Prompt from Anon: May I humbly request a wfsn scenario with Toby and his s/o? Maybe she’s made him angry or something?
I was pacing the room anxiously when Toby walked back in. He had gotten himself injured again by carelessly leaving his weapons all over his bed and laying down on them. He’d gone to see the house medic with a shallow stab wound on his right arm, leaving me alone while he went to treat it. He had taken off his hoodie, leaving him in a grey t-shirt and his upper arm was bandaged but I could see spots of blood that had soaked through. He grinned at me, shutting the door behind him.
“All patched up!” He said cheerily, his arm twitching.
I glared at him but he didn’t notice at first, shoving ones of his axes and the knife that had wounded him under the bed. He turned around and frowned.
“What? What? Toby you can’t keep being this careless! One day you’re gonna lay on top of a knife or an axe and it’s going to kill you!” I said sternly, folding my hands across my chest.
“I am careful, it was just this one time,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Did he not get it?
“It was not ‘just this one time’, this happened over and over and over again because you’re too lazy to see what’s under you! Start paying attention!”
He stared at me, brown eyes blank until he blinked and something else in them sparked. “I’m not lazy,” he hissed at me, fists clenched. “I do check but sometimes I forget or miss a tiny knife like that, okay?”
“Then check better!”
“Oh yea, ‘cause that’ll help get rid of this, huh?” He snarled.
“Yes, Toby, it will because you’ll stop getting hurt. Stop being a fucking dumbass and grow up.” I snapped.
“What did you say to me?”
“I’m worried about you,” I said, trying to keep my voice down so that this didn’t turn into a full blown argument. He wouldn’t talk to me for days if that happened and I didn’t want that.
“Don’t be. I don’t need someone like you worrying about me!” He shouted, hand half raised in the air. I flinched, an instinct developed after taking the brunt of his anger for weeks when we had first met. A shout always meant he was going to do something to me.
“Someone… like me?” I muttered, eyes blown wide. He didn’t want this? Did he want to be hurt? Did he even want me here then? A few tears brimmed my eyes and threatened to fall. I thought we were past all of this. I thought he was finally letting me in, finally letting me care for him without him pushing me away.
Immediately his scowl softened and his fists unclenched, hand dropping as he realized the weight of his words. “Wait- no, that’s not what I meant-”
“No, I think it’s exactly what you meant. You don’t even want me here, do you? I’m just here so you can take your anger out on someone without worrying about the cops,” I shot back defensively, wiping away the tears that had managed to fall.
“No! No, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, stepping closer to me and cupping my cheek with one hand.
I could tell he was sorry, and yes, he often blurted things out in the heat of the moment, but it didn’t excuse the way it made me feel. I didn’t say anything back, just looked into his eyes. He stared back and I could tell that he was trying to figure out how to fix the situation.
Without any warning or indication he was going to, he kissed me. It wasn’t a big deal, we’d kissed before, and quite frequently, but I didn’t expect it. He kissed hard, like his life depended on it, lips firmly pressed on mine. I didn’t kiss back, still pouting over his comment.
He kissed again and again, but then I noticed his hands bringing me closer to him, one of them behind my head and the other on my back. I uncrossed my arms and put them on his chest, putting an inch of distance between us.
“Is this how you’re making it up to me?” I asked him accusingly, squinting at him.
“Yes.” I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was still seething but he wasn’t showing it outwardly.
When I didn’t say anything else, he kissed my jaw, then went to my neck, sucking on my collarbone and biting my shoulder. As much as I hated to admit it in the moment, it was taking its toll on me. Toby knew how to please a woman and he did it damn well, but this wasn’t just make-up sex. I wanted to hear it from him.
“Toby, this isn’t how you do this. You don’t just start kissing me,” I stated indignantly.
He froze. “Then what do you want me to do?”
“I already said I was sorry.” I waited for him to continue, which he didn’t seem to get the hint to at first, since I had to push his head away from my neck. He huffed under his breath, looking me in the eyes again. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’ll be more careful.”
