Valentine’s Day Rage Fuck (M/F) (Dom/Sub, Degrading, Fiction)

Lexi broke up with me on Valentine’s Day.

In hindsight, I should have seen it coming. She was way out of my league. When she agreed to go out with me three months ago, I knew I’d hit the college dating jackpot. She was a cheerleader, a sorority girl, her family had money, and of course she was drop—dead—gorgeous. Like, stupid gorgeous. She was the kind of sexy that doesn’t seem like it can possibly be real. When I would scroll through her pictures on Instagram (her spring break bikini pics—my god!) I was convinced that they were photoshopped or something. But then seeing her in real life, she truly was this incredibly, insanely, unbelievably beautiful girl. I’m talking, the quintessential American girl look. Long, bleach blonde hair. Big brown doe eyes. Tanned skin. Legs for days. Her tits were big, but not too big, you know? And don’t even get me started on how cute and tight her little ass was. Fuuuuuuuck …

It was just a normal Tuesday when I met her. She walked into my biology lab wearing a mini skirt and a tank top and my jaw literally dropped. Then the impossible happened. Not only did she just happen to have a lab session with me, but she also just happened to get assigned the seat next to me. Which meant we’d be working together on all our projects for the entire class.

It wasn’t until she was seated in the stool next to me giving me a super weird look that I realized my mouth was still hanging open. So super awkward start, but this lab was my jam and I helped her out through all the projects and worksheets, and her grade was stellar because of it. So she always leaned close to me during work time to ask me questions, and I eventually asked her the only one that really mattered … “Do you wanna go out with me?”

And she actually said yes. I was on cloud nine, I tell ya. And believe me, I knew exactly how lucky I was. I treated her like an absolute princess (no, not like that! Although that would have been nice …). I treated her with absolute respect. I opened doors for her, I carried things around for her, I held her hand, dressed the way she wanted, and bought her gifts and took her out on dates that I definitely couldn’t afford (I could barely afford rent, after all). But I was willing to do anything—anything—to hold onto her. I mean, for God’s sake, her ex-boyfriend was the fucking quarterback of the school’s football team. He was basically a celebrity; he was six foot four slab of solid muscle, handsome as fuck, and—lucky for me—a total douche bag. He had treated Lexi like crap, and she’d kicked him to the curb. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake. I was going to treat her like an absolute queen. I figured it was just like school … all that hard work would pay off in the end. Afterall, she could have been with any guy she wanted. But she chose to go out with me! And I mean, I’m not bad looking. Not by a longshot. I was bone rake skinny when I graduated high school, but after a few years in college, I filled out a little bit, I’ve got nice abs, and I’ve got a decent face.

But it’s what I could do in the bedroom that I was counting on to really ensure I could keep Lexi happy. Of course we’d talked about sex, but she wanted to take it slow, which I totally understood. And ya know, since she was basically the hottest girl I’d even seen, I would have waited as long as she wanted. But waiting wasn’t the only thing I was willing to do for Lexi. As I said before, I was willing to do anything to make her happy. So I had plans. Valentine’s day was going to be the day. I could feel it. I had gotten us a reservation at this really nice restaurant she’d told me about. I’d been working out extra hard to make sure my abs were as cut as possible. I’d cleaned my entire apartment from floor to ceiling and ensured my two roommates would be out for the night (more about them later, they’re also important to the story). I got her flowers and chocolate-covered strawberries, and I even sprinkled my bed with rose petals for when she got back to my place. And when the moment finally came … I was going to worship her. I honestly didn’t give a shit if she never even touched my cock, because I was going to cover every inch of her body in affection. I planned to give her a romantic massage, then move to a long make-out session, and finally … I’d get down between her legs and eat her pussy for as long as she wanted. I’d even be willing to eat her ass if she wanted me to. God knows she was heavenly smooth down there. Judging from her bikini pics (thank God for Instagram) she didn’t have a single hair on her body, and she even told me one time that she’d gotten laser hair removal. The very thought of how soft and smooth her pussy was going to be made my cock tremble. It was going to be a perfect night. Probably the best night of my life. Nothing could ruin it.

