Zijshshdf maybe sonw,,, ticci Toby with an older milf-like reader?? He's like 23-25 and still a virgin and she's like 34ish and he shyly tries flirting but she's just like "oh honey aren't I too old for you??" Until it progresses to him pounding her into the mattress 😳😳😳 and hoodie and masky low-key tease him for his crush
OH EM GEEEEE???? yes??????? hot asf like he’s nervy around you a little but he still kinda flirts as he gets comfy but then once you’re in bed he’s fuckin you brainless mhmhmhm
also so sorry how long this took i rlly gotta lock in
you weren’t the only person who thought you were too old to be recruited, but a justified murderer is a justified murderer to slender, toby concluded.
he watched as you cleaned off your blade in the slop sink on the far corner of the garage, then feeling tim shove him slightly.
you all had just come back from a mission, not necessarily a successful one, but not a failed one either. just a save for later, to be continued, kinda chase.
tim jests into toby’s ear, and he shoves him off his shoulder, brian then walking past with a chuckle.
“she’ll f-fucking hear you, shut up!”
toby snaps through grit teeth, and you turn off the sink just in time.
you had already been with them for a while, about six months to be a little more specific.
it wasn’t a long time, but it was enough to get your bearings, create boundaries and learn them with others, pick favorites out of the crew, and so on.
and whether you meant to or not, you’d somehow always end up closest to toby.
closest as in, last to leave rooms together, always sent on missions in the same group, or just entering the kitchen for a snack way too late at night at the same time.
it wasn’t awkward, you enjoyed each others company, maybe a little too much. you could tell he did. he might’ve even done these things on purpose just to be around you.
so, here you both were, sitting at around 2 in the morning, sharing some cliche cheese and crackers and some chocolate covered strawberries that nina decided to make on a whim, sitting at the kitchen stools that were about to give out any day now.
“oh, hunny, aren’t i too old for you?”
toby’s thigh brushed against yours, his heart skipping a beat.
“think i can’t handle it?”
you felt your chest flutter, the thought blooming heat between your legs.
you’d be lying if you said him being much younger than you and flirting with no shame didn’t excite you.
you just wondered why me when there were many other choices closer to his age, maybe even better looking.
maybe he got off to it too. the age gap, you being older with more experience, more grown than him in many ways.
his thigh pushed further onto your leg, and he leaned closer.
or, maybe he wanted to prove something to himself.
toby wanted to prove even with someone older, more mature, he could still be in charge. he could still win the jackpot.
he could still be at the top.
aside from the fact you had such a lovely personality, attractive inside and out, he couldn’t help but let the thought of fucking someone like you straight into the bed.
“maybe you can prove it sometime then”
you leaned back and pushed another cracker accompanied by a piece of sharp cheddar into your mouth, and toby snickers.
toby had woken up much earlier than he’d liked, and not being able to fall back asleep, he decided to shower.
but of course, someone was in there when he approached the door.
it was probably jeff, fucking idiot always counted his blessings in there.
toby thought they seriously needed to fix the downstairs shower, or else someone behind their doors was going to die.
while he waited, he headed downstairs to at least wash off his face to wake him up a bit.
he was surprised to not see you already seated in the kitchen, where you usually hung out with someone, whether ben, tim, nina…
before he headed to the downstairs bathroom, he decided to check the front porch, thinking maybe you went for a smoke.
but you weren’t there either.
you slept late just like everyone else, but not this late.
it worried toby even after he finished his shower and headed back to his room to put on some fresh clothes.
you weren’t out on a mission, today was everyone’s off day.
everyone was fucking around and finding out around the house, all but you.
he turned the corner into the kitchen.
he noticed ben first who was pouring some milk into a bowl with lucky charms.
“bro locked in so hard he lost his stutter”
ben joked with a snort, pushing his messy blond hair from his face, he shook his head,
“nah, man, maybe she’s still asleep-“
“-but it’s so late now, it’s past 4”
toby leaned against the door frame, and ben shrugged as he shoveled cereal into his mouth.
“maybe she’s masturbating then, i don’t know, fuck do i care”
toby’s face went hot as he thought about it.
“don’t talk about her like that”
“christ, as if you wouldn’t enjoy the thought”
toby turned to head back upstairs with a scoff, deciding he’d finally check on you.
it was very unlikely of you to take this long to show your face.
yesterday’s mission may have been extremely tiring, sure, or you just wanted alone time, yeah, but it still worried him.
he approached your door, and went to knock.
“y/n? it’s toby-a-are you okay?”
he stopped for a second to listen, and he heard you.
oh, he heard you alright.
it kinda pissed him off that ben could’ve come to such an accurate conclusion.
but it was ben, of course he’d say some shit like that, but what were the odds he’d be right?
he didn’t know why, but he pushed down your doorknob, and it opened.
just a crack, he peered through, seeing you spread on your bed, in only a tank top, with your hand between your legs.
you mewled as quietly as you could, but he heard you loud and clear.
he stepped in, and shut the door behind him.
your eyes shot open, and your legs clamped shut.
he properly locked the door this time.
“i was just coming to check on you”
he says, approaching your bed rather quickly.
“gotten pretty late, i was worried”
he stood at the edge of your bed, perfect height to view just how hard he had gotten in his sweats.
you grabbed his hand and pulled him onto you.
he kissed you eagerly, and you moaned into his mouth gratefully.
his hand roamed between your legs to continue what you started and you gasped.
you tell him between kisses.
he’s never had sex properly before, but a sense of confidence and pride ran through him as you gave him the okay to do so with you.
it was easy enough to pull himself out of his sweats, but he felt bad if he just fucked you so soon.
he broke the kiss and trailed against your jaw instead, nipping and licking you in the right places, his stubble tickling you.
“you like that i’m older, yeah? wanna make mama feel good?”
gods, he fucking throbbed hearing you talk to him like that. since when did you have such a filthy mouth?
he pushed two inexperienced fingers into your cunt, feeling you immediately flutter around them.
you moaned against his cheek, hips rutting against his hand.
he bit down on your neck, earning a yelp from you to which he then tried to sooth with a lick.
“w’na make you feel good”
he groaned and you felt him grind onto your thigh.
he was so hard, he might’ve been close to exploding already, and you noticed he was leaking bad as you glanced down.
you reached to wrap your hand around his dick, and he gasped.
he fingered you faster, while fucking your fist desperately at the same pace.
“just like that, w’na fuck me just like that, toby?”
he dripped onto your hand, and he pulled his pruned fingers from your cunt.
he lifts himself up and you pull your hand away.
his arms come down to spread your legs further, getting a good view of your sopping pussy he’d been silently preparing himself for.
he grabbed his cock and slapped your clit with it, rubbing himself along your dripping entrance.
you repeat, humping against his length as it created a lewd, slick noise.
he caved and pushed his tip inside, and what a surprising stretch it was.
his hips snapped and he fully pushed himself, his hands hooking around the back of your knees to keep your legs where they’ll stay.
your head lolled back, mouth hung open, and a guttural whine emit from your throat.
his hips snapped again just after he let you get use to him.
he was a virgin, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t aware of his own size.
no offense to him, but it did surprise you.
when he pulled back again, you felt how the ridge of his head rubbed against your walls, and you squeezed to feel it more.
he lurched forward with a groan at the feeling.
he only then went faster, pushing your legs further to your chest.
he leaned forward just enough to have his forehead against yours and to keep you folded with him nice and deep inside, each thrust sending stars to your vision.
“remember how good i fuck you-“
he groans, cock twitching against your walls before he pistons his hips again.
“then remember how much younger i am”
