Over the Edge - Ticci Toby x F!Reader
WARNING: the dove is dead folks. This fic contains piss play/watersports. Reader discretion is advised.
Summary: A night on the porch. Two kids. Two beers.
“Y-You’ve never ‘shot-gunned’ a beer b-before?”
“Now that I'm thinking about it, no."
“Well, n-now you have to try it. C’mere.”
A/N: Let this be a tale of caution, once you let yourself have one weird kink, there will be others that follow it. I fell into the medplay - puss-lay pipeline. I promise im ashamed. but alas, I must be the change I want to see in the world. im so sorry this took so long to write for no good reason I was being lazy. anyway REQUESTS ARE OPEN :DDD if anyone cares
“Y-You’ve never ‘shot-gunned’ a beer b-before?”
“Now that I'm thinking about it, no. Honestly, I never really drank before I met you guys.”
“Well, n-now you have to try it. C’mere.”
You and Toby had been out on the porch for far too long now. What started as a couple drinks had turned into stories and taking every opportunity to one up each other. The boy handed you another beer before getting his own. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. He grabbed your hand that was holding the can, carefully puncturing a small hole on the side of it. You had to gently move it back towards yourself, in an attempt to not spill it. Over time, the beer had become warm; It tasted awful now, but you had both reached the stage where you didn't really care. HE quickly poked his own can before looking back up at you with a mischievous smile.
You hummed in response and quickly nodded your head with a large smile.
You simultaneously tipped back your heads with the aluminium kissing your mouths. You felt as the ale poured down your throat, although it almost felt like it went to your head with how you were feeling. You could see out of the corner of your eye as the beer was seeping out of his mouth through the scars in his cheeks. He felt the beer going down his chin, which was evident by the way his eyes went wide and he ripped the can from his mouth to wipe his chin. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight, carefully removing the can from your mouth so as to not spit take in his already beer-soaked face.
“It’s b-been a while, alright?”
He hunched over, pulling up the bottom hem of his hoodie and bringing it to his face to wipe off his mouth. With this, you got a clear view of his abdomen. He was noticeably skinny with lots of scars, both new and old. Near the bottom, you could spot a happy trail, which gave you an undeniable warm feeling. You realized you were staring and focused your attention back to him. After all that, he had still somehow managed to miss some of the beer. You could see the moonlight shining off of it, still coating some of his cheek and dripping down his chin.
You pulled your sleeve up over your hand and stepped closer to him. You put one hand on his other cheek while you tried to maneuver around his cheek opening. You knew it didn't hurt, but it was sort of a force of habit. You moved his face around in the moonlight, trying to make sure you got all of it. While you wiped, you flashed your eyes up to his face and saw a smug smile. You smirked in response before looking back at his cheek.
You rolled your eyes playfully, while his smile only grew.
“You know what look. The look when you're about to cause some trouble. You invented the damn look.”
He let out a deep chuckle while you gave his face one last wipe before moving your hand back down to your side. While they were making their way though, his own hands landed on your wrists, planting them on his shoulders.
“You’re n-not wrong. I was t-thinking about getting into some t-trouble. Actually, I thought we c-could get into some trouble.”
You let out a small chuckle as you removed your hands and turned to look out into the woods, leaning against the railing of the porch.
“Hasn’t s-stopped me b-before.”
You felt as he placed his chin onto your shoulder, crouching down to meet your height. You looked down at your feet for a moment, trying to hide the pink tint that was quickly spreading across your cheeks.
“Don’t you think you've done enough damage for one night?”
Before you got the chance to protest, his mouth dove into the crook of your neck, working its magic. He knew all the right places to suck, and where to plant gentle kisses. You couldn’t help your giggles, nor the large smile that worked its way onto your face. His hands snaked down to your waist, with his thumbs moving back and forth along your stomach.
“Tobyyy” you said, with a sing-songy voice “Are we really doing this right now?”
“What t-time better than the p-present?” he spat out when he finally came up for air.
The grip he had on your waist only became stronger as he spun you around and lifted you up onto the railing. It was old, far too old for a grown person to be sitting on it. Normally, you wouldn’t trust it, but you trusted Toby. You brought your left leg up and hooked it around his waist, pulling him closer to you.
He was muttering something under his breath, but you didn’t know if it was to you or himself. Frankly, it hadn’t occurred to you to care. When he made you feel this good, it was hard to focus on anything else. You tossed your head back and closed your eyes, giving him more room to work with. He happily accepted the challenge. His tongue lapped every square inch of your neck, coating you with the scent of beer. You felt as one of his hands left your waist and guided your leg between his own. He began to grind back and forth on your thigh, the friction between the two gifting you with small whimpers that spilled from him. Your hands found themselves on his biceps, squeezing when he did something real good.