Until, of course, it did get ruined.

“Listen, I’m sorry, this just isn’t working,” she said.

“Wait, what?” I said with a bite of chicken halfway to my mouth. I’d ordered the chicken because it was the cheapest thing on the menu, and she loved escargot, so …

She reached out to touch my hand. “You’re great. You really are. And this has been so nice. You’re so sweet. But … you’re just not my type, you know? It was so great having you in biology lab, so when you asked me out, I thought, why not? But, let’s be honest, I just don’t think this is going anywhere.”

I was so shocked I literally couldn’t say anything.

“I didn’t want to do this today, but I woke up this morning and I just knew I had to move on. And I figured you’d want things to get more serious between us since its Valentine’s Day. I’m sure you understand. I know you do. You’re such a great guy.”

She gave my hand a squeeze and cut open my heart with a perfect, gorgeous smile. God, that smile. Those lips. That mouth. Was this actually happening?

It was. It was really happening and there was nothing I could do to make it stop.

She pushed her chair back and stood up, straightening her dress. I looked her up and down, soaking in the shape of her. That hourglass form. The way her dress clung to her breasts and hips. The flash of her bare leg through the slit in the skirt. I’d never get to lay hands on that tan skin. Never squeeze those perfect tits. Never get to taste that incredible pussy. I’d never get to worship her like I had planned.

“Thanks for understanding,” she said again. But I barely heard her; I was numb. “Maybe we’ll have another lab together one of these days. Wouldn’t that be fun? I never would have survived that class without you. At least we’ll always have those memories.”

With that, she turned and walked away. I should have watched her go—taken one last chance to feast my eyes on that cute little ass of hers, those swaying hips, her long legs and flowing golden hair … but I couldn’t bring myself to look up from my plate. The waiter brought the check a few minutes later. It was a $300 dollar meal, and not only was I not getting laid, I’d just been dumped by a girl I’d given everything for. And the funny thing is … I think I’d even convinced myself that I was in love with her. What a fucking shitty Valentines Day.

I sat there and sulked for a while and finished the bottle of wine we’d gotten with dinner. At least that wasn’t going to go to waste. Drunk on overpriced wine and heartbreak, I stumbled outside and got an Uber back to my apartment. When I got inside, I realized there was someone else there.

What the fuck? I thought to myself. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here tonight. I’d made sure my two roommates would be gone so that Lexi and I could have the place to ourselves. I had lived in this apartment with my best friend from high school since our sophomore year of college. His name was Travis, and he was pretty much the polar opposite of me when it came to relationships. I’d had a few long-term girlfriends, and none more serious than Lexi. He on the other hand, liked to date around, go to parties, hook up and hang out and what not. Tonight he was supposed to be party-hopping and promised he wouldn’t come back to the apartment until tomorrow night. He told me all the time that I was wasting my time with Lexi, and that she would eventually break up with me. I’d always told him he just didn’t understand how serious relationships worked. Now I realized, he’d been right all along.

My other roommate, was none other than Travis’s little sister, Grace. Now, Travis and Grace came from a fairly conservative family. And although Travis was not exactly a paragon of good behavior, his parents had always been harder on his little sister. Now to be fair, even though Travis was a huge partier, he was also smart as hell. He had a full-ride scholarship, he was on the swim team, and his grades were stellar.

