#stepsis!reader

[dollyfiles]

stepbro!rafe sneaking into the hot tub with you during a family skitrip

cw: smut, stepcest (scroll if uncomfy), teasing, explicit language, use of the words “brother” & “sister”, fingering, sex in a hot tub, p in v, unprotected, doggy

the ski lodge was quiet. everyone else was asleep and the whole world was buried under deep white snow. you weren’t tired though, not really, but you needed to get out. everything felt too much under the watchful eyes of your dad and your new stepmom. you needed space, so you crept down the hallway barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a thin robe and your favorite black bikini.

the hot tub on the back deck was luckily still running, steam curling up into the cold night air. you let the robe slip off your shoulders, which landed in a soft puddle beside the tub. you slid in with a slow sigh, the warm water lapping at your chest, bubbles prickling up your skin. alone. exactly what you needed right now.

you sighed, the heat of the water engulfing you perfectly as your eyes began to close, until the big glass door slid open with a whoosh and you jolted. rafe stepped out onto the deck shirtless, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and that shit eating smirk.

his hair was messy, still damp like he’d just showered, and his eyes dragged down your body without any ounce of shame. “well,” he said, voice low and amused, “i was wondering where you disappeared to.” you tilted your head, unbothered, though your pulse kicked as you watched him approach.

he stepped into the tub without asking, sinking into the water with a groan. the space between you two was small, deliberate. your leg bumped his under the surface, but you didn’t move it though, didn’t dare to. “i needed a break,” you said, glancing at him from beneath damp lashes. “the fake-family-vacay energy was killing me.”

“so you decided to come out here, in the middle of the night, looking like this, not expecting me to join you?” he asked, making you smirk. “hmm..maybe i did.” you saw tense up, eyes glued to your mouth now. “you know it’s fucked, right?” you blinked at him, slow and dangerous and it almost made him loose control. “what is?”

“this.” his gaze lingered, “you and me. our parents… upstairs. practically planning the wedding.” rafe sighed, frustration bubbling inside him. “yeah, i know,” you whispered, “and yet here you are.” he grinned then, feeling caught. his hand moved beneath the water, brushing your knee under the bubbles, “ya’ wanna stop me?” you inhaled sharply, trying to steady your voice. “no.”

rafe inched closer just a little, voice dropping as he was facing you fully now. “you shouldn’t look at me like that. don’t make me come out here, and watch you in this little fucking bikini, and act like you’re not begging for it.” you smiled, slow and sweet, then leaned in until your faces were inches apart. “and what if i am?”

that was all it took.

rafe surged forward, hand tangling in your wet hair, before he kissed you. it was hungry and hard, mouths crashing together like the tension had finally snapped. the water sloshed around you, your arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, bodies pressed together in the heat.

“god,” he muttered between kisses. “i’ve been going insane all week.” you gasped, nails digging into his skin. “you think you’re the only one?” he connected your lips again, slower now but deeper, his hands roaming under the water, all heat and sin and secret, and neither of you pretended to care anymore.

it should’ve been an innocent family trip, a trip meant to “bring everyone closer” before the wedding, but for you and rafe, things had already gotten too close. you weren’t siblings. not really. not by blood. but your parents were engaged. it was more than just wrong.

your back hit the smooth wall of the hot tub, breath catching in your throat as his body moved into yours. you didn’t move away. rafe didn’t want to either. his hand stayed in your hair, the other already ghosting under the surface, fingers trailing the inside of your thigh like he was playing with fire.

“you know,” he said, voice low and teasing, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, “you could’ve just said you wanted me. no need for the mysterious vanishing act.” you smirked, “you think everything i do is about you.”

“i’m right though, aren’t i?” you didn’t answer. instead, you slid your foot up his leg slowly, toes curling against his calf. “maybe i just wanted some time to relax without the family awkwardness. you crashing it is just… unfortunate.” his laugh was a low. “bullshit. you wanted me to find you. you’re the one practically naked in a tub looking at me like you want me to misbehave.”

you tilted your head, lips parting slightly. “and?” rafe groaned, his mouth crashing into yours, hand cupping your face as you kissed again, deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made you whimper into his mouth. he was quick to move between your legs, slotting your bodies together under the water.

“we’re gonna get caught,” you breathed, gasping when he kissed down your jaw, nipping your soft skin. “someone could come down.”

“then be quiet,” he murmured against your neck. “think you can do that?” you shook your head. rafe grinned, sucking a mark just beneath your collarbone. “guess it’ll be really hard for you then.” his hand slowly made his way up your thigh, fingers brushing against the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms. you sucked in a breath at the contact, clutching the back of his neck. “ray…”

“wish i could feel how soaked you are right now, if it wasn’t for the fucking tub,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “shut up,” you whispered, cheeks flushed, but you didn’t stop him. not even close. he tugged the fabric aside slowly, fingers finding your soft folds beneath the water. you gasped, hips jerking against his hand as he started to tease you, rubbing slow, tight circles over your clit.

your fingers gripped his arm, head dropping back against the tub’s edge, mouth falling open. “fuuuck,” you moaned, barely holding it in. “you’re so fucking hot like this,” rafe muttered, watching your face. “all needy and squirmy. just for me.” you bit your lip, eyes fluttering.

“you’ve been thinking about this all trip, haven’t you?” still not forgetting to tease him. “every night.” his voice was rough now. “every time i saw you walking around in those little tank tops… no bra. you fucking wanted me to look.”

“you didn’t exactly try to hide it.” rafe chuckled in disbelief, “because you drive me crazy,” his fingers sliding lower. two of them pushed inside you with one smooth motion, and your whole body arched into him. “oh my god, ra—” he covered your mouth with his, swallowing the noise as he pumped his fingers into your needy cunt, curling them just right until you were grinding helplessly against his hand.

“you’re gonna cum just from my fingers, aren’t you?” he groaned, “just from being a little whore for your brother.” you nodded frantically, moaning into his kiss. you were just falling into the pleasure of his touch when he suddenly stopped, pulling his hand back.

you gasped, half a cry, eyes flying open. “what the fuck?” he leaned in close, licking his fingers slowly. “you wanna finish? then turn around.” your breath hitched. “rafe…” , but he was dead serious now. “i’m not playin’. i want you. right now. turn around before i lose what little control i have left.”

you hesitated, eyes raking over the big window front of the lodge. one second. two. but then you moved. slow and trembling, hands bracing on the edge of the tub as the water sloshed softly around you. rafe groaned, taking in the view of your ass barely covered by the fabric, back already arched for him, waiting.

“fuck,” he whispered, not wasting another second and pulling down his shorts just so his hard cock could spring free, lining himself up. “we are so screwed.” and then he slid into you.

you both gasped, your knuckles white against the edge, his hands gripping your plush hips, pulling you back onto him with a low, broken moan. he filled you inch by inch, slow and deep, and for a moment, you two didn’t move. just breathed.

“you okay?” he whispered despite the need to already move his hips, voice raw. “yeah,” you nodded, panting. “don’t stop.” so he didn’t. he started to thrust, slow and controlled at first, water rippling around you two as he fucked into you. your soft moans filled the air, breathy and desperate.

rafe leaned over you, one hand sliding up to grab your throat gently from behind. “you like being bad, don’t you?” he whispered. “letting your brother fuck you while our parents are sleeping upstairs.” you whimpered, nodding as he moved deeper. “no one else gets to touch you like this,” he growled. “only me. say it.”

“you,” you moaned out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he hit that particular spongy spot inside you. “only you.” he moved faster now, the water splashing, bodies colliding in heat and tension and utter recklessness. at this point it was more than obvious what you two were doing by just listening to the sound of skin slapping and muffled moans.

you were close. he could feel it in the way your body tightened under his hands—the way your breath caught, sharp and shaky, every time he moved just right. “gonna come for me like a good little sister?” he murmured, slow and taunting. “right here, where anyone could walk out and see you like this?” you whimpered, face glowing red at the thought.

you were trembling now, hips rolling against him, chasing every second of friction like you couldn’t help yourself. his hand slid down your stomach under the water, finding the exact spot of your clit again as if he knew your body like the back of his hand, and you choked on a moan, your whole body arching into him as he rubbed slow, perfect circles.

“come on,” he whispered, lips against your cheek, voice rough and dark. “let go. i wanna feel you lose it for me.” you bit your lip, eyes squeezed shut—and then you shattered. it was with a strangled gasp, body shuddering hard against him as you tried to stay quiet, biting your own arm to muffle the sound.

“good girl,” rafe murmured breathlessly, “so fucking good for me.” he followed seconds later, groaning into your shoulder, buried deep inside you as his hips stilled, covering your tight walls with his seed. you two just stayed there, panting, flushed, soaked in more than just hot water. your back pressed to his chest, body trembling in the water.

rafe kissed the curve of your shoulder, his arms wrapped tight around your waist like he didn’t want to let you go. but reality was creeping back in, sharp and sudden. “we should—” you whispered, voice hoarse and breathless. “yeah,” he said, equally quiet. “i know.” he moved slowly, carefully, pulling out of you beneath the water. you gasped softly at the sudden loss, hand reaching for his under the water out of instinct.

you both shifted, wordless, adjusting yourselves—tugging at soaked swimwear, trying to make it all look just a little less sinful. your bikini bottoms clung too tight to your skin now, and his drawstring was a mess. rafe leaned back against the side of the tub, dragging a hand through his wet hair, eyes flicking toward the house.

and then, suddenly a light upstairs..

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[rafesplaymate]

Little backstory as to WHY — Ward and Stepsis!reader’s mom allow this little relationship to go on under their roof …

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warnings: stepcest. smut. immoral familial behavior.

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Ward and your mother are exhausted.

The gala they had been at was extravagant, Ward charming potential clientele and your mother his perfect, docile wife.

They finally step into the large depth of Tannyhill, mumbling to each other with mindless conversation as they look around to see almost all the lights off except for soft little lights that keep the house dimly lit.

They know the girls are out, Wheezie at a friends, Sarah — again doing God knows what — and it’s when they near the living room that their soft chatter halts and Ward’s ears perk up as his eyes harden. Your mother looking at him in confusion till she heard exactly what made him pause…

Whines and moans come from the living room. Familiar whines. The ones Ward hears when you’re moping about after not getting your way or bugging your mom about something. Except this time they’re more depraved, more consistent. And then they hear Rafe’s nasally cadence… unable to make out exactly what he’s saying. But something in their chest twists, as Ward shuffles quietly to the living room with your mom who had taken off her heels… her chest thumping as her intuition tells her exactly what’s happening under their roof..

She’d known that Rafe was pining after you from the very first moment you two met. His lustful leer constantly darting over your body when your walked around in minimal or skimpy clothing — despite your mother’s disapproval. His borderline incestual touches that he disguises as familial affection — though she’s never seen him be so attentive to the other girls. And she knows her daughter. She knows that you love it just as much without a care to how it makes her feel.

And that’s when they see it. Ward’s mouth pressing into a hard line and eyes darkening with a swirl of emotions as your mom’s brows furrow and she feels the nausea rise in her stomach to her chest…

There you are. Both of you.

Except this time those lingering touches can’t be passed off as overt-affection — no. This time their suspicions are confirmed and it leaves both of them spiraling mentally as they see you spread out on the couch… Rafe’s head bobbing inbetween your legs as your manicured fingers tug at his stringy hair and nails scratch at his scalp.

He’s got both hands pushing your thighs back to your bare chest, your pedicured-toes pointed in the air as your back arches sensually. His head moving rapidly side to side with harsh groans falling from his lips against your dripping pussy that is messy with spit, your slick and his cum that he’d pounded into you earlier that day.

Your whines grow louder and Rafe’s movements become harsher, his eyes shut tightly as he revels in you, your eyes fluttering and half shut from mind-numbing pleasure — one hand bent over and gripping into the pillow behind you as the other maintains your grip on his messy hair.

But it’s when Rafe’s head picks up as he catches onto movement in the house and he sees exactly who’s home — hovering right behind you, that his wet face falls into a devious smirk. Gathering the spit in his mouth and letting it fall from his mouth in a string right into your already messy pussy as he holds eye contact with your mother.

Pride swelling in his chest at the fact that all her warnings and scoldings to you about staying away from him went completely disregarded. One hand dropping from your thigh making it fall over his shoulder and smearing his spit all over you while holding eye contact — slicked up mouth twisting into a boyish smile with craze in his eyes.

The family signet ring glistening along with your slick against his finger almost mocking.

And that’s when Ward snaps out of it. And your mom finally turns away and shuts her eyes tightly. Desperate to rid the image of the devil tainting her precious girl. Though she knows deep in her mind that you’re just as fucked as he is. Something she’s always refused to accept.

“What the hell is going on?! Fuck Rafe, seriously?!” Ward booms, his eyebrows furrowing in anger and watching as your body jolts in shock. Breast bouncing as your turn your head back and make eye contact with your stepdad. His eyes softening slightly as he takes in his sweet stepdaughter — chest filling with a swirl of emotions he doesn’t know how to explain. Her gorgeous eyes staring up at her dad as her pretty lashes make her look all that more enticing.

Lush lips swollen and slicked up from Rafe’s desperate kisses and the way he fucked your mouth right before.

Oh sweet girl.

The devil’s got my son and now the devil’s got you too.

“Hey dad, how was the gala?” Rafe says casually, his hand pressing into your stomach to hold your back down after your try to get up and cover yourself. Falling back into the cushions with a mewl when he spits again on your pussy, watching as it drips from your swollen clit down to your fluttering hole.

Not a care in the damn world.

“Rafe.” Ward says with grit in his voice. His mind reeling at what to do while your mother sobs into her hand with her back turned to the debauched scene.

“What’s up?” Rafe says too casually, too nonchalant as if what he’s doing isn’t sick. Looking at Ward with fire in his eyes and wet face twisting into a sly grin. “We thought you two were going to come back a little later.” He says as if it’s nothing. As if he’s not defiling his stepsister in front of their eyes.