It was just one word, but you both knew what it meant, it was a warning. A quick reminder to him saying ‘not here’. He stayed for only a moment longer, before prying himself from you. He lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder, fireman style. You both spilled out laughs the whole journey to his room. Before you knew it, he had flipped you over his shoulder and you landed with your back on the bed. His knees met the mattress, straddling you while his thumbs hooked under your waistline.
“Toby, just take my fucking pants off.”
With that, he slid your pants off, disposing of them into the darkness of the room. He swiftly took your panties off and tried to be discreet about the fact that he had slid them into his back pocket; you were in fact too blinded by lust to care. For a moment, he just sat there and admired it. The sudden shift from quick paced bliss to the seemingly gentle and utter awe was enough to get your attention. He licked his lips and let his neck twitch a few times before looking down at you. That same smile spread across his face as he moved forward, entering a sort of downward dog position. His eyes stayed locked onto you the whole time. He finally looked down at your core once more, no doubt noticing how it glistened in the moonlight.
“A-all this, just for me? You r-really shouldn’t have.”
You let out a small, annoyed chuckle. You weren’t really in the mood for banter at the moment, but it was Toby’s specialty after all.
Your voice was raspy and small, you were trying not to show how desperate you were already, trying to concentrate on the pleasure. Like when you wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and try to savor the sleepy feeling before turning the lights on.
With that, he only inched closer to you. You could feel his hot breath contrast with your cold slick, creating an electrifying feeling. Suddenly, he dove in. His tongue carefully worked its way up and down your folds, attempting to map out the area. He moved up to your clit, taking his time to circle around it excruciatingly slow. Your eyes clamped shut and your head moved back, sinking deeper into the pillow. It didn’t help that you were in his bed, so everything smelled like him. It smelled like cheap beer and smoke, like pine and fire wood. The smell itself was erotic enough to take you places you couldn’t even dream of.
He worked wonders down there. He knew the perfect times of when to switch from your opening, to back up to your cunt. He knew how to wrap his lips around it perfectly and intensify the already passionate feeling. Every kiss that he placed was like a gift from the heavens. When Toby ate, it was almost an out of body experience. The boy ate like he was starving, he lapped every square inch of you, hitting every nerve you had. He behaved like he needed it, like he was the one being pleasured. In fact, it seemed as if he enjoyed it more than you did, which based off of how you were feeling at the moment, seemed impossible.
When he hit a certain angle, your hand flew down to his head, grabbing into his hair. He let out a small moan at the sudden pull, murmuring small ‘thank you’s into your core. Your other hand had subconsciously tangled itself into the sheet, turning your knuckles white from how tightly you wound it. Your foot had found itself in the small of his back, while your hand continued to clutch onto his hair, directing where you wanted him to go. His hands had scooped up your thighs, holding them accordingly so he could get the maximum amount of your pussy into his mouth at one time.
You called out his name while your eyes were clamped shut. Your bit your bottom lip as squeaks and moans poured out from behind it. He only continued to mutter to himself but you felt as the vibrations traveled from his mouth into your core, further amplifying his work.
“Keep going Tobes. Y-you’re do so good. Fuck…so good.”
His own moans purred out, evenutally fizzelling into whimpers. While you grinded away on his working tongue, the tip of his nose hit your clit, ensuring pleasure no matter where he ate from. His face was now completely nuzzled into you, almost impossible to see any of his mouth. As you reached closer and closer to your peak, your hips began to buck, almost subconsiously. Your body reacted in ways it hadn’t before, a wide display of how amazing you were feeling, so amazing you weren’t even in control of your own body anymore. It wanted as much of Toby as possible and it was going to get it. You could tell he was enjoying it too. You felt as his fingernails had began to dig into your thighs, deep enough to leave a mark. You even felt as his eyelashes fluttered back and forth on your skin. Your head somehow pushed even further into the pillow as you spilled exclamations and pulled even harder on his dark hair.