So obviously nothing Grace ever did seemed to be good enough or proper enough for their parents, and inevitably she got hit with the bullshit line of “why can’t you just be more like your brother?” In response, she became about as opposite of her brother as she possibly could. In high school, she hit a hard rebellious streak. And although she still got great grades, she refused to take part in any school athletics or social clubs or any bullshit like that. When she graduated last year, her parents insisted she go to the same college as her brother and pretty much forced us to let her be our roommate so that Travis could keep an eye on her. Honestly, it wasn’t bad at all. She kept to herself most of the time. But her rebellious steak only got stronger. Once she was out of her parents’ house, she totally changed her look. Her parents had never let her get her hair cut the way she wanted, so she chopped most of it off and died it powder blue. She was never allowed to get her ears pierced, so she got each ear pierced in like three places, along with her belly button. I heard that she’d even gotten her nipples pierced but of course had no way to confirm that. And besides, I hadn’t been interested. I’d had Lexi.

Anyway, I walk into the apartment and go to the kitchen and there’s Grace.

“Oh, shit!” She spun around fast and pressed her hand over her chest. “You scared me! I didn’t think you’d be back yet!”

“What are you doing here?” I asked grumpily. I was supposed to have the apartment to myself tonight, and more than anything, I just wanted to be alone.

She shrugged. “Well, I was supposed to be hanging out with Kelly. Single girls unite on Valentine’s Day, right? I mean, who even likes this bullshit holiday anyway? Well, she apparently found some fuckboy on Tinder, and she dumped me for the night to go get an STD from him so … here I am.” She turned back to the stove where she was stirring a pot of mac n’ cheese. “Sorry. I know you wanted the place to yourself, so I was just going to hide in my room. Just let me put this on a plate and I’ll go hide so you can get laid.” She hit me with an exaggerated wink.

“It’s fine,” I mumbled. “I can do whatever.”

She looked confused. “What do you mean? Wait, where’s your supermodel girlfriend anyway?”

I looked at the floor. “Lexi broke up with me.”

She dropped the spoon in the mac n’ cheese. “Wait, she what?”

I tried to shrug it off. “It’s whatever. We’d only been dating a couple months anyway.”

“The fuck?! You treated that girl like gold! And it’s fucking Valentines Day! The fucking bitch!”

A straightened up then, puffing out my chest. My cheeks burned with anger. I wasn’t going to just stand there and let someone talk about Lexi like that. I opened my mouth to tell Grace to shut hers, and then I realized … she was right. Lexi was a fucking bitch.

Grace took a step back when she saw me tense up. “God, you must be fucking pissed.”

“Sorry,” I stammered, shrinking again. “Didn’t mean to get upset.”

“Dude, you have every right to be astronomically upset. That selfish fucking slut broke up with you on Valentines Day after you waited on her hand and foot through your entire relationship! She clearly didn’t appreciate you at all! With the way you treated her, she should have been on her knees every night sucking your dick like her life depended on it!”

I frowned. “I never even got to second base. All we did was make out. I thought tonight was the night, you know?”

Grace’s eyes went super wide then. “Holy shit, she never even let you hit it? Like, not even a little?”

“Nope.”

“Jeeeesussssss.” She put her hands on her hips. “So you’ve been building up for like, what, three months?”

“Yeah, um, something like that …”

It was then that I noticed something very peculiar about Grace: She wasn’t wearing any pants. In fact, she wasn’t wearing much at all. Just panties and a white tank top. Her tits were a little larger than Lexi’s. They were really great tits actually, now that I was looking. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking through her shirt. So I could now confirm with certainty that the rumors about her pierced nipples were indeed true. My eyes drifted down from her rack to her bare, pale legs and I realized that those were pretty fucking nice as well.

What the fuck are you doing? I thought to myself. This is your best pal’s sister! Quit thinking with your dick.

But the blood was already rushing from my brain down to my balls. I felt a pulsing in my head (the one between my legs, not the one on my shoulders), and I tried to casually turn sideways to try and conceal my growing erection with my leg.

Grace was looking at me as if seeing my in a new light. “God, I bet you want to rage fuck her so bad right now.”

“Huh?”

“Rage fuck her! Lexi! You know, when you really, really hate someone but you also want to fuck them, so you have really, really rough sex with them?”

“Oh,” I said.

