somno, PiV, begging, biting, dry humping, orgasm denial
At first, Toby would creak open the door of your bedroom while you slept, just out of curiosity. A moment of perversion that nobody would ever find out about, a silent sin just for him.
He'd peer in, memorizing your sleeping form. Your vulnerable position, your slow and soft breathing, how your hair was sprawled all over your pillow. Your vulnerability made his dick ache, and he had to physically stop himself from crawling into bed with you.
Of course you and Toby had missions together, maybe the occasional smoke session, but you were never quite close enough. Not in the way he wanted you to be, anyway. He savored the moments you happened to be close to him, your smooth skin brushing against his scar ridden body, the feeling giving him a high that he couldn't recreate with anything else.
He had obviously jerked off to you before, but only to the thought of you. Never did he think he'd stoop this low; coming into your bedroom at night, wishing to be the blanket that wrapped around you.
He'd palm himself while keeping his gaze on you, admiring the way your chest rose and fell. Slowly, he'd slide his hand into his pants, careful to not make any noise. He'd stroke himself in synch with your gentle breaths, a silent plea to be closer connected with you.
Quickly, he learned that you are in no way a light sleeper, as you would display no reaction to any of his verbal tics. Even after he whistled once, your sleeping face was unwavering. Somehow, this made it better for him: he could grunt and groan right next to you and you'd give zero reaction.
On one particularly warm summer night, you opted for a tank top and shorts instead of the usual oversized t-shirt. And though Toby would usually get his fix watching you from your doorway, he couldn't help but come closer.
Slowly, he walked over to your bed. You were laying on your back, blankets half covering you, and he thought it was the hottest thing ever. Part of the pleasure was knowing what he's doing is wrong, and disgusting.
He stared at your face almost innocently, his eyes filled with admiration and longing. You looked so pure, like a baby deer. He felt terrible for "corrupting" that image of you, but couldn't help chasing the feeling it gave him.
He gently placed his hand on your chest, feeling the way it rises and falls. His thumb rubbed circles on your collarbone, and he couldn't stop staring at your face.
Then, his hand landed on your breast, feeling the warmth of it against his hand, before giving it a gentle squeeze. He bit back a whimper when your body subconsciously arched against his hand.
"F-Fuck." He whispered, squeezing your breast again. The way your body reacted to just his hand made his dick strain against his pants, the way you unknowingly allowed him to touch you so sensually set him off. Something about you wanting him without knowing it made him feel some sort of deep connection with you, like you definitely wanted him back just because of this.
Almost hesitantly, he leaned his head down, neck twitching, and pressed his lips against yours. He was so gentle, the kiss was barely even there, partly to not awake you, but partly so he didn't lose control. Toby knows himself; one sloppy kiss and he's cumming in his pants.
He pulled away slowly, trying to see if you woke up from the contact, and let out a sigh upon seeing your soft sleeping face.
His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb resting against your lip.
"Shit," he mumbled, "y'lips are s-so fucking warm."
He traced his thumb over your lips, admiring how soft they are. Suddenly, and carefully, he crawled next to you in bed. He stays tense, being careful to not stir the bed too much, and places his hand on your lower stomach.
His pinky gradually inches under your sleep shorts, almost giving him space to decide if he should really go through with what he wants to do.
Ultimately, he slides his hand into your panties. His hand rests against your sex as he looks back up at your face, focusing on the way your eyebrows slightly furrow, your lips parting.
His hips twitch, craving friction against his straining dick. He slid his fingers against your heat, feeling how soaked you are. Slowly, he rubs his fingers against your clit. You let out a quiet mix of a whimper and a moan, and it makes his hips stutter. He doesn't want to wake you, but he can't deny the feeling you're inflicting upon him. He continues rubbing you, loving the sounds he's eliciting from your lips.
The way the moonlight was hitting your body, the way you smelt, the way your brows would furrow when he rubbed just right, it was intoxicating to him.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying how your body was reacting to his fingers, your hips moving against him. Subconsciously, he began rutting against your leg as he touched you, imagining his dick replacing his hand.
He slid his fingers down, covered in your slick, teasing your entrance. Carefully, he slid two fingers in, admiring how your flesh squeezed against him.
Suddenly, he feels you stir. His eyes dart to your face, widening as he sees you waking up.
You let out a whine as your rubbed your eyes before looking down, seeing Toby, and feeling his fingers inside of you.
He stared back at you, beginning to remove his fingers, mumbling frantically, "I'm so s-sorry-"
"Don't stop," you whine, bucking your hips. "Please." You finish.
He stares at you unsurely, before readjusting his fingers. He slides them in and out with ease. Quietly, he whispers, "L-Like this?"
"Yes," you gasp, "just like that, Toby." You can't help but arch, leaning your head back into the pillow. You hadn't yet comprehended the situation; you woke up to one of your best friends laying in your bed, fingers buried in you. Something felt so deliciously dirty about the moment, he was so cocky in the beginning, but now nervous and eager to please.
Abruptly, Toby leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss. You returned it eagerly, moaning against his lips.
He rubbed his clit with your thumb, desperate to feel you moan against him once more. He bit your bottom lip roughly, soothing it with a gentle lick. "S-Sorry," he grunted, "I got exicted."
