come make a good girl feel so bad — r.r
rough sex, dubcon, cumming inside, slapping, crying, drooling, spitting, bruising, degradation, reader’s pretty rough here, passing out, gp!reader, masochist!rhea, fighting during sex, etc? (3k)
rhea was pissed off to say the least, she was having her first tour ever and from the outside looking in, despite the obvious fatigue you’d think everything was fun. — not quite.
she had just landed in her second stop, her booking agent had sent a message not even a good two hours ago about how she wouldn’t be able to perform tonight.
you may ask, why? well, her fucking team forgot the most crucial part, actually getting the time for her performance and set. so now, she was here in a state she wasn’t all too familiar with. which was both good and bad.
now the news was already broken to her fans about the scheduling having to change and rhea hated every second of having to say to her fans that all the time they spent clearing their schedules was for nothing and to just come back the next night.
but anyway, rhea was at your place, again. she told herself she’d never be here after last time. — you two argued the last time you saw each other, because things were supposed to remain casual yet you both were catching feelings.
you let rhea in, despite your better judgment. it was cold out, and hell you’d basically be at fault if she were to get sick. — instead of either of you exchanging words, as soon as she was in she pulled you into a kiss, almost like she was apologizing..?
well, fuck that. the kiss grew lustful in a split second, your hand finding its way to her neck, slightly choking her, pressing closer. she pulls away to mutter, “i still hate you” and you scoff, “as if i feel any different.” – you let her go.
you turned the other direction, wiping your lips and rhea turned you around, another intoxicating kiss. your arms wrapped around her waist, the kiss grew messy fast, pants and moans slipped from the both of you.
when you pulled from the kiss, you backed away but rhea grabbed you, almost like she was desperate. you pushed her off, “don’t grab me like that” – she stumbled but caught herself, “why’d you pull away?” her voice sounded almost hurt and her expression, the way she looked at you like a heartbroken lover.
you only scoffed, “why do you give a fuck? we’re just casual, remember?" – for some reason, those words struck like venom this time. “because i love you” rhea said, unable to catch herself but she didn’t bother to try and cover it.
“love shouldn’t exist in these situations, rhea” you muttered, but walked closer to her, kissing her again. her mouth met yours eagerly, she tried her best to not enjoy the kiss but the way your tongue would dance with hers, made her body tremble in ways she never knew possible.
“but you make me feel so good..” she breathed out against your lips when the kiss broke, “of course mine feels good, it wouldn’t be mediocre. – like your ex” you chuckled, then your mouth went down her neck, each whisper of your voice made her body shiver, but she replied, “you’re so fucking cocky.”
you only chuckled, and kissed her neck, “i can be when i want to” – you bit down, causing her knees to buck, a moan slipping out. – “especially since you love when i’m cocky.” rhea’s neck arched involuntarily, her body responding despite her words. “why would i? especially now? after what you said?”
your hands rested on her hips, kissing her neck, “because you can’t resist me forever.” you whispered, nipping at her skin, causing another moan to slip, her determination melting away with each kiss. – “i can try. i handled months being away.” she admits, though her hands were gripping your shoulders.
you lifted her, her thighs wrapped around your waist and you pressed her back against the wall, “have you been successful?” – she cursed silently under her breath, “no, but i’ve been hard to get. haven’t i?” she asks, almost like she needed the validation.
your bulge pressed against her core, making you grin, hearing how desperate she was, and you began to grind. “exactly, but i can see how pent up you are, stressed from this tour and wanting to drop new music.” – rhea gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders from the friction.
she tries focusing on the conversation, her hips rocking against yours slightly, “i’m not pent up… i’m being practical.” – she was lying and you knew so you laughed, and looked into her eyes, “practical? elaborate on that.”
she struggled to focus, the mocking laugh you let out made her feel weaker, “practical means not getting attached. not wanting more than what we have.” she whimpers out, moving more desperately despite her words.
“nothing but sex then? no feelings? no jealousy?” you teased, knowing it would get under her skin, – part of your argument from a few weeks ago was because she got jealous, seeing you kiss someone who wasn’t her.
her eyes met yours, conflicted between her feelings and principles. “yes. just sex.” she repeated, though there was no actual belief in herself, “only physical, no feelings involved.” – “sure, if you want that forever.” you teased, knowing how she basically trying to convince herself more that she was you.
she looked into your eyes, hints of yearning were in them and she quickly looked away, her heart racing, you grabbed her face, making her look at you. “don’t look away now.” you say, your voice was slightly more commanding than usual.
your hands slid under her dress, pulling her panties off. she gasped, but let you. “eye up here” you say and she looked at you, then you thrusted, making her jolt forward slightly, moaning your name. your thrusts were rough but intimate, rhea tried fighting the pleasure but failed miserably.
she moaned your name freely, nails digging further into your shoulders, “oh god..” her eyes rolled back slightly, but you slapped her, “eyes up here” you demanded, her eyes focused on you, but the pleasure was too much. “it shouldn’t feel this good.. fuck” she breathed out, holding eye contact with you.
