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Tommy and Tubbo had known each other since they could walk and talk, their parents having decided they were meant to be best friends when they saw the children playing together during kindergarten. They had been with each other through all arguments, all the reconciliations. They’ve known the other’s fleeting crushes and all of the other’s despise for certain people. They had been together when their height differences drastically changed, Tommy going from being much taller than Tubbo to shorter when Tubbo suddenly gets his growth spurt. There had been a lot of pouts and crossed arms during that. They had been together through it all.
When Tubbo presented as an alpha by going into a rut at ten years old? Tommy was there, holding him close as the older boy whimpered and whined about his aching cock in his pants, aggressively grinding on Tommy’s sheets and trying to get friction. Tommy wished he could help, but he didn’t know how, so he resorted to cuddles and hushed promises that all would be fine and it would be over soon.
When Tommy presented as an omega by going into his heat just a few months after Tubbo presented? The alpha was there, holding his hand, handing the blond all his shirts and hoodies to make a nest as he sobbed, curling up in Tubbo’s scent. He rubbed Tommy’s back soothingly as the boy humped the sheets desperately, dampening the fabric, his intimate parts aching for something that he didn’t know. He had pulled Tubbo into his nest, clinging to the alpha as he cried and Tubbo could only do the same thing Tommy did for him, promising him that it would be over soon.
Their ruts and heats were a pain in the ass for years, practically a curse when they synced. Whenever Tubbo and Tommy had their rut and heat respectively at the same time, they couldn’t be there to comfort each other, since their parents said it would clash horribly. They could only go on video calls, whispering words of encouragement to each other, promising that once the horrid second gender events were over, they would go out and eat ice cream and then go to one of their homes and cuddle because they would probably die if they didn’t get in physical contact for another day.
Now they were older, Tubbo sixteen and Tommy turning sixteen as well in April, they were more informed on what exactly could help their pains lessen during their– to put it simply, times of the month. That class had been a nightmare, exchanging awkward glances, finally understanding why their parents never let them be together during those fiascos.
But even when they learned of what they could do to ease the other’s heat or rut, they never tried. Of course, it was normal for perfectly good friends to help each other out during those times, but there have been instances of said friends accidentally knotting when the alpha or beta had been too late to pull out, which would result in instinctive mating bites. And mating someone you weren’t attracted to romantically was highly frowned upon.
So years went on, and they did the same things. Hushed words of comfort, lingering touches, holding each other close. Perfectly platonic, as they always have been.
Tubbo’s possessiveness and protectiveness was all in a friendly manner. The way his arm wraps around Tommy when some beta or alpha even dared to approach was all just his concern that Tommy wasn’t being courted by the person who would treat him right. The totally not too long from-the-back hugs were to tease, breathing down hot breaths on Tommy’s neck simply to make him giggle, because he liked Tommy’s laugh. Tommy was his best friend.
The way Tommy clung to him like a constantly lost child was out of habit. The way Tommy looked up at him and smiled like the stars that burned bright in the night sky did nothing to his heart, no. The way his mind was swarmed with thoughts of the oh so clingy omega that just loved being so affectionate with him didn’t make his face turn red, didn’t make him twist and turn in bed, unable to sleep.
He didn’t think about what it would be like to take care of the omega during his heat, the proper way as their professor had taught. He didn’t think about Tommy with teary eyes and a shaky smile, thanking him over and over for treating him so well. He didn’t think about Tommy desperately clutching his shirt, letting out lewd sounds as he bounced on Tubbo’s–
The alpha sits up, eyes wide, before he shakes his head. Bad thoughts. Bad, non-platonic thoughts. He swallows his spit as guilt swells in his chest, choosing to ignore his straining erection. Tommy was his best friend.
His eyes search around the room for something, anything to calm his rapidly beating heart. His gaze lands towards his desk, where a framed picture of him and a certain omega sat. It was taken after they had their first sync. They were clung to each other, Tommy sitting in Tubbo’s lap, as pressed into the older’s chest as much as he can, Tubbo having his arms around the omega tightly, protectively. Their parents had laughed at how clingy they were, practically inseparable.
Best friends. Tommy was his best friend.
Tubbo continues to stare at the picture, fists clenched. He was in love with his best friend.
The next day is absolutely terrific. Not only was he so close to being late for his bus, he had gone into his rut as well. Right before ramming straight into the seat next to Tommy. Great. He couldn’t back out and go home now, because he was already here, his attendance being recorded by the driver to be sent to the school. These were one of the many times he wished his school wasn’t so damn strict.
Tommy’s eyes widen when he watches Tubbo aggressively sit next to him, face adorning a bright blush. The blond looked like he had run a marathon while having a fever, eyes watery and dazed, mouth pulled in a sad pout, his thighs pressed close together. Tubbo huffs, looking away awkwardly.
“Sync, huh?” Tommy nervously giggles, fiddling with Tubbo’s hands to distract himself, the alpha letting him do as he pleases. “How fun..”
