Him being all kind and gentlemen like just to completely ruin reader later
EXACTLY OMGG !!
(Theres breeding kink in this one)
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Like he'll get all flattered at the compliments from your parents / any other extended family members like a little cutie !!
Your family members think he's a little sweetheart and they really do approve of the guy, and it makes him happy :DD
But all you could do was sip your drink awkwardly at your parents' mention of grandchildren. It stirred something inside Wil, and when he got you behind closed doors...
He'll make out with you after he throws you down on the bed, littering your neck with countless hickeys, and he'll be burying his load as deep as he can inside you, literally cum inside you so many times that your eyes feel a bit blurry.
"Gonna- gonna breed you, fill you up with my children. Bet you'd like that, huh? To be stuffed full of my fucking cum until it's dripping out of you?" He'll be degrading you, saying over and over again that you'll have his kids soon enough.
Aftercare w him is really soft tho, and he'll apologize if he went a little too rough on you. ♡
,,He's here again`` Your colleague said as soon as you opened the door. There was no need to ask her who she was talking about. Your lips formed a straight line as you walked to your locker. First, you took off your jacket before opening your duffel bag and searching for your outfit for today. The glittery lingerie looked so small in your hands, but you knew well that it looked breathtaking on your body.
,,You know, we can tell Steve, and he will get rid of him`` Your colleague told you as she fixed her make-up in the mirror before getting up from the chair. She was taller than you, even without the high heels, and also much older. You were one of the youngest girls in this club.
You became a stripper almost two years ago, when you started college. Your relationship with your family was always rocky, and it was no surprise they cut you off as soon as you turned 18. It was hard to get by with your barista job, so when you one day found an ad on the internet for a stripper club in your city, you made your decision. You were nervous. You knew this wasn't the safest field, but soon after meeting the whole club crew, you realised everyone was looking out for each other. There weren't a lot of new faces when it came to clients. You knew almost all of them by their names. No one has tried to touch you inappropriately, and they have been tipping generously as well.
About a year ago, something changed in your peaceful life. After every shift, when you'd be walking home, you'd have this weird feeling of being followed, but every time you turned around, no one would be there. Things escalated quickly, and you started to notice a hooded person staring into your classroom from across the park. Soon, you realised he was everywhere you were. However, he never approached you.
What you didn't know was that he had access not only to your phone but to your apartment as well. Sometimes he would hide in your closet until you fell asleep and then watch you sleep while taking pictures of you. He would take some souvenirs as well, usually your underwear. He had a large collection of your panties in his own drawer that he would be sniffing when he couldn't be with you in your bedroom.
You broke his heart every single time you'd take a client to dance for. For a long time, he would only wait in front of the club, waiting for your shift to be over, but his jealousy soon took over, and he decided to become one of your clients. Your club allowed an option called `unknown view`, which meant the person watching a dancer was behind a one-way glass. This option was very expensive and was usually used by wealthy and well-known men. He couldn't show you his face. Pretty girls like you only made fun of him. You would see his face and laugh at him. He was nothing to you. That was all that filled his head. He needed to have you, though.
You shook your head in disagreement, and she gave you a small smile before leaving the room. You were left alone, so you decided to change your outfit. After you were dressed, you put on a robe with your fake name and went to do your make-up. Your work tablet light up with a message, and you read it, knowing well what it would say.
Fake name - unknown view, room 7, full session (breaks allowed)
The same message every time you worked. You were only able to dance 3 or 4 hours a day, and he would make sure to be your only customer.
You already had most of your make-up on. The only thing you did was apply eyeshadow and lipgloss. You ran your fingers through your hair before getting up and taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. The walk to the room was long. This club was the biggest one in the whole state, with multiple open platforms for dancing and an extensive number of rooms with various themes. Room number 7 was your favourite (which he knew very well). There was a raised platform with a pole in the middle. It was spacious, giving you enough room to dance freely. There were also chairs in front of the platform, but they were almost never used due to the one-way mirror and the room behind it.
You took a deep breath before walking into the small room. There, you removed your robe and pressed play on the computer. Soon, music filled your ears, and you opened another door that led to the main room. You put on a smile as you slowly walked to the pole.
He held his breath at the sight of you, as he did every single time he saw you. Your beauty took over his whole body. His eyes followed your slowly moving body, focusing on your lingerie. You wore his favorite! Were you giving him a sign that you wanted him as well? You must be. He leaned back in his chair as his eyes drunkenly followed you.
Almost two hours passed, and your legs were screaming in pain. You knew you were allowed to take breaks, but what tired you more was him hiding behind the glass. He must have spent a fortune on you, but he didn't want to be seen?
Suddenly, you stopped dancing and faced the direction of the glass, hoping you were looking directly at him. You gulped and put on a big smile.
,,Why don't you come here? Maybe I could give you a lap dance. Wouldn't you like that?`` You asked, crossing your legs, trying to look as innocent as you could. Obviously, there is no answer. There wasn't really any way for him to communicate with you.
,,Its okay if you don't want to; I can just continue`` You said as you shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the pole again. You put your forehead on it and looked at the mirror with a sad expression.
,,I would like it if you came here, though`` Then you bit your lip, and soon after, the door in front of you opened, revealing a dark figure. You forced yourself not to smile too much. Why was he just standing there?
,,I don't want you to see me`` A young man said, and you weren't able to hide your surprise. You thought he would be in his late 40s like every other person you ever danced for. He sounded your age.
,,O-Okay I can put a blindfold on my eyes`` You said quickly as you stepped down from the platform and went to the small desk that held many items. First aid kits, lotions, water bottles, costume props and so on. You grabbed the black blindfold that you knew very well. When you started, you were nervous to dance, and one of the best things that helped with a fear of dancing was blindfold. Eye sight being taken away from dancers usually made them focus on the music rather than the people in front of them.
,,Yeah`` He mumbled as he went to sit down, carefully watching you. The darkness took over you, and quickly you noticed the rest of your senses growing stronger. You reached out your hands and slowly walked to his general direction. A pair of hands grabbed yours and guided you to him.
His whole body started to tremble as soon as he touched your silky skin. You were standing so close to him; his brain wasn't working properly.
,,Can I touch you?`` he asked you with a shaky voice.
No. You answered him in your head.
