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[bunnyrafe]

a new kind of love

𓊆ྀིBUNNYRAFE’S 2024 KINKTOBER !𓊇ྀི — OCTOBER 23RD mean!jj -> restraints, filming, blackmail.

content / other warnings -> 18+, MDNI. DARK & TABOO f!reader, spoiled!reader, kook/pogue, strong language, crying.

Your obsession with JJ Maybank blossomed over the summer.

Maybe because he’s rough around the edges, albeit pretty with his blonde hair and sweet features. You wanted a taste from the second you laid your bambi eyes on him— the way your friends teased you about your little crush didn’t matter to you. You’re only a girl. A girl who’s in love with a boy who hates her kind. Kooks.

Yet that didn’t stop you from making advances.

“Hi, JJ!” You call out from across the crowded beach, waving all innocently as if you aren’t in a skimpy bikini top and little shorts, desperate for even a sliver of his attention. You watch a grin tug at the corner of his lips as he meets your gaze.

If only you knew that look more or less signified the beginning of the end for your perfect, cushy life.

“We have to be quiet,” you say through your pouty lips, unlocking the front door to your house. Your house— it might just be the biggest one JJ has seen on this side of the island.

“Mmm— no promises, princess.” He whistles the words out, squeezing your hips beneath his digits whilst you open the door and start dragging him to your room with a scoff.

At least he’s honest.

JJ takes in the scenery. High ceilings, modern art on the walls and decor to match the huge furniture, a beautiful view of the beach beyond the crystal clear windows. You really have always been a princess tucked away in a castle. Lord only knows what you see in him… aside from his dick, of course.

That's evident in how needy you are the second he presses you down into your floral duvet, pinning you against the soft bedding and taking any control of the situation he can get. Your denim short-shorts are a forgotten memory as he pops the useless button open— you gasp, feeling the cool air in your room hit your cunt through the sheer material hiding it away from him. It only fuels your desire, tossing gasoline directly onto the embers that his attention has teasingly been fanning for hours.

“I can see right through this thing, baby,” he muses, running a rough finger along the waistband of your panties. Light blonde bangs fall into his line of sight as his eyes flicker back up to your heated face, “what’s the point of even wearin’ them?”

“JJ—” You huff, fully running out of patience now. You squirm beneath him, your legs kicking a bit so you can secure your thighs around his waist as he hovers over you, “Are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna run your mouth the whole time?”

After that, those same panties he was teasing you over become tied around your wrists in a haphazard knot. Tight enough for them to dig into your skin and give you a proper burn, but you don't have the time or the sense to focus on that. Not when JJ has his forearm pressed to the back of your knees, giving him the perfect angle to keep stuffing you full of his thick cock while your bound hands twitch helplessly against your lower tummy.

"'S this good enough for you, princess?" JJ spits out condescendingly— you both know he doesn't care about your needs. You wouldn't be surprised if he leaves the second he gets his nut. "Looks pretty fuckin' good t'me considering you can barely speak."

It’s then you realize his phone is in his freehand— seconds before the flash assaults your bleary vision, and JJ nearly coos due to the way your pretty eyes twinkle in the light.

“What’re you doing, JJ?” You sniffle, “Stop playing!”

You can barely get the words out, hiccuping the entire time due to the movement of his hips. And now that you know every single lewd sound is being caught on camera, you suddenly want to cry even harder. Instead of giving in to your request, he silences you with a sloppy kiss. It’s drooly and heated— like your saliva is molten as it mingles with his own. Your tits bounce in time with his thrusts— in your suggestion of a top that’s slowly but surely coming undone at this point— all while your tongues swirl around one another, enough to make you forget about the stunt he’s currently pulling.

When he backs away, there’s a string of spit keeping you two intertwined, and he’s looking down at you with a boyish grin— his button nose nudges your own as he speaks directly to you, forcing you to hang off of every word.

“Nah, baby— go ‘head and tell me how good this pogue dick feels in your princess cunt, and maybe I won’t send this lil’ video to your friends…”

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