air before falling straight onto your thighs, staining your skin, the fabric of your denim shorts, and part of your shirt.
“What the fuck!” Rafe growled, narrowing his eyes in disbelief, staring at the scene like he was about to explode. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened so hard it seemed like his teeth would shatter. “You’re insane, Y/n! Completely insane!” he yelled, running a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth, absolutely losing it.
You looked down, staring at the powder scattered across your legs, staining your skin, trailing almost up to the crease of your thighs. Your chest was heaving, breath quick and heavy, not believing that this had actually happened.
Rafe stopped abruptly, grabbed your chin with one hand, his blue eyes blazing like a dangerous idea had just sparked in his mind. His expression shifted almost instantly, from pure rage to something far worse. Something dangerous.
“Oh, you wanna play, huh?” he said, voice low, drawn out, with that crooked smile loaded with bad intentions. “Fine… now you’re gonna deal with the consequences, sis.”
He stepped closer, eyes fixed on your powder-stained thighs, lightly biting his lower lip, and added in a tone that made your whole body shiver, you didn’t even know if it was from fear, nerves… or both. “Since you wasted it… there’s only one way not to let it go to waste.”
He crouched in front of you, hands going straight for your thighs, and you froze. Your heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode inside your chest. His expression was intense, full of tension, desire, and something else. Something you couldn’t even name, but it was definitely nothing safe.
Rafe slid his firm hands down your thighs, spreading the white powder further across your skin. His fingers squeezed your flesh tightly, as if he could no longer tell whether it was anger, lust, or just that damned addiction consuming every part of him.
Without a second thought, he leaned in, gripping your thighs firmly, and slowly dragged his nose along your skin, inhaling a line formed in the middle of the scattered powder. The sound of the snort was heavy and deep, and immediately after, he threw his head back, breathing deeply, eyes closing as the effect hit him.
“Fuck...” he murmured through clenched teeth, quickly returning, thirsty for more as if it wasn’t enough. With one hand, he pressed even harder on your thigh, leaning in again, dragging his nose along the inner part, inhaling another line, stronger, longer, as if he was inhaling you along with the drug.
His body trembled, his breath heavy and uneven. “You drive me crazy,” he whispered hoarsely, looking up at you with eyes filled with something indistinguishable whether it was just frustration or a completely twisted, insane desire.
His hands moved up and down your thighs, spreading the rest of the powder, and between snorts, he paused, lightly biting your skin, pressing his lips against it as if he needed more always more.
“Look what you do to me...” his voice came out low, hoarse, heavy, as he ran his tongue over his lower lip, tasting the bitter powder mixed with your scent, your shivers, your tension.
Your cheeks burned instantly, your whole face on fire, as if the heat from your own body was trying to shield you from that surreal, unsettling, suffocating situation. “R-Rafe... s-stop it...” you stammered, your voice breaking, squeezing your legs together in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, to close off, but his hands kept you open, vulnerable, completely exposed to the madness he was feeding. “What's the matter? I think I need to get those jean shorts off you, babe..” he licked your thigh slowly.
“S-someone might come... you know that... that we can't...” your voice came out shaky, tight, trying to sound firm, trying to hold on to the little sanity you had left, but even you knew that your words were as fragile as your resistance at that moment.
Your eyes searched for any exit, any loophole, while your entire body trembled, not only from nerves, but from that absurd arousal that seemed to consume even the air you breathed. Your thighs were still stained with cocaine, your skin hot, sensitive, as if each of his touches left invisible marks burning on you.
“Shut up,” he growled lowly, tightening his grip on your chin, forcing you to keep your eyes on his, his gaze so deep, it seemed to pull you in, drown you. “Shut up,” he repeated, slower, more threatening, as if his voice could hold you there, immobile, unable to react.
“Then be a good little whoree and stay quiet.” Rafe pulled your shorts down, throwing them away without caring. He didn’t fail to notice the beautiful thin panties you were wearing, where a wet spot was already forming. Before removing them too, the blond left a hickey on the inside of your thighs, quickly turning them purple. “Shit..” you muttered amidst a guilty moan.
Rafe left trails of kisses all over your thigh, then finally ripped them off you abruptly. He pulled your legs, placing them one on each side of his shoulder and then before sucking you, he put his nose right in the middle of your pussy, smelling your scent. “So fucking good..” He said looking at you.
