(You thought I wasn’t gonna give you guys what you wanted?! Funny.)

stepbrother!wilbur whos touches start out light, a small graze against your hand, a hand on your shoulder as he slips past you when your in the kitchen, hand holding your hip as he reaches above you. He doesn’t say anything afterwards, just walks away and acts like he didn’t just leave you a flustered mess against the counter.

stepbrother!wilbur catching you masturbating on accident as he walked past your bedroom door that just so happened to be cracked open just enough to see you. His name floating through the crack as he stopped and peered into the room. He held back a groan as his cock hardened inside of his boxers, pressing against the material quite painfully as he watched your small fingers move as fast as they could to make you cum from the thought of him.

stepbrother!wilbur who purposefully leaves his bedroom door cracked when he’s masturbating, hoping you’ll hear his groans and filthy desires he speaks out into the silent air around him, wanting you to know and see what you do to him.

stepbrother!wilbur who can barely hold himself back from ripping the dress off your body you decided to wear out to dinner. The way he hugged your chest, showing off your plump chest. The curve of your waist shown on display as the dressed flowed over your hips. Wilbur thanked the lord up above for wearing black dress pants to dinner, having to adjust his pants more times than one.

stepbrother!wilbur who all the sudden gets super possessive over you when you tell him your talking to one of his friends, his warnings to you making you furrow your brows in confusion- but if only you knew what he had planned for you. You’d thank him later, right?

stepbrother!wilbur who finally breaks after seeing you come home late from the dinner date you went to with that friend, that same dress that does unspeakable things to him… you let another man, his friend, see you like that? Fuck that.

stepbrother!wilbur who scolds you once you walk into the house, your argument flowing through the empty house, your parents gone on a work trip for your fathers new promotion.

stepbrother!wilbur who has enough of your empty points that don’t mean anything to him, grabbing you by your neck and into a rough kiss, your own finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer to you.

stepbrother!wilbur who tries his absolute best to fuck you slow and take his time with you for the first time, but your sounds and how you feel around him destroys his plans almost immediately. His hips slamming into yours, hands holding your hips in place as your legs are thrown over his shoulders, his body leaning over yours as a mix of praise and degradation falling from his mouth.

stepbrother!wilbur who’s obsessed with eating you out. You’re just so sweet and so addicting, he could stay in between your legs for as long as he was allowed to. Your sweet moans hyping his performance up more and more as his advances on your pussy never stopped. It’ll be the riskiest spot in the house ever and he’ll have you up against the wall or on a counter and he’ll be on his knees, trying to make you cum into his mouth.

stepbrother!wilbur who will tease you at dinner, your position next to him now being his favorite thing in the world so he can run his hand up your leg, run his thumb over the wet spot on your panties as he rubs your clit over the thin material. You covering your moans with coughs or claps of your hands, followed by an awful excuse or you starting to explain something else you had up your sleeve. Wilbur would laugh at you as he continued his challenge: to edge you all night until everyone went to bed, ultimately having you run to him in his room, begging to ride his cock and to make you cum more times than he saw fit but. He couldn’t say no to you. Not his dear step sister.

stepbrother!wilbur who likes to take you out on “dates”, but calls it sibling bonding. Picnics, going to the mall, random dinners, etc.

“So good baby- fuck you’re so tight around me, what a good little slut.” Wilbur groans out as he grips your hips in his hands, squeezing them tightly as he sinks deeper into you.

Your back archers further for him, face against the pillows as his pelvis meets your ass, his cock resting heavily inside of you. He was big, no point in lying about that. But when you’re lying on your stomach, weightless for him to use anyway he wanted, he felt huge inside you, and you loved it.

Which that seemed to be why you chose the position for the current moment. As he sat there, legs straddling your hips as he waited for your go ahead, you reached your hand down underneath you, resting it on your stomach where you found a decent sized bulge. Pressing down on it, you and Wilbur moaned out in unison, his tip pushing against your cervix as you tightened around him even more.

Wilbur braced himself against the headboard, pushing himself somewhat deeper into you, if it was possible. It was all too much, you needed more. Both of you did.

“I swear Wilbur, if you don’t move right now, I’m not helping you get you- oh fuck!” You screamed out into the pillow as he brought his cock all the way out and slammed it back into you, grabbing the back of your head and lifting it up as he did.

“Huh? What was that? Was the little slut trying to tell me what to do? You’re so cute-“ Wilbur leant down, lips brushing against yours as your eyes closing, awaiting for his warm lips on yours.

Not even a second later, the man thrusted hard inside of you, hitting your g-spot with his tip as your eyes opened in shock, only to roll back into your head. You let out a pornagraphic moan as Wilbur laughed at you, and continued his thrust, his pace slow yet thrust deep.

“That’s it baby, be a good slut and take all I give yo- holy fuck!” Wilbur’s cocky attitude tumbling in seconds as you met his thrust and tightened around his cock.

