Dsmp x reader smut

Can he fuck you this good?

Credit to orphan_account

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It's been a while since I've seen Jackson, my highschool classmate and a good friend of mine. I'm grinning ear to ear as he walks over to me and we embrace. I'm even tearing up a little. I wrap my arms around him and lean into his warmth, positively squealing with joy.
"You've grown so much taller!" Iaugh, giddy from the previous excitement when I had realised Jackson was in the same party and house that I am."And you don't smell anymore."
Jackson laughs as he pats me on the head.
"Fuck you." he chuckles. "I've always smelled amazing."
"I beg to differ!"
We pull away and look up and down at each other. He is wearing a green soft woolly sweater and dark blue jeans like the drab unfashionable dweeb that he is. And he certainly grew so much taller and more attractive. I'm wondering whether he has a girlfriend when he speaks up again.
"Who invited you?"
"Oh, there's this one girl..." we begin to talk and I find myself really enjoying his company. His personality has barely changed since he was a kid and we're having a really good time catching up on the big leather couch, joking and laughing away when I see a familiar figure from the corner of my eye.
Wilbur, my boyfriend, is talking to someone. He leans on the doorframe to the kitchen and holding a red solo cup. Although he is deep in conversation with someone else, he's looking at our direction.
I see him staring at us and our eyes lock on each other. His face is indicernible as he takes a sip from his cup, moving his arm side to side as he sloshes the liquid inside. I feel a little uneasy as he waves goodbye to the guy he is chatting with and walks up to us.
"Let's go."
He nudges me slightly on my arm and I falter mid sentence. Jackson turns to look at Wilbur questioningly.
"You are?" he asks.
"I'm her boyfriend. Did she not tell you?"
The atmosphere has gone all tense. I peek at Wilbur nervously and see that he has a fake wide grin on his face. He is acting too friendly. Way too friendly.
"N-no," Jackson splutters. "I didn't expect you to be in a relationship..."
"Oh, that's okay," Wilbur says with an airy laugh. His eyes are burning bright though.
He grabs my arm and I wince from how tightly he is gripping me. He waves goodbye to Jackson and he casts a worried glance towards me and I mouth a "sorry" to him as Wilbur drags me away.
He takes me to an empty bedroom and tightly shuts the door, locking it behind him. He turns to me.
"Who's he?" he says, smarting. His fingers firmly holding me in place.
I stutter a little as I speak. "J-Jackson's my childhood friend, we used to be really c-close."
"Oh yeah?" he laughs. It is so obvious that he's really trying to keep his cool. "Then why did you hug him like that? And tell him you were single?"
"I didn't tell him, he just guessed!" I protest, but Wilbur is having none of that. Using his hands on my shoulders, He pushes me onto the bed so that I'm now trapped below him and his knees are on the side of my hips.
His dark brown hair falls into his face as he reaches forward and kisses me, one hand on the side of my face and the other in my hair. The kiss is rough but passionate and as he tugs on my hair, I moan into the kiss and he takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in. Arousal pools at the pit of my stomach as we make out.
When he pulls away we're both panting madly, out of breath. Wilbur smirks at me as he tugs my hair and without much thought I moan again.
"Can Jackson make you feel like this? Can he kiss you this good, huh?" he pants. "Answer me." he snarls, pulling my hair harder.
At this point I've been reduced to a mess. I'm confused and crying in pain but I hurriedly shake my head and he smiles almost madly.
"Good girl." he leans forward to suck hickies into the sensitive skin on my neck. I can feel him smiling into my neck when I cry out in pleasure as he's found the spot. I'm squirming around from the uncomfortable wetness that has formed in my pants from all the kissing and Wilbur holds me down.
He moves down, his lips brushing against my collarbone. An arm slips under my shirt and I let him undress me fully. He takes off his own clothes and I watch as his muscles on his arm ripple when he removes his boxers.
"Elbows and knees on the bed," he orders, and I comply. I moan his name as he brings one hand down across my ass. Wilbur just laughs again.
"Is Jackson able to see you like this, huh? No?"
I open my mouth to respond, but he slips one finger, slender and long, into my cunt. I cry out and try to respond, but at this point I'm too choked with tears to speak properly. My knees weaken as he strokes my insides, dragging his fingers against my walls.
"I'm-I'm sorry!" I manage to cry out.
"What are you sorry about?" he demands.
When I fail to respond in time, Will curls his fingers, hitting that one sweet spot inside of me that no one else is able to. I stuff my face in between the pillows, moaning into them.
One finger gradually turns to two and then three.
"Can Jackson finger you this good? Huh? Gosh, you're such a slut."
He angles his fingers and thrusts hard into my cunt, aiming for my gspot. I'm shaking like a leaf as he fingers and preps me. By the time he finally pulls out his fingers I'm begging for his cock.
"You've got to beg harder for it. See, I don't think a whore like you deserves to be fucked." Wilbur says with a smug note to his voice. I whimper in frustration and tried grinding back on his fingers, desperate for some friction, but he just laughs at me and slaps my ass again.
"Please, Wil. I'll do anything for your cock." I plead.
"What are you?"
"I...I'm a cockslut, nothing but a fucktoy for you. Only you." I whimper, my face burning with embarrassment. Wilbur groans quietly and I can feel his erection growing pressed against my cunt. He rubs against it with his length and my clit twitches with need.
He slams his cock into me, burying it deep within me. I scream out his name as he starts pounding into me, his hands holding my hips painfully as he fucks me.
"Who do you belong to?" Wilbur demands, one hand pressing firmly around my neck. He presses harder and I weakly choke out, "You, Daddy."
"I can't hear you." he says, thrusting into me and hitting against my gspot. Pleasure shoots up my body.
"It's you. You!" I cry out as he chokes me harder.
"Good girl. Can Jackson fuck you this good? Hmm?" Wilbur demands, in between harsh thrusts, his fingers running down my ass.
"No--hnggh--" I moan as he fucks me into the mattress. My fingers desperately dig into the sheets under us as my eyes roll back uncontrollably. I squirm around and he slaps my ass again, leaving a burning red imprint behind.
"Man, you're such a pathetic fucking slut. Gonna breed you so full of my cum." Wilbur snarls.
My body shivers and I whimper at the thought, as his cock drags against my walls. At this point I've been reduced to a fucking mess. My mind feels so foggy and all I can think about is how I'm whoring myself out on Wilbur's dick.
"Mine," Wilbur moans as he fucks me open. He slips one hand into my hair again and pulls at it, and that sends me over the edge. Pressure starts rapidly building in the pit of my stomach and I'm begging Wilbur to let me cum.
"Go ahead. Do it, slut."
I come, shaking and screaming his name. My knees give out from under me but he holds me up to continue fucking into me. Tears build at the corners of my eyes from the overstimulation.
Quiet pants and moans from Wilbur slowly starts getting louder, and I can tell he's about to come too. He pulls out and flips me onto my back as he jerks off over me, his hands sliding up and down his length which is slick from my wetness. His eyes roaming all over my body.
He moans, throwing his head back as strings of cum shoot out from his dick, covering my face and the most of my tits in his seed. I stick out my tongue to catch some of his cum and he moans again.
"Gosh, the things you do to me..." Wilbur mutters as he slumps down beside me in exhaustion, his eyes fluttering shut. "You've better learnt your lesson today."