“I’m- f-fuck…Toby I’m gonna…”
He wasted no time getting to his grand finale. He lapped harder than he had all night, his tongue reaching even deeper than what you thought was possible. Your cried became louder, which were responded to with more moans and graditude. His continues ‘thank you’s had now switched to ‘please’s, the boy was literally beggin you to cum on his face, like it was the ultimate prize. He ate until you felt like you were floating. You felt like you were being pulled taut and you were mere second away from snapping in half. Violent shivers seemed to crash through you like waves, leaving you shaking. You opened your mouth as you tried to praise him once more but when you opened your mouth, nothing came out. It was like he had actually melted your brain, like being pussy drunk was contagious.
You flashed your eyes open to look down and check on him, give him a nod for conformation. As soon as you tilted your head forward, your eyes were met with his. You were done for. The second you got a glimpse of that familiar brown, you were sent over the edge. You felt as your back arched to new heights and your foot pressed down hard into his back. Your hands physically couldn’t hold on any tighter, you could even feel the muscles start to tense up. Your mouth spilled out ungodly noises, along with a healthy sprinkle of Toby’s name. You felt as he licked you through it, gradually slowing down until he eventually came to a stop. His face emerged from between your thighs as you finally came to. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw him sitting there, panting. The entire bottom half of his face was shiny, completely coated with your slick. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the sight.
“You did so good baby, so good.”
You reached your hand out, directing his to place his cheek in it. You held his face in your cupped hand and stared at him for a moment while you both caught your breath.
The only thing he managed to respond with was, “Again.”
“Okay, just give me a second. I need to-”
Without another word, he began undoing his belt buckle. As he sat up, you noticed a wet spot on the crotch of his jeans.
“W-what did you expect when you t-talk to me like that?”
He threw his jeans off the side of the bed and hurriedly began working on getting off his boxers. When his member sprang out, it was already incredibly hard. It was dripping with a mix of cum, pre-cum, and sweat. While you were distracted, his mouth came crashing down onto yours. You could taste yourself on him, along with blood that had started dripping from his mouth scars. He ate you so hard, he had ripped open wounds that had thought to be healed. His hands landed on the side of your face as he completely consumed himself with you. In this moment, you were his whole world, and he was yours. Yours hands snaked their way into his hair, your most favorite plaything. You began to tug and pull as you felt his cock grind up against your inner thigh for the second time that evening.
His mouth moved down to your neck, once again leaving purpled tattoos in its wake. Just as your eyes fluttered closed oce more, you felt him sit up. He wiped the dew that had accumulated on his forehead before lining himself up. He carefully inserted himself, slowly enough that you could both feel the stretch. Your walls closed in around him, holding him tight while you absorbed the miraculous feeling. You let out a small hiss as you pulled on his hair once more. He started off slow and gentle, like he was testing his limits. You both knew you could handle it, you would just have to get used to it at first.
He let out shaky whimpers at the feeling, while his forearms came down to support him at the side of your hips. He burried his face in your chest, using it as a pillow and bringing his hair closer to you. He slowly started to thrust inside of you, in fact, it was begrudgingly slow.
“Toby…I need you to speed up baby. Y-You’ve got this.”
“Mm, hm. Ngh- Okay…o-okay.
Your breath shuddered and caught in your throat as you felt his speed pick up. He knew what you wanted and he knew exactly how to give it to you. It seemed he was just delying the inevitable. Your back arched once more, giving your body a sort of ‘M’ shape from the side. You watched as his hips moved in the air, bucking against your and creating a smacking sounds. His mouth made it way right under your ear, connecting your jaw and neck. He continued to thrust into you as he whined to you.
“You’ve ruined me…r-ruined. I’m ruined. No one else. You t-taste too good- fuck. S-so sweet.”
A sick smile found its way on your face as the words spilled out of him. His mouth began to nibble on your earlobe shortly thereafter.
“You’re being so good for me. Such a good boy for me.”
Jst as you said that, you felt something drip onto your stomach. You lifted your head and looked down, before concluding that it was Toby’s tears. They were spilling out of his face, down his cheeks, and onto you. He poured out even more ‘thank you’s into your stomach and you both watched as the noticeable bulge in your stomach grew and fell each time he pulled out. As you were watching him, you got a sick feeling in your stomach. Your eyes flew open as you sat there before they flew into the back of your head when he hit a certain spot.
“Fuck! Oh god, Toby, baby, that was perfect. So good…”
It pained you to say it, especially since you were both getting close, but you couldn’t take it much loger.
“T-Toby…we have to stop.”
He thrusts significantly slowed down, but didn’t quite come to a stop.
“W-why, did I do something wrong? I-i’m sorry, did I hurt you? Sh-shit.”
“No, it’s not anything like that. I just really have to piss. I’m sorry, it’ll be quick.”