Tubbo bumps his head with Tommy’s lightly. “It’s fine. We’re half-day today, anyways. Just a few hours and we can go home.”
Tommy frowns. “This is our first sync where we’re together.”
Silence envelopes them after that.
Tubbo tries not to think about the night before, when he had his realization. Deep down in his heart, he knows he’s been in love with Tommy for a while now. When did he fall? He can never tell. Was it when he had his first rut, and Tommy had hugged him, treating him gently? Was it when they had one of their syncs, and Tommy’s first thought was to call him, greeting him with messy hair and eyes brimmed with tears, still managing a smile just to encourage Tubbo? Perhaps it was after one of those syncs, where Tommy ran out of his house and across the street to Tubbo’s, swinging Tubbo’s door open and jumping into the alpha’s waiting arms, whining about missing him so badly?
It’s not as dreadful now that he thinks more on it. Tommy was lovely, with his sweet smile and little quips. He always cheered Tubbo on, telling him that he could tell Tommy all his worries, the same way Tommy could vent to Tubbo.
Then he remembers they had a sync today, and he deflates. He was not looking forward to dealing with his erratic heart and erotic instincts all in the same day.
He feels a tugging on his arm and turns to Tommy, who gave him a smile.
Just one day. The only time they’ll be together for one sync. What could possibly go wrong?
Over the years, Tubbo had gotten better at masking his pain when he had his rut. Once, he had gone into it during a class and was able to fight off the instinct to get his dick wet for the whole day until he got home, running up to his room and finally relieving his dick and getting off, tears springing in his eyes from pure relief.
Tommy? Not so much. Tubbo could see the boy trying hard not to sob out loud, straining from grinding on something, anything . His body is trembling, always latching onto Tubbo immediately after a class ends, crying as silently as he can into the alpha’s shoulder. Tubbo never complains. Only cooes gently and wraps Tommy in his arms, whispering to him that it was only a few more hours before they could go home.
It’s the only comfort they have, being together through this one. Tubbo wasn’t exaggerating when he said heats and ruts hurt a shit ton. Sometimes Tubbo would look at the one beta guy in his and Tommy’s class in his tall ass glory and think, Lucky fuck , because while alphas had ruts and omegas heats, betas had a scent change. Then he quickly discards the petty thought, once he remembers that those scent changes felt like skin peeling off. He shudders.
It was their final class, and Tubbo threw his head back in relief, slumping into the chair that was slotted right beside Tommy, like always. He frowns when he sees Tommy shaking, head in hands as he silently cries. His pants were probably soaking wet, cunt aching. Tubbo’s goal today was to get Tommy home as quickly as he can with no interruptions, and though he’d honestly love to relieve them both by doing less than appropriate things, he’s not sure he wants to without Tommy’s consent.
Tommy’s heat muddled brain would make him say yes immediately, but Tubbo wanted his Tommy to genuinely consent, not just out of instinct.
Maybe it’s his hope that Tommy felt the same way. Maybe it’s the tiny faith he has that Tommy would trust him enough, love him enough, to let Tubbo take care of him. Maybe he’s just really horny for his best friend and would really appreciate it if he got to relieve from his rut by fucking Tommy in specific. There are plenty of maybes.
It’s a struggle to get through the class without looking at Tommy, taking his hand and whispering words of comfort as he got through his own predicament. Both were too embarrassed to tell the professor about their problems, figuring they could just call off school for the following days instead of just skipping for today. Only about two hours left. Just two more.
The class ends, and Tubbo jumps, taking Tommy’s hand and leading them both out of the classroom. They were about to reach the doors when Tommy tugs at Tubbo’s sleeve.
“Mum said she was picking us up today,” the omega mumbled, face burning as he stumbled around, using Tubbo to stay still. “We’re going out for dinner apparently. My phone has no battery so I can’t call her to tell her we need to get home quickly.”
Tubbo purses his lips, fishing his own phone out of his bag and huffing in annoyance when he sees it was also out of battery. “Okay.”
They stand there by the doors, waiting for Tommy’s mum. Tubbo knows he can just tell Tommy to ride the bus anyways, since their parents would understand their hurry.
He doesn’t.
He doesn’t know how many minutes have passed as they sat there, huddled together for comfort, Tubbo’s nose pressed firmly into Tommy’s hair, inhaling the boy’s shampoo. It was a minty scent, which contrasted a lot to Tommy’s natural vanilla scent. Tubbo quite liked the combination.
Tommy continues to tremble, fingers latched onto Tubbo’s shirt.
Tubbo’s eyes roam around, looking for a clock to check the time. He finds one just a few away and tries to read it. It was almost five. A few more minutes. Just a few more minutes.
“Hurts,” Tommy whines into his neck, gripping onto his shirt more harshly. “Hurts so bad!”
Tubbo cooes, eyes fluttering shut when Tommy starts grinding down on his lap. Fuck. “Just– Just a little more, Toms.”
"Please," Tommy sobs, clutching the older's shirt, hips weakly lifting and slamming down, Tubbo starting to feel his wetness. "Tubs, it hurts. It hurts so much."
