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Tommy and Tubbo were in a private voice chat together, Tommy was streaming his screen to Tubbo while the brunette watched.
Tommy currently had his and Wilbur's dms open, typing random shit in the message box while snickering with Tubbo. It was both dumb and risky, but they were having too much fun to care.
Tubbo knew about Tommy's crush on the elder, so he suggested more "flirty" stuff. They began googling up shitty pick-up lines, laughing at how corny some of them were.
Eventually they got more and more sexual, now Tommy was typing about how he wanted Wilbur to "Rail him", and how he wanted to "suck his dick".
Tommy almost falls out of his chair as they both burst out laughing for the 3rd time in 1 minute. They were truly just two dumb teenagers.
"Holy shit man, this is too funny." Tommy let out a breathy laugh.
"Ha, yea- oh. Oh, Oh, Oh- Tommy?!" Tubbo began stammering, sending Tommy in a wave of panic as well.
"What, what?!" Tommy exclaimed, before taking a look at his computer screen. "Shit." He cursed out, beginning to type onto the keyboard.
He realized he had just sent one of the messages. And Wilbur was typing.
> Tommyinnit : Can I suck your dick lol
> Wilbur Soot : What?
Wilbur probably assumed it's some sort of stupid joke, not a funny one, but a joke nonetheless.
He also wishes his dumb crush was a joke, it would save him a lot of stress and worrying, but yet here they were.
Tubbo and Tommy began discussing (or moreso screaming at each other) on what Tommy should do. They decided that if they started it might as well have their fun and keep poking at the sleeping bear.
> Tommyinnit : I want to suck your dick.
Tommy repeated the text. They both began calming down, giggling again at their stupid jokes. God, they never learn, do they?
Tommy started truly panicking when he saw the 'Wilbur soot is calling you' message pop up on his screen, Tubbo's eyes slightly shoot up with surprise as well when he saw it.
"Shit, uh, I'll call you later, Tubbs." Tommy says, earning a quick 'alright' from Tubbo, before ending the call and answering Wilbur's.
When he answered, he was greeted with a long silence from Wilbur, making him even more anxious than before.
He shouldn't have gone that far he should not have gone that far-
"So," Wilbur spoke, he sounded rather tired, Tommy's texts might've woken him up. "Are you gonna explain the messages?"
"I- Listen Wilbur I was- wasn't like... Just, I- Me and-" Tommy suddenly became a stuttering mess, and he could feel himself begin to physically shake out of fear. Did he just fuck up his friendship with Wilbur? Fuck fuck fuck-
"You seemed rather confident in your decisions just a few minutes ago, what happened?" Wilbur asked, again, he sounded tired, not really showing any other emotion, which scared Tommy shitless.
"Listen man- it was just a joke-" At this point Tommy was just stammering over his words trying to explain himself.
Wilbur laughed, and Tommy let out a sigh, before becoming even more anxious. Was Wilbur laughing at him? Or did he just find the whole situation amusing? Or was it a sarcastic laugh?
"Shouldn't be running your mouth where it doesn't belong then, Tommy." Wilbur said, "Those weren't 'just jokes', were they?"
At this point, Tommy was six feet under and sweating balls. He gulped, choosing his next words carefully. He had only 2 options. Lie, or tell the truth. Simple as that.
Well, he was already too far gone, might as well not try to make it worse.
"Listen, man, I was just joking around with Tubbo while typing dumb shit in your message box, I didnt mean to send it, I'm sorry." Tommy spilled everything, talking as fast as possible.
"Uh-huh, your finger must've slipped, right?" Wilbur said, a hint of sarcasm and amusement in his voice.
"I'm serious man! I didn't mean to send it, ask Tubbo!" Tommy said defensively without really thinking.
Wilbur doesn't say anything other than a quick 'okay', but instead decided to do exactly what Tommy told him. He went over to his dms with Tubbo, not ending his call with Tommy yet.
"What are you doing?" Tommy asked, hearing the keyboard clicking sounds.
"Asking Tubbo."
Tommy nodded to himself, knowing Wilbur couldn't see.
> Wilbur soot : Hey Tubbo
> Tubbo : Oh hi wil.?
> Wilbur soot : Tommy told me everything, is it true?
> Tubbo : Oh he told you he liked you? And yeah it's true.
Hold the phone, what did he just say?
Wilbur made an audible confused noise, his brows slightly frowning in confusion at the bit of information he had just received.
That caught Tommy's attention, causing him to start shouting.
"WHAT? WHAT DID HE SAY? WILBUR WHAT DID HE SAY?!!!"
