#groping cw

[copics-and-renegades]

Whumptober 2023 Day 01: But Now This Room Is Spinning While I'm Trying Just To Fill In All The Gaps

Look at these canines, man.

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IT'S THIS TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN EVERYONE

When I first read the prompt, my mind IMMEDIATELY went "spinning. dizziness. vertigo. drugged. drugged out of his mind trying to make sense of it all and VERY much not able to fight back." Gods, I just LOVE me some good drugging. :D From there I just went with things I also absolutely love: the horrific invasiveness of someone TOUCHING IN YOUR MOUTH UGH and also the hot huge pointy canines I decided to give all the half-elves for no reason other than that I like drawing them. Also drooling hehehehe.

I warned for forced stripping etc., too, because while that was NOT planned, I was just SO THIRSTY for Botta's exposed belly lol. So when I was done the entire piece had this "wait, this DOES have a groping component oh damn" vibe?? So I'm warning for what it turned into even though it was not in my initial plan lol. I guess they're checking out just what they've got there...?????

[angelofacidx]

Dark brain worms read at your own discretion.

Retired Simon who takes up volunteering at a haunted house during October. He’d gotten sucked into it after agreeing to accompany Johnny once and the owner damn near scouted him. Acting is NOT his thing, but fortunately he’s scary as fuck just…standing there in a mask.

He didn’t expect himself to like it as much as he does. Terrorizing grown men and making them scream as if their balls hadn’t dropped yet fuels the ego boost he’d been missing. He’s still got it.

However the real treat is when a pretty thing like you walks through with your friends, wide doe eyes and trembling hands as you sandwich yourself firmly in the middle of the group. He can’t help but reach out, hands squeezing the fat of your ass in the darkness, low groan muffled by the cheesy mask. He leaves his position, stalking behind your group until the end, into the parking lot, and watching you pile into a car that he mentally notes the plate number of.

He’d drop by later to give you a real scare.

[caninecrucifix]

<3

[on-a-lucky-tide]

There was a time when the trelawney-esque plant mum aesthetic - big glasses, long wavy hair, new age hippie leanings - was a strong indication a woman was a safe and kind person to be near.

Now, much like their Dear Leader, it's generally an indication that they're a homophobic terf who will tell me that, as a bi man, they couldn't possibly date me 'cause I'd give 'em AIDs. Weird how culture shifts.

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 20

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Chastity, Dollification

Prompt: Chastity + Dollification

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: This actually has two versions, I couldn't pick!

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting, shadows dancing across the room as you stood before the mirror. Every detail of your reflection was meticulously crafted under John’s watchful eye. His hands moved with precision, adjusting the delicate restraints around your wrists and ankles, the satin ribbons tight enough to remind you of their presence, yet gentle enough to avoid discomfort. You watched yourself in the mirror, perfectly dressed, each element selected by him. You were his creation—his doll to admire.

“You’re beautiful like this, love,” John’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the stillness, his words deliberate and soothing. His eyes locked onto yours in the reflection as he stood behind you, his presence both commanding and protective. "So still, so perfect."

Your lips parted, but no words escaped. The weight of the chastity device locked in place around your hips was a constant reminder of his control—his presence. The agreement between the two of you was unspoken, built on trust and complete surrender. Every inch of you belonged to him tonight, molded to his desires, but not yet touched, not fully explored.

John’s fingers slid up your arm, a slow and deliberate caress that sent ripples of anticipation down your spine. His touch was light, just enough to make your skin tingle, but never enough to satisfy. He took his time, tracing every curve, grazing over your form like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. “Such a good doll,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear, sending warmth cascading through you. “Made to follow orders, aren’t you?”

The only response you were permitted was a slight nod. Your breathing was shallow, the need inside you growing with every teasing pass of his hands. He was careful, never venturing to the places you so desperately wanted his touch. The chastity device pressed against you, a constant reminder that your release was not yours to take—it was his to grant.

He took a step back, his eyes dark with desire, admiring the work he’d put into you. His gaze swept over your restrained form, taking in every detail—the way your skin glistened under the soft light, the way the restraints accentuated the stillness he commanded. “Not a word, love,” he ordered, his voice firm, resonating with authority. “Dolls don’t speak.”

