Dream seemed to be everywhere at once. His hands were on your legs, stroking up and down your inner thighs in a soothing motion, his lips were barely grazing against your neck and his teeth occasionally bit down on your throat, sucking a bruise into the sensitive area.

You weren't quite sure anymore how exactly this had started, your mind was already feeling foggy from pleasure, and you both had barely even started doing anything. Apparently, Dream had noticed just how riled up you already were as well - a smirk spread out over his lips, mischievous and teasing.

“Look at you, you're so sweet”, he cooed, his voice low as he continued to rub his palms over your spread thighs. “I barely even touched you and you're already all hot and bothered, angel. You sure you'll be able to handle me?”

Even though you nodded your head enthusiastically, hooking your legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer, he still looked sceptical, head tilted to the side. “I'm not sure, love. I haven't even touched you yet and you're squirming.” He chuckled, one eyebrow raised as, suddenly, one of his fingers rubbed against your clit, causing your whole body to jerk.

“Oh god”, you choked out, your hips bucking up into his touch, “Dream, please!” You had no idea what you were asking for, just that you wanted him to continue touching you. Luckily, he obeyed as two of his fingers stroked along your folds, then pushed into your hole.

“You're so wet for me, baby, wow. You're literally dripping.” Dream let out a breathy laugh as he spread his fingers inside of you, stretching you open efficiently. “That's so sweet, honestly - are you a virgin? You might as well be with how easy you are.”

He leaned forward and you whimpered as he bit down on your neck - you already knew that there would be a bruise there tomorrow, red and purple against your skin. “I almost feel bad for touching you like this, you know?” Dream smirked, his pupils dilated to the point where there was barely any green still visible. “But, god, I don't think I could hold back, even if I wanted to. You look so hot right now.”

Then, he crooked his fingers. You shrieked at the sudden pleasure shooting up your spine, setting your skin on fire as you moaned, your voice high-pitched and contrasting nicely to Dream's own groan at watching your reaction. “Fuck, angel.”

Some part of your brain noticed that, while he was fingering you open, he was getting himself off with his free hand; jerky and impatient strokes. “You look so good right now. I never thought you'd be this easy, this much of a slut while also bring this innocent, this cute. God, I feel like I'm ruining you.”

He didn't sound like he was sorry; rather, it seemed like this fact was more arousing to him than anything else. “Am I turning you into a whore, love? Into a needy slut, begging for my cock?” Dream quickly pulled his fingers out of you - you whined at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing.

“I wonder”, Dream mused, his eyes glinting with mirth, “if you would beg for me. For my cock in you. Would you? You're always acting all proper and innocent, like a sweet and holy girl, so I'm asking you - you're this needy already, will you beg and whine for me to fuck you?”

You couldn't deny just how hot his words were, how they made your cunt drip and throb, along with the heated looks he gave you. “Please”, you eventually gasped, your thighs trembling, “please, Dream, fuck me.” Your voice broke with a whimper. “I want to be your slut, please.”

Your cheeks were flushed red with humiliation, but seeing Dream's reaction to your words - a groan, his hand on his cock speeding up - made it worth all the embarrassment. “Fuck, angel, you're gorgeous.”

It didn't take much more for him to push into you, the head of his cock already spreading you wider than any of your own fingers ever could. “Oh”, you whined, eyes scrunched closed as tears dampened your eyelashes, fluttering against your cheeks with every choked-out moan, “Dream, you're so huge, oh god.”

For a second, you had the irrational thought that it wouldn't fit - that Dream was simply too big for you, that he'd have to pull out again. Then, Dream disproved your theory by thrusting into you harshly, bottoming out and groaning at the feeling.

“You're perfect. Such a perfect slut for me.” He sounded breathless as he pounded into you, his hands now grabbing your hips hard enough to see the skin turn white. “So good for me.”

It went on like this for some time; Dream murmuring praise and degrading words into your ear while thrusting into you, his pace fast, until you came, clenching around him and moaning his name.