,,Yes`` You said out loud. His hands quickly went to your hips, and you started to move to the rhythm of the song. His face was red, his breath shallow and eyes glued to your body. He has never touched a woman before, and you being his first made his heart throb. His touch was light, almost like he was scared you would disappear if he fully touched you. Your heart was racing as your tired body was pushing its limits when, out of nowhere, he stood up, making you stumble. Before you had time to ask what happened, his hands were cupping your cheeks, and his lips were on yours. You were taken aback for a while, but you didn't push him away. He took it as a sign and deepened the kiss. It was obvious he didn't know what he was doing and that he was really struggling- something took over you, making you kiss him back. You took control of the now make out and your hands went to his chest. His shirt was made out of soft fabric, and his cologne filled your nose. One of your hands slowly travelled from his chest lower and lower until you felt his pants. His heart rate rose as your long fingers stroked his fully clothed cock. His cheeks grew red when he realised he was hard, hoping you didn't think he was pathetic. Your fingers quickly worked on his belt, and soon you were needily tugging on his pants. He helped you lower them, and you walked yourself to the wall behind you. He pinned you to it as his lips went to your exposed neck. You moaned when his lips sucked on your skin. He wanted to remove your panties but wasn't sure if he could, so you did it for him. He pulled away from you, looking at your exposed crotch.
Feeling exposed, you pulled down his underwear, which brought him back to reality.
,,I dont- I have never done this before`` He said with a husky voice, and you fought not to smile. You stroked his upper arm before reaching to grab his hard cock. He whined as he put his forehead on yours. You felt your whole body burning with immense need for him. You wrapped one of your legs around his waist, and he grabbed your thigh to support you.
You lined his cock with your hole before pushing just the tip in.
,,Just go slow now, okay?`` You said and he hungrily nodded. His cock was slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, and you bit your lower lip. He did as you told him and started to move very slowly. His thrusts were shaky and unassured.
,,Can I- can I go faster please?`` You whined to him, begging you, and told him yes. His movement sped up, and both your moans grew louder. His fingers were digging into your skin, but you didn't mind. His head was now in the creek of your neck, and you inhaled the smell of his hair. He was fucking you for some time before, out of nowhere, he bit your shoulder and stopped moving completely. A loud whine left his lips.
,,I L-love you`` He whispered before quickly pulling out of you. It felt like your brain wasn't working, and before you could ask anything, he left. You quickly pulled the cover from your eyes, getting blinded by all the fleshing lights. You were alone in the room. It took you another couple of seconds before you tried to search the ground for your panties. You didn't find them. His cum was slowly pouring down your thighs as you shakily headed for your robe, feeling weirdly used.
,,Y/N? Are you okay? What are you doing out in this weather?`` A black, luxurious car pulled right next to you, scarring the living hell out of you. The window was rolled down, and your heartbeat dropped to normal again as you saw your neighbor inside.
,,I had to stay after school and didn't realize buses stopped going after 5`` You answered as you fixed your already soaked jacket over your head.
The man reached for the passenger's seat door and opened it for you. Without any hesitation, you jumped in, placing your backpack in between your feet. His car was nicely warm, and it smelled like wealth. Immediately, you felt terrible for making such a mess. Wilbur patiently waited for you to put your seatbelt on and then started slowly driving. You dared to look at him. He was wearing his usual work clothes. Expensive custom-made suit and watch that could probably pay off your college tuition.
,,Did you get into trouble?`` He said with a smirk, not taking his eyes off the slippery road. You quickly looked down at your knees, your cheeks growing red.
,,Sorry?`` You asked, embarrassed, not knowing what he meant. It was always like this with him. Whenever you'd meet him outside your house, you'd get super awkward. There was this something about him. The way he looked down at you due to his height. Or the visible veins on his large arms. Or maybe his wife. The thought of her brought you back.
,,You said you had to stay after school?`` He took a quick look at you, your hands pulling down on your skirt, catching his attention for longer.
,,Oh yeah-I mean no, no I didn't get into trouble`` You quickly mumbled, trying to laugh it off.
,,True, you're a good gi- kid``He quickly corrected himself and didn't pay any more attention to what he almost said. You, on the other hand, felt like you would explode at any second. With a deep breath and one hard pull on your skirt- god was the skirt always this short?- you looked out the window.
,,I had to finish a project, and I love working in the school library`` You said, unknowingly smiling at the thought of the old room filled with numerous books. Wilbur smiled at the sight of you glowing like that. He loved that about you. How you could never hide your emotions. How your cheeks grew red when your hands accidentally touched when he came to give you your mail that got mixed up again.
His house wasn't directly next to yours. His was on the top of the hill, while yours was down. The road from his house leads right in front of your house, so sometimes when you were out in the front garden, and he would be driving to work, he would stop for a few minutes to talk with you. His wife wasn't that pleasant. You rarely saw her. She never really left the house, and you saw him with her in his car probably twice. She would always ignore you, acting like you were something dirty on her expensive shoes.
,,I could give you my phone number, so you can call me if you ever happened to stay after school`` He said as he turned to the left. You thanked him, knowing you'd never do that. You didn't want to be a burden. Your dad sometimes drove you, but he's a doctor in a local hospital, so he's always working. Not that you minded. He was saving lives, after all.
,,Would you like to see my library?`` he asked as he slowed down, entering the road that led to your houses. You quickly looked at him. A smirk grew across his lips as he jokingly rolled his eyes.
,,Okay I didn't mean to sound like that`` He said, and you softly laughed. You caught your reflection in the side mirror and quickly tried to remove the mascara that was flowing under your eyes, making you look almost crazy.
,,Um... Id like to but...``
,,Melisa isn't home; you don't have to worry. Not that, that sounds any better`` His smirk grew bigger as he drove past your house and continued upwards. You tried to calm yourself as the car finally stopped at the top of the hill. The house looked even bigger from here. There was a half garage, which stored another two luxurious cars. You were so in awe of the house that you didn't even notice him getting out of the car and going to open the door for you. You quickly collected yourself as you grabbed your bag and thanked him.
The next 30 minutes felt like a fever dream. He walked you inside the house, where he asked if you wanted something to drink or eat. You politely declined. Your eyes were eating up at the art on the tall walls. The house was modern, but the art inside gave it so much personality. Wilbur was watching you with an amusement as you asked about almost every single painting that decorated the grand hall. He didn't want to rush you, but he also couldn't wait to show you the library. Finally, you arrived at your destination, and as soon as he opened the door, you fell speechless. And just like that, you spent another hour in that large room. Him bringing you a book by book and gently placing it in your hands, purposely touching your fingers.
,,I am so so jealous`` You laughed as you sat down on the bar stool in the beautiful kitchen.
,,You are welcome to come here and spend as much time as you want in there`` He said as he started to remove his tie. You watched, his long fingers work on the soft fabric, like a hungry animal.
,,Oh, you'll never get rid of me then`` You joked.
,,I wouldn't even try`` He said as he walked over to you. Your smile slowly faded away as nervousness entered your body again. You noticed his eyes weren't directly looking into yours, and your fingers quickly followed where he was looking. Your smudged mascara.
,,Is it that bad?`` You asked.
,,You look a bit rough. Come here`` He laughed as he took another step closer to you. He pushed himself in between your legs, and you brought your upper body closer to him. His hands cupped your cheeks before he tried to remove the mascara from under your eyes. You were looking up at him through your lashes, studying his face.