Tubbo would have hesitated before. Would have asked a million times if Tommy was completely sure. Would have pulled Tommy in for a hug and told him to wait just a little longer so that they could go home.
He doesn't hesitate now when he grabs Tommy by the wrist and pulls them in an empty classroom next to area for waiting, shoving the door closed and locking it.
He takes Tommy’s thighs, lifting them and making the boy sit on the teacher’s desk, prying his legs apart and ripping off the fabric of his skirt. The omega’s damp pants go next, and the pieces of clothing are thrown into a corner in the room.
Tommy attempts to close his legs when the cold slaps him in the face, making him feel vulnerable with just how exposed he was, pussy leaking for Tubbo to see. Tubbo smiles, like he found it cute, and the omega flusters, stopping his attempts to close his legs and letting Tubbo touch him all over.
“You drive me insane, you know that?” Tubbo mumbles, leaning down and pressing kisses to his inner thighs, planting a wet kiss on Tommy’s clit. The omega shivers, pathetically gushing out slick at the slightest stimulation. “You can’t just be this precious little thing clinging on to me all the time and expect me not to want to ruin you, Tommy.”
“Precious?” Tommy asks, blinking dumbly up at him, mind muddled with the pleasure the alpha gave him as he softly rubbed Tommy’s folds.
Tubbo smiles, slipping two fingers in and curling up, adoring the drawn out mewl it let out of his Tommy. “My precious little omega. We’ve both been so worked up today, huh? Want it to stop hurting? Want alpha to help you, darling?”
Tommy pouts sniffling. “Yes. Yes, alpha. Please. Need it.”
And when had Tubbo ever been able to say no to him?
He finds it endearing, how easily he turned the omega into a pathetic squealing mess on a teacher’s desk, flat on his back as the alpha’s cock speared his pussy and scraped deliciously against the hot, wet walls. Choked off moans of “Thank you, alpha!” and “So good!” slur from the boy’s mouth, eyes rolled to the very back of his head.
Hands roam and grope his over sensitive form, snaking under his rolled up shirt, calloused hands poking and prodding Tommy’s flat tits, pinching the boy’s nipples softly between gentle fingers, much gentler compared to Tubbo’s brutal ramming into the omega’s cunt.
Tubbo thinks the omega is gorgeous like this, wrecked and fucked out of his mind, mouth hanging open and letting out sweet sounds that the alpha wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty,” Tubbo mutters, planting tender kisses all over Tommy’s face, a hand coming up to thumb over an area in Tommy’s neck, right where his scent gland was. How easy it would be to mate him then and there, claiming the boy. His omega. Tommy would be his omega. “My precious darling. Even when you’re a sobbing mess you’re still so beautiful.”
Tommy whimpers, legs flailing when Tubbo grabs him by his thighs and lifts him, pulling him down on the floor. He forces the poor omega to bounce on his cock, keeping a bruising hold on his hips, guiding him up and down, relishing in the bulge visible in Tommy’s tummy.
Tommy babbles and wails, feeling too much. He was reaching his limit, and it had only been a few minutes. Tubbo was too big, too much for his tiny little cunt.
The poor omega sobs into the older’s neck, vision blurring out. He couldn’t feel his pussy anymore, like the alpha had completely claimed it as his. His to deflower, his to breed.
Tommy liked that. His very being would belong to Tubbo, a capable alpha. Tubbo would protect him, mate him. Tubbo would knock him up, breed him full of pups and keep them safe. He was Tubbo’s omega, his good boy.
“M’ yours,” Tommy slurs, voice shaky and high at each punch of his alpha’s cock into his breeding hole. “M’ yours! M’ your omega!”
Tubbo grins, canines scraping over Tommy’s scent gland as he flips them over, railing the boy into the floor. If syncing with Tommy meant having him like this, he’d gladly take having his rut any day. He thinks of his Tommy, dressed to little to nothing, pussy aching for his and only his cock.
“Mine,” he growls, teeth sinking into the sensitive nerve, adoring how his now mate cried out, scratching his back weakly. “My mate. Mine. Do you fucking hear me, darling?”
“Yes!” Tommy moans, hips weakly bucking up, eager to meet each pound into his hole. “Yes, yes, yes! Yours! I’m your mate!”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” Tubbo groans, hand snaking down to pinch and prod at his omega’s sensitive clit. “Brainless on my dick. Don’t worry, lovely, I’ll take you like this anytime you want. Don’t have to be so needy anymore.”
The omega whimpers happily, and he clenches around the alpha’s cock, pretty tears running down his flushed cheeks as he unravels, pussy twitching and leaking like a broken faucet.
When Tommy passes out in his arms, the young boy’s hole still producing slick and keeping his cock perfectly warm, the gravity of his actions make an appearance.
Tubbo looks down at the omega in his arms, eyes widening. He mated Tommy. He mated his best friend that he’s been in love with for years.
Their parents would kill him.