you let out a cocky chuckle, speeding up, “i told you it'd feel amazing.” – better than that dude you fucked last night, huh?” and she nodded, unable to speak as you hit her g-spot. her body trembled at your chuckles, through gritted teeth she still spoke, “shut up.. just fuck me harder. don’t talk about him.”
your grip on her thighs tightened, hips snapping against her. “you wanted harder? i’ll give you that.” – rhea cried out your name, her hands were now in your hair, not caring who heard her anymore. she pulled you closer, “yes, don’t stop..” she panted out, “don’t you dare stop..” she demanded, her voice both needy and desperate. she completely surrendered to the pleasure, all her thoughts were now gone.
you bit her shoulder, hips snapping against hers with so much force you could slight thumping against the wall. the sounds filled your living room, she screamed at the bite, her back arching against your body.
her moans and cries only became louder as she grew closer, “y/n, i’m so close..” she breathes, “i’m so close already.” – she admits through her moans, her walls fluttered around you, for some reason she got closer faster this time than any other time she was with you.
“then cum. i’m not stopping you” you said, biting her neck again, she cried out once again, her juices gushing around your length, cumming hard. “fucking hell..” she panted out, her body shaking in your arms as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
despite how sensitive she was, you didn”t slow down one bit. rhea could only whimper and whine with each thrust after cumming. tears of pleasure began to form in her eyes, “it’s too much.. but it’s so good’ she pants, clearly overstimulated already.
“you’re gonna make me cum again, please don’t stop” she whimper, her legs shook violently in your arms, “then do it.,” you said, but looked at you, eyes teary and vulnerable. “i can’t.. i can’t handle it. i’m gonna lose my mind” – but her body was already building up, thighs already quivering in your hands. she was now a helpless doll to the pleasure.
you slapped her thigh, noticing the way her eyes were drooping. “wake up.” you say, but made no move to slow down, hitting even deeper than before. the hit made her jolt awake, “it’s just sex, isn’t it? so don’t fall asleep” you sneered, clearly still pissed from earlier.
she cried out, her orgasm crashing down on her, squirting on your cock. “fuck… you” she sobs, you pulled out, cum spurting on the floor. rhea slumped against the wall, sweaty and panting heavily. her face was a mix of satisfaction and confusion, her vision burry, “did.. did you pull out?” – she asked between breaths, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“yeah” you said, helping her down. your tone was so casual, like it was an everyday thing. she lets you help her down, sitting on the floor. her legs felt like jelly, “why’d you do that?” she asked again, looking a fucked out mess.
“i always do that” – you were picking up your clothes and you heard her scoff, looking irritated now, “always? you never did that. or even that” she gestured to you getting dressed automatically. “well i do, and why does it bother you?”
she scoffed, wiping her tears roughly, “because it’s just sex. you could’ve finished inside.” she mutters, clearly bitter, her jealousy and anger resurfacing. you scoffed, muttering a simple, “right.”
she watched you dress, a weird mix of annoyance and something she couldn’t point out, “you’re being weird. you’re never weird after we fuck.” she accused, still sitting in the same spot, making no move to clean herself up.
you pulled a cigarette from the table, lighting it, appearing indifferent. “i’m not doing anything out of the ordinary.” – she watched the smoke curl around your lips, and as you exhaled it, “you’re distant. and smoking inside” – you scoff, “acting distant? i always do this after. you’re just always so ready to leave after you never realize.”
she stood up shakingly, leaning against the wall slightly, arms crossed, “yeah but you’re more present normally. you won’t even look at me right now” she stepped closer to you, trying to get a reaction. – “okay and? can’t i look elsewhere?”
she grabbed your face, making you look at her, “stop being so weird. what’s wrong with you?” her anger now mixed with concern, something she hates showing. – “nothing’s wrong.” you replied, your cigarette now forgotten in your hand.
her grip tightened slightly because she didn’t believe you, not one bit. “bullshit. quit lying, is it about last week?” she asks, her anger only rising, you didn’t reply, instead pulled her by her neck into a kiss filled with intensity you could no longer hide, like a hunger that could never be satisfied.
rhea gasped, caught off guard by your sudden intensity. she melted against you, her attitude forgotten at this moment. she moaned softly, still sensitive from earlier, you broke the kiss to mutter, “i fucking hate this..” – she pulled, “hate what?”
her breathing was labored now, “hate me?” she whispered, her hands gripping your shirt – “feeling like this.” her eyes darkened slightly, understanding what you mean, but she wants you to say it. “like what?” – “i think i’m in love with you, rhea” her heart skipped, not expecting that and she froze, shoving you away roughly. “don’t say that, we agreed that you can’t love me.”
you caught yourself before falling, “yeah, i know”
she looked away now, completely conflicted. her feelings for you were growing harder to ignore. “then stop acting like you don’t. stop looking at me like you want more than what we have.” – and you scoff, “fine.” you brought the cigarette back to your mouth.
you finished the cigarette and she just watched before speaking, “good, just physical.. like we are.” she repeats, almost trying to convince herself more than she was you. without saying anything, you go to shower.
she stood there for a moment, watching you walk away. her fists clenched at her sides, frustrated with the entire situation. – she knocked on the bathroom door, “you’re showering without me?” her voice was laced with possession despite the situation.