Rafe moves his body up. Standing up and making Ward grip the bridge of nose and shut his eyes in frustration as he catches sight of his son’s bare body. Hardened cock still slick from your mess. Grabbing his shorts from the floor and sliding them over himself as he tossed your negligee to you and watches you put it on in a daze.

Still needy and ready to cum. And really not that worried about getting caught.

Mind empty and only thoughts of your big brother filling them. The casualty in both your movements makes it seem like you both wanted them to know.

Is this what two got up too? All those moments of “hanging out” alone? Leaving the house at different hours with your hands intertwined in each other’s? Stumbling in from parties with giggles? How long?

“Son.” Ward says with a crack in his voice. Eyes turning back onto you both as your now covered body comes to stand behind Rafe. Legs shaky as you wrap your arms around his stomach and cower behind him. Soft eyes locking onto Ward that makes him want to wrap you up in his arms and take you away from the darkness that his son is.

Ward doesn’t know what to say. His mind going a thousand miles a minute as your mom turns back after regrouping herself. Eyes teary and and full of fury as she points an angry finger at Rafe.

“This ends now!” She roars, walking with conviction in her steps toward both of you and reaching out to grip your arm when you hide your body behind Rafe’s. Her anger bubbling over when Rafe shields you even more and blocks her movements. His towering frame looming over her and his eyes looking down at her with condescending victory.

Her own staring up at him with a nasty, hateful sneer — twisted across her face and fight in her eyes. But it’s when Rafe’s tongue licks his lips with a satisfied hum vibrating from his chest. Teeth showing sharply with a sinful smile after as he lets out a …

“Mhhmm … sweet. Always is, from the very first time.”

That’s when your mother snaps. Her hand reeling back and ready to smack across his smug face. Ward coming up quickly behind and gripping her wrist before her strike can land. Arm wrapping around her stomach as he pulls her into him while her legs buckle. Tears falling angrily from her eyes and she sobs out curses at him.

“You sick son of a bitch! I knew it!” She cries, eyes darting to the way her daughter clings onto the boy that’s suppose to be her protector.

Her brother.

But all he is — is the demon that rips her apart every night with his dick and puts her back together with his tongue.

Ward shushes her gently, moving to sit her on the couch as her face falls into her hands. Sobs ripping from her chest as her perfect little family falls apart right in front of her eyes.

Thank god the girls aren’t home.

Though they don’t know that even they have been catching onto your’s and Rafe’s weird, little relationship.

Ward comes to stand in front of Rafe. His arm still shielding you behind him and your soft eyes looking at Ward around his arm. His eyes dropping to the way your nails grip into his abdomen for comfort. Before flitting back up to Rafe with a new determination in his eyes.

“If you think I’m going to allow this in my home, under my roof,” he emphasizes and lets out a non-humored laugh — head shaking as he finished with a, “you got another thing coming, son.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes with a mocking smirk, head turning to look to the side before swiftly moving back to his father’s gaze. Ward’s shoulders full of tension as both men fight for dominance.

“Yeah?” Drips from Rafe’s wet mouth as a soft chuckle follows right after — before a determined, “you’re not going to do jack-shit. ‘Wanna know, why?” He says with pure confidence. Head tilting mockingly as he stares his father down. Your nails digging into him with a whimper falling from your mouth as you press your damp forehead to his back.

Your mom’s pained cries hitting you in your heart. But Rafe’s love matter’s more.

“That so?” Ward says with furrowed brows and an equally mocking smirk sliding across his face as he takes in his son’s audacity. “Enlighten me, son. Humor me. Why is that?”

Rafe just looks at him with a patronizing confidence. Lips in a nasty grin as he sizes his father up. Determined to come out on top right along with his prize. You.

“You’re not ‘gonna do shit. Because if you do,” he steps forward slightly, chest knocking into his father’s while you shuffle right along with him. Rafe looking down at Ward over his nose. “I’ll make this all public. Show the island exactly who she belongs to and exactly what we’ve been getting up to.”

And that makes Ward’s equally mocking smile drop immediately. His hands falling into a tight fist along his sides, as he takes in Rafe’s statement. The idea of their perfect reputation being marked with a sickening stain bouncing around his brain. Who would respect him if even his own son and stepdaughter don’t?

It immediately makes your mother’s head snap up. Eyes burning into the scene as the same realization settles in her chest. The idea that the other socialites on the island, all their friends, extended family even — would come to see that their children are walking all over the perfect family-image they’ve created with not a care in the world …

Well that makes her chest clench even tighter.

“Yeah, got it now?” Rafe says with triumph laced in his voice. A huff falling from his nose as soft laugh leaves him. That’s what he thought.

“The perfect little family you love to flaunt around and that perfect little reputation would come crumbling down, wouldn’t it?” He rubbed in, his chest swelling with pride as his father stepped back in a daze. His mind going a thousand miles a minute at the type of damage control that would need to be done if this came out to the entirety of the island.

He sits down gently next to your mother. His palms laying flat across his knees and back stiff as his eyes lock into the carpet below. Ignoring the worried stare of his wife as his mind races, before his hands clench into fist once more and he shuts his eyes tightly. A frustrated sigh falling from his nose.

Checkmate bitch.

Rafe is flying on a cloud of victory. Stepping forward and making your arms drop from around him as you look at your parents anxiously. Bringing your manicured nail to your swollen lips as you anxiously chew on the long edge of it. Eyes shuffling between your mother and Ward who’s eyes are now locked onto him with viciousness, Rafe’s strong back facing you.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, his face displaying power as his eyes lock onto yours.

“Wait for me upstairs, baby. Alright? I’ll be up there in a second.” He says softly, though his voice is still full of command. And when you hesitate for a second, eyes darting between his and your mother’s heartbroken gaze.

Well that just won’t do.

“Now!” He grits out, fingers snapping at you and pointing to the exit where you need to go. His face hardened with dominance as he holds your gaze in his. Your feet shuffling before your mind can catch up as you listen to him.

You always would.

As you shuffle past them to follow the path leading to the staircase; his hand comes out to smack your ass with a loud clap as you pass him. Giving out a vicious smirk as he watches you leave the tension filled living room and listen to his command.

Looking over your shoulder — you look at him once more and he can see the tension leave your body as he gave you a reassuring nod.

And when you’re out of his line of sight, that’s when he turns to look back at his father and your mother. Strong arms crossing over his chest as he gazes down at them as if they were nothing.

“Don’t think I won’t. You know me better than that, don’t you dad?” He mocks, eyes battling for dominance with Ward’s as he ignores the burning stare of your mother till he doesn’t. Looking directly at her after and saying…

“And don’t even think about doing anything, either. Got a few videos of your little girl getting fucked and filled that I’m sure the island would love to see.”

His face still slightly damp from his mouth fucking you as his teeth show in a sharp smile once more. Making a show of bringing his fingers to wipe away at it and lick it off his fingers tips — before he finally steps away from them.

Walking around the couch as he heads for the same direction he sent you in. Heavy footsteps filling the otherwise silent house as he leaves them there with loathing at his upper hand on their family.

Rafe calling over his shoulder with a shout of…

“Glad we could have this talk!”

They can just hear the permanent smirk of satisfaction displayed on his face.

And while your mother is trying to rid her mind of you being defiled in front of her very eyes…

Ward’s mind keeps falling back to his gorgeous, little stepdaughter spread out bare in front of him. Wondering what she might taste like …

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a/n: hell yeah.

[rafesbowbunny]

back again with some more sub-stepbro!rafe & mean-stepsis!reader .. thinking about how he’d practically beg her (pathetically) to have sex with him and/or jerk him off … so she does exactly that, but overstims him until he’s at the point of tears ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

sorry it took so long to answer this! i was away for new years but im back and getting back into it now <3 i hope i don't disappoint !

req! 𝜗𝜚 mean-stepsis!reader gives sub-stepbro!rafe what he wants... at a price

c!w; mdni !! step-cest, desperate sub!rafe, mean/dom!reader, teasing, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, oversimulaton, degradation, humiliation, size kink, cream pie, rafe is referred to as 'good boy' once lol.

notes; sorry if this isn't great ! i literally just got back from a trip with my family over new years so i'm a little tired and i'm just getting back into writing again <3

you were walking around the house in the middle of the night, nothing but panties and a t-shirt on, everyone was asleep so it's not like it mattered. you assumed everyone was asleep until you passed rafe's bedroom.

the door was barely ajar but you could hear him groaning lowly in frustration, maybe he was playing a game or something and it wasn't going well? you shrugged and pushed open the door to find him with his pants pushed down to his thighs, semi-hard cock in hand with his phone by his side clearly lowly playing some porn he'd found.

you both got a small fright when you realised what you were looking at, but a cocky smirk slid across your features as rafe furrowed his brow and his cheeks went red. he tore a pillow from behind him and covered himself nervously.

"having some trouble..?" you taunted, now stepping fully into his bedroom and closing the door. rafe was sweating bullets, exhausted from trying to jerk himself off for almost an hour and not succeeding and extremely tense from your intimidating presence in front of him.

you slowly inched closer to the end of his bed, still smiling. he turned his phone off and shakily ran a hand through his greasy hair, "wh-what're you doing up?"

you shrugged, now climbing onto the bed slowly on your hands and knees, it was so easy to make him so flustered. he squirmed a little when you brushed his leg as you made your way up to him.

"so pathetic... you've probably been at this for so long" you said with a scoff as you took his phone from him, trying to see what he was watching which was evidently something to do with a blonde step sister, she didn't look too far off from you but she was definitely missing your tits.

"i need... i need help... please" he almost whispered, your head perked up and you looked at him through your eye lashes. "what was that?"

he sighed heavily, sexual frustration seeping through his tone, "please.. please, i need it. let me be inside of you please..." his eyes were glossed over as if he were about to cry.

you scoffed and dropped his phone somewhere on the bed before straddling his thighs, you put your hands on the pillow that was still covering his cock and before long your hands were on him. "rafe, you're gonna have to tell me what you want? speak properly."

his chest was pumping with every breath, eyes fixed on the way your hands slowly pumped his cock, "uhghh... please ride me i need to be inside of you, pleasepleaseplease" he groaned, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.

you taunted him with your smile before one hand let go of him and snaked over your clothed pussy, rafe gulped as he noticed the wetness soaking through as you played with yourself a little before pulling the panties to the side.

"you want this big cock inside me?" you said sweetly, now on your knees and hovering menacingly over rafe's leaking tip. he was rock hard, you knew you were the only thing that had that effect on him.

he was practically drooling as he gazed down at the space between you, with mouth slightly ajar to accompany the pure bewilderment on his face.

you sunk down on him slowly, groaning a little as you got used to his size, he might be pathetic but his cock was still huge. a combination that easily made you let him stuff you full again and again.

he whined when you bottomed out and wrapped your arms around his neck. "don't- can't move for a second... i'll-"

"shut up and don't you dare cum yet. i just fucking slid it in" you snapped with a smirk before deciding to slowly grind back and forth. his large hands instantly connected with your hips, gripping hard as he tried to hold back from how tight your cunt was squeezing him.

"nghh... you're so tight, fuck... please don't stop" rafe whimpered as his eyes rolled back, he had died and your pussy was heaven.

"you're soo pussy whipped hm?? so hard over your step-sister's wet pussy" you sighed as you began to bounce up and down, rafe's jaw was going slack and his grip loose as he grappled for control over his own release but to no avail.

"y/n...oh! fuck please i'm gonna cum- please let me cum? please?" he begged, hands panted at a hip and your waist. you grinned at rafe coming apart underneath you, he was so out of his mind drunk off the feeling of being inside you.

"mm, yes cum inside of me, you've been a good boy" you hummed, hands stroking his tense and toned chest. his lips parted and his body tensed up as his cock twitched inside you before a guttural groan escaped his lips, his thick cum spilling into you.

but you weren't yet done with him.

he attempted to hold you still as he finished but as soon as you felt the hot stickiness inside of you, you continued to bounce on his cock, rolling your hips as much as you could.

rafe looked at you with panic in his eyes as he started to shake, "'s too much- ughh! fuck... please-" he groaned, tears beginning to spill from his eyes.

you kept riding him, milking him for every last drop and making sure to lift nearly completely off his dick only to take him all the way in again. he had cum a for a second time in tears, almost directly after you'd let him and was now limp against the headboard of his bed.

you giggled at him, "so pathetic, you wanted to be inside me so bad and you could barely handle it. look how much cum there is"

he lifted his head up to look down between you as you rose off of him, holding yourself steady above him you watched as some his thick cum leaked out of you. he was completely mesmerised and too fucked out to realise it was all over his pelvis now. you grinned and slid his tip though your folds, playing with his release with a giggle only causing him to twitch again with little whimpers.

finally you swung your leg over and readjusted your panties to cover the sticky mess spilling out of you. rafe watched you intensely.

"i'm tired," you called, walking to his bedroom door before opening it, "good night rafey." and there you left him, with tear stained cheeks and cum stained sheets.

[drewsstars]

05. House Of Balloons — R.C

PAIRING: STEP-BROTHER!RAFE X READER

SUMMARY: Turning 18 meant freedom—or at least, that’s what you thought when you chose to move in with your mother, Rose, to escape your deadbeat father. What you didn’t expect was how much your stepbrother, Rafe Cameron, had changed. And maybe that change was exactly what made it impossible to stay away from him.

House of Balloons by The Weeknd — "You're in my world now. You can stay, but you belong to me. If it hurts to breathe, open the window. Your mind wants to leave, but you can't go. This is a happy house. We're happy here"

WARNINGS: stepcest, cursing, angst.

MASTERLIST

rafe's pov:

yn's pov:

[oneecheri]

Daphne "Deph" Winchester finds her brothers! (Part 1)

Summary: Daphne Winchester is John's unknown child from his teenage years, from an escapade before meeting Mary, and she reunites with her brother Sam, and this time with an older one, too.

Starring: Brother!Dean & Brother!Sam & Stepsister!Reader (Original Character.)

Tw: nothing, except a little breathing problem and a slight mention of a traffic accident. Here, siblings fight, reunite, and then fight again.

Somewhere near Alabama, in a motel.

There was a loud knock on the door and a faint sound of boots clunking against the wooden floor outside.

