Sounds So Sweet - Ticci Toby X Reader

Chapter 35 (male)

A/N : This is a LEMON. that means skip if you are not comfortable or not 18+. this does not continue from the female lemon, but rather picks up from chapter 33. also, yikes, I have a slight obsession with keeping chapters in sync with the part numbers through wattpad i'm sorry i'm a perfectionist AH. ok please enjoy :)

What were you doing, letting his hands graze up and down your figure like this. You hold yourself back from the urge to grind your hips against him, eager to keep the heat growing in your lower regions contained. Both of you continue to kiss, tongues intertwined in each other's mouths, taking turns in tasting every part of each other.

Your hand plays with his hair, pushing it away behind his ears to cup his cheek once more. His hands travel past your hips, resting on your thighs, but this wasn't enough for you. The burning and throbbing growing down below begged you for more, needing him for more than a kiss. Your better judgement, as inexistent as it was becoming, screamed to stop. He was, again, just a mental killer, keeping you here for safety you didn't need. Somehow, you didn't care. Is this what you wanted? To get so involved with a murderer that you can't leave? His touch, after all, seemed to beg you more to stay. What else could you do now?

His thumbs rub circles in your thighs, melting you with his mere touch. You keep yourself at bay, rubbing his cheek with the pad of your thumb. It wasn't until he grinds up against you that you let out a strained moan. Fuck, he wasn't supposed to be doing this, but you loved it. You felt him smirk between the kiss, then roll you over to your back. With him now on top, you get a good look at his face, glowing in the single lamp's shine. He's panting, smirking down at you, and your heart skips a beat. Man, was he beautiful like this.

Toby pulls off his shirt, then tugs at your own. He's looking at you, eyes dancing up and down your front, then resting on the bulge throbbing in your pants. Somehow, you felt your cheeks grow warmer in embarrassment, as if the intense make out session didn't even happen.

"I bet you want me to wrap around this, hm?" you groan when his hand rubs against the fabric of your pants, gripping you with want.

You mutter a 'yes' and keep an eye on his chest, trailing down to his own problem. Toby chuckles, tipping your head up into another kiss. He grinds himself against you, taking your gasp as a quick entrance into another deep make out. He breaks almost immediately, leaving marks all down your neck, stopping only once he reaches the top of your peck. His hand travels across your arms, then back down your front. Toby's hands falter upon reaching the hem of your pants, flicking the waistband as a question. Would you let him? Should you let him? Your groan as he grips your bulge gives him a straight answer. Man, you wanted him so bad. Right here, right now.

You push his shoulders down, giving him a view of the pressing matter in your pants. He looks up at you, eyes glossed over in lust, and licks up the clothed area. You rake a hand through your hair, begging for more.

Toby flicks the waistband again, then tugs them off. Leaving you bare, he licks his lips in satisfaction watching your member nearly smack onto your chest, now free to stand. His hands ghost around your lower region, barely touching you exactly where you wanted. Where you needed. He eyes you, watching your face as you furrow your brows. How could you not be frustrated? All the tension could leave, and he wouldn't even let you?

"Please..." you pant in anticipation, "just do it." Toby smiles, and grips your thighs as he uses only his tongue. You feel a shiver, his tongue travels up and down your area. Once he reaches your tip, he sucks on your tip, slowly, just barely, covering you completely.

"Oh man, Toby..." you reach out to grab his hair, resulting in him resting a hand on the base of your cock. He hums just before he dives in, leaving you a moaning mess. He put every other imagination to shame, his tongue twisting around your length as he bobs his head. His cheeks hollowed every once in a while, giving you the perfect illusion. You have to keep yourself from arching your back to watch him work his wonders. His perfect mouth wrapped around you, giving you chills and insurmountable amounts of pleasure. Just before you felt yourself coming to, Toby releases you with a small pop. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, then kneels back to rip off his own pants.

With a seductive turn of his finger, you're already turning around, arms resting on the pillow as he inserts a finger, leaving you speechless. Oh boy, this felt too good. You rock your head down, scrunching your eyes to resist the urge to moan out once he adds another. And another. You're now almost whimpering, the pleasure never ending.

"I'm sure you want more than just my fingers, right, (Y/N)?" he reaches around with another hand, pumping you just enough to keep you on edge.

"Yes, Toby..." a moan, "...please give me more," you groan as he pulls away, only to slam back into you with his condom-clad member. You guess he was serious about keeping you safe from everything, huh.

He rams into you, faster and faster as each moment passes, leaving you both a panting, groaning mess. Being already on edge, you feel yourself coming to at a greater rate than he was.

"Toby, please..." you sigh, feeling the throbbing in your member release. Toby merely grunts as he continues to thrust into you. He then sighs himself, and you feel his member throb inside of you. Both of you sit there for a moment, the only movements being your irregular breathing and shaking bed. Toby is the first to pull back, leaving the bed to help clean up.

Once the 'mess', although it was very perfect to you both, was cleaned, you both lay back in bed. You reach up to touch his face, watching as his face began to relax, his breath evening out. You brush his beaded forehead hair strands away, opening up a beautiful view before you feel your own eyes begin to close.