With one final bite to your throat, he reached his orgasm as well, spilling into you. “Fuck, I would've loved to cum on your stomach. Or your face, perhaps. Your tits.” He sounded exhausted, even though he was still smiling with mischief. “Anywhere to show off just how much I made you mine, how you're suddenly such a dirty slut for me.”

You weren't good at following rules, even though Schlatt had sounded quite threatening when he warned you to either behave, or to leave him alone. Still, sitting on his lap for more than an hour while he was working, just warming his cock without being allowed to move, seemed more than unfair to you.

Eventually, the temptation of grinding against Schlatt became too big to resist any longer. For a few seconds, you thought your movement had been subtle enough to go unnoticed, or that maybe, Schlatt had taken pity on you now, after you had been obedient for what felt like an eternity, and allowed you to grind on him a little.

You should've known better. Schlatt didn't do pity.

“Alright.” He sighed and put his pen down, only to give you an exasperated look. “I've given you lots of chances, honestly. Many more than you deserve. Get up.” For a second, you didn't believe your ears and therefore didn't move. “What? No, Schlatt, that's so not fair!”, you then complained, frowning, “I've been good for so long 'n you promised you'd fuck me when you're done!”

Schlatt's fingers massaged his temples as he shook his head. “I did, yeah. And you just had to break that one rule, because you're too impatient. Now get up.” Begrudgingly, you raised yourself from his lap, barely stifling a moan as his dick rubbed against you in the process. Honestly, you had no idea how he managed to stay this calm while every touch of his had you feeling like you were burning up from the inside.

“I tried being all nice to you, doll”, Schlatt eventually said, gaze raking up and down your body, “but since you want to act like a spoiled brat, I'll treat you like one.” You weren't sure what exactly that meant, and one part of you was excited to find out. Another part of you tried not to tremble at the not so subtle threat.

Schlatt sighed again, then leaned forward and pressed the button to a device on his desk. “Quackity, to my office. Now.” Immediately, the consequences of your actions dawned on you, and even though Quackity was quite attractive, you looked horrified. “Schlatt, what the fuck? You can't just-, god, let me dress first!”

And even though you felt the need to voice your complaints at Schlatt's behaviour, it wasn't like you disliked the idea of finally getting fucked, especially by Quackity.

Just as you were about to grab your trousers, Schlatt held them out of reach, a wide smirk on his lips. “Oh, no need to be shy. He's going to see you naked anyway, so better get it over with quickly.” You didn't even have time to respond as it knocked on the door and Quackity entered the office.

“Honestly, you could add a little 'please' or something to your orders, boss. You come off as really-”, he complained, then cut himself off as he spotted you, still naked and trying to cover yourself with your hands.

Schlatt broke the silence first. “Quackity”, he said, one eyebrow raised, “You see, I'm quite busy. My love here, however, is being an impatient brat, so I called you here. Maybe you can satisfy them better than I can right now.” At his stunned expression, Schlatt smirked and gave you a push that had you stumbling towards Quackity. “They're quite loose already. Go on.”

For some reason, you had expected Quackity to protest. He didn't. Instead, he unbuckled his belt and used it to quickly tie your wrists together in front of your body, then grabbed your hips and bent you over Schlatt's desk. “So, you were misbehaving, hm?”, he cooed, and you tried to reply, but your words caught in your throat as his cock suddenly pushed into your already stretched hole.

“Oh, fuck”, you choked out, your fingers digging into the wooden edge of the desk as you clenched around his dick. Quackity didn't give you any time to adjust - the pace he set was harsh and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room.

Quackity's teeth found your neck, biting down as he continued to pound into you; the entire desk was shaking with the force of his thrusts. Your gaze met Schlatt's amused one, who was now jerking himself off while watching, and the sight alone caused you to let out a whiny moan.

