can u do a story of him being like insanely mean and jealous because someone dm’d reader on insta (and she didnt even reply he was being dramatic) and eventually they have like majorly rough/mean sex and she’s apologizing but he doesn’t care?
Author’s note: ur my first anonnn!! also *meow*!!!! i chose doll reader for this one, i hope you find it fitting!!
Doll!reader x dom!rafe —— minors scroll !!!
Warnings: Extreme overstimulation, edging, fingering, unprotected p in v, angst, force, power imbalance, angry intimacy, violence (slapping during intimacy) very, very mean Rafe!! heavy cnc.
The message lights up the screen, Rafe’s eyes pulling away from whatever designer heels you were showing him.
“Who the fuck is that baby?” his voice is firm, distant as he presses on the message. you’re oblivious, the light in your eyes fading and a bratty groan escaping your perfectly glossed lips as his attention pulls away.
“I don’t know!” you whine, but he pulls the phone from your freshly manicured hands with swift ease. It’s instagram, the direct message screen opening to the man’s profile. Two messages, one a very provocative compliment, the other a question mark at your lack of response.
“What is it Rafey?” you practically whimper, trying to catch a glimpse of your phone over his broad shoulder.
“Don’t fuckin’ Rafey me, who is this asshole?” he looks at you with firm, accusatory eyes that make your stomach drop.
Your face crumples, glossy lips parting in surprise before you can even muster a word. “I- I don’t know, I don’t know who that is!” you start, knowing Rafe’s anger, it was best to diffuse the situation as fast as possible, but it already seems too far gone.
He laughs, a deep, cruel chuckle at your defensiveness. “Lying slut.” He gets up from the bed, tossing your phone to the side without a care for where it lands. It hits the hardwood floors with a thud, you flinch, lips pouting and eyes wide as you wait for his next move.
“I promise, I-“ he cuts you off, scoffing as he undoes his belt with his large, calloused hands.
“Not another word.” he warns, you’re lay on your front, neck strained as you follow his towering figure approach the end of the bed, swinging the belt in his hand.
“No, really I-“ the breath is forced out of your lungs as he grips your ankles tight, flipping you over onto your back in one swift twist of his veiny arms.
You gasp, now fully facing him- the dark smirk etched onto his stone carven face was horrifyingly dangerous.
His undone belt is still tight in his hand, his eyebrows creased. “Are you a slut, dollface?” his question is firm, intimidating and curious.
You shake your head instantly, propped up on your elbows to see him. your submissiveness and true fear of being in trouble only fuels the need growing in his pants.
“Use your words.” he practically growls, but his smirk can be heard in his tone.
“No!” you exclaim instantly, fresh blowout bouncing around you as you whine.
He tuts, all condescending and disappointed. he gets onto the bed, slowly making his way toward you till he’s straddling your knees, body broad and head tilted to one side. “You like the attention, don’t you slut?” he purrs, soaking up the look of shame on the pretty little face below him.
You shake your head, eyes glassy. you hated getting in trouble with Rafe, especially when your only purpose was to please him.
He takes your wrists, holding your them together with one hand in a harsh, pressing grip, putting them above your head. There’s no gentleness whatsoever, not when he ties his belt around your wrists tightly, no room for movement. “You know what happens to sluts sweetheart?”
“They get punished.” he answers, not waiting for a reply. you let out a small, shy squeak- eyes wide and bottom lip catching between your teeth nervously. “Rafey-“ His hand slams over your mouth, head coming closer till his lips brush your ear. “Y’speak again and i’m not just gonna use you like the little slut you are, but im gonna burn all those fuckin’ bags you spend all my damn money on.”
You look at him with a mix of fear and shame, wriggling your hands under the uncomfortable pressure of his leather belt practically cutting off your circulation.
He releases his hand from your mouth, hands ripping at the low neckline of your lacy pink babydoll top, your perky boobs spilling out- you squeak again at the roughness, squeaking even louder when he pinches your sensitive nubs.
“You’re gonna be my little bitch, aren’t you dolly?” you whimper, but nod anyway, trying to contain the noises of discomfort that get caught in your throat. next is your matching lacy shorts, they’re thrown across the room, landing next to your cracked phone (he’s gonna buy you ten new ones when this is over). you’re completely bare beside your little white panties covering the last parts of you.
Rafe already didn’t have a shirt on, his pants falling down from the loss of his belt- he takes them off next, his veiny, pulsing dick springing out of his boxers.
You let out a little, uncontrollable sound of pleasure- your body already reacting to the sight before you. he chuckles, gaze dark and dangerous.
“Needy whore.” he mutters, coming back on top of you- fingers tracing the heat of your cunt beneath your panties. he rubs your clit with a softness that can only be described as teasing- the belt around your wrists clatters slightly as you react.
“Rafe-“ you mumble, scared to speak, but unable to contain your need, the feeling of shame and want causing a horrible, deep anxiety feeling in the pit of your tummy.
