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“Hey, uh what’s up?”
It was about 4 PM and you were done with college and work, it’s Friday so all of your works are clear. And Wilbur decided to call you.
“Oh nothing, just wondering if you’re busy tonight?” He questions through the line.
“Hhmm, today’s Friday and all of my schedules are clear, so no. I’m not. Are you going to invite to catch some drinks again?” you guessed on what he was about to ask.
He chuckles lightly, smiling at how you both have grown a routine on the weekends.
“Well, I’ll see you at the pub. At 9 again as usual?” you question.
“Well, 9 yes. But not the pub. Let’s try my apartment tonight. I got a really good champagne and I’m sure you wanna try it out with me.”
“ooh fancy, Mr. Soot” You grinned to your phone.
He response with a light chuckle, “Well, I’m sure you still remember my apartment. Or do you want me to give you the address again?”
You stay quiet for a second, trying to remember the road to Wilbur’s apartment. You’ve been there many times with Tommy but then again it was a long time ago.
“I think? I guess so?” You seemed unsure.
“Well, I’ll send it to you just in case. Don’t want you to wonder around at night trying to find an apartment.”
“Alright, Wil. I’ll see you later.”
“I’ll see you too.”
Your lips curved into a smile before hanging up the phone. You loved hanging out with him. Not just because he’s a good drinking buddy, but you sure fancy him a little. His attractive face, his clothing choices, his hair, his broad shoulders, and his magnificent smile sure made you fall for that man. I mean, how couldn’t you?
Wilbur was an internet persona. Every girl fell for him. Him and that stupid cursed smiled. Oh how his smile. Just made you imagine how’d it feels like pressing your lips against those stupid smile of his.
You giggled to yourself like a teenage girl having a teenage crush. You couldn’t wait for tonight.
As the night came. You picked out something to wear. Not too bold, not too simple. Just casual. Skin tight black jeans with a pale brown knitted sweater, you didn’t want to catch a cold in the middle of the freezing night. Make up was something you don’t often wear, but then again, you liked feeling pretty around Wilbur. You wanted to impress him. So a little fixing on the face won’t hurt, right? (just some simple eyeliners and lipsticks, and concealer to cover up some blemishes here and there).
After doing a double check in the mirror, you grabbed your phone and your car keys. Grabbed some shoes to wear and went into your car. As you drove through the roads of Brighton, you could see how empty the street was. Considering it’s night and freezing outside. Only a few couple walked past but that was only it.
You checked on your google maps, making sure you were going in the right way. The path seemed familiar so you felt like you were in the right direction.
You parked your car in front of the building before turning your keys to stop the engine. Locking your car, then you held tight to your phone. Hanging out with Wilbur was a normal thing for you now, but hanging out in his apartment. Just the two of you alone, made your blood rushed. You took a deep breath before knocking on his door.
Seconds passed, and the door swoon open. Wilbur greeted you with a smile and an open arm. You rushed inside, accepting his hug. In which you melted into. His body was hot, as in hot hot, you took a deep breath while burying your face on his neck. His scent was amazing. You let go of the hug while looking to the floor trying to hide the obvious blush on your face.
He lead you inside before locking on his apartment door. Examining his apartment, you noticed there was a slight difference here and there. His streaming set up was also different know.
“You re-decorated your apartment, didn’t you?” You asked.
Wilbur nods his head, “yeah, did that like a few months ago. I forgot that you haven’t been here in a long time.”
“yeah, the last time I went here was with Tommy while doing his stupid vlog” you giggled, remembering the silly things Tommy did here. He chuckled lightly in response.
The vibe was different, he also looks different. He shaved, and fixed his hair a bit. He wore a nice buttoned up shirt, almost matching the colour with your knitted sweater. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his veiny arms. God. Wilbur wasn’t build, but his slender body was something you were simping for. And his skin tight jeans. Praise the lord for making this fine man.
“Oh look! Our outfits are matching” he points out. It does match. What a coincidence.
“you can sit down on the couch, I’ll grab the glass and the bottle.”
You obeyed what he said and plopped yourself on the comfortable couch. The couch still felt the same.
Wilbur came out of the kitchen holding on two glasses with a bottle of champagne, they look small when Wilbur holds them but huge once he placed it on the table. Oh his hands. His pale slender fingers made your mind go wild, and you’re not even drunk yet.
He opened the bottle with the cork opener resulting a loud pop and foam running down his fingers. Oh god. You crossed your legs, your jeans were tight so it made you more sensitive down there. What is happening. You weren’t drunk yet you’re already horny.
He poured the white liquid into your glass and his own. Spilling a bit to the coffee table.
