⁺‧₊˚ ཐི 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑻𝑶𝑩𝑬𝑹 ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
—༉‧₊˚. “ UNDER THE OLD OAK ”
featuring. Ticci Toby — creepy pasta | kink. outdoor sex
synopsis. You met Toby while you were on your nightly jog inside the woods, despite the creepy encounter you had with him you kept coming inside the woods again and again…without fail. Toby got curious on why you didn’t switch trails after you saw him burying a body so he decided to grab the courage to test you and find out.
content warning. Outdoor sex, first time together, kissing, female reader, fingering
authors note. This was a bit..rushed….so it’s not proofread at all and I probably repeated things a lot but anyway TOBY NGH. ..very badly coordinated too like what
Toby observed you from the shadows as you ventured into the woods once again, his heart racing with a mix of curiosity and a hint of nervousness. He had never felt drawn to someone like this before, and he couldn't quite understand why you kept returning to the place where he lurked.
As you turned to face him, Toby's masked face betrayed none of the emotions swirling inside him. "H-hey there. You, uh, a-a-are back.." he stammered, trying to mask his own awkwardness with a playful tone.
You chuckled softly at his attempt at humor, a small smile playing on your lips. "I guess I just have a knack for finding trouble," you replied, your eyes meeting his behind his goggles.
Toby's heart skipped a beat at your words, the mask hiding the blush that crept onto his cheeks. "Yeah, trouble seems to find me too," he admitted, twirling his axe nervously in his hands.
There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable in the air. And then, without warning, Toby closed the distance between you and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I, uh... I don't usually do this, but... I can't help feeling drawn to you," he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
*Ticci Toby hesitated for a moment, his gloved hand reaching up to slowly remove his mask and goggles, revealing his face for the first time to you. His eyes, a mix of apprehension and longing, met yours as he bared himself in more ways than one.*
You felt a surge of emotion at the sight of his exposed face, seeing the vulnerability etched in his features. Without a word, you reached out and gently touched his cheek, your fingertips tracing the scars that adorned his skin.
Toby closed his eyes at your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips, almost as if he were savoring the moment. He leaned into your hand, seeking comfort from the gentle caress, his breath hitching slightly as he allowed himself to be vulnerable in your presence.
"You aren't..." he jerked his neck mid-sentence, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with uncertainty. "Disgusted of me?" The question hung in the air, heavy with his insecurities and fears. His eyes remained shut, as if he were afraid to see the truth reflected in your gaze.
You felt your heart ache at his words, the vulnerability in his voice striking a chord deep within you. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, a calming gesture that was meant to reassure him.
“Toby,” you murmured softly, leaning closer so he could feel your warmth. “I could never be disgusted by you. You’re so much more than what you think you are.”
His breath caught again, and you could sense the tension in his body, a mix of hope and fear. “But... I’m not n-normal,” he said, his voice trembling as he kept his eyes shut, as if shielding himself from the truth.
You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. “Normal is overrated. Everyone has their struggles, their past. You paused, giving him a moment to process your words.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, revealing the glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. Your gaze met his, and in that moment, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you there together.
“I just... I don’t want to be a burden,” he confessed. “I don’t want to drag you down with me in this mess. Theres s-so much you don’t know and-and fuck I don’t want you to end up like the people aro-around m-me.”
You shook your head, your expression firm yet gentle. “You could never be a burden to me. I want to be here for you, I mean that is the reason I keep coming to you.”
His eyes widened, surprise flooding his features. “You really mean that?”
“Yes,” you replied, as your heart raced.
A soft smile broke through the uncertainty on his lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the boy beneath the layers of pain. You felt a rush of warmth as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours.
“You’re so fu-fu..fucking corny.” he huffed out.
Toby pulled back slightly, searching your eyes as if trying to read the depths of your feelings. “I... I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted.
You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You won’t. Just be yourself. That’s all I want from you.”