You stood, perfectly posed, your heart racing in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, vibrating under the weight of his gaze. John circled you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey, his eyes lingering on every inch of skin he had claimed for himself. The silence between you was heavy, but you dared not break it. No begging, no pleading—just waiting, silently, for his permission.

When he leaned in again, it wasn’t to release you from the tension but to draw it out further. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, a fleeting warmth that only heightened the chill of the anticipation clinging to your skin. “Soon,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, the promise hanging between you like a tempting, unspoken reward. “But for now, you’re mine to enjoy, aren’t you?”

Another nod, small and obedient, as your body trembled under his scrutiny. Every second he made you wait, every touch that didn’t go quite far enough, built the tension higher. The chastity device locked around you seemed to grow heavier, a constant reminder of the denial he controlled. And yet, in the silence, in your perfect stillness, you could feel his approval—the way his eyes lingered, the pride in how well you obeyed.

“You’re everything I want right now,” John whispered, his fingers brushing along your collarbone, just shy of what you needed. He trailed his hand lower, ghosting over the fabric that concealed your skin, the promise of pleasure always just out of reach. “Such a beautiful doll. Always ready, always perfect.”

Your body yearned for more, but you stayed still. He had yet to give the command, and you knew better than to rush him. The weight of his control made every touch more potent, every whisper more electric. You didn’t need words. You were exactly what he wanted—a beautiful, perfect doll, waiting, always waiting, for him.

“Not much longer,” he promised, his voice a soothing balm over the raw ache of your need. His hands stilled on your waist, his thumb brushing over the satin ribbon, an almost unconscious act of affection. “You’ve done so well, love. So patient. Just a little more.”

John’s hands trailed lower, fingertips ghosting over your hips, but he never allowed himself to fully indulge. His self-restraint was palpable, a silent reminder of the game you both played. He leaned closer, his breath warm on the back of your neck, and whispered, “Tonight, you���re my doll. I can admire you, touch you, enjoy you. But only as much as I decide.”

Your body shivered in response, every nerve alight with anticipation. You could feel the weight of his hands lingering just above your thighs, the places where you craved him the most. The chastity belt pressed even more firmly against your skin, a constant reminder of the restraint you were under. The pleasure, like the moment itself, was suspended—held just out of reach, teasing you with the possibility of release but never quite delivering.

John chuckled softly, sensing your frustration, and pulled you closer against him, his hands possessive but still controlled. “Oh, love,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re so eager. But we both know this is part of the game, don’t we? You like being kept like this, don’t you?”

Another slight nod. The only answer you were allowed.

He continued to caress you, his hands exploring every inch of your restrained body, enjoying the way you trembled under his touch. But he always held back, always stopped just before the moment of release, leaving you aching for more.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. “So patient. So obedient.”

His praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body alight with need, but still, you held on. The promise of pleasure hovered in the air, just out of reach, and yet you knew—knew that when he finally granted it, it would be worth every moment of waiting.

John kissed your neck softly, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands roamed over you, but the chastity device stayed locked in place, a barrier between you and the release you craved. And in that moment, you were exactly what he wanted: his perfect doll, obedient, still, waiting for his command.

“Soon,” he whispered again, his voice a soothing lullaby against the storm of your desire. “But not yet.”

And in the stillness of the room, with his hands and lips ghosting over your trembling form, you knew you could endure just a little longer—for him.

The soft glow of the candlelight flickered in the dim room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, the delicate fabric of your lace dress whispering against your skin. John Price, your commanding officer and lover, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an approving smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Ready for tonight, love?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation. Price pushed himself off the frame and walked over, his heavy boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You look absolutely enchanting, but you know the rules.”

You gulped, remembering the chastity device you wore. It was a reminder of your submission, a symbol of Price’s control over you. “I do,” you whispered, your heart racing.

“Good. I expect you to behave like the perfect little doll tonight.” His tone was playful yet commanding, and it sent a thrill through you.

With deliberate movements, he knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Do you remember how we talked about dollification? About embracing your inner doll?”

