Creepypasta Lemon Pie

Toby x Masky I'll Teach You (Part 2)

Ship: Ticci Toby x Masky

Warning: Sexual Content

Writer: The Potato Shipper

Pov: Toby's

"You realize that Slendy will make you two dance together if you say you came with each other." Ben reminded us.

"Yeah, so?" Masky lit up a cigarette.

"You look different with out the mask," Jeff said watching us like we were a TV. I was nervous, maybe one of them saw what happened.

"No shit, Sherlock. Don't you have a tentacle to shove up your ass or somethin?" Tim shot back, then grabbed my arm and dragged me into the "dance". All the guys looked pretty much the same, some of the girls did their hair or something to look pretty.

"Tim, Toby." Slenderman walked over to us. "Where are your dates?" Why does he care about a dance so much anyways?

"We're each other's dates." Masky answered.

I guess he believed that for Masky, but not me. "Why didn't you take Natalie?" He asked. He still calls everyone by their real names.

"I-I dunno... well..." I pointed over at her and Jane who were crazily dancing to whatever song was playing while Jeff stood next to them with a drink watching to see if the floor might do something interesting.

"... I'll allow it. Go dance. Tim put out that cigarette." He sighed but did as he was told.

"Wanna go get some snacks?" He asked.

"Sure." I mumble and follow him over to the table. It was covered in different sized bowls full of different kinds of chips, candies, body parts, and cakes. The usual dance stuff. There were also multiple drinks on the table next to it. I got some pretzels and some chocolate cake. "So, um..." I started to talk, Masky looked over at me. "We... w-we," I cleared my throat. I stutter enough as it is I don't need to be nervous on to of that, "we kissed."

"Yep," He was organizing M&Ms over a piece of cheesecake, he wasn't really one for sweets but he loved cheesecake.

"So, that's it?"

He looked up and bit his bottom lip lightly. "so what happens happens, don't over complicate things, Rogers."

"I hate it when you call me that."

"I know," He said with a smirk, "that's what makes it funny." He elbowed me playfully. I snickered and looked down.

I'm not sure what the best part about the night was, the fact that there's no law so I got pretty drunk, or the fact that I was with Masky. Most likely it was actually after the dance, when the drinking and being with Masky combined. When the "what happens happens" happened.

We decided to stay the night together, because why not? We chatted for a while, then decided to get some sleep. Instead of sleeping we got half way through changing into PJs, (aka maybe some pajama pants) before he had me pinned against the wall using our mouths to fight for dominance.

He won.

In a whinny, helpless way, I squeaked out the word, "fuck." as he threw me down on my bed and straddled my hips. He gave me a passionate kiss before lining my jaw and neck with love from his lips. He rubbed my hips with his thumbs before pulling off my belt. I bit my lip and watched him yank off his shirt.

He chuckled darkly, "Toby."

"Hum?" I to keep my voice from shaking.

"If you're going to stop me you better do it now," his voice was deeper than usual, "because once I start-" I cut him off by sitting up and kissing him. He smiled and pulled off my pants and any other remaining clothes we had left.

With out warning he gripped my length and started rubbing, I hissed and instantly threw my head back. He cheeks get hot and a knot formed in the back of my throat. "Tim." I whispered.
He kissed my stomach but didn't stop, he didn't stop until I had almost finished. Then he pulled away and pinned my arms above my head. I struggled for a while and begged him to let me finish.

"It wouldn't be very fun if we were done now, would it?" I curled my toes and arched my back but agreed with him. "You know something great about you not feeling pain?"

"Hum?"

"This would hurt if you could." He shoved himself inside of me. I made a moaning, yelping noise out of surprise. He stopped holding himself deep inside of me and holding my hands. It was a different feeling. Obviously it didn't hurt. But it didn't feel good until he started moving. Not good, more than good.

It was the kind of good that sent shivers up my spine, forcing me to arch my back. It was the kind of good that made the tips of my fingers tingle.

I came before Tim did, considering the fact that he had teased me before we fucked. But I only got more sensitive after I did. Like he knocked down a barrier, exposing new sensitive nerves. He liked it. He liked hearing me whine and holding my arched back. Every now and again he would tease my neck with his lips. Continuing his orgasmic rhythm until he filled me with his sweet poison.