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“yeah? w-wanna fucking repeat that?”
“you heard me,” you batted your eyelashes at him. “you’re a prick.”
“oh, i’m the prick, yeah. yeah, not the person who’s been p-picking on me and calling me names all day. sure.” toby took a drag from his cigarette, eyes like daggers staring you down. you smiled wide at him, hand reaching out to steal his cigarette. he swatted your hand away, grabbing it swiftly and making you gently slap your face. you giggled at him, making him smile at you. it is true—you’ve been messing with him all day, it’s just funny seeing his reaction.
“me? picking on you? aww, i’m sowwy, did i hurt your feewings? do you need a kiss to make it better?” abruptly, he grabbed your jaw, his thumb and fingers gripping your cheeks as he pulled you in closer. you were expecting a kiss, so your eyes fluttered shut. you felt the pressure of his hand ease up before you felt a slap against your face, less playful than when he used your hand to slap you. your jaw dropped a little bit, eyes shooting open to look at him.
“don’t f-fucking mock me, though.” you watched as he smirked at you.
“prick.”
“th-the fuck? did you not just feel me slap you? d-do you need me to do it again?” he looked at you puzzled, slightly tilting his head and waiting for your answer.
“i mean, shit… maybe?” his face dropped, eyes widening, smirk returning to his face as he stood up from the bench you two were sitting at. He stood tall above your sitting frame, peering down at you with a devilish look in his eyes, still smirking. He raised his hand, and you flinched.
“HAH! wrong move, darling.” faster than you could think, you felt his hand slap your face, way harder than the first two slaps. instinctively, you gasped and raised your hand to your cheek, smoothing the tingling sensation rippling through your cheek. toby hooked his hands under your armpits, hoisting you up easily before throwing you over his shoulder.
as toby made his way inside, his hand raked up and down the back of your thigh, cradling your butt. you kicked your legs slightly, waiting impatiently and yelling “put me down!” as he trudged through the house to your shared bedroom. roughly, he shoved the door closed behind him as he threw your body onto the bed, hovering over you.
“y-y-you’re gonna f-fuckin’ pay f-for that, by the way.” he grabbed your hips with a tight, tight grip, as he rocked into your body. you smiled at him and sighed, internally saying “whatever.”
one of his hands left your side, immediately feeling relief in your muscles from his death grip. a slap hit your face again before you felt another rock against your groin. you gasped again, your hand trying to reach your face to soothe it—but toby grabbed your hand, pinning it above your head as your body writhed.
“deal with it,” he said, venom laced in his voice. you looked in his eyes, pleading for relief, and he just looked back at you like meat.
that turned you the hell on, though. so, you rocked your hips against his, arching your back so that he gets the hint of touching you more, or getting your clothes off at least. toby obliges, releasing your hip and letting his hands quickly and frantically roam over your body, before ripping your pants off, throwing them somewhere behind him. he reaches for your shirt, roughly pulling it above your head with almost none of your help. he admired you below him, letting his hands roam again, a little less frantic this time.
toby then rips off his own hoodie, tossing it with the rest of the clothes. you watch as he fiddles with his belt, sliding it out from his belt loops. he had his thinking face on, which is never good. he grabs your hands above your head and guides them in front of you, wrapping the belt tightly around your wrists, pulling and clipping the belt. you watched in slight horror, your breath quickening pace as you watched him bind your wrists. he placed them back above your head, this time unable to move. one hand gently reaches out to grab your chin, guiding your sight to his groin, and the other hand unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down in one swift motion. you could see the tent in his pants very visibly, and your mouth started to water. your legs instinctively opened up more, showing yourself off more to him, and you actually saw his dick twitch. you smiled at that.
he roughly shoved his boxers down, immediately lining up with your slick entrance and letting out a content sigh. “a-ah, fuck, you’re always s-s-so wet for me, baby…” toby almost whispered.
you’re eyebrows crinkled and your back arched again, wishing so badly you could touch him all over. he giggled at your attempts to move your wrists, his hands splaying out against the back of your thighs and butt. his hands both spread you apart and made your legs separate more, exposing you completely to him as he rutted his dick against you. “s-soo fucking pretty like th-this…”
you whined and moaned, “mmm, please just, c’mon, c’mon just fuck me already, pleaaase, stop… just… please, fuck me.”
toby roughly shoved inside you, thank god you were sopping wet. his hips hilted against yours, fully flushed inside of you. your bound hands flew up, trying to help yourself in some way, before he grabbed them and held them down above your head. he sat in that position for about 20 seconds before he started moving at an unrelenting pace, not giving a shit who hears your loud, unbroken moans.