You nodded, recalling the way he had described the sensation of being his perfect little doll, molded and shaped to his desires. It made you feel vulnerable and exhilarated at the same time.

“Tonight, I want you to embody that.” His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the fabric of your dress, exploring the soft curves of your body. “You’ll be my little plaything, and you’ll do everything I say.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you replied, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. The title felt natural between you, one that signified trust and intimacy.

Price smirked, his gaze darkening with desire. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

He stood up, pulling you with him, and guided you to the center of the room. He retrieved a small box from the bedside table and opened it to reveal a collection of delicate accessories. Each item was meticulously crafted, designed to enhance your doll-like appearance: pastel ribbons, lace gloves, and a stunning pair of porcelain-like heels.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you the items one by one. As you slipped into the shoes, the heels elevating your stature, you felt a rush of confidence. Price watched closely, his eyes gleaming with approval as you transformed into his perfect doll.

Once you were adorned, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “You look exquisite. But I think we need to add one final touch.” He pulled out a delicate choker, adorned with a small key charm that symbolized your chastity.

As he fastened it around your neck, the weight of it settled heavily on you. “This is your reminder,” he said, his voice dipping into a low growl. “You’re mine, and only I hold the key to your pleasure.”

A delicious heat bloomed in your core as you met his gaze, feeling the familiar rush of submission wash over you. You felt both restrained and liberated by the choker, the chastity device a constant reminder of your shared dynamic.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “I want you to stand perfectly still and remain silent until I say otherwise.”

You obeyed, standing tall and proud, your heart racing as you embraced the role he had created for you. Price circled around you, his presence both comforting and dominating.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “You look so lovely like this. Just a doll for me to play with.”

As he began to tease and touch you, every brush of his fingers felt electric against your skin, igniting a fire within you. But the chastity device remained in place, denying you the pleasure you craved.

“Tonight is about control, darling,” he reminded you, his voice a seductive purr. “You’ll learn to enjoy the anticipation. Your pleasure will come, but only when I decide.”

The sensation of being his perfect doll, crafted for his desires, enveloped you like a warm blanket. You surrendered fully, trusting him to take you on this exhilarating journey.

Hours passed, each moment filled with teasing touches and whispered commands. You felt a mix of frustration and exhilaration as he controlled your body and desires, molding you to his will.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face. “You did well, my little doll. Now, it’s time to reward you.”

He reached for the key, and your heart raced as he unlocked the chastity device. The rush of freedom was intoxicating, but you knew the true reward lay in his hands.

With a knowing smile, he led you to the bed, where he would unleash all the pent-up desire, guiding you deeper into the world of dollification and chastity. Tonight, you would be his perfect plaything, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you both.

[bloodfreak-boyking]

i literally can't stop thinking about shifter!dean so i curse thee with a brain dump ficlet. cw for non-con groping & kissing

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"See, deep down, I'm just jealous. You got friends, you could have a life," the shifter said, Dean's stolen face barely visible in the dim sewer light. His eyes flicked between Sam's, hurt and something unidentifiable swimming in them. "Me?" He leaned in closer, the space between them growing hot and humid. Sam could feel the shifter's breath on his cheek. "I know I'm a freak."

Sam scowled, glaring the creature down. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dean was a lot of things; a nerd, a jerk, disgustingly charming, but not a freak. That title was reserved for Sam.

A grin twitched across the shifter's lips. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" it said, amusement thick in his voice.

Sam knew he should ignore it, this impulse to get insight into his brother's mind, his thoughts and feelings that he kept held so closely to his chest. The thing would probably lie anyway. But Sam was never good at resisting temptation. "Know what?"

Not-Dean was suddenly straddling Sam's thighs, a lascivious smile on his face. Sam instinctively tried to move away, but the rope kept him from doing much more than squirming under the creature's weight. A low chuckle rumbled in its chest. "Dean here?" It shoved its hand between them, roughly palming Sam through worn denim. Sam tried to stifle a gasp, only half succeeding. "He wants you. Hell, he's wanted you since he was seventeen."

Sam felt frozen, shock making his limbs feel numb. Or maybe that was the rope cutting off his circulation, he couldn't really spare the brain power to tell. "Wh-what? No, you...you're lying."