,,I think I just made it worse`` He said as he bit his lower lip. Something took over you, and you kissed his lips. Before he could even react, you came back to your senses and jumped down from the stool. You opened your mouth, to try to apologize to him, but it was like you lost your voice. He nodded his head a couple of times, looking out the French window with a smirk that showed his teeth. His focus shifted to you, and you felt so so small. It was like his eyes were burning your skin.
,,I am so-``
,,Sorry? Aw, come on now. Own up to your actions. Kissing a married man like that?`` His eyebrows were furrowed with a mean smirk on his face. He was painfully playing with you, knowing damn well it was all him, who pushed you over the edge. You were so innocent, not knowing any better than immediately apologizing, even though it wasn't your fault.
His hands grabbed you by your hips and guided you back to the kitchen island. Before you even realized what was happening, he placed you on top of it, finding his way in between your legs again. Your hands found his forearms and gently squeezed them. This was new to you, and it was scary. Was he angry with you? He had all the rights to be. You didn't want him to be angry. The way your eyes quickly flickered around and how your small fingers tried to squeeze his forearms told him what was happening.
,,You're okay, pretty girl`` he gently shook his head at you, trying to calm you down as he slowly removed his arms from yours and then quickly grabbed them, giving them a light squeeze. Your breathing slowed down a bit.
Then it was him who kissed you. His lips were soft and warm on yours, giving you much-needed reassurance. Your hands went to his chest while one of his went to your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. Your lips were clashing against each other until you needily whined for more. Wilbur didn't hesitate a second, and his hands dropped from your neck to your thighs. Goosebumps appeared on your cold skin. His hands squeezed your thighs before traveling further up, under your skirt. He wanted to take his time with you, explore every inch of your body. But he also knew he didn't have that luxury. His wife went to a spa, and even though she shouldn't get home in the next two hours, he didn't want to risk it.
His large finger slipped under the fabric of your underwear, and you whined. You pulled away from the kiss, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. It was all the tension that was building up inside of you ever since you sat in his car, making you act this way. But god, he loved it. He loved how he barely touched you, and you looked like you'd fall apart any second.
,,So wet already?`` He said teasingly, before reaching to your perfectly exposed neck. He sucked hard on the soft skin, drawing some painful moans out of you. He didn't care. He wanted to mark you. With no warning, his finger pushed deep inside of you, making you open your mouth. You lowered your upper body on the kitchen island, letting your forearms support you. His jaw was tightly clenched as he fingered you, carefully watching your face. His other finger soon joined in, stretching you out slightly. You were being such a good girl for him, he physically had to stop himself from going too fast.
,,P-please`` You begged and he swallowed. He pulled out his fingers and forced them into your mouth. You licked them clean before you watched him remove his belt and then his pants. You could feel your own heartbeat as you hungrily watched him pull out his cock and stroke it a couple of times. It was large and veiny, just like his arms. He was shaved, but not fully. His tip was glossy with his pre-cum, and you forced your heavy eyes to look into his. His eyes were fixated on yours as his hands reached for your hips and brought you closer to him. He then lined his tip with your entrance and teased you for a second. Your hands gave up on supporting you, so you fully laid down on the cold surface of the kitchen island. With one long move, he thrusted into you, making you close your eyes and moan out. His cock was stretching your walls painfully, and he allowed you a second to get used to him, before he started slowly moving inside of you. Your head was moving from side to side, and your hands tried to grab something for some sort of support. He grabbed one and gave you a comforting squeeze.
,,You're doing so well for me`` He almost whispered. He wasn't scared someone would hear him, but he was scared a moan would take over him, and he wouldn't be able to finish the sentence. You felt so good around him that he had to close his eyes and steady his breath. You were so gone in pleasure that you let the moans freely escape your mouth as he fucked you.
He found a nice pace where he could occasionally give you long and hard thrusts to bring your attention back. His free hand roamed around your body, going under your shirt and giving your nipples some attention.
Your legs soon started to tense up, and you felt your stomach tightening. His fingers left your nipples and instead went to your clit, playing with it gently. Your eyebrows were painfully furrowed, as the pleasure was getting too much too quickly. Your orgasm hit you like a train, knocking the air out of you. You arched your back as you cried out, your orgasm fully consuming you.
Wilbur painfully bit his lower lip, forcing himself not to cum inside of you as your walls clenched around him. He wanted you to fully enjoy your orgasm, but he also couldn't hold himself anymore. Once your thigh muscles relaxed around his waist, he pulled out of you, bringing you up to him by your shoulders. Your eyes were sleepy, and it looked like you weren't even in the room with him. He grabbed your face, giving you a light smack on your cheeks. Your eyes opened a bit more. His hands then helped you jump down and placed you on your knees in front of him. Your senses started to come back again, and you grabbed his hard cock before gently placing the tip in your mouth and sucking on it, tasting yourself.
,,I am sorry, pretty girl`` He said before grabbing the back of your head and fucking your face. You gagged as you got surprised, but tried your best to hold still. You forced yourself to breathe with your nose, but it still felt like you didn't have enough oxygen. Thankfully, his moans moan took over the gagging sounds, and with one last thrust, he came deep inside your throat. He held your head in one place for a while, before gently pulling out. You needily took a deep breath and looked up at him as he started to put on his pants. When he was done, he reached down for you and helped you on your legs. Your legs felt wobbly, and you were sure that without his support, you'd fall down. His thumb traced your puffy lower lip, before reaching down to kiss you. He was gentle this time. You closed your eyes and softly moaned. He then pulled away and looked at the clock. A painful feeling creeped inside of you. His wife could come home soon. The woman he chose to marry. The woman he cheated on with you. You felt sick.
,,Y/n`` He said gently, knowing perfectly well what you were thinking about. You looked at him with painful eyes. He brushed away the hair from your face. He wanted to take care of you. Make you a hot bath, make you dinner and then cuddle you on a couch. But all he could do was look in a shock at the front door as he heard a car pull up on the driveway. You jumped away from him, fixing your skirt, before grabbing your bag, you left next to the couch. The main door opened, and his wife walked in. She was wearing a comfortable but still beautiful outfit. Her hair was curled, and her perfume intoxicated the air. She looked at you with no surprise. She hung her coat before walking past you. You looked at Wilbur, but he avoided your look.
,,So as I said, you can come read anytime`` He said as he walked you to the door.
,,Of course, thank you for the tour`` You said without looking at him as you left the house. You felt strange. Why wasn't his wife surprised to see you? You'd be fuming if you caught your husband with a younger girl at your house while you were gone.
He watched you walk away, before taking a deep breath.