You moved to try and pick yourself off the bed, but his hand pressed down on your stomach, stopping you. You looked up at him, utterly confused. His face has its own sort of confusion plastered on it, one that was mixed with fear and that goofy smile he got after eating you out.
“I-...w-what if you, like…I don’t know. S-stayed?”
“I m-mean what if you just…kept going.”
You stared at him with a face that was honestly perplexed.
“What are you saying? You wanna fuck me while I practically piss myself?”
Though it was meant as more of a satirical, rhetorical question, his head began to nod quickly while a small smile grew on his face. It was like the more you two talked about it, the more excited he was getting. You brought a hand up to scratch behind your neck while you looked around the room. You could slowly feel your high slipping away, even though his cock still sat still inside of you.
“I don’t know Tobes…I feel like it might be kinda weird…”
He leaned forward, shifting more of his weight to his arms that were pressing in your abdomen. The mix of feelings from the beg of release you were feeling from the beer and the member that sat inside you was something you had never felt before. It was incredibly overwhelming, yet not uninvited. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. A small moan slipped out at the feeling which didn’t go unnoticed by Toby.
You averted your eyes away from him, not wanting to believe what you were actually about to say.
From there, the praises were non-stop.
“Oh t-thank you. Thank you, baby. G-god, you’re so nice to me. I l-love you so much, so so much.”
The the words picked up, so did his pace. The feeling quickly returned only this time, it was different. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach, but under neath it was a much stronger feeling of desire. A sick and odd sort of desire that soaked you completely. His hand continued to press down on your stomach, applying more pressure with each thrust. As much as you hated to admit it, god it felt amazing. Chasing the high of obeying, the euphoric feeling of so much pressure and feeling going on in one place was more than you could ever ask for.
“P-please, please, just h-hold it for me baby, okay? J-just hold it.”
His neck flipped back as his face was pointed towards the ceiling while he thrusted. You had never heard Toby talk this much during sex, he was normally too much of a mess to even get a word out. Although, you were being extremely vocal this evening, more than you had ever been. You were letting out countless moans and groans, grunts and whimpers. This new feeling was something that couldn’t be wasted, it was made to be savoured. You knew what your job was; keep yourself contained. You and Toby both seemed fairly obsessed with it. He continued to work, pumping in and out with an accelerating pace. He brought a hand up and ran it through his hair while he hissed and panted.
The pressure continued to build. Your body began to squirm beneath him, wriggling back and froth under his grasp. It was like your mind and body were at war. Your body was trained to hold it in, to wait for the right time. In this moment though, you weren’t sure if the instinct could override the pleasure.
“Thank y-you so much. S-seriously. You’re just so amazing. This feels so fucking g-good, you’re so tight. Thank you.”
He spouted out his grace while your back continued to arch. The overwhelming sensation of feelings was erotic and exciting. You leaned into his touch, bringing you closer than ever before and further pressing his face into your chest. Your eyes began to water while you moaned into the dark room. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, something switched. Your stomach began to twist and you could tell, this was it. Your hips bucked against him while you stood on a line that you desperately needed to be pushed over.
“T-toby…Toby, please. So close.”
Your words had shrunk to small whispers that travled right into his ear. He responded with whimpers that officially sent you over the edge. You felt your release come all at once and completely demolish you. You tried to squeeze yor thighs together to control yourself, but it was no use. From between your thighs, dripped your hot slick, along with your piss. It dribbled out, running down your thighs and spilling onto him. He clearly felt the sensation, evident by how he looked down at where you two met.
“Is that…? F-fuck, baby. Shit.”
His own body began to shake and you felt as his thrusts became sloppy while he rode your through your second orgasm. His arms were shaking too, sure to give out if he didn’t have infinite stamina. His tears spilled out even harder as he moaned into your neck, continuing to pound into you. His moans turned to squeaks as you felt his release spill into you, only mixing with your own. His body collapsed on top of yours as you both sat there for a moment, attempting to catch your breath.
“Thank you. T-thank you.” he muttered out between pants.
You smiled down at him with rosy cheeks while running a hand through your hair. He lifted his face and looked up at you with that same cocky smile.
“I know you loved it. I can see it on your face. You l-loved it didn’t you?”
He let out a small chuckle and bit his lip. If he were a dog, his tail would be shaking furiously in anticipation.
You grabbed his jaw and pulled him in for one last kiss. He pulled away after a moment and looked at you with those same love struck eyes, practically oggaling you.
It didn’t take long for him to dive right back in.
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