The Winchester brothers looked at each other as they reached their hidden guns. When they both got up and started heading the door quietly, Dean tried pushing Sam behind himself, to protect him from whatever stood behind the door. He then reached the handle quietly and on a count of three, swung the door open, his gun pointed at the new face.

"Who are you?" Dean's voice came out rough, his brows furrowed with a deep crease running in between. Sam suddenly moved forward, his greens shining bright.

"Deph!" He called out and pushed Dean slightly to reach his stepsister. "I've missed you!" The girl smiled while her arms wrapped around Sam's neck, struggling to reach his hair to mess with it. "You've grown!" Sam giggled as his hug tightened around her. "Well, you're still short!"

Dean, however, stood near the door, desperately expecting an answer. A foreign expression taking over his face. "What is going on?" He put his gun on the nearby shelf.

"This, Dean-" said Sam as he pulls Deph in, "- is Daphne. She is our stepsister."

"Our what?" Dean's eyes widened as his body became rigid. His mouth opened and closed but made no sound. Sam looked at him one last time and pulled Daphne in.

"Let's get in!"

Dean was the first one to break the sudden silence inside the motel room. "So what the hell is going on?" He questioned as he sat up straight on the worn-out couch. Sam groaned as his palms found his face. A deep sigh left his lips before he began. "So Daphne found dad - our dad - a few years ago. Dad then brought her to me and told her to keep an eye on me." He said and added, "She was also studying at Stanford." Dean gulped and stayed quiet, various thoughts crossing his head. "But we kinda lost touch after the incident."

"Which incident?" Daphne felt herself bad - really bad - seeing that John didn't even mention her to her other stepbrother, Dean. She expected Dean to get disappointed and mad since Sam knew everything while Dean wasn't even considered in the first place. However, he looked stoic, thoughtful even, and didn't crash out. What also broke her heart was the cruel fact of Sam not telling her to Dean either. She felt her chest tighten.

"After Jess passed away and Sam left, we didn't speak. I tried my damn best to find Sam -" she paused, "- to find you guys again." Dean's dark greens found Daphne's hazel eyes and he furrowed his brows. "Well, how did you find us then?"

Daphne felt her cheeks brighten due to the confession she was about to make. "I asked my friend to track Sam's phone signal. But because you were constantly on the run, it took a long time to be able to meet in flesh." Dean nodded gingerly and stayed quiet, trying to process all the new information he was suddenly faced with.

"How old are you?" His hands found his hips, strictly interrogating his newly-found stepsister.

"24. You?"

"I'm 28." Dean's voice sounded strong enough to cut through metal. Daphne, on the other hand, wasn't fazed by his stepbrother. "Great. So he had you, then me and lastly Sammy."

"Sammy? You don't call him that!" Dean got up from his seat abruptly. A disgusted expression took over his face. Daphne was taken aback by his sudden eruption, nevertheless stood her ground. "And why not? That's the nickname I gave him."

Dean stood there for a moment, his eyes shortly flicking to his brother's. Sam looked guilty and just toyed with the ends of his fingers. "When were you planning to tell me that we had a stepsister, Sammy?" He growled. "On our deathbed?"

Sam looked at Dean quietly, trying to think of a way to exit this uncomfortable confrontation. He scratched the back of his neck, his nape, and decided to just go with the truth. "Dad told me not to tell you."

"Why not?" Dean's voice didn't alter, didn't soften. However, Daphne was able to see through his squinted eyes. She saw how broken his heart got, how the very centre of his greens shook, and how his lashes started clumping at the ends.

"I don't know!"

She never had any siblings until she met Sammy, yet the same love she had for him started emerging for him, too.

Her older stepbrother, Dean.

The same day, a few hours later.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Dean's voice echoed through the living room while Daphne was busy getting ready. She put her hair up in a ponytail and reached her leather jacket.

"To haunt down some father fuckers."

"Whats?" Dean stared at Daphne in surprise as Sam was laughing in the background, completely uncontrolled.

"Yeah, what am I supposed to call them, the love of my life? They're monsters! They kill people."

Dean was caught off guard and was trying so hard not to let a huge smile creep up his face. When Sam breathed deeply and continued laughing like it was his last day on earth, both Daphne and Dean turned at him, scowling.

"Shut up, Sammy!" Sam was only then able to control himself and let out an exasperated sigh. "Oh great, now I have two of them."

As Daphne turned back and was about to get in Impala, Dean tugged on her arm - trying his best not to be too tough. "You're staying here. At the motel." The girl raised her eyebrows, harshly pulling her arm away from Dean's grip. "No, I'm coming with you. I heard you guys talk about them." She got in the car quickly, leaving Dean utterly surprised. He felt anger bubble inside his veins and rage start to cloud his vision. Sam was behind the duo, feeling the familiar type of tension in the air.

Him and Dean always had some sort of argument before going on a hunt. This was nothing new. Sam shook his head as he got in the passenger seat and called out, "Come on, Dean, what are you waiting for?" The said male cracked his neck in hopes of calming his nerves and got in the driver's seat. The fact that his newly-found stepsister not listening to him was making him feral.

The hunt, on the other hand, went surprisingly well. Daphne was good at what she was doing - really good. She didn't know about the lore, yet her hunting abilities were astonishing. She was quick to move, athletic and strong. The monster was abolished in no time, now that they were three professionals.

10 months later.

"Are you kidding me? Don't touch that bag!" Dean shouted across the room at Daphne, who tried to make sense of all the little drawings on a witch's handbag. She rolled her eyes, completely ignoring Dean. "Deph, no!" This time, he sounded more serious and started nearing her. Daphne exhaled loudly, tired of Dean's way of doing hunts and searches. "Don't tell me what to do, Dean!"

"You don't know whether that bag is safe to touch or not. It may be spelled with dark magic." He stood near her, his brows furrowed. Daphne looked up at him yet continued touching and twisting the bag. "I gotta see a bit more, Dean. It wouldn't kill anyone."

"You wouldn't know that!" He argued. Daphne stopped touching the bag and got up from the wooden chair. "As if you do, Dean!" She was trying so hard to keep her anger in, trying to trap it inside her body. She swallowed thick and snatched the bag from where it laid on the table. Dean caught her arm, a scowl making its way past his lips. "Stop this, Daphne!"

This, a man telling her what to do - especially for her own safety - was new. John was almost never with Daphne's family, and she had to grow up to be strong enough to protect herself from the world - while also hunting different monsters her dad mentioned. She breathed deep and looked right at Dean's dark greens. "I've been doing this since years, Dean." He glared at her, hard. "Just because you've been doing it for years, it doesn't mean that it's right."

Sam entered the room upon hearing all the shouts and growls coming from his elder siblings. He yawned loudly, catching their attention fast. "You guys are about to wake the whole world up."

Daphne smiled tightly, her eyes showing no joy. "It's because your brother called Dean is being as stubborn as ever! I've known him for ten months now and he hasn't changed a bit!" Dean chuckled at that - actually chuckled - clearly enjoying making his sister mad. "Well, that's too sad, sweetheart, but you're not the most fun person to be around, either." She scuffed, yet she couldn't deny the stinging pain she felt in her heart seeing Dean get mean.

"That's why dad didn't tell you anything, even your own sister! You are too damn stubborn and selfish!" Dean felt his breath hitch and his mouth sealed shut. His gaze landed on the table, quietly backing away. He knew, she was right.

As the elder siblings started getting unnaturally quiet and the air got negatively charged, the windows around the bunker started shattering one by one. Sam's eyes opened as he crouched down. He instinctively reached Dean to pull him aside, while Dean reached Daphne to pull her. Daphne followed Dean's lead, who followed Sam. They all hid under the huge wooden table, breathing hard.

"What the hell?" Daphne and Dean muttered at the same time. Sam furrowed his brows, trying his best to remember the lore. "I - I'm not sure!" He tried his best but nothing about these witches' case was crossing his mind at the moment. "I can't remember anything!"

The shattering didn't stop and all the mirrors, glass jars and plates started exploding as well. Daphne covered her ears with her trembling hands, causing Dean to pull her to his chest. "It's okay, it's okay."

Daphne was able to smell his brother's now familiar smell, like a gentle hug around her senses. It was the first time she was this vulnerable near Dean. He didn't know yet, but this had triggered her and made her remember the traffic accident she had years ago. When she felt unable to calm herself, she held onto his arms tightly, almost bruising his skin. "We're alright, Deph. We're okay. Breathe." He spoke gently, pushing away her baby hairs. "Look at me -" he said and held her chin gently, "- breathe. Okay, don't stop breathing."

When the clattering, shattering and the explosions ended, Daphne hugged Dean tight under the table, unable to stop her hot tears gushing from her pretty eyes. "I'm so sorry Dean." Dean chuckled lowly as he rubbed her back. "I know. You're my little sister and kids make mistakes." His confident tone made Daphne smile.

Sam, on the other hand, was busy watching them genuinely bond for the first time. He knew, that after this, they would be inseparable.

Just like him and his brother.

IF YOURE READING THIS 👋 HI! IVE TRIED MY BEST AND THESE BABIES ARE SO CUTE 😍 MAYBE I'LL WRITE ANOTHER PART LATER ON IDK and THANK YOU ANON 🍓 FOR THIS REQUEST. I HOPE I COULD DELIVER THIS GOOD! OKAY LOVE YALL BYE!!

[obxcc]

kitty giggles. puppy pants. fawn whimpers. step sis in both jj and rafe’s universes whines. sweetheart begs. bigsister is biting her lip the whole time— not bc it doesn’t feel good but she doesn’t want ppl to know she’s fucking jackson lol. and kitten!reader is a screamer.

[insomniakisses]

Fortnite Fun

Warnings/Notes: Stepcest, step-sis Paige x step-sis reader, Omegaverse au, alpha Paige, she has a dick and a knot, Omega reader, AFAB reader, gendered terms like 'Babygirl' , sexual natured fic, 18+ fic, minors DNI, daddy kink, unprotected sex, Slight Voyeurism since someone's listening, knotting, claiming, bites small mention of blood, possessive Paige, innocent reader. Based on this ask

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Paige had been teasing you all fucking day. Rubbing up on you, making dirty comments, she even hugged you from behind and slipped her fingers into your pants to rub your clit.

You were a flustered and blushing mess by the time night came. She had worked you up all day just to go to her room and hop on fortnight with KK. You had tried to give yourself some relief, but nothing seemed to work.

You knew what was happening between you and Paige was wrong; she was your step- sister and you were unmated. Yet all the girl seemed to do was tease you and make you wet, not to mention that time she got in the shower with you and fucked between your thighs as she kissed your neck.

There was just something so intoxicating about her, her scent that sweet scent of Lillies mixed with delicious S’mores. It followed her around, clinging to the air around you anytime she passed. It coated your clothes after hugs and drove you insane.

Paige knew just how to mess with you, wearing scent enhancers and going commando under her grey sweats, hell she even sometimes walked around naked.

This whole week she had been particularly mean with how shed whisper what she wanted to do to you in your ear as she pressed up against you. How she’d jerk herself on the couch right in front of you or leave the door open when she showered. There wasn’t a day she didn’t slip her fingers into your underwear either.

All of this had led to tonight, the way you slammed her door open and glared at her. You didn’t give a shit that KK was on the coms or that she was in the middle of a game, you just wanted to yell or scream at her.

Paige, of course, was one step ahead. Her sweats kicked off leaving her in just an unbuttoned shirt and cock hard and twitching against abs. Pre dripping into her happy trail.

“C’mere Babygirl, have a seat right here for me” she called out, eyes focused on the game like she wasn’t asking u to sit on her cock.

Your cheeks flushed as you let out a shaky “Paige…” but you didn’t give as you were told almost like you were in a trance. Clothes coming off and being thrown somewhere as you made your way over to her before she helped you up into her lap.

Your first instinct to face her and shove your face into her neck, inhaling the scent you love so much. But she simply chuckled. “No no Babygirl, this way.” She guided you then, making u face the screen as she lowered you onto her cock.

You whined and moaned as she held you tight forcing you to take every inch of her cock. You’d never had something so big inside you. When she bottomed out her tip kissed your cervix with ever twitch and she groaned at the feeling while your eyes glazed over as you felt the start of your slip to omega space.

She hummed then wrapping her arms around you and leaning her head against you. Placing open mouth kisses to your neck and shoulder, occasionally slipping in a suck or bite to get a reaction from you.

You were good for about 2 minutes before you tried to move, wanting to feel something anything other than the ache of her cock pressing deep inside you unmoving. But she just growled at you, tightening her grip and biting into your shoulder as a warning.

“Stay still slut, or you get a punishment not a reward.” Her words were harsh, growled out as she killed someone in game and talked to KK like you weren’t even there.

It had you whining, you needed something. Some form of pleasure of acknowledgement. You turned your head and placed kisses to her jaw, soft whimpering escaping your lips. “P-please Paige… daddy I can’t... I need more please” you pouted then, she always folded for your pout, and she cooed placing a kiss against your lips before humming.

“Okay my good girl,” her voice was soft and coated in sympathy. Whether real or fake you were too cocky drunk to tell. “Here you go Babygirl.”

You expected her to thrust or give you the go ahead to ride her but none of that happened. Instead, she grabbed your thighs placing each leg over the arms of the chair. Forcing you to spread for her, the moving seemingly making her sink deeper into you. The pressure of her tip pushing against your cervix growing.

Her hand then fell between your thighs, stationary for a second. She waited, till you had forgotten it was even there, then she moved. Rubbing your clit so teasingly slow as she sucked and nibbled the sweet spot on your neck.

You came. Instantly and hard. You couldn’t help it, you’d been so pent up and teased you were on the edge for hours, the faintest of touches would off sent you over. She groaned holding up her slightly wet hand, smirking against your neck. “Almost got you to squirt baby,” the flush on your cheeks darkened more by the second, especially at the next words out of her mouth. “What do you think KK? Should I make this slut squirt for me?”

You didn’t hear KKs response but by the way Paige eagerly began kissing your neck and rubbing your clit you knew her answer. But you were embarrassed, you didn’t want to make a mess, and you were fighting the incoming orgasm.

