| Schlattbur Oneshots |

hurry

y'all really like smut jesus-

"really? here, n-now?", schlatt stared at wilbur in disbelief.

"well.. fine, just.. we've got to hurry up though and get back out there", schlatt muttered.

it was wilbur and schlatt's first time meeting up, they were at sneegsnag's wedding and wilbur couldn't help himself and thought to bring schlatt with.

and now here they were, in a bathroom stall, about to fuck at someone else's wedding.

wilbur stepped forward, pushing schlatt against the wall of the stall, picking him up and pinning him against it. he began undoing schlatt's pants and his own, dropping them to the floor.

wilbur dragged a finger down schlatt's lips, slightly pulling on the bottom one when he stopped on it.

"you're gonna have to suck, can you do that for me princess?", wilbur asked sweetly. schlatt rolled his eyes.

"don't call me that stupid fucking pet name, brit", schlatt retorted before taking wilbur's fingers into his mouth.

wilbur just smiled, watching schlatt basically suck off his fingers made him think about how he would take his dick. and that image just aroused wilbur even more.

"let go", wilbur gently commanded after a few minutes, reaching down to rim schlatt's hole before pushing two in. schlatt let out a moan and then immediately covered his mouth as if surprised.

wilbur took his hand away from his face. "don't cover your mouth, i like those pretty sounds you make. just not too loud baby", he said, beginning to stretch out schlatt.

he leaned forwards a bit and started sucking on schlatt's neck, unbuttoning a little bit of his dress shirt to be able to access his collarbone. the quiet whimpers schlatt made turned wilbur on so much. and when he would bite down, schlatt tried so hard to stay contained.

soon, wilbur pulled out his fingers, making schlatt whine at the sudden loss of contact. he was confused when wilbur put him down until he felt himself get pushed to his knees.

"we've got no lube love, so you'll have to suck me so it's not too painful", wilbur said, putting a hand on the back of schlatt's head and nudging him towards wilbur's exposed dick.

schlatt hesitated. and slowly took wilbur's length into his mouth. he reached a hand up to pump the base, licking and sucking just the tip before removing his hand and attempting to deepthroat wilbur.

surprisingly, he didn't gag. he took it very well. wilbur groaned and pushed schlatt's head closer.

"ugh~ such a good boy, such a little whore for me-", wilbur muttered, eyes fluttering back.

schlatt bobbed his head, continuing to suck his newfound lover off.

"schlatt.. i'm c-close", wilbur said, a knot in his stomach tightening. he soon came in schlatt's mouth, pulling schlatt's needy mouth off of his dick.

"swallow, don't spit sweetheart", wilbur said, roughly grabbing schlatt's hair and pulling his face up to his. schlatt moaned, loving the dull ache it left behind.

"huh, didn't know you were that much of a slut", wilbur chuckled at his discovery.

"i wonder what other kind of freaky shit you're into."

wilbur picked schlatt back up, lining himself up with the shorter and pushing in, absolutely livid from schlatt's sounds.

his noises were intoxicating, wilbur was drinking them in like alcohol, quickly getting drunk on his moans. his thrusts started to get faster, and schlatt bit down on his finger, while his other arm snaked behind wilbur and grabbed his back for support, scratching it.

his nails were dug in so deep, wilbur was sure to have been bleeding even through his shirt.

"w-wilBur~ close!-", schlatt shouted, unable to contain his feminine moans and loud whines. wilbur began to feel the familiar knot in his stomach as he had felt earlier, and his thrusts became sloppier, somehow managing to hit schlatt's prostate.

"riGht theRe!~ oH~", schlatt basically screamed, wilbur attempting to speed up a bit even despite being extremely close to his climax.

after about a minute of wilbur pounding and abusing the shit out of schlatt's prostate, schlatt came with a loud, sluttish moan, dirtying the two's suits.

wilbur came soon after him, panting, his exhaustion catching up with him along with the ache in his arms from holding schlatt up for so long during such an eventful moment.

wilbur set schlatt on the floor gently and unlocked the stall, wetting a few paper towels and cleaned himself off before getting more and cleaning schlatt.

wilbur took both his and schlatt's black over vest and tried to fold them on top of each other so no one would noticed the painfully obvious stain.

and no one did. when wilbur and schlatt came out to the party again, no one had any clue of what they had just done.

why am i writing smut at 4:00 am i have a busy day today i need to go to bed

but anyways, why is it so much easier to write smut than normal shit? like , huh??

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