“you asked for this.”
rayasianboy x fem reader.
WARNINGS.| !harddom ray, brattaming,choking, overstim, rough pnv/fingering, light spanking, degradation, praise, dirtytalk/possessive behavior, power imbalance(consensual), rawdoggin, reader cries, aftercare
DISCLAIMER!!! this is not real this is fiction and not intended to sound like a true story. the only person i own in this story is my oc.
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You weren’t supposed to be here.
Not tonight, not like this—lounging on Ray’s couch in one of his hoodies, legs curled under you, scrolling through your phone like you didn’t just spend the last two hours deliberately testing every single limit he’d set.
He told you to behave while he finished stream.
You said “sure, baby.” then did the opposite of that for fun.
You left teasing snaps in his camera roll. Pulled the sleeves of your tank top down just enough to flash the lace trim of the black set he liked. Left the bathroom door cracked when you showered, humming like you didn’t know he could hear every little sound.
Ray had said nothing the whole time. Hadn’t even looked at you when he came downstairs.
But now—
Now, he’s leaning against the wall. Watching you with a look that makes your whole body spark.
“You think you’re real cute, huh?” His voice is low. Dangerous.
You blink up innocently. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”
That’s when he laughs. Just once. Quiet and sharp.
And then—he starts walking.
Slow. Controlled. Each step deliberate, as if he’s already planned out exactly what he’s going to do to you. And by the time he’s standing in front of you, the air is thick. Heavy with all the tension you built yourself.
Ray drops down to sit on the edge of the couch, legs spread wide. He pats his thigh.
“C’mere.”
You hesitate, your bratty streak flaring one last time. “Why?”
He tilts his head. “You really gonna make me say it?”
“I just don’t see why I should,” you shrug, smiling too sweet.
You don’t get the chance to finish that sentence.
Ray grabs your wrist and yanks you over, pulling you right across his lap like you weigh nothing. You yelp, trying to catch yourself—but his arm is already around your waist, holding you there.
“You wanted to play so bad,” he mutters, voice right at your ear, “so we’re gonna play.”
He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back, just enough to make your spine arch.
“You’re gonna be good for me now, right?”
You can’t help it—you laugh. A little breathless, a little defiant. “You wish, Ray.”
Wrong move.
He tightens his grip, and suddenly his other hand is sliding under your hoodie, rough and hot and unforgiving, dragging along your stomach, up to your bra.
“You know what the problem is?” he says quietly, dragging your panties down with his knuckles. “You like being bad. You like pissing me off. Because you want me to do this.”
You feel it before you register it—his fingers curling around your throat from behind, not squeezing yet, just letting you feel how close he is to snapping.
“I should ruin you.”
You whimper.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
You nod, already dizzy.
“You want me to make you cry, baby?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “You want to be shaking and begging and too dumb to speak?”
Your thighs are clenching. You nod again, desperate now.
Ray smiles.
“Then be a good girl.”
Ray doesn’t give you a second to breathe.
As soon as he hears that little whimper, he pushes you off his lap and onto your back on the couch, climbing over you with one knee between your thighs, hoodie bunched around your ribs, hands greedy like he’s waited weeks for this.
“Take it off,” he mutters.
You hesitate. He leans down—grabs your jaw.
“Off.”
Your hands are shaking as you strip his hoodie off. Underneath, you’re wearing exactly what he thought: black lace, thin straps, tight fit, bought just to piss him off.
“Fuck,” he mutters, dragging a thumb under the hem of your bra. “You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?”
You bite your lip.
“I said,” his hand tightens on your jaw, “didn’t you?”
“Yes,” you whisper. “I knew.”
His hand slides lower, slow and purposeful, until it’s pressed against your panties—completely soaked.
Ray smiles like the devil. “Of course you did.”
He yanks them down in one smooth motion, baring you completely. You squirm, but he grabs your thighs and spreads them wide.
“You’re dripping,” he says, voice low, amused. “Already?”
“You’ve been teasing me all night—”
“No,” he cuts you off. “You’ve been teasing me. You were trying to get fucked, weren’t you?”
You don’t answer.
He moves fast—two fingers shoved inside you, curling deep right off the bat. You gasp, hips jerking, but he just pins you down harder with his free hand on your throat.
“You don’t come,” he warns, voice low and calm, “until I say.”
You nod frantically.
Ray leans down between your thighs, and for a second you think he’s going to give you a break.
But then he licks you—flat tongue, slow, from your entrance up to your clit—and you choke on a moan.
