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This wasn't like him, no definitely not. He had done some slimy things in life, but like this? This was a new low.
He was honestly being over dramatic, all he was doing was getting his rocks off in a different way, why was it so...embarrassing.
His room was locked, it was an ungodly hour but he didn't wanna risk it even if his room was relatively far from the others, considering how large this place was.
Hands trembling as he reached out and grabbed the dildo he managed to snag from a shop, he went in different clothes and everything, usually relying on his hand buying this was out of his territory. He was already bare, stripped down with nothing between him and the place and purple sheets beneath him.
The sheer size of this thing was intimidating enough, but he mustered up his courage and grabbed the lube as well.
Soon he was situated in some position, trying to work himself up, he had been denying himself pleasure for a while, like some cruel mind game on his behalf, he deserved it, he was scum.
"I can,,do this.."
Licorice was propped up using his elbow for support as he prepped himself, the lube shining against his ass and inner thighs, already making a mess. Fingers slowly worked their way inside of him, making him gasp, biting his lip to muffle any noise.
One turned into two, a steady pace, scissoring them in and out, heavy panting filling his room. His cock was straining against his stomach but he dare not touch himself, not yet, he didn't earn it.
"Ugh,,I'll be a good boy..! I promise, pleaseee!!~"
He whimpered out into the air, the plead falling upon empty ears.
"I've been so good this week.." He panted out, pulling the fingers from himself.
With a flushed face he grabbed the dildo, it was nothing special, plain and purple with a flared base. Lubing that up as well before pressing it to his hole.
His cock was already weeping and it twitched when he managed to push the tip inside, his body shivering.
He pushed in another few inches before repremanding himself.
"N-no..not yet" just to whine after, why was he doing this? He WAS a good boy this week, he did everything asked of him with a swiftness and yet he was torturing himself, and that thought made his stomach fill with butterflies. His hand found his cock as he squeezed it, setting an agonizing pace for himself.
"You're a wh-whore mnph!" He panted, moans already echoing, "Doing basic tasks like a-a dog!"
His free hand found the base of the dildo, starting to move it deeper into him.
He keened, a ragged noise leaving his mouth. This is what he deserved, he knew it, this perfect little in between, this was just for him. Rolling his hips against the toy he saw stars, he found his sweetspot, a blessing and a curse.
Moans of his own praise left his mouth.
"I'm s-so good, you're such a good b-boy Licorice..!"
He was so desperate, grinding against his hand and the toy like his life depended on it, he looked like something out of a porn. His heartbeat was thudding in his ears as he drew closer, so early too, how pathetic.
He stopped stroking himself and let out a pitiful groan from the loss.
Licorice was nearly buzzing from all the thoughts he had going on in his head. He imagined a rough cookie, handling him like he was nothing but a ragdoll, using him like the whore he was, yet on the flip side, he imagined a softer cookie, praising him and making him cum till he couldn't see straight. His stomach did flips from those thoughts and just like that, the knot snapped.
He felt his cum splatter along his stomach and chest, though he didn't stop to see the damage. His wrist still flicking the toy in and out, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.
"Good boy, good boy, good boy, good boy..!"
He praise himself, a shaky hand gripping his sensitive cock once more.
"A-again, p-please!~" his back arched and he let out a loud cry, it was coming again, he wanted it so bad, that's what he needed.
Bucking wildly into his hand, he looked a mess. His Locs had fallen from the messy bun they were in, his face was flushed to the deepest color it's ever been, he was fucking drooling for crumbs sake.
Just a little more, one more push. He whimpered as he came again, imagining being bent over and spanked for every wrong task. Another rush of cum but he didn't stop, his wrist was going to be sore but he didn't care. The squelching noise of his release filled the air he was trying to pull away from himself, it was too much!
"P-please, again, I wa-wanna cuMm!!~"
He seen nothing but white, squeezing his cock just a little too roughly as he tensed up for the last time that night. Little beads of cum left him that time, his chest heaving with every breath he welcomed in.
He went limp the dildo slipping out with a pop while his hand moved away, little noises coming from his mouth as he basked in the afterglow, everything was so fuzzy.
He didn't know how long he laid there, grabbing a towel to wipe the ropes of cum off of his shaking body, already planning his next bit of alone time.