#ivee.

- when you and Wilbur start dating, it doesn’t cross his mind a lot of how much smaller you are than him. Yes he makes the little “oh look at the baby!” comments but other than that, doesn’t cross his mind. But when he first gets his hands on you, and he’s on top of you, he’s primal!

- if you have a chest, he loves your tits. Loves to just engulf the in his hands and hold them as he fucks into you.

- now- since your smaller, either way, wils gonna be a bit bigger to you. Height and dick size. But, when that man’s fully inside you, and he sees the imprint he immediately makes in your stomach, good luck. He will press his hand down hesitantly on the skin that is bulging out, but once he gets a little sound out of you and feel the stimulation it leaves on his member, he’s pressing down the whole time.

- will degrade and praise you for the size difference:

“So fucking small, want me to ruin you baby? Want me to ruin you like the little slut you are, all needy and drooling for this cock? That’s what I fucking thought.”

“Taking me so well darling… just a little more baby, I know. So big in you, doing so good baby. Let me take care of you baby.”

- the first time wil put his hand around your neck was purely by accident, not meaning to set his hand down on your neck and immediately apologize and asking if he hurt you. Yet all you did was smile at him and brought his hand back as you made his hand squeeze your neck. As he did, he reviled in the small moan that left your mouth as you smiled up at him. Let’s just say, his hand being round your throat was a go to.

- You loved holding his hands. They were so big and veiny and long. You played with his fingers, slowly starting to imagine them in-between your thighs, playing with you as you struggled to stay quiet. Or when he’d place his hand on your thigh and squeeze the body part as a stress ball, making your thighs squeeze together. He slowly started to notice your fascination, smirking as he placed his hands on your body or near you more often to tease you.

- he’s so cocky!!! He knows he’s big, knows the hold he has on you. Knows he can ruin you in 5 seconds with a touch, can make you go dumb on his cock just from one thrust. You have inflated his ego so much, yet neither of you are complaining. It comes in handy when he’s jealous.

- wil loves to bend down and kiss you, placing his hands on your hips while you stand on your tip toes, hands in his hair as his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing the skin he could. He would eventually pick you up by your thighs and sit you guys down, again being unaware of how how big his hands were on your waist.

- When your giving him a blowjob, he makes you take small steps, not wanting to hurt your throat. Whenever you gag or make a face, he pulls you off checks in with you to make sure your ok. Again, he’s painfully aware of how big he is, and he doesn’t want to hurt you at all

If someone had told you that you would be lying on your best friends bed, legs spread as wide as they could, with him in between your legs and working his mouth like a god, you would have laughing.

But here you were, one hand in his curls, pulling him as close to your core as possible. And the other gripping the sheets, comforter, anything that your hand could find.

You had admitted to Wil early that evening that you’ve never received head before, let alone anything good in the sexual realm. Now Wil had been joking when he asked you the question, but the more he let it sink in, the more he actually wanted to do it.

“Want me to show you how it’s done?”

That god forsaken question put you in a trans and had you moments later begging for more as his lips crashed on yours.

And that leads you to now.

“Wil- fuck please!” You whined out as he licked and sucked at your bundle of nerves, not stopping at your pleads to slow down, have given you a safeword before hand.

His hands held your thighs open, grip strong and relentless. Every time you tried to close your legs, his grip would tighten more as he pulled away from you, and glared up at you, before continuing his torture on your swollen bud.

“Words darling, tell me what you want.” Wil said quickly before attaching his lips back onto you, licking a strip up your core before making his way to your entrance. He quickly teased you with the tip of the muscle before inserting it as deeply as he could, relishing in the way you gasped at the new feeling.

You looked like a mess. Eyes rolled back as your head thrashed everywhere, thighs quivering as your back arched off the bed. Your hands shot up to his hair, gripping onto it to ground yourself, earning a groan from Wil.

Pulling away, Wil placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh before nipping at it, earning a yelp from you. “If you don’t tell me what you want, you don’t get to cum. Use your words darling.” Wilbur warned you before going right back to eating you like it was his last meal.

You gasped at his words and the feeling of his hand slipping down to your entrance, two fingers rubbing and teasing you as he sucked on your clit. “Wil- baby, please, I need to cum! Please let me cum!” You whined out in one breath as your hand tightened it’s hold on his head.

Smiling up at you, he plunged his ring and middle finger into your cunt, flicking them up before pulling them out and repeating.

You were gone. More than gone, you didn’t even think you were still on this planet, you must be in heaven right? He knows your body more than you do, hitting all the spots that you didn’t even know existed before his antics.

Seeing your head thrown back, mouth open in pure pleasure and eyes barely open, he leant up over your body and placed kisses over your neck and collar bone. Sucking on some places, excited when he found bruises left on your skin. He loved being able to mark you, some old ones that darkened complimenting the newer ones.

“No one’s ever made you feel this good, yeah baby? No one can make you feel this way other than me, yeah?” Wilbur asked, fingers still moving in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot of yours over and over again. “Look so pretty like this baby, so pretty under me.” Wil whispered to you as he kissed your cheek.

“Are you gonna cum baby? Gonna cum for me?” Wil asked you as he looked down at you meeting your eyes. You nodded as moans and gasp left your mouth uncontrollably, unable to think about anything besides the man on top of you. “Words darling.”

“Yes, please please! Let me cum, Wil please.” You begged as tears made their way to your eyes, the pleasure being too much and needing release.

“Good job baby, cum for me. Cum on my fingers.” Wil whispered to you as he placed his lips on yours, swallowing your moans and screams into his own mouth. His fingers circling your clit now, riding out your orgasm.

Your legs shook uncontrollably, going limp soon after. Your back arched off the bed as your chest met Wil’s and your hands gripped at his shirt and arms, grounding and reminding yourself that he was there and this wasn’t fake.

Slowing his fingers, Wil eventually pulled away from you and placed his forehead on yours. “I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words, not expecting the sudden confession after a ground shaking orgasm. The words sunk in and you lazily smiled up at him as you ran your hand through his hair.

“I love you too.” You said back as a big grin made its way to his face, soon placing kisses all over your face, giggles escaping your mouth.

Wilbur eventually got up off of you and looked down at you. Your body was limp with bruises all over your chest and neck. Your lips and clit were swollen and puffy as slick ran down your thighs and your orgasm slowly leaked out of you.

Looking at his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and sucked your arousal off, groaning at the taste of you yet again.

“….. can I do it again?” Wil asked hesitantly, eager to get you back on his mouth.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, but quickly softened your expression as his eyes silently pleaded at you.

“Give me a minute.”