I push Toby away gently. "What does being a proxy mean for me?"
"You don't need to worry about that until you get the mark." Brian explains, sitting on the edge of my bed. "It's like a tattoo that can never be removed. It shows when you're officially a proxy." Shit, that dream.
I flip the over my wrists to show off my tattoo. There, on my left wrist is the ⦻. The room goes silent. Neither of the boys move for a few moments. The airs heavy with concern.
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We just sit together staring at each-other for what feels like forever, before Brian gives Toby a look. They walk out and I can't help but hear them talking with Tim.
"Dude"
"Im tryna sleep, that dumb slut screaming didn't help" I hear Tim, much more muffled than the others.
"They got a vision of..." Toby whispers the last part and I can't hear it, but I can definitely hear the way Tim reacts.
He's pacing, ranting about how quick it happened; and when Brian breaks the news to him I got that stupid ⦻ he got even more pissed.
"Dude what the fuck" He hissed, "It took me years to get that. They have no right to just swoop in an-..." I hear him and Brian bickering, both of them interrupting each-other like a married couple. Toby walks out their room looking defeated and tired. His face is a weird mix of disgust and.. jealousy?
He walks into my room a few minutes later, with a big fuzzy blanket. He gently closes the door as if afraid to startle me. He sits down on my bed, looking me straight in my eye. Jesus this guy loves eye-contact. "You gotta be untied." he mumbles, the tiredness returning to him. Waking up to me screaming in the middle of the night must've really taken it out of him. He runs his fingers over my thigh gently, so lightly I wouldn't even have noticed it if I didn't watch him. He runs his hands down and begins untying my legs like it never happened. When he's done he turns to me and gives me a devilish smile.
He moves up to untying my wrists, and he straddles my hips. I blush furiously and squirm under him; making him involuntarily move back onto and rub on my sensitive areas. We both make eye-contacts and look away quickly.
"We us-used to do this back whe-en we were together." He whispers, leaning in closer to my ear. His stuttering and tics ramp up again, and every motor tic feels like a scrap of euphoria. He has small jolts and spasms where he'll accidentally rub against it. Even now I can see it straining against the restraints of his Minecraft boxers.
"What was it like?" I whisper, pulling him closer by his t-shirt.
"Wh-en we fucked?" He's grinning at the memory. Perv.
"I meant when we were dating," I pull him closer, he's now on-top of me, leaning on his elbows for support, his face barely inches above mine. "But those memories don't sound too bad."
He blushes and tics again, rubbing against me again. I can feel how excited he's getting over me. He breaks the tension and leans in, pushing us both into a deep kiss. He bites my lip gently, and I let him in. He immediately starts to explore my mouth, his tongue sliding over mine sensually. I try and move but realize my hands are still tied. Toby notices, and smiles in our kiss before breaking away. "I don't have to undo them unless you want to be. We can have some fun with you tied up."
I don't even have to think about it, "Don't untie me." He smiles even wider, and pulls me to the end of the bed, and kneels down in-front of my spread open legs, "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He teases, already pulling off my pants leaving me only in my underwear. Thank god I decided to wear a cute matching set today.
"Mhm!" I moan in a hurry, squirming with anticipation. He traces his hands down my thighs, gripping and squeezing in some places. When I least expect it, he runs his hand over my lacy thong. I gasp and my breath gets shaky as he rubs it softly. "You're so cute when you moan, but we gotta be quiet, ok?" he whispers.
"Ok" I whisper, getting cut off as he surprises me. His fingers dip under my panties and trace over my clit. I reach to cover my mouth but my hands are tied. All I can do is hold them back best as possible and hope nobody walks in.
Toby smiles at my reaction and keeps going, circling his thumb over my slut while his other hand goes over the surrounding area; occasionally dipping the first digit of his finger in to tease me. While he's tracing around with two fingers, he surprises me by speeding up his thumb and shoving his fingers in me.
"A-.. mhpm" i struggle to hold back a moan, and he looks up at me with those pretty eyes, acting innocent before starting to move his fingers in me. My back arches and I feel myself get wetter. Before I can get too close though, he pulls out, and stops his thumb. I whine in protest. He smiles knowingly before dipping his head down and licking around my hole. I curse and start whispering praise to him. He responds well, bringing his fingers back to play with my clit while he tongue fucks me. I feel a familiar knot building in my stomach.
"Toby I'm close" I whisper desperately, gazing down at his curls i between my thighs. He lifts his head up to smile at me before leaning back a little to let his fingers finish the job. A few seconds later his face is covered in cum, and he goes back down on me. I whimper in protest, but he sucks and kicks me dry.
"Have fun?" He grins up at me, leaning on my thighs.
"That was amazing, you did such a good job!" I praise him, and he goes a deep shade of pink.
"Be right back." He smiles at me, and gets up, trying to hide his boner as he walks to the bathroom.
Shit, I'm still tied. And pants-less. Fuck.
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Fearless || Ticci Toby x Reader ||
Fanfiction(Sorry if this is poorly written, English isn't my first language) "If the angels asked me to join them I'd refuse, I can't imagine a heaven where you aren't by my side." (Also posted on AO3)