I hadn’t really thought about it. But now that she mentioned it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And I realized, once again, Grace was right. I was angry and did still want to fuck Lexi. But not the way I had planned. I didn’t want to worship her any longer. I didn’t want to touch her gently and caress her skin. I didn’t want to sink between her legs and eat her pussy and pleasure her until she climaxed. I didn’t want to adore her perfect naked body. I wanted to use her. I wanted to put her down on her hands and knees, grab a fistful of her golden hair and rail her hard from behind like the little slut she was. I wanted to loom over her and slap her tits, and her face, and choke her while I plowed her tight pussy. I wanted her to orgasm over and over, not because I was being sweet, and kind, and gentle, but because I was being dirty, degrading, and rough. And she would like it. I wanted to fuck her like a whore, and I wanted her to know that she deserved to be used like stupid fuck toy for the way she’d treated me. I wanted to pin her face down onto the floor while I clapped her cheeks, making her beg me to call her a slut, and a whore, and a bitch, because that’s what she was. And then when I was ready, I’d put her down on her knees in front of me, I’d fuck her face until her eyes watered and ruined her make up. And then I’d cum all over her pretty stupid face and make her wipe it off with her fingers and lick it up.

It all played out in my head in a matter of seconds, and I realized my cock was bulging inside my pants. Grace took notice.

“Yeah, you’ve definitely got a lot of pent-up aggression stored down there.”

I cleared my throat uncomfortably, trying and failing not to glance at her tits again. “I think I’m just going to go to my room,” I said. Maybe I’d jerk off to the fantasy of rage-fucking Lexi and then just go to bed.

“Hey, wait a second!” Grace reached out and grabbed my arm. The sudden contact sent another rush of blood down to my throbbing cock, and I was still a little drunk, so I had to steady myself. “You just went through a bad breakup. The last thing you need right now is to be alone.”

“Listen, Grace, I appreciate that you’re trying to be nice, but right now I don’t really want to be around anyone.”

She sidled close then, looking straight up into my face. She was a lot shorter than me, and now I had a great view straight down her tank top at her really, really great cleavage.

“Do you remember your junior year of high school when my parents forced me to go to the homecoming dance?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, I think so,” I said. My head was swimming. She was standing so close. She smelt good. She looked good. My cock was pulsing. “You were a freshman right?

“Yeah. I didn’t want to be there, and some senior guy kept messing with me. As usual my brother was off somewhere dicking around, so I couldn’t turn to him for help, not that I ever would. Then that guy grabbed my ass. I turned around to punch him in the balls, but I didn’t get a chance, because you were there. You got up in his face, and when he wouldn’t back off, you laid him out with one punch.”

I blinked. “I kinda forgot about that, actually.”

She came even closer, her tits brushing up against my chest. “I didn’t.” She said. “You were there when I needed you.”

I gulped. My heart was hammering in my chest. “You’re my best friend’s little sister. I was just trying to look out for you.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me. What I need is for you to let me return the favor.”

I shook my head. “It’s fine. We’re even.”

I tried to step away but she grabbed my collar and pressed her body against mine. God my cock was hard.

“You know, it’s not the fact that you stood up for me that I thought was so hot. It’s how angry you got. Seeing you stand over that douche bag after you’d knocked his lights out … it made me wet.”

“Wait, what?” I said with my mouth hanging open. And slowly, she started to sink to her knees.

“Just like I’m wet … right … now.”

I was so shocked I literally couldn’t say anything.

“I loved seeing how angry you were.” She undid my belt. “Just like you’re angry tonight.” Unzipped my pants. “And since you can’t rage fuck that stupid, selfish blonde bimbo of yours … why don’t you pull out this big cock you’ve been trying to hide and take all that pent-up aggression out on me?”

She gave my cock a squeeze through my underwear and stopped my heart with a slutty, hungry smile. God, that smile. Those lips. That mouth. Was this actually happening?

