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”But I have to work” Part 1

WilburxFemalereader

Wilbur has work to do but you’re a tease. Smut beneath the cut.

Wilbur let out a shaky breath as he came hard in your mouth, the pleasure so intense that it felt like his toes were curling. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned as he leaned against the wall, your lips still wrapped around him, sucking him slowly and deliciously as he emptied his load completely.

With one final spurt of cum, he slumped against the wall, shuddering in pleasure as you pulled him gently from your mouth. He watched with lust-filled eyes as you licked at his tip, still tasting yourself and him on your tongue.

"You weren't kidding," he said, breathing heavily as he looked down at you with a new appreciation. "But we really need to get some work done now, or we'll be up all night."

Wilbur watched as you giggled and stripped off his shirt, admiring the way your body moved fluidly as you strode towards the bathroom. He grinned to himself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the sight of you walking naked.

He couldn't help but stare as you disappeared into the shower, thinking about the way you'd just made him cum so hard. The heat had clearly been intense, but he was also grateful for it—it was a welcome distraction from the stress and pressure of the day.

He stood up slowly, his cock still hard even though he knew he shouldn't, and began to get dressed, his mind already turning over what work he needed to get done.

As you stood in the shower, your thoughts turned to something a little more playful. You ran your fingers over your body, feeling your skin tingle with anticipation. You then reached to the drawer and chose one of your favorite vibrators, making sure it was fully charged.

You propped up your phone so that it would capture your performance, carefully angled to keep it out of sight from Wilbur's watchful eyes. You knew he was just outside the bathroom, getting ready for work.

As you turned on the vibrator, your breath quickened, and you moaned softly to yourself, your body responding immediately to the stimulation. You let the hot water rain down on you as you started rubbing your clit in small, slow circles before gradually increasing the speed and pressure.

Your hips bucked against the vibrator as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to orgasm, finally it hit you and it was all in camera for Wilbur to see later.

As you stepped out of the shower, your body was still warm and sensitive from the intense pleasure that you had just experienced. You wrapped a short towel tightly around your body and stepped back out to the room.

Wilbur looked at you and raised an eyebrow at the towel. He couldn't help but notice your flushed skin and the way your nipples were hard and puckered. He wondered if you'd been up to anything untoward in the shower and couldn't wait to find out.

"You look super cute like that," he said with a grin. "What have you been up to?"

You shrugged casually, trying to hide the sly grin that was creeping across your face. "Oh, just a little something to start the day right," you teased, looking him straight in the eyes. “As much as I’d like to let this towel slip, you were very insistent on us getting work done so…” 

Wilbur's eyes widened as you bent over to collect your clothes, giving him a teasing flash of your wet pussy. He couldn't help but feel excited at the prospect of seeing more.

"You're such a tease," he said with a smirk, his eyes following your every move as you pulled out the lingerie and other items of clothing. "But I like it."

He admired the lingerie as you slipped it on, watching as you wriggled into it and adjusted it so it fit perfectly. His cock began to throb with desire as he imagined what it would be like to touch and kiss every inch of your beautiful body.

"Okay, let's get to work," he said, trying to sound business-like. But his voice was husky with lust, and he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate properly with you looking so sexy in that lingerie.

Wilbur's eyes followed you as you stretched, admiring the way your lingerie hugged your curves. He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of desire as he watched you move, and he was finding it hard to focus on work.

When you asked if he wanted anything, he shook his head, his eyes still glued to your body.

"No, thanks," he said, his voice low and husky. "But maybe you could come and sit on my lap for a little while?" He patted the space next to him, his eyes dancing with mischief.

He knew that if you came over, it would be hard to resist touching and teasing each other. But he was willing to take the risk for the chance to feel your body against him again.

As you hopped onto his lap, Wilbur groaned softly at the feel of your body grinding against his cock. He put his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.

"Work? What work?" he chuckled, his hands roaming down to your ass and giving it a playful squeeze. "All I can think about is you right now."

He nuzzled against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he pressed hot, urgent kisses against your skin. His cock was growing harder by the second, and he knew he wouldn't be able to resist you for much longer.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmured between kisses. "I want you so bad right now, darling."

With your back flush against his chest, you directed his hands down your shorts to feel how wet you were, then to his mouth to taste. Wilbur moaned softly as you pressed his hand against your wet shorts, feeling the slickness between your legs. He eagerly complied as you directed him to taste your sweet juices on his fingers, moaning in appreciation of your taste. “What a shame you have so much work to do then…” you sighed and dismounted him.

When you pulled away and headed downstairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and desire. He wanted to follow you down there and take you right there in the kitchen, but he knew he couldn't neglect his work.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, trying to focus on the laptop in front of him. But all he could think about was the way your body felt against his, and the taste of you still lingering on his tongue.

He made a mental note to hurry up with his work so he could have you all to himself again.

You made two cups of coffee while downstairs, admiring the wet patch he had caused.

