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Eager Hands On Soft Flesh

Ticci Toby x Chubby!Transmasc!Reader

My half of a trade with @pompeiisystem !

Genre: Smut

Summary: After you let slip that you’ve got your fair share of insecurities about your body, Toby simply can’t pass up the opportunity to appreciate every bit of you.

Content/Warnings: Body worship, Reader’s body is focused on but I specifically chose NOT to use the word “fat,” Reader is insecure about their weight but Toby is there for reassurance, fucking against the kitchen counter, unprotected penis in trans masc vagina sex, fingering, oral sex (reader receiving), messy pussy eating, cumming inside, praise, use of “cunt,” “pussy,” and similar variations to describe Reader’s genitalia, Toby has a dick piercing but it’s only briefly mentioned

“Toby, be honest, do you think this outfit would look better if I…you know, lost some weight?”

The sudden lurch of his body followed by sputtering and coughing as he chokes on his drink makes you jump. Your eyes widen a bit as you watch him struggle to regain his composure, wiping his mouth and trying not to spit. His tongue clicks involuntary, neck jerking in all directions as he tries to process what he’s just heard.

“Wh— W-What the hell are you t-talkin’ about?” He stammers, speaking through the discomfort of off brand soda in his windpipe.

“I just mean…you know,” You reply, suddenly feeling sheepish as you look down at the crimson sweater keeping snug against your top half, “I was just thinking…maybe I should—“

“Did I s-say something?” Toby says quickly. He rises from where he was sitting at the kitchen table, wiping his chin with his sleeve one last time. “Did I m-make you—shhhrk!—make you— m-make you think that you h-had to?”

“Oh no, of course not!” You’re fast to reply, gently putting your hands on his arms and giving a small squeeze. “No, no, it’s not you at all, I promise. I was just thinking—“

“W-Well you shouldn’t d-do that anymore.”

You sigh softly, moving your hands down go grasp his. You run your thumbs over his knuckles as his fingers tense and twitch despite his best efforts to hold onto you, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Toby, come on, I didn’t mean anything bad about you. I’m just saying…I want you to be honest with me, that’s all.”

You look down at yourself, at the knit sweater and jeans you’ve put on. They’re comfortable, yes, but there’s something about the way you look in them that just doesn’t add up. You shouldn’t have expected to look exactly like the model on the website, really. You didn’t think you did.

You’re starting to feel foolish for spending your money on this. It was silly, really, to be so excited about something as simple as a cute sweater, but at the time you thought you couldn’t live without it. You have plenty of other perfectly good outfits in your closet. Really, what reason did you have to think—

You gasp softly when Toby suddenly pulls you in, ripping you from your thoughts with hands on your waist, gently grabbing at your love handles and pushing you back against the counter. His lips find your neck in a split second.

You moan softly, the sensation surprising but not unpleasant. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt with one hand and run your fingers through his hair with the other. He groans under his breath when you tug just a bit.

“Please, baby,” He whispers against your skin, “P-Please, let me love on y-you just a-a bit…”

“Toby, what are you—“

“Nothing, baby, I-I’m not doing a-anything…Just l-let me…”

Your cheeks are getting hot fast. You make no effort to push him away, but you can’t help getting flustered.

“Toby, c’mon, you don’t have to do all this…”

“I-I want to, though,” He says quickly, starting to nip and suck at your neck between kisses, “I’m not v-vvv-very good with words, I-I…I just—j-just wanna show you—shhh!—s-show you what you f-feel like…to m-me…”

He pauses with a sigh, pulling back slowly. He looks up at you almost hesitantly, an expression you rarely see on his face. He’s always the first to act on an impulse, rarely ever thinking twice about anything; what’s slowing him down now?

“…i-if you’ll let me, I-I mean.”

The words come out far too gentle for Toby, and it makes you melt against him a bit. He’s always so eager to get his hands on your body, but something in him is sensing something unsure in you. You look back into the mossy color of his hazel eyes with contemplation.

You can’t stop the gentle smile that spreads over your face.

You pull him down to give him a slow kiss, and he happily returns the gesture. When you pull back again, there’s no hiding the anticipation on his face as he awaits your answer.

“…Of course, Toby.”

He takes only a split second to process the words before suddenly he’s roughly suckling and nipping at the flesh of your neck. You yelp in surprise, but not discomfort. You bite your lip as you grip his hair, trying to keep him against you.