The shifter leaned in closer, nipping at Sam's earlobe. "Oh, the things he wants to do to you." He ground his hips down against Sam's lap forcefully. "His sweet little Sammy."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Sam registered Not-Dean was hard. Another sharp bite, this time to the hinge of his jaw, had him letting out a startled yelp.

The shifter groaned against his skin. "God what he would give to hear you make noises like that." It grabbed a fistful of Sam's hair, yanking down on it hard. Sam, in an attempt to stifle a loud cry, let a pitiful whimper slip past his lips instead. The creature's eyelids fluttered shut. "Fuck, yeah, just like that."

Warm, plush lips were suddenly on him, sliding against his stock-still ones. Before his brain could send the message of no bad no, his own lips were moving. The shifter growled and pulled his head back further, drawing a gasp out of Sam and giving himself an opening to lick deep into Sam's mouth. A soft moan escaped Sam. What could he say? The thing could kiss. Dean could kiss.

It was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on him. He twisted his head away, forcibly breaking the kiss. His heart was hammering in his chest and his stomach flipped and the worst part was, Sam couldn't tell if it was disgust or...

The shifter slowly stood, still trying to catch its breath. It reached down and grabbed one of their duffel bags, swinging it over his shoulder. "Well, it's been great, y'know, shattering your worldview and all," he looked Sam up and down once more, predatory, "but I've got a hot date with lovely little Becky."

...

"Well that's 'cause you're a freak," Dean, the real Dean, teased from behind the wheel as Saint Louis disappeared behind them.

Sam snorted. "Yeah, thanks," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm a freak too. I'm right there with you, all the way."

"Yeah, I know you are." Sam looked down at his hands, twisting them nervously in his lap. The shifter's words bounced around his brain: He wants you. He shifted in his seat and bit his lip, the next part of the memory playing involuntarily.

Dean shot him a quick glance out of the corner of his eye. "What?"

"Dean...um..." Sam readjusted in his seat again, the Impala suddenly feeling claustrophobically small. "Well, I, uh-"

"C'mon Sammy, spit it out."

"The...the, uh, shifter. It...well it...there's something..."

Dean shot him an annoyed glare "Sam," he admonished.

"Do you want me?" Sam blurted out, his face blooming scarlet and his skin too hot.

Dean's grip tightened on the wheel. A muscle in his jaw ticked. "What?" His voice was too calm, too measured.

"The shifter, it said you wanted me. It...it kissed me. Do...do you want me that way, Dean?"

Dean was clenching his teeth so hard that Sam could've sworn he heard his jaw creaking. His knuckles were white on the wheel and his face, where Sam expected to see fiery red skin, angry or embarrassed, was drained of all color. Dean didn't respond or even look at Sam, just turned up the radio so loud that neither could hear themselves think.

Sam's stomach was in knots again, and this time, it was worse: he knew it wasn't disgust.

[windydrawallday]

NECK KI-- that's Not a Kiss

For sure he learned it from [Swindle] x'D

[the-kevcorn3r]

i kinda want one of those skeleton grope tank tops

( yknow, one of these. ^^ )

but like, i want to wear it EXCLUSIVELY when we're binding.

i wanna make it look like the skeletons have stolen our boobs and are futile-y coming back for more boobs.

[puppieswh0re]

there’s somethin so finger lickin good about groping porn 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

i was watching some n it’s a hour long video n i’m halfway through. i started touching myself n i came within a minute just bc he ripped her pantyhose n shoved himself in 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[thlayli-ra]

Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from Break These Chains

'Knight had always assumed that you had to be asleep in order to have nightmares. However, as he slowly started to come to, he found to his dread, that he'd been very, very wrong!'

[countercharmda]

Early sexy Sunday thoughts but it’s just about Ren’s butt and thighs. Lad is chonky

[your-subby-creature]

Got a little wine drunk at the memorial day party and now I'm fuzzy and needy again, to precisely nobody's surprise

[sana-yan]

𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 (𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉) 𝕭𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝕿𝖆𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎 (Mar. 19. 1980)

[loveanddeepdick]

cw: slight dubcon, taking pictures, groping (all consensual)

obsessed!geto who loves spoiling you, taking you out on dates and buying you whatever your heart desires because he knows that you’ll let him fuck you in whatever he wants to see you in.

you want a new sweater? it’ll end up bunched around your collarbone as he tugs it up to stare at your tits.

