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wilbur slowly blinked his eyes open, the room still dark with the light of dawn beginning to creep in through the curtains. it was cold, he had forgotten to turn on the heat before he had fallen asleep. there you were, in his arms peacefully sleeping on your side. with a soft hum, he leaned in to press warm, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder, and you stirred, drawing in a deep breath.
“morning,” you murmured, reaching back to card your fingers through his messy hair.
“good morning,” he whispered. you opened your eyes as you turned over your shoulder, coaxing him in for a gentle kiss.
“do we have to be up for anything?” your voice was raspy with sleep, and wilbur chuckled, shaking his head.
“not today,” he answered. there were chores, and maybe a few emails to respond to, but they could be done when the sun was up. he wrapped his arms around you tighter, and you sighed an, “okay,” before relaxing in his arms.
wilbur hummed behind you, nipping gently at your ear, and you snorted a soft giggle that turned into a hitched sigh as his warm fingers slid down your belly. the firm line of his hard cock pressed up against your back, and you lifted your leg as his hand drifted lower.
he took the invitation, fingers gliding on your thighs. you whined as you shifted your hips against his.
“don’t tease me, please,” you mumbled, suddenly a little more awake.
his warm lips traced the shell of your ear. “i would not dream of doing such a thing to you,” he said as he pushed his fingers up between your legs to stroke over your slick folds. your moan trembled in your throat as you moved into his touch, chasing the feeling of his smooth digits. with a sigh of his name, you turned over your shoulder to pull him into a kiss, and he gladly obliged. reaching between you, you wrapped a firm hand around his shaft, moving in slow, teasing strokes while teasing his head and it made him groan and bite into the smooth skin of your shoulder.
wilbur rolled you onto your back as he sat up, the blankets falling from his shoulders, exposing both of you to the coldness of the room. he reached over to tap on the alarm clock you had gotten him for christmas (he has a tendency to be late), a dim orange glow illuminating the small space.
he parted your legs as he settled onto his belly between them, nuzzling and kissing along your skin. you giggled as you propped yourself up on your elbows, fingers gliding through his brown hair.
“hungry?” you teased him, and he glanced up at you with a smile that you could only describe as wicked. it made your breath catch in your throat, you couldn’t remember seeing him look at you like that before.
“starving.” he dipped his tongue along the wet crease of your folds, and you swallowed, fingers digging into the pillows beneath you. with a hum, he drew the flat of his tongue along the length of your slit, and you whimpered as your head fell back. wilbur paused to leave a soft kiss right above your clit.
you bit back the moan that rippled through your throat, but you shouldn’t have bothered, wilbur buried himself into the part of your thighs, his lips easily attaching themselves with your slick heat. your body froze and you whimpered out a curse as you grabbed at his hair.
“holy shit—” you slung your leg over his shoulder, drawing him closer. he hummed against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure up through your belly and chest.
watching him with hooded eyes, you brushed his hair back from his face, and he glanced up at you as he flicked his tongue along the crease of your thigh. he paused to suckle on the innermost part of your thigh, and you bit your lip.
“please don’t stop,” you murmured, and he chuckled against your skin, cheeks flushing a darling shade of pink.
“i like that way you sound when you want me,” he murmured, eyes sharp as he held your gaze.
you sucked in a breath and you feel your hole clench as his warm tongue flicked against the hard bud of your clit. you whimpered his name, and he moaned, burying himself between your thighs again, long, slow strokes against soaked folds. you grabbed at his hair, unconsciously squeezing your legs around his head.
“oh, my god,” you whined, fingers digging into his scalp. you tried to catch your breath, but even with the air in your lungs being at full capacity, it never seemed to be enough. crying his name, pleasure coursed over your skin as he hummed and suckled on your oversensitive clit.
“wilbur—” you hiccuped as you tried to find his gaze again, cradling the back of his head. “please, it feels so good- please don’t stop, please.” his tongue prodded at your entrance, and then slipped inside, and you couldn’t hold back the moan in your throat.
wilbur let out a groan of his own, fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place. your eyes were growing blurry as you watched him, and how lost he was in the act of pleasing you. it made a pleasant warmth bloom out in your chest.