“God, you feel so good around my cock.” Quackity groaned against your neck. “You look so hot right now, all desperate and needy. Just needed someone to fuck you, hm?” His voice was rough and low. “What a slut. God, Schlatt could've called anyone in here and you would've let them have you. That's pathetic.”

His words were enough to make you cum untouched; your thighs shaking and voice breaking at the high-pitched moan that left you. In return, you clenched around his dick again, and Quackity didn't last long either: his orgasm hit him unexpected as he came inside of you, then pulled out. Some excess cum dripped down your thighs and onto the floor, and you couldn't help but blush as you imagined the way you must look right now; all fucked out and naked, bent over the President's desk.

Schlatt was the last to reach his orgasm, still jerking his own dick. Eventually, he came as well, spilling over a part of his suit and his paperwork on the desk. The display of how unimportant his work actually seemed to be to him, and that all of this was only about teasing you, made you grind your teeth together with frustration.

Usually, Phil didn't mind your attitude. It was part of who you were, after all, and he loved all possible sides and personality traits of you. Sometimes, though, it got a bit much. His patience wasn't endless, after all.

“You're being awfully bratty today, I hope you're aware of that”, he sighed, rolling his eyes as you kissed his neck, chuckling against the skin. “Don't say that”, you protested, voice laced with mirth, “I'm so nice to you.”

Then, your hand found one of his wings, and you couldn't resist the urge to tug at a feather - not nearly strong enough to pull it out, but enough to be noticeable and, apparently, annoying. It took less than a second for him to suddenly grab your hips and pull you sideways over his lap.

“You're nice to me? Sure.” Phil scoffed, then, he tugged your trousers and underwear down, leaving your naked skin exposed to the cold air in the room. “If you're being nice to me right now, I don't want to experience you in a bad mood.”

You did nothing but chuckle in response, shaking your head with amusement. “You really don't”, you replied, smirk on your lips - then, as his palm came down on your ass, you shrieked. “Phil!”

Unbothered by your cry, he hit you again, the force of the slap making your skin jiggle a little. “Love, I tried being nice to you. I gave you multiple opportunities to back out, but you did nothing but be more of a brat.” He scoffed, his hand coming down on your upper thighs next, and you visibly flinched this time.

Your crotch rubbed against his thigh with each hit, the force of the impact sending you shifting forward a little, effectively letting you grind against his thigh. You couldn't help getting turned on at this, even if it was involuntary and honestly not your fault.

“Phil, fuck”, you whimpered, eyes scrunched closed as tears dampened your eyelashes, fluttering against your cheeks with every choked out sob you let out. “Please, this hurts.” To your dismay, Phil did nothing but shrug. “It's supposed to. If you want to be a brat, I'll treat you like one. Simple as that.”

It took fifteen hits in total for him to, apparently, be satisfied with the redness of your skin, with your cries and begging. Your thighs and ass felt sore and absolutely raw, even though he had at least refrained from using anything worse than his hand - a whip or riding crop would've been nothing less than hell. You sure as hell

Only then did he let you up again - even if just to push you down onto your knees right away. “Alright. Seems like you're turned on because of your punishment, but at least, I'm as well. So go on.” A smirk appeared on his lips. “Make yourself useful.”

You leaned forward, eager, and as soon as he had his trousers and underwear pulled down, your lips closed around the head of his cock, tentatively sucking. Only as his hand grabbed the back of your head, fingers laced in your hair and pushing your head forward, you took more of his dick down your throat.

You couldn't help but gag; tears now dripping down your cheeks, but at least, Phil groaned above you. Apparently, the sudden contraction of your throat felt good to at least one of you both. You focused on breathing in through your nose to avoid choking, on moving your head as much as possible with Phil's tight grip.

It seemed to take an eternity until he finally came down your throat, and again, you couldn't help but choke and gag; the taste anything but pleasant. Some excess cum slipped out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin, mixing with your own drool.

