Your Clammy Hands Reach For The Stuffed Plush Rafe Bought You So Long Ago, Squeezing At The Poor Lifeless

your clammy hands reach for the stuffed plush rafe bought you so long ago, squeezing at the poor lifeless thing. something you were absolutely sure you’d feel bad about when you snapped out of the delirious, ‘only rafe’ mindset your boyfriend broke you into.

it was pathetic and shameful, how easily it was for him turn off the switch in your brain. talented and skilled at molding you into a brainless whiny mush who could only focus on getting fucked.

“there you go, there you go. just needed some good dick didn’t you— acting all fussy for it?” he asks, the cockiness that dribbled from each word only dizzying you more. only making you want him more than ever.

a shaky whimper escapes you, your body shuddering in longing for it’s release. “wanna cummm!” you squeal, drawling out the long whine all the while throwing your ass back onto him, balls smacking against your own sticky skin. he hisses at the act, ringed hands squeezing around your hips tighter, holding you in place.

“well.. well you should’ve thought about that earlier yeah? when you were running that mouth?” he reminds, pulling himself back almost fully before drilling himself back in, warm cunt clamping around the intrusion.

a sad and devastating moan from you breaks through the squelching sound of your pussy. the knot in your stomach wishing to come undone. “stop being mean to meee,” you plead in a soft whisper, breath catching in your throat. “said i was sorry daddy,” you add, feeling like pure putty underneath him.

“too late for that bambi, too late.” rafe grunts, jaw slacking open when his cock twitches inside you.

he continues to push your limits, proceeding to make your ache for relief worse as one hand droops down to rub at your clit thoughtlessly. your shut your eyes tightly and let out a loud groan, legs shaking. “mmph! too much,” you wail pitifully, eyebrows scrunching together— lost in the bliss.

“cmon, tell me you can take it, i’ll stop right here.” he hums, adjusting you slightly to arch you more, trying to dig himself in you even further. “ohh,” you pout instead, whining only in playful resistance. “come on, speak up.”

you take a deep shaky breath, your need to please taking over. “can take it,” you mewl, leaky hole swallowing him like no tomorrow as his fingers work you up to a greater extent.

he slows gently, lifting one foot on the bed to inch himself closer to you — hot breath fanning over the back of your neck before pressing his lips down for a kiss. “good girl.”

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

AHHHHH I NEED HIM SO BAD

mean!john b ohhhh i need him so bad like he definitely puts you in your place when you get mouthy with him 😵‍💫 just holding your face gently, rubbing his thumb softly across your cheek before pulling back and slapping you. "You didn't like that hm sweet girl?" he says SOOO condescending. you whine like you hate it but your cunt is leaking waiting for him to slap you again😵‍💫

rafes shouting voice is so hot im sorry . “im living under the same roof as a THIEF!” im going to fucking bite you

OHMYGODDDD

thinking about john b giving jj backshots to put him in his place, and jj has his head in readers lap. hes gripping her thighs and moaning into her lap.

(idk i just sent this in but i wasnt done forming the thought )

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you'd never seen jj like this--normally he had you bent over and moaning like a bitch when you pissed him off-- but this time it was him, bent over with john b's thick cock fucking him into submission.

"don't wanna tell you again to stop bein so fuckin rough with her. bet you don't like it huh?"

jj's response is muffled in your lap, john b pushing his face into your cotton covered pussy even further.

the brunettes eyes flicker up to you, a rare mean smirk on his face, "look at him bubba, can't fuckin take it."

you barely could either when you felt his tongue slide up your slit, lips pressing against you to suck your arousal off the damp fabric, "jayj what are you-"

"nah don't make him stop, tell him to keep going." john b gives him a rough thrust, snaking another hand underneath him to grasp at his the base leaking cock, "you better not cum before she does, or you're really in fuckin trouble."