Paige tried all she could, but you clenched down on her in your efforts to avoid your orgasm, and you had indirectly caused her to have a premature one of her own. She gasped and groaned and twitched like crazy inside you as floods of sticky roped of cum painted your insides and she held you down onto her. Her tip almost poking inside your cervix with the force and deepness of her cock’s movements.

When she regained some of her composure, she was a growling mess leaving hickeys and deep bites against your skin. Game long forgotten and controller thrown somewhere else, screen coming up with the return to lobby option as they had both died.

Your focus wasn’t on that though, too busy focused on the way her cock seemed to have endless ropes to give you. Her fingers rubbing fast against your clit as she hammered her hips to thrust hard and fast into you.

You were squirting before you had time to think, legs shaking and body limp in her arms. She didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Her alpha had been pushed into breed mode, and she grabbed your hips as she stood.

Pushing you against the desk, her grip bruising as she slammed her cock in you. Groan and growls escaping her as she came over and over again. Your legs shaking and pussy dripping a mix of your juices and her cum down her cock and onto her balls.

You were so fucked out and cock drunk that you just laid your head against the desk. A mantra of “Daddy Daddy Fuck more please”Being screamed from your lips.

Paige’s own mantra of “fuck just like that, fucking take it Babygirl fuck fuck fuck” being muttered into your back as she placed open mouth kisses against it. Her knot begging to swell and catch with ever thrust as your both came again. The wet squelching of your hips meeting driving her to the edge as she rubbed your clit, needing one last big orgasm from the two of you to knot.

And when your legs shuck and she felt you clench and start to squirt against her hand she groaned and slammed into you. Her knot pushing in with a wet pop as every bit of cum she had pumped into you. Hot and sticky and filling you up so good.

Her arm scooped around your waist as she picked you up moving you with her to sit back in her lap as she sat in her chair. Nuzzling into your neck before she sucked at your mating gland softly rubbing your clit to relax you as she began to bite down. Claiming you as hers.

She pulled away after a few and licked at the mark helping it close and preventing too much blood from leaking out. You half asleep and deep into omega space against her, softly purring at the feeling of being claimed.

The room silent bar your soft purrs and Paige’s occasional quiet rumble until KK’s voice came through the speaker. “Yall nasty you know that… but if y/n ever wants a real alpha-” her sentence stopped by Paige ending the call with a growl of “Mine.” And tightening her arms. The two of you falling asleep against each other shortly after.

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a/n: its been so long since this ask but i got inspired this week!

[cherrygirlfriend]

innocent stepsis ⭑.ᐟ

“i bet you're not as innocent as you let people think.”

★ rafe’s stepsister since their late teens, when ward married her mother amelia. rafe never liked her or her mother, immediately deeming both of them as gold diggers.

★ he’d known of her even before she became his stepsister, having seen her around the island before, but he didn’t really knew her; all he knew was that she was a bore; never partied, didn’t sleep around, got good grades…

★ but something about his new stepsister just got under his skin; he didn’t know whether it was her goody-two-shoes, innocent, ‘perfect daughter’ act or the way she’d strut around the house in her tiny, skin-tight clothes.

★ but when he found lewd polaroids of her, it was like a gift. proof, that her innocence was just that; an act. and he became adamant on proving to himself just how dirty you were; he wanted to corrupt her.

★ initially she was against it, thought it was disgusting he’d even think something like that would ever happen between them. but when he blackmailed her into letting him do what he wanted… she started to enjoy it. even if she would never admit it aloud.

★ rafe loves taking pictures and videos of her while he fucks her, loves to have proof that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be, to have proof that no one could fuck her like he could. to prove that he corrupted her.

“it won’t be too long before me and you are doing what lovers do; clothes on the floor, we’re exploring our bodies getting you off is my new favorite hobby.”

polaroids (smut)

stepbro!rafe blackmails reader into letting him use a vibrator on her.

the cons of long nails (smut)

rafe's stepsister has acrylics on and can't touch herself so he helps out.

pay no mind (smut)

reader is trying to read but rafe has something else in mind

suck it

[buckysgrace]

Chemistry

Steve x Stepsister!reader

Kinktober 2024

You're home when Steve comes back after stumbling into something odd.

CW: Pseudocest, dubcon, sex pollen, unprotected sex

The movie had started to bore you some time ago, slowly turning into background noise as you flipped through your book. But even that couldn’t hold your interest. 

The house was too big for one person, especially on this specific night. You were creeped out, or maybe that had been because of the scary movie you’d watched earlier. You had thought about snooping through the house again, but the last time you had found things of Steve’s that you hadn’t wanted to see.

Living with him was awkward, worse than you thought it would be. You’d known him your whole life, just as a stranger. And he still continued to treat you like one. Like you were somehow to blame for his father cheating and marrying your mother. People might’ve said he had changed but you knew the truth, he was still a dick. You had no control of it, but he still pointed the blame at you. And he had the audacity to say that you were the spoiled one. 

You had hoped things would be different, as you were both in the same boat. No siblings, no cousins or anything. It had always just been you and your mom and you had hoped that Steve would relate, that maybe you could bond over it. Having a big brother seemed fun, but he wasn’t interested. He didn’t even want you as a friend. 

You almost ignored him when he pushed the door open, easily telling by his body language that he didn’t want to be messed with anyways. But the sight of him made your book fall from your fingers, banging onto the floor as you quickly stood. 

“What happened to you?” You gasped in horror, eyes widening as you walked around the couch, “Steve, you look terrible.” You told him seriously, just briefly taking in the Band-aids that decorated his face. 

“Nothing.” He scoffed as he shook his head, his hair flopping around as he gripped the railing and began to head up the stairs. You walked behind him, deciding that you shouldn’t ignore him. Not when he looked like this. 

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” You protested as you followed him, watching as he took two steps at a time, “Who did that?” You asked seriously, wondering if you should call the cops. Maybe he got mugged, but you had no idea by who. You had thought he was going to be with Nancy. 

“No one.” He spoke in irritation, flicking on the switch to his bedroom as he tried to shut the door behind him. But you were faster. You pushed it open with little to no protest from him as he stumbled back, looking exasperated. 

“Jesus,” You gasped as the light gave you a good look of his bruises and cuts, “Oh my God. Let me help.” You replied seriously, staring at the dried blood that lingered above his lips and below his nose. He had a nasty cut on his right forehead, along with his left cheek. His lips were swollen and cut up too. 

“I don’t need your help.” He replied as he turned his gaze away from you, brown eyes twinkling underneath his bedroom lights. You frowned. 

“You’re hurt,” You pointed out, “Just let me clean it up. It looks painful.” You added, gently moving your hand up to move his hair from his forehead. Looking at it closer did nothing to ease your worries. It looked worse close up. 

“I’m fine.” He snapped in response, tilting his head back as you dropped your head to your side. You decided that he didn’t get to be stubborn, not right now. He could hate you later, but you weren’t going to leave him like this. 

“Please,” You told him softly, “I’d feel bad if I left you alone like this.” You told him gently, heart hammering as he turned his attention back towards you. He observed you for a long moment, like he was debating his choices. Or just too tired to argue.

“Fine.” He grumbled as he sat on the edge of his bed, his jeans dirty along his knees and thighs. You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what the hell he got himself into. But you didn’t press too much. 

You gathered up the little things that were available, then worked diligently. You were surprised he was true to his word, sitting still as you dabbed the wash cloth along his face. It still looked bad, but not as terrible as what you had originally thought. Once the blood was cleared, it didn’t look as gnarly. 

Your band-aids weren’t as colorful as the previous ones he had, but you hoped that they worked. A million questions raced through your mind, but you kept resting on one. Wondering if he was with Nancy. But you knew it was none of your business and it shouldn’t matter. 

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you pulled your hand away, feeling like he looked a lot better than before. But his eyes were dilated, dark and intense as he observed you. Part of you wondered if you had accidentally hurt him. 

“I think something’s wrong.” He replied roughly, flicking his tongue out to lick his bottom lip before he gulped roughly. You resisted the urge to touch him again, wondering if he was sick. Maybe he had a fever. 

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” You questioned him softly, “Steve?” You pried again, tilting your head patiently. He continued to stare, his chest rising and falling slowly before his gaze fell to your lips. 

Something in the air shifted, the atmosphere between the two of you growing so tense and quiet you could hear the grandfather clock ticking downstairs. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating, if he could see how your pulse was hitting against your skin. 

He leaned forward then, his long fingers falling against your neck as he tugged you closer. Your eyes widened, your lungs stalled as his lips fell against yours. Everything felt like it was falling in slow motion, the world around you stopping.

You expected him to be in pain, to be hurt from how sore and scratched his lips had been. But he didn’t act like that. His groans weren’t from pain, rather from want and need. You could feel it in the way he dragged his lips against yours, how the desperation and lust leaked from his touch. 

You felt like putty in his hands as he pulled you closer, sealing the gap between your bodies as his lips moved against yours more frantically. You could feel his teeth gliding against yours, his tongue dipping against the curve of your mouth. It was desperate, carnal. 

“Tell me to stop,” He said quickly as he pulled away, brown eyes filled with desperation, “Please.” He begged you as you still felt hazy, your mind mingling from the leftover feeling of his mouth against yours.

You stared at the look in his eyes, how wide and crazed his pupils looked. You wondered if you just had that effect on him, or if it was something else. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. 

“I don’t want you to hurt.” You whispered softly, meaning your words fully. If this made him feel better, you’d willingly give yourself to him. He wasn’t related to you, nor were you really siblings. Your parents just happened to be married.

He inhaled deeply, his thumbs brushing across your cheeks as his eyes scanned your features again. He licked his bottom lip, groaning softly as he tilted his face towards yours again. You parted your lips, craving the feeling of him again.  

You had seen him kiss before, when Nancy was over or they were sneaking off at school. But he never kissed her like this. He was always gentle with her, soft touches and tender movements. 

The way he was holding you was rough, almost animalistic as he tugged you over his lap. His lips were harsh as he kissed you deeply again, his lips moving against yours tenderly but intensely. He held you like he was afraid you’d pull apart or disappear. You weren’t sure. But you didn’t want it to end.

His tongue fell against your teeth, licking away your spit as soft moans fell off of your tongue. His hands fell to your sides, then across your abdomen as he moved towards the buttons on your pajama shirt.

Your heart was beating so harshly in your chest that it hurt, but you ignored it as he pushed your shirt off of your shoulders. Your insides burned with desire as your hands fell to his chest, rolling your palms over his shirt before he pushed you back again.

You huffed as you fell onto your back, just barely getting yourself balanced on your elbows before he was ripping your pajama bottoms off your legs. You had never seen him in this manner before, so focused and intense.

“You’re so pretty,” He breathed out, expression filled with lust as his eyes scanned your body. You bit your bottom lip, feeling shy underneath his gaze, “God, honey. You look incredible.” He praised you, palms falling to your hips as he pulled you closer.

“Steve,” You started softly, feeling like you were in a trance. Or a dream, “Are you sure you want this?” You asked him seriously, feeling like there would be no going back after this. You weren’t sure you could stop after just having a taste of him. 

“Never wanted something so badly before,” He groaned as he began to grind his hips down against your thighs, “Please. Just wanna feel you. Just a bit.” He looked far too pretty as he rolled his head back, his lips parting as little moans fell from his tongue. 

“Okay,” You nodded your head in agreement, “S’fine.” You agreed with him, figuring it wouldn’t be too bad if you just touched a little bit. There was nothing wrong with that. 

His moans sounded heavenly as he pulled back briefly, just enough to shove his jeans and briefs down to his knees. Your eyes fell to the way his cock plopped out against your leg. His size was a bit intimidating, long and hard. His tip was a soft pink, precum leaking onto your skin as he shifted even closer. 

“Hurts,” He groaned as he wrapped his fingers around his cock, giving himself a little stroke, “Feels better now.” He panted as he nodded his head, reassuring himself as he thrust his hips forward. You felt like you were in awe, your mind fuzzy and warm. 

“You seem like you’re enjoying yourself.” You teased as you leaned forward, gliding your fingers over his slick cock. You gaped at the feeling, rolling your hands up and down the length of his cock. You liked how warm and soft his skin felt, how hard he felt against your fingers. 

“You’re such a brat, you know that?” He replied as he snapped his hips forward in bliss. He grunted as you felt a small smile forming on your lips, liking how desperate he was for your touch. 

“Am I?” You teased as you licked your bottom lip, enjoying the way he was grinding roughly against your hand. Pleasure was etched across his expression, telling you that he was enjoying it all too much. 

“Yeah,” He sighed as he gripped your knees, digging his fingertips into your flesh, “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He apologized, voice breaking up as you wrapped your other hand around the base of his cock. You moved both of your hands together, spreading his slick from his tip to his base. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked him seriously, your clit throbbing as he continued to thrust his hips forward. You almost feared the answer, not wanting him to really say no. You wanted to feel him, to make him feel good.

“No,” He said quickly, desperation forming between his eyebrows, “Please don’t stop. You feel so good around my cock. Please, please.” He cried out, whining as he continued to thrust his hips forward. You licked your bottom lip, admiring the way his cock moved against your fists. 

“Do you like that?” You asked him softly, fluttering your eyelashes as he reached his hands forward and gripped your tits. You moaned at the sensation, gasping as he brought his fingers down against your hardened nipples.

He pinched them softly, earning a little moan from you as they hardened in the air. He reached forward, hovering over you before he spit onto your skin. You widened your eyes, feeling like you should be disgusted as he smeared it across your boobs. You weren’t. The sensation traveled down your body, traveling straight to your neglected clit. 

He groaned as he rutted his hips forward rougher, his balls slapping against your hand from how roughly he was moving. You felt warm inside as you watched him, wondering what he would feel like inside of you. 

“Let me fuck you,” He begged a second later, groaning as he rolled your nipples around between his thumb and fingertip. You continued to stroke him, ignoring the way your wrists were beginning to ache, “Please. I’ll treat you so well, little sister.”

Fuck.

