ᡣᥫ᭡. Teacher's (favorite) toy ⊹ ˑʚଓ
𓏲ּּAbout𝄢 A pocket pussy synched to you falls into his hands. What's the worst that could happen?
𓏲ּּFeaturing𝄢 Rafayel ホムラ
𓏲ּ CW𝄢 NSFW | MDNI | porn no plot, onahole, usage of actual sex toys, a little of Professor!Rafayel bc hell yeah, F!squirting, technically double penetration, cervix fucking, clit stimulation, some exhibitionism, overstimulation, tears, creampie.
🪽Dove's notes: im back on my bullshittt !! Three down, two more to go!
Rafayel is a born tease. Not the light-hearted, goofy type, no, what gets him off is watching people— Specifically you— squirm because of his words and actions. He knows every tell and nervous tic you have and soaks it in when he is all up and personal in your business. There is truly no greater joy to him than knowing he's stuck in your mind 24/7, making you pout and frown all cute. Gods, he could just gobble you up whole.
And, well, when he's given an all access pass to play with your body anytime and anywhere he wants? He may just start believing he's blessed again.
"Then sit in today's lecture, we can grab dinner together after I'm done." The suggestion had slid in smoothly during the morning discussion about plans for later. Rafayel have been awfully well behaved for the last week despite the new found power he received, which had the exact opposite effect of soothing your nerves and instead has kept you on edge all day, every day. You knew he was planning something— Long used to his mischievous self by now— and the radio silence only meant one thing when it came to him: Absolute and guaranteed chaos.
The lecture hall was full as always. All eyes on the pretty professor in front of the class, explaining something you weren't actually listening to because the feeling of something pressing against your clit since the beginning of class has kept your mind busy. It, whatever it was, wasn't doing anything— Not vibrating or sucking. Not even pushing into your entrance. It was just... there, which drove you insane with both curiosity and frustration.
Rafayel noticed you growing progressively more antsy, gaze flickering when you crossed and uncrossed your legs multiple times like you couldn't quite find a comfortable position.
"I'll be reviewing your projects next so pay attention." He spoke clearly to his students, calmly walking over to his bag to look for the papers he'd need, and in addition also use the chance to push the bullet vibe inside your cunt, catching in the corner of his eye the way your entire body jumped in your the seat and feigning ignorance when he returned with the paperwork in one hand, the other tucked in the pocket of his pants. Throughout boring speeches his finger would play with the intensity, completely ignoring the burning glare coming from the back of the class and containing his smile at the sight of you pressing your knees together— If it was to somehow make it less intense or to chase your own orgasm Rafayel doesn't know, and to be honest, he doesn't really care either way.
Because now he has complete control and you can count on your pussy being abused and left puffy from the many games he intends on playing with you during the most inconvenient of times. Whenever he texts "Where u at" or "Whatchu up to" and you fail to respond within the next thirty minutes he will make sure you remember his existence by stuffing you with random objects of varying sizes (and shapes) throughout the hours, leaving you completely drenched and weak at the knees by the end of the day.
Needless to say, Rafayel has a preference of doing it when he can watch you, of course. His pleasure comes from how you squirm and struggle to maintain your composure while in public when his fingers join the dildo pushed all the way to the rim inside your dripping cunt, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing the sight of of waddling next to your friend, barely capable of keeping your legs from trembling when his thumb circles your swollen clit, feeling the way your walls tighten around his digits, about to come, only for him to pull everything out at once and leaving you hanging.
Not to worry, he has a treat reserved strictly for you later.
"Well, if that's the problem..." He drawls out when you come complaining about his earlier antic, tracing your folds with the tips of his fingers before spreading the silicone mold, pushing one of his bullet vibe inside unceremoniously, not sparing you a glance as he grabs the largest dildo he had at his disposal (shopping has always been a passion of his) and shoving it alongside all the way to the hilt. One of his legs crosses over the other as his eyes flicker to your shaking form over his reading glasses, tutting his tongue at your reduced form in front of him.
"N-Not all at once—" You struggled to say it as your knees buckled and a strained whine escaped your throat, squirting all over his carpet as the stubborn dildo was pushed deeper inside of your gummy walls, hands clutching the fabric under you as you panted like a bitch in front of him.
"I don't give you what you want, you complain. I give you what you want, you complain." He leaned his head against his hand, keeping his expression stern and bored, the same one he uses with the bad students in his grade. "You're making this so hard for me. I have feelings too, you know?" He went on, sighing dramatically while standing up from his chair, stopping right in front of him, hovering above your poor self with a hand on his hip. The other reached down, pulling your chin up to look at him then slowly he let his palm slide down, wrapping around your neck gently and pulling you up and closer so his lips brushed against yours, "You certainly seem satisfied in my eyes. Should I just leave you like this for the rest of the night?" he threatened, words laced with a cruel mock consideration.
"Raf', please...You haven't touched me in over— Ah, a whole week, c'mon.." You finally found your voice again through your fifth orgasm just today. The glint in his eyes after you said is all the answer you needed and perhaps it was both hell and heaven wrapped in a single man.
The wet and obscene sounds of his thighs slapping against yours filled the dimly lit office, one of his hands clutched tightly into your hair as he kept your chest pressed against the desk while the other held up one of your legs. "If you're this loose maybe I did take it a little too far." He murmured cynical, watching the tears roll down your face and mouth hang open dumbly as the nth climax wrecked through your trembling body. The dildo was pushed right into your cervix still, not to mention the constant buzzing of that dammed vibe as his cock took the opportunity to reach even deeper than usual— You were being spread out so good it made your vision blur, thighs dripping with slick as he dragged himself out slowly just to make you feel each burning inch of him before he buried himself all the way into and through your actual cervix, pumping you full of his seed.
You won't dare to leave him out to dry so soon once he's done with you, of that he is sure.
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