(season 2) stepbro!rafecameron x innocent!reader...DARKER CONTENT BELOW PLEASE BE AWARE! (also i kinda hate this but..)

rafe really was like an older brother to you..at first.

for example, he would tease you like you were his younger sister, but his lingering eyes and touches suggested that he thought of you as more than his 'sister'.

he'd reach his hand back to tug sharply on your hair to hear you whine when rose and ward was setting up the camera for a family picture--wheezie slapping his arm and sarah chastizing him as you pouted your glossy lips and rubbed your sore scalp. of course he'd act like he didn't do anything, rolling his eyes and trying to hide a smug smirk.

when he would wrestle you and manhandle you on the ground, his hands grappling at your waist, hips, arms, etc. as a means of getting you back after you snatched the television remote from his hand. he'd press down on your body, his hands pinning your arms down above your head as you giggled and squealed. when you tried to fight against his body with yours, he quickly moved one of his hands off your wrist to pin your hip down, your skirt riding up and bunching up when his hand adjusted his firm placing on you-- pink panties showing your swollen folds--and he felt his cock jump in his slacks. "stop---stop moving, y/n," he'd pant, a small laugh following a lingering smirk that was etched on his lips. his hair flopping in his eyes as he held you down. he straddled your body when you tried to push on his chest to get him off of you as you quipped a small, "can't breathe, rafey!" biting your lower lip as you tried to maneuver your way out of his grip. you were still holding onto the remote like a vice, though.

"yeah, well, maybe you would be able to breathe if you gave me the damn remote--ah!." he moved his hand to pin your hand that wasn't holding onto the remote down as you were about to slap him in the face.

because rafe is...well, rafe, and his anger issues fire off at any given moment, he flipped you around on your tummy pulling you up so your back was against his chest as he ripped the remote from your hand, breathing heavily in your ear as you whined. "don' fuckin' hit me, a'ight? hm?" he was quiet, a small threat that sent a chill to lick up your spine. "nod if you understand.." he said softly, with a bit of an edge laced in to his words. he liked when you were pliable like this. when you didn't nod, your brain in a blur-- he tsked, grabbing your face with his free hand once he threw the remote onto the couch, then gripped your face hard enough to force a pout on your lips as he harshly forced you to nod. "good, good." he said, and that was the first time you felt a little bit of fear around him. and he knew that. and he liked it. he had to put a pillow over his boner as you got up from the ground hopping onto the cushion next to him to see what show he was putting on, playing with the golden rings adorning his fingers.

just a thought before bedtime...

you (innocent!inexperienced!reader) giving stepbro!rafe a hand job for the first time..

you were hesitant to touch him at first.

"c'mon, puppy," he whispers, his khakis pulled down a bit to reveal his hard cock against his lower tummy. "it won't bite if you touch it..promise."

when you finally do, he sighs with a soft, "yeahhh, see?"

you giggle when it twitches in your hand, sighing when you feel his hand part between your thighs, and down to your puffy, wet slit.

he chuckles when he feels your slick gummy walls all wet n sticky. "your pussy's wet." he says as though that isn't obvious.

you blush, whimpering and whining as you spit on his length as he pinches your engorged clit.

you whine, pouting.

"take these off.." he says, talking about your pink panties. "wanna see your cute little cunt. bet it's all swollen from you rubbing your fuckin' pussy raw on any thing of mine you can find." he laughs cruely and you begin to cry out of embarrassment but also pure want. you peel your panties off as you whine.

"no!" you protest his accusation as he massages your button, and you feel his cock jump and drool more sticky seed as you hiccup.

rafe rolls his eyes, mocking your pout. "no? really? you'd hump my fuckin' leg if i let you. yesterday i walked in on you rubbing yourself ta death on that sweatshirt of mine i letchu borrow..fuckin' slut, huh?"

you shake your head as you massage his cock, twisting your wrist as you drool a line of spit onto the tip of it. he actually whimpers at the sight.

"spread your legs, baby, needa see your little hole, a'ight?"

you listen once more, taking your hand off his cock and spreading your legs.

rafe spreads your pussy lips wider, examining you as you whine n blush.

"hm, mhm." he hums, blowing gently on your cunt as his cock leaks. "looks all red n irritated, baby. my poor, sweet angel. just want her stepbrother's cock to plug 'er up n call it a day, yeah?" he's so sweet and condescending but you can't hear it with your mushy brain.

you nod, whimpering when he lays a delicate kiss on your fat button. "y-yeah, daddy.. hurts bad!"

he pouts, mocking your expression. "yeah, i bet," his digits are cold as he runs his fingers along your cunt. "don't worry, sweet girl; daddy's gonna fill u with all his jizz today, mk?"