“Okay,” You whispered, not really needing to think about it. You wanted him just as badly. You wondered if you bore the same crazed look in your eye, if lust was written across your expression in the same way, “I want you, Stevie.” You breathed out, glad that your parents would be gone for the next few days. It gave you less to worry about.

Your heart thumped roughly in your chest as he pushed your knees apart and dragged the tip of his cock across your slick folds. You whimpered softly as his leaking tip pressed against your swollen clit, leaving you rolling your hips forward slowly.

“Should we-,” You gulped, trying to collect your thoughts, “Should you get a condom?” You asked him seriously, thinking that it would be best if you were safe.

“I wanna feel you,” He exhaled, eyes dark and pupils shot, “Please. I want to feel you so badly. I’ll be careful. I promise. I wanna feel your cunt so badly.” He begged as he continued to grind against your slick pussy.

“Oh God,” You moaned at the feeling of his heavy dick against you, nodding your head urgently as you bit down on your bottom lip, “Okay. I wanna feel you too.” You admitted, gasping as he slid his tip against your leaking hole.

He moaned at the feeling, pink lips parting in bliss as he bullied his thick cock inside of your thick walls. You whimpered at the sensation of him stretching you out, his cock pressing deeper inside of you as you took a deep breath.

Steve’s hands fell to your fleshy hips, gripping you tightly as he moaned wantonly. His sounds filled the room, desperate and loud as he bottomed out inside of you. His balls were pressed against your slick skin, the tip of his dick nestled against the deepest parts of you. You had never felt so filled before, so stretched and stuffed.

“Steve,” You exhaled roughly, whimpering as you reached down to grip his wrists. This was wrong. So wrong, “Feels good.” You moaned instead, eyes drifting up towards his.

His cock was heavy inside of your cunt, buried snugly inside of you. He fit inside of you so perfectly, like he was a missing puzzle piece. You fought the urge to reach down and touch your clit, feeling how harshly it was buzzing. 

He flicked his tongue out across his bottom lip, his smugness hidden behind the lustful expression as he leaned over you. Your knees were pushed to your chest, squishing you as his lips found yours again.

He licked your lips before he kissed you, his lips pressing roughly against yours as he began to slowly rut his hips into you. Your mouth vibrated from his groans, his nose brushing against your skin as he pressed his weight on top of yours. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” He apologized as his lips continued to glide against yours, whining as he began to rock himself into you. His thrusts were rough, rapid as his fingers dug harder into your flesh. He was gripping you so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave your skin sore, “Just feels so good.” 

Your body slid against the floor as he dragged you along the curve of his cock, your cunt leaking around his girth as he buried himself deeply with each movement. Your moans mingled with his as your nails dug into his wrist, clawing at him blissfully.

“S’okay, s’okay,” You promised, eyes rolling in the back of your head as his tip pressed against your bundle of nerves with each thrust, “Oh my God!” You whined this time, tone turning pitchy as your knees burned from the feeling of his weight over yours. 

Steve’s groans grew louder, whinier as he continued to rapidly thrust his hips forward. You could tell by the desperate look on his features that he was trying to hold himself back, trying not to lose control. But you wanted him to. It all felt so good. 

“I bet you did that on purpose,” He groaned as he buried himself deeper into you, “You wanted this, didn’t you?” He accused, moans rolling off of his tongue as his balls smacked against your skin.

“Feels good, so good,” You confirmed as you stuck your nails deeper into his skin, pleasure shooting up your spine at the way he was throbbing inside of your slick walls, “Don’t stop.” You demanded, not wanting the pleasure to stop. 

He pressed his lips together, a trail of blood falling from where his scratch had ripped open again. You leaned forward, sticking your tongue out to lick it away. He groaned as he held onto you tighter, his cock heavy against your walls as he stuck his tongue out to meet yours.

Drool fell from his mouth and onto yours as your tongues brushed against his. You curled your tongue around his, moaning at the sensation. You felt your clit throbbing, your walls aching as your climax grew near. 

“Let me cum inside you,” He whined as he rutted himself harder against you, like he was trying to get closer, “Please. I’ll make you feel so good.” He nodded his head, eyes meeting yours in desperation. 

“Wanna feel you cum inside,” You nodded your head, moaning in agreement at the thought of his spunk spilling from your walls, “Please, please.” You moved your hands up his arms, gripping at his clothes to tug him even closer.

His thrusts became uneven, deeper and sporadic as he rutted his hips against yours in desperation. He was whimpering, his sounds filling the room like a pretty melody as you knitted your fingers through his shirt. 

“Fuck, fuck!” He cursed, burying his cock deep inside of you. He gripped you tightly, crying out as his dick twitched inside of you, “Oh my God.” He huffed, whimpering as he continued to grind himself into you.

You moaned at the feeling, blinking your eyes slowly as a hazy feeling settled over you. You gasped as you rolled your hands across his shoulders, admiring the pretty look that filled his expression. He looked so handsome, so ethereal. 

You still felt like you were floating as he pulled his weight off of you, letting your legs relax for a moment as he slid his softening dick from your slick hole. You gulped, heart hammering as you feared he’d leave you like this. Pressed to the floor with his cum sliding from your cunt.

He dipped down instead, pressing your legs far apart as he buried his face between your legs. You cried out from the sensation as he kissed at your pussy, sucking on your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. It was rough and soft at the same time, the sensation spreading up your spine. 

His tongue was hot against your clit, lapping at the sensitive bud. You cried out as you dug your fingers through his hair, whining as your hips moved on their own. Your body felt like you were burning, on fire as he spread your legs further apart.

He buried his face deeper between your thighs, his tongue drifting down your folds and to your leaking hole. He curled his tongue inside of your cunt, lapping at your walls and cleaning away his spunk. Everything inside of you was pulsing, twisting and churning in pleasure. 

“Steve, Steve -,” You chanted, whimpering as your head fell back against the floor. Your hips rutted up against his face, his nose pressing against your clit as his tongue lapped at your spongy walls, “Fuck!” You cursed, shaking as you came with a cry.

You felt like you were floating, your body trembling as your pussy clamped down around his tongue. He kept a tight grip on your hips, keeping you from pulling away as you spasmed from underneath him. 

“Oh God,” You cried out, fingers knitting tightly through his hair as your clit throbbed from the overstimulation, “Feels so good.” You breathed out deeply, toes curling as he took one last long lap across your cunt.

“Tastes so good,” He groaned, wet lips sliding against your inner thighs, “You’ve got such a good cunt, baby sister.” He sighed as he dipped back down, taking another broad lick across your clit.

“Can’t,” You squeaked out, feeling like you might melt into the floorboards if he continued, “Too much.” You breathed out, gasping as you tugged his hair away from your sensitive bud.

He looked up at you, his eyes still filled with lust but his pupils were no longer as big. You pressed your fingers tightly together, looking at the mess of cum across his lips and chin. You crooned, wondering what he tasted like. 

He collapsed next to you a second later, his chest rising and falling in the same rhythm as your own. You didn’t touch him, didn’t turn your head to look at him as the shame settled over you. You didn’t quite regret it, but you knew it had been wrong. And you were fearful over his thoughts on this. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking. 

You both laid there on the floor, the room filled with the sound of the grandfather clock from below as you simmered in your shared mistake. There was no going back. 

[writingroom21]

Pay Up

Pairings: Stepbrother!rafe x stepsister!reader x dealer!Barry

Summary: When smoking with Barry turns into trying a new drug the last thing you expected was how the night ended. Will you and Rafe ever be the same again?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), light slapping, use of drugs (weed and coke), let me know if I missed any!

Wc: 2.9K

“Man this shit’s good.” Rafe coughs out a bit of smoke as he hands the blunt over to you. You take a drag enjoying the way the weed burns your throat. “Got that shit the other day from my boy. I could hook you up.” Barry swipes the blunt from you, kissing your cheek as he leans back. A giggle climbs its way from your chest and you fall into a fit. “Sorry mama but you were hogging it.”

You weren’t supposed to be here. Ward made it clear that he didn’t want you around Barry or drugs for that matter. But no Rafe wanted to go against his dad and dragged you along with him. Originally this was supposed to be a day for the two of you to hangout. Step-sibling day as your mom and Ward like to call it. But Rafe made the detour to his dealer's house and here you are on the couch stoned.

“Stop flirting with her and pass the blunt.” The smoke swirls around the three of you. The lights from the lamps mixing in to create a gradient of colors.”Can’t help it at the country club. You’re step sister’s hot.” Barry pulls out a bag full of weed and a tray so he can roll. The three of you pass the blunt, sparking up the new one when the first dies. Your body feels like it’s floating as you relax into the couch. Rafe’s fingertips rest on your shoulder dragging along the skin as his arm rests behind you. Tingles shout down your arms as his nails graze the skin before the flesh on his skin soothes it.

“You know I got something else the other day too.” Focusing on Barry is hard. You feel so comfortable that you could just fall asleep right now. A small white baggie is placed on the table in front of the two of you. Rafe sits up taller, his eyes trained on the bag. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You try to grab it but Barry beats you to it. T​​he mischief smile he has on is kind of scary. It’s a mix of pleasure and the need to destroy something. What exactly he has in mind you don’t know. All you know is that Rafe really shouldn’t be around this anymore. “Come on, let's just go home.”

Rafe’s grip on your hand gets tight as you try to pull him up with you. Tugging again is pointless as he drags you down next to him. “Just one, promise.”​​ The voice in the back of your head is telling you no. But there’s a pleading look in his eyes. Like he really needs this and you don’t know how to say no. The pad of his thumbs rubs the back of your hand drawing you in. “Just one and then we leave.” Relief washes over him. Removing his hand from yours he kneels in front of the table and cuts a line. Him and Barry clear their lines, leaning back as the drug starts to sink in. You watch the two of them, stroking Rafe’s hair as he rests against your legs with his head hung back. 

“Want a bump?” 

Barry’s dark eyes watch you waiting for your answer. He already knows what it will be but he’s holding out hoping. Out of the years of servicing you and Rafe, you have never bought anything besides weed. Rafe has practically tried every drug he could get his hands on. But you never caved in or maybe that’s because you were never around when he did. Rafe might complain about you and hate that your parents try to force you into a sibling bound but he protects you. Like that one time the two of them beat up that guy so he would stop flirting with you. Or how this is the first time he’s ever done a hard drug around you. To Rafe you had to be sheltered. Well that’s what he says, Barry has his own theories he wants to test out.

“I’m okay.” You look off to the side trying to find some more weed only to find nothing. Good thing Barry hid it before grabbing the coke. “Come on. What are you scared of?” Rafe picks his head up, finally starting to pay attention. Instinctively he reaches for the discarded card on the table and cuts himself another line. “Leave her alone, it's not her thing.” Leaning his head down, he inhales the powder before you can protest. You knew this was going to happen. He’s been doing so good with staying clean but one wasn’t going to be enough. It never was.

“Nah I think she wants to but is scared of you.” Barry says it like it's obvious before snorting his own line. The two of them argue as you sit there debating on what to do. Your thighs split more as Rafe’s body sank in between them. The back of his head rests on your chest with his arms on your thighs. The way Barry watches the two of you makes you nervous. His eyes keep scanning every inch of your body. What is he doing? “Well how about it bunny? Hmm, do you want some?” Dilated eyes stare into yours as Rafe sizes you up. There’s no way that you would say yes.

“Yeah.” 

The two men blank for a second before Barry is by your side opening your mouth. One of his fingers comes into view and you can see some powder on it. “We’ll take it easy. Just gonna put some on your gums.” Barry goes back to his original position. A clear view of what he wanted, the two of you. Slowly you start to feel the effects of the coke. Shit is this why Rafe did it so much? This shits great. “Knew you’d like it.” You ignore Barry and reach for the card attempting to cut yourself a line. You’ve seen Rafe do it at parties so you think you can do it. His hand stops you, the Cameron ring glistening from the lamp's light.

You sit back as he gathers a bit of the edge of his hand and twists himself to ba face to face. Coming closer he grabs the back of your head, bringing your nose to the little bump he made for you. He explains how to take the bump and you follow his instructions, closing your eyes at the feeling and humming. “Good girl. How are you feeling?” His hands are rubbing your thighs only enhancing the pleasure you are feeling. Bobbing your head you smile. “Great.” Turning around he looks at Barry sending him a wink. “Think we corrupted her.”

The two men leave you be for a while. Every once and a while Rafe would give you a little bump and take one right after you.

It felt good. There was a sense of weightlessness that you floated in. Everything around you kind of just faded and all your senses were heightened. “It’s getting late, we should head out.” Rafe pats your knee as you groan in protest. “First gotta pay your bill, country club. You know the deal.” Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He sits up blocking your view from Barry so you have to scoot back on the couch to look at him. “Don't look coy. Think I was just giving this shit out for free.” This was definitely not how today was supposed to go.

Ward has maxed Rafe’s withdrawal budget once he got clean. So the only thing the two of you could afford is the weed. Maybe you could go to the bank but your mom would definitely question you. From where you are sitting you can feel how tense Rafe is. His striped shirt is stretched across his back as he leans close to the man across from him. “I never said I was buying. You took the shit out.” The slight edge to his tone makes you more aware of his guard being put up.

“Never said I was offering.”

Barry wears a shit eating grin and Rafe just stares at him. The gears must be turning in his head and he realizes the two of you are fucked. If he calls Ward for more money it’s just giving himself away. Plus it would get him in more trouble since you’re involved now. “Your payment doesn’t have to be money.” Chocolate pools that Barry calls eyes bare into your soul. He’s watching you like he can’t wait to devour you. Standing up, Rafe blocks you from his view, sticking a hand behind his back so you can grab it. “You’re not touching her.” Deadly silence fills the air while they stare at each other.

“Wasn’t talking about me.” 

Crickets could be heard from the slightly open window behind Barry. Rafe is facing him so all you can see is his back. The muscles in his back tense and relax. “You’re sick.” Neither of you move. Rafe and Barry stare at each as you don’t know what to do. “And you’re not moving.” Barry leans forward. “I think you actually want to stay. You’d finally get what you’ve been wanting.” There’s something you’re missing. 