You woke up, in the same dark cold, empty basement, your head pounding, your leg was aching and you felt dizzy. You shift, trying to get comfortable,on the hard chair you sat on. When you hear a grunt, you look down so you realize.. You're on his lap, where there appears to be a tent... Your breathing hitched and your moving all together stopped. “Good morning darling!~” He wrapped his arms around you, with a firm, yet gentle grip. He moved his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickled your neck, but you were too tense to react. A smirk was painted on his face, his cold, insane gaze on you, outlining your waist and hips through your clothes. “Gods, you're so pretty..” He mumbled, his face heating up as his finger’s danced on your sides, as it glided up and down your waist and hips area. You attempted to squirm away but his grip tightened keeping you down on his hardened tent, causing you to squirm a little more from discomfort. His breath got heavy, as his finger’s continued to run up and down your waist and hip area slowly, pushing his nail into your flesh causing some sort of scratch to form. You closed your eyes tightly, wishing this was some dream or nightmare, wishing you were asleep, but you felt the pain of his short bitten nails scratching your sides. You let a low wince of pain as bullets of sweat began to race down your forehead. “Aww, dear~ Don’t be scared I won’t hurt you unless you truly deserve it. Like when you tried to escape..” His hand went down from your side to your thigh, rubbing small circles, his breath heavy, as he breathed in your scent. His warm breath continued to tickle your neck. You could feel the tent hardening, he began to sweat as his face became hotter, her breathing intensed. “Dear~ I can’t resist any longer~~” He in a clumpy moment, moved you onto the floor, where you knelt in front of him, as he unbuckled his belt, he struggled, when he finally got it off he threw it in a random direction of the empty cold floor, causing a small echo. you shivered feeling how cold the concrete floor of the basement was. He pulled her pants down, where his hardened boxer was shown. Your eyes widened as he stared at you while he played with the band of his boxers, his gaze remained cold and insane, with pure lust, as he impatiently pulled his boxers down as his cock spring out droplettes of pre-cum dropped. He impatiently, but softly gripped your hair pushing your lips down on his cock. Watching as you gagged as his hips bucked, causing you to gag again as salty tears formed in your eyes you shut them as he pushed you on his cock until it hit the back of your throat as he watched you gag. He grunted and groaned as you gagged, your sounds filling the quiet room.. He let low, squeaky moans and whimpers, as his cock began to twitch in your mouth, he pushed your mouth down one last time before he released. He pulled his hips away from you as he watched as his cum dripped down your lips, and chin, watching you swallow, eyes still shut close, tears continued to fall down your red tear stained cheeks. “Aw~ Good [INSERT PRONOUN]~” He stroked your H/L, H/C looking into your E/C eyes, a lustful gaze still there.
thank you so so much to everyone who tagged me in the post `bloggers you think are wonderful` y'all really made me sob🥹
warnings: smut, fingering, p in v, creamp!e, doctor x patient, unprofessionalism (this is debatable imo😜), teasing, Wil being kinda mean
Sweat was slowly building up on your forehead as you sat in the waiting room. The nurse looked at you as she walked out of the room in front of you.
,,Doctor Rowan was called to the main hospital building. They needed his help, so he won't be able to take you today`` She spoke as she walked back to her computer. Relieved, you stood up from the uncomfortable chair, ready to walk out and go home. The glass door leading to a different part of the hospital almost flew open as a young man walked in. He was dressed in white, clearly a doctor as well, and he was tall.
,,Im here to fill in for Dr. Rowan`` He said while walking past you to the nurse. She looked at him and then at you. Physically, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. You were so excited that you could go home. The doctor spoke to the nurse for a bit before walking to the exam room door. He then opened it and held the door for you. It took you too long to force yourself to walk, and you hoped he didn't notice it. Before the door closed behind you, the nurse spoke.
,,I will go check how they're doing in the main part, doctor Rowan doesn't have any more patients for today`` The doctor nodded and thanked her before closing the door behind you.
You stood in the middle of the room, holding on your jacket for dear life. Your breathing was uneven, and you thought you would pass out any second.
,,You have no color in your face. Do you want water?`` He asked you as he sat down on the chair, turning on the computer. His long fingers then started writing at almost unbelievable speed.
,,Im okay thank you`` You mumbled, watching him write.
,,I will be the judge of that`` he said as he spun around in the chair, facing you. His eyes stayed on your face for a moment before he signaled you to sit down at the special table. You placed your jacket next to you as you hoped on it. You must have looked funny.
,,So miss y/l/n, very pretty name by the way, this should be a normal monthly check up?`` He asked as he looked back to the computer before finally standing up and walking towards you. You swallowed, as suddenly he was so tall again, forcing you to look up at him. You hoped he wouldn't notice your red cheeks, which were caused by his compliment. He wasn't really waiting for an answer from you, but you still nodded.
,,Alright, I will now check your throat`` He told you with a smile and waited as you put your hair behind your shoulders. He took another step toward you, his body touching your knees. You closed your eyes as his large hand appeared on your throat. You having your eyes closed gave him an excuse to look down at your pretty face—thoughts he shouldn't be thinking about filling his head. His hand then squeezed your throat, making you let out a soft moan. As soon as you realized, your eyes shot open in absolute fear. You were met with him smirking down at you.
,,I- I am so sorry``You apologized quickly, feeling your face burn with embarrassment. Wilbur had to force himself not to squeeze your throat even harder. What a pretty thing he had all for himself, he thought.
He quickly closed his eyes with a smile on his lips as he shook his head at you, telling you it was okay. He continued examining your throat while you wished you'd drop dead. After a while, his hand left, and he walked to a small table, grabbing a wooden stick before walking back to you. Knowing what it was for, you opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. He then inserted the stick into your mouth, swapping the inside of your throat with cotton swab he had in his other hand. When he was satisfied, he put the cotton swab in a special bag. You kept your mouth open, knowing he wasn't done. Your eyes met for a second, and he felt his cock twitch at the sigh of you looking up at him with your tongue out. He knew he shouldn't, but he pushed the wooden stick deeper into your throat, making you gag. Once you felt your stomach tighten, you closed your eyes and jerked away from the stick.
,,I am so sorry`` He repeated what you told him just a couple of minutes ago, even though he wasn't really sorry. You were cringing at yourself, hoping the nightmare would soon end. Awkwardly, you started playing with the end of your skirt, trying to distract yourself.
,,I won't take your blood today...`` you felt a huge relief ,,... but I will need to listen to your heart, so if you could please take off your shirt`` As quick as the relief came, the faster it left. Your heart started to beat faster again as you very slowly started to remove your shirt. It felt like slow motion, but finally you placed the shirt on your jacket next to you. Goosebumps appeared on your arms and chest, you weren't sure if the room was freezing or flaming hot. Wilbur's eyes fell on your chest for a second before he took a step back.