“please fuck, i’m so close, wil, please,” you whispered. the soft pleas spurred him on, and he double his efforts, alternating between swirling licks and gentle suckling. as he slipped a single digit inside you, you gasped,
“oh, fuck-”
he curled his finger, brushing up against the ridge of your sweet spot, and your vision went black. he carried on like that, movements simple and smooth, but insistent, pushing you over the edge in no time at all. with a loud cry, the tightly-wound coil of your pleasure snapped and your body went still for a moment as you gasped and cried and shpok.
you chased your breaths as his finger continued to work you over, stars bursting behind your eyes. he slurped and suckled at you, dragging your pleasure out for too long, yet you can’t find it in you to pull away from the heat of his mouth, hips shaking as your thighs closed up around him. finally, when you could stand the pressure no longer, you pushed at his head, begging him to ease up.
he eased off his movements, slowly withdrawing his finger from you as he sat back. he held your bleary gaze as he licked your slick off his hand, a boyish self-satisfaction plastered on his face in the form of a smile, beneath it, the sweet and gentle affection you were so used to seeing. he kissed a trail up your thighs, to your stomach before finally claiming your mouth in a soft kiss as he cradled your cheeks.
you tasted yourself on his tongue, nearly boneless beneath him as he pulled you in against him. you could once again feel the firm line of his erection against your belly, and curled your fingers around him once more. he grunted as his hips jerked in your touch, smearing precum all over your palm and your fingers.
“you’re such a naughty boy, wilbur,” you teased, still a little breathless. his childish adoration for you returned as he laughed, kissing you with a little more intensity.
“and you are just too good to me,” he murmured. you can feel your cheeks flush from his words as you continued to stroke him absent mindedly.
“inside? please? i want you so bad,” you murmured, free hand stroking along the smooth, flat plane of his hips. he swallowed, touching his forehead against yours as he closed his fist over yours, deepening the pressure as he fucked slowly into your hand.
“are you sure?” he whispered, brow furrowed in concern. it was cute how much he cared. you nodded and smiled at his sigh of relief. he gently rolled the two of you onto your sides, your back pressed against his chest.
“is this alright?” he asked, hand circling low on your belly. a spark of pleasure rippled through you, and you nodded with a quiet ‘mhm’, lifting your leg as you reached back to grip him again, slicking him along the length of your folds.
“please, wilbur?’ you asked. wilbur’s fingers curled beneath your knee as he adjusted your angle, pushing your hand away to grip himself, nudging against your entrance.
“please…”
he slowly sank into your heat, pleasure flooding out from your cunt as you pressed your face into the pillow, thighs already shaking, body still sensitive from your last orgasm. he released his hold on your leg to slip his hand between your thighs, rubbing slow and lazy circles over your clit. you whined as you squirmed in his hold, cunt clenching, squeezing around his cock as you panted.
“you’re so warm,” he murmured, lips teasing along the skin behind your ear. you whimpered as you moved your hips against his gentle thrusts, urging him in deeper. with a low chuckle, he hilted himself, making your breath hitch on a moan as your eyes rolled back. “there we go…”
you whined as his fingers found your clit again, rolling the bud gently between his digits before he pressed on with firmer, tighter strokes.
“do you like it when i touch you here?” he cooed, gentle voice sending pleasure rippling down your spine.
“yeah,” you whined. “oh, my god, yeah, yes, wil. please-”
he laughed softly as he curled his free arm beneath you, wrapping his fingers around your throat to pull you closer. “do you want to cum?” you could only nod helplessly. “good. i can feel you’re close by the way you’re squeezing me,” he sighed, rubbing insistently over your clit. “it feels so good, darling.”
he tipped your head back, pulling you into a demanding kiss as he licked into your mouth. you whined his name against soft lips, grabbing at his brown hair. heat coiled tight in your belly, your breaths stuttering.
“please-” you came with a cry, your body going still, walls fluttered and squeezed eagerly around him. wilbur bit his lip as he let out a low groan, the movement of his hips slowing as he hel[ped you ride out your orgasm.
with a sigh, wilbur sat up alongside you, fingers gently tracing along your side as he watched you tremble and shake in the aftermath of your second orgasm. he looked far too happy, but you liked that he let himself be so open with you, so you wouldn’t tease him about it. you sucked in a breath as his thumb pressed up between your lips, brushing over the flushed nub of your clit, still swollen and hard.
putting a soft kiss on your shoulder, he nuzzled the crook of your neck as he slowly fisted his cock. “how are you feeling?” he murmured. he didn’t need to ask, you could see the need in his expression, so you smiled as you rolled over, raising your hips until your weight rested on your knees.