Barry knows something that you don’t and you don’t like it. You and Rafe have always been close. Too close that people forget that you are technically siblings through marriage. Interestly instead of making a scene, Rafe drops to his knees and snorts some more powder. Gathering some of his finger he turns to you, creeping in between your thighs. “You trust me?” Vague memories come flooding back. Rafe standing exactly where he is right now, staring up at you with the same pleading eyes. Only that time the alcohol infused haze came crashing before a mistake could be made.

“Yes.”

With the confirmation he pries your mouth open spreading the coke along your gums and tongue. His chest heaves with each breath itching to finally get a taste of you. The pad of his thumb drags your bottom lip before letting it go, his eyes tracing the movement. In a blink of an eye his lips descend on yours. His tongue licks into your mouth fighting to get the last remnants of any powder. The hand that cradles your face moves to rest at the bottom of your neck. Giving it a tight squeeze as he gets carried away.

It's only when your hands shoot up to hit his shoulders that he lets you breathe. You gulp down the air while watching him with wide eyes. The expression on his face must mirror your own. This shouldn’t be happening. Deal with Ward knowing the two of you did coke would be better than what is about to come. Steeling your nerves, you dive back into him, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. Ward is going to kill the both of you when he finds out. Might as well enjoy it before you go to hell.

A hum fills the room like the energy has shifted. The only sounds are the ones of kissing, clothes ruffling against each other, and whatever can be heard from outside. It’s just you and Rafe. Expect it’s not. Your mind finally kicks in and reminds you that Barry is there. Pushing Rafe off of you, your eyes find Barry’s. The usual brown eyes look more black, it must be the light. One thing you do notice is he doesn’t look disgusted. “Don’t stop on my account princess. Go on, let your big brother show you how to feel good.”

He’s only eight months older. That’s practically nothing but the way Barry says it sends tingles down your spine. Your clit throbs just thinking about Rafe fucking you or even just eating you out. At this point you’d take anything. “Come on, bunny don’t make me wait any longer.” The blunt edges of his nails scrape your thigh making you moan. “Rafey.” The winey way you say his name broke him. He’s dragging you to him on the couch by your ankles. Your shorts find a new home somewhere in the room. Rafe’s lips kiss their way up to your hip bone leaving open mouth kisses everywhere. 

Your head is thrown back from how good it feels. Blindly reaching back, Rafe grabs the baggie full of coke and pours some right above your panties. The line is jagged but it doesn’t matter. He snorts the line then sinks his teeth on your left hip. He finds the hem of your panties, dragging them off of you. You find it hard to breathe as he stares at you when his fingers find out how wet you are. Electricity zaps through your body as he drags his middle finger up and down your slit. Pulling away from you, he tastes his finger moaning at the taste of you. “Gotta be the fucking sweetest thing ever.”

A scream barrels out of you at the feeling of his tongue and mouth eating you out. Both of his hands are holding your thighs down. One of your hands finds his hair, tugging at the strands as your eyes fall shut. He slightly pulls back, a glob of spit meeting your clit before he smacks your pussy. A pained moan comes out of you. Your clit stings but the pain is smoothed when his tongue goes back to lick you. Well more like Rafe is making out with your pussy while you try not to blackout from the pleasure. Wet noises fill your ears before they start ringing. Seconds turn into minutes and you can’t remember anything anymore. All you can focus on is the way Rafe’s lips wrap around your clit as his fingers toy with your entrance. 

He dips in for a second, then takes them away to replace with his tongue. The tension in your stomach keeps growing. Suddenly a gush of liquid comes shooting out coating Rafe’s mouth and chin. He groans as he keeps eating you out, bringing you’re on the brink of another orgasm. The same feeling builds, exploding even worse making a mess. Rafe kneels in front of you trying to process what just happened. 

His eyes are trained on the way your chest heaves from trying to calm yourself. Your thighs twitch when he places his hands there to rub small circles into your skin. Everything feels like jello as you sink into the back of the couch. Rafe's head rests on your knee. Placing light kisses and watching you. “Keep going.” The two of you pause remembering you weren’t alone. When you look over at Barry you see him already staring at you. As your eyes trail down his body you see that he has his cock out stroking it.

Beads of precum gather at the head of his cock before slowly dripping down. There’s ruffling but all you look at is Barry. He’s wearing a little smile showing off his gold tooth. Rafe blocks your view from Barry. He steals your attention in a kiss, teasing you with his tip. You moan into his mouth as he pushes in. It’s a stretch, filling you better than anyone else. Shit he’s fucking big. “Fuck bunny. Fucking suffocating me.” A hum of satisfaction comes from the guy sitting in the chair. Rafe’s thrust increases in pace making your moans grow in volume. 

Each thrust is constant stimulation to your g-spot. “Rafey.” His nails dig into your hip, dragging you closer to the edge. Shifting his feet, Rafe finds himself kneeling on the couch. Your ass is resting on his thighs while your shoulders support your weight. Rafe pinches your left nipple, slapping your breast right after. “Perfect little bunny.” He brings one of your legs to his shoulder. “What are you going to tell your mommy when you get home? Gonna let her know your big brother fucks you like a slut.” Barry’s words shoot right to your clit.

By the way Rafe’s cock twitches it seems like you aren’t the only one affected by it. Rafe turns his head, sinking his teeth into the flesh of your calf. A painful moan courses through you as his teeth keep sinking in. You’re both going to hell. This is so wrong but it feels great. He finally lets go and starts to rub your clit. Your walls start fluttering around him and you are getting tighter. “Gonna cum for me bunny?” Your eyes open. You didn’t realize you had closed them but they opened again. His blue eyes stare back – flickering from your eye, to your lips, and then to where the two of you meet. 

The band in your stomach snaps and you cum for the third time tonight. With steady thrusts Rafe rides you through your high. Suddenly he pulls out, finishing himself off with his hand. His moans fill the room as he paints your pussy and thighs with his cum. “Shit.” Both of you turn to look at Barry and catch as he cums. He’s covered in his own cum watching the two of you. Carefully Rafe lowers your leg back down. He uses your panties to clean you up. 

Barry gets up from his seat and goes to walk to his room. “Clean yourselves up and get out. Your debts paid.” He leaves the two of you in the living by yourselves. You pull up your shorts as Rafe does the same. Neither of you can look at the other. You both clean up whatever mess is left and leave out the front door. It’s quiet between the two of you. No words are spoken but you both come to the same conclusion.

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[cosmicviolencce]

𝝑𝝔 stepbrother!rafe loves being in your room.

⊹ unprotected sex, somnophilia, mentions of drugs.

rafe was the last person you'd imagine being close to. he was... well, rafe. sarah was sweet and you two loved to chat, and wheezie was the reason you moved into the island, leaving your life behind — you didn't want to be away from your mother and lost your sister's childhood, so you left your life in the city. and well, a little bit of sun and salty water in a millionaire mansion wouldn't be that bad.

it surprised you when you realized how close you'd become, you thought you'd hate him at first. rafe was problematic, a troublemaker and... he wasn't very friendly with the idea of an outsider in his house, using his father's money. he wasn't friendly with anyone at all, except with his little sister wheezie, and that was one thing you had in common.

you began to exchange some greetings here and there, then he'd barge into your room without knocking, asking you for silly things as an excuse to see you laying there in your pajamas. "have you seen my charger?", "think I lost my phone... can you call me?", "party at topper's place. don't be late or you're staying here".

and without realizing, you were a hundred percent inside his world, that complicated and messy little world. your room was the coolest place in that house for him, so cozy and welcoming and somehow nostalgic, sunrays seemed to hit different trough your lacy white curtains, with cigarettes after sex playing in the background while you layed in your pale pink sheets in your pajamas to read a book, smelling like fucking strawberries.

it all seemed to turn quiet in there, like there was nothing in the outiside of that room but clouds. the atmosphere changed completely once he stepped in, and he loved that you'd accept to have him in there for hours without bothering to even say something; his mind was so filled with shit and he needed some silence. you just layed there, doing your girlie shit like he wasn't there. and when he felt like, he'd talk to you about his problems with his dad, or about business shit you didn't quite understood, or simply do drugs with you and stare at the ceiling of your room as his mind went blank.

then, he began to step into your room to give you a goodnight kiss after coming home late at night, and trough kiss after kiss, you reached for him and locked him into your arms. of course he'd stay. because your mattress felt somehow even more comfortable than his king sized bed, and you would always feel so warm under the blankets. god, he loved your scent. strawberries and vanilla, always clinging to your skin, and pillows, even in the air he could feel it. and you were always so warm, his hands touched every inch of you. your back, your legs, your stomach. he couldn't get enough.

such a sweet, protective big bro.

and before the sunrise, trough that lazy fog, he unconsciously rubbed his hard cock against the flesh of your ass, your bodies always pressed together in your sleep as he had the sweetest dreams of you. he went crazy when all you did was lift your hips even more until he came on his boxers after rubbing himself against you, quickly coming back to sleep with your back pressed against his chest.

you'd let him use you without caring about anything. it was your little secret, always so cozy and intimate. you lowered your pajama's shorts to your heels for him and went back to sleep while he stroked himself while looking at your pretty ass, at the curve of your back. he touched your breasts under your shirt, squeezed your asscheeks and parted them to spill all his cum and watch it slide down your skin.

then you couldn't jerk off without eachother, always sneaking under eachother's sheets and touching yourselves together. he loved to watch that blush take over your cheeks, the roll of your eyes as you came in front of him, legs open to that pretty cunt for him to soak with his cum.

but he couldn't fuck you. it was okay to just jerk off with you, right? you were just helping eachother, but fucking you seemed like a limit for him not to cross. but it turned more and more difficult. you were dying to feel how his perfect cock would feel inside you, and you were the perfect image of an angel, so pure and oblivious to your surroundings, probably dreaming of something sweet.

so one night you didn't wake up to his kisses, or the touch of his slender hands as he touched himself. it was his cock, stretching out your tight and warm walls. fuck, it was so good. you gasped, immediately lifting your head from the pillow. rafe was already fucking you slowly when he reached out to shush you, to stroke your scalp and slide his thumb over your flushed cheek, then down to your parted lips. 'shh, 's okay sis. i'll be quick, 'kay? just have to be quiet... fuck— can you do that 'f me?'

you nodded, resting your head against the pillow again as he muttered a sound of approval under his breath. fuck, it finally happened. he didn't even have to do much, his dick already filled you with a gentle roll of his hips, with his hands keeping your own hips lifted for him at the perfect angle. without mucb you were already making a mess on his dick, wet sounds coming out as discreetly as your soft sighs, muffled against the pillow, your eyes shut while you found yourself stuck between the feel of his thrusts and the sweet haze that made you a sleepy mess. rafe knew exactly what to do, how to do. you didn't make a sound, didn't even move.

he'd mutter a breathy 'fuck' or just hum, making sure you two wouldn't be discovered in the intimate of that moment. he rushed just a bit, and the constant rubbing of his tip on your soft spot made you curl against him, pussy contorting so sweety it made him come right after you, finally, finally spilling ropes of cum inside you just like he always wanted to. he stayed there for a bit, and the struggle to let go made one thing clear; now that the line was crossed, he'd come for more. again and again.

notes: tysm for reading! please support a writer by liking and reblogging if you enjoyed. english is not my first language so pleease sorry if there are any mistakes, just wrote this in a hurry. i dont know if i should keep writing only for rafe in this blog or also keep writing about the other characters at my blog... anyways, ill keep posting, byee xoxo

[dollyfiles]

Hello! Would you be open to writing a fic with stepbrother!Rafe x reader where he finds out that she’s still a virgin and teases her for it but then offers to “help” her out and she’s hesitant but eventually decides to give in? And this doesn’t have to be included if you do write this but maybe have them get like super close to getting caught/getting caught? -🐇

a/n: oh yess, keep ‘em coming 😋 i love this !! hope u like it <33

cw: literal stepcest (scroll if uncomfortable), teasing, virgin!reader, kissing, fingering, almost getting caught

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it started the way a lot of things did between you two. with too much proximity and not enough boundaries. rafe was leaning against your bedroom doorway, fresh out of the shower, towel still slung low on his hips, water dripping down his chest like he didn’t exactly know what it did to you.

you sat cross-legged on your bed in an oversized shirt, trying to act like you weren’t watching him through the corner of your eye. “your laptop’s still in my room,” he said, smirking. you shrugged, full of innocence. “you’re the one who keeps stealing my charger, so it kinda has to stay there to charge.”

“and you’re the one who keeps stealing my hoodies.” you both paused. then you finally looked at him, the air between you two suddenly thicker than it had any right to be. he stepped into the room slowly without invitation, closing the door behind himself.

“well, actually now that im here… there’s something i’ve been wondering.” you arched a brow, wary. “this already sounds like something i don’t want to hear.” he leaned back against the door, grinning. “you ever done it?” you blinked. “done what?”

“you know,” he said, stepping further into the room with that slow, cocky walk. “sex. or are you still saving yourself for someone worthy?” your cheeks went hot instantly. “wow. subtle.” he grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “just curious.”

you hesitated. why would he even want to know? and why did you actually want him to know? peeking around the room as if someone might hear, you admitted, “no. i haven’t.” rafe raised an eyebrow, but his smile softened. “seriously?”

you glared at him, defensive. “why do you sound so surprised?” crossing your arms now. “i’m not judging,” he said quickly, “i’ts just… i don’t know. i figured someone would’ve tried by now,” lifting a hand in surrender. “they have,” you muttered. “they just weren’t… you know. worth it i guess.”

his smile turned wicked then. “so you are waiting for someone special.” you didn’t respond. but you didn’t look away, either. “wanna know something?” he said, brushing your knee gently with the back of his hand. “i could make it really special for you, y/n.” your breath caught. “rafe…what?..”

“well, you’re not saying no.” he smirked, inching closer. you looked at him then, really looked at him. the guy you lived with. your mother’s boyfriend’s son. the only person in the world you absolutely shouldn’t want. but you did. your eyes were practically glued to him at this point, heart thudding against your ribs like a warning you were too far past to hear.

