summary - Toby asks Ben to help him spy through your webcam. toby rogersxfem!reader
CW, pervert toby, male masturbation, unknowingly being watched.
will rework eventually, too tired
“B-Ben come onn!” Toby plead, practically shaking and crying like an unloved pup.
Ben paused his game, finally looking over the pathetic man begging for his help to invade your privacy, Ben is unnerved with his ask, given one of his favorite pass times is gathering dirt on any and everybody, and it usually involves snooping.
Ben stares for a moment pondering on what he can get in return from the trembling Toby in front of him.
“Don’t a-act like you wouldn’t do t-the same if you lik-fuck-liked someone too.” He pouts, ushering the laptop closer to him.
Ignoring him, Ben looks over his trash infested room, piled with dirty clothes, and stinky dishes.
“i’ll do it if you clean my room for a month.” he takes the laptop from his hands, sealing the deal. “and that includes washing my clothes.” he smirks adding that last requirement.
Toby nods sitting on his folded legs impatiently waiting as ben gets to work.
The sound of ben’s paused game muffled through his headset, and the clicking of keys on Toby’s laptop fill the silence.
“have you even told her you got feelings for her?“ Ben asks waiting for a command to go through.
“not yet, but i plan to” Toby picks at his fingers.
“before or after you jerk off to her like some pervert” he laughs typing away again.
Toby shoves his arm. “oh f-fuck off.”
“jesus dude not all of us have your plot armor.” he sneers, rubbing the sore spot, Toby rolls his eyes.
After a few more minutes Ben finishes installing the program on Toby’s computer.
“okay, just click this camera icon here, and it’ll connect you to her webcam.” after pointing to the extension Ben lazily hands the laptop back.
“will she be able to tell i’m watching?” he stands, closing the device.
Ben shrugs his shoulders “only if she sees that the light for her camera is on” before Toby can thank him he places the headset back on, unpausing his game and slowly sinks back into the chair.
Toby scurries to his room closing the door, jumping on his bed face first. Immediately opening the laptop, clicking the freshly installed icon.
There’s a buffer and Toby damn near slams the computer shut and storms back to Ben to chew him out for not keeping his word.
But sure enough after a bit, there you are, your desktop camera angled perfectly towards the bed your relaxing on, hair a mess, still wearing the clothes from yesterday night, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.
His heart quickened, unable to decipher if it was from the attraction he had towards you or the taboo of watching you so comfortable and un-performing. either way he was enjoying the nuance of it all.
Toby smiled ear to ear when you’d laugh every now and again. yearning to be the one to make you laugh, to be beside you in bed, cuddled up, forgetting everything else beyond the mansion walls. just the two of you, mixing scents, and saliva, mixing your bodies.
his jeans became tighter from the daydreaming. the strain against his cock felt euphoric , chasing that feeling he pushed against the mattress, as a slight moan escaped his mouth.
Intently watching as you toss and turn, he doesn’t stop himself from rutting against the bed like an animal. Yet he can’t help but crave more from you, convincing himself, he plots, grabbing his phone from beside him and opening to your messages.
‘hey, get reafy for the day i wana do somethin.’ he scrambles through the text.
Taking in your every move, he watches as your face lights up when you get a notification from him. and then how your face playfully scrunches at his message.
‘ bruhhhh, don’t assume i’ve been bed rotting. where we going?’
‘ughhh, you’re always so vague’
Toby all knowingly smirks, monitoring as you toss your hands up in the air, and melt off the bed with a loud obnoxious groan.
After a bit you stand up peeling off your shirt exposing your lacy bra. Toby’s hand flies to his throbbing dick, soothing it with his palm, effortlessly sliding with the slick pre cum soaking his underwear.
You walk out of focus of the camera digging through your closet for an outfit to wear, before circling back using the mirror beside your desk to look over the tight, small dress you put on, you turn seeing your ass spill out of the back.
Toby’s grip tightened, stroking himself. “uhh- je-jesus.”
unhappy you slide it off walking out of frame. but not before Toby catches a glimpse of your matching lace panties.
Burning the image into his head, he can’t hold himself back any longer, he snakes his cock out of his boxers, rubbing his pre cum over his tip. “fuckkk” he whines
Stroking himself even faster, every time you come into frame holding up clothes to your half naked body.
“look good in a-ah-anything, need yo-you…” he groans speaking your name. his dick twitches, and jolts at every thought that spins his head.
finally content with some jeans and a t-shirt, you lay on your bed, looking to the ceiling, with your legs propped up, you grab your phone.
the angle drives him insane, he easily pictures himself sliding between your legs, pleasing you in all the ways he can think of.
His moans become incoherent, and breathy, “fuck, i-i, aghhh” his hips jut against his fist, “plea-see.” he grabs the closest clothing item near him, with a few more pumps of his hand his hot cum spurts out in time with the ‘ding’ of his phone. he wipes himself up before grabbing it.
‘finished, im ready whenever:)’
he replies smirking to himself, grabbing his jacket to head to your room.
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Credits to @turuquoise this was their idea i just felt inspired to write it out<3