“Well”, Phil eventually said, a teasing smile on his lips, “apparently, your mouth is good for at least one thing. Good to know.” His hand carded through your hair, looking satisfied. Then, he got up, not sparing another glance at you.

“You're really shameless.” Technoblade's voice cut through your clouded mind as he looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. You only gave a low whine in response as you continued to grind against his thigh, even as his hand came to rest at the back of your head, grabbing your hair - not harsh enough to hurt, not yet.

He had been teasing you for almost an hour now; letting you rut against his leg, the constant pleasure not enough to actually get you off. “Techno, please”, you whined, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as your thighs shook, feeling weak from exhaustion. “It's been so long. Come on, just-, just take me, please.”

To your dismay, your words only caused him to smirk, shaking his head. “Oh, but I quite enjoy watching you. It's honestly really funny.” His gaze wandered over your body, taking your current form in fully. “You know, I wonder what some of our friends would say if they saw you like this. No one would even dare to think you're this much of a slut, after all.”

You whimpered, one of your hands moving from his shoulder to between your own legs at the tone of his low voice, at his words. “I myself could barely believe it the first time I saw you”, he continued, and as he finally touched you, you could've cried with relief, “even though you do look like the perfect slut right now. You just always acted all innocent.” The hand that wasn't tangled in your hair was now kneading the soft skin of your trembling thigh, then moved to one of your breasts. “Big tits and thighs 'n everything. Just gorgeous. I should honestly take some pictures of you and show them to our friends. God, I bet they'd all be jealous that only I get to actually experience you like this.”

“No-, Techno, fuck, that's embarrassing, don't”, you whined, shaking your head, tears starting to well up in your eyes at the fantasy alone. It was a scary thought, equally as terrifying as arousing - your friends would never look at you the same way again, would never be able to hold a normal conversation without imagining you like this; needy and whining on Technoblade's lap.

His lips found your neck, biting down as you continued to grind your own hand against your clit. Then, suddenly, sharp pain shot through your scalp as Technoblade pulled your head back, harshly tugging on your hair. “Now, come on. You've waited long enough, haven't you? Ride me.” The corners of his mouth quirked upwards, a mean smirk forming on his face. “And if you do well enough, I might just spare you of the embarrassment of showing you off to our friends. Alright?”

It wasn't a question. Quickly, you unbuckled his trousers and pulled them down far enough to take his cock out, hard and already leaking. Honestly, seeing him being turned on and impatiently as well certainly gave you a small feeling of satisfaction.

You didn't waste any more time, though - you were achingly wet as you sank down on his cock, the stretch making you gasp, with either pleasure or pain; you couldn't tell the difference yourself right now. Your thighs were already shaking, still, you managed to set a rhythm, rising up and sinking down on his dick again.

Eventually, as his free hand rubbed over your clit and the other pulled at your hair, you came, clenching down on him in the process, causing him to soon reach his orgasm as well. “Fuck”, you said, voice weak, “that was hot. You won't actually send anything to our friends though, right?”

It wasn't a surprise that somewhen, Dream noticed the way you reacted to his voice. Every time he'd playfully scold you or would yell at you in a joking and funny context, you couldn't help but squirm in your seat, your thighs now squeezed together a little more.

Dream wasn't oblivious. He noticed - fairly quickly, at that, and therefore you should've expected it that from the moment he knew, it only got worse; the amount of teasing increased, the tone of his voice got lower and lower, and one day, you were on your back on your shared bed, wrists tied to the headpiece of the bed. More rope was tied around your thighs, effectively keeping them spread open for him - you couldn't move an inch, even if you tried to.

And, well, you certainly did try - you were squirming on the bed, pulling on your bound arms, but the rope was ungiving and stayed in place, exactly how it was meant to.

Meanwhile, Dream was watching you struggle from his place between your legs, not touching you at all. A smirk adorned his lips, a mean and almost cruel looking one. “Now, don't get all worked up already. It's quite pathetic to look at.”

