mcyt oneshots

mirror

tw:
clothed smut, mirror kink, cussing

a/n:
just a totally normal day yeah

charlie and wilbur are already dating in this ^^
(they're also clothed the whole time lmao)

(non!dsmp)

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it was a boring afternoon.

charlie was just washing dishes as there was nothing else to do. wilbur installed a mirror the other day, in front of the sink for some reason?

there's not much need for a mirror in front of the kitchen sink.

wilbur walked over to charlie leaning over the sink. "what're ya up to?" he said. charlie just laughed, "what do you think i'm doing babe?" he said, holding up a dish.

"okay smart ass-" wilbur replied, laughing. "hey i've been needing to ask you," charlie said, cutting him off. he lifted up his hand to turn off the sink.

"why'd you install a mirror in front of the sink?"

wilbur glared at him.

"well?" charlie continued. he turned around to face wilbur. his face was red, and began to show an unknown emotion he couldn't explain.

"do you really want me to show you?"

charlie sighed, as he looked back at the dishes in his hand. "yes wilbur, it's a fucking mirror what is so bad abo-"

wilbur clung to him, wrapping his arms around his stomach and pressing his crotch behind charlie. charlie gasped as his head fell to look at the sink.

he dropped the glass dish that was in his hand and it made a noise, not shattering luckily. charlie was bent over the sink on the verge of slipping, because of the soap water on the sinks' edge.

"sh- shit wilbur i'm trying to- nGHhh-"

drool started to slip out of his mouth as he tried to talk. "whH- What does this have to do with the mirror??" wilbur removed his hands from charlie's stomach and moved them to his waist.

"well, look up."

charlie looked up towards the mirror as wilbur thrusted once again. he watched himself in the mirror as his mouth opened to moan. wilbur's face turned to a grin as he watched how overstimulated charlie got.

"you're so pretty, did you know that?"

charlie weakly smiled as his head fell back down to face the sink. he watched as drool fell into the dish-filled sink. wilbur watched as his face changed in the mirror.

wilbur smiled and continued slowly thrusting.

this went on for about 10 minutes.

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"shit.." wilbur groaned, "mmh." charlie kept whining as he started to feel weird, he could feel a knot forming in his stomach. he looked up at the mirror once again.

wilbur could feel he was about to cum so he start thrusting faster. this made charlie goes crazy.

"wil..wilbur- fuck...sh- shIT! i'm gonna-"

wilbur backed up as a wet spot formed in his pants. he stepped away from charlie for a second. "..fuck." he said as he wiped some sweat from his forehead.

charlie dropped to the floor out of exhaustion.

"holy..god why are you good at that?" charlie sighed, looking up at wilbur. "so does this count as me losing my virginity?"

"i think so," wilbur replied. he walked over to charlie to help him up. charlie breathed heavily, his face felt hot.

"fuck you, you're finishing the rest of the dishes."

wilbur only smirked, "will do, pretty boy."

"i will get revenge somehow," charlie snarled,

"oh please i dare you."

a/n:
so proud of this honestly