“Aw did big, strong Wilbur fall for my little game?! Maybe you’re not as good at this that you claim to be! Maybe you’re just as pathetic as D-“ Wilbur placed his hand on your head, shoving your face in the pillow as he thrusted faster inside of you.

“Shut the fuck up. You do not get to compare me to that fucked up asshole! And we both know I’m as good as I claim to be. Hell- you admitted it to Q the other day!” Your eyes widened up at Wilbur as he laughed manically at your expression.

How the fuck did he know about that?!

“Aw don’t look so scared baby, I’m not mad! I’m actually quite flattered, talking to other guys about how good I am to you, how I can make you cum just from my words, how my fingers work magical things on you. How my cock makes you go dumb after one thrust. Fuck- I knew you loved this, but not that much.” Wilbur said to you as you adjusted himself.

He lied his upper body down on top of your back, kicking his legs out from beside you, putting his full weight on you as he did. “You doing ok, my love?” He whispered in your ear, the words soft and caring, a complete turn around from his previous words.

Wilbur always made sure you were doing ok when things got a bit rough or a sudden shift had changed. You guys might not be on the best of terms, but hell, if you weren’t enjoying any of this… there’s no benefit for him either.

He gains pleasure from your pleasure.

You nodded your head at him, hands squeezing the pillow beneath you as you did. Apparently that wasn’t enough for Wilbur, earning a hum of disapproval as he lifted up off of you, bringing his cock out of you, yet leaving the tip. The sudden sensation earned a whine from him, making him softly laugh.

“Words. Are you ok?” Wilbur sternly asked you, his words still soft.

“Yes. I’m ok. Brillant. Amazing even!” You got out softly, a smile coming over your face as Wilbur placed himself back on top of you, his tip still teasing you. “Please. Please Wilbur.”

“I know, darling. Doing so good for me..” Wilbur whispered to you, his arm coming around your neck to hold you in a headlock sort of position, while his hand grabbed yours in his own, squeezing the limb as you reciprocated the affection.

“Now be a good slut and let me ruin you-“ Wilbur’s sweet attitude quickly being shoved out the window as he thrusted inside you quickly, his pace going as fast as he could in this position.

His arm around your neck held your face up from the pillow, holding onto the limb with your free hand as empty screams left your mouth. Your nails clawing and scratching at his skin as he continuously hit your cervix head on, broken cries leaving your mouth as he whispered small comments about you, degrading or praise.

“So good for me baby, taking me so well.”

“Such a slutty hole, always wants more- fucking greedy.”

“Come on baby, just a little more- you can take it, I know you can. Good girl!”

“Leaking all over the place baby, so messy for me-“

Every comment led to another moan or cry of pleasure.

And Wilbur took them all in with delight.

“Wil! Wil please- I’m gonna cum, please let me cum!” You whined out to the man, hips meeting his thrust, hand squeezing his more tightly than before.

Wilbur could feel your orgasm approaching, your hole tightening around his member in a tight grip, making him moan in your ear.

“I know baby, hold on.” Wilbur spread your legs a bit wider, bringing your hips up with him as he knelt behind you. Your back arched deep, the bulge stretching your stomach out even more than before, making you moan at the feeling. “So good for me, feel how deep I am inside baby, I’m the only one allowed to make you feel this way, got that? I’m the only one allowed to stretch this hole to its limit, the only one allowed to make you go dumb from my cock, the only name you scream. You’re my slut to use, and my baby to hold when needed, ok?” Wilbur whispered into your ear, earning a whine from you as you nodded.

“Yes yes. All yours. Always have been, Wil… please use me, please please-“ your words were cut off by his thrust, your mouth agape as he thrusted hard and fast into you.

“Fuck- you drive me crazy, you know that? You have me wrapped around your finger and I love it.” Wilbur groaned out as you squeezed once more around him, your nails digging into his arms once more.

“gon’ cum! Let me cum! Please- baby please!” You begged the man above you as his thrust became sloppy and miscalculated.

Slipping his free hand underneath you, his fingers met your clit, rubbing small, tight circles around your bud. “C’mon baby, cum for me. Cum for me and show me how good I make you feel.”

You were gone after the first sentence. His sweet voice melting your body as you let go of the pressure in your stomach. Your hips met his once more as your back arched deeper into the mattress, a delayed scream making its way out of your mouth as his thrust continued, riding out your high.

Your body shook as his thrust got faster and faster, not caring about precision or anything else besides the way your walls squeeze around him.

“Cum inside me… please! Please I’m begging you-“ you whimpered to him as his thrust slowed inside of you.

Your words made him cum on the spot, never imagining them to come out of your mouth but nevertheless happy about it.

Wilbur groaned out in your ear, as he fell on top of you, hips still stuttering inside of you as his orgasm hit him and he filled you up. He hid his face in your neck, mind still reeling from the orgasm, holding you tightly against him.