You quickly grabbed the glass and poured the liquid down your throat. God… that tasted nice. Stingy on the throat but the taste was incredible. Oh fuck… you realized you drank that shit too fast. Wilbur’s eyes were wide open on you, his glass on his hand still full. Fuck, you did that out of anxiety…
“Not even a ‘cheers’?” he chuckled, “thirsty are we?”
You covered your mouth, “I’m so sorry, It just looks too good” you lied.
He drank a sip from his glass, watching his head tilt upwards. His jawlines moving as he gulps on the drink. God, you wanted to lick that neck of his.
You and your dirty mind is something you rarely get control of.
“you okay? You look like you need more? Want me to fill you up?” Wilbur asked, the last line caught you off guard. Slightly choking by your own saliva.
“Me? I’m okay. A busy week that’s all. Pretty tired I guess.” You answered on what lie comes to your thought.
He poured more of the champagne into your glass, bubbles building up to the top. He looked at you and gave a slight wink. God that fucking wink. Come on Wilbur, don’t make this harder.
“So, how’s your week, Wil? Any interesting streams?” You questioned, trying to change the topic in order to get your thoughts back to normal.
Wilbur loved talking about his streams. Either another ‘you laugh, you loose’ streams or game streams with his beloved best friend, Tommy. He also told you that he has a new song with his band and offered if you want to listen to the demo.
“that would be lovely” you smiled. You’ve always loved Wilbur’s music, either from his first album ‘Your City Give Me Asthma’ until his newest song.
“hold on, I’ll be right back” He chuckled, a little tipsy from a few glass. He tiptoed into somewhere and came back holding on to his guitar.
Wilbur placed his guitar on top of his lap, crossing a foot on his lap to support. His hand moved up and down on the strings, checking on his cords and notes.
“This song is called ‘Sex Sells’”.
He coughed on purpose to loosen up his vocal before starting to sing. His voice was perfect for this song. You loved the lyrics and you loved the way he sangs it. Raspy yet cheerful to hear. And the way his hands play the guitar, oh come on… those slender fingers tapping on the strings. Swinging it up and down. Oh how would you imagine it in other places…
As the song ends, you gave a small applause.
“Wilbur, that was so fucking good. Oh my God!”
“Thanks, I really liked making this song.”
“Oh I love this song. Probably one of your best. It’s going to be a hit trust me” You giggled.
You grabbed your glass again, taking a sip. As you drank, you saw Wilbur’s smile disappearing.
“Can I be honest?”
Oh God, what is it now?
You almost choked on your drink before placing it back down on the table.
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” You asked.
“I know you’ve been staring.”
Your eyes widen. Oh fuck.
“Excuse me?”
“I know you’ve been staring at me. More precisely my hands.”
You’re screwed as fuck.
“Uhm. Really? I don’t think I am. But I’m sorry tho if it-“
“Don’t lie” He cuts you, “Tell me what you’re thinking about my hands.”
You gulped, not exactly knowing what to answer. You’re drunk and horny, and now you’re being confronted about it.
“Tell me love, where do you want these hands to be and what do you want them to do?” He grins, scooting closer to your body. Dropping his guitar to the floor, resulting a loud tud that made you jump a little.
“Come on, you’re usually talkative when you’re drunk. Use your words” He commands, tracing your chin with his thumb before stopping on your lips, slightly pressing the bottom to separate your top and your bottom. Your cheeks went hot, hot as a person in a fever.
“I want them on me, touching me” you said bluntly, not giving a fuck anymore. Drunk and horny, that’s it.
“that’s it.”
Wilbur’s gracious hand snuck into your waist as the other pulled your head closer to his, your body felt weak and leaned into his touch. You’ve been wanting this too long.
His lips connect to yours. Sweet sweet lips, taste like champagne. His lips felt better than you imagined, warm and sweet. You weren’t patient, pushing your tongue inside of his mouth. You went on your knees on the couch and crawled closer to Wilbur’s lap, not separating the heavy make out. His hand guided your hips to sit on his lap.
You felt his bulge through his jeans, thank god you weren’t the only one who craved for this. You were the first to let go, catching on your breath. Looking into his lustful eyes.
“colour?” He asked. You didn’t get it at first, but then you realized he was asking for consent.
“Green, definitely green” You said quickly before connecting your lips again. You rolled your hips a bit, resulting a moan escaping from Wilbur’s mouth into yours. His hand trailed to the bottom of your sweater, tugging it upwards. Taking the signal, you threw your hands up and Wilbur pulled off the fabric of you.
Connecting both of your lips again and Wilbur’s finger went to your back, un-clipping your bra in a swift motion. You threw your bra not caring where it landed. His hands went to cup your breasts, rolling his thumb and index on one nipple.
“Fuck, Wilbur” a moan escaped from you. He moved his lips down to your neck, leaving a bite here and there. Although being claimed in a real relationship scares you but being claimed during sex was something you’ve always liked. You belong to him right now.