It was. It was really happening, and I didn’t want it to stop.

She reached down to her waist and pulled her tank top up over her head. I looked down at her, soaking in the shape of her. That petite body. The way her nipple rings stood out against those luscious breasts. The flash of her bare legs as she knelt in front of me. I was about to lay hands on that pale skin. Squeeze those big tits. My cock was going to be inside her incredible mouth. I was about to live my fantasy.

“Pull out this big cock,” she said again. But I barely heard her; I was numb. “Maybe you can use my throat and pretend its hers. Wouldn’t that be fun? But I’ll never ask you to stop like she would. You can use my mouth as much as you want.”

With that, she pulled down my pants and underwear until they were around my ankles. I should have made her stop—she was my best friend’s sister even if she had a nice round ass, shapely hips, great legs and strangely sexy blue hair … but I couldn’t bring myself to look up from her naked body. She was staring at my cock like it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. It was seven inches of pulsing, aching, veiny meat, and I was about to use it to throat fuck my best friend’s nineteen-year-old sister. And the funny thing is … I think she’d been waiting for an opportunity like this. What a fucking amazing Valentines Day.

She looked up at me with excited, bulging eyes. Her mouth was wide open, inching closer to my gushing tip. And I couldn’t resist any longer. I grabbed her head in both of my hands and I rammed my cock into her mouth. I felt the tip slam into the back of her throat. She gagged. I pulled back, and slammed in again. Holy shit, what an incredible mouth she had. Her tongue was flicking at my shaft even as I thrust in and out. It was warm, and so, so wet. Spit was gushing from her bottom lip and she made these incredibly slutty, sexy gurgling sounds as my cock stretched deep into the back of her mouth. And fuck, her throat was so deep. I’d been given some great blowjobs before, but I’d never been this far inside a girl’s mouth. Adrenaline took control of me and I thrust my dick into her so hard she had to reach out and grab onto my legs to stay up right. A thrust again, even harder, and my hips pushed her head back against the wall. With her head pinned against the wall, she had no escape, and I held my cock full in her mouth, my stomach pressed hard against her face. Her fingernails dug into my legs, and she started to squirm and squeal under the pressure. Finally, I came to my senses.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry,” I said as I pulled out of her.

She coughed and gasped, tears running down her face. “What … the fuck … is wrong with you?” she hissed.

“I’m so sorry!” I repeated. “Are you ok?”

“Did I tell you to stop?”

I didn’t know what to say. “I thought I was choking you.”

“Yes. You were. Do it again.” Her hand shot forward like a viper and she grabbed hold of my cock so hard I flinched. But I couldn’t pull away. Then, slowly, she started to stroke me. A groan escaped my lips, and my knees nearly buckled. “I thought you were going to take out all that aggression on me,” she said.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said, half delirious. Between the bottle of wine I’d drank and the nirvana she was giving my cock, my head was swimming with pleasure.

Suddenly she stopped. I looked down at her. “I want you to do whatever you want,” she said through clenched teeth, as if she was holding back a rage. “Now … Fuck. My. Face.”

And that’s when I knew there was no turning back. I grabbed her behind her neck and pulled her forward, forcefully.

“Stick out your tongue,” I commanded.

She obeyed. And enthusiastically. Jesus, had her tongue always been that long? How had I been sleeping on my best friend’s little sister all these years? Oh well. Maybe now, it was time to start sleeping with her.

I pushed her head down and slid my shaft up and down her tongue. With my free hand, I reached down squeezed her perfect left breast. Fuck, the skin on her tit was so hot, and the nipple ring was so cold. She moaned like a slut as I massaged her tit and used her tongue. Then I pushed her head down even further.

“Suck my balls, Grace.”

Another slutty moan, and she went to work. God, I fucking love having my balls played with, massaged, sucked on. She worshiped them. She worshipped me. She was down on her knees praying to me, praying to my cock and my balls. She stretched her tongue out and licked the skin behind them, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed my cock between her lips again.

