"TREAT ME ROUGH, TREAT ME REALLY NICELY!" ᝰ rafe cameron
♬.ᐟ now playing: cola. - lana del rey
synopsis: fuck the anger right out of her...
⊹₊⋆ pairing: boyfriend!rafe x toxic!female!reader
⊹₊⋆ word count: 1.4k
⊹₊⋆ contents: reader is mad (and rightfully so), unprotected p in v, dirty talk, tension, doggystyle, missionary, slight degrading, fingering, implied overstimulation
your head was buried in your pillow as you braced yourself for yet another round of painful pleasure. your knuckles went pale as you gripped your bed sheets as your back arched from another orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, your moans being muffled as you tried your best to keep quiet. he was hitting you in all the right spots, and ever so effortlessly too. but you wouldn’t bend to his will. you just couldn’t.
rafe fucked you from behind with more intention than usual, watching your ass recoil with each quick thrust. with each time you tried to crawl forward in a vain attempt to escape the abuse on your pussy, he crawled right along behind you and didn’t let your hips disconnect for even a second. a grin played at his slightly agape lips as he gazed down at the way his slimy cock disappeared into you, his calloused fingers massaging sloppy circles onto your sensitive bud. he saw the way you were trying to suppress your noises. “...god, i love it when you’re all pissy like this… gives me so much more reason to get you all dumb for this cock…” he couldn’t see the snarl that etched itself onto your expression from his mockery, but he damn well felt the way your body tensed up as the words spilled from his lips like smooth honey. and that just wouldn’t do. he pressed his thumb onto your clit firmly, the pad of his finger forcing your sopping lips apart and making you shiver as the buzz travels up your spine.
you wished deeply that you could do a better job at holding back your little squeals and whimpers. but he was just so fucking good at this, that it was an impossible task. his rod stuffed you full to the brim as your cum dripped down his balls and completely coated your inner thighs. you refused to lift your head from the pillow as you saturated it with the sound of your sweet moans. glaring down at you with daggers in his icy eyes, he plasters a faux-pout onto his face, your stubbornness only feeding his ego and the desire to break you. “...won’t even fucking look at me, huh..? scared to see my face ‘cuz of how good i’m messin’ up this pussy, baby? is that it..?” he coos, his tone dripping with the sincerity that he had grown so good at faking.
he kneaded the tight skin of your ass, running his fingers over your smooth skin. you could hear the slapping sound of his thrusts. damn him for having such perfect precision with every clap of his hips against yours. you could practically feel how red your ass was getting from the repeated contact. you didn’t even want to think about how much he would get a kick out of that sight. but luckily,you didn’t have to think anymore. because at the rate he was going, you were quickly reaching the stage where everything felt like a fever-dream because of how good he was treating your body. you couldn’t admit it, but everything about his technique at that moment was perfect.
his hips were slapping into yours at the perfect place, hitting the gooey core inside of you each time he went back in. you had gone completely drunk on his cock, feeling as liquid seeped out of your hole and dripped down to the already soaked mattress. you lifted your head for a moment to get a breath of air, and he took the opportunity to pound into you even faster, finally being able to hear your unmuffled noises.
rafe saw how you’d drenched the pillow with your tears and drool, knowing how good he was making you feel, though you were too stubborn to admit it. he shifted his position slightly, bringing a leg up as he clapped you from behind to ensure that he was hitting nothing but cervix. “...still not doin’ good enough for you, huh, bitch? gonna make me beg your ass before you forgive me, ain’t that right?” he drawled in between deep groans, nails digging into the plush skin of your rear as his head tilted back with pure ecstasy. he enjoyed getting a kick out of you just for the hell of it and adored screwing your guts into minced meat even more. right now, rafe was in paradise. meanwhile, you were barely keeping your shit together. your mind begins to weakly flicker back to the memory of your fight with him. it had been stupid, trivial as usual. he took you shopping, you saw a dress you liked that cost a fortune, he said it would make you look like a whore as he dragged you out by the bra strap. and that was that. it had been a week since the little quarrel had taken place, but he hadn’t apologized and therefore you wouldn’t forgive him. simple as that.
your nails dig further into the bedsheets, your drool soaking the pillow from one side as your pussy saturated it from another. “...j-just shut up, for fucks sake… c-can’t goddamn stand you…”
you and your goddamn mouth. rafe warned you at least once a day that it would get you into trouble someday. but it was just in your nature to never listen to a word he said. “...don’t even think about trying that shit with me, y’hear? i’ll turn that attitude upside-down so goddamn fast you’re pretty little head’ll pop right off.” he gets you in a headlock, pulling you right up to his level without slowing his thrusts for a second and warning you with a deadpanned tone that makes your blood run cold. without you getting a word out, he flipped you around and pushed himself onto you, now messing with your guts in missionary position. now he could see your face, watching as that sour expression of yours shifted into something more compliant. he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your front up. he forced your legs around his waist, now letting the real fun begin.
he used a hand to keep your legs spread apart, squeezing your thigh in the process. he stirred his cock inside of your tight walls, watching how your eyes rolled to the back of your head with that simple movement. your pussy pulsated around his length in response, as if begging for the torture to continue. “...that’s the fuckin’ spot isn’t it, baby..? c’mon, use your words…” his tone was sweet but the hand that came to grip your jaw firmly was far from it. you nodded frantically as incohesive sobs came out of your parted lips.
“...c’mon, ask nicely. you been talkin’ shit all fuckin’ day… put that mouth to good use and say what i need to hear…” god, how could he be so cruel yet so addictive all at the same time? this treatment was killing you, but your desperation overpowered your anger at this point. but then again, the two were warring within you viciously. so it was hard to tell. “again, goddamnit..! p-please..!” your legs shook uncontrollably as his cock slammed repeatedly into your wet sticky pussy at the perfect angle. “...aw, look who just learned her manners? …that’s my fuckin’ girl…” as flithy groans fell from his mouth, he hit that spot over and over again until the base of his shaft accumulated a milky ring around the circumference.
you closed your eyes as you clawed at his back, surely drawing blood and inflicting pain. you knew he was into it. you could tell by the way the bastard bit his lip and tossed his head back as your nails cut right through him. another orgasm was just in your grasp. his thrusts became sloppy and inconsistent as he raspily groaned curses and slurs into the crook of your neck. he buried his head in your shoulder as he felt your tight walls crushing his length once again.
you didn’t know whether you wanted to cry, scream, or release yourself all over him just as your body so desperately wanted you to. but the last thing you were going to do, even if your life depended on it, was forgive him.