a/n: this is based off a request šš„° also i mightāve put some parts that were inspired when drew was in a short film called up the hill š¤· sorry for taking days to write this im having hard times and i struggle writing sometimes
warnings: dark!rafe, strong language, NONCON, piv, unprotected sex, baby trapping, choking, hair pulling, fake orgasm, cream pie, fingering, edging/orgasm denial
summary: dark!rafe and pogue!reader never truly get along so rafe decides to teach her a lesson
After meeting Rafe for the first time, he started talking to you all the time, you met him at a party, but you have no idea why he seemed to like you, you were a Pogue and working two jobs. Making time for him was the hardest thing to do, two different schedules everyday. He always insults you about not making time for him, manipulating you or gaslighting you, even going as far as to hurt you if you didnāt take a day off, he wouldnāt even care if it got you fired, whatever he wanted, he would get, he made sure of it, and you couldnāt do anything about it.
Coercing you to have sex with him was always a common thing, and you couldnāt even care anymore. You did it just so he would leave you alone. He could ask you to do it somewhere, and even if you werenāt in the mood, you would do it anyways. Today though, it was a bit different. Rafe had knocked on your door on your day off, āRafe? What the hell are you doing here?ā you asked. He didnāt respond, just bumping your shoulder as he walked in. You scoffed at his carelessness, āOkay, Rafe, you canāt just fucking walk in here whenever the hell you want!ā you yelled, closing the door and going after him as he headed for the kitchen.
He caught you by surprise when he turned around, and grabbed your wrist. āI donāt know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that, drop the fuckinā attitude.ā He said, glaring into your eyes as he towered over you. The height difference made you intimated, as well as his tight grip. āOkay. Can you please just get the fuck out?ā You said, trying your best not to say anything too bad, but still wanting him to leave. He shook his head and shoved you against the wall, your front facing the wall. He brought your arm to your back and pulled it to the side, making you shout in pain, āOw, ow, Rafe! Stop!ā you yelled the best you could, your face being squished against the wall.
āYouāre a fuckinā Pogue, so learn your place, yeah? Yāneed some dick in you to learn?ā He laughed quietly as you struggled beneath him. You writhed as you eventually worked up the courage to bring your foot up and kick him, making him fall back slightly. He exhaled as you ran to the front door, staying there before you pulled out your phone, āGet the fuck out, or Iām calling the cops, Rafe! Iām not joking!ā you screamed. Each time he took a step, you turned away from him with caution, making sure he didnāt leave your view. He nodded, āCall the cops and see what happens.ā
His hand twisted the door knob, opening the door and walking out. How could he make a threat right before he left? Rafe was a fucking psychopath and you shouldāve known that right when you met him. You took a deep breath in relief, running over to the door to lock it. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, that was your worst interaction with Rafe yet, and you didnāt know what to expect next, but you didnāt wanna be near him to find out.
So you didnāt go near him, you ignored his texts, his calls, and not once had he come to your house. You were at the point of relaxation, not caring what he had to say to you, he was not one of your priorities. You could work without having him beg you to take off, try to hurt you or manipulate you. For once in your life, you felt free from the grasp he had on you. He was obsessed over you, sometimes it felt like you had more control over him, but you knew that was never true. Rafe would do anything for you to stay with him, for you to hook up with him, and today proved it.
Three huge bangs came from your front door, the sound reminded you of knocking, but with the side of somebodyās fist. The loud thudding didnāt stop til you answered the door, and there you saw Rafe standing in front of you. Your jaw was dropped, but thatās how both of you were on the couch, you straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. His tongue was fighting yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel his bulge pressing into your clit, you felt disgusted but continued anyways. A hand traveled up your waist, resting on your tit, you felt it squeeze which made you take your mouth off his. āRafe, look, Iām not in the mood, okay?ā You breathed heavily as he stared into your eyes, he took his other hand and pushed your head against his, continuing to make out with you.
His hand went up higher, eventually resting on your throat. You felt him lightly squeeze, you brought your hand to his and led his hand to your cheek, letting it rest there instead. You guys continued to make out until he took his hand and placed it on your throat once more, you pulled out of the kiss to tell him to stop. Once you did, his grip tightened. āWhat are you doing? Stop!ā You said, trying your best to pull his hand off. His dark, blue eyes stared into your eyes, and this was one of the many times you truly felt scared of him. āWhat? Canāt breathe?ā He asked, tilting his head sideways barely as he looked at you struggle, it felt like your airway was closing in on you, and it practically was. āRafeā Rafe, stop.ā You managed to get out, your hands clawing at his, it only made him squeeze tighter.
āStand up.ā He said, the demanding tone could be heard in his voice. You could barely hear him, everything was like ringing in your ears. A quick slap brought you back, and you could feel a hand being taken off your throat. You were shoved off his lap, falling on the floor then standing up quickly. His presence made you quake as he turned you around and led you to a table, one hand forced your head down as he worked his belt with his free hand, the belt was then used to tie your wrists together, acting as a pair of handcuffs. The fact he did this with ease made you wonder how he could do it, did he practice with others? Has he done this before? That was something you never doubted. The fabrics rustling made you sob.