“you can join me if you want,” you said but she was already walking in. she stripped off her clothes, “don’t get any ideas.” she got in with you, keeping a little distance. you quickly finished washing, muttering a small, “i’m not” and got out. leaving her in the shower by herself, she frowned, completely pissed now. you never left her like thius. – “y/n get back here!”
she grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body and followed you out. you were standing in the hallway when she came out, hair still dripping but she was too pissed to care. “what the fuck is your problem? you’re being impossible.” she wrapped the towel around herself tighter, glaring at your body.
“what are you even talking about?” – she scoffed, “you’re giving me mixed signals! one minute you’re all over me then now you’re cold! and now you’re standing here naked like it’s nothing!” – “my fault”, you mutter, seemingly nonchalant about everything.
her eye twitched, looking at you, “yeah it is your fault, you’re driving me fucking crazy!” she moved closer, her towel slipping. – “then drive me insane.” you replied.
a dangerous smiled spread across her face, “careful what you wish for” she dropped her towel, “i can make you give up everything, but me” she pushed you into your room, you falling on your bed and she straddled you.
you gripped her hips this time, her hips shifting under your hold, she leaned down and marked you neck, bouncing on your cock. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be mine?” she whispered, teeth grazing against your skin.
your hips snapped up against her, you pulled her by her hair, making her look at you. she gasped, but grinned, riding harder. moaning out, “say you’re mine” – “only if you say you’re mine.” and she groaned, not wanting to agree, her brain too lost in pleasure to want to fight more, giving in, “i.. i’m yours. but, nothing serious, no us” she contradicts, nuzzling into your neck, moaning your name.
“just sex.” you repeated, controlling the pace, slamming into her. – “j.. just sex” she echoed, bitter but her body responded to your movements. she was getting close again, hating that she couldn’t stay mad at you, especially when you’re fucking her like this.
you flipped you both over, hands on her neck, shocking her, her own hands on your waist making you hit deeper as her legs spread further. “open your mouth.” you demanded and she obliged, you spit in her mouth, hitting deeper.
she swallowed it, and you slapped her, tears streaming down her face as she moaned, “more, please” her mouth was open, waiting for more. so you did it again, this time before she got to swallow it, you kissed her, breaking the kiss.
you watched her eyes roll back as you hit a particular angle, drool dripping down her chin. “yes. right there” she babbles out, her head falling back again, clenching around you. her neck was now bruised from you choking her, but neither of you cared. “fuck.. don’t stop” she moaned, gripping your hair, pulling you down fro another rough kiss.
she was falling apart before you, her juices leaking on your sheets, “cum for me, you know you want to.” you growled into her ear, gripping you hip and angling in it so it feels like you were hitting deeper.
“fuck don’t do that! you’re gonna make me..” she breathed out, before she got to finish her sentence, she squirted onto the sheets and you chuckled, “making such a fucking mess.” you pressed on her stomach, going faster. – if that was even possible.
“don’t do what, huh?” you teased, “don’t make me cum like that… like you actually care” she finally admits, her voice breaking. – she was fighting her feelings again, “what?” you began to slow down.
she whimpered at the slower pace, not wanting to have to deal with her emotions, “don’t.. don’t slow down. don’t be gentle.” she tried sounding commanding but it came out like a plea. she wanted it to be rough, no emotions with it, like she wanted you two to be.
you gritted your teeth, speeding up. “harder.. fuck me harder. stop being nice” she cried out, her eyes watered from the emotional state she was in and the physical pleasure. she bit her lip, in an attempt to keep herself from saying anything else stupid.
you used your body, pinning her below you. now being pinned, she was completely at your mercy, her legs shook again and she couldn’t hold back anymore, cumming hard. moaning out, “i love you.. i love you..” she said it like a curse and a prayer, her eyes finally showed love, looking into yours.
you looked away, looking at your cock disappearing inside her, she forced your head to look at her with trembling hands. her eyes filled with unshed, and love. “look at me when you finish. i need to see your face.” her voice was softer, and clearly exhausted, despite her wanting to stay indifferent.
“i’m..” you muttered, nipping at her collarbone, hips snapping harshly, she watched intensely. your eyes met hers, feeling you getting closer, “cum inside her.. i want to feel everything you give me.”
her walls clenched again, more desperately this time. your hips moved faster, biting down on her neck once more as you fill her, making her body spasm, cumming hard with you. your hips slowed as you worked through your orgasm, and you felt rhea go limp, breathing slightly shallow under you. – she passed out.
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