“i feel good, wil,” you answered. setting a pillow under your chest, you wiggled your hips against him. “i think you need a little help, though.”
wilbur watched, fixated on the way you move, as your hand slipped up between your legs to spread yourself open for him. you watched as he bit his lip, gripping himself to line up and slowly push back in. his expression crumbled, and you both let out a whine. he cursed softly beneath his breath, and then followed it with a string of mumbles that you didn’t quite understand.
you smiled as you pushed back against him, and he followed your shallow movements for a few moments, but something about the way he moved made you pause. when you looked back at him, his brow was furrowed, a thumb brushing along the dimples in your lower back.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, and his sharp gaze caught yours.
“i want to see your face.” a beat. “turn over.” the sound of his voice was unusually commanding, and sent a ripple of pleasure out from your core.
“okay…”
he slid back and waited for you to do as he asked, and as you settled back down into the plush pillows, he took one of your hands to kiss your palm. he laced your fingers up together, and pressed you down into the mattress as he covered your mouth with his own, kissing you until you were breathless and shaking.
“wil-” your breath caught in your throat as he sank back into you, deep and slow, your head falling back into the pillows, mouth falling open.
“look at me…”
you obeyed, blurry eyes finding his as your fingers flexed where he held you down. he seemed to search your gaze for something, and the heat in his eyes sent a tingling sensation over your scalp and down your spine.
“you’re mine, aren’t you,” he murmured, thrusts building momentum. your breath hitched as you nodded, hooking a leg around his hips to draw him closer.
“of course, baby,” you whispered, fingers squeezing tightly at his. “you’re mine, too, right?”
wilbur leaned down to press his forehead to yours, eyes closed as he kissed you, over and over and over again before pausing and whispering, “always.”
silence settled between you, the only sounds in the dimly-lit room that of your hips meeting over and over as he fucked you into the pillows.
“please,” you finally whispered, breath hitching on a sob. “please, wilbur…” your free hand gripped at his hair, pulling him down into a demanding kiss.
“come on,” he said, free hand snaking between you to circle your clit. “relax, breathe. like we practiced, remember?” a beat. “i'm here, right here, i promise.”
the exhaustion drained out of your limbs as you closed your eyes, finding your breath, just like you two had practiced.
“harder,” you whined after a moment, and he listened, his thrusts hard and deep as he nipped at the flushed skin of your shoulder. the pressure building in your stomach verged on painful, your nerves overstimulated as his cock dragged along your inner walls.
“w-wilbur, wil please,” you cried as your hips stuttered, trying to match his pace. “please, i’m not gonna last,”
he kissed you, harsh and demanding, nearly smothering you with his body as he refused to let up. his eyes were hungry, tantalized by your begging.
“good,” he said. “you look so good like this, so good under me. i wanna hear you cum for me, don’t hold back.”
your walls clamped down around him, dragging him impossibly deeper inside of you as you came. you cried and thrashed underneath him, your cum gushing out down his cock and thighs with each stroke of his hips. with a loud groan, he buried in deep as he stiffened, cumming as deep inside of you as he could.
warm hands cradled your face as you looked up at him in a daze, and he kissed you over and over as he moved slowly, savoring the last few moments of your warm cunt before he slid out. sitting back, he looked away sheepishly, like he was embarrassed that he had cum inside of you. you smiled before parting your legs wider.
“don’t look away, wil,” you whispered, biting your lip as blush flooded your cheeks. he swallowed thickly before obeying, watching the thick fluid slowly seeping out of you, staining the sheets beneath. his nostrils flared as he stroked the planes of your inner thighs, glancing between your cunt and your face. propped up on your elbows, you reached up to stroke your knuckles down his cheek.
“do you like it?” you asked, voice a little teasing. he turned into your hand, kissing your palm and fingers, and the delicate skin of your wrist.
“do you?” he whispered, eyes bright in the dim of the room. you giggled as you bit your lip with a nod. with a hum, his fingers grazed down the plane of your belly as his thumb brushed in a feather-light stroke over your clit. you sucked in a breath, a ripple of pleasure already pooling in your belly and cascading out over your nerves.
