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You’d just gotten home from work when you began to wonder where your roommate was. Typically Wilbur would be in the living room watching some sad romantic comedy or binging food in the kitchen, but instead, the apartment was relatively silent. Sighing, you placed down your bag and headed to the kitchen, finding a spare container of pasta in the fridge. Tweets flashed before your eyes as you ate, scrolling through Twitter as you tried to unwind from another stressful day in retail. Some customers made you honestly question if murder was alright. Thankfully, you fought off the urge to strangle them and made it through your entire shift, ending up at home for a night of relaxation.
A spa night was planned ahead of you since, despite the horrid day, you still had a lot of energy pent up from standing behind the cash register all day. Images of a bubble bath and lingerie and red wine and cozy blankets filled your mind as you washed the empty container in the sink and left it to dry.
The apartment wasn’t that large, though thankfully it had two separate bedrooms. God, it would be extremely awkward if you and Wilbur had to share a room; he’d always given weird vibes. He always seemed polite and overly accommodating whenever you two interacted, though it was as if you could feel his eyes burning holes into your back. You walked through the small kitchen and living room toward the two small bedrooms that were across from each other. Your door was slightly ajar, which was odd because you almost always left it closed in the mornings when you leave for work. Wilbur’s, however, was completely closed and a soft noise was coming from it… the heater, maybe? No, it was more uneven and not mechanical. Shaking your head, you tried to ignore it. Who knew what was going on in there; it didn’t matter to you. Nothing was getting in the way of your spa night.
Well, that turned out to not be true. After shedding your clothes and trading them for a white, silk robe, you opened your drawers to find that the black lingerie set that you’d intended to wear after your bath was missing. The only problem is that you hadn’t worn it in weeks; not since the last time that you hooked up with that one guy across town. Meaning somebody must’ve taken it.
Wilbur.
Hissing to yourself, you stormed out of your room. You didn’t even bother to knock before barging into the young man’s room.
“Wilbur, where the fuck is- Wilbur? ”
The man stared up at you with wide eyes, pausing his hand that was wrapped around his own leaking cock. He didn’t let go, though, and in his other hand was… your lingerie.
“y/n,” he breathed, inching upward against the frame of his bed, which was really just the wall. “y/n, I can explain.”
“You’re jacking off to my fucking lingerie,” you exploded, racing up beside him and snatching the black lace out of his hand. “That’s the explanation, you fucking pervert.”
As if the situation couldn’t have gotten any worse, he moaned. He closed his eyes briefly and let out the softest moan, all because you degraded him.
Was it wrong to say it turned you on?
Internally, you smiled, realizing there was a way to get revenge for him ruining your spa night. You stared down at him sprawled out on his bed, not even bothering to grab a blanket to cover himself. In fact, he was discreetly trying to rub himself with his thumb on the side where you couldn’t see, his eyes focusing dangerously high on the hem of your short, silk robe. Scoffing, you pulled the fabric closer to your skin.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” you spat, looming closer to the side of his bed. If he got any closer, then he’d have a direct view up your robe. You allowed him to make the choice. To your disappointment, he didn’t budge from his spot. “Go ahead, fucking jack off in front of me. You probably were thinking of it, hoping I’d find you here with my shit, you bastard.”
Wilbur did just that, dragging his hand up and down his length, incomprehensible words lingering on his lips. Setting your jaw, you leaned over him, not bothering to adjust the neckline of your robe that was beginning to slip open.
“Tell me what you were thinking of,” you hissed, grabbing his jaw so that his eyes snapped onto yours. “What were you imagining before I barged in?”
“I…”
“Go on, use your words, Will,” you leered, feeling his hot stare on your cleavage. “You’re a big boy.”
“I was thinking of how you looked before you went to that guy’s place a few weeks ago,” he admitted with rushed words. “I was spying on you when you were getting ready in the bathroom. God, you looked so good and that guy didn’t deserve you, he was probably just some douchebag who was using you-”
“ Nobody deserves me,” you laughed. “Least of all you. I used him for sex, not the other way around.”
His face paled as you stood up and stalked around the room, opening drawers to find various pieces of underwear and other clothing that you’d thought you had lost.
“I assumed you took these,” you huffed, tossing them to the floor. “So, do all of these have cum stains in them?”
His mouth gaped, his hand momentarily leaving his cock to drag up his happy trail. “I’m sorry…”
“ Answer me .”
“Yes,” he sputtered, a blush spreading across his entire face. “All of them. Please don’t leave, I know this is a shock but you’re so amazing and I don’t want to lose you-”
“First of all,” you interrupted, spinning to face him. “It doesn’t matter what you want. Second, I know you’ve been watching me.”
