sootcest... stuff?! [MOSTLY SMUT]

P2- short sootcest smut for the soul

I was very bored so have this. It will be remarkably short.

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This will contain:
L' m a n b u r . (He scares me idk why I have l'manphobia)
Masturbation??
fingering 😈😈😈
uhh idk

L'manbur gets bored. Things escalate very quickly.

(Also, technically this isn't sootcest since it is just a L'manbur solo but I don't give a shit so)
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As L'manbur finished his last sheet of paperwork, he let out a long sigh of relief. It had been so long since he had any time to himself. He hadn't realised how much all this was controlling his life. He could finally relax.

Spinning so his back was to his desk with his spinny-chair, he got up, had a quick stretch and-

What the hell was L'manbur supposed to do.

Now his paperwork was done for the day he felt... happy, of course, but also felt like he had no purpose. He felt
aimless.

He soon found himself desperately trying to find something practical to do.

Bursting into the living room, frantically questioning all of the other Wilburs if they had something, anything L'manbur could do.

Of course, just his luck- they all said no.

He freaked Simpbur the fuck out.
He made Ghostbur cry.
He made Phantombur slowly back away in uncomfortableness.
He made Rev distance himself from L'manbur every time they were near each other.
He made Pogbur give him an incredibly disgusted look.
He scared the shit out of ARGbur.

He was going mad.

Soon enough he found himself laying on his bed, devoid of any emotion.

Work made L'manbur happy.

No work.
No happy.

It stayed like this for what felt like hours. Long, painful "hours."

In reality it was just one hour. Still a lot, but rather little.

Splayed out in the starfish position on his bed he must've remade to perfection at least 50 times, L'manbur's boredom soon twisted into...other emotions.

His longing for something practical to do soon became a longing for pleasure.

He wasn't sure how. But all this prolonged nothing was seeming to become something of lust.

After a few minutes of simply hoping the unfamiliar feeling would go away by itself, L'manbur realised that
it wasn't going to be that easy.

His hand slowly trailing toward his crotch, L'manbur rubbed himself through the white fabric of his trousers.
He threw his head back onto the soft pillow. God, this was good. Why didn't he do shit like this more?
L'manbur's breath was shaky, he let out
wobbly gasps as he rubbed himself faster.

It was only getting better.

He had to cover his mouth with his arm, if he got any louder without being muffled then someone would surely hear.

After a few more wonderful minutes of pleasure, L'manbur decided that he wanted even more. Just palming himself through his boxers wasn't going to continue to satisfy him for much longer.

Pulling down his trousers and boxers in one go, L'manbur slipped his fingers into his own mouth and sucked the digits, coating them in his saliva.

Once he decided they were wet enough,
he placed a finger at his entrance and slowly pushed in, savouring the feeling of himself.

Slowly thrusting in and out of his hole, he let out long, loud moans as he fucked himself.

"More..." he moaned into his sleeve.
L'manbur added a second finger, curling them. He was moaning even louder now, his fingers brushing his prostate.
He rubbed the spot, letting out an even louder cry as he did so.
Adding a third finger and curling them once more, L'manbur felt himself growing closer and closer to coming.

As soon as the feeling began, he chased the longing to release. He had to have that feeling. It'd been so long.

Thrusting even faster as he felt himself grow closer. He wanted that feeling. L'manbur needed to cum.

At least two minutes of fucking himself with three fingers, and still nothing. Just as L'manbur began to think maybe he wasn't going to cum, he just managed to stroke his prostate in just the right way and L'manbur was finally cumming.

He practically screamed as he came, not having felt the wonders of a orgasm in a long fucking time.

L'manbur felt drained after he finished.
Again he felt aimless, but in a good way, almost?

Once he had the strength, L'manbur got up and turned the TV on, then left it to play as he went to go shower.

As he undressed, he couldn't help but think about how... satisfying that whole thing was. He could barely remember his last time. Which was shocking, but he was definitely going to do more of this sexual stuff. Now he knew why Ghostbur and Rev were so obsessed with it.

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{Time jump because I don't feel like doing aftercare rn especially cause it's just one person- it's easier with two people -moth}

After his shower, L'manbur stepped out of the bathroom and contemplated laying down and having a sleep. But L'manbur decided he didn't want to sleep just yet, strangely enough for L'manbur and so he stepped into the living room, chatting with the other Wilburs as if nothing had happened.
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(Okay, so this whole story was labelled as "short" from the beginning but I don't think that was could be considered short...it was 907 words ffs. Whatever happened to "remarkably short", huh? I guess I just can't write short shit.