“can i touch you?” - short but sweet ticci toby x reader
Your eyes remained stuck on the brunette at the other side of the room. Save for the moonlight shining through the window, the lights were off and you were disheveled from the day. His goggles and his muzzle were off his face now. Torn skin exposed molars, freckles garnished atop his flushed cheeks. His head jerked to the side, a common tic of his.
“I-I m-missed you,” He stammered out. His Tourette’s caused his words to come out in frequent stuttering. At his care, you couldn’t control the smile that grew on your lips, shyly curling a stray piece of hair behind your ear.
“I did too,” The room’s silence gradually grew louder and louder. Toby had been gone for a couple of days, and you tried to act like you cared as much as any plain friend would, but it was much more than that. You found your fragile heart aching every second he was away from you, and for that you felt ashamed. Secretly hoping that maybe he felt the same…
Inching closer, Toby twitched once or twice. “W-what did I m-miss? Anything g-good?”
You stood in front of him and couldn’t look him in the eye nor show him how flushed you truly were. “Not really… just the same thing as every day. It was a little boring without you, though…”
Toby paused for a moment, his eyes then softening with a longing gaze into yours. His eyelashes fluttered as he blinked. Every detail of his pretty face didn’t go unnoticed by you any longer… he was perfect. Inch by inch, he was perfect.
You thrusted your arms around his body, and he flinched, but wrapped his arms around you to return your embrace. His lips pecked the top of your head lightly as he played with the ends of your hair from behind your back. Toby’s cheeks only got darker from the feeling of your chest pressed against his own.
That’s when you finally came to terms with the fact that you truly loved him. Your heart seemed to churn in your chest and hammer in your ears. As it pressed to Toby’s, you could feel his heartbeat race, and you were sure that he felt yours as well. They intertwined like a knot.
Toby put his jagged, calloused hands on your cheeks to tilt your face, and pressed his rough lips to your chapped ones. It was a soft kiss, nothing too sloppy or overly turbulent… just gentle yet still pouring his heart into it.
He pulled away from the kiss and embraced you once again, leaning down to your ear. “I-I love y-you.” He whispered gently, sending shivers down your spine. “S-Say it back… p-please say it b-back…”
“I love you,” Toby gripped you tighter as you returned his love in the dark.
That night, he laid beside you in your bed, tired as hell from his long time away from you. He held you in his arms, his legs and arms clinging to you in complete silence. He couldn’t help but stare at your chest, which he constantly thought about touching and caressing. Even before this night, Toby’s mind flooded with images of him touching your chest, kissing it. He didn’t give a single shit about size, boobs are boobs, and everything about you is absolute perfection.
He’s not going to act upon it until you say yes, though. While he may be a serial killer, he’s not willing to go that far. He’s too damn shy anyway. His father had always tried to indoctrinate the “be a man and just go for it” mentality within his young mind. Toby knew damn well it was wrong to carry that out.
In his mind, he fought with himself, trying to ask if he could touch you. Would you say no, think he’s a creep and push him away? That’s his biggest nightmare… for you to be scared of him.
“C-can I t-touch you?” Toby finally blurted out.
“Y-your… uh… your ch-chest…” He mentally braced for rejection, not meeting your eyes. He flinched and jerked a couple times before for answered.
“Uh… yeah, sure,” You nodded your head yes. It felt as if a massive, neurotic weight was lifted off his shoulders. “Just… be gentle, okay?”
“O-okay!” Toby’s hand slid up from your waist to your left breast, which was uncovered below your oversized t-shirt. A short noise left your lips, and he gripped the clothed flesh a little more, yet remained gentle with your body. His hand jerked, making you whimper. “S-sorry…”
“It’s alright…” He moved his hand away and placed it under your shirt, his cold, rougher hand sending shockwaves up your spine. You could feel the constant usage of his axe and its impact on his skin, creating a hardened shell. He almost drooled at the feeling of the soft mound of your stomach as his hand brushed near your beautiful chest.
Under your shirt, he came back to the same breast he had began with earlier. His grip remained as light as possible, careful not to hurt you with any sudden movements.
“Y-you’re really b-beautiful…” He whispered as he kneaded your breast in his hand. Your face blurred with red. Soft noises and moans slipped out from between your teeth.
“So are you,” You smiled and said back, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his again. It was sloppier this time, his tongue tying with yours… he rested the weight of his body between your legs, making sure to keep his grip on your breast yet still kissing you.
He pulled away with a bashful smile and a jerk of his head. That’s when he lifted your shirt over the top of your breasts, looking down at them with wide eyes. Those freckled cheeks flushed. His dream finally became reality. The corners of his mouth curled up further in a smirk, including the muscle around the exposed teeth on his face that you loved dearly.
Lowering his head between your breasts, he kissed the skin gently, and you moved your hands to rake through his pretty chestnut brown hair. He pressed kisses against multiple spots on your chest. “I-Is this o-okay?”
“Yes… it’s okay,” His other hand trailed to your right breast as he swirled his tongue around your left one. You flinched on impact, whimpers slipping right out before you could catch them. Toby liked your noises, and it was imperative that more came out all because of him.
“N-no one will t-touch you l-like this,” He whispered quietly against your sensitive skin. “I-I won’t let a-anyone.”