You scoffed, eyes narrowing. “Shut up and just touch me already. Come on.” You raised your hips up a little, as much as was possible, even though the rope scraped against your skin in an uncomfortable way. “I know you want to fuck me. What's all this teasing about?”

“Oh, I don't think you want me to shut up.” His grin widened, eyes glinting with amusement in the faint light. “Actually, I'm pretty sure you want me to keep talking to you. Don't you?” His voice dropped an octave, almost a low purr now. “Don't think I haven't noticed how much of a whore you are for my voice.”

“Dream”, you whimpered softly, squirming as much as possible, and even though you had wanted to reply more, you couldn't concentrate enough to sort your thoughts in your head. Instead, you let out a small mewl as you felt his hands on your spread thighs, not doing anything but letting them rest there, occasionally caressing soft skin.

Dream chuckled, one eyebrow raised. “What is it? Are you impatient already? God, you're so needy. What a whore.” He scoffed. “I guess I'm gonna have to teach you some patience. Luckily for you, that's exactly what I had in mind for today - even though it does depend on you when you can cum.”

As you looked at him puzzled, eyebrows drawn together with confusion, he sighed and shook his head, as if blaming you for not immediately following his train of thoughts. “I won't touch you”, he eventually said, smirk wide on his lips, “either you cum just from my voice, or you don't get to cum at all. So, you see, it all depends on you.”

You looked disappointed, a whine leaving your throat, but that was nothing compared to what you felt like twenty minutes later - Dream's words turning you on, but it wasn't enough, not enough to finally cum; you were kept just on the edge for what felt like ages.

“Oh, don't cry”, Dream cooed as tears welled up in your eyes. He seemed to really enjoy himself - compared to you, at least. “You're so close, baby, I'm sure you can do it. Don't you want to be my good little slut? Come on, you're always so needy and desperate. I can't imagine that you can't cum, now of all times. Usually, you never hesitate to show me just how much of a whore you are.”

Once again, you whined, throat raw from all the sounds you had been making for around half an hour now. “Please, Dream, I can't.” You tried hard not to sound too whiny, not too desperate - unsuccessfully. At this point, you were almost sobbing, your legs flexing against the rope holding you in place. “Please, please touch me. I'll be your good slut, I promise, I just can't.”

Just as you thought you might have convinced him, that he might have mercy on you, he shook his head again. “Doll, I'm sure you can do it. Come on, just imagine what I'd usually do to you.” Despite his nonchalant voice, his own cock was straining against his sweatpants. “I wanted you to get a little creative, but I guess I'll have to do all the work.”

Honestly, you were barely following his words anymore, your mind too hazy to actually register any information. “Please”, you begged again, tears now freely dripping down your cheeks, “please, Dream, come on. Please fuck me, just touch me-, please.”

Dream let out an amused snort. “You know, doll, usually I'd have to punish you. You're not even listening to me.” His fingers were massaging your thighs and your wrists where the rope cut in, stimulating the blood flow again. “But I'll be nice today, don't worry. Just lay back, listen to me. Alright?”, he murmured into your ear as you obediently closed your eyes, “God, you can't imagine how much I'd love to fuck you right now. Would you like that, doll? I'd make sure you can barely walk tomorrow, promise.”

You let out a moan, voice shaky. “Or I'd eat you out so good your legs would be trembling, so good that you'd be crying. What about that?”, he continued, and you could hear him jerk himself off in his sweatpants now, “Or maybe I'd do none of those things. I'm not sure if a slut like you would even deserve my cock or my mouth. Maybe I'd just spank you until you've learned some patience and decency. You're always so needy, just like some whore. It's embarrassing to watch.”

As the President of Manberg, Schlatt certainly had a lot of work to do. Of course, he often demanded that Fundy and Quackity looked over his papers for him, who both struggled with the huge amount of extra work, but there were certain things he just had to do himself. Some documents required him to sign them personally, and after procrastinating for a week or two, those few had added up to an intimidatingly huge staple.