"Tommy, do you have a crush on me?" Wilbur asked, his tone never changing, keeping it light-hearted and amused.
Tommy's face dropped, and his eyes widened. Rapidly spamming Tubbo 'WTF' while doing so.
"Of course n-not! W-Why would you think that, Wil?" Tommy stammered, trying to keep his voice steady, but failing miserably. Wilbur obviously didn't buy it.
"Oh, so you don't want to suck my dick as you asked me a few minutes prior?" Wilbur asked with a smirk, testing how far he can push Tommy before he breaks and confesses.
He was speechless for a few seconds, but relieved Wilbur doesn't seem *too* upset.
"I DON'T FUCKING LIKE YOU LIKE THAT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TUBBO SAID BUT HE'S PROBABLY PULLING A PRANK ON YOU O-OR SOMETHING-" Tommy stuttered again, sighing when he doesn't receive any answer from Wilbur, he's obviously not convinced. "Just- fuckin' drop it, Wil."
"You don't have to lie to me, Toms." Wilbur said, and he could've sworn that bastard got closer to the mic, like the sly fuck he was.
"Just admit it, you want me to fuck you, don't you?" The teen just fucking whined at that, and that does it for Wil, "Cause I want to fuck you."
Tommy let out an exhale, partially because he doesn't know what to say and partially because he doesn't want to say anything, knowing he'd just stumble over his own words if he tried talking.
"Turn your camera on." And Tommy froze, shocked. But he does just that albeit hesitantly.
Wilbur smirked to himself when the other turned it on with no further arguments.
He was being so obedient and perfect for Wilbur. He looked all small and blowsy, Wilbur took it all in before he continued.
"I bet you knew you sent the message, that's why you didn't delete it, hm?" Wilbur spat, enjoying the way tommy let out a frustrated whimper.
"Wil-" He breathed out, looking away from the camera.
"What? Already hard? Want to touch yourself?"
"Please."
Wilbur would've immediately let him on any other day, but now he wanted to torture the younger as much as possible.
"You do? Well, you'll have to work for it." Wilbur turned his own camera on, and Tommy was met with that damned smirk he imagined a few minutes ago.
"But- Wil please"
"No buts, persuade me."
"Fuck you, man, how would i even-?"
"Beg." And that would be the second time tommy froze in that one call.
"Wha-What?" Tommy laughed off the embarassment and shook his head, brushing some hair out of his eyes.
"I said beg." Wilbur repeated, and Tommy can't believe the low he was about to stoop to.
"I.. what if I don't?" Tommy smirked back, refusing to go that far so easily.
"That's fine, guess you don't want this then. I'll just leav-"
"WAIT, NO. I..uh- I'm.. oh fuck you." Tommy began stuttering again, making Wilbur let out a low chuckle that sent shivers down Tommy's spine. "P-Please, Wil, please let me touch myself." Tommy begged, face red with embarrassment.
"Good boy, go ahead." Wilbur praised as he watched the younger's hand lower down to his crotch, carefully unzipping his pants.
"A-Are you just gonna fuckin sit there and watch or are you gonna join me?" Tommy asked, making Wilbur let out another chuckle.
"Don't have to be such a desperate bitch, Tommy."
"I'm not!" Tommy defended, watching as Wilburs hands snake down to his own crotch.
"Yeah, yeah, I mean you were totally not begging for permission to touch yourself seconds prior like a whore, I was." Wilbur's gaze was heavy as he watched Tommy shudder at the words and start his hand up, bucking slightly into the newfound friction. "Fuck Tommy, so pretty. wish I was there with you, I'd have you sobbing on my dick, especially after that backchat."
Tommy whimpered, as he continued pumping his dick up and down, letting out small moans and whimpers, watching as Wilbur mimicks his actions.
"W-Wil-" Tommy moaned, before they both came with a groan.
They panted for a few minutes, out of breath.
"Fuck, got cum all over my desk." Tommy cursed, though he really didn't mind after having the best orgasm of his life.
"Hey, Tommy, wanna fulfill your wish from earlier next time we meet up?" Wilbur asked smugly.
"Fuck you." Tommy said, ending the call, then letting out a sigh, leaning into his chair.
He decided to call Tubbo, seeing he's been spamming him for the past 20 minutes.
He gets in a call with him, excitedly telling him what happened.
"Oh wow, well you're welcome. If it weren't for me you would've never told him" Tubbo said smugly, wanting to rub it in his face as much as possible.
"Piss off." Tommy scoffed playfully.
Usually he'd be more mad, but tonight he was too happy for such little thing to ruin his night.