You smiled against his lips, biting back a giggle.
"Felt... good." you reassured, hoping he'd do it again. His fingers kept moving, meeting in time with your moans. The way he studied you was exhilarating, his eyes going back and forth between your pussy and your face, as if he couldn't tell which he wanted to stare at more.
He felt you flutter around his fingers, nearing your peak. He leaned down, placing a firm kiss against your lips, before he breathed, "don't cum until I tell you. O-okay?"
You looked up at him, whining, "I- I won't. M'promise."
He grinned, leaning his face down into your neck. Then, he bit roughly, while at the same time curling his fingers roughly inside of you. You whined, stunned at the sudden pain. At the same time, something about it felt good.
He licked your neck, for pleasure or for licking drawn blood you couldn't tell, but it made you clench around his fingers. He placed another rough bite lower on your neck, his teeth slowly sinking into you.
"F-Fuck," he cursed, "your skin, it's so.."
"Come here, Toby," you mumbled, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating somehow, and he was so rough it almost felt gentle. He pulled his fingers out, eliciting a moan from you because of the loss.
"N-Need more," he whined against your lips, "Need more of you." He humped your leg faster, chasing release.
"Tell me what you want," you breathed, lacing your fingers in his hair.
"Y-your pussy," he grunted, "I want you- I want to make you cum on my dick."
You sat up, giving him one last rough kiss. Swiftly, you straddled his lap. His hands grasped your hips, pulling you flush against him, rubbing your closed sex against the tent in his pants. You moved your hips in time with his, letting out quiet whines, before your hands traveled down to unbutton his pants.
His tip was already covered in pre-cum, completely flushed. You wrapped a hand around it, squeezing it, before giving it a rough stroke.
Toby groaned, his hips bucking up. "God, I knew y-you had good hands." He whimpered. "K-Knew you'd be perfect."
You grinned as you let go of him, leaning back. You lifted up to slide your shorts off, tossing them to the side. Toby's hands shot out, grabbing your hips, tracing the lace edges of your panties with his thumbs. "Leave t-these on," he mumbled. "Looks cute. R-Real cute."
You nodded in response, letting out a whine as he pulled you close to him once more. His hand trailed down, teasing your clothed pussy. His fingers traveled up and down your slit, drowning himself in the feeling of your slick soaking through.
He pulled your panties to the side, exposing you partially. You cupped his cheek, mostly for a sense of stability, before lining yourself up with his tip. He whined at the contact, forcing himself not to buck up. "W-We can go slow, yeah? Don't w-wanna hurt' ya," he rasped.
You look up, eyes meeting his. Somehow, he was the vulnerable one now; here he was, exposed, just for you. Something about him was so innocent, his brown curls falling in his face, his habit of nervously chewing his lip, it felt so real.
You slowly sink down onto him, feeling every curve and vein against your sensitive walls. It hurt, but felt so good. It felt like your souls were intertwining, a feeling that inflicted something bittersweet on the moment, but nonetheless beautiful.
Toby groaned, pressing his lips against yours sloppily. The kiss was so raw, so genuine. Your teeth clicked, and you felt Toby smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Unhurriedly, you began to move your hips up and down, letting out a whine at the lingering ache. Toby simply kissed your cheek before whispering, "I-I've gotcha. It's o-okay."
"Too... big," you mumbled. Toby let out a boyish chuckle, resting his hands on your hips.
After a moment of adjustment, you began to move. You clung to his shoulders, whining into his neck. He pulled your hips down hard, admiring the way his dick disappeared into you. Every sound you let out made his dick twitch, leaving him completely defenseless. He trailed his thumb down to your clit, rubbing rough circles.
"Shit," you whined, "keep doing that." His rough hands littered with blisters and cuts felt tender against you. You chased your own release, bouncing your hips, savoring the way his tip hit your g-spot so roughly.
You brushed your lips against his, whining against them. "M'close," Toby grunted, kissing your lips almost violently. You bit his bottom lip, feeling yourself squeeze around him. The way he's hitting your g-spot mixed with the rough circles he's rubbing on your clit inches you closer to your release. "Mm.. me too," you mumble, pushing yourself closer to him. His smell was so musky, smelling like the lingering earthy scent of the forest.
"Fuck," Toby breathed, "squeezing me so f-fucking good." He uncontrollably bucked his hips up with little to no rhythm, letting out desperate whimpers.
Your orgasm flowed through you in forceful waves, making you spasm around his cock. He let out a mix of a moan and groan, his own release coursing through him. He continued bouncing you on him, helping you ride out your orgasm. He lied down with you, pulling you flush against him, still inside of you.
His uneven breaths came out softly against the top of your head. Sweetly, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, before whispering, "D-Did so good f-for me. So good".
You couldn't help but let your lips curl up into a slight smile, resting your head against his chest. You'd seen this gentle side of Toby before, but it was rare.
His arms were limp but firm around you, keeping you against him like you were the most precious thing in the world.
my first time writing smut lol bear 🐻 with me
(dividers are not mine, credits to XxRosemixX on pinterest)