“Did so good for me, so good for me my angel…” Wilbur whispered out to you as he started to get off of you.

Before he could pull out, you quickly grabbed the back of his leg, stopping him from making any more advances.

“Stay inside me, please. Wanna feel you still.” You muttered out, sleep creeping up on you as you lied there, the weight of his cock inside you making it even harder to stay awake.

Wilbur could feel his dick stir again from they request but didn’t do anything about it, just wanting to lay with you for as long as he can before you both would go back to your ordinary ways and pretend there was nothing going on between you two.

Rolling over, Wilbur’s chest was pressed against your back as he shuffled closer to you, pressing himself deeper inside of you while he did. You both hummed at the sensation, the warmth and the first at he fit inside you as asking you both into an easy rest.

“Hmm I love you..” you whispered to the man behind you, falling asleep after the words were uttered, leaving the man shocked behind you.

The words struck him with hope and fear. What if you didn’t mean it? But why would say it if you didn’t? He had so many questions that would have to wait, but with you, he could wait a lifetime and be alright.

- stepbro!wilbur who immediately sees you shying behind your mom, scared of the two men in front of you. It hasn’t even been a minute and you’re already terrified of them.

- stepbro!wilbur who’s a good couple years ahead of you, but that doesn’t mean anything right? He can still be friends with you and treat you nice.

-stepbro!wilbur who immediately gets you to open up to him, learning how your father was an abusive asshole, never letting you and your mom go without a fight or a couple hits here and there.

-stepbro!wilbur who takes you under his wing, protects you with everything he has and makes sure you know that you’re safe around him.

-stepbro!wilbur who starts to see you as his pretty little baby one random afternoon watching you sleep on his chest, hand running through your hair as he silently made a promise to never let you go.

-stepbro!wilbur who softly smiles at you while you slowly become more dependent on him.

-stepbro!wilbur who praises you and whispers small promises in your ear every night, making sure you knew he wasn’t going to hurt you like that bad man did. No, not him. He was here to protect you.

-stepbro!wilbur who kisses you so softly, his body engulfing yours as he lies you down on his bed, kissing down your body so gently, praising you for being his good girl. Only his.

-stepbro!wilbur who takes it upon himself to be your big brother and a somewhat father figure to you, blurring the lines between right and wrong between you two.

-stepbro!wilbur who invites you to his office all the time, just to have you sit on his lap and help me do work, or to have you near him. So he knows you’re ok.

-stepbro!wilbur who uses his dynamic with you to his own advantage. He thinks about you, don’t worry! But half the time, you’ll do anything for him.

-stepbro!wilbur who cancels everything the minute you call him crying, saying you were scared or had a bad dream. He doesn’t care how pathetic it seems in the moment, his baby needed him.

-stepbro!wilbur who’s fucks you so slowly, talking you through it and praising you for taking him so well. His good girl….

-stepbro!wilbur who’s silently cries with you while you’re in his arms, hating how hurt you sound at simple bad memories of one person. A person he desperately hates

-stepbro!wilbur who does a background check on your father, silently seething as he dig deeper and deeper, having to stop himself before he broke his computer.

-stepbro!wilbur who makes sure if you’re going out, he has your location, you’re with someone, or he’s coming along. No one’s trying anything if he has anything to do with it

“Fuck- wait wait! Get up for a second, I wanna try something.” Wilbur said as he pushed you off slightly, just enough for him to slip his dick out of his pajama bottoms, hissing at the cold air that hit his hard on.

You had been invited over to help him study for a test, and that studying led to distracted learning, and led to this: straddling and grinding on his lap as you made out like two horny teenagers. For fuck sake, you were about to graduate college and you’re acting like you’ve never done anything with each other before.

You quickly covered your mouth, hiding your smile and giggles as you looked the man up and down, biting your lip as you looked up at him once more. “Are you making fun of me? You’re making fun of me aren’t you-“

“No I’m not-“ you were cut off by Wilbur’s hands meeting your hips, pulling you back ontop of him as you sat down on his lap. You silently thanked yourself for wearing short shorts underneath your sweatpants, the thin material leaving little to no space between Wilbur’s cock and your now soaking wet pussy.

“Yes you are.” He growled out as he leaned up, lips colliding with yours once more while his hands met your hips. He slowly guided your hips back and forth, letting you do all the work as he took his time to feel you. All of you.

“Fuck- soaked your shorts already? Do I really do that much to you baby?” The man asked you, your forehead connecting with his as he started to grind with you, his tip catching your clit every time your hips met.

You opened your mouth slightly, small pants and whines coming out of you as you both started to speed up, the sound of your now soaked shorts and Wilbur’s dick rubbing against the other accompanied your small sounds.

“Wish i could fuck you, wanna stuff you so full of me and breed you over and over and over again. Oh baby-“ Wilbur groaned out as he stilled your hips, a whine leaving you as you wiggled your hips against him, wanting more than what he gave you.