When you returned to the room, you found that Wilbur had managed to concentrate enough on his work. He looked up as you walked in, a mix of relief and longing flashing across his features.

"Thanks for the coffee," he said, giving you a small smile before quickly returning his attention to the laptop.

He knew that if he kept getting distracted by you like this, it would be impossible to get anything done.

Once the drink had cooled a little, you decided to have some more fun. “Oh no, I’ve dropped some coffee down my shirt”

As you spilled the coffee on yourself, Wilbur's eyes widened in delight at the sight of you removing your shirt, revealing your lacy black bra to him. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants as he watched you undress in front of him.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure as he turned back to the laptop.

"Uh, do you need a towel or something?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. "I don't want you to get cold."

But even as he spoke, his eyes couldn't help but wander back to your body, imagining all the ways he could make you moan with pleasure.

“I’m okay. I don’t need anything. How close are you to finishing your work?

Wilbur shifted in his seat, trying to focus on the laptop screen and not the sight of your half-naked body in front of him. He took a deep breath and turned to face you, struggling to keep his voice even as he spoke.

"I'm almost done," he said, forcing his gaze away from your chest. "Just a few more minutes."

He leaned back in his chair, hoping that the extra distance would help him resist the urge to reach out and touch you. But he knew that the longer he spent in your presence, the harder it would be to hold back.

"Is there anything I can help you with while I finish up?" he added, trying to distract himself from the way your body seemed to be calling out to him.

“Yeah actually. If I sent you a video could you just let me know what you think?” You sent him the shower video from earlier.

As you sent him the video, Wilbur felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of watching you pleasure yourself in the shower. He couldn't help but feel a sense of desire as his mind filled with images of your wet body, your hair clinging to your forehead as you moaned in ecstasy.

He clicked on the video, his breath hitching in anticipation as he watched you writhe in pleasure, the vibrator working furiously between your legs. You looked absolutely divine as you came again and again, each orgasm leaving you more flushed and gasping for breath.

When the video finally ended, Wilbur realized with a start that he was practically panting. He stared at the screen, swallowing hard as he tried to get a grip on himself.

"You...you looked amazing," he said. “Get here right now”

As you straddled Wilbur's lap, he couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure. He felt his cock twitching in its confines as he eagerly cupped your wet pussy with his hands, feeling your slickness coat his fingers.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the nape of your neck as he breathed in the tantalizing scent of your arousal.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I want to taste you, hear you moan my name."

He nipped at your earlobe, tracing his tongue over it before trailing a path of kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

"I want you so badly," he whispered, his fingers teasing your clit as he ground his hips against yours.

You moan deeply at his touch. “You’re going to have to work hard after making me wait all day”

Wilbur chuckled darkly, enjoying the way your body squirmed against his fingers. He was already more than eager to make up for lost time, his cock straining against his pants as he ground it against your ass.

"I'll do whatever it takes," he promised, his fingers slipping lower to dip into your wetness. "I want to make you come so hard that you forget everything else but me."

He trailed his lips over your shoulder, sucking gently at the sensitive skin as he continued to work his fingers inside of you. With each passing moment, he felt the tension in your body growing tighter, edging you closer and closer to the brink.

"I want to hear you scream," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "I want you to beg me for more."

[wilbursmutbot]

Sunday Morning

WilburxFemaleReader

Smut beneath the cut

You lean across the table, kissing Wilbur lovingly while cupping the side of his face. "I missed you," you whisper against his lips. He’d been away too long.

He returns the kiss with equal fervour before releasing you. "I missed you too," he says with a smile.

You break apart and stand up, announcing that you'll make breakfast for both of you. You head to the fridge and bend over, searching the shelves for ingredients. Your tiny pyjama shorts ride up, exposing more of your legs.

You can feel Wilbur's eyes on you. You know that the way you're dressed is provocative, but you don't care.

"Anything you want in particular?" you ask him, trying to keep your voice casual despite the heat crawling up your cheeks.

“Keep looking. You’ll think of something” he smirks.

Alright," you reply, trying to ignore the fact that Wilbur is now standing so close behind you. You continue to search through the fridge for ingredients, feeling his breath on your neck.

As you stand up, your ass grazes his crotch and you hear him let out a soft moan. You can feel the heat rising between your bodies, and you turn around to face him.

He runs his fingers up and down your arms, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. "You look so damn sexy right now," he says huskily. "I can barely keep my hands off you."

You feel your heart racing at his words, and you can't help but feel aroused by his touch.

You wrap your arms around Wilbur's neck, your heart racing with anticipation. He lifts you up easily and places you on the kitchen countertop, your feet dangling. You feel a jolt of excitement run through you at the thought of what might happen next.

Wilbur stands between your legs and runs a finger slowly up and down your thigh, teasing you with his touch. You can feel his eyes burning with desire, and your body responds automatically to his touch.

"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You nod eagerly, unable to form words. You want him so badly, and you can't wait to see what other delicious things he has in mind.

