Another fic I'm going to write this year is The New World, pt 2 of The Beginning, where Toby remembers his past life while Tim doesn't. This's also a school au, senpai x kohai
The past few months I have been taking some therapy and was told to take some medicine. It's not like anything sudden happened to me, I have been living and crashing into traffic accidents way too much that the bills are heavy for me to pay. So I take the therapy, and disappear because of my disorder.
I just thought that you guys deserved to know what's going on. I'm not leaving the ship or anything, just dealing with all my problems. That's all
Note: This chapter isn't entirely NTR, it's just bait, but it's close. A one-shot set in a normal world with Tim suffering from multiple personality disorder. Oh, and it has seg. Modern au, etc
My gaze, fixed on the wall clock, was gradually replaced by the curious face of a brown-haired boy. His eyes widened, his head slightly bowed, revealing cheeks puffed up in a pout because someone hadn't noticed him. The little man looked so pure and cute that all the complicated thoughts in my head seemed to stop, and I think I fell in love with him once again. Every time I'm with him, I feel like I'm in a daze.
- I'm looking at an angel who just landed beside me…
- You're just flattering me.
Toby closed his eyes as I leaned in to lightly kiss his cheek, then blushed just as I lifted our intertwined hands to kiss his. His small hand had slipped into mine while I was lost in thought, and I hadn't noticed, even though we'd been alone together in the apartment we'd rented three years ago. I'd always known he was still there for me, but it only made the pain worse.
- You haven't said anything since noon, is something wrong, Tim?
- No, nothing at all, I was just thinking about my science paper for graduation. - I shook my head and smiled as I lifted his face. I hadn't told the truth.
- Toby.
- Yeah?
The boy rested his head on my hand, rubbing his chubby cheek against my palm while a mischievous smile curved his lips as he looked up. He clearly knew he looked adorable doing that, which was why Toby never hesitated to use it to make me even more infatuated with him.
- ...I love you so much.
- Eww, I don't love you at all!
- You really don't love me, Tob?
I cupped his cheeks and gently laid him down on the long sofa. My hand fumbled inside his sweater, lifting it up to his chest. Toby was just joking, I knew it.
- Look, it's only midday, Tim...
His playful, smiling face suddenly flushed red as my tongue touched his nipple. The craving made me want to bite and mark it, but then anger took over, and I accidentally pinched the other nipple hard, causing him to wince and moan. I knew Toby was just joking, but my mind couldn't control itself.
- Tim... it hurts...
Toby’s smile stopped, and his eyebrows furrowed in pain as he looked down at me. I realized I had quickly pulled down not only his pants but also the black underwear, but I couldn't think any further. When his legs are around my waist, his cute little dick is slightly erect, making me shiver. Everything about him was adorable and looked delicious, which made me unable to resist biting down on his thigh, then sliding my lips down to Toby's neatly trimmed lower abdomen.
- A~
A high moan, followed by sweet sounds as I took more of his dick into my mouth. I masturbated Toby while my mouth bent down to lick his asshole, my tongue lubricating that slutty hole.
The moment Toby moaned uncontrollably and clutched my hair, he arched his back and ejaculated. He then looked up at me with a lewd expression that made my lower body ache, but somehow the emptiness in my chest still couldn't be filled. Even though my own hands later pinched his breasts hard and left more bite marks on Toby's shoulders and neck, and even though he moaned and cried, begging me to stop teasing him and pulling me closer so his hungry hole would cling to my penis even more, I became consumed by anger and increasingly violent. I felt anxious, gripping his thighs and thrusting my hips; hatred drove me mad, leaving bite marks on his hands, cheeks, and chest; and then, because of love, because of infatuation when those lips called my name with each thrust, I couldn't stop myself from leaning down and kissing him. When Toby looked up at me and stopped to lift my face, his panicked eyes made me realize I was crying.
- ...No, nothing, doll - I rubbed against his hand, trying to force a smile - I'm just so happy.
- Tim...
- Say you love me, Toby.
- I love you... Ah~
That was enough. When I thrust deep into his tight hole and heard his gasp about how he loved me, I finally relaxed a little and hugged him tightly.
I can't remember how long I was burning with desire on top of Toby, only that when the clock struck 4 PM, sleepiness overwhelmed me, and I gradually lost consciousness.