his other hand flew from your hip to your clit, thumb rubbing harsh circles into the nub, overstimulating you quickly. your hips stuttered, and the pleasure proved too much as you tried to call out your impending orgasm. “baby, baby—ba- ah! i’m gonna cum, ahh, please let me cum—”
“no.” toby’s hips flushed to your hips, both hands returning to your hips, and stayed there. you cried out again, trying to rock against him and gain enough friction, but his hands held a death lock on you enough to where you couldn’t move anymore. you whined, moaning and crying out at him.
“ohhhh, please please, i’ll do anything, pleaaa-heheheeeeease, pleaseeee toby, i just wanna cum—”
“no! you’re gonna cum when i say you can cum, and i don’t know wh-when i want you to cum yet, s-so just shut up and wait!” his hips thrusted into you experimentally, but mostly because he couldn’t take not moving inside your plush pussy. you cried out, trying to move your hips still, but failing. he had you in a prime position to fuck the shit out of you and not let you move.
he started to thrust in you again, slow at first, but the pace fastening quickly. your nails dugs into your palms, drawing slight blood from them that drove toby wild to see. his hands stayed gripping your hips, not letting you move as he absolutely rutted into you, you could hear the slap slap against skin echoing throughout the room, and the feeling of his balls slapping hard against you. your back arched, wishing so desperately to rise back up to your orgasm.
toby’s hips started to falter, and you could feel his cock pulse inside of you. you tightened your muscles as much as you could to draw his cock in deeper, as deep as it could go, and he finally groaned and leaned his body into you, face nuzzling in your neck. fingernails digging into your hips, he came deep inside of you. he rutted inside of you a couple times, cum spilling from your hole as he pushed in deeper.
toby pulled out, huffing and still leaning against you mostly. he gave you a kiss on the cheek, hands softening their grip as he moved his hand down to your heat again. he lined his fingers up in his own cum and your slick before rubbing your clit so tenderly, his other hand moving up to massage your breast. you writhed under his touch, so overstimulated from all of the touch you had before, almost reaching orgasm and then being ripped from it. you felt so desperate, so fucking desperate to cum, you felt you could spill all over his hand any second.
you humped his hand, chasing your orgasm. “mmm, you close, baby?” he cooed, watching as your expressions change and contort, knowing you and that your orgasm is close. you nodded your head frantically, toby chuckling in response. his fingers dip from your clit to your hole, inserting two fingers inside of you and pumping them in and out as his thumb starts to circle your clit. your back arched again, toby pinching your nipple as you grinded on his hand to chase your orgasm. you were so overstimulated already, but still so in need of reaching your orgasm.
you were finally there, you were cumming, finally, thank god—but, as soon as you were actually clamping down and seeing stars, his hands evacuated your body, leaving you empty and your orgasm ruined. your hole clenched around nothing, and your clit throbbed against nothing. you whined and choked out, “whyyyy— why, why why! why did you do that to me?”
toby chuckled, maybe even cackling a little bit watching you writhe in your phantom orgasm. his hands returned to your thighs, slowly caressing them as he knelt down before you. he pulled your hips down, pussy meeting his face head-on as he started to lap away the juices flowing from you. your legs started to shake, a gasp croaking from your throat, not ready at all for more stimulation. but, he continues, sucking on your clit hard as you continue to writhe and wriggle. his hands return their death grip on your hips, tongue lapping at your core. you were so fucking overstimulated, tingles flowing from your core up your body, making you wonder if you were gonna have a heart attack. you instinctively rutted against his face, letting pleasure wash over the pain of too much pleasure.
another orgasm bubbled up rather quickly, and this time you didn’t announce it. instead, just rutting on his face and chasing your (hopefully not ruined) orgasm. finally, you felt your muscles relax, and you accidentally squirted on his face as you finally came. you moaned out as you rode his face, not giving a shit if he could breathe or not through all of the wetness. eventually, your legs tired and you fell back onto the bed, panting and still leaking out a bit of wetness. you heard toby panting and wiping his face, standing up straight and keeping his gaze steady to you. toby finally sighed, plopping on the bed next to you. you quickly cuddled up to his frame, eliciting a breathy laugh from him.
“heh… ah, i-i love you, honey. you’re so sweet… and you taste so sweet…” toby whispered lowly to you.
“i… i love you, too.”