His hands freely wander your body, moving up and down your sides before slipping beneath your sweater. You suck in a breath when he gives an affectionate squeeze to your love handles, fingers greedily grabbing at the warmth beneath your skin. He groans as he feels you, entire body shuddering at the sensation of you beneath his hands.

He moves so quickly, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear at any moment, like some invisible clock is counting down and the moment is reaches zero you’ll fade away. He grabs at you and sucks at your neck like he’s feeding on you, like your body heat is the only thing sustaining him. He needs you, and you can feel it in every touch.

He pushes your sweater up to your chest before hands slide down towards the waistband of your jeans. Twitching fingertips fiddle with the button and then the fly, yanking down the zipper with such speed you were worried it would break. He pulls the jeans down around your ankles, not bothering to pull them off before moving on to your underwear.

He looks up at you, fingers tapping anxiously at the waistband. He licks his dry lips, mouthing a silent ‘Can I?’

“Yes, yes, please,” You reply without hesitation, nodding quickly. You gasp softly when he tugs your underwear down to your knees, exposing your now soaked pussy to the cool air and making you shudder. He can’t stop the breathy moan that slips from his lips at the sight.

“S-So fucking beautiful…” He mutters through crooked teeth as he lowers himself slowly. Normally he would be eager to drop to his knees and service you, but just this once he’s taking his time. He’s methodical as he leaves a warm trail of kisses down your belly, letting his lips linger for a long few seconds before he moves down just a bit more. You watch with bated breath as he makes his way down until there’s no further to go.

“…You know I-I love this-sss-s pretty tummy, don’t you?” He mumbles against your skin, looking up into your eyes. Your heart skips a bit when you nod. He doesn’t seem satisfied.

“Say it.”

“…I…I know, Toby.”

One corner of his mouth briefly quirks up into a smirk before an involuntary jerk of his neck and scrunching of his nose pulls it back down again..

He pauses then, eyes widening slightly with something you can only describe as admiration as his eyes trail down to your sweet cunt, wetting his lips on instinct.

You don’t have a second to wonder what he’s doing before suddenly his warm mouth engulfs your cunt. In a split second it seems all semblance of patience has left his body. You cry out, throwing your head back as your back arches. You instinctively push your hips against him, grinding into his mouth.

“T-Toby—!”

Your fingers find his untamed thatch of brown hair in an instant, gripping tightly just how he likes. He moans as you call out his name, his voice sending vibrations through your cunt. He’s an excitable, messy eater, lapping at your cunt with need and not bothering to try and hide the wet squelching sounds his mouth makes as his tongue slides in an out of you, lips curling around the mound of your pussy and the tip of his crooked nose bumping your swollen clit.

“Fuck…mmh…” He groans under his breath, not once losing contact or pulling away, “Y-You have no idea how m-much— m-mumble, mumble— much I-I love this boycunt…t-tastes sooo, s-so— so sweet…could just…just— j-just eat it for hours…”

He’s slurring his words already, speech messy and scattered at the words carelessly flow between his lips and down his chin like water over the edge of a cliff. His mouth is already soaking, drool leaking from his mouth and gash combined with your slick arousal.

You squeal when you feel his two of his fingers prod at your entrance, anxiously pushing through and wasting no time reaching as deep as they can. Your entire body tenses and your back arches involuntarily against the counter as his digits twitch inside of you, slipping in and out at an excited pace.

“C-Careful, Toby,” You stammer. He gives only a quick nod in reply before pushing in a third finger, the tip of his tongue now flicking at your clit. A thick mixture of his own spit and the juices leaking from your cunt is dripping down his chin and running down his neck.

The hand not nestled in his hair is bracing you against the counter, gripping the marble hard as you struggle to keep yourself steady. You’re resisting the urge to just collapse with each shockwave Toby’s tongue and fingers send through your throbbing pussy. His free hand is grabbing at your sides and hips, half trying to keep you up and half groping you for his own pleasure. He spreads his fingers out inside of you, stretching you as much as he can as he readies you to take his cock.

When he finally pulls away you’re struggling to breathe, chest heaving with heavy gasps as you recover. He stands back up to his full height, towering over you and not even bothering to wipe his mouth before he captures your lips in a heated kiss. You could care less about the feeling of your own viscous arousal against your lips; there’s no room for disgust in your lust-filled brain.