Wilbur’s lips moved to your right nipple, gently sucking on the bud.
“I want you so bad” He groans.
“Fuck, me too.”
“Lay down” He commands.
You raised a brow, but then listen to what he said. You laid your body on the couch as Wilbur climbed on top of you. He gave a quick kiss on your lips before hovering down to your crotch.
“May I?” his finger traced your zippers.
You nodded your head.
You moved your hips upwards, helping out on Wilbur who is trying to take off your pants. He took them off completely, discarding the fabric away. Now its just him facing your wet pussy.
He smirked to you before circling his middle finger on the clit. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from being a whiny bitch. But it’s not helping when his finger’s feel like heaven. He collected wet slicks before pushing a finger inside, making you cry out a bit. Finally, it’s inside you.
“Is this where you wanted my fingers to be in?” He grinned looking up to you.
“Yes, yes, yes!” you praised.
He added another finger, delicious moans escaped from your lips, making him drool seeing you wet and vulnerable to him.
“You look so delicious” his breath fans your pussy.
He placed his thumbs on your clit and circled it. Your hands moved to his hair, pushing his head closer to your pussy. Not realizing how your thighs are squishing his head. His fingers pump faster and faster, curling and hitting an amazing spot inside of you. His fingers are a work of art, and he knows how to use them.
He latched his mouth into your pussy. Shoving his tongue along with fingers inside of you, licking stripes up and down, collecting every juice he'd able to collect. Slurping more precisely. Not forgetting to suck on your twitching clit.
Coming into your first orgasm, your whines and moans became louder.
“Fuck fuck fuck, Wilbur… let me cum, let me cum…” you begged, shutting your eyes in pleasure.
“Go ahead” he says, still licking you hard.
Your body released your first orgasm, your hole tightens around his fingers, and your clit twitches on his tongue.
“Good girl, cumming for me just like that.” He praises you while kissing your folds, loving how it’s his at this moment.
“Do you want more or are we just going to stop on my hands?” he smirked.
“Oh no, no, please, Wilbur” you begged, wanting more.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me...” You begged.
“I just did.”
“With your cock, please” you shamelessly begged.
“As you wish” He placed a kiss on your exposed tummy. He stood up and started to strip himself, grabbing a condom from his pants. This motherfucker, he planned this shit.
“You planned for this?” you raised a brow.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you, but I just never figured out when and how” He chuckled.
“Well, I’m here now, so fuck me hard” you smirked.
“Careful on what you say.”
He rolled the condom into his shaft. He was large, thick and juicy. That’s gonna feel better than his hands. He climbed on top of you. Connecting both of your lips again. You could feel the tip of his cock massaging your clit.
“Hurry up and put it inside” you whined.
And he did. He pushed inside of you, hard and full. You screamed in pleasure, loving the way Wilbur fills you up.
“Oh fuck” you pant, scratching into his shoulders.
It’s been a long time you’ve had sex, and with Wilbur being extremely huge makes you harder to adjust to his size.
“goddamnit, you’re too big.”
He chuckles lightly into your shoulders.
“Can I move, love?”
“Yes please” you moaned.
He pulled out before slamming back in, making your toes curl. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Collecting momentum as he slammed into your pussy. Moans of his name escaping your mouth like a prayer.
His hand moved to your stomach, “I’m here.”
You went hot as he said that. He’s literally fucking gutting you.
His gracious fingers found your clit, rubbing the buds in circle. Making waves of pleasure through out your whole body. His pace became faster and faster, your pussy clenched down on his cock.
“Fuck baby, do it again” he moans, throwing his head back.
You clenched down on him, and he moaned louder. While still slamming inside of you, you felt a coil on your stomach, and you knew you were getting close.
“Fuck Wilbur I’m close” you held on to your orgasm a bit, liking the sense of overstimulation. But then it was too painful, so you released it all over his cock.
“There we go love, cum for me” He praises while kissing your cheek.
He’s nowhere over, he keeps on railing you until you felt your second orgasm due to sensitive from the first one. He’s fucking good in bed.
“I’m close” He groans. He used your pussy as a way for him to get off. He rammed shamelessly into your walls, not caring how you were overstimulating. You liked the way he’s using your body for his pleasure.
Wilbur gave a quick last thrust before spurting his cum all over inside the contraception. You kept on moving your hips, milking his cum out. Wanting his orgasm to be more pleasurable.
He got off from you, discarding the used condom to the floor before laying down on your body. Not caring that he’s putting all his weight on you. Both of you pant on your breaths, catching up your highs. Now that was an amazing sex.
“Round two?” He asked.
“you’re so full of energy.”
“no, I just love fucking you.” He grinned.
“well, I loved being fucked by you so why not.”
Both of you giggle before connecting your lips again.