Desc: who wins in a game of willpower? its definitely not toby..
Cws: jacking off, no penetration, choking, lots of boob talk, tim calls toby a faggot, top reader, begging, lightly mentions rape (no rape occurs)
A/N: i need to start writing again work is kicking my ass
Enjoy!!
It was clear who wanted to win.
Your lips smashed into each other, a metallic taste from tobys constant gnawing on his bottom lip in the kiss. Toby was straddling you, clinging to your hips like an anchor with a hand gently resting around your throat. Not in a mean way, almost possessive. 7 minutes was nothing to you, you could rub one out quicker. Toby never lasted long anyways, he was going to need to try harder than a hand around your throat to get you underneath him.
“C-cmon, just lay ba-back for me,” he whispered, letting his hand trail to your chest. The moment it was up your shirt, you struck. You pushed him back, catching him off guard as he hit the carpet of the closet.
“Oh you b-bitch,” he giggled. “That-ts how its gonna be?”
“Seems like it,” you said, quickly wrapping your own hand around his throat. He gasped, grabbing at your wrist as his eyes went dumb. “Gonna give up that easy? Can't handle a hand on your throat rogers?” You teased, quickly being rolled over by his legs. He repositioned himself on top of you, pressing his knee into your cunt. You stifled a moan as you let his throat free.
“Whats w-wrong (y/n)? Cant handle a b-bit of pressure?” He glared, grabbing at your chest. “You gonna be g-good now?”
“Im not gonna get you off. You dont get a damn thing.” You grinned, pulling yourself up.
“No, cmon,” he rolled his eyes. “Thats not how the games played, you at least gotta-”
“No,” you said. “Your either gonna have to rape me or start begging. Choose.”
You watched the war in his head, he seemed like a begging dog in a way. He knew what he wanted, but had no idea how to get it.
“W-well… please?” He whimpered, fiddling with his sweatpants waistband. You raised an eyebrow, reveling in the beautiful silence of tobys desperation.
“Keep trying,” you said, glancing down at his dick, a notable wet spot over the traced lineout of his boners head. His face flushed as he stared at you, a silent acceptance in his eyes.
“Please god please, we are running out of time, please,” he cried.
You got an idea. His desperation.. how far did it go?
“Jack off in front of me, or get nothing at all. Better hurry up,” you smiled sweetly, crossing your legs and taking your baggy shirt off.
“S-shit.. your so f-fuckin-”
“Jack off. Now.” You said, laughing as toby quickly lowered his waistband. His hardened cock glistened in the dim light, and you almost regretted not taking the thick length into you. Almost.
“Here, ill get you lubed up,” you purred, slowly leaning forward and spitting on his dick. You looked up at him, placing a gentle lick over the slit. His cock twitched needily as he took his hand around himself, quickly pumping away as if to make up for lost time.
“Th-thank you,”
“Of course baby, ive been watching you all night.. i cant let you go without a reward for staring at my tits so hard.” You cooed, giggling at the pathetic moan he made in response.
“S-sorry, didnt think yo-youd notice,” he mumbled, glancing away.
“Cmon toby, look at me,” you whispered, guiding his head with your hands on his jaw.
“Y-yes?” He moaned, eyes glancing to your chest.
“You like my boobs, dont you?” You said, stroking his cheek with your thumb.
Toby made a flustered whine, huffing as you touched your tit. “You like my big titties, dont you toby? You like my big.. perky… boobs…” you whispered, shaking your boobs as he drooled.
“Y-yes,” he gasped, jaw quivering.
“Say, yes (y/n), i like your big titties, and say it loud so they can hear how much of a whore you are,”
“Y-yes (y/n), i l-like your big t-titties, fuck please,” he moaned loudly, hand shaking as he shook.
“Aww, you boutta cum? Moan that you're cumming, as girly as you can,” you smirked, watching him nod desperately.
“Im gon-gonna cum, im gonna cum, fuck- yes please- please- ngh–!!” He squealed, making a final high pitched gasp before cumming all over his shirt and hand. He slouched, panting like a dog as you pet his head.
“Thats it, you feeling better?” You said, gently petting his messy hair.
“I.. i fucking hate you…. you know th-they are gonna bully me f-forever…” he shuddered, wiping his cum on his already ruined shirt.
“Yeah, thats the point sweetheart. Thats payback for you having a boner before we even got in here.” You smiled, pulling your shirt back on.
“Fuck.. we shouldve never played this..” toby growled. You rose to your feet and opened the closet door. Toby scrambled to put his dick back in his pants, face burning as he heard the others laughing.
“What are you, a faggot? You sounded like a teen girl,” tim laughed, taking another drink from his bud light.
The fanarts of Jingles inspired me to redo my fanart of him because I can no longer look at the old version. xddd
I had it in my drafts for a while, so I finally posted it.
I headcanon him with chemical burn scars because I don't think he would be careful around his experimentation with drugs. Also, there's no reason to be. It won't do shit to him.