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Toby stood in front of the mirror, meticulously styling his hair, then pulled a lip balm from the drawer and applied it to his lips. Toby really is someone who likes to take care of his appearance, whether it's because he's naturally cute, or because he has a big sister who dotes on him like a cute doll when they were young. The fact that Toby seems happy to look so stylish and well-dressed isn't something that bothers me, but the problem is that he'll go out alone without saying anything to me. I'll sit here and wait, then follow him down the apartment lobby and walk to the shopping mall 20 minutes away. I don't know why he doesn't like taking the bus or any kind of car; I just know he loves walking, saying it's good for her health, completely the opposite of me.
The cool afternoon weather makes walking easy. Toby arrived at the mall without breaking a sweat. He went inside and grabbed a large shopping cart, and then, suspiciously, he was happily texting someone I didn't know. That wasn't the expression he'd give someone who was just a friend; Toby looked so happy and cheerful, just like when we were together. Then, a call rang, and he hung up, then excitedly turned to the side. In the opposite direction, a man was approaching him. The taller, with a jean jacket, stepped forward, pushed Toby’s shopping cart for him, and then put his arm around Toby’s waist, pulling my boy closer.
That was Toby's biggest secret, the root of all my suffering—he had betrayed me.
Though I wanted to get closer to see who the bastard was that stole Toby from me, though I wanted to rush over and punch that dog to death and then demand Toby for an explanation, I could only stand here helplessly, my hands clenched into fists. I couldn't speak, couldn't take pictures to gather evidence against Toby, and couldn't stop him from going too far. All because I wasn't a physical being anymore; I was a wandering soul.
The reason for this is that at exactly 4 PM, I fall asleep no matter what I'm doing.
We even went to the doctor, and he said I was just sleep-deprived, but what happened afterward is beyond my comprehension.
The moment my body lies down, my soul leaves my body and wanders aimlessly through the world, observing everything from a multi-dimensional perspective.
And at that same 4 PM, Toby also leaves the house to meet his lover.
This has been going on for a month now.
The strange thing is, I can never get too close to Toby when that jerk is around. It's ridiculous that you can overcome a physical barrier and pass through someone, yet a supernatural element still puts up a wall to trap you. Initially, when I gained this ability, my following Toby was purely out of curiosity, but the truth left me stunned, and I suddenly found myself back in my body without realizing it. Then, miraculously, Toby was always at home as if he'd never left when I woke up, smiling at me while scrolling through social media eating an apple. His cuteness and purity made me think it was just another terrible nightmare, but this nightmare lasted longer and longer. That made me start to think that what I was witnessing wasn't fake anymore.
When the jerk's hand lifted Toby’s face, he leaned down to plant that awful kiss on my Toby's lips, I thought that this invisible form could become tangible. That my heart was being squeezed, its blood draining out as my teeth clenched and my fists tightened. The burning pain of hatred made me think I could collapse and cry, but ironically, how could a soul have tears? So I could only follow them, clutching this knife-like pain, watching them affectionately buy food and then leave together as he led Toby to the parking lot, where his high-powered motorcycle was parked.
Toby loved motorcycles, something I knew after getting to know him. I could see the happiness in his eyes as the bastard put on his helmet and he climbed onto his bike. The funniest thing was that even though my soul wasn't limited by spatial distance, it was bound by this hatred that would kill me, making it impossible for me to stop following their motorcycle speeding at 80 km/h. Toby’s face looked so happy on his bike. That was his face looking up at me when we held hands, when I wrapped a scarf around him, or even when we had sex in our room. The longer I looked at Toby’s face, the more memories I remembered of our time together. I just couldn't understand why he betrayed me. I would never agree to him breaking up, but this hurt far more than the first time I found out Toby had betrayed me. Day after day, I wandered around, watching him, and then woke up when he returned. How many times have I asked myself why I could never wake up? Does my being alive, then waking up and waiting for him to come back to me, still have any meaning for Toby?
My thoughts stopped as the motor circled the outskirts a few times before slowly approaching my and Toby's apartment building. At first, I thought he was just taking Toby home, partly because I'd never really been able to maintain my spiritual form for this long before, but no. He drove into the parking garage, checked his parking pass with the same type of apartment access card we had, and helped Toby carry his things into the elevator. This bastard lives in the same building as us?
The elevator went up. Floors 3, 4, 6, and then I realized he had no intention of going to his apartment. When we both got out on the 9th floor and Toby entered the password to open our apartment door, it was too late for me to realize what was happening. I was stopped outside the apartment as they went inside.
Toby's sweet voice as he moaned was the first sound I heard.
Then came pleas to stop, but it wasn't the sound of him genuinely wanting to stop. He was pinned down right outside our apartment door, kissing, and I swear I could hear the sound of those pants and shoes falling off.
