TW: MENTION OF SELF HARM
Toby
Oh my god i'm so fucking hard right now.
"Be right back." I say, getting up from between their legs. I wish I could stay there forever, but self cares important.
I rush to the bathroom, I quickly close and lock the bathroom door, and pull my dick out almost immediately. Its already dripping with pre-cum, and it only takes a few more yanks thinking about Y/n to get me off. Being completely honest just eating her out made me wanna cum.
Cleaning off and zipping back up, I think back to Y/n, we spent so long together and she doesn't even remember it. Fuck dude, we dated for around 4 years and she didn't even remember me. I don't mean to, but I feel tears stream down my face. I look in the mirror and I look like shit. I'm far too scrawny. My hairs all frizzy and greasy, and my teeth are yellow. My hands are hideous from all the burn scars on them and I can't even bring myself to look at my mouth gash. I look to the razor on the top shelf.
Y/n
What the fuck is taking him so long? I feel scared and vulnerable, my pants are on the other side of the room and I'm 90% sure he pocketed my panties. I can't even cover myself or close the door because my hands are still tied. Come on, how long does it take to jack off? I hear the door open and the light switch in the bathroom flick off. Toby walk in and looks different.
He looks so much more tired, and there's bandages all over his arms.
Oh.
He closes the door and smiles, gives me a pair of his boxers and unties me. "You ok?" I ask, as soon as he unties me I don't bother with the boxers, immediately reaching up to hug him
"Yeah." He says. He's no longer sweet. I'm starting to wonder if it's because of what happened in the bathroom or because of me. Was I just a fuck toy to him? No after care sucks, I got the head of my life, then all he he'd after was jerk off and toss me some boxers.
I put on the boxers and climb into bed, and Toby climbs in behind me. After a few hours of him tossing and turning, keeping us both awake, He whispers.
"Y/n?" I don't respond.
"I miss you." He wraps his arms around me, big spooning me. He falls asleep a few minutes later. He's so stinking cute. I miss him to, I know I can't remember anything, but anytime I'm with him I feel complete. Cheesy I know but I can't help but love him, I don't want to though. He tried to murder me, then fucked me. I feel used and loved at the same time.
This is so confusing.
...
I wake up the next day still tangled up with Toby. It's a chilly day, but together under his sheets it's comfortable. Toby stirs slightly.
"Toby?" I whisper, turning my head to look at him. His heads on my shoulder and he's curled around me like I'm his last life limb. "It's the morning, we should probably get up before someone walks in and sees us."
He just murmurs something in my neck, and pulls me closer. I run my fingers through his hair and I feel him smile against my skin, then kisses my neck softly. I try and pull away to get up but he pulls me back and holds me tighter.
"I don-nt wanna get up.." he mumbles, burying his head in my neck.
"We can stay here a little longer." I smile. Maybe he isn't so bad.
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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)