“Wil please- don’t stop I need mor-“

“On your knees.” The man cut you off as his voice dropped low, making your eyes shut and pussy clench around nothing.

“Wil please just-“

“Did I say you could speak?!” He grabbed your neck and looked at you, eyes dark and a small smirk played on his face. You shook your head at him as he gave you a look of approval. “Exactly. So do as I say and get on your knees. Now.”

You slid off his lap, eyes filling with obedience and desire to listen to him and please him on any way needed. You had completely forgotten about your throbbing clit and how you were practically dripping on the floor, all you cared about was getting your mouth on him.

“Look at me.” Wilbur’s strong words snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked at him, eyes wide and full of want. The man smiled down at you as he tapped his tip against your lips, signaling for you to open and get to work. “Be a good girl and make me a feel good, yeah?”

That’s all you needed for your mouth to fall open, your tongue licking up and down his cock as spit fell out of your mouth and onto the chair the man was sitting on. Your mouth closed around his head, started to slowly slide up and down his length, your throat welcoming him in with open arms.

He wasn’t necessarily big, but he wasn’t small either. You struggled at first to accommodate him when you first started things, but now? Your throat was practically molded to fit him perfectly.

“Fuck- good girl, keep doing that… take me so well-“ Wilbur groaned out as you looked up at him, eyes rolling back into your head as you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

You would never admit it but you liked pleasing him and being in control of his pleasure more than anything. You liked watching him fall apart because of something you did, it boosted your ego and gave you something to achieve in these moments.

A hand reached to the back of your head, taking a fist full of your hair in its grip and started guiding your head at a faster pace than what was started. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth and his moans filled the room, your hand sitting at the base of his length, sliding up and down the length you couldn’t quite take.

“Shit- move your hand… move your fucking hand, good girl!” Wilbur praised you as you rest your hands on his thighs, letting the man push your head down as far down as he could, fucking up into your mouth.

“Such a good girl, wanting me to feel good before your own pleasure- fuck. I can just imagine the puddle sitting underneath you right now, yeah baby? So desperate for me to touch you yet I come first, yeah? My good fucking slut-“ Wilbur whined out as his head fell against his head rest, both had now on your head, hips bucking up every so often into your mouth as he did.

You could tell he was close from his breathing speeding up and whines flowing out of his mouth. The grip on your head tightened every so often, pushing you further down if it was possible, and you just took it, happy to make him feel good. Especially after a stressful day.

But you were there to do one thing, and you were gonna make that happen.

You moaned against his cock as he pulled your hair back, throat closing around his tip as you swallowed against him, tongue running up and down the vein on the underside of his cock. You delighted in the broken moan he let out, hips following your mouth as you continued your advances on him.

“Oh shit- fuck keep going please please please! Fuck!” Wilbur whined and moaned out as he pushed your head down fully against him, hips twitching against your mouth as he came down your throat, happily swallowing what he gave you.

You pulled off of him once he took his hands off your head, your own hand cleaning the spit off your face and the cum that managed to escape. Your hand was full of spit but you didn’t mind, placing it on his thigh as you pushed yourself up, lips colliding with him as he groaned into it.

Wilbur pulled you closer to him, making you straddle his hips as you sat on top of his cock that was still notably hard. You slowly started to grind on him once more, making him take a sharp intake of air, pulling away from you as he looked at you.

“Fuck me. Please.” Those three words were all Wilbur needed to hear in order for him to completely lose it.

Wilbur stood up from where he was sitting, homework and flash card forgotten as he dropped you onto his bed, hands pulling at your clothes, taking them off in a hurry.

“Studying can wait.”

- 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

When the guys told you their plan for this music video, you didn’t think it would be this detailed in every which way. Especially the costume…

“Oh my- get away from me.” You said to Wilbur as he appeared from the make up room, a laugh leaving your lips as he continued to stalk over to you with a big smile.

Wilbur didn’t want you to be in the makeup room with him, wanting you to have a “first look at the wonderful makeup”. And wonderful was one way to describe it. The dark orange foundation covered his face and neck, making his smile pop out more which you loved a lot actually, but with the way his eyes were wide, the look unsettled you. His hair was bundled up underneath a wig cap, making the look more uncomforting than anything.

“Why? Can I not get a kiss? I haven’t been with you in forever, my love.” Wil said, opening his arms to inevitably wrap around you, long legs chasing after you backstage as you quickly tried to walk away from him.

“Fuck no! You look scary Wil!” You laughed at the man as he started to pick up his pace, a squeak leaving you as you started to run, apologizing to everyone you passed, but they were all laughing as well.

As you were about to turn the corner, Wilbur took the advantage of you slowing down and wrapped his arms around your waist. A small yell left your lips as he lifted you up in his arms, rounding the corner and setting you down.

