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Ranboo had done it, he had completed his dream of meeting up with Tubbo and staying at his house for the next few months. Tubbo was very very welcoming and got used to the company very fast, Ranboo was getting used to it too but for other reasons.
See, Ranboo's had a bit of a fascination with Tubbo since they had met, technically even before. Ranboo had been Tubbo's near biggest fan ever since he started watching his content, and it only got better once they became friends. Something Ranboo had learned about himself is that he really really likes Tubbo. A bit too much in fact. He even has a whole notebook full of Tubbo's favorite things, his address, his phone number, even some details about what he does every day of the week.
So safe to say he was a bit obsessed. But Tubbo didn't need to know that. No one did. So he always kept that loaded black notebook on him. He always kept a pen in the binding of it, it wrote very smoothly and hasn't failed him yet.
So here he sat in his desk chair, it was around 11:00 at night and Tubbo was sitting at his own desk playing a game of CS:GO with some friends. Ranboo was writing some notes on a crowded page in his journal, occasionally looking up at Tubbo and writing more. "Nah, fuck you man, you completely threw!" Tubbo says with a laugh, now sitting in a call with his headphones on, idly doing some things on his computer as he talks.
Ranboo knows what that means, he's most likely going to leave the call to shower then go to bed. Perfect. Ranboo closes his journal, tucks the pen away, he then pulls his phone out and begins scrolling through Twitter to look half bored. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Tubbo yawns. "Alright, I'm gonna head off for the night, another game tomorrow?" Tubbo pauses, listening to the response. "Yeah ok, night guys!"
He leaves the call then pulls his headphones off, powering off his PC. "Alright, I think I'm gonna shower then I'll be off to bed." Tubbo says, standing and stretching his back, a midriff showing his stomach. "Need anything while I'm up?" Ranboo shakes his head, shutting off his phone and putting his own PC in sleep mode.
"Alright, I'll be back then." Tubbo then climbs up into the loft to grab some pjs before going into the bathroom. Ranboo wastes no time in getting up and going up into the loft, changing into his pajamas. He uses the remote near his bed to shut off the lights then lays down. Now he just has to wait.
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Eventually, Tubbo leaves the bathroom and yawns once more, Ranboo can hear him shuffling into bed and more lights going off. He waits for about five minutes before sitting up.
This is something he's started to do ever since he got here, every night he'll try to make sure that he's 'asleep' before Tubbo, just so he can stay up a bit longer to take more notes on how he sleeps. Something he's learned is that Tubbo is a slightly heavy sleeper, well, he sleeps heavier than he initially thought. The way he knows this is because one night when he was taking notes, he sneezed, Tubbo didn't move an inch. He thinks Tubbo reacts more to physical stimulation than auditory stimuli when he's sleeping, considering countless nights Ranboo would try to wake up Tubbo by shouting at him over call and the sleeping boy wouldn't react until he was near yelling.
Speaking of notes, Ranboo grabs his notebook from under his pillow and places it in his lap, flipping to a clean page. After staring at the sleeping boy for a bit, he begins to write.
06/29/21
Something really interesting happened today. We both played VR games for our streams today, Toby played FNAF VR(he hates horror games). So something he tried doing for a bit was leaving through the side door, and to also make sure he didn't break any of his equipment, I picked him up and put him back in the center of the room.
The interesting thing that happened is when I picked him up, he went completely limp. He didn't even try to fight against me when I picked him up. And I did it twice! One of the times he was kicking and squirming telling me to stop, and the other time he didn't even try. It was so interesting. And it was really hard to not go to the bathroom and jerk off from how much he was begging for me to put him down. It was so hot.
Anyways, I definitely know that I can pick him up and carry him no problem, which might be good to know if I do anything drastic. That's all for now.
Ranboo closes his journal and slides it back under his pillow, he then sighs and scoots farther up the bed, leaning against the wall. He glances over at the sleeping boy and sighs longingly, he absolutely adores watching Tubbo sleep. He just looked so vulnerable. It's something he can't believe he can get every night, for free. He feels like a kid in a candy store watching Tubbo sleep.
Another thing that's even better, is that not only does Tubbo usually sleep in, but he also commonly gets morning wood. And he always sleeps commando. So everytime Tubbo wakes up, he's always embarrassed and rushes off to the bathroom before saying good morning. It's very adorable. He's snapped out of his thoughts by a soft groan from the boy and him shifting before relaxing further into the bed.
Something about that simple action really gets to Ranboo, as he feels himself twitching in his shorts (something he started to wear more since Tubbo would always get red and stuttery when he wore them). He lets a hand drift down and palms at the slowly forming bulge, huffing as sparks of pleasure shoot up his spine.
His mind drifts back to earlier in the day, the feeling of Tubbo squirming against him awakened something dark in him. The feeling of Tubbo's constant struggle to get away, but being rendered completely helpless to whatever he could try to do.
A sigh filters out of his lips as he imagines Tubbo being forced against the ground, Ranboo fucking into him as he cried, begging for Ranboo to stop. Saying he would do anything if he stopped, but evidently fucking himself back into Ranboo's cock, the only way he could try to buck him off is by fucking back into him. Ah, his pleas would be so pretty. Just the thought of him in distress is enough to make him nearly cum on the spot.
Pulling his boxers down slightly, he licks the palm of his hand and wraps it around his cock yet again. He forces his throat to tense as he starts to stroke, groans trying to force their way out into the air. Ranboo's eyes struggle to stay open as he continues to stroke, the pleasure rising faster than it usually would. He had been holding off for quite some time now, not jerking off for about a week before he even got to the UK, so he was a bit pent up.
Ranboo's eyes drift open and land on Tubbo's face, seeing how the boy's lips were now slightly slick from his own drool. He wonders how that would feel around his cock. Whether he forced himself into Tubbo's mouth while he was sleeping, awake, whatever. His mouth was probably warm too, and just so wet.
"Fuck- mm!!" Cum sprays up onto Ranboo's chest as he bites down on his fist, muffling his drawn out groan. His hips keep rolling up into his fist as he rides out his orgasm, relaxing against the wall. Once he's done he just wipes his hand on his shirt then takes it off, grabbing a spare hoodie he kept next to the bed and putting it on. It was of course some of his own merch, but just because it was comfy.
Sighing, he lays back down on his bed, body now actually relaxed as he shuts his eyes, falling into a fake world of Toby and dreams.