As Toby moaned loudly when that man started doing that filthy thing to him, I completely lost feeling in my legs and collapsed.
Why could I hear him moaning so clearly through a door?
Why, separated by just a door, did we seem to be in two different worlds?
My mind reeled, blank. I wasn't sure if I had the courage to get up right now.
Because if it is, the first thing I'd see when I opened my eyes would be Toby cheating on me right in our own apartment.
What could hurt me more than not being able to cry when I realized my fiancé was cheating on me, or not being able to wake up from this nightmare of reality?
Just when I thought nothing could drag me any deeper into hell, in the blink of an eye, the sound of his moans calling my name made me open my eyes to find myself standing in the room. No, I wasn't awake. I wish I were, otherwise I wouldn't know if this was a dream or reality.
The only time, and the first time, I could get close enough to see the face of the scum Toby cheated on me with, I saw it was my own face.
No, it was me. I hadn't woken up on the chair; there was no one on the chair. I knew perfectly well that I was the one fucking Toby on that bed.
- Ah~ Tim, I can't take it anymore.
Toby moaned, tears streaming down his face as he clung to my body, letting "me" penetrate him. He was beautiful, naked, covered in hickeys and bite marks from making love to "me." Toby's penis trembled and ejaculated as his anus was relentlessly penetrated, but it didn't rest as "my" hand stroked his shaft, making him writhe and moan loudly in pain. "I" didn't stop, greedily caressing his nipples and sucking one whole, making it erect. Both of those little beans that I loved so much were massaged and stimulated, causing Toby's tears to flow even more, seemingly becoming more and more delirious from the intense pleasure that "I" was giving him.
Then “I" gripped his waist tightly, holding him close while sucking on his breasts, making Toby curl up and cling to “me” as “I” ejaculated the white fluid into his anus. It was my Toby, but everything was incredibly confusing to me. Was that really me?
I didn't know what was happening anymore. As my breathing became rapid, like that of a living person, I realized I was no longer trapped in a third-person perspective; "I" was truly me. I gripped Toby's hand, pinning it to the bed, while below, I continued thrusting my hips, causing him to writhe and moan. As Toby ejaculated, he simultaneously tightened his grip on my penis, making it releasing another stream of white semen into his anus. Inside Toby, the wet, sticky semen was overwhelming; the sensations of pleasure and arousal were overwhelming me, leaving me dazed and disoriented at the same time.
Then, suddenly, his soft hand touched my cheek, drawing my attention to his face, flushed with tears and lust. Those lips whispered my name, and in the next second, I was completely mesmerized, pressing my lips against his for a passionate, wet kiss, my hips pressing against his and moving deeper inside him.
At 4 p.m., my beloved fiancé would fall asleep, no matter what he was doing.
We went to the doctor, and afterwards he called me privately to ask about Tim's condition after concluding that Tim might have multiple personality disorder. Of course, I kept it a secret from Tim, including the doctor's recommendation for a follow-up appointment and the prescription for medication to prevent his personality from splitting. I threw it all away, saying the doctor said he was just sleep-deprived.
Going to the doctor wasn't something I wanted, because Tim had always been a person with multiple personalities since I fell in love with him.
During the day, he would be a gentle, simple Tim, but in the evening, he would be a fierce, rebellious one. Ultimately, I realized that both sides loved me.
To me, no matter what he was like, he was still the person I loved most.
I didn't think Tim would mind if I kept this a secret from him and kept him bound to me forever. In the end, I know he loves me so much and is willing to forgive everything I do.
Chợt nảy ra ý tưởng Toby sinh viên đại học gặp thầy giáo biến thái (yêu ẻm). Play niệu đạo đã quen nên Toby đi tiểu trong nhà vệ sinh cũng có thể lên đỉnh. Đúng lúc đang chuẩn bị xả vòi thì thầy giáo Tim bước vào đi tiểu kế bên ẻm, làm ẻm không dám tiểu. Luống cuống vì đang nứng sẵn rồi vòi của ẻm bắn, ẻm lên đỉnh bằng niệu đạo khi tiểu luôn, và Tim nhìn thấy.
Đang đi ra ngoài nên phải note nhanh trên này jgjhjhkhkhk và Tora đang high nữa. I don't write it in English bc it's kinda dirty (by both meaning).
All of the hard work just for this cover fanfiction au
You can read all of my story in Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/user/MrToraWorld, though I'm a late-updating person.
This au was set in the modern world, where Toby was the fourth son of the Duke; Mark was a robot from a famous line of extremely disciplined androids, The Mask; and Tim was the official inventor of that robot line, along with other works.
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