He hums against you like he’s satisfied. “Taste how needy you are?”
You nod, breathless. Your hips twitch up, desperate.
“Uh-uh,” he says, lifting his head just enough to glare at you. “I want you to beg.”
“I—I need you, Ray, please—”
“Not good enough,” he mutters, and goes right back to it.
Mouth on your clit. Fingers working you open, fast and rough and cruel, curling at just the right angle. You’re gasping now, hands grabbing at the couch cushions, stomach tight with how close you are.
“Ray, please—please, I’m gonna—”
And then he stops.
You whine—loud—but he’s already dragging you up by the wrist and flipping you over onto your knees, ass in the air, head pressed to the cushions.
“Did I say you could come?”
“N-no—”
“Then don’t act like a good girl when you haven’t earned it.”
He spanks you—hard. Once, twice. The sound echoes.
“You like this?” he growls, landing another slap. “You like being my dumb little toy?”
You’re crying out now, voice cracking. “Yes—yes, I do—!”
“You’re gonna come when I tell you. And not a second before.”
Then he slides his fingers back in, rougher now. Thrusting them in hard, curling with purpose, dragging filthy sounds out of you while he murmurs right against your ear:
“Say it. Say you’re my good girl.”
You’re panting. Wrecked. Half-mad from being denied.
“Say it.”
“I’m—your good girl, I’m—I’m yours—”
“Beg me.”
“Please, Ray—I can’t, please let me come, I need it, I need you—”
He grins. And finally—
“Then come for me.”
You come with a sob.
Loud, broken, body shaking in his grip as your orgasm rips through you—and Ray watches every second of it with that dangerous, satisfied smirk. Fingers still deep inside you, knuckles soaked, eyes locked on your face while you ride it out.
But he doesn’t stop.
You’re still trembling, hips twitching, voice cracking from overstimulation when he curls his fingers again, slower this time—but deeper. Meaner.
“Wha—Ray—nghh—I just—”
“Oh, you thought I was done?” he says, voice low, mocking. “That was one. You’ve got more in you.”
You try to push his hand away. He grabs your wrist with his free hand, pins it behind your back.
“You were such a brat earlier,” he murmurs, nipping at your shoulder as he starts fingering you again. “Now you’re gonna be my good girl and take everything I give you.”
“Ray—I c-can’t—”
“Yes you can.”
He leans in, lips at your ear.
“You’re gonna come for me again. And again. Until you’re crying. Until you forget your own name. That’s what you wanted, right?”
Your voice is barely a whisper. “Yes…”
“Then take it.”
His hand is merciless. Fingers pumping in deep and fast, the angle punishing, your clit throbbing with every brush of his knuckles. You're gasping for air, mouth open, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as your second orgasm builds too fast to control.
“Look at you,” he breathes, “already falling apart.”
He wraps a hand around your throat again—not too tight, just enough to make your head spin—and fuck, it’s too much, it’s perfect, your body clenching around his fingers while he mutters right against your skin:
“Such a filthy little brat, begging to be ruined. You like that I treat you like this? Like a fucktoy?”
You moan helplessly. “Yes—please—more—”
And he gives it to you. Relentless pressure, overstimulating friction, choking, dirty talk in your ear like he’s been holding it in for hours—
“Come again,” he growls. “Be my good girl and come again.”
You scream as it hits.
Your whole body seizes up, thighs shaking violently, the second orgasm ripping through you twice as hard. Your legs give out, your hands claw at the couch, and your voice is raw when you sob out his name like a prayer.
But even now—he’s not done.
You’re wrecked.
Shaking. Breathless. Face-down in the cushions with your legs spread, dripping and sensitive and barely able to speak. But Ray doesn’t stop. He just shifts—pulls his fingers out slow, watching the way your body clenches around nothing.
He grabs your hips. Hard.
“You think I’m done with you?” he mutters, dragging his sweats down. “You act like a little brat, tease me all night, then cry the second I touch you?”
You whimper something unintelligible.
He slaps your ass again—sharp, fast.
“Use your words.”
“N-no,” you manage, barely.
“No what?”
“No—I don’t want you to stop—please…”
Ray laughs under his breath, dark and low.
“That’s more like it.”
You don’t see it, but you feel it—the way he lines himself up behind you. The thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. You suck in a breath, still twitching from the last orgasm, and he pauses just long enough to say:
“You take it like a good girl,” he whispers. “All of it.”
And then—he pushes in.
You gasp, one hand flying to grab the back of the couch as he stretches you open, slow but deep, inch by inch until you’re shaking underneath him.