I smiled a little and kissed him softly. I could accept that for now; I knew he’d be more apologetic later when he was out of his mood. He kissed back, the hand in my hair leaving to go rub my crotch. I jumped at the sudden touch and he smirked devilishly.
He pulled me towards his bed and after he did a quick sweep over it to make sure that nothing was there, he pushed me down onto it. Toby crawled over me, sucking on another spot on my neck while he reached under my shirt to hold my sides. He was impatient, tugging my shirt over my head mere moments after we got on the bed.
He ground himself onto me and I let out a startled moan. Embarrassed, I slapped my hand over my mouth. He’d heard me moan his name before, practically scream while holding onto his bed sheets for dear life, but it still made me flustered. The damn bastard knew it too.
“You like that, hm?” He hummed, grinding against me again while he took his own shirt off.
“Shut it,” I grunted while admiring his body. Despite the uncountable amount of scars on him and the new ones he was gaining all the time, he looked amazing. Broad shoulders, clearly defined abs, and big biceps. My hands did a complicated dance across his body, tracing each and every faded line marring it.
He was back on my chest, leaving hickeys absolutely everywhere, trailing down to my stomach. He bit my side rather hard, eliciting yet another gasp from me. He hummed again, and briefly touched his lips to mine before reaching under me to undo the clasp on my bra. I sat up on my elbows and he snatched it off of me, throwing it to the side to be retrieved later. He pushed me back down with one hand laid firmly on my neck. I didn’t have to fear that he would choke me right now though. Instead, he kissed me roughly. Any tenderness he had earlier while trying to make it up to me was gone. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.
His hands were on either side of my head as he grinded against me, desperately chasing the friction spawned by the jeans both of us were wearing. My mouth opened to moan but it was silenced by Toby sticking his tongue in. One of my hands tugged on his hair absentmindedly and he shivered at the action, growling on top of me.
He wasted no time after to start undoing his belt, promptly kicking off his pants and yanking mine down soon after. He was going faster than he usually did- the Toby I was acquainted with liked to drag things out, make me beg for it. Not today, it seemed.
He held himself over me, watching my face as two of his fingers brushed my panties aside and teased the folds of my pussy. I couldn’t contain the loud groan that tore itself from my throat when he inserted both of them into me and I tried muffling the sound with my hand.
“Yea, that’s it baby, make those sweet sweet noises for me. Awe, are you shy all of a sudden? That’s cute, come on, I know you want to get lost in the feeling,” he cooed in my ear. If I hadn’t been beet red before, I certainly was now.
Another surprised gasp came from me as he curled his two fingers inside of me. He pumped them slowly in and out, rubbing his thumb across my clit. It sent electric shocks through my body and I involuntarily bucked up into his hand, chasing the addictive feeling. He was smirking above me and just as I was about to tell him to wipe that stupid smile off of his face, he inserted a third finger, effectively cutting me off as pleasure coursed through my body.
“You like it that much? Maybe I should do this more often… You’re being so nice right now, no mean comments. But maybe it’s ‘cause you’re so lost in the feeling of me playing with you. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can’t even talk? You’re so wet, you know.”
His fingers were nice but I knew what would come after and I wanted that more than this. When he didn’t get a reply from me, he gently teased my nipple with his mouth, licking it and biting experimentally.
Admittedly, I struggled to form the words as he curled all three fingers. “Hurry up already,” I moaned.
He removed himself from me entirely, earning a whine from me, and sat up. “What’s that?”
Part of me hated when he made me ask him for it, but the other part of me liked that he knew exactly what to do to get me hot and bothered. “Hurry up,” I repeated myself.
“Hurry up with what?” He asked innocently, batting his eyelashes at me.
“Goddammit Toby stick it inside me already, you know what I want,” I begged, wriggling out of my underwear. Right as I sat up to pull off his own, he shoved me back down and took them off himself. I tilted my head up to see what he was doing and I caught a glimpse of his erection.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he chirped, grabbing a condom and lube from a drawer in his nightstand. He slicked himself up with one hand, rubbing my clit with the other to keep me vocal. Then, he pulled me closer to him and rested his tip against my entrance. “You ready?” He asked, waiting patiently despite the fact that I was literally rubbing myself against him because I was so impatient.