He moves closer to you and kisses your hipbone softly, his lips leaving a trail of sweet heat.

You let out a quiet gasp at the sensation, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You look down at him, your eyes dark with desire. He grins up at you and moves his lips back up your body, pressing kisses against your skin with an almost reverent touch.

He kisses his way up your stomach, his lips trailing hot breath along your skin. As he reaches your chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it lightly before moving to the other one.

You moan softly, arching your back against the counter as he continues to tease and pleasure you. His hands roam over your body, caressing every inch of skin before making his way down to the hem of your shorts. He slides them off with ease and stands back up, taking in your naked form with a look of admiration. "You're beautiful," he says, running his fingers through your hair.

You feel yourself blushing at the compliment, but you also feel a sense of empowerment knowing that he desires you in this way. You lean up and kiss him tenderly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

As the kiss deepens, he slowly lowers himself down to his knees in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs.

You feel Wilbur's lips gently planting feather-light kisses on your skin. You close your eyes and inhale deeply as his hands move further up.

His thumb begins to circle your clit, slowly at first but then with increasing intensity. You gasp, feeling your body responding to his touch. His fingers feel incredible, and you find yourself quickly losing control.

Your hips buck as he continues to stimulate you and you wrap your fingers tightly around his hair, pulling him closer. He groans at the sensation, encouraging you to keep going.

You feel the pleasure building inside of you, growing stronger with every touch. You moan and writhe beneath his touch. “You’re so wet” he moans against your folds.

You whimper in frustration as Wilbur stops just before you can climax. Your body feels like it's on fire, you look down at him pleadingly.

Without a word, Wilbur pulls his cock out and positions it against your entrance. He rubs it gently up and down, teasing you with his touch. You feel a shiver as his hard length brushes against your sensitive skin.

"Please," you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Wilbur grins down at you, his eyes dark with want. "Patience, love," he murmurs, pushing slowly into you.

You gasp at the sensation, feeling him fill you completely. He starts to move in a steady rhythm, his thrusts slow and deep. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer to you.

you feel his lips on your neck. He begins to nip at your skin, leaving small marks behind as he bites down.

You moan softly at the sensation, arching your neck and giving him better access. His bites grow harder as he moves inside of you.

He pulls out slightly and licks at the marks he's left, his tongue tracing over the sensitive skin. You feel yourself getting lost in the sensations as he continues to kiss and nibble at your neck, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

You wrap your arms tightly around him, digging your nails into his skin as he moves faster and harder inside of you. Every time he thrusts deep you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body humming with anticipation.

"Wilbur," you moan, your voice thick with desire. "Please... don't stop."

He grins and picks up the pace, your breath is coming in short gasps and you're moaning loudly as the pleasure takes over your body.

He reaches his hand down to rub at your clit, adding to the sensations wracking your body. The pressure builds, and you can feel the release getting closer and closer.

And then it happens. You feel the pressure inside you break, and you cum with a cry. You arch your hips up off the counter, pulling Wilbur closer.

As you cum, you feel your juices spilling out around him. The pleasure continues to ripple through you, leaving you gasping for breath.

As you fall back onto the counter, panting and gasping, Wilbur doesn't stop. He continues to fuck you, his thrusts growing harder and faster. You feel his cock hitting deep inside of you, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You can sense that he is close to his own orgasm, and you want nothing more than to feel him cum inside of you. You wrap your legs tightly around him, urging him on with your body.

He groans and moves faster, his hips slamming against yours. You feel the warmth building deep in your belly once again, and you know that you're going to cum again soon.

"Wilbur," you moan, "please..."

And then he does. With a final thrust, you feel him come inside of you, his hot seed spilling deep inside of you.

With Wilbur still inside of you, he starts lazily grinding his hips into yours, rubbing against your oversensitive clit. You moan out loud, still feeling the intense pleasure of his orgasm and your own.

As he rocks his hips against you, you feel the pressure slowly building once again deep within you. It feels like a slow-burning fire, radiating out from your core and filling every inch of your body.

You whimper and squirm as he continues to tease you, the pleasure building and building until you're on the edge of another orgasm. You cry out loudly as he hits just the right spot once again, and then you're cumming hard around him.

Your body tenses up as the waves of pleasure wash through you, and you grip onto Wilbur tightly, holding him inside of you.

As your orgasm subsides, Wilbur pulls you close to him, holding you tightly against his chest. He leans down to kiss you softly, a gentle contrast to your lovemaking just moments before.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern etched across his face.

You nod, feeling a sense of safety and security in his strong arms. "Yeah," you say softly. "Thank you."

He smiles and strokes your hair, and you feel yourself start to relax as he takes care of you. The afterglow of your intense pleasure slowly fades into contentment as you bask in the warmth of his embrace.

"You're amazing," he murmurs against your hair, and you feel a surge of affection for him. You tilt your head back to look up at him, feeling a sense of intimacy that's hard to put into words.