Without delay, he stuck his tongue in your already slippery folds. You couldn't say anything else at that point. All you could do was feel the sensation that your perverted brother was giving you. He had imagined this so many times that it was almost sickening. Rafe just wanted to have you completely for himself.
Your eyes closed and your body went completely limp, as if he no longer wanted to fight it. He sucked your pussy with desire, moving his tongue up and down while he looked at you like a pervert. Your pussy slid on his tongue. It was easy to turn you on, after all, you had only had sex a few times.
Your eyes rolled back for a moment. Your boyfriend had never sucked you as well as Rafe. "God, this feels so good," you said between moans that gradually became more and more desperate. Rafe stuck his tongue inside your little hole, playing with you.
His tongue sent shivers down your spine, he did it so fucking well that for a moment you forgot that the one sucking your pussy was your stepbrother. His tongue fucked you and you got wetter and wetter. “You like this, don’t you? Of course you do, I always knew what a slut you are” the words were turning you on more and more, you felt like you were going crazy.
“You’re a real whore, come on, tell me that” Rafe said, slapping your pussy hard, making you scream. “Say it now” the boy ordered once more. “I’m a whore… your whore…” You had never felt so humiliated and dirty for saying that and as disgusting as it was, you were enjoying it.
He laughed with satisfaction, moving his tongue to your clit. “Now I own this pussy, do you understand?” Rafe squeezed your thighs, smearing his face even more in your wetness. “Y-yes..” I said, rubbing myself almost automatically against his face.
The blond sucked you with such pleasure that it seemed like you were going to run away, it was as if he needed it, more than breathing, he was drowning in your pussy, as if he wanted to take everything from you until the last drop. You were sensitive, so sensitive that you would come undone at any moment.
Rafe slapped your clit again, making your body react with delicious spasms. “This is what you deserve, you little slut.” You writhed as you moaned in despair, more slaps were given to your pussy, you moved as he hit and hit more and more. “R-rafey, that hurts..” Your voice came out trembling with pain and at the same time with excitement.
“Poor little whoree, am I hurting you, babe?” He said in a mocking tone as if he was just being ironic and didn’t care at all if it hurt. “Yes, it hurts” Rafe laughed, giving another slap. “It’s a shame I don’t care” He went back to sucking you, taking you by surprise
Rafe sucked harder, sucking your clit. You grabbed his hair as your legs began to tremble around him “Fuck yes, just like that..” You said whimpering. “Daddy barely knows what a slut he has inside the house” Rafe said without caring, drowning his nose in your pussy.
You grabbed him tighter, cumming in his mouth.. Your hot liquid quickly slipped to the older man’s reddened lips, Rafe wasted no time and cleaned your entire pussy with his tongue. “Delicious” He said satisfied with your orgasm.
You quickly closed your legs and settled yourself on the couch. Your hair was stuck to your forehead because of the sweat. So Rafe went over to you, sitting next to you and brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m not done with you yet.” The boy came closer, pulling your black shirt up without asking for permission. You were braless, and your nipples were hard, as if they were begging Rafe to put them in his mouth.
And that’s exactly what he did. Rafe grabbed one of your breasts and put it in his mouth, playing with it. With his free hand, he played with the other. You lay down on the couch, making him lie on top of you while he sucked you. “Delicious breasts.” Rafe rubbed his face against them, like an insatiable pervert.
Rafe stopped paying attention to your breasts, turning you around roughly, leaving you with your back to him. Now, he had the view of your perky ass. It was a fucking temptation. Rafe slapped your soft ass, eliciting a scream from you. “I like hearing you scream..” You whimpered again, mumbling softly in pain.
With agility, Rafe pulled his polo shirt off, exposing his defined belly and his big juicy biceps. It was a shame you couldn't see it since your back was turned to him. Rafe unbuckled his pants belt, pulling it off and holding it in one of his hands. Then he forcefully brought the leather piece down to your fat ass, slapping it. "ghrr.. stop, it hurts." You buried your face in the couch to muffle the scream of pain.
Without mercy, he hit you once more, leaving you completely red. "You're a bad girl, a very bad girl." With each slap on your ass, you screamed. Tears began to run down your face and down your cheeks.
Your moans of pain were like music to his ears. He was enjoying watching you suffer, having you so surrendered to him, so vulnerable. You were getting scared and Rafe could see it, which only made him even more excited.