“Yea,” I breathed out.
He entered me slowly, giving me ample time to adjust to something other than his fingers. I crooned his name, fisting my hand in his hair how I knew he liked it, and he moaned in response. Eventually, he was fully inside me and waited for me to give him a signal to start moving. It took me a few moments to get used to the feeling of being stretched like this but when I was ready, I nodded to him, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He pulled all the way out before slamming right back into me. I yelped in surprise and he merely chuckled, slowing to a snail’s pace. Bastard, oh god, how I wanted to feel him inside me and I could, but like this he was taking forever.
“Toby,” I muttered.
“Hm?” He hummed, both hands on my thighs to keep me still while he worked.
“Go faster,” I whined.
“Like this?” He gave a sharp thrust in but instead of slowing down, he kept going, keeping the same pace.
I nodded vigorously as pleasure coursed through my body, making my toes curl, and my hand tighten in his hair. My other hand found its way to grip onto the sheets for stability as he rocked me back and forth with the power he was easily exerting. I knew it took no effort for him at all to hold my lower half while he did this, it was like picking up a toy.
I moaned his name out senselessly and he bit my shoulder in response. I threw my head back as he reached deep inside me only to pull out and slam back in. If I focused, I could hear the sound of skin slapping but it was lost in my moans and the occasional noise from Toby who was hiding his own face in my neck, sucking on it. I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could pull him even further into me.
We’d only just started but I already didn’t know how much longer I could last. He was usually so annoying, picking up the speed so slow that I would have to ask a million times before it ever reached this pace, but here I was, one ask in and getting fucked out of my mind.
I didn’t think I’d ever felt this good, how rough yet gentle he was being. He was mindlessly screwing himself into me, sucking and biting my neck, marking me up so that I knew I was his, but he was also holding me, making sure that if I wanted it I had to ask so that he knew I was okay with it. If I didn’t want it, I wouldn't have asked but I certainly liked this.
I was getting so lost in it, I almost didn’t realize how close I was to coming already. Toby knew though. I didn’t have to say, he just read body language like that, figured out from how frantically I was pulling on his hair and moaning. Right as I was about to spill over the edge, he ceased to move. I tried to rock against him, desperately craving an orgasm, but he held me still so that I didn’t move an inch despite my best attempts.
“Fuck, Toby, keep going, please, please,” I begged him, lifting his head up so that I could look him in the eyes while speaking.
“Do I want you here?”
‘What?” I panted, confused. Then, it dawned on me that he was referencing our argument. “Yes, yes you want me here.”
“Wrong answer babe,” he said, and upon seeing my eyes grow into saucers because what the fuck , he laughed. “Sike.”
Before I could tell him off for pulling dumb shit like that, he resumed his thrusts and I bit my hand to keep from being too loud. I lost all train of thought for another minute as he pounded into me, clearly seeking his own release. Then, my breath hitched and I saw white. Pure bliss traveled from my head to my hands in Toby’s hair, to my legs wrapped around his torso, to my toes curling with the rush of pleasure. I covered my entire mouth but even then, one could hear me loud and clear.
A few hard thrusts later, Toby grit his teeth above me, eyes shut tight, growling as he came. His head dropped to my chest, a light sheen of sweat covering both of our bodies as we caught our breath. He recovered faster than I did, as he did in any given situation with his athleticism, and pulled out of me. I squirmed at the feeling, but Toby was quick to fall on his side and pull me on top of him, reversing our positions.
“You good babe? Tried to go a little easier on you, dunno if you’d like it,” he asked, running his hands through my hair now, gently untangling any knots.
He could be gentle and sweet when he wanted, and thankfully he was always pleasant and comforting after sex, if he wasn’t looking for another round. It didn’t seem he was today though, content with me laying on top of him, catching my breath slowly but surely.