“Open your fucking mouth. That’s it. Be a good girl.”

I slid inside and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Suck my big fucking cock, Grace. Suck it and stroke it. And play with my balls too.”

“Mmm hmmm,” she moaned. And she did exactly as she was told. She slurped and sucked and licked like she would die if she stopped. Spit was pouring from between her lips. Her left had stroked me as she used her lips to pleasure me, her right hand cupped my balls, stopping every once in a while to tickle and grope them.

Finally, I had to take control. I grabbed the sides of her head again and rammed my cock home. Again, I slammed the back of her into the wall. She gave a whimper that was something between pleasure and pain, and I let her have every inch of me. She held perfectly still as I drilled down into her throat.

When I pulled out, she was gasping. But I was done worrying whether she was ok or not. In fact, I didn’t care. I pulled her up by her arms until my cock was between her breasts.

“Use your tits,” I said. And she grinned.

She grabbed one breast in each hand and squeezed them together around my dripping, soaking, throbbing cock. Then she started to move rhythmically up and down.

“Do you like fucking my titties?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Are my titties so much better than that stupid blonde slut girlfriend of yours? She never even let you see them did she? She’s so fucking selfish. She didn’t deserve you. She didn’t deserve this cock. But that’s ok. Because now it’s between my tits. I want you to feed it to me. I want to drink your cum. I can tell you’re close. Do it. Fucking do it!”

I grabbed a fistful of her short blue hair and shoved my cock down her throat once again. But this time, she reached down and pressed her hand between her legs. She pulled her panties to the side and started playing with herself. With each thrust of my cock, she moaned louder, and louder, and louder, until I could tell that she was cumming.

Fuck, the sounds she made we amazing. I pulled out and made her suck my balls again, and squeezed her big tits. Then I was back in that hot, wet, deep throat once more, and she rubbed her pussy, chasing her second orgasm. But something came over me then. I thought about Lexi. How I’d wanted so badly to please her and pleasure her. How I’d been willing to worship her. And she’d kicked me to the curb. And in that moment, I didn’t want Grace to get any more pleasure. I just wanted to use her.

So I reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled them up. She squeaked and stared up at me in surprise. But she made no protest as I pinned her hands against the wall above her head. And even if she had, I wouldn’t have listened.

I leaned my full weight against her then, and I let out all my anger, all my frustration, all my selfish desire … on her throat.

And when I looked down into her eyes … she was happy.

It was that look that finally allowed everything to release inside me. As my eyes met hers, I thrust a final time into her mouth. I felt my balls surge up. My cock pulsed and tensed like it never had before. My every muscle flexed and I rose up on my tiptoes.

I groaned. No—I screamed—as pulse after pulse of my cock pumped cum into her mouth, down her throat, filling her stomach.

Her eyes never left mine as she swallowed it all.

Gulp … gulp … gulp …

And it just kept coming. My legs were shaking. My vision blurred. I was lightheaded. I let go of her hands, and she reached out to grab my legs, steadying me as my orgasm stretched on, filling her mouth with more and more cum.

And still, she swallowed.

Gulp … gulp … gulp …

When my head cleared and I was certain I wasn’t going to collapse, I stepped back. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks.

Oh shit … I just face-fucked my best friend’s sister.

She stood up and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, staring at me all the while. She twirled her fingers against my bare chest.

“I’m gonna shower,” she purred. “Then I’m gonna eat my mac n’ cheese. Come to my room when you’re ready to pound this pussy. And if you bring a condom, I’ll never speak to you again.”

She bent down, stripped off her panties, and pressed them into my had.

“You can keep those as a souvenir if you want.”

I watched her perfect ass as she walked to the bathroom, realizing I’d just had the best Valentine’s Day of my entire life. And it wasn’t even over yet.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10jkejo/valentines_day_rage_fuck_mf_domsub_degrading