It was an unbearable burning sensation, your body was getting weaker and weaker, until he grabbed you firmly, keeping you upright on the couch. He hurriedly took off the pants he was wearing along with the underwear that was getting in his way and positioned himself behind you. Without warning, he pushed his cock inside your slippery pussy.
He didn't even bother to get a condom. He thrust so hard inside you that you gave a small spasm. "S-shit, why didn't you warn me?" you said between drawn-out moans. "Stay still." Rafe brought one of his hands in front of your face, covering your mouth, while with his other free hand, he grabbed your arms and placed them behind your back as he fucked you like a whore.
His cock went in and out without difficulty, you seemed well prepared for him. "What a greedy little pussy, I'm going to do some damage right here." His hips slammed against your ass as he thrust with desire and without mercy.
You could feel every inch inside your cervix, he was hitting you so good. The mascara in your eyes started to smudge, wetting your entire face, which mixed with the tears that were falling. His cock was so big and thick, you didn't know how you were holding it all, it was like ten times bigger than your boyfriend's.
Your moans were muffled by his hand that was still covering your mouth. Rafe started to moan, his moans were so desperate, as if he was loving fucking his little sister so much, it was hoarse and made you so horny. Your pussy was dripping, as if it was begging to be violated and fucked more and more.
Your body started to writhe, your legs went weak even lying on the couch. "Dirty slut, you're loving playing with your brother's cock, aren't you?" He laughed at you and your desperation below him. “Dirty sluts like you deserve to be fucked like real whores.” The way he humiliated you was deliciously sinful.
Rafe finally took his hand off your mouth, letting you moan. Your slutty moans were now loud and echoed throughout the house. Luckily, there was no one else there besides the two of you.
You could feel your orgasm approaching once again. You couldn’t believe that Rafe would make you cum again and as good as the last time. It was totally unbelievable. “Please…” You begged between sobs and more tears. Rafe took his hands off your arms that were positioned behind your back and put his foot on your head, stepping on you while still fucking you from behind.
You felt your head being pressed against the couch. For some reason that made you even wetter. Rafe felt like he was going to cum in your pussy at any moment and you needed it so much that you would humiliate yourself just to feel that cock cumming inside you.
You turned your head to the side, watching him thrust inside you, at that moment the blond could see your pretty face, exhausted and with the makeup coming off, so hot.. “Princess face with a whore’s attitude” He mocked as he thrust faster, your pussy was almost exhausted. “Fuck, I’m almost cumming…” Your voice came out low and tired, you were almost there, so close..
Rafe took one last breath, putting it more precisely, that thrust was enough and you came undone on that huge cock. You were so weak that you could barely move, Rafe pulled out of your slit, which was now completely destroyed by him. The boy lay down next to you, seeing you in that state and stood behind you. “My little girl is so tired.” He ran his hands through your sweat-damp hair.
You didn’t even look like the same person who was fucking you a few seconds ago. You couldn’t say anything else. He just watched you, completely exhausted, on the living room couch. “I’ll take care of you, princess.” Rafe kissed your neck from behind and caressed your waist lightly. The only thing you could think about was the fact that you had to get up before anyone came and saw that scene.
You didn’t know why, but you felt like that was just the beginning of everything that was about to come.
thinking about rafe cameron jus loving how much you whine and bitch and moan!! maybe other guys would hate it but when u complain to him it makes him feel needed. maybe you’re bitching about how your feet hurt. or maybe it’s how lola is being a total cunt to you again! could be about how he was mean to you yesterday when he made a joke about you paying for your own stuff. but he always always loves it. maybe it’s because he has this deep desire to sweep you off your feet and do everything for you. he’s always been a provider. or it could be the fact that he just likes feeling needed. feeling wanted and not insignificant like Ward, that bitch ass mf, always made him feel. either way he’s your big buff bf who loves taking care of his super whiny gf!!
＿ warnings: unprotected sex, sucking on the neck, virgin reader, cheating, pussy slapping, jealous reader, face sitting, boobs pressing and female masturbation.
＿ Note: this has not been reviewed (if that's not your thing then leave)
You were the adopted daughter of the Cameron family, the little princess Kook. Ever since you were little, everyone on the island knew your name. You grew up surrounded by privileges, always protected by Rafe, your older brother. He wouldn't let anything or anyone get close to you without his approval. No matter how old you were, he always made sure to watch over you, keep you away from any danger and, especially, from anyone he deemed unworthy of your presence. After all, brothers do these things, right?