Toby’s panting as well when he pulls away, licking his lips before speaking.

“You s-sss-see how sweet you t-taste?”

You mimic his gesture, tongue darting out to lick over your own lips. You shyly nod, and a crooked smile spreads across his face.

“C’mon, b-bend over f’me,” He says, giving your side an encouraging pat.

You happily comply, laying yourself over the counter and arching your back a bit. You shiver at the familiar sound of his belt unbuckling, then his fly coming down, and then that wonderful sigh of relief he lets out when he pushes down his jeans and boxers in one go. Not even a second later his tip is pressing against your cunt.

He leans over you, nuzzling into your neck and wrapping his arms around your middle.

“You ready?” He whispers, and you nod without thinking.

He immediately pushes inside of you, groaning into your ear as you tense, nails digging into the flesh of your palm as his cock stretches you. The bulbous head manages to bully its way into your cunt, and you can feel the veins on his shaft as they brush against your walls. The crooked Prince Albert piercing adoring his tip scrapes against your cervix and pulls a drawn out moan from your glistening lips.

Toby curses to himself as he bottoms out, finally pushing in as far as he can go. You can feel his cock twitching with need inside of you as it acclimates to your tight hole. He’s clinging to you like his life depends on it, fingers pressing into the ample flesh of your soft tummy and sides.

A choked noise claws its way out of your throat as he slowly pulls back, your cunt squelching and dripping as his cock recedes to the head, pausing for a moment before pushing back in. You cry out with a broken call of his name, your plump body pushed hard into the counter that’s currently keeping you from collapsing into a heap on the floor beneath your lover.

Toby’s lanky body practically engulfs yours as he ruts into you over and over again, slowly but surely getting faster with each thrust as he faces less and less resistance from your pussy, the slick canal gradually being molded to the shape of his cock. He’s huffing and moaning in your ear, not at all shy or ashamed to be vocal for you.

“Nngh…I-I don’t think I’ll—Fuck! Shit!—I’ll ever— e-ev-vvv-ver get used to t-this perfect fff-fuckin’ boycunt…Goddamn…!”

He’s grabbing all over your body, hands moving feverishly between your chest and stomach and hips as he squeezes every inch of hot skin he can find.

“Sooo fucking h-handsome,” He sighs in your ear, “I’m s-so fucking lucky that I-I get to— t-to love you like this-sss-s…”

He can hardly get the words out between his desperate mewls, needy sounds that he couldn’t keep at bay if he tried. He’s drooling again, unable to focus on muscle control as his base instincts take over, screaming at him to just forget everything else and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.

You reach up to gently push his cheek against your own, pressing a kiss to his jaw and making him whine. He turns his head to kiss you once more, tongue pushing past your lips and allowing you to taste the last remnants of your soggy cunt on his tongue.

His cock reaches every bit of your insides, pushing in so far you swear you can feel it in your stomach. With each thrust he only speeds up more and more, rambling on and on about how amazing you feel and how badly he needs this perfect boypussy.

“So beautiful,” He chokes out, eyes starting to roll back in his head, “S-So fucking beautiful…all thick and p-perfect…fuck, a-ah—!”

He’s starting to lose his pace, and fast. One of his hands slowly slides down your stomach, his middle finger pawing at your clit. You cry out at the unexpected stimulation and your knees nearly buckle beneath you, prompting Toby to tighten his grip on you just in case you can’t stand yourself up anymore. He rubs your clit in soft circles, just the way you’d taught him all that time ago. Just the way you like.

“Nngh—! T-Toby,” You stammer, barely able to get the words out, “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna…!”

“I-I know,” He replies in a rush, “I-I wanna—want it! want it!—w-wanna feel you cum around me…p-please, please…?”

God, how can you deny him when he begs like that?

You start to push back against him in time with his thrusts, assisting him in sheathing himself inside of you and savoring the wonderful fullness. Your legs are shaking obviously now, and you have to fight to keep yourself up even with Toby’s help. He’s not too steady himself.

He’s started to rub your clit a bit harder, no longer able to focus on keeping his pace steady with his fingers nor his thrusts. The constant shifts in pressure and speed are only pushing you to your release faster.