“suguu!! stop it you perv!”, you whine as he intently stares at your mounds, reaching out to fondle them.

“calling me that only turns me on more, angel”

obsessed!geto will get you a necklace with his initial on it, a subtle display of affection. to you, it’s a piece of jewelry that you cherish. but to him, it’s his claim over you.

he watched the small initial necklace bounce against your neck and collarbone, back and forth, as he slammed his cock into you from the back.

drilling his cock into you and smiling, watching the shining metal around you neck, he leaned down to whisper in your ear

“mine, all mine”

obsessed!geto who always has his hands on you at all times, especially when you two are in public. it doesn’t matter if you’re wearing pants or shorts, he’ll have his hand on your ass. even better if you’re wearing a skirt, he’ll put his hand under your skirt and squeeze your cute butt!

if someone tries flirting with you while he’s not there, you best believe he’s coming back, running his hands over your back and wrapping around your waist.

“oh? who’s this, angel? no one? that’s what i thought”

obsessed!geto who just loves taking pictures of you when you’re vulnerable! at first it, it starts with him just taking cute photos of you but when you two start dating, he tests the waters a little, with your permission of course!

when you’re sleeping, when you’re in the shower, when you’re cooking or cleaning, he just loves anything you do!

his personal favorite is one where he snapped a picture of you when you passed out after a mind-numbing orgasm. your face was in your pillow, drooling while your nice little ass was faced up, showing how both of your holes were destroyed, gaping, and full of cum. he’s just so obsessed with you!! <3

AGH i love geto ill make a pt 2 soon

[starsonmarsy]

Just want to fall asleep being fucked, and not knowing how he uses you while you're out? So sleepy and hazy that every memory you have is called into question, not really knowing what's going on around you, just knowing you're a good toy, letting yourself be used at any time.

-🔥💜

yes🥺🥺

[arminsumi]

ㅤ★ ONETWOTHREEFOUR — MAX!

... bully!Gojo loves fucking you in the bathroom stall, turning his creampies into whipped cream inside you. But you know what else he loves? Plugging you up with a vibrator and surprising you by turning it on mid-lecture — and passing the control over to his best friend.

ㅤ★ requested by anon / promptlist

ㅤ★ cws; strictly no under 18s, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, secret public sex/nearly caught (poor confused Choso just getting moaned at), multiple orgasms/creampies, remote toy control, Suguru gets passed the remote, dirty talk, some spanking/ass slapping

There's just no way he can reach your little hole without bending his knees — and still you have to be poised on your tippy toes to let him fuck you.

Body shuddering with your hands splayed against the bathroom stall's pretty pink wall, your skirt fisted in his big hands and your thong pushed to the side of your puffy lips, bully!Gojo thrusts into your poor overused pussy 'till she cries, 'till she gushes, 'till he groans and releases another cumload against your cervix, 'till he turns his creampies into whipped cream.

Sure, his cockhead is oversensitive from plunging into your wet walls, and his balls are sore from slapping into your poor puffy clit for creampie after creampie, and yeah, there's cum dripping down the front of his thighs— but he's fucking you to put you in your place. And with how addicted he is to the feeling of being inside you, getting his pretty pink cock hugged tight by your walls, he just can't stop now.

His hips practically move on their own. His cock keeps telling him not to pull out just yet — it's telling him let's let her have it.

In mock affection, he presses his sweaty cheek against your forehead, white wispy bangs sticking to your skin, eyes glued to your jiggling breasts, big hand coming down to rub your clit. "Insensitive, huh?" he asks in a dangerous coo, "I'll show ya how fucking insensitive I can be." and with that, he's frantically massaging circles on your super fucking sensitive clit.

"Ah! Fuck! T-t-toruuu, I'm sorry! I didn't even mean it, I was just a-angryyy!" you sob out, feeling his mean cockhead rubbing sweet spots deep inside you.