But lately, things started to change. Rafe, the same guy who spent nights at parties hugging different girls, was suddenly in a serious relationship. You never imagined he was the kind of guy who would get attached to someone, not after so many nights watching him drink until he lost his mind and get involved with any girl who came along. This always bothered you, although you would never admit it. It was a strange, suffocating feeling, but you tried to swallow it.
That night, another party was happening at the Cameron mansion. Ward and Rose were out, and as always, Rafe took advantage of his parents' absence to turn the house into a meeting place for his friends, the same ones as always, all noisy, drinking and having fun. You usually preferred to avoid that kind of environment. But this time, you decided to come down from your room, maybe out of curiosity, maybe because a part of you wanted to see Rafe.
As you crossed the crowded room, your eyes soon found the scene that made your stomach turn: a brunette sitting on his lap, her lips close to your ear as she whispered something that made you smile in a way you didn't like at all. His arm rested on her waist, his fingers drawing lazy circles on her skin. It was obvious that the girl was his girlfriend.
You felt a lump tighten in your throat, a heat rising through your body, an almost childish urge to roll your eyes and leave. But before you could move away, Rafe had already noticed your presence. And now, his eyes were fixed on you. "What are you doing here?" Rafe looked at you in surprise, after all he knew that you almost never showed up when he was throwing a party.
You crossed your arms trying to look indifferent, even though you felt the weight of his gaze falling on you “I didn’t know I needed your permission to walk around my own house, Rafe.”
The boy raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms before lightly touching the girl's leg in his lap. "Give me a minute with my little sister, dear." He told her, giving her a carefree smile. The brunette nodded, standing up without question and blending into the crowd. As soon as she was out of sight, Rafe turned his attention to you, walking over to where you were. "I never said you couldn't come, y/n, I just assumed you'd be staying in your room, like always." His eyes went up and down, looking at your body.
"Well, but now I'm here, is there a problem?" The words came out more firmly than you felt inside, but heat quickly rose to your cheeks when he looked at you like that, maybe it was just in your head. "No, no problem, I just think you should change out of those short pajamas, it's not the right environment for that." There he was giving you orders like he always did and in fact it was to be expected. "I don't want to change," you replied without hesitation.
“Don’t test my patience, go upstairs and put on something else right now.” The order was direct, sharp, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Considering the environment, your outfit really wasn’t appropriate at all, but that seemed more like an excuse than a genuine concern. The short pink shorts made of thin silk and the white blouse that accentuated your breasts, a combination you wore only to feel comfortable at home, now seemed to be the center of criticism. Rafe, who always saw you wearing this type of outfit, knew very well the impact it caused.
You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let your discomfort show, and responded with a forced smile. “Stop it. Why don’t you go worry about your girlfriend?” A sarcastic smile expanded on Rafe’s face, and he realized right away what was happening. It was as if he was amused by the fact that you couldn’t hide your irritation and jealousy. He let out a low laugh, but the teasing tone was clear. “Oh, so that’s it, are you jealous?” Your eyes widened at that observation. He wasn't wrong, but of course you weren't going to say it.
"That's the stupidest thing you've ever said to me, I'm not jealous." The answer came out in a rush, louder than you would have liked, trying to hide the truth behind words that didn't have as much power as your trembling voice. "Don't be silly, I know you." He watched you with an almost triumphant smile, as if he was unraveling every piece of you.
He took a long step towards you, and before you could react, he grabbed your arm tightly. Rafe came even closer, his lips almost touching your ear as he whispered: “I can prove you right, sis.” That low, possessive tone of voice was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.
The feeling of having no control over what was happening made your mind spin, and you found yourself wondering where this would take you. “Don’t play with me like that, Rafey.” His name, pronounced that way, had a different weight. That was how you used to call him when you were still a little girl.
“Oh, yeah? I don’t play with things I’m interested in, sis.” Rafe’s voice sounded almost like a challenge, loaded with something you couldn’t define. Before you could respond, he still held your arm tightly, pulling you without warning to a secluded corner of the house.
The surroundings seemed to disappear, and the only sound that filled the space was the distant music of The Weeknd that played in the background, creating a melody that contrasted with the tension, that was enough for you to realize what was happening. “Did you know that I always wanted you, y/n?” Rafe’s words hung in the air, a whisper that seemed to carry an immense weight, he looked at your lips as if he wanted to devour them.