He lightly pushed you up against the wall, one hand placed on the wall, helping him stay up. His other hand came up and cupped your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him. Your eyes immediately found his, pupils blown out and wide as he smirked at you.

“Really thought you had a chance huh?” The brunette softly asked, thumb softly brushing against your cheek as he leaned in closer to you. You both had totally forgotten the root on why he was chasing you in the first place, only worried about filling the space between the two.

“Maybe, or maybe I wanted you to catch me.” You whispered against his lips as his smirk faltered a bit, something new replacing his playful attitude. Wilbur cupped the back of your head as he leaned in just enough for your lips to graze each other as he spoke.

“I’ll always catch you.” He whispered, lowering his head just enough to connect your lips with his, the kiss rougher than you thought it would be but you welcomed it with open arms.

Your hands trailed up his body, feeling his stomach tense as you lightly ran your hands over it onto his chest. Wilbur bit your lip as your hands ran back down his body, toying with the hem of his sweater, hands sneaking up inside of his crewneck.

Someone cleared their throat at the other end of the hallway, abruptly causing you and Wil to pull away from each other and snap your heads towards the sound.

At the end of the hallway stood Mark, Ash and Joe, all collectively laughing or shaking their heads at the couple. You slowly hid your head in Wilbur’s chest while the man started to stand up fully, putting distance between you and the wall.

“What did we say about doing this on set? We always lose you two!” Ash exclaimed as Mark and Joe continued to laugh, leaning on the other as Wilbur smirked at the trio.

“Ok, we’re sorry, it won’t happen again. Now what can I do for you lovely gentleman?” Wilbur asked as he took your hand on his and started to walk towards the men.

“Wardrobe needs you to change and get your wig on so we can get started on shooting-“

“Hey Joe, while he does that, wanna make out?!” Mark teased the couple as Joe went into a laughing fit once more, making you roll your eyes at the two.

“I’m going to get some more coffee, have fun my love.” You kissed his cheek, a smile making its way onto his face while you walked away. “And you two are coming with me-“ you told Mark and Joe, grabbing them by their jackets and bringing them along while Ash stayed with the brunette.

“I’d go fix yourself before you do anything, bud-“ Ash whispered to the man, winking at him as he turned to catch up with the group.

“Wha- Shit…”

He was hard.

-

It’s been a good hour or two since we’ve started filming, the light blue suit against the orange skin making you cringe every time you see Wilbur, and the jokes the boys were throwing around were keeping you sane.

“Ok! We’re almost done, I just need Wilbur for one more shot and then we’re done!” Every cheered at the announcement, happy to be going home soon and out of this cramped building.

“My love, I kind of need to get up, yeah?” Wilbur asked you as he lightly squeezed your waist, snapping you out of your daze. He had a couple moments of free time so you took it upon yourself to take up as much personal space as you could, not having been near him since earlier that day.

“Hmm but do you have to?” You asked, dragging out the last few words, nuzzling your face in his neck as you clung onto him.

“It’s only one more shot, darling. And then I’m all yours, promise.” Wilbur whispered to you as he slowly lifted you up with him, setting you down in the chair he was once in. He placed a small kiss on your cheek and walked over to the empty space which was now being illuminated by lights.

“Ok this part is all you, it’s sort of a filler to put in.” The director told Wil, nodded at the man as Wilbur smiled at the band, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

You slowly got up as you walked over towards the guys, standing behind the screen which was connected to the camera, showing everything the man was doing. As the music started playing, Wilbur slowly started to spin in a circle, arms spread wide as he spun around.

“What is he doing?!” You asked, bewildered at his action, yet the guys knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Bro, why is he kicking his legs up?!” Joe wheezed out as he and Mark fell into each other. Ash followed along side them, hands on his knees as he continued to watch the man in front of him.

He looked ridiculous. Painted orange in a hideously gorgeous blue suit with a terrible bob wig on, jumping and spinning in a circle with a smile a child would have. He was having so much fun, and it made you laugh with all of them. Not because it was funny, but because you enjoyed watching him. Enjoyed seeing him have fun without the worry of the world around him, just being him in front of everyone.

“Can you believe th- hey hey! Are you ok? What happened?” Ash asked from beside you, turning his body fully to you, blocking your view of the man on the screen. As you looked up at the long haired man in your view, you quickly realized how blurry your vision is.

Fuck were you crying?

Quickly rubbing your eyes rid of any more tears, you laughed as you pressed your head into your hands. Mark and Joe had now turned their attention to you, going to talk to you guys after the director yelled ‘cut’, stopping the music and the camera.

“what in the bloody hell happened? Why are they laughing like that?” Mark asked, looking at Ash with worried eyes, yet all he got back was a shrug.

“I’m sweating my ass off in this su- what did you do?” Wilbur immediately asked the guys surrounding you, not hearing your little giggles. He immediately went over to you, gently grabbing your wrist and asking what was wrong.