,,Please go lay down on that bed`` He said as he pointed to it with his head. You jumped off and shakily walked to the bed. As you lay down, the cold leather almost made you cry out. Wilbur let you lay down comfortably before taking a step closer to you. The stethoscope was soon put on your chest as he listened to your heart beat. He smirked to himself when he realized how fast your heart was beating. And all because of him. He listened in various places before putting the stethoscope away. With no other warning, his hand was on your left side of the chest, pressing down. You knew it was normal, your doctor did this to you every month, but him touching you sent shivers down your spine. His other hand then joined in on touching you. It squeezed your thigh before traveling further up. You looked up at him, confused. You noticed his vision was clouded as he studied your face. His hand was getting dangerously close to your skirt.
,,The things I want to do to you`` He said with a sinister smile on his face. You furrowed your brows, wanting to ask what he meant, but his finger circling on your clothed clit under your skirt made you stop. Instead, a soft moan escaped your lips.
,,Will you let me?`` He asked as he bent down to your face, gently brushing his lips over yours. Your body was screaming, and you barely gave it any thought before hungrily nodding at him. He chuckled at your sudden desperation. He then stood up straight again as he lifted your skirt to your stomach. There wasn't any time for you to feel embarrassed about him seeing your underwear, since he removed them, throwing them to the floor. He smiled after noticing your wetness. He walked from your side to the end of the table, where he grabbed you by your feet and pulled you closer to the end of the table. Your legs fell down, feet hanging in the air. His hands then parted your legs more, opening you up to him. All he wanted was to put his cock deep inside of you and fuck you until he painted your insides white. But he also wanted to enjoy you first.
He pushed his index finger into you, making you whine. His finger curled up inside of you, pressing on the just-right spot. His other hand went to your lower stomach, applying pressure to it, causing you even more pleasure. He adored how reactive you were just to one of his fingers. Soon, another finger entered your hole, and this time he started actually fingering you. His pace was painfully slow, and soon you found yourself pushing your lower body to meet his fingers halfway. That still didn't make him speed up, and you felt like screaming.
,,Please``You begged as you closed your eyes again.
,,Please what?``He teased you as he went even slower. You cried out, unable to speak because of your own embarrassment. While you were fighting yourself, his hand went from your stomach to his pants. He then removed them, grabbing his rock-hard cock. You were oblivious to what was happening until you felt his tip sliding in between your folds. Your eyes shot open as you looked at him, teasing you. Your eyebrows furrowed as you whined.
,,Please, I need it`` You forced yourself to say, and he purred his lips at you. He then pushed his tip in, making you moan. But that was it, just the tip.
,,You need what?``He asked as his finger found your clit, drawing small circles on it. You whined in annoyance as you shifted yourself on the bed. His free hand quickly pinned you down, stopping you from squirming around.
,,I need your cock, please`` You said quickly, only feeling the neediness in your body. He smiled to himself before fully pushing himself in. You arched your back as a loud moan left your lips. His finger was still on your clit as he stayed inside of you, not moving, giving you space to get used to him. His cock was painfully stretching you out, but you loved it. He wanted to give you more time, but he had his own needs as well. Slowly, he pulled halfway out before slamming back into you, making you cry out. Your face full of pain and pleasure made him bite his lower lip. He then started fully fucking into you, making your chest bounce, which he soon figured out was a sight he wanted to see every day.
Your legs hugged his hips, making him fuck you even deeper. His speed knocked the air out of you, and you never felt better.
,,You feel so good`` He said with a husky voice as his fingers dug into your hips. Neither of you spoke again. All that left your mouths were loud moans and whines. His finger on your clit moved faster and faster, and soon you started to feel the knot in your stomach tightening. Your toes curled, and your leg muscles flexed as the pleasure started to feel almost overwhelming. Wilbur knew you were so close to your orgasm, and he started to feel afraid he wouldn't be able to pull out. He wanted to make you cum on his cock and then cum on your pretty chest.
Your orgasm finally hit you, your whole body fealling into deep darkness. Tingles filled the end of your fingers as you flew through it. Once your walls squeezed even more around his cock, he knew he needed to pull out. You felt his cock pull out halfway before you quickly locked your legs around his waist even more, so he couldn't go anywhere. Wilbur moaned loudly as he tried to fight his orgasm for a bit longer. But there was only so much he could do. With another loud moan, he came deep inside of you, throwing his head back. A dirty feeling, that you absolutely loved, filled your head after you realized he actually came into you. His cock stayed buried in you for a bit before he actually pulled out. Your legs fell down again, and you closed your eyes, trying to steady your breath.
His fingers, pushing back inside your pussy, made you open them again in confusion. Wilbur gathered some of his cum mixed with your juices on his finger before bringing them to your mouth, where he forcefully pushed them in, making you gag on his fingers. Tears shot from your eyes as you tried to grab his hand. He was so much stronger, so you weren't able to move it. He made sure you cleaned his fingers before removing them. He was looking down at you with a locked jaw. After a while, he grabbed your underwear and gave it to you. You stood up from the bed, almost falling due to your jelly legs. He let you get dressed as he went to his computer, acting like nothing happened. All sorts of emotions started to fill your head. Did you do anything wrong?
After you were dressed, you heard a printer printing something. You walked to him, and he handed you a long piece of paper. You furrowed your brows as you read the words. After realizing what the paper was, you looked up at him.
,,If you sign this, you'll be my patient from now on`` He said with a smirk as he handed you a pen. With no actual thinking, you signed the paper, making him smirk even more.
okay but stepbro!simpbur hearing rumors that you and anothe guy diddle dooed and he gets pissed and confronts you but youre like "???? 🤨 mister brother sir, i am a virginia 🗣" and he's like "not for long loverboyyyyyy (or lovergirlllll)((or loverbitchhhh))"
🍓🦷 back from the grave
First time | Simpbur
first things first, I looove your energy, haha!! and second, you're literally the second person who asked for simpbur-virgin reader soo🤭
also I feel like many of you noticed I only write for f! reader. The only reason for that is that I am the most comfortable writing for f! readers (in a way that I feel like I wouldn't do justice for m! reader since I don't really know how stuff feels haha! (I'm just scared I'd write poorly)
I could definitely give it a try, but you can't hold me accountable for it
!!PLEASE feel free to change literally anything (gender, hair color, people, places, etc.) in what you're reading. I write for you and you only, so please have fun with it!!
You were sitting on the small couch you had in your room, listening to your favorite artist, when, out of nowhere, your headphones flew away from your head, making you open your eyes. In front of you stood your step-brother looking more than upset.
,,Y/n, what the fuck?" he said, like you were supposed to know what he was talking about. You furrowed your brows and tried to snatch the headphones back, with no luck.
,,Yeah what the fuck Will?" Pushing yourself off the couch, you stood in front of him, having to look up at him due to the size difference.
,,Josh? Really?`` He threw the headphones on your couch, flames almost flashing from his eyes. If some stranger walked in on the two of you, they would probably think Will was just about to kill you.