You wanted to deny it, to push that idea away, but somehow you knew he was telling the truth and you could no longer try to hide how much you wanted your hot brother to touch you or do anything with your body, no matter how wrong and dirty it was. “Do you really want me, Rafe?” You asked hopefully as you felt the space shrinking more and more as he got closer.
Rafe took a strand of your hair and put it behind your ear. “You know I do, don’t play innocent, you can be everything, but innocent I know you’re not.” The boy placed you against the wall, holding your hands on each side of your body, leaving you immobile.
What you didn't know was that your older brother had caught you masturbating in your room a few times during the night, but he never intervened since he loved watching you rubbing yourself on your pillow or desperately sticking your fingers inside.
Every now and then, when you were out of the house, Rafe would take some of those thin lace panties of yours from your dresser drawer and smell them, he would rub them on his own cock while imagining everything he would like to do to his sweet and dear little sister.
Rafe's touch was quick, pulling the back of your neck firmly. In a subtle movement, his lips brushed yours, he bit your lips slowly, almost as if he was testing your limits, while his tongue slid softly into your red mouth, teasing you. "But... what about your girlfriend?" You asked with difficulty since the way he played with your lips made it a little difficult for you to speak.
“Shh, be quiet, don’t worry about her, we’re not doing anything wrong, after all I’m your brother.” He continued to pay attention to your lips, but now finally attacking them for good, Rafe kissed you with desire, pressing your body even more against the wall. His hands followed your waist, going down lower and lower in hot grips, the boy groped your ass with desire as he felt an uncontrolled, almost primitive hunger, the forbidden desire was erotic.
“Let me take care of you, will you let me?” He squeezed once more on the pink fabric of your short shorts that revealed a piece of your soft ass. “Yeah, I’ll let you..” A muffled moan left your lips after feeling the heat of Rafe’s hands against your skin. “Come with me, trust me.” Rafe said full of authority that you couldn’t ignore. He grabbed your hand with a firmness that seemed like a command, and before you could even think about the consequences, your feet moved, following you without question. He climbed the stairs with an almost predatory agility, the pressure of his hand pulling you closer to him.
When you reached the door to his room, you opened it without hesitation, and the sound of the latch clicking was like a signal for what was to come. In one fluid movement, he pulled you inside, and the air in the room seemed denser, heavier, as if the world outside no longer existed, the door closed behind you, and the darkness of Rafe's room seemed to envelop everything, as if you were in a place where nothing else mattered, just him and you.
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Rafe was on top of you, already shirtless, as he hurriedly took off your silk shorts. “Tell me, has anyone ever fucked this sweet little pussy?” You shook your head in disagreement, no one had ever done anything sexual to you before. “Your brother is going to take your virginity then, sweetie.” It felt so wrong, but it was so delicious that you were just letting yourself get carried away.
Your shorts were thrown on the floor, giving Rafe a view of your tiny panties, he could see the wet spot that had formed from your arousal. Knowing that you were a virgin had only made the boy harder, being the first to taste your pussy was all he wanted.
“Sit on my face.” Overcome with lust, that was exactly what you did, it didn’t take long for the positions to reverse, you pulled your panties down, throwing them on the floor, soon adjusting yourself on top of Rafe, you sat on his face relaxing your pussy on top of him.
Rafe felt like he was going to collapse having all that sight before him. His brother's tongue moved slightly against your wet pussy while he had his hands resting on your thigh. "God, that feels so good.." You moaned, starting to rub yourself against his face.
Your pussy covered his face, Rafe felt like he could die suffocated by your pussy and still die happy. You held on to the headboard of the bed while your hips moved on his face, sliding so easily that it made you numb. The feeling of having a tongue sucking you for the first time was incredible, you just wanted more, you wanted to be able to feel everything Rafe was capable of giving you.
He sucked your clit, rubbing his tongue and nose against you, feeling your taste and your smell. "I want to taste this pussy every day, it tastes delicious." Rafe's hot breath hit your slit, you were trying hard not to moan loudly as he sucked you like that. Rafe was squeezing you tightly, swallowing you like it was the last thing he could do in his life.
You pulled your shirt hard, letting it fall, your nipples were hard and exposed, they swayed in a back and forth motion as you rubbed yourself against his face. “Rafey..” Your eyes closed tightly as you moaned softly, Rafe knew you were going to cum fast, you had never had this kind of contact, so he stopped sucking you, preventing you from finishing so quickly.