“Us?! We didn’t do anything? They just started tearing up and laughing…” Ash trailed off as you pulled your hands away from your face, tears gone from your eyes as you sniffled. You looked up to see the orange face you once despised in front of you, worry ridden all over his face, making you smile up at him.

“I’m just really happy, that’s all.” You spoke aloud, making sure all of them heard you, but mostly the man in front of you. The one that you had to make sure knew.

“Are you sure that’s it? Seriously… what did they do-“

“Are you seriously still on that?!” Joe snarked at Wilbur, earning a hand swat from Wilbur, eyes still trained on you.

“They did nothing, Wil. I promise. I just got emotional seeing you like that is all.” You explained to him, making him in sigh out in relief, a smile making its way up to his own face. He bent down and set his forehead on yours, closing his eyes as he rest his hands on your cheeks, pulling you into him. He pressed a soft kiss onto your lips, both of you smiling into the sweetness.

“Oh please don’t make out again-“ Mark groaned, eyes closed as he covered Ash and Joe’s as well. You laughed at the blonde, pulling away from the kiss, making Wilbur groan.

What’s up with these men being babies?

“Har har har! You can open your eyes, we’re not that stupid.”

“I beg to differ-“

“Yeah right!”

“You guys literally had sex on the tour bus.”

They all threw out comments one by one, making you turn to Wilbur, a bashful smile on his face as he looked back down to your disappointed look. “I told you they’d hear us!”

“Oh I knew they’d hear us… I just didn’t want you to worry-“

“William!”

-

“Can we go to bed now?” You mumbled as you jumped on the bed, face planting into the pillows.

Wilbur laughed at you, setting his bag down by the closet as he made his way over to you. Sitting on the edge on the bed, he splayed one hand over your head, gently rubbing as you sank further into the mattress.

“As much as I would love to sleep right now, I desperately need a shower. I can feel the makeup sinking into my skin-“ Wilbur said, disgust in his voice as he slowly got up, slipping his shoes off as he went.

“Mmm but I’m used to it nowww!” You pouted as you turned to him, your arm reaching for him as you stayed sprawled out on the comfy comforter.

The man shakes his head at you with a smile, coming back over to you as he grabbed your hand. As he put his knee on the bed, a sudden wank on your arm shocked you, lifting you up from the comfort you had found on the built in plush.

“Nooo no please let me stay and rot!” You whined at him as he lifted you up, legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into the bathroom with him, resting you on the counter.

“Hmm… how about no? You also need a shower and I know if I don’t drag you in here with me before you sleep, you will complain to me in the morning. And as much as I love you, I don’t want that. Plus, it’s a shower with me! You get to help get this off my face-“ Wilbur pointed at his orange face, making you laugh at his statement. He had a point, you like to complain about how dirty you felt after a long day.

“Ok, ok! I’ll take a shower just for you.” You said, kissing the brunette on the lips quickly before he left you, turning the shower on and undressing. “Plus knowing you, you’ll leave half the makeup on when you walk out of the shower and feel even worse-“

“Wow- you have that little faith in me with my self care?!” Wilbur looked at you with a hurt expression, hand landing on his chest as he clutched his heart.

“Have you seen yourself shave?!” You point out the obvious as Wilbur helps you get your shirt off, pants quickly following as you hopped off the counter.

“Yeah yeah- but now I have you to help me.” His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. The bathroom started to fog with steam from the water, signaling it was ready for you two.

“That’s right… now can we please get in. I’m cold and I want to sleep.”

Season 1:

- EPISODES

“Who put me in charge of this again?!”

- “I feel rather powerful in this chair.”

“Hey siri, play ‘Criminal’ by Brittney Spears!”

- “you can inspect my bed if you want…”

“Why do I decide to stick around you idiots?”

- “oh hey guys…. help me.”

“Wait… so this started because of a book?!”

- “if he flips over, I’m gonna laugh so hard.”

“I’ve never been more gay in my life…”

- “I feel like Bob Ross-“

“Tom- I think you burned a hole in my shirt.”

Season 2:

- EPISODES

“Is this my cue to fake cry?”

- “Don’t you dare touch me-“

“You know, I could have someone’s dog in me.”

- “Elodie I don’t think this is worth it.”

“I’ve watched too many shows to die now!”

- “He can eat me, if you know what I mean!”

“Just because I was going to college to become a doctor, doesn’t mean I’m qualified for this!”

“I’m just here to make fun of you guys.”

Season 3:

- EPISODES:

“Can someone bring me a whole bottle of wine?”

“There’s no way I’m betrothed to… this!”

“You guys look ridiculous!”

“Ooo can we finally have office sex now?!”

The scheduling isn’t finalized but I was thinking every other week have a video fic out, whether that’s a main sorry boys video or a very sorry boys video associated with the last fic posted. I’ll keep updating all of you as a go and continue to make sure everything fits together.