His clit rubbing is ruthless, and he's a messy boy you know he doesn't care that his fingers and palm are coated with your slick.

"Nah, you meant it." he grunts back, blue eyes piercing you with a glare, hips pounding into you from the back, muscles twitchy 'n tensing, "Now stay still 'n take it. I told'ya I was gonna fuck that attitude out of ya, didn't I?"

You let out a strangled moan at his words, nearly going limp against the shuddering bathroom stall's wall. Satoru presses your head against it, smushing your cheek, getting rougher by the second.

He's still tightly fisting your skirt in his hand, other hand sometimes tugging harshly on your pathetically tiny thong — the one he told you to wear today, or else he's gonna throw one of his spoiled rich boy tantrums. He can't resist groping at your soft ass and spreading your ruby red smacked cheeks wide.

Satoru momentarily stills inside you, choking you up with how deep he chooses to keep his throbbing cock, and then he repositions himself; sharp polished black shoes clicking as he spreads his long legs further apart.

"New angle, hope ya like it." he jokes, angling his cock so it curves right against the gummy roof of your pussy, right against that spot.

"Oh fuck!" you cry out when he starts pounding up into your hole, nearly lifting you off your feet with the force of each thrust, makin' your sweaty body jiggle erotically.

He watches you widen your eyes when his cock hits a sweet spot just right, the one that makes your eyes twitch in pleasure 'n your knees buckle.

You're gushing around him, totally soaking his length, pussy too full of his gooey creampies 'n now they're leaking out and running down your thighs.

His cock hits that damn sweet spot again, with more precision than before.

"Oh fuck, fuck! Right there! Fuck me right there, 'Toru!" you chokingly moan, feeling a shockwave of pleasure pulse from your pussy to every point in your body.

"Damn, chill." he chuckles.

Chill? Of course he'd say that while he's fucking you like he's trying to get you cockdrunk. He's pounding into your gummy walls 'n rubbing your clit with this hate-fueled determination.

All you did was talk back to him in class. Just a cutesy little snide remark. You thought it would turn him on. Well, it did turn him on — it also turned his gaze cold and wiped the smirk off his face. Two things that sent shivers down your spine.

Oh, I'm fucked.

The way he leaned back and hummed had your pussy twitching, already getting wet at the thought of what he was gonna do to put you back in your place.

Whiiich brings us back to the last bathroom stall of the men's bathroom, the stall in which your bully is fucking up your guts and turning you into his personal cocksleeve.

He's close, you can tell because that's when his steady, deep strokes slow and he takes two inches out so he can rub annoyingly back and forth across his favorite ridge inside your pussy. And his tell-tale signs? Choppy breathing, brows twisted together, tightened grip on your body, 'n he's got this psychotic smile forming on his face which he likes to press against your sweaty forehead to let ya know how much he's enjoying bullying you.

Just feeling all his cum getting fucked out of your quivering hole makes you want to cum again. It's almost scary. What if you fall apart? You might even scream this time. Nah, who cares honestly? You can't control how your walls squeeze his cock now even though he bitterly scolds you for being too tight, too tiny to take him all.

You can hardly hear the nasty vocabulary he's using on you, 'cause you're too fucked-out on his thick cock, not even caring if the squelching sounds and choking moans escape under the door and echo down your college's corridors. Even if anyone barged in, Satoru would probably just do what he did last week — when someone barged into the spare room while he was in heat 'n balls deep in your pussy — tell 'em to fuck off.

"Fuck me." Satoru groans, "That hot little pussy 's gonna make me cum... 'm gonna cum... gonna fill you up... ahah... fuck."

He's just the type to giggle during the buildup to his orgasm. It sounds almost psychotic — yeah, you knew from day one that he's crazy and his cock is crazy.

His cock gets hotter, then it bursts with thick ropes of cum once again. The both of you savor in the feeling. It's in the aftershocks of his orgasm that Satoru wonders if he's actually falling in love with you.

Then he snaps-to.

"Shit, you're a fucking mess." Satoru grins almost sadistically, sweating like crazy under his uniform.