āRafe, stop, please!ā you yelled. His response was almost immediate, āShut the fuck up, donāt wanna hear yātalk unless itās those sweet noises, yeah?ā he said carelessly. The whole interaction had you scared shitless, how rough was he gonna be? Was he gonna hold back? Was he gonna do anything else? It had your heart beating through your ears, anticipating his next move. The feeling of his tip rushing through your entrance made you cry out in pain, the burning sensation of him stretching you out made you want to die. It took no time for him to start plowing into you, his hand starting to grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back. āFuck, this pussy sāfucking sweet, just fāme,ā the way he slurred his words made you think he was pussy drunk already.
The burning sensation had you sobbing, tears staining your cheek as they dropped down onto the wooden table. His thrusting only got more aggressive, the way he moved made you so uncomfortable, and the way he did this without giving it a second thought, you knew he took things far, but not this far. Your only option to escape was to fake your release, just to make him stop, since he always wore a condom, it made this even worse. Moans filled the air, but you werenāt thinking straight, so you werenāt able to distinguish if they were real or fake, it felt like every time he thrusted he was hitting your cervix, which could explain the desperate moans as he continued. āYeah? Yālike the way I fuck your pussy, huh? Such a fuckinā slut, just for me, too.ā
Wetness burned through your pussy, beating you at your own game. Realizing you liked this made you sick, so you didnāt wanna have an orgasm, or else you would feel even more pathetic than you already felt. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, making him groan, his grip on your hair only getting tighter. At this point, he was recklessly pounding into you, the only thing that mattered to him right now was his pleasure, partially yours too, his ego was too big, so if you came because of him, it only boosted it more, knowing how good his sex game was. āYou gonna fuckinā cum on my cock, hm?ā He asked, you nodded, knowing you were lying. Your movements were practically forced by yourself, and you expected him to not know.
Rafeās cock twitched in your pussy as it squeezed around him, pulling him in. He let loose of your hair, putting both of his hands on your waist and gripping. āSāfucking close, gonna cum in you.ā All of a sudden, everything you were doing was ceased. You felt a pit in your stomach, āWhat?ā you asked, and you only did so because you thought Rafe was joking, you thought he was gonna play it off as a joke, that was exactly what you were hoping for. āYou heard me.ā He said, giving you more thrusts before eventually letting his cum fill you, riding out his orgasm in your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed tight, āRafe, Rafe, what the fuck did you do?ā you whispered. You felt him pull out, the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of your entrance. āYou didnāt wanna follow what the fuck I say, Iām not gonna follow what you say. If you justā just fucking listened to me, I wouldnāt have done that.ā
His hands pulled you up, turning you around so your back was on the table, you felt his hands feeling around your body. His head leaned in towards your neck as his left hand cupped your cunt, āI know you didnāt cum. So youāll give me as many as I want, alright?ā his boxers and pants were already pulled up, making you glad. Thoughts were already racing about what you were gonna do about it, his words made your body shiver. Tears filled your waterline as he started fingering you with both his ring finger and middle finger, his fingers were curling up, hitting your g-spot. A moan slipped out of your lips as he worked his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer, boosting his ego was the last thing you wanted to do, but it felt so good, you needed more. He was pushing his cum back inside you as he moved in and out, tears running to the sides of your face.
You were right on the edge, recognized by your squeamish body movements and loud, pornographic moans. Rafe pulled his fingers out, a loud gasp escaping your lips, you tugged on his hand with one of your own, āYou want me to keep going ?ā he asked. Your head nodded, āOkay. Tell me youāll keep the baby.ā he said, without any emotion at all. You were unsure, and you didnāt want a baby, but it was Rafe. He was a fucking psychopath and you already knew if you tried to get rid of it anyways that he would do insane things, heāll ruin you for life. He could tell you were hesitant about saying it, hell, you were hesitant about even seeing him again after this, but he would force his way into your life anyways. However, during sex you acted like a completely different person, so your subconscious answered for you, āFuck, okay.ā
Even if you couldnāt see it, you knew he was smirking as he dipped his fingers back into your aching cunt that was already painted with his cum. Your head kept nodding as he kept going, you were lost in a state of pleasure, the way he pressures his fingers against your g-spot made you think you were going insane. His hand moved faster and faster until you let loose all over his fingers, moaning loudly as he let you ride your orgasm out. Your arousal was evident when he pulled his fingers out, āWas crying fāme to stop, now look at you.ā he said, laughing softly. He looked at you and shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Your tongue instinctively sucked on them, he grabbed your jaw as you did, āIām staying here with you, every fuckinā night. Youāre keeping that fucking baby.ā he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took his hand off your jaw.
The way he talked to you like you were a dog who had to follow their owners every command scared you, he was only doing that so he wouldnāt leave you, but maybe that was what you wanted. You wanted him to force you into doing everything you didnāt want, you needed him in your life, or maybe it was due to all of his gaslighting and manipulating to think that he was all you needed. It wasnāt though, you just needed to be away from him.
