MCYT oneshots

self recreation *no ship* [[4]] SMUT

based on the one bit from "your new boyfriend" where Wilbur pulls his hair and it looks kinda sis
just our boy Wilby jerking off lmao-
Word count: 668
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seen im referencing
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While filming for his newest song "Your new boyfriend" he'd accidentally pulled his hair slightly too hard. 

Wilbur let out a soft, barely audible moan as his eyes rolled back slightly and his jaw fell open. It seemed the cameraman hadn't heard it or he chose to say nothing of it. 

Wilbur felt his pants tightening uncomfortably as his dick grew harder at the thought of a partner pulling his hair, he dreamed of having a partner to shove him against the wall and kiss him roughly. He wanted them to have power over him, he wanted to submit to them. He wanted someone to pull his hair, pull it so hard his scalp ached for days and those following days all he could think about was that moment.  God did he want that. 

He quickly snapped out of it, feeling the uncomfortable pressure in his pants as they felt too tight. Fuck. He had to deal with it and soon, it was starting to be painful. He whined softly, panting slightly. 

He quickly excused himself saying something along the lines of: "I'll record the rest later" and leaving the office.

He found himself seated in his car, trousers unbuttoned as he tried to stay focused while driving back to his flat. Fuck. He couldn't do it. Pulling off to the side of the road and putting his car in park and shutting it off.

His left hand quickly shoved itself in his pants, not quite breathing his boxers yet. He lightly stroked the outline of his cock through the thin layer of fabric. He squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back against the headrest, he was finally getting some relief. 

Being unable to handle the sexual frustration anymore he roughly shoved his hand into his boxers and grasped his dick roughly. He started stroking himself hastily, trying to get off quicker. His right hand had made its way up to the back of his head, threading his finger through his hair and yanking roughly. He moaned loudly, feeling closer than before. He stroked himself faster and rougher, it wasn't enough though, he needed more. He pulled his hair roughly again, his backed arched and his hips bucked up into his fist.

It still wasn't enough. He needed more. 

His right hand untangled itself from his hair and slipped into his boxers as well. He kicked off his pants and shoved his boxers down his thighs, still pumping his cock roughly. He right hand went further down, towards his ass. He propped his knees up and spread his legs. He slowly inserted one finger into his hole, moaning loudly as he slowly pumped it in and out.

He inserted another finger, scissoring them and pumping them more harshly. He curled the two fingers, searching for his prostate. He sharply inhaled as his fingers brushed over the bulbous nerve. He quickly pulled the two out, adding a third and pushing back in roughly. He located his prostate once more and massaged his fingers over it. He groaned as he attempted to spread his legs more, his back arched higher as he pumped his dick harder and faster.

He moaned loudly, feeling close, he started thrusting faster and rougher. His hips shutters forwards he came in ropes across his clothes chest.

He grimaced slightly looking at the cum that covered bits of his shirt. That's going to be fun to explain to his flatmate. He pulled off his shirt and pulled back on his trousers and boxers. He put his car in drive and pulled back on to the main road, heading back to his flat.

 ngl i had fun writing this (even though wattoad decided to delete it 3 times) sorry if this is dry i rarely write smut. im also asexual