Everyone who’s been here for a while has known how much I talk about video fics and sorry boys and wanting to make a whole series out of this. I finally caved in and did it. I realized my schedule would be open for a good while so why not strive for it now?!

I hope all of you enjoy this stupid idea I came up with and I encourage all of you to go rewatch the sorry boys… it’s pretty awesome!

Thank you,

Lilly 🫀

“I had a lot of fun tonight.”

You met him at a coffee shop.

It was a busy day in New York when you ran into him, you were already running late to be back in the office for a meeting and it didn’t make it better that the coffee shop you frequent was busier than your life. Which was surprising to say the least.

Once the barista said your order, you immediately rushed up to the counter, going to grab the cup of coffee until another hand interrupted yours. You immediately pulled away, apologizing for the confusion, looking up to see who you tried stealing from.

Your words died off as the man laughed at you, waving you off while explaining how you were in front of him and was most definitely yours, further complaining about how they need to start taking names for orders. You were still mesmerized to say anything, still observing the man in front of you.

He’s British? He has great hair, cute ears, the glasses fit him, his style is amazing. He’s at an awkward height but he’s confident with it.

“Um…. Hello? Sorry, you zoned out.” The man laughed once again after waving his hand in front of your face, snapping you back to reality.

“Shit.. no I’m sorry! I’m in a rush and wasn’t paying attention. And then I saw you and, may I just say, you are quite handsome! And it distracted me and I’m so sorry again-“

“Love! You’re ok! Take the coffee before it gets cold. It also looks like someone’s trying to call you.” Wilbur chuckled at you once more, nodding towards the device in your hand while you took the cup into your hand.

“Fuck, the meeting. Thank you so much, and I’m sorry again.” You apologized once more before walking towards the door, immediately pausing again. “Wait. Take this, my numbers at the bottom.”

The man took the card from your hand. Your name, the company you worked for and your contacts were written all over it. He smiled down at the card as he watched you rush out the door, pulling his phone out to add the number.

He’d get to that later.

-

“Yeah! Yeah I did too.” Wilbur chuckled a bit, smiling through his words, hand in yours as your other held his arm, keeping him as close to you as you could yet still leaving a comfortable distance.

Everything felt natural. The way you both joked about things, how passionate you both are about music and the things you love, the way you could care less about the people looking at you as he chased you through Time Square. All of it felt so, familiar.

You were walking back to your apartment building, his not being too far from your own, reassuring you that it was a quick walk around the block, which still didn’t help you with your nerves about him walking at night by himself in this area but, at least it’s not the subway right?

“Thank you. I appreciate that you didn’t just crumble up my business card, I usually don’t do just hand it out to random men.” You joked as you stopped in front of the door, hand staying in his as you stood in front of him now.

“Oh! So I’m a first?!” Wilbur asked, words laced with a teasing tone as he spoke, making you roll your eyes at him, lightly shove him with your own body as you walked. “I’m kidding. I’m glad I didn’t too, I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since I went to Canada to touch a random object-“

“I still need to watch that video!” You exclaimed as he groaned out, pleading that you didn’t and you’d take his word that it was as awesome as he’s making it sound.

In reality, he was nervous.

You would eventually find out and he would have to explain everything…. again. You deserve to know, yes, but he was scared. He’d been turned into the villain for how long now? And very little people actually wanted to listen to what he had to say. The inevitable was bound to happen and he didn’t want to give you up yet.

“Why can’t I watch it?! What? Is it just you fangirling over geography and whales like usual?” You laughed, joking about the idea of the video being him yapping about the same things, which he had warned you it was. But you could tell something was on his mind.

His body language changed, it was more tense and on guard, his face had dropped and his mind was elsewhere. You squeezed his hand, making him snap his head back towards you, brows furrowed as his eyes darted from meeting your own.

“Hey.. what’s wrong? Don’t tell me I weirded you out now-“

“No. No it’s not that…” The man whispered, head falling down as he stared at his shoes.

Fuck, he hated this part.

Wilbur’s hand started to shake as he tried to scourge his brain for a good way to bring it up and talk about it, yet there wasn’t one besides just blurting it out.

“Knock knock. I lost you again.” You gently spoke towards the man, stepping closer to him as you took his other hand in your hold. You waited a couple seconds to see if he would look at you like you wanted, just some sort of acknowledgement. But none came. “Look at me, please.”

The small plead snapped him back towards you, your sweet voice soothing the thoughts racing in his head for a moment, brown eyes finally meeting yours. He felt your hands squeeze his own, calming the nerves in his body as you smiled up at him.

Everything about you made him calm.

“You don’t owe me any explanation on anything. Maybe in the future if this goes any further, but that’s the future. It can wait and I’m patient. And whatever it is your mind is stuck on, i’d much rather hear your part on it before anyone else’s.” You told the man in front of you, hand sliding up his arm to cup his face in your hand, rubbing his cheek bone with your thumb.