“tell me something,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. you swallowed, breath shaky. “what?” he dipped his head closer, his nose brushing along your jaw as his lips hovered near your ear. “you can’t pretend that you’ve never imagined it.”

your breath hitched and he felt it. the little stutter in your chest. he smiled against your skin. “me and you. touching each other.” his fingers teased the edge of your underwear, making your whole body tense. “i—”, your voice cracked.

rafe pulled back just enough to see your face. your eyes were wide, lips parted, flushed and clearly guilty. he smirked, “you have.” you looked away, but he gently turned your chin back to face him. “don’t lie,” he whispered. “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i’m not watching.”

“i don’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth. “you do,” he murmured. “and now i’m here. you’re here. no one else around. so if you want me to stop—say it.”

you didn’t.

instead, your hands slid up his muscular back, fingers curling into his skin. your silence spoke volumes, making rafe grin, “that’s what i thought.” and then he just kissed you. no warning. nothing. it was gentle at first, soft and warm and way too good.

his hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin, and you melted into it like you’d been waiting for this exact kiss. his mouth moved with yours, patient but hungry, holding back just enough to let you catch up.

your fingers found his bare chest, tracing the water still clinging to him. he groaned softly at your touch, deepening the kiss just slightly, easing you back against the pillows, your bodies flush. the soft fabric of your shirt bunched under his hands as he slid them beneath it, finding bare skin, warm and soft under his touch.

“you’re shaking,” he whispered against your mouth. “i’m not scared,” you breathed. “i know,” he murmured. his hand moved lower, trailing slow paths along your ribs, and down your stomach. you gasped softly when his thumb brushed over the thin fabric of your panties.

his lips were attached to your skin, moving with the kind of focus that made you ache. you arched into him, nerves giving way to something electric. a slow, burning hunger that made you feel drunk on nothing but your stepbrother.

he kissed his way down your neck and across your collarbone while his rough fingers began cricling your clit through the material, making you jolt. “such a good girl.” he whispered, voice strained. “please ray-“ you hiccuped, hips grinding desperately against his digits as you craved more of him. “please what?” he grinned, licking his lips.

“want more..” you whimpered, eyes glassy as you blinked up at him. rafe could feel himself unravel just then. he didn’t waste any time slipping his hand inside your panties, letting his fingers slip through your slick folds.

“shit, so fucking wet from just kissing your big brother, hm?” all you could do was nod frantically, too embarrassed to say anything else. this was already bad, but his words? they were even worse.

“i’m gonna give it to you so good, y/n. i promise.” he hushed, his lips finding your jaw before connecting your lips again as he knew you weren’t about to stay quiet once he started. before you knew it he slipped a finger inside your aching cunt, making you gasp into the kiss and dig your nails into his biceps.

“shhh..it’s okay, let ray take care of you.” you couldn’t really think straight. this was all so new and more than you’d ever imagined before. letting him fill you up like this was beyond dreadful, but it also felt so fucking good.

rafe was already struggling to keep his composure, your little yelps and gasps were just too much. he was about to free himself from the towel, his cock already leaking, when suddenly.

knock knock.

you stopped immediately. “y/n?” you heard your mom’s voice, muffled through the door. “you left your laundry in the dryer.” you were both frozen, half-naked, pressed against eachother, rafe’s hand very much where it shouldn’t be.

your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, panic shooting through you. “oh my god,” you mouthed. then another knock. “can i come in?” your mom called sweetly, rattling on the doorknob already. “no!” you squeaked in panic. “i mean—just a sec!”

rafe practically dove off the bed, holding onto the towel and wrapping it around his waist again, trying to look remotely normal. while you scrambled for the blanket, heart pounding like it was trying to break out of your chest.

“everything okay in there?” your mom asked after some time, sounding suspicious. “yeah! just, uh… getting changed!” outside the door, silence. then your mom’s footsteps receding. you both exhaled, half in relief, half in disbelief. you collapsed onto the pillow, heart pounding.

“you okay?” rafe whispered, breathless. “no,” you hissed, eyes wide, cheeks burning. “i- we- you were literally about to—” you exhaled, long and shaky. both of you stayed silent after that. but you knew you couldn’t just go back to how things were before.

not after the way he’d touched you. not after the way you’d let him. not after how natural, how right, it had felt, even when everything about it should have been wrong.

you watched him for a long moment, memorizing the look in his eyes, which wasn’t smug or teasing like usual. just real. raw. almost wrecked. you whispered, “what are we doing, rafe?” to which he just sighed heavily, “fuck.. i don’t know, okay?”

your heart thudded painfully. not from panic, but from the undeniable truth of it. because no matter how wrong it was, or how close you’d come to being caught, or how dangerous this thing between you two had become… you both knew you’d do it all over again.

and when next time came around, you wouldn’t stop.

tags: @inbred-eater @dearapril @beausling @littlelamy @cherrygirlfriend @bluemerakis @lacyydollette @nemesyaaa @deansbeer @ditzyrafe @sweeethrt @rotapathetic @raahosh

[rafesplaymate]

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backstory to this.

warnings: stepcest. smut. immoral familial behavior.

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thinking about stepbro!rafe and stepsis!reader who TRIED… and i mean really TRIED to keep their depraved relationship a secret but …

…her mom and Ward lay in bed every night staring at the ceiling with angst and disgust swirling in their chests as they listen to your cries from across the hall and Rafe’s groans of “you like that? Huh? Shiiiiiit, yeah ya’ fkn do. Fuckin’ take it…”

They’re just grateful Wheezie is at a friends, and Sarah is out doing god knows what… but it doesn’t matter …even when you two attempt to keep it quiet when the girls are home — they know — what’s really going on under their roof… forced to listen to Rafe’s depraved grunts of …

“Stupid little slut.” He’d say with a grit in his voice. “Ain’t Ward’s or mommy’s lil’ girl no more, huh? Yeah —nah, your daddy’s lil’ cumdump, ain’t’cha? Now take your big brother’s load —shit baby.. there ya’ go… makin’ a fuckin’ mess..” listening to you mewl out a —“all yours Rafey!” with a “damn right,” following after and his hand giving harsh slaps against your ass as you whine and cry into his soaked sheets.. begging for him to give you everything…

Ward pondering that he needs to have Rafe move down to the furthest room along with you, all while your mom’s eyes clench shut with angst-filled tears as she’s forced to listen to her little girl be defiled by the demon she knows Rafe as.

Bonus:

They choose to ignore the deprived touches. Constantly. It’s constant. Eyes stationing elsewhere as they listen to your whines and giggles and Rafe’s chuckles when he gets his hands on you anytime you’re in his sight…

Ignoring when Rafe comes up behind you in the kitchen while you’re bent over eating a platter of fruit — smacking your ass with a loud clap as he pressed himself into your back. Watching you whine out a “Rafey!” as you turn to pout at him over your shoulder, batting those pretty faux-lashes at him. Rafe just pressing himself harder against you as he cups you from behind whispering raunchy words into your ear… fruit long forgotten as you mewl at his touches…

Ward’s locked into the newspaper he’s “reading,” while your mom is gripping the utensils painfully into her hand and staring at the half-finished breakfast that she feels she’s going to regurgitate…

They really should have known better before bringing you two together under the same roof.

And maybe Ward’s starting to look at you a little differently too…

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a/n: yeah …

[elryuse]

Take My Breath

Yeji X Male Reader

Tags : Kissing, Choking, Spit Play, Teasing, Slight-dom Yeji, Step Sister, Creaampie, Goth, Biting Words : 3,293 Words

The faint hum of the city outside the apartment’s window was a distant backdrop to the storm brewing inside. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a half-empty bottle of soju in hand, your vision slightly hazy. Across from you, Yeji lounged against the couch, her black lace choker catching the dim light of the lamp. Her dark hair framed her face like a shadow, her piercing eyes studying you with an intensity that made your stomach twist.

She was your step-sister, sure, but she’d always been more than that. Ever since your mom passed and your dad brought her and her mother into your life, she’d been your protector, your confidant, your everything. Yeji was the kind of girl who didn’t let the world touch you. She was the one who stood between you and the chaos, her goth aesthetic and sharp tongue making her seem invincible. But tonight, something was different. The way she looked at you—longing, almost desperate—sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re drinking too fast,” she murmured, her voice low and velvety, like a whisper meant only for you. She reached across the small gap between you, her fingers brushing against yours as she took the bottle from your hand. Her touch lingered, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, your words slurring slightly.

“You’re not fine,” she shot back, her tone sharper now. “You’re drunk, and you’re going to regret it tomorrow.”

You chuckled, leaning back on your hands. “Since when do you care about regrets?”

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought she might snap at you. But then she smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of her lips. “I’ve always cared about you,” she said softly. “More than you realize.”

The room felt suddenly smaller, the air thicker. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from her, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath. She set the soju bottle aside and crawled closer, her movements deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. Your heart pounded in your chest as she stopped just inches from you, her breath mingling with yours.

“Yeji,” you started, but she silenced you with a finger pressed to your lips.

“Don’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling with something you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t say anything.”

Her hand moved from your lips to your cheek, her touch impossibly gentle. You could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle she was fighting within herself. And then, as if she’d finally made her decision, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if she were testing the waters. But when you didn’t pull away, she deepened it, her tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch of you. Her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, and you found yourself responding, your own hands gripping her waist as if she might disappear if you let go.

It was wrong. You knew it was wrong. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fact that she was your step-sister, not the alcohol clouding your judgment, not the voice in the back of your head screaming at you to stop. All that mattered was the way her body pressed against yours, the way her lips moved with a desperate need that mirrored your own.

When she finally pulled away, her breath hitched, her eyes dark with desire. “I can’t do this anymore,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I can’t pretend I don’t want you.”

Your mind was spinning, trying to process what was happening, but before you could respond, she stood up and peeled off her top, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Her skin was pale and flawless, and you couldn’t help but stare, your mouth going dry.

“Yeji,” you managed to choke out, but she didn’t give you a chance to protest. She straddled your lap, her knees pressing into the floor on either side of you, and leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss.

Her hands were everywhere, tugging at your shirt, fumbling with the zipper of your jeans. You wanted to stop her, to tell her this was a mistake, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you found yourself helping her, your hands trembling as you pulled off your shirt and tossed it aside.

She broke the kiss long enough to look down at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice dripping with possessiveness. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

She bit her lip, her eyes gleaming with triumph, and then she leaned down to kiss you again, her hands sliding down to your hips. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the urgency in her movements, and it was all you could do to keep up with her.

Her fingers found their way to the waistband of your boxers, and she pulled them down in one swift motion, freeing your already hard length. She let out a low moan at the sight of it, her hand wrapping around you and giving you a slow, teasing stroke.

“Yeji,” you gasped, your hips bucking against her touch.

She smirked, her free hand reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell away, revealing her perfect breasts, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them, your fingers brushing against her hardened nipples. She shivered at the contact, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she leaned down to kiss you again.

Her hand left your cock, and you groaned at the loss, but she didn’t leave you waiting for long. She positioned herself above you, her eyes locked on yours as she slowly sank down onto you. The sensation was overwhelming, the tight heat of her enveloping you, and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out.

She moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, her hips grinding against yours. The sight of her above you, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, her dark hair cascading down her back, was almost too much to bear. You reached up to grab her hips, helping her move faster, deeper, and she let out a breathy laugh.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling with pleasure.

You couldn’t respond, your mind too consumed by the sensations coursing through you. She leaned down to kiss you again, her lips bruising against yours, and you could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter with each thrust of her hips.

“I’m close,” she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. “Come with me.”

It was all the encouragement you needed. With a groan, you felt yourself tip over the edge, your release spilling into her as she cried out, her body trembling with the force of her own orgasm. She collapsed on top of you, her breath hot against your neck, and you wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as you both came down from the high.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of your ragged breathing. And then, Yeji lifted her head to look at you, a sly smile playing on her lips. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, her voice filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “Forever.”

But before you could respond, she leaned down to kiss you again, her tongue slipping into your mouth, and you knew there was no going back. She was your step-sister, but in that moment, she was so much more. She was everything. And as she moved against you again, her body seeking another round, you couldn’t help but give in to her demands.

“Yeji,” you murmured against her lips, your voice barely audible. “More.”

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she leaned down to nip at your earlobe. “Your wish is my command,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Let’s see if you can keep up.”

And with that, she began to move again, her hips grinding against yours, and you lost yourself in the haze of pleasure once more.

Yeji’s breath was hot against your neck, her lips brushing your skin as she whispered, “Flip me.” Her voice was low, commanding, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You hesitated for just a moment, your hands resting on her hips, still slick with sweat from the last round. But the look in her eyes—dark, insistent, almost feral—told you there was no room for refusal.

You gripped her waist firmly, feeling the tension in her muscles as you guided her onto her hands and knees. The dim light of the apartment caught the curve of her back, the black lace of her bra stark against her pale skin. She arched her spine, tilting her hips slightly, and you couldn’t help but admire the way her body moved with such deliberate intent.

“Good,” she purred, glancing over her shoulder at you with those piercing eyes. “Now take me.”

Her words were a demand, not a request, and they ignited something primal in you. You positioned yourself behind her, your hands gripping her hips as you aligned yourself with her. The first thrust was slow, deliberate, and you felt her tense for a moment before she let out a low moan.

“Harder,” she hissed, her voice trembling with desire. “Don’t hold back.”

You complied, your movements becoming rougher, more urgent. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the small room. Yeji’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the sheets as she pushed back against you, meeting your rhythm with her own. Her hair fell in messy waves over her shoulders, and you could see the way she bit her lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she fought to keep control.

“That’s it,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

Her words spurred you on, and you tightened your grip on her hips, pulling her closer as you drove into her. The heat between you was almost unbearable, and you could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second. Yeji’s moans grew louder, more unrestrained, and you knew she was close.

“Yeji,” you groaned, your voice rough with need. “I can’t—”

“Don’t stop,” she interrupted, her voice sharp and commanding. “Keep going.”

