and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

the start of something new

you turn over in your bed, eyes still closed and feeling warmer than you've felt before. and before you could realize it, somebody's arms are wrapped around you, tight and squeezing, as if checking to see if you were still there.

"wilbur?" you murmur into your pillow, and he hums as he tucks his head in between your neck and shoulder, nose pressed against your skin. it tickles.

the night before came back like a semi-truck, seeing him again, reuniting with him, and taking him home to make up for lost time.

your wrists pinned to the wall above your head as he hung his head low, nipping and biting the skin around your neck, and by morning, you'd have a beautiful array of bruises that you'd never cover up. you try to bite your moans back, head against the wall as your hips buck up to meet his, and the two of you groan.

when he seems satisfied by his work, his large hands come up to hold you still by the neck, kissing you until you let out a little gasp, breathing heavy into his mouth as he bends down, hands trailing down your body and squeezing at your waist, your own hands coming up to grasp at the back of his neck, pulling him closer and closer.

he pulls away finally, pressing forehead and nose together as he pants, eyes fluttering between open and closed as the both of you try to regulate your breathing, and he steals it away once more when he smiles.

"you're so beautiful," your breath catches in your throat, and you have to press on his chest, and when he's confused you take hold of his tie again and lead him to your bedroom. he's smart enough to kick it behind him and you get your turn to press him against the wall, kissing the fuck out of him. hands reaching up to tug on his hair, hands trailing down his neck to his shoulders, down his arms and his hands come meet yours, interlocking them together.

you gasp against his mouth before letting up, leaning your head against his chest, hearing his heart pound wildly. "fuck," he muttered, hands letting go of your own to pull your shoulders close to him, hugging you tight. as much as he wants to lay you in your bed and beg for forgiveness, worship on his knees and his name falling from your lips, he wants to just hold you.

like it's been said before, it's been a long time and he's going to make up for it.

and that's what he did. after the two of you had your sweet moment, the both of you rushed to undress and he made quick but right prep for you, stretching you with his long and cold fingers, kissing the skin of your collarbone, soaking all of the noises you let out.

"that's it, you take me so well, darling." and with those words, you couldn't help but reaching up and squeezing at the metal bars from your headboard, and your eyes squeeze shut as he slowly fucks you through an orgasm, his hot breath on your skin sending your head dizzy. "go on, cum, cum for me baby," he says and your whole body tenses, and he keeps moving his fingers, in and out even when you whine for him.

"need you inside me," you paw at his shoulders, and he nods, and when your head is clear enough, you tell him it's the first drawer, and after he's rolled a condom down on his cock, your legs spread for him.

you wait for him to slide in, make your head spin, but he doesn't. he sits there on his knees and stares at you with half-lidded eyes, tongue slipping out to wet his lips. squeezing your thighs and kneading them. "what're ya waiting for?" you murmur, burning shy and turning your head away from his intense stare.