,,If this is one of the your mom or nuts jokes, please don't..." you rolled your eyes as you walked to your desk ,,... needles to say we have the same mom, not really but you know what I mean" You reached for your school text book, but a strong arm wrapped around yours and swung you around.
,,Why in the world would you sleep with Josh? What are you? Some kind of slut?" He was now practically yelling, his hand painfully holding yours.
It felt like you didn't understand the words he just said. It took you a long time to put one plus one together. Josh, you now knew his name, was a guy that's been harassing you for weeks. First, it started innocently. He followed you on instagram, smiled at you in the hallway of your school, and did all the little things. Last weekend, there was a party, and both of you were there. He found you early that night and immediately tried to get you drunk. You knew what he was trying to do, but saying no just didn't work because his friends were also trying to push you to your limits. At one point, the two of you happened to be alone. His hand appeared on your ass, and well, yours appeared in his face. You were pretty sure you broke his nose, but didn't have time to make sure because you ran home straight after. And now he was telling people the two of you actually fucked.
,,Will-" You took a deep breath, but before you could explain yourself, you were cut off by him.
,,So in front of our parents, you act so nice `oh no dad, I dont even think about boys` but in private you let them fuck your ass?" His face was so close, you felt his hot breath on your cheeks. You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to process what your step-brother just said.
,,Fuck my ass? Ew" You put your hands on his chest and pushed him away. He finally took a step back. You waited for him to say something more, but he was just looking at you.
,,Not that this is any of your business, but I haven't slept with Josh..." You said and you noticed how his muscles relaxed slightly ,,...or with anyone-ever" You raised your eyebrows, trying to ignore the feeling of your cheeks growing red.
,,You haven't? Ever?" He asked while looking very confused. You rolled your eyes. He was so annoying.
,,Ever. Now get out" You pointed to your door with your head and expected him to walk out and leave you and your burning cheeks alone, but instead he placed his large hands on both sides of your cheeks and brought you close to him. Your lips met each other, and you froze. His tongue entered your mouth and quickly found yours. Your brain told you to put your hands on his chest, and so, with no shame, you did it.
,,Let me take care of that, huh" He said against your lips with a cocky smirk. You only had time to look up at him before you felt your body hit your soft bed. In reality, it was all happening so fast, but in your head, it was just too slow. He was standing next to your bed, removing his shirt, and it just felt like an eternity you felt his hands. Almost like he could read your mind, he sat down next to you, and his hand stroked your thigh.
,,Im sorry for yelling at you before" He said and surprisingly, you believed him. It was very hard to focus on what he was saying because all your attention was on his hand.
,,Good"You said as you furrowed your brows.
,,So bratty. Let me fuck that out of you hm?" He said with a smirk before reaching for your lips again. You whined into the kiss and put your hand on his neck. You were sure he could hear your heart beating through your chest.
,,Will...we can't" you said in between the wet kisses. He left your lips and started kissing your neck, making you bite your lower lip.
,,The only way we are not doing this is if you tell me you don't want it. I don't care about anything else" He said right before the trail of his kisses reached your chest. He stopped there and just looked at you. Both your mind and your heart were racing, and he was very well aware of that.
,,Tell me to stop, and I will" He said, fighting a smirk from appearing on his face. You gave it basically no thought, and instead you shook your head slightly. He took that as a sign to continue. His hands grabbed your shirt, and you helped him remove it. Before you could even lay down again, his lips were on your collarbone. From there, he traveled lower and lower. He sucked on the soft skin of your chest. You whined at the slight pain his sucking was causing. Not caring about the mark he left on your chest, he continued down to your stomach. He wanted to take it as slowly as possible, but the way your body reacted to him, he just couldn't wait any longer. You felt him tug on your shorts, and you lifted your hips, so he could remove them. The cold creeped up on your now almost fully exposed core. Your breathing became heavier as you started to realize what was happening. Will noticed the change in you and looked up at you.
,,You're okay, pretty girl" He smiled at you and you tried to smile back at him. ,,Do you want me to stop? We can take a brea-" He started speaking, but you didn't let him finish. This is what you wanted. You were sure.
,,Please continue" you said softly, scared of your voice breaking. He nodded and ever-so-gently parted your legs.
,,Close your eyes for me" He said and you immediately did what he told you to. The nervousness was slowly leaving your body as his hands massaged your upper thighs. The tips of his left fingers then moved from your thigh and danced around your lower stomach. Breath caught in your throat as you felt them move to the top of your pussy. The soft fabric of your panties was the only thing between the two of you. His fingers then slowly moved down to your folds.
His jaw clenched as he watched you moan softly. Your hips shot upward, trying to get more from his fingers. For someone who has never been touched, you were definitely needy. And who was he to not help you? His fingers were teasing you over your panties for too long for your liking.
,,Will please" You whined with your eyes still closed. He listened to you and slowly removed the fabric that was keeping him from fully making you feel good. He took a deep breath as he watched your wet pussy. His dick was painfully hard in his pants. He forced himself to only focus on you, knowing that today wasn't about him.
You got scared when you felt his finger on your lips. You opened your eyes and looked up at him as he put his fingers in your mouth. Your lips locked around it, and you made sure to wet it with your tongue. Will had to force himself not to cum by just looking at you sucking his fingers. He had to forcefully remove it; otherwise, he would go crazy. You'd make him crazy. He sat back down next to your legs, and his finger found your clit. All the new sensation made you close your eyes again and grab the sheets. His fingers played with your clit for a while before going lower in between your folds. The tip of his finger gently entered your aching hole. His other hand focused on stroking your thigh, and he carefully watched your face for any sign of discomfort. When there was none, he pushed his finger halfway. Which was already more than you were used to from your fingers.
,,You're doing so well" He said and you whined. His finger was entering you more and more, until you furrowed your brows. It wasn't necessarily painful; it was more uncomfortable, if anything. His hand left your thigh, and instead, his finger focused on your clit, trying to bring back the pleasure you felt before. Your walls clenched around his finger, and he wasn't able to keep his own moan from escaping. Once his finger was fully inside of you, he arched it, drawing a moan out of you in return. He gave you some time to get used to the feeling before slowly moving his finger. He was gently fingering you while his other finger was still focused on your clit.
Once your moans grew louder, he fingered you a bit faster. You forced yourself not to think about how good he was with his fingers. How he did this to countless girls before you. Jealousness filled your body. Will noticed your thoughts were wandering somewhere else, so he added another finger to make sure you were focusing. You whined about the feeling.
,,Fuck you're so tight" He whispered and you barely heard him. He was talking more to himself than to you. His fingers were curling inside of you, hitting that one spot that made all the pain basically nonexistent. He was fingering you for a while, occasionally calling you a good girl. After a while, he noticed how your muscles started to tense up.
,,Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers?" He asked as he pushed harder on your clit.
,,I don't know if I can" You said with a slight worry in your voice. You were never able to cum by fingering yourself before.