Therefore, Schlatt decided to dedicate this evening just to filling out paperwork - he had to get it done eventually, there was no point in avoiding it any longer. He sat down at his office desk, red tie loose around his neck, a cup of coffee in his hand - and, after about an hour of undisturbed working, with you on his lap.

“Honestly, this isn't helpful”, Schlatt eventually said, not even looking up from his work as you wrapped your arms around him, your cheek resting against his shoulder. “I'm obviously busy. Can't we do this later?”

He scoffed at your pout. “I just enjoy spending time with you”, you said, one eyebrow raised as you pulled back to properly look at him. “I'm not even actively disturbing you. I'm literally just sitting on your lap.”

And even though you were technically right, your arguments only caused Schlatt to roll his eyes. “I don't think you could possibly bother me more right now”, he replied, voice gruff as he focused on his work once more, and, well, you certainly took his words as a challenge.

At first, your lips only grazed his throat, the touch featherlight, but eventually, you started grinding your hips against his thigh, moaning breathily at the friction. “Just ignore me”, you whispered, a small smirk on your lips. “You're busy, keep working. 'm not bothering you.” You bit down on soft skin, sucking bruises and hickeys into his neck while letting out soft whines, still rutting against Schlatt's leg, until a pair of hands gripped your hips and forced your movements to come to a halt.

“Are you truly this needy?” Schlatt's voice was cold, his eyes narrowed in faint disgust as he looked at you. The position gave you a slight height advantage - usually, you'd find it funny that he had to look up to you, but right now, you didn't feel like laughing.

Schlatt let out a scoff, frowning at the small whine you made. “You're so desperate, it's pathetic. I'm trying to work 'n you're humping my leg like a bitch in heat.” One of his hands grabbed your jaw, squeezing almost painfully as your eyes met his, your gaze pleading. “Schlatt, please”, you whimpered, teasing attitude from before gone, “I just need you. Please.”

“Seeing you like this is quite embarrassing, honestly.” A second later, Schlatt's hand was in your trousers, and you couldn't help but moan, bucking your hips against him at the sudden friction. “Kinda cringe, if you ask me.”

You swore you saw the corner of his mouth quirk upwards a little as you glared at him. “That's not something you should say when we're about to fuck.” Still, you continued thrusting your hips against him as he grinded the heel of his hand down onto your crotch, causing you to let out a whimper.

Schlatt chuckled, shaking his head as he eventually, with your help - the position didn't make it easy -, pulled your trousers and underwear down completely, continuing to move his hand. “Oh, we're not gonna fuck, doll. Maybe if you're good for me, I'll let you sit on my cock while I work.”

Only a few minutes later, he pushed his lubed up fingers inside of you, crooking and scissoring them until you were whining and squirming on his lap, desperately trying to chase your orgasm with each small thrust of your hips, and you could only watch with half-lidded eyes as Schlatt zipped his suit pants open, just enough to pull his cock out.

Not long after, his dick pushed inside of you while you were still sitting on his lap, clinging to his shoulders as you muffled your own whines against his suit jacket. “Fuck, please, Schlatt”, you whimpered; the only response you got, though, was the flat of his hand meeting your ass, hard; the sound of the slap echoed through the room, and your cheeks flushed red involuntarily.

“Shut up, I'm working”, he said, pen already in his hand again while the other one was placed on your hip. “You should be grateful that I let a whore like you sit on my cock. So be quiet and thankful or you'll regret it. I wouldn't mind getting Quackity or someone else in here to take care of you and your needs, you know?”

You couldn't help but gasp at his words, clenching down on his dick involuntarily, and your reaction got a sharp laugh from Schlatt, causing you to shiver. “Of course you'd like that, you're such a slut. Am I not enough to satisfy you anymore?”, he teased, voice low and sultry, “Do you want me to get Quackity to fuck you here, right in front of me, right now? Would that even be enough for you? Maybe you'd want Fundy as well, or anyone else I can get.”