He’s whining endlessly in your ear, slurring his words as he drones on and on about how handsome you are, how much he loves you, how grateful he is that he’s the only one who gets to fuck this precious little cunt.

He’s barely keeping time now, any sense of rhythm forgotten as he desperately ruts into you over and over again. He’s almost at his limit, not far behind you.

“Toby,” You gasp, “Please, I-I’m gonna—!”

“Do it,” He growls, “D-Do it, please, lemme f-fff-feel that pussy tighten around m-me…”

Just his words, the clear desperation and need in his voice, is enough to push you over the edge. You manage one last cry of his name before you cum around his twitching cock, cunt squeezing and convulsing as you struggle to cope with the wave of pleasure washing over you with more force than you were ready for.

Toby curses under his breath and sputters out what you think is a warning, but you can barely hear him with the way your head is spinning. That’s what makes it all the more jarring when suddenly he’s releasing inside of you, the fullness of his cock replaces with the thick warmth of his seed spilling into you deeper than you ever thought possible. He groans as his thrusting lazily slows to a stop, leaving you both sweaty and panting.

He releases his death grip on you, but keeps his arms around your middle. He nuzzles against your cheek with a sigh. He shifts slightly, and you cringe a bit when you feel some of his cum dripping out of you.

“You’re s-so beautiful baby,” He mumbles against your skin, clearly just as fucked out as you are, “So fucking…p-perfect…my h-ha-handsome boy…”

You give him a tired smile, pressing a little kiss to his warm cheeks.

“I know, Toby. I know.”

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hell is a high school dance (nsfw)

henry bowers x patrick hockstetter

anonymous requested Henry and Patrick being forced to serve punch at a dance, leaving to fuck around, and getting caught.

i hope you like this <3

word count: 1308

School dances fucking suck. Being forced to serve punch at a school dance as an alternative to a normal detention, though, is far worse.

Especially when you have to dress up. Henry was wearing a fucking button-down shirt, his sleeves rolled up, only one button undone at the top. And slacks. Fucking slacks.

Patrick matched him but looked far less ridiculous. Patrick could wear anything and still look like hot fucking shit, and it just wasn’t fair.

Henry wasn’t made for this shit. He wasn’t the kind of guy who could just dress up, stand behind a table, and hand people shitty little cups of shitty punch.

One good thing — Patrick’s ever-present smile kept people from actually coming up and getting any punch. Patrick could be terrifying when he wanted to be, and right now, he wanted to be.

“I’m so fucking bored, dude,” Henry griped after half an hour.

“I know,” Patrick said, running a hand through his hair. “I could use a smoke. Or something more interesting.”

He said the last part with a slick grin at Henry. Henry let out a small smile and rolled his eyes.

It had only been going on for a few weeks, this thing between them. But it had been a long time coming, and Henry felt like they were catching up for lost time every time they ended up alone. Or almost alone. Belch and Vic didn’t count, not when it came to Henry and Patrick being all over each other.

The guys wouldn’t tell anyone. They didn’t have anyone to tell, even if they wanted to. But they were loyal. They’d never breathe a word of it to anyone.

“Hey there,” came a nasally voice on the other side of the table.

Henry and Patrick turned away from each other and looked at the person who dared to walk up to them, to interrupt them.

Trashmouth fucking Tozier. His eyes bugged out behind his coke bottle glasses, and he was actually wearing a tiny suit over his customary Hawaiian shirt.

Henry rolled his eyes.

“The fuck do you want?” he asked.

“Only some of this delicious punch, my good man,” said Richie in a lilting voice that was supposed to be, like, British or something. Didn’t really sound like it, though.

Patrick picked up a cup and all but dropped it in the kid’s waiting hand.

“There,” he said, giving him a terrifying smile. “Now beat it.”

The kid didn’t leave, taking a sip of the punch.

“Leave,” Henry barked.

“Jesus, yes sir,” the kid said.

Then he wandered away.

“I’m bored,” said Patrick. “C’mon.”

“Where?” Henry said, huffing out a laugh.

“There’s gotta be an empty bathroom around. C’mon.”

They looked around, making sure they weren’t being watched before they walked away from the table, exiting the gym and walking quickly down the hall to the nearest bathroom.

When they got in, the door closed behind them, Patrick turned to Henry and pulled him into a hard, insistent kiss.

“Fucking hate this shit,” he said. “Fucking hate it.”