Tears threatened to spill out of the man’s eye, quickly blinking them away before any could have the chance of slipping past. Wilbur took a deep breath, tilting his head up towards the night sky, stars barely being visible from the streetlights lining down the road. He’s spent so many nights looking at this same sky, miles across the world, hoping for something like this. Something slow and understanding, something different than what he’s gotten used to for the past 2 years.

And now he has it. And he’s praying to whatever God there is up there to let him keep this light in his life.

“Also I’ll make a deal with you.” You broke the silence again. Wilbur’s head gently snapped back down to yours, a small smile meeting his face as the sight of a smirk on yours, a look in your eyes that told him you had some sort of plan. “I don’t work tomorrow, so you can come over for dinner, under one condition.”

“And what may that be?” Wilbur looked at you with furrowed brows, hands playing with your fingers as he held onto your hands, finding comfort in the limb.

“You have to help me make some cookies afterwards!” Wilbur groaned, causing you to laugh at his descent, knowing he’d have fun once you started. “And! We need to watch at least one of your videos. I need to see the William Gold in action.”

“Do you now? You make me sound boring in person!” Wilbur said, a pout forming on his face as you laughed at his expression, quickly explaining your words.

“No no! I just, I wanna see you in your element. Whether that’s playing music for a crowd or going to a random island in Canada to see a random object. I have never met a person who can find beauty in both, and I would like to see it. I would like to see you.” You said, a slight blush rushing to your face as you swung your arm that was connected with Wil’s, nerves filling you to the brim as you waited his response.

“Well. We can watch a video for sure, and I can give you some behind the scenes details as well. And..” Wilbur grabbed your other hand that had fallen from his face in his, bringing both your hands into his own. “If this goes any further. You can come to gigs with us. And I can buy you plan tickets to Brighton to come see us practice whenever you can get off, but I get it if that’s way to soon to talk about-“

“Wil, you’re ranting again.” You laughed at the man as he shook his head, embarrassed at the call out. “But no, it’s not to soon, at least in my book. And I would love that. If this goes further.” You added, causing Wilbur to laugh as he nodded.

“Sounds good.” He whispered out to you, face leaning down further, yours reaching up as far as you could. Both of you didn’t realize what was happening and how close you both were to the other, time slowing down as you both shuffled closer to the other.

“Darling? Oh is that you?! And who’s that handsome man right there? Is this the guy?!” You both were interrupted by your neighbor, Cherry, who was an elderly women that could barely get by on payments but needed a place. She had become your maternal figure while being here for the last few years, so you figured you’d help her out.

You loved her but gosh was she nosey.

“You better get going before she starts pestering you about everything.” You said as you stepped away from Wilbur, gently pushing him away from you into the direction he needed to go.

“Goodnight, love. Thank you again for an amazing night.” Wilbur gently spoke, his words serenading you right back to him.

“No, thank you. You made me have faith in the male species again.” You joked, earning a loud laugh out of the brunette now standing a few feet away from you. The bright sound made your own smile perk up, a laugh escaping you as you took him in one more time. “See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.” Wilbur nodded, watching you bite your lip, trying desperately to contain your smile the best you could while nodding at him.

“Ok… goodnight Wil.”

“Goodnight darling.” Wil whispered once more, watching you open your door , and slip inside the old rustic building.

Wilbur sighed out in relief, not from just the reassurance but from how the night went. How well you two clicked and how easy it was to talk to the other. Wilbur was excited you brought up a second date, because lord knows he wouldn’t have, afraid you didn’t like him as much as he did you.

Taking a step back, Wilbur turned away from the building, looking both ways before crossing the street, the emptiness of them being too familiar. The cold night crept back into his coat, the warmth that had taken up his left side was now gone, making him yearn for the touch again.

“Wil! Wait!”

The words made him stutter in his step, turning back in the direction he had once come from, seeing you running towards him with a big smile on your face.

The scene from any outsider must’ve been ridiculous to watch: a man standing still while the person he was slowly falling in love with ran after him. Usually it was the other way around, but you had other plans.

Slowing down in front of him, you huffed out a laugh, a little out of breath as you both stared at each other in silence.

“You forgot something.”

Wilbur looked at you confused, hands searching his coat and pant pockets, worried he had lost his keys and phone. When he had found both, his confusion deepened, starting to think you had actually gone insane.

You laughed at the man’s actions, shaking your head at him as you cupped the side of his face, leaning up on your toes as you pecked his cheek, lips lingering on his skin for a moment before pulling away.

Your hand stayed in its place as you looked up at him, smile still planted on your face as you saw his cheeks flare up.

“Goodnight Will.” You finally said, running back to your apartment, Cherry’s cheers echoing off the buildings as you shushed her, hurriedly opening your door and closing it, making the man snap back to where he was.

His hand came up to his cheek, fingers gently pressing against the place your soft lips once were with a smile.

“Goodnight, mon cher.”