You hid your flushed face against his neck, only letting out small whines in response, and Schlatt shook his head. “Never knew you were such a desperate whore, honestly. You always act so innocent, it's quite a surprise.” You rocked your hips into his, movements almost unnoticeable, but a second later, his grip on your hip became stronger and you were left wanting again.

“Try that again and you'll regret it, doll, I'm warning ya. Be good for me and I'll fuck you so hard you can't feel your legs anymore the second I'm done with work, alright?” His thumb rubbed small circles into your hip. “Just be good for me. I won't fuck some ill-behaving slut, you know? Either wait for me to be done, or go be a pathetic bitch somewhere else. Maybe get yourself off, for all I care, but I can't stand seeing you this needy. It's embarrassing, like you're some common whore from the streets.”

At first, Wilbur didn't believe it. As one of his friends told him about about someone having a crush on him, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, not in the mood for bad jokes or playful banter. After all, he only had eyes for one person nonetheless.

However, his mood suddenly changed as his friend told him the name of said person - and Wilbur knew that they wouldn't joke about this topic, not when mentioning your name. Simply said, Wilbur has had a crush on you for a while now; at least for half a year. All his friends seemed to know about it, yet, surprisingly, no one had ever mentioned it to you, and Wilbur was very sure of the fact that you would never like him back.

So, to say that these news came to him as a surprise was an understatement. He wasn't sure what to feel - joy or confusion, sudden insecurity or delight -, but eventually, he went straight to your flat, ringing the doorbell before he could hesitate and leave again. It took a few moments for you to open the door - seconds, that made Wilbur's fingers twitch anxiously -, and you raised your eyebrows at him, surprised.

“Wilbur? I didn't know you were coming over. What's up?” And even though you both had casually chatted before - you weren't strangers, after all - Wilbur felt all possible thoughts leave his head as he looked at you, taking in your appearance; your tousled hair, the still surprised look in your eyes and the light, almost unnoticeable blush on your cheeks.

“I, uh”, he began eventually, frowning at how insecure, how weird his voice sounded, even to his own ears, “I wanted to come see you.” You blinked, irritated, before taking a step back and opening the door a slight bit more and letting him step inside. “Well, come in, I guess. Any special reason why, or-? Oh, do you want something to drink now that you're here? I just made some coffee.” Wilbur found himself staring at you, dumbfounded, and you offered him a small smile which seemed to at least mildly restore his confidence.

“Actually, there is a special reason why”, he began, “I, well, I heard some rumours - from some friends, that is -, and maybe they were just joking, I don't know, honestly”, he cleared his throat, his gaze avoiding yours, “I just wanted to ask if, maybe, you'd like to go on a date with me. Somewhen.” And before you could even reply, he added: “It's totally fine if you don't want to, honestly. Don't say 'yes' out of politeness, please.”

His voice wavered a bit at the end, and you couldn't help but smile. “I'd love that”, you said, and Wilbur noticed a blush spreading down your neck, “Actually, I've had a crush on you for a while now. I never dared to ask you out.” And Wilbur blinked, looking confused, before laughing, his voice soft. “That's exactly how I felt! Honestly, I never thought you would like me in a romantic way.”

Then, a lot of things happened really fast - Wilbur could barely keep up, his memory of the next moments hazy, but it ended with him pressing you against a wall, his lips on yours as you put your hands onto his shoulders. Your nails were digging into the fabric of his shirt as Wilbur's thigh pushed between your legs, and you couldn't help but grind down on it, letting out a high-pitched whimper at the friction.

“God, you can't imagine for how long I've wanted to do this. I imagined this so often.” Wilbur's hands were beneath your shirt, caressing soft skin while his lips pressed kisses to your neck and throat. “You're so beautiful, love, and finally you're all mine.”