,,Its okay if you can't" He reassured you, knowing very well you'd be creaming around his fingers in no time. His fingers slowed while fingering you, and he focused more on drawing small circles on your clit. Then he just watched as your breath got caught in your throat, and you arched your back. You clenched around his fingers, and tears escaped your closed eyes. His fingers stayed inside of you, but his other hand grabbed your hand and let you squeeze it as hard as you wanted. When your lower body started to twitch, he gently removed his fingers and brought them to his mouth. Your brain wasn't working properly, but you still heard him moan to the taste of you.
Once your breathing became steady and your brain started working again, shame started to creep inside of you. Wilbur knew it was coming, so he placed a blanket over your naked body and went to your face to kiss you. You hesitantly kissed him back, trying to wrap your mind around what just happened.
,,Everything is okay, I promise" He said softly before putting your hair behind your ear. You smiled at him and hoped he was right.
Hello! Sorry if this request is formatted a bit weirdly, this is my first time requesting some thing on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to it.
I read both of your stepbrother Simpbur fics and I love them (I love all of your Simpbur stories that I’ve read especially the stalker once) so I was curious on if you could write either a stepdad story with Wilbur  where y/n‘s mom got married to or is dating Will when y/n was in college and during a holiday break or summer vacation she comes home to visit her mom and Will, but one day whin y/n’s mom was out of the house for something Wilbur walked into the room y/n was saying in to talk her about something, when he sees her lying on the bed touching herself. With this story I would love if y/n called him daddy if you ok with that.
But if you don’t like that request or aren’t comfortable with making it, could you do one where y/n is a really big fan of Wilbur and has a really big crush on him,  so as an early birthday gift, her friend got her a ticket to Lovejoy concert with she is at the concert at some point Wilbur looks down at her and smiles, which makes y/n’s go completely red after this during the rest of the concert Will would randomly look at y/n during certain songs. After the concert end it either a security guard had asked y/n to come backstage without any contacts, this made it y/n I think she was in trouble at first, but she end up finding out that it was gonna be the best day of her life.
Stuff I would like added in whatever story you decide to make out of the two would be, Wilbur eating y/n out until she cum on his face , him  making her  cum more than once, and Wilbur cum inside of her.
Sorry that this is so long but I really appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read and hopefully make one of the two stories I requested. I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you may be. 
,,I feel so bad I have to leave the two of you alone`` Your mom says as she caresses your cheeks. You gave her a warm smile, feeling like you were five again. She was always so kind to you.
,,Mom, we will be fine, promise`` Her hands were now holding yours. The whole situation was quite funny. She was saying goodbye to you like she was going away for weeks, when in fact it was only a day.
Your mom was a retired nurse. She loved her job and was so heartbroken when she had to stop doing what she loved. She was, however, very well known and adored in the neighborhood, so everyone always came to her for advice.
Yesterday, while the three of you were having breakfast, her friend called her. Denise, her best friend, was after surgery and asked your mom if she would be okay staying at her house for a night because she had health anxiety and knew your mom would help her.
,,Does she have a curfew?`` Wilbur walked in the hall and leaned on the wall, making you jokingly roll your eyes.
,,Yes, she's allowed to watch one episode of Powerpuff Girls at 8 pm, but after that she has to go`` Your mom said jokingly before grabbing her bag and opening the main door.
,,Haha, very funny the two of you`` You said pretending to be upset before saying a final goodbye to your mom. Then you watched the two of them kiss before turning on your heels and going to your room.
,,Powerpuff girls, huh?`` You heard him say behind you after the main door closed. You turned to face him. His arms were crossed on his chest, and he was grinning.
,,Yes sir`` You laughed, expecting him to do the same. Instead, you could see him clench his jaw and take a deep breath. The two of you just stared at each other for a while before you coughed.
,,I-I will go read if that's okay`` His eyes were piercing through you, and you tried to avoid them.
,,Read? I thought we could watch a movie.I will even let you pick`` His grin appeared again, and you felt like you could finally breathe. To be honest, you didn't really want to read right now, you just said something to get out of the awkward situation.
,,Why not. How about you make the popcorn and I get the movie ready?`` You looked up at him, forcing the thought of him being on top of you away.
,,Yes mam`` He said, clearly, teasing you before walking away. You shook your head before heading to the living room.
Popcorn and drinks were ready in about 5 minutes, and you and Will were now sitting on the couch. The lights were turned off, and a blanket was lying on top of the lower part of your legs. The popcorn bowl was the only thing stopping you from feeling his skin on yours.
,,I've heard a lot about this movie`` He said as he grabbed his drink. He was drinking plain whiskey while he made you a cocktail with basically no alcohol in it.
,,But you don't know the actual story, right?`` You looked at him with furrowed brows. He chuckled as he looked at you and shook his head. You forced your eyes back at the TV, where you could finally read the name of the movie: Shutter Island.
You genuinely didn't expect to enjoy watching a movie with him that much. He knew exactly when to be quiet and fully listen to the dialogue, and when to share his thoughts. It was really funny to listen to how he tried to guess the plot, but always failed. It felt like you were sitting down with one of your friends instead of your mom's husband.
You were just laughing at another one of his ideas when his large hand appeared on your thigh. You swallowed as his fingers gently squeezed your thigh. Quickly, you looked up at him, just to find him watching the movie. Your breathing was uneven, and your body was burning. His thumb gently caressed the inside of your thigh.
,,Its clear that it's all a cover-up, right?`` He said, acting like his hand wasn't on your leg.
,,Won't tell you`` You forced yourself to say, and he just chuckled. His hand didn't stay there for too long, and as soon as it disappeared, you realized how badly you actually wanted him to touch you. Your inner voice was screaming at you for thinking about him like this. You always thought he was attractive. But that's where the thoughts were supposed to end. Not continue to him fucking you with his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans.
,,Wow`` Will said as he stopped the movie after it ended. You were glad he liked the movie. Showing something that you liked and enjoyed to someone was always stressful. The next hour was spent talking about the movie's plot, and you couldn't stop laughing. You felt so incredibly comfortable with him.
,,Okay, okay, I really have to go to sleep now`` You said as you got up from the couch. He did the same, forcing you to look up at him.
,,You sure? We can have a drink or two`` He smiled at you while putting some loose hair behind your ear.
,,I thought you knew better than giving young people alcohol`` You answered him with a smirk on your face. Will jokingly rolled his eyes at you.
,,You're legal y/n``
He did not mean it like that, you screamed at yourself inside your head. Instead of saying anything more, you gave him a smile before saying a quick goodbye and walking to your childhood bedroom. After you finally reached the inside, you quickly closed the door and jumped into your bed, face first. You could feel how hot your cheeks were. This was messed up. He's your mom's husband. You were at their wedding. This wasn't the first time the two of you had been alone. But it was the first time he touched you like that. The two days you were already here felt different. The atmosphere was different. You were worried your mom would catch the way he looked at you when you sunbathed while he cleaned the pool. The way he would put hands on your hips while trying to pass behind you.