“wilbur—”
“tell me to stop,” he whispered, gaze surprisingly intense as he stared you down, fingers alternating between strokes and gentle taps along your clit. but let’s be honest, did you really want him to stop? heat flared out from your core, toeing the line between pain and pleasure, your body already overstimulated—but no. you didn’t want him to stop. so you only shook your head as he loomed over you, putting just a little more pressure on, slick fingers finding all your most sensitive parts, and doing his most to turn you into a puddle.
he leaned in to kiss you, the gesture sending heat down your spine as you cradled his face in your hands. you whispered his name desperately against his mouth, the pressure in your core building up again. your breath hitched on a staggering gasp as he sank two fingers into you, scissoring the digits to spread you open.
your fingers curled into the pillows beneath you as your gaze flicked between his face and his hand as he worked your cunt. he crooked against the swollen ridge of your sweet spot, stars bursting behind your eyes as you crumpled back onto your elbows, head thrown back as you let out an moan. wilbur leaned in closer, chapped lips brushing kisses along the loud beats of your pulse.
“tell me how it feels,” he whispered, teeth sinking into your shoulder.
you cried as your hips jerked against his hand. “you’re going to make me cum again, wil,” you whimpered. he chuckled against your skin, leaving a tender kiss at the dip of your throat.
“that is the idea,” he murmured, the wet sound of his fingers working you over was obscene. “but you didn’t tell me,” his strokes began to increase rapidly, pressure coiling almost painfully tight in your cunt. “how does it feel?”
“good,” you mewled, hips chasing his fingers. “so good, wil, please, i can’t, please,”
“yes you can,” he whispered fiercely, fixated on the slick movements of his fingers inside of you. “cum, lemme feel it.”
with a whimper, your vision went white and finally the pressure in your stomach flooded your entire body. each stroke of his fingers over your sweet spot dragged more and more slick from you as you gushed out over his fingers, coating your fingers, his wrist, his thighs and most likely ruining the pillows. but he didn’t stop, even as you cried beneath him, the pleasure of his touch quickly bridging the gap into pain as you pawed nudged at his arm, wriggling and squirming to try and get away.
“wil-” you pleaded, unable to form any other words. it seemed to be enough, though, his hard movements suddenly ceasing, fingers easing out of your tender body. you couldn’t open your eyes, boneless and spent as his gentle touch drifted over the planes of your belly and thighs, easing you back to reality. he whispered sweet nothings to you as he left kisses along your arms, belly, shoulders, and chest as you shuddered beneath him.
“thank you,” he whispered against the soft skin of your throat. “are you alright?”
when you could finally open your eyes to look at him, your vision was still a little blurry, and your left ear was a fuzzy, but you still nodded.
“yeah… maybe not so hard next time,” you murmured, clit still throbbing painfully between your legs. wilbur winced as he wrapped his arms around you, tucking you in against his chest as he pressed soft kisses against your forehead.
“i’m sorry,” he mumbled, and he sounded embarrassed. “i just… got carried away. you looked so good, laying there underneath me…” a beat passed as you nuzzled his chest, already drifting. “i wanted to see that face you made, again. it was so pretty, like you had never been happier than when i was touching you.”
you giggled as you pressed your face into his chest, giving his hand squeeze. “you make me happy, wilbur,” you murmured, tipping your face up to look at him. “of course i like it when you touch me.”
he flustered as he gave you his boyish smile, cheeks tinged a deep red. “thank you,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. “you make me happy, as well.”
“good,” you laughed, settling in against his chest again. “if it’s okay with you, i think i want to go back to sleep for a little while. you really wore me out.”
he squirmed as he nodded. “of course,” he murmured, stroking the sensitive skin of your back. “i’m sorry”
you stretched your limbs out briefly before you curled up against him, letting him wrap a plush blanket around the two of you. “don’t be,” you sighed fondly. “it felt good. you just need to let up a little earlier, next time.”
“next time?-”
“what, you don’t want to make me cum all over myself again?”
wilbur burst out laughing, burying his face into the crown of your hair. you couldn’t help but laugh along with him, pressing your face into his chest. after the two of you settled again, he left a kiss against your hair.
“thank you.”
“thank you,” you answered, leaning up to kiss him. “for everything,” you added with a sleepy smile. “i love you.”
you could see the heat creeping into wilbur’s cheeks. he took your hand and laced your fingers up with his, pressing an endearing kiss against the back of your palm.
“i love you, too.”