“I know,” Henry said, his lips brushing Patrick’s.

He tangled a hand in Patrick’s hair and pulled as he pushed into another kiss, hard, all teeth and tongue.

“We should be at home. You should be fucking me until I scream,” Patrick said, slipping one hand down to drag his fingernails over the front of Henry’s pants.

“I fucking wish,” Henry said. “You’re such a good little bitch for me.”

“Yeah, I am,” Patrick said, grinning.

Then he got to his knees, undoing Henry’s belt and pants, pushing them down just enough to get at his dick. He took it into his mouth, still a little bit soft, but quickly getting hard. He swirled his tongue over the head, licked at the slit, took it deeper until it bumped the back of his throat. He closed his eyes, humming, happy.

He went at it, one of Henry’s hands in his hair, the other at the side of his face, moving up and down, looking up at Henry with a wicked smile in his eyes.

“So good for me,” Henry grunted. “So —” he bucked his hips, fucking into Patrick’s mouth — “fucking good for me.”

Patrick sighed and pulled off his dick, licking at Henry’s balls, pulling one into his mouth.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking lick my balls. You fucking love that, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Patrick said, pulling off for just a second before going right back to it, sucking the other into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue.

Then he went back to Henry’s dick, bobbing his head on it. Henry took him by the hair and started fucking his mouth, slow, so slow, little snaps of his hips against Patrick’s face.

He came a minute later, and Patrick held out his tongue, showing him his cum. Then he swallowed and stuck it out again, clean.

“That’s it, little bitch,” Henry sighed.

He tucked his dick back into his pants, doing the belt back up again but not tucking his shirt back in. Fuck it. Who fucking cared?

He pulled Patrick up by the hair, kissing him, tasting himself in Patrick’s mouth.

“You like that?” Patrick asked. “You like tasting your cum on me?”

“Yeah,” Henry sighed. “Love it.”

“Good,” Patrick said. “Get on your knees for me.”

Henry grinned and did it, undoing Patrick’s belt.

With Patrick’s belt in his hands, the door to the bathroom opened, and Tozier’s voice floated in.

“I told you, I’m pretty sure they’re — holy shit,” the kid said.

“Language, Richie —” said Mr. Jones, History teacher. Then: “Oh. My.”

Flushed from his chest to his cheeks, Henry scrambled to his feet. Richie was ecstatic.

“I knew it! I fucking knew it!” he kept saying.

“Shut it, trashmouth,” Patrick snapped, but still smiling. Always smiling.

Henry hit him once, hard, on the shoulder.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

Patrick just rolled his eyes.

“You boys — you — you need to get back to serving punch,” Mr. Jones stuttered.

“Yessir,” Henry said, avoiding his eyes.

Richie was still standing there, way too happy in his discovery.

“I knew it,” he said again.

“Richie,” Mr. Jones snapped. “Go back to the dance. I don’t need your help anymore.”

“Yes, my lord,” Richie said, giving him a deep bow.

Fucking weirdo.

Then he left.

“What — what you two boys do is your business,” Mr. Jones said. He wasn’t really looking at them, rather at the wall behind the two of them. “But keep it on your own time. Not ours. Get back to work.”

“Yessir,” Henry said again, looking at his feet.

“Come on,” Mr. Jones said. He opened the door and gestured for them to leave.

Patrick was the first to leave, taking Henry by the wrist and pulling him through it.

When they were in the hall, Mr. Jones well behind them, he started laughing. And couldn’t seem to stop.

“Jesus,” he said. “Jesus.”

“Shut up, asshole,” Henry snapped. “You know that kid’s going to tell anyone who’ll listen about us.”

“So people know,” Patrick said, still chuckling. “Who cares?”

“I care,” Henry said, pushing Patrick just a little bit.

Patrick caught him by the wrist and pulled him in for a light kiss.

“Who’s gonna stop us, huh?” he said, lips ghosting over Henry’s.

“You know who,” Henry shot back.

Then he pulled away from Patrick and walked back into the gym, back to the fucking punch table.

When they left, they went back to Patrick’s place, finishing what they started.

And on Monday morning, the whole school watched as, brazen as always, Patrick slipped his hand into Henry’s back pocket.

Henry swallowed and forced himself to be more brave than he felt.

If it wasn’t okay, now, if Butch found out… he was going to make it okay. He just was.

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