An hour passed, and you couldn't sleep. All you could think of was, if you maybe just imagined it all. The room was way too warm to even lay under your blanket. You sighed as you traced where his hand touched you on your thigh with your own fingers, your eyes tightly closed. Goosebumps grew on your legs, and your breathing became unsteady. You let your hand go from your thigh to under your shorts. Touching yourself once wouldn't hurt anyone, that's what you repeated to yourself as you thought about him.
,,Y/N are you sleeping?`` The door slightly opened, and Wilbur looked inside your room. Your eyes met for a moment before his moved to where your hand was. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your hand flew away from under your short. Quickly you sat up, and he walked in your room, looking down at you.
,,Oh my god`` You managed to say, and you watched as a smirk grew on his lips.
,,Oh my god indeed`` He said as he took a few steps closer to you. Your body suddenly felt cold with embarrassment, and it felt like you forgot how to breathe.
,,Im so sorry, this is so embarrassing. You weren't supposed to see this`` You tried to sound like you just made a joke, but you sounded more like someone broke both of your legs, and you were on the edge of losing your voice because of the pain.
,,Oh, is that so? He raised his eyebrows. His hand stroked your hair ,,Is that why you didnt lock your door today?`` It wasn't really a question, and you knew it. Both days, you locked your bedroom door as soon as you entered it. Today was different.
,,However, I am sorry. I'm sorry for disturbing you. Please continue`` He gave you a mean smile before taking a step back. You furrowed your brows at him.
,,Uh...``Was all you could say. You weren't sure if he was joking. He must have been, though. Rubbing the salt into the wound. He clearly knew how bad you felt, and he wanted to make it worse. The way he was quiet for a long time made you super nervous.
,,You want me to-``
,,Touch yourself, yes`` He said as he stood even taller. All sorts of emotions entered your body, and you just looked at him, hoping he would laugh and say he was joking. That didn't happen.
,,Y/N be a good girl`` He said almost warningly, and you noticed how your hand touched your shorts. This was all so weird.
,,And remove those`` He said, pointing at your shorts with his eyes. From this moment on, it felt like you left your body and watched it all happen from a third person's perspective. You slowly removed your shorts and your underwear, revealing the lower part of your body to him. His eyes fell onto your pussy before going back to your eyes, waiting for you to do what he told you to do. It felt like slow motion, but your fingers found your clit, and you softly whined. Your fingers were moving in slow, small circles as you stared into his eyes.
,,Use your fingers now, pretty girl¨ He said and you whined as you listened to him. You fingered yourself as he watched you like prey.
,,It doesn't feel good`` You almost whispered, and he purred his lips before sitting down next to you.
,,Would it be better if daddy did it for you?`` He asked you, and you quickly nodded, drawing a cocky laugh from him. His hand squeezed your thigh before his fingers traveled to your pussy. You removed your finger, and he quickly took its place. You let out a loud moan when you felt his finger inside of you. It was so much bigger than yours, filling you out so nicely. Everything went black as you were forced to close your eyes by all the pleasure. He fingered you so slowly, it felt more like a punishment. Soon another finger entered your hole, and you arched your back.
,,Is this what you've been wanting?`` He said with a husky voice, and you whined in agreement.
,,Use your words`` He said as he parted his fingers inside of you, making you cry out.
,,Yes`` You said quickly before biting your lower lip.
,,Yes who?`` He said as his fingers fingered you faster.
,,Yes daddy`` Your head was spinning, and due to your eyes being closed, you missed the way he smiled when you called him daddy.
,,Get up`` He said as he removed his fingers from you. Your eyes shot open in surprise, but you did what he told you. He took your place in your bed, and you looked at him, confused. He grabbed your hand and made you get back on the bed. Both of his hands grabbed you by your hips and pushed you closer to his face. It clicked in your head, and you helped him get you on top of his face. It all happened so fast. Out of nowhere, you were fully pushed down on his face, his hands firmly holding your hips. His tongue licked you from your hole to your clit, and you threw your head back with a loud moan escaping your lips. Will didn't wait for anything, his tongue stayed on your clit, playing with it while he occasionally sucked on it. The pleasure was so overpowering that you felt like your whole body would soon explode. Your hands found their way into his hair, and you tugged on it. Both your eyes and throat were burning. The pain was no match for all the pleasure his tongue was bringing you.
,,Daddy...mhm...I`` It was incredibly hard to talk due to all the moans leaving your mouth. His hands squeezed your hips more, and his tongue sped up. The familiar feeling deep inside your stomach arrived quickly, and you just fully focused on it. With each second and each lick, you were getting closer and closer. Soon enough, your orgasm arrived, making itself known by your loud moan. Your body was swallowed whole by it, and your limbs were numb. If Wilbur wasn't holding you, you would fall down. His tongue slowed down but never fully stopped. Quickly, it became too much, and you tried to get up from his face, but his strong arms stopped you. You opened your eyes and tried again. He looked up at you before sucking on your clit, making you cry out.
,,Too much...`` You said with tears in your eyes, but it was like he didn't hear you. You gave up trying to get away and sat down more comfortably again. Your body was tensed, but the pleasure came back again. Tears were now fully running down your face. The second orgasm came unexpectedly and hit you even harder. Everything went black, and you opened your mouth in an empty moan. For your own surprise, he didn't stop this time either. His tongue focused on your hole for a moment before finding your clit again. Every inch of your body hurt, and you felt weak. Your third orgasm was short and not as powerful as the other two. Still, your body started to shake, and you thought you'd pass out soon. Wilbur finally stopped and helped you get down on your bed. Your eyes were closed, and it felt like your whole room was spinning. He positioned himself in between your legs, and soon you felt his large cock enter your already abused pussy. You half opened your eyes to look at him, making him growl at the sight.
,,Such a good little girl, letting me use her like this`` He said through his teeth, and you closed your eyes again. Your mind was so numb, you barely noticed the pain his thick cock caused. His hips were thrusting into you quickly. The sound of your wetness filling the room. He felt like he could cum the second he saw you touching yourself, so it was no surprise to him that he finished inside of you very quickly. He bit his lower hip as he groaned, shooting his cum deep inside of you. When he was finished, he pulled out and watched as his cum spilled out of you. His index finger went in between your folds and gathered his cum mixed with your own wetness. You moaned at how overstimulated you were, barely noticing his finger forcing his way into your mouth, making you taste both of you.
The rest of the night was a blur. You knew he helped you take a shower and that you fell asleep on his chest as he stroked your hair while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
simpbur but he's writhing underneath your mouth, gasping and calling out your name. begging for more and for less, to go slower but his hips buck into your mouth