His breath hitched again, and you could see the conflict in his expression. But then, something shifted. The uncertainty in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a flicker of determination. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.
You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building as the distance between the two of you began to close. His gaze dropped to your lips, and you instinctively held your breath, waiting.
“Toby,” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion. “It’s okay.”
With that, he closed the gap, capturing your lips with his in a careful but passionate kiss. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid to break the moment. But as you responded, deepening the kiss, he seemed to relax, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into that single connection.
You melted against him, your hands tangling in his hair, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. The kiss was a blend of longing and relief. It was everything you both had been holding back, a release of the fears that had kept you apart before.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and wide-eyed, you searched his face for any sign of regret. But all you found was a joyful expression on his face .
“Wow,” he breathed, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. “I didn’t expect it to be like that.”
“Neither did I,” you admitted, a shy smile breaking through. “But I’m glad it happened.”
Toby’s eyes sparkled with something new—an emotion that felt like hope. “Me too,” he said softly, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to your forehead.
His expression shifted slightly, a hint of hesitation creeping in as he shifted his weight. “Can I… um, ask y-you something?”
“Of course, Toby. You can ask me anything,” you replied, your voice steady.
He took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting your face again. “Do you think… we could, like, do more?”
You visibly paused at his question, a wave of excitement washing over you. You could sense the vulnerability in his words, and you appreciated his honesty. “You mean, like, more than just kissing?” you asked softly, giving him the space to express his feelings.
“Yeah,” he replied, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. “I just… I want to be closer to you. I don’t want to rush anything but- god..if im being honest- i- i-..” He looked down at the tent that started to make itself prominent inside his jeans.
You felt a flutter in your chest at his admission. “Oh. are you sure? I mean here? in the woods??”
He nodded, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. “I am… I really am. Are you?”
You reached out, taking his hand in yours, squeezing it gently.
His expression brightened, a mixture of relief and excitement washing over his features. “So… we can?”
“Absolutely,” you replied, your heart soaring at the thought. “Whenever you’re ready.”
With that, the tension shifted.
Toby took a step closer, his gaze intense and filled of excitement and longing.
“Can I…?” he began, and before you could respond, he gently but firmly took your hand, guiding you toward a nearby tree. The bark was rough against your back as he pressed you against it, his body close to yours.
You felt your breath hitch as he leaned in, his face just inches from yours. “I don’t think ill be very good.” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a raw intensity.
His hands found your waist, fingers brushing against your sides, igniting warmth wherever they touched. You could see the look of uncertainty in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by a deep-seated desire. “Is this okay?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability still lacing his tone.
You nodded, your breath coming out in soft gasps. “Yes, it’s more than okay.”
A smile broke through his uncertainty, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. This one was different—filled with urgency and passion, as if he was trying to convey everything he felt in that moment. You responded eagerly, your fingers tangling in his hair once again.
With each kiss, he pressed you further against the tree, deepening the connection between you. You could feel his hard on press up against your inner thigh and it sent a thrill through your body.
As he pulled away for a moment, his forehead resting against yours once more, you could see the fire in his eyes. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he confessed, his breath warm against your skin. “You make me feel alive.”
Your heart soared at his words, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer again. “Who’s corny now?”
As his hands trailed down your back, he gently lifted the edge of your shirt, his touch sending shivers down your spine. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. His eyes locked with yours.
Feeling a surge of confidence, you gently guide his hands to the clasp of your bra, encouraging him to unhook it. His fingers fumble slightly in his eagerness, but with a soft click, the bra falls away, leaving you exposed to his hungry gaze. A soft gasp escapes your lips as his eyes roam over your bared skin.
He leaned in for another kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery trail of kisses in their wake, you felt a wave of desire wash over you again. The woods around you were filled with the sound of heavy breathing
As his lips stopped their journey down your body, you reciprocated his actions by trailing kisses along his jawline and down his clothed chest. His breath hitched at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your lips were pressing against him.
