Y/n with her eyes still shut, awoke.

Wilbur was infront of her, he was crouching so he was face to face with her.

He answered.

He genuinely asked.

Y/n said, looking away.

He boasted, seemingly proud of his actions.

Y/n replied.

He said,

He stood up and sat on one of the arms of Y/n's throne.

With him so close Y/n could smell the strong stench of cigarettes and alcohol.

Wilbur looked down at Y/n, with a smile he placed his hand under her chin, lifting her face.

He said with a flirtatious smirk.

Y/n said, knowing he wanted something.

He asked.

His hand transferred from her chin, to her hair, then her shoulders, tracing her figure. His hands were rough and calloused, but large and careful. He leaned in towards Y/n.

He whispered in her ears.

His hot, damp breath against her ear was enticing, the reeking stench of booze and cigarettes weren't although Y/n still blushed.

His words entranced her, she blushed red as she looked away.

She said, looking away.

He inquired

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Wilbur.

He was in a very good mood.

He was excited for Y/n to visit his realm, and went to Dream for advice on what wine should they drink.

Wilbur said, smiling as he entered Dream's realm.

Dream asked Wilbur.

Dream.

He was in a very bad mood.

Wilbur asked.

Dream said,

He answered.

Dream, now jealous looked at him.

He wanted to have drinks with Y/n, not Wilbur.

Wilbur jokingly said.

Dream said,

Wilbur, sensing that he was in a bad mood nodded and left.

Dream.

He was in a very very bad mood now.

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Y/n, sat in her realm.

The thoughts of last night were suppressed by new ones of Wilbur.

She blushed, recounting the events.

She then got ready.

She changed into a white dress, (or something else but still white if you'd like)

But this white dress was a little more.

It was a spaghetti straped dress, it was skin tight and was mid-thigh.

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Wilbur prepared a table in his realm, waiting for Y/n.

Upon her arrival, Wilbur was taken back by her appearance.

He complimented, every step she took.

Y/n, could felt his gaze lingering on her legs, mainly her thighs.

She said, sitting down at the table.

He said.

Wilbur then realized.

He stared quite hard.

After all, she was a woman and he should've respected her.

He said, flustered he covered his face with a hand.

She said with a smile.

He asked, showing her the two bottles.

She said, pointing to the left bottle

Wilbur quickly popped off the cork and poured her a glass, then himself.

Wilbur said, cutting himself off in realization.

She pestered.

He shyly said.

She said.

He asked.

She asked

He explained

She exclaimed

Wilbur explained, blushing

She questioned

He said

She asked

He answered

She exclaimed

He said

She asked

He answered

She mumbled

He asked

She said, embarrassed

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He said, flirtatious

She said, smirking

Wilbur, did as he told. He got up from his seat and stood next to Y/n. He leaned down, now face to face. The intoxicating smell of wine emitted from the two.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, whilst Wilbur propped his arm on her chair.

She placed her lips on his, for a mere second. It was so quick, and it was something Wilbur wanted more of.

Y/n, for her it's been awhile and she needs someone to get off mind off something's. Wilbur, he's hadn't been intimate with another woman since the Xia dynasty.

Wilbur picked her up and placed onto of the table. He wrapped his arms around Y/n's waist. He then kissed her, not wasting a second.

In the heat of the moment Wilbur's hand detected from her waist and started to move upwards until a voice stopped them.

The voice came from a familiar man named Dream.