《mcyt smutshots》a job for your hands
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Wilbur X Reader
TW: hickies, handjob, degrade kink, handcuffs, pet names, switch wilbur and sub male reader.
(FINALLY I MADE A MALE ONE :D)
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wilbur was on his phone, on the bed, just chatting with his fans on twitter space (i dont even think he does that but ok-). not knowing that he was, you walk in with a book you've been reading for the past 2 days.
"hey wilbur!" you smiled, glancing at his phone.
"oh hey! im on twitter space" he exclaimed, muting himself. he gave you a peck on the cheek and continued to speak to his viewers.
25 minutes past and he later ended the space to find you reading your book as you laid on your stomach. he then laid with you, technically reading with you. but a weird page came up, and it was talking about a..handjob?
the page appeared to be mentioning sexual tension between the characters. when all of this was happening, you didn't seem to notice wilbur reading there with you until he started speaking.
"damn, where did you get this book? im interested already." wilbur said practically smirking.
his voice when he said that and the text from the book went straight into your pants. the tent in your pants grew and you had to sit up in order to deal with the pain.
"y/n what was that book talking about?" he asked, acting clueless. he sat up and sat next to you.
"uhm.. i forgot." you lied. he then throws the book at you. you ended up catching it.
"reread it then puppy." he said, making you blush by the name. you open to the page reading in your head and turning to wilbur again.
"so y/n, what's a handjob?" he asked me boldly.
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"well..it has something to do with your hands." you said getting somewhere. wilbur was listening like the obedient boyfriend he is, but him waiting for your answer was very overwhelming and hot for you.
"a-and a job is like.. when you do something..right?" you said, putting the two words together. "mhm" wilbur hummed. he placed a hand on your thigh looking down to it, glancing at your raging boner.
"wow.. that must hurt kitten." he commented, looking back up at you. he cupped it and you accidentally bucked your hips.
"eager, are we now?" he cooed, "don't worry babe, i'll make sure to give you a handjob."
"wh-wha-?" you got cut off by wilbur applying pressure to his hand and to your hard-on. you whined softly, giving him the go ahead.
when you did, he undid your pants, took them off, leaving you in your boxers. he had a hard grip on your member, and slowly pumping your dick through your boxers. you groaned at the feeling.
"awh y/n, your such a little slut. my little slut, isn't that right?" wilbur spoke, wanting an answer.
"m-mhm~!" you interrupted yourself with a groan. he took off the boxers, making cold air touch your member. soon enough, he was pumping again. the more wilbur pumped, the more you moaned and bucked your hips.
"wilbur.. i-im close~" you whimpered as your dick twitched in his hand. he noticed that and started to pump even faster.
"i can tell. you love this dont you? maybe that book payed off." he commented, now sitting in between your legs, sat in front of you.
"a-ah.. i do love t-this wilbur~" you said pathetically, bucking your hips for the 8th time. you gasped as he went faster and touching the tip of your dick.
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"o-ohhhh my g- im gonna- i-" you faltered as you came. it went on your sweater, wilburs hands, and on the page of the book. sadly, nobody noticed.
"good job you little slut. now that you know what a handjob is.." he paused, "you're gonna give me one puppy." he cooed, lifting your chin up.
you didn't respond and completely taking off his pants, knowing that you have consent. you gripped his dick, making him dip his head back as you started slowly.
"fffuck.." he groaned.
you continued to jerk him off slowly, looking at his pathetic face. wilbur was a switch, but he'd act either more dominant or submissive depending on the day. he likes being dominant to you, but deep down if you did something very attractive, he'd go submissive and breedable just for you.
you pumped faster, using your free hand to touch his thigh. one thing that you adored from wilbur is that he was really sensitive. every body part that you touched that was his sweet spot, he would fall apart.
"oh my god.." he groaned, putting his hand on your hand. he gripped your hand hard, like he was in desperate pain.
"c-can you go f-faster?" he asked really out of breath.
"use your manners love." you said with lust.
he gulped before responding, "please go faste-"
before he finished his sentence, you started to jack him off faster, his dick twitching as he reached his limit.
"m-mm~ im gonna- i-" wilbur gasped, moaning as he came all over your hand. you wiped it off your hand, rubbing his thigh a little with your other.
"y/n, cmon.."
"what babe?" you asked, eye contact intimate.
"haven't you had e-enough fun?" he said, still aligning his breath from the hard scene earlier.
"not yet." you said as you leaned against his neck. soft kisses were placed on his neck. those soft kisses turned soon into hickies pretty quickly.
"a-ahh~!" he moaned, leaning his head back. you placed a hand on his neck and on his thigh, getting small whimpers from him.
you took off wilbur's shirt to get more access to his chest. blue and purple spots soon covered wilbur's neck, all the way to his collarbone.
"wow y/n, you really went on the spot with those hickies." he said, putting his shirt back on.
you chuckled, "oh yeah, i really like giving hickies."
your attention later went to the open book, splattered with a small stain of cum. you inspected the stain then turned to wilbur, wilbur looking at the book.
"well there goes the book, prince." wilbur said turning to you. he pecked you on the cheek and hugged you, putting his head against your neck.
"i love you darling, its okay i'll get you a new one." he said muffled.
"thanks will. i love you too." you said, kissing the top of his head.
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THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE CHAPTER!!
i love this one so much because its my first masc one! hope you enjoyed!
[1.1k words ^^]
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