“Are you going to take off your clothes too?” you questioned, a teasing smile on your lips, but he shook his head, in response.
“Would unbuckling your pants be okay?” you asked, your voice low and filled with hesitation, as if you were giving himthe control in this moment.
His heart raced at your question, excitement and nerves swirling within him. “I-Its more than than okay…” he replied softly
Your expression shifted to one of determination, he took a deep breath, as your hands gently found the waistband of his pants. With careful movements, you began to unbuckle them, your fingers brushing against his skin, sending a thrill through him.
As you worked, you could see the focus in his eyes. It felt intimate, vulnerable, and exhilarating all at once. “Do you want my jacket to keep you warm? You’re completely b-bare.”
You nodded, your pulse quickening as he slowly lowered your pants. “And whose fault is that?” you whispered, feeling more exposed than ever but also incredibly safe in his presence—ironically.
His eyes softened, and he smiled, “Mine. Now c’mon, take the jacket,” he replied, wrapping his jacket around you, the fabric comforting against your skin.
You slipped your arms into the sleeves, feeling the warmth envelop you. “It’s a little big,” you teased, adjusting the jacket, which hung loosely around your frame.
Toby chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “You look go-good in it…” His voice trailed off, admiration shining in his eyes.
Without warning, his hands found your waist again. “Hold on,” he said, an impish smile playing on his lips. Before you could fully process what he meant, he lifted you effortlessly off the ground.
Your heart raced as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, clinging to him as you leaned back against the sturdy bark of the tree.
“Wow, you’re stronger than you look,” you laughed, your cheeks flushing.
Toby grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “I’ve got my moments,” he replied, his breath against your neck. As he adjusted his grip, you felt secure in his arms.
“Just don’t drop me,” you teased, your heart racing not just from the thrill of being lifted but from the closeness you shared with him.
“Never,” he promised, his voice low and sincere. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both playful and passionate.
As you melted against him, you felt the rough texture of the tree bark at your back and the softness of his jacket enveloping you. It was a perfect blend of comfort and excitement, and you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever.
Toby pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
You nodded, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m more than okay. This is amazing.”
His smile returned, brighter than ever. “Good. Because I want to make it unforgettable.”
As Toby's lips met yours once more in a passionate kiss, his hands trailed down your body, stopping at the waistband of your underwear. With a deft movement, he gently slid the fabric to the side, revealing your most intimate desires to him.
“You’re so wet f-for me..”
Toby's words sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, his voice husky with desire. The intimacy of his observation only fueled you.
In a breathless whisper, you responded to Toby, your voice filled with desire and need. "Only for you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of your longing. The intensity in his eyes grew, reflecting the raw desire that mirrored your own.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break you.
"You're trembling," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Are you scared or excited?"
His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, tracing the curve of your mouth.face. In the dim moon light that shined between the leaves of the trees outside, Toby's features were cast in shadows, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.
"I won't hurt you," he promised, his words tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Unless you want me to that is.”
Toby's fingers lowered again and teased your entrance, circling and stroking, before slowly pushing inside. You gasped at the intrusion, your body instinctively clenching around his digits. He groaned at the sensation, his own arousal evident in the way his hips pressed against yours.
As Toby began to move his fingers in and out, you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself further into his touch. He responded by curling his fingers, searching for that special spot that would make you see stars. When he finally found it, you cried out in ecstasy, your legs trembling with the force of your pleasure.
Toby continued to work you over, his fingers moving with expert precision, driving you higher and higher. Your moans and whimpers filled the area around the woods the two of you were in, mingling with the sound of your ragged breathing. The intensity of your climax built with each passing moment, until finally, it crashed over you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air and shaking with the aftershocks.
As you came down from your high, Toby withdrew his fingers from inside you, bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean. The sight of him tasting your essence sent another wave of desire coursing through your veins, and you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and pleasure.
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