“Fuuuck,” Ray hisses through his teeth. “You’re still so tight.”
You moan loud—half pain, half pleasure—and he grabs your waist to keep you still as he bottoms out.
He doesn’t give you long to adjust. Just enough to breathe.
Then he starts moving.
Hard thrusts. Deep. Rhythmic. Obsessive. He fucks you like he owns you, slamming into you over and over, one hand tangled in your hair, the other wrapped tight around your throat again as you scream into the pillow.
“Ray—too much—”
“You begged for this,” he growls. “You wanted this. Wanted me to break you, didn’t you?”
“Yes—yes, I did—please—”
“You love being my little slut, huh?”
“I do—I do, I swear—”
He leans over you, hips still snapping against your ass, cock hitting every perfect spot inside you like he’s doing it on purpose.
“You’re mine.”
“Yes—yes—yours, yours—!”
“Say it again.”
“Yours, Ray, I’m yours, please don’t stop—”
And he doesn’t. Not until your voice is raw and your body is limp. Not until he feels you pulse around him again—your third orgasm crashing over you so hard it knocks your arms out from under you.
And then—he finishes.
A groan rips from his throat as he slams deep one last time, hips pressed against you, emptying himself with a low, guttural moan of your name. His hands tremble. His rhythm stutters. His whole body curls over yours like he can’t get close enough.
And finally—
Stillness.
Just the sound of both of you gasping for air, tangled together, sweat-slicked and ruined on the couch.
Then he slips out. Gently. Carefully. Hands still soft on your waist.
You collapse into the cushions, face flushed, skin damp, legs trembling, barely able to think.
But Ray’s already gathering you up in his arms—pulling you into his lap, chest to chest.
“You did so good,” he murmurs, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “So fucking good for me.”
You blink up at him, dazed.
He kisses your temple.
“Was I too rough?” he asks, voice suddenly softer.
You shake your head.
“Color?”
“…Green,” you whisper.
He nods. “Attagirl.”
And then he carries you—literally carries you—to the bathroom, like you’re made of glass.
Arms under your back and thighs, holding you against his chest like you’re something fragile—precious. You’re still dazed, limbs useless, head tucked under his chin while he walks you toward the bathroom.
“Gonna get you cleaned up,” Ray murmurs, voice low and sweet now. “You did so good for me, baby. My perfect girl.”
You hum in response. Barely conscious. Floating.
He sets you on the closed toilet seat for a second, kisses your forehead, then turns the shower on—testing the water with his hand like he’s trying to make it exactly right. When it’s warm enough, he turns back to you.
Then he lifts you again—gently—and steps into the shower with you. No lingering touches. Just quiet, steady hands like he respects how far he pushed you tonight.
The warm water hits your back, and you almost cry from how good it feels.
Ray holds you the whole time. Arms around you, lips brushing your shoulder, letting you lean your full weight into him while he washes you off.
He’s quiet. Focused. Massaging shampoo into your hair with careful fingers. Lathering soap into a soft cloth and dragging it down your arms and thighs.
He doesn’t say much—just:
“You okay?”
“You still with me?”
“You’re so good for me. I’m proud of you.”
Over and over. Like a mantra.
By the time he’s toweling you off and pulling one of his biggest, softest shirts over your head, you’re practically melting in his hands.
He lays you on the bed, climbs in next to you, and pulls the covers up to your chin. Then he disappears for one second—and comes back with a bottle of water and a protein bar.
“Eat a little,” he says, nudging it toward you. “I know you’re tired. Just a few bites, yeah?”
You obey. Quietly. Still floaty.
Ray watches you the whole time—eyes soft now, gentle. One hand rubbing slow circles on your thigh.
Then finally—he lays down next to you again and pulls you into his chest.
“I got you,” he whispers. “I’m right here. You were perfect for me, baby. My good girl. My favorite girl.”
You bury your face in his neck.
He smells like soap and sex and comfort.
And before you drift off, you hear one last thing:
“I’ll take care of you always. You know that, right?”
You nod, lips brushing his skin. “I know.”
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A/N: hi guys!!! i’ve missed you guys!! sorry it took so long to get this out, i’ve had… a pretty fucked up couple of days 😬 but glad to have finally finished this for you guys!! also i write all my fics on the notes app, and today when i copy and pasted it no matter what i did it wouldn’t get off of this font and i actually hate it sm. anyways, love you all 💗 (also picked that song cause it’s actually my fav of all time #army 😛