“Why did you stop, Ray?” You said as you sat back down on the bed, your breath coming up and down in your chest frantically. “You can’t cum now, sweetie, or the fun will be over.” Rafe said as he took off his pants along with his blue boxers clumsily, you watched feeling a heat between your legs, he soon pulled you again, but this time turning you to the side. “I want to fuck you like this.” The rough way he picked you up and turned you to the side made you bite your lip.
Rafe stood behind you, moving your hair away from your neck and getting closer. He could feel your ass rubbing against his cock from behind. “Open your legs for me.” As soon as you heard the request, you opened yourself for him. Rafe held your thigh as he began to rub his cock against your wet pussy.
His free hand found one of your breasts, squeezing it. Your body shivered as the head of his cock touched your pussy, which was getting increasingly wet. Rafe slid in, but still didn’t penetrate you. You could feel the way he played with your folds. “Be careful..” Your voice came out lower than you intended, a mix of adrenaline and excitement.
Rafe laughed at the comment, but without giving you any answers, he continued rubbing against you. His nose touched your smooth neck, smelling it and leaving small hickeys on the area that immediately turned purple as he continued.
“I’m going to put it inside you now, okay?” Rafe was usually pretty rough in bed, but since it was your first time, he felt the need to warn you before pushing in. “O-okay..”
He rubbed your entrance one last time before putting his cock inside, he pushed slowly as you felt a new and delicious sensation inside you. “Can you handle these nine inches of your brother, sweetie?” He pushed harder and harder as he heard your moans getting more intense.
“Yes, I can.” Rafe kept you open for him, soon moving. “Little slut, naughty.” The boy squeezed one of your breasts again, moving in and out of your pussy, the headboard of the bed banged against the wall, the only thing that could stop anyone from hearing what was happening inside the room was the music that was still playing outside. “Fuck, I love this.” He thought it was funny to see you cursing, it was fucking exciting to see how slutty you could be when no one was watching. His hips moved quickly, you felt like he could burst the walls of your pussy.
His breathing was fast against your ear, you welcomed every inch. “See how good your brother is fucking you, huh..” What you imagined when you were alone in your room was happening, your brother was really fucking you. “You make me feel so good..” You said, squirming on his cock.
Rafe stopped squeezing your breasts and started stimulating your clit with two fingers, he could feel how tight you were, he had never fucked a girl like that, your brother was marking his territory. “Now you’re mine, no one can touch you like this but me.” He slammed deep inside, your legs were getting weak. “Only I can make you cum, sis.” The words had a strong effect on you, Rafe slapped your pussy causing spasms throughout your body, it was as if moments ago you hadn't even had a little "argument" over jealousy.
He continued rubbing your clit as you slowly melted. "Ray, I-I'm going to-" Your words were cut off by the sensation that took over you, a delicious orgasm slowly hitting you as Rafe thrust inside. "Like that, sweetie, so good." Rafe slapped your pussy again feeling you cum on him.
The boy turned to you again, seeing you completely sweaty after what they did. “Don’t tell daddy what we did, or it’ll get us in trouble.” He grabbed a sheet that was next to him, covering your body. “I won’t tell.” His voice was low and tired as he looked at him with his beautiful Bambi eyes. “Great, sweetie, that’ll be our secret.”
Before he could do anything, Rafe tilted his head slightly, his eyes shining with a mix of amusement and something deeper. “Now tell me, were you jealous?” You crossed your arms and pouted involuntarily, hesitating for a moment before admitting in a low voice: “Okay, I confess… I didn’t like seeing you with another girl.”
The sarcastic smile that formed on his lips was one you already knew very well, full of provocation and certainty. “I may be with her now, but the one I really want is you.”
Your chest rose and fell quickly, the weight of his words hitting you like a shock. But before you could react, a loud knock echoed from the other side of the door, cutting the moment abruptly.
“Hey, Rafe, are you there, man?” Topper’s voice sounded from the other side, full of impatience.
Rafe let out a frustrated sigh as he quickly moved away from you. In a hurried movement, he picked up his scattered clothes and began to dress, clearly as surprised as you were by the interruption. “I have to go, y/n.” He said as he adjusted his shirt, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to assure you that this wouldn’t end there. “Stay here in my room, I promise I’ll be back, okay?”
Before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against your forehead. The gesture was contradictory, but loaded with something more. The last thing you heard before the door closed was his voice saying to his friend: “Hey, man.”
