AMARANTHINE [streamers × reader]

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TW!!!! SMUT!!!!!!!!!!

I smile at Dream and George as I pass them on my way down the hall, approaching my bedroom. I can still feel Wil's presence behind me as I twist the knob of my bedroom door until it clicks open, the door swinging smoothly on its hinges, letting us both into my room.

"Are you alright?" Wil asks, closing the door behind him with a clean, quiet thud. All the while I've flopped back onto my soft covers, it feels like I haven't spent much time in here recently, compared to how I used to practically live in here.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? Meeting your audience went perfectly, and they're very lovely. I'm just a tad tired, your chat is exhausting to tend to," I tease him sarcastically, sitting up to lock my arms around him as soon as he grows near enough. He chuckles, at my complaint, my actions, or both? I am unsure, but I like the sound of his voice and his chuckles are rather attractive, so I don't mind one bit.

"Do you think so?" Wilbur slowly lowers his knee onto the bedsheets, just between my legs. He rests some of his weight, making the squishy mattress sink under him, also making me shift as I fall forwards onto his leg, applying an arousing pressure onto my crotch.

Taken aback, I retract my hold around him to instead grip his thigh in an attempt to steady myself, a frustrated scowl finding its way to my face at the teasing friction I feel whenever Wil moves ever so slightly. He stays silent as he brushes my hair from my face.

"D-did you do that on purpose?" I muster through my sexual discomfort. Wil releases the pressure when he takes me underneath the arms and shifts me further up onto the bed.

"Maybe," He grins, lifting his other knee onto the bed too, continuing his approach until he hovers right above me.

"Is that okay with you, mon amour?" He utters, teasing my lips with his teeth. I manage a nod through my restless yearning, can't he hurry up and get on with it? This teasing is irritating.

"I need your word, Y/n," He clarifies.

I scowl, "Y-yes!" I exclaim, my cheeks burning with desire.

"Shh shh," Wil shushes endearingly, catching my lips with his, immediately he deepens it, and I swear it wasn't even me. When his access is requested, it's immediately obliged as his tongue hungrily explores my mouth, dancing with my own. 

Wil soon grows more eager, his breaths growing more rapid, more restless. It gets to the point where the kiss grows sloppy and rushed. I feel as he reluctantly retracts, and I immediately chase my breath, struggling to regain my pattern, as I lose my knuckle-whitening grip on the duvet underneath me. Wilbur suffers the same situation, but he catches his breath much quicker. I'm still recovering by the time he leans down and peppers kisses all over my face, each one as light and warm as a sneaky sunbeam creeping through the blinds on a summer morning.

When I regain my composure, it doesn't take long for Wil's lips to find mine again, this time slow, yet thorough, and comfortingly careful.

"Good god..." He murmurs against my skin, "Y/n you are otherworldly."

I push him off of me and onto his back, not wasting any time to climb over him instead, placing a single slow kiss upon his lips.

"How is it that you can be so sweet, yet so dirty all at once?" I ask hoarsely.

He leans up slightly to return a short, sweet kiss before replying, "I could ask you the same thing."

I cup his head, giving into a long kiss once more before I steer off the trail, my lips smudging a trail along his soft, warm skin. I get lost in his scent, tangling my fingers in the shorter area of curls on the back of his neck. I leave marks down his jawline, down his neck, feeling his Adam's apple bob as he swallows his spit. Freeing one hand, I use it to fiddle with his shirt buttons, undoing them subconsciously as I explore the expansive canvas of skin on his neck.