You obeyed, your movements becoming almost frantic as you chased the release you both so desperately craved. Yeji’s nails clawed at the sheets, her back arching even more as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. The sight of her like that—so vulnerable, so completely lost in the moment—was almost too much to bear.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice breaking as she reached her climax. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around you as she came, and the sensation pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself deep inside her, your own release crashing over you in waves as you held her close, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Then, slowly, Yeji lowered herself onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. You collapsed beside her, your body spent but your mind still racing.

She turned to look at you, her eyes dark and unreadable. “That was…” she began, trailing off as she searched for the right words.

“Yeah,” you agreed, your voice barely a whisper.

Yeji smirked, her lips curling into that familiar, mischievous smile. “Good,” she said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could respond, she straddled you, her hips grinding against yours as she leaned down to kiss you. Her lips were soft, demanding, and you could taste the soju on her tongue. Her hands slid down your chest, her nails grazing your skin as she moved lower, her intentions clear.

“Yeji,” you murmured against her lips, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Shh,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Just let me take care of you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel the heat building inside you once more. Yeji’s lips trailed down your neck, her teeth nipping at your skin as she moved lower, her hands roaming over your body with practiced ease. You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“Yeji,” you groaned, your voice rough with need. “I can’t—”

“Don’t stop,” she interrupted, her voice sharp and commanding. “Keep going.”

You obeyed, your movements becoming almost frantic as you chased the release you both so desperately craved. Yeji’s nails clawed at the sheets, her back arching even more as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. The sight of her like that—so vulnerable, so completely lost in the moment—was almost too much to bear.

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice breaking as she reached her climax. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her body trembled, her muscles clenching around you as she came, and the sensation pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself deep inside her, your own release crashing over you in waves as you held her close, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Then, slowly, Yeji lowered herself onto the bed, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. You collapsed beside her, your body spent but your mind still racing.

She turned to look at you, her eyes dark and unreadable. “That was…” she began, trailing off as she searched for the right words.

“Yeah,” you agreed, your voice barely a whisper.

Yeji smirked, her lips curling into that familiar, mischievous smile. “Good,” she said softly, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

For a moment, the room was still, the only sound the soft rustle of the sheets as Yeji shifted her weight. Her dark eyes locked onto yours, a silent challenge burning in their depths. She didn’t need to say a word—her body was already speaking for her, her hips grinding against yours in slow, deliberate circles. You could feel the heat radiating from her, the way her thighs tensed as she pressed herself closer.

“Turn around,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding, a tone that sent shivers down your spine. Her hands slid down your chest, her nails grazing your skin as she moved to kneel in front of you. You hesitated for only a second before obeying, your body reacting instinctively to her command. As you shifted, she adjusted herself, her back now pressing against your chest, her ass grinding against you achingly slow.

Her hands reached back, fingers digging into your thighs as she leaned forward, her back arching in a way that made your breath catch. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Don’t hold back.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your hands gripped her hips, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as you guided yourself inside her. She gasped, her head falling back against your shoulder as she took you deep, her body trembling with the sensation. You moved slowly at first, savoring the way she clenched around you, the way her breath hitched with every thrust.

“Harder,” she demanded, her voice sharp and urgent. Her hands tightened on your thighs, her nails digging into your skin as she pushed herself back against you. “Make me feel it.”

You obliged, your hips snapping forward with a force that made her cry out. Her ass bounced against you, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing against yours as she chased the pleasure building inside her. You could feel her tightening around you, her walls clenching as she neared her peak.

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she reached back to grab your hand, pulling it up to her chest. “Touch me.”

Your fingers found her breast, her nipple hard beneath your touch as you pinched and rolled it between your fingers. She moaned, her body arching into your touch as she ground herself against you. Her hips moved faster, her ass slamming against you with a rhythm that made your head spin. You could feel the tension building in your own body, the pressure coiling tight in your core.

“I’m close,” she panted, her voice trembling with urgency. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. Your thrusts grew faster, harder, your fingers tightening on her breast as you drove her closer to the edge. Her moans turned into sharp cries, her body trembling as she tipped over into ecstasy. Her walls clenched around you, her body convulsing as she came, her nails digging into your thigh hard enough to leave marks.

You followed her over the edge, your body shuddering as you spilled inside her, your hips jerking as you rode out the waves of pleasure. For a moment, you stayed like that, your body pressed against hers, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you both came down from the high.

Yeji was the first to move, her body shifting as she turned to face you. Her eyes were dark, her lips swollen from biting them, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “Good,” she murmured, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your chest. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before you could respond, she was moving again, her body sliding down yours until she was kneeling between your legs. Her hands gripped your thighs, her nails pressing into your skin as she leaned forward, her breath hot against your still-sensitive flesh. She looked up at you, her eyes locking onto yours as she opened her mouth, her tongue flicking out to tease you.

“Yeji…” you started, but she cut you off with a sharp look, her hands tightening on your thighs.

“Shut up,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Let me take care of you.”

Her mouth closed around you, her lips warm and wet as she took you deep. You groaned, your head falling back against the pillow as she began to move, her tongue swirling around you in ways that made your toes curl. Her hands moved to your hips, her nails digging into your skin as she took you deeper, her throat relaxing around you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as she worked you over. You could feel the pressure building again, your body trembling as she pushed you closer to the edge. Her eyes stayed locked onto yours, her gaze intense and unrelenting as she sucked you harder, her tongue teasing you in just the right way.

“Yeji,” you groaned, your voice breaking as you felt yourself getting close. She didn’t slow down, didn’t stop, her hands tightening on your hips as she took you all the way to the edge. You came with a gasp, your body shuddering as she swallowed, her eyes never leaving yours.

When she finally pulled back, her lips were slick, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She crawled back up your body, her hands braced on either side of your head as she leaned down to kiss you, her tongue pushing into your mouth as if to claim you all over again.

“Mine,” she whispered against your lips, her voice fierce and possessive. “You’re mine.”

[yameoto]

stepsis!quinn who has a corruption and marking kink lowkey

i actually did write her with a corruption kink in mind! like that is a listed character trait nvbgjtfgnj

stepsis!quinn whose never had a baby sister before except. now, you! pretty girl in her house! and suddenly she’s obsessed with it. how she's the only one who can see you like this; all soft n pliant and sleepy in her house in her borrowed pyjamas and her last name on your back. how could she not? hates the idea that eventually, someone else will have you like that. someone's going to ruin you. maybe at some shitty house party or behind the bleachers or even a coffee shop date. just someone, worming their way into your heart and into your bed that makes her stomach turn. totally normal. every older sibling’s protective of their younger one. and she thinks maybe, just maybe. if she could be the one to ruin you first, then she could be the only one. after all, nobody wants a sloppy seconds. nobody’s gonna fuck you if there are hickeys all down your body. you make the mistake of telling her you’re going to a houseparty tomorrow night and oh. quinn can’t have that. come on, she’s quinn fabray. she can just imagine the gross, sweaty boys who’ll be rubbing up and groping and touching her baby sister, all night. how utterly disgusting. and when silken pyjamas pool around your thighs and a weight sinks onto your body, she hushes you. she’s protecting you, really. she’s just giving you a goodnight’s kiss, okay? close your eyes. shh. don’t open them. don’t. sjust your big sister. quinn’s taking care of you.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

✧Summary~teyam teases his stepsis while you two are having a movie night with friends😉

✧Warnings~public sex, mentions of alcohol,stepcast, stepbrother!neteyam, stepsister!reader,fingering, and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations~ Tanhì- star,bioluminescent freckle, Paskalin-honey

It was late,the light of the so called “tv” and the light of the bonfire being the only thing surrounding you and your friends. Lo’ak was the one to bring up the idea to have a “movie night”, once he explained it to everyone else(and also told them he’d bring drinks) they were down to come with. Everyone was laughing and talking freely, just letting the alcohol flow through their bodies as they waited for your stepbrother to set everything up.

“Want some company?” You ask Neteyam, looking down at him with a soft smile. He looks up at you with a smile,lifting up the big fluffy blanket so you can lay next to him. “Of course, paskalin.” The name making your smile widen and stomach flutter. Once you get comfortable he slides a pillow under your head, making you giggle at his actions.

“What?” He asks through a laugh, ears perked up at attention. You smile softly, his clueless expression making your heart beat rapidly. “You’re just the best teyam.” You say while instinctively moving closer to him. “Yeah, I know” he says sarcastically, making you elbow his ribs softly.

“Alright! You guys ready?” Lo’ak says as he shuts the lights off and presses a button that starts the movie. He lays down next to tsireya before sitting back up,“And you guys better not talk or I swear to god-ow! The fuck bro?” He glares at spider, who interrupted him by throwing a pillow at him. “Why do you act like you won’t be talkin 5 minutes into this?” He taunts as he leans back a crosses his arms, making kiri and the rest of the group giggle.

He rolls his eyes at spider,“Bro that’s not even true, why are you lying?” He claps back quickly, already picking a fight.

“So what are you doing right now, lo’ak?” You ask, making him get silent real quick. The groups laughs at this, leaving lo’ak a pouting mess next to tsireya who was pulling him so he can lay back down.

The movie that’s playing seemed like a horror movie, since the scene that was on showed the killer walking around the main character’s house. The tense music made you play with your fingers anxiously, and your body gets stiff with nerves.

Noticing this, neteyam lets out a soft chuckle, “Tanhì..” he says as he pulls you into his chest softly, rubbing your arm soothingly. “You know I got you. No need to be scared” he says quietly, placing his chin on the top of your head.

The new position made your nerves die down, but also made you realize how much of his body was touching yours, his legs tangled in yours, his hand on your arm, his toned chest touching your back. It made heat spread all over your body.

To get away from the feeling, you shift your hips back slightly. Making neteyam groan lowly. The noise going straight to your now leaking pussy.

He smiles once he inhales that sweet, flowery smell of yours he loved so much. Already knowing what’s got you so excited.

Glancing down at you heatedly, he lets his hands roam over your body, eventually finding comfort on your hips. “Mhm tahni.. what are you thinking about that’s got you so pent up?” He says lowly, nibbling at your ear gently.

Thoughts aren’t even a thing for you at this point, too distracted by the throbbing in your needy cunt. He grinds his hips into you softly, making you snap back into reality.

Your hands fly to his wrists before you look up at him.“Teyam, we shouldn’t… it’s not right.” He raises his brows at this, before leaning back slightly to look at you. “Yeah? If you really think that, then why can I always smell how much that pretty pussy leaks whenever I’m around you?” He states, leaving you dumbstruck. Because you know he’s right.

Ever since he stopped looking like the little boy you remembered so fondly and more like the man he is now, you’ve been silently drooling over him. Everything he does makes you crazy, but guilty at the same time. Because it wasn’t right in anyway. It was so incredibly wrong. But the way his hands felt on you felt so right. The way your bodies melted together felt so right. He felt so right.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought” He taunts as he leaves wet kisses on your neck, untying the knot in your loincloth swiftly.

Your arousal hits him like a wave, making him growl in your ear lowly. “Fuck tanhì, must want me to fuck you infront of everyone huh?” His accent getting thicker and voice getting husky the more his fingers slide up and down your slit.

You cover your mouth quickly, not wanting to get caught. Not when you’ve been waiting this long for him to finally make a move.

He rubs gentle circles on your clit, making you bite the inside of your palm and throw your hips back into his buldge. “Don’t make any noise, alright tanhì?” He warns, placing his hand over your mouth before slowly sliding a finger into your aching pussy.

You moan at the stretch just one of his fingers gave you, making you even more nervous for the eventual stretch of his cock. Your noise was covered up by the loudness of the movie, so you were safe from getting caught. but it didn’t fail to slip past lo’aks ears.

You place both of your hands on your stepbrothers wrist for support, eyes getting teary from having to keep your pretty nosies in.

He kisses your temple gently as he increases his pace, curling his finger into your sweet spot and rubbing circles on your clit. Making you whine pathetically. “Neteyam..” you complain, your pussy begging for another finger. “Shshhh, baby sis, let me take care of you.” He coos, sliding another finger in and pressing his thumb on your clit harder.

You shove your face into the bed below you, holding his hand desperately as you feel your high approaching. He smirks at your trembling form, leaning down to lick and kiss at your tender skin. “Awh tanhì..can’t handle your big brother’s fingers inside of you? Mm, what a shame~” he mumbles lowly, thrusting his fingers deeper into your pussy.

The squelching of your leaking cunt gets louder the more he goes on, letting him know you were close. The others were completely unaware of what you two were doing, too focused in the movie to care.

You turn your head slightly, meeting his lust filled gaze. “Teyam I’m gonna-“ you try to warn him, but he already knows. Reading your body like a book.“I know baby, want you to cum all over my fingers.”

You almost let out a moan as you cum, but that was silenced by Neteyam kissing you greedily. He slows his pace once you finally relax, and your high is ridden out.

You both pant quietly when the kiss is broken, looking at each other heatedly. He pulls his fingers out of you slowly, making you whimper at the loss of them. He brings them to his mouth. Licking your slick off greedily.

You watch the whole thing with half lidded eyes, the sight making your pussy throb needily and face heat up. “Mhm baby sis, we should’ve done that sooner.” He says with a shit eating grin on his face, making you roll your eyes.

He leans down to give you a passionate kiss before leaving a trail towards your ear. “Can’t wait to see how many ways I can break you, tahni.” He growls lowly into your ear. Making you whimper softly.

He leans away from you right when the lights turn back on, but his hands never leave your body. “So? Did you guys like it?” Lo’ak says to the group, all of them giving their opinions all at once. “Mhm yeah, it was definitely too scary for y/n though, she had her face covered the whole time” Lo’ak teases you, but the look in his eye told you he knew why you were really hiding your face.

“Yeah, she kept grabbing me whenever there was a jumpscare. She’s such a baby.” Neteyam adds on further, the smirk on his face telling you that you were in for it once it was just the two of you.

A/N~ late post but yall are gettin fed!! Half proofread this so if there’s any errors lmk. Stay safe and hydrated bbys🩷

Duces🫶🏽,

Luvv4j4ybe11

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