“Shut up slut.” he circles you clit with a harsh touch so contradictory to his gentleness before- it makes you jump, the sudden roughness, your back arches into him. you’re practically grinding against his fingers, whimpering at his purposeful, punishing teasing. He then stops abruptly, he can feel the wetness seeping through your folds, soaking your panties and making them sheer at your entrance. he groans, but you whimper harder, fidgeting at the sudden loss of pleasure. “No!” your cheeks are a flush pink, eyes glassy and nose running.
He pulls your panties down fully, too distracted with the need to see how wet he’s making you- and when he does, another groan escapes his lips. despite his pleasure with your needy state, he wasn’t going to give anything to you, not until you begged for it, cried for release. Rafe digs his head into the crook of your neck, biting down hard on the soft, sensitive skin before him- it makes you squirm, a cry falling from your parted lips. “Y’wanna be a little slut-?” he mutters firmly into your neck, breath warm and musky. “do shit behind my back?” he accuses with a belittling tone, tears are falling down your face now.
“I-im sorry!” you exclaim- trying to reach out to him but you’re completely helpless, body pressed into the silk sheets by his heavy body, wrists unable to move. “Please, Rafey..I-“
He bites down harder, tongue slipping out and grazing the sore bite mark. “ ‘don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses dolly.” he mutters, moving slightly till his lengthy shaft slips between your plushy thighs- hand gripping your small waist, practically covering the whole surface.
Rafe pulls at your thighs, spreading your legs open. Every touch lacks his familiar softness, every harsh movement making you sob harder. you’re all snotty and damp with emotion, body quivering below him.
He slips his cock into your folds, but not pressing yet- he flicks his tip up and down with taunting slowness, grunting deep in his throat, adam’s apple bobbing hard. “Don’t-!” you plead, trying to move your body closer, hips bucking. your tied wrists coming up, whimpering as you try reach out. he grabs your wrists with unexpected force, slamming them back to their previous place. his other hand is still teasing your pulsing folds with his length.
“Speak when I fuckin’ tell you to!” he shouts, you sob harder. you feel completely vulnerable, bare and tied up, legs pressed down under his body.
“Fuck, baby-“ the nickname slips out when he sees your state, but the anger lingers, not ceasing until he’s finally given you the punishment you deserve. “you wanna do bad things?” he presses his cock into you- not bothering to pace you, forcing you to take every inch of him in one quick go. You cry out, pain and pleasure mixing into a messy feeling in your lower belly. “you’ve been such a bad girl-“ he growls. the revelation hits hard, you hated not being anything other than perfect for him. you squirm when he pushes further, crying out when he hits the gummy part inside you.
“No im- im your good girl!” you plead, pain overtaking pleasure when he pumps further inside of you. he grips your neck, pushing your thighs wider without a care for how much it’s hurting you.
“Such a bad girl.” he repeats tauntingly, jaw clenched as he thrusts deeper and harder in swift movements of his hips. you cry out once again- moving your tied wrists up instinctively. “im a good girl!” you exclaim back, voice soft with exhaustion and overwhelming shame.
The sound that cuts through the air is nothing short of a sharp slap, it’s not horrifyingly violent, but it’s enough to make your head snap to the side, landing in the contradicting softness of a pillow. “Fuckin’ slut, say it!” he growls, hips moving quicker, snapping in and out of you with unreal depth.
Sobs slip through your glossy lips, your fresh blowout now messy from the friction of the pillow- yet to him, you’ve never looked better.
“I’m not bad!” you cry, legs shaking and eyes shut tight.
He growls again, despite your state, your wetness was sticking to your thighs as it drips out of you, soaking his cock and making every thrust smoother and slippier.
“You’re an attention seeking whore.” his hand comes back to your neck, already feeling your thighs shaking against him as you near an orgasm. “And im your fuckin’ daddy, not him.” he grunts, nearing release himself. You moan, a half pained, half pleasured sound, your thighs shaking when you finally finish. He doesn’t stop, if anything, he speeds up just to spite you, making you scream.
“Say it dolly.” he pumps faster, adams apple bobbing when your cunt releases a slippy liquid, making every sound more wet and desperate.
“You’re my daddy!” your tone is breathy and whiny, yelping from overstimulation as he continues. your legs close around his waist as you attempt to get away, sobbing when he doesn’t pull out.
“You gonna cum for me again slut?” he groans, hand tightening around you neck till you squeal. you shake your head, whimpering and sobbing. “No! no, enough!” he grabs your face, making you look at him. “I’ll tell you when it’s enough.” he snaps, but he doesn’t have to demand again- your legs squeeze around him, mouth wide as you whine, cumming for a second time.
He cums hard with one final thrust in an almost sync with you, riding both of your aftershocks with a softness that drives you insane. he finally kisses you, breathless and sloppy.
Your eyebrows furrow when his weight slips off you, but you’re too whiny and tired to pay too much attention. it’s only when you feel Rafe’s weight back on top of you, hear the sound of a phone camera snapping when you open your eyes. “Rafey-“ you start curiously, but he cuts you off, smirking as he looks at the picture on your phone.
“gotta show that fuckface who you belong to.” he grunts, eyes dark and amused. you whimper, cheeks warm with embarrassment. “and what you look like when im done with you.” he kisses you softly, tossing the phone to the side as he sinks back on top of you.
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