You're just shivering against the wall as he eases his cum-coated cock out your pussy, sliding past your folds. Cheek smushed against the wall, face looking like you just saw heaven for an hour, you're relishing the buzzy afterglow of getting fucked dumb by your bully.

His hard slap on your ass brings you back to reality. You hear the sound of him pulling his pants up his long legs, dragging up his zipper. The click of his button. Then he plants another hard slap on your stinging cheek.

You groan, teasingly wiggling your cum-filled pussy, feeling his big hands groping the plush of your cheek and spreading it to reveal your twitchy holes — and he just keeps grinning, watching his seed ooze out 'n drip down your pretty thighs — those thighs that are the reason he chased you in the first place.

You'd think he's looking at the Mona Lisa with how he marvels at the sight — but nah, it's just his white, gooey creampies smeared across your lips and inner thighs. "Aw, don't let it drip out or 'm gonna need to plug ya up..."

Trembling, you listen to him unzipping his backpack and rifling around. "What d'you mean?" you ask, looking back at him with a dazed afterglow on your face, but when you do he's already sliding something into your pussy.

"Ahhh, fuck!" you squirm, feeling that hot pink toy push inside and stretch open your cum-soaked walls again. "I'm so tired, gimmie a break!"

"Relaaax, it's just to plug ya up..." he grins mischievously.

"Oh... o-okay... if you say so."

Oh, but what a liar he is.

It's ten minutes after you and him cleaned up and scurried off to your class and took your seats.

Shit — late again. You curse Satoru and his dummy big cock as you settle down.

... then you feel something start to buzz inside you.

"Oh!?" you let out a small gasp.

Vibrations against your sweet spots make your eyes flicker. Your filled pussy freaks out, spasming and twitching like crazy around the toy.

You give a glare of disbelief back at Satoru, who sat two rows behind and above you — duh, so he could always get a nice view of your breasts.

He sees you. He smirks. He raises a pink little controller shaped like a flat egg, and tauntingly shakes it in his hand before clicking a button.

One notch up.

"Nn!" you tighten around the toy.

He watches you freak out from afar, his sweaty face contorting into a diabolically naughty smirk.

Two notches up. Three notches. Off. Onetwothreefour — you gulp and smack the desk — earning a look from your seatmate, Choso.

The toy temporarily turns off.

"... sorry, this question is just so frustrating." you apologize, playing off your random desk smack.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I'm failing this class for sure."

"S-same, honestly." you reply shakily, soothingly rubbing up and down your clenched thighs.

You text Satoru with fervency.

You

'just a plug' my ass! wtf is this thing!

Toru

lol 🍑🔜 and chill... it's just a lil something i picked up for ya

You

ur the devil. i hate u.

Toru

ur hurting my feelings 🥺

Onetwothreefour — max!

"Fuck...!" you gasp again, feeling a dizzy rush as the toy buzzes at max deep inside your pussy.

Choso gives you a concerned side-glance.

"Sounds like you're really having a rough day." he jokes.

You look at him. He's sitting pretty close.

"You have no ideaaaaaahhhhhhh~" you moan back, accidentally cumming right there in front of your classmate.

Immediately clapping your hand over your mouth, you blink at him. Oh no... you just orgasmically moaned against poor, confused Choso's face.

His eyes widen. He blinks. " H u h ? "

Satoru sees this and slides down in his seat, holding in his laughter behind a toothy smile, pearly whites all on display. Now his best friend gives him a look.

"Satoru..." Suguru sighs, catching onto what was happening. "Give the girl a break."

"You wanna try?" he offers Suguru the remote control.

Suguru looks at it. He looks at you, then Satoru, then the toy... and takes it into his hand and chuckles with his best friend behind their textbooks, clicking it to a new pattern.

You just twitch your eyes and then shut them in pleasure, cursing the both of them in your mind while you feel your thighs tremble and feel the toy pulsing. Your pussy squeezes the pink silicone.

And you can hear those dastardly best friends giggling behind your back, watching you wiggle in pleasure, trying to contain your moans. Every time you glance back at them, Satoru makes mocking ahegao faces at you. Suguru just smirks and continues to play with the vibrator.

Oh, you were definitely gonna get 'em back for this.

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