“You have?”
“I’m not an idiot,” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Get off the bed. Now.”
He scrambled off immediately, finally gaining the shame to cover his cock with his hands shyly, which made you roll your eyes as you stepped forward, brushing a hand along his jawline.
“So you like me,” you asked softly, staring at those soft lips that were ever so slightly parted.
“Yes,” he whispered. “So much.”
“And you’d do anything for me?”
“For you, yes.”
You loomed an inch from his lips, letting him feel your hot breath against his. Then, you pulled back. You climbed onto his bed, ignoring how gross the sheets felt, long overdue for a wash. Glancing over at the stunned man, you let your fingers loosen your robe.
“Then come here and make me feel good.”
Wilbur sharply inhaled, brushing a hand lightly through his curly hair. A moment later, he surged forward, climbing onto the bed before you. His cock twitched with anticipation but you just shook your head.
“Mouth and hands only, darling,” you purred, undoing the robe fully. His eyes fell onto your body, all the skin so perfect in his eyes, so stunning and mesmerizing. From your collarbone down to your thighs, you looked perfect. He was practically drooling by the time you snapped your fingers. “Get to it.”
He dove down between your legs, propping them up onto his shoulders before tentatively poking with his tongue, spreading the folds out with his slender fingers. He was never the most charming with women, so he’d never gotten too much experience with women, but his only saving grace was that he’d done lots of research. Taking a shuddering breath as he inhaled your scent, he began to flick his tongue over your clit. His entire body shuddered as you gasped, your head falling back onto the pillows. That one reaction seemed to propel him to continue, pushing his long tongue all the way inside you. As he continued to suck and flick your clit with his tongue, he began to use his fingers to slowly stretch you out, savoring each taste. Even if he wanted to stop for a breath, which he didn’t, he couldn’t due to your hand gripping his head and holding him down between your legs.
Your thighs gripped his head as he relentlessly ate you out, your moans becoming more sultry than the last. After long minutes of a surprising amount of pleasure, you let him up for air. He gasped and rose up to stare at you wondrously.
“y/n,” he said in awe, his eyes wide and pleading for more You could see how red and throbbing his cock was between his own legs. “Please…”
Rolling your eyes, you nodded, spreading your legs wider. “Come here, lover boy.”
He shuffled forward, aligning himself with his brows knitted together. Small beads of sweat had begun to form on his forehead, making his hair stick to his pale skin. Slowly, he pushed in, groaning as the warmth enveloped his cock. His eyes closed briefly, throwing his head back to savor the moment.
“It’s good when you can actually get some, huh,” you smirked, moaning softly. “Now fuck me already.”
He needed no more persuasion, leaning forward to press his hands into the mattress on either side of your head as he began to thrust wildly, not caring for a steady pace nor a consistent force. Instead, he just began to chase his own release, panting heavily over your own face. You moaned loudly, rocking in rhythm with the lean man above, who seemed lost in the pleasure. A growl escaped from his lips, almost begging to be allowed to lose control, as if he wasn’t already. He stared down at you in silent question, begging once again. Smiling through moans, you nodded again.
“Go wild,” you cried out, wincing as he slammed into you. “Fuck!”
His lips curled as he wrapped a hand around your throat, the other going to your stomach. He pressed down on your abdomen, right where his cock was sliding in and out of you with no mercy. The pressure made his cock apparent, an outline of his absurdly long member thrusting in and out. His long nails dug into your skin while he pressed, making red marks all over your stomach as he readjusted where he held you. You gasped for breath but he didn’t give in, continuing to search for his release.
“All mine,” he groaned. “Finally mine. Fuuckkk.”
You moaned loudly at the words, loving the attention he gave you, the praise and the worship. You let him think you were his, just for a few more minutes. Let him believe the lie before you snatch it right back. You did just that and sure enough, his hips began to stutter more noticeably, his breath going ragged. After one final thrust, he came deep inside you, groaning as tried to breed you, unaware you religiously took birth control.
He hunched over you, refusing to pull out for a long moment, his lips grazing hungrily over your collarbone. You let him pant, biting at your perfect skin, your perfect body, your perfect everything in his eyes. Thirty seconds later, however, right as he pulled out, letting the cum spill out of you, you twisted. You flipped both of you over, pinning him onto his back as he stared up at you with surprise.
“It’s my turn,” you told him, re-aligning himself with your cunt. Dropping down onto his cock, you began to bounce up and down, sliding out of your robe and letting it fall onto his legs. With a spare hand, you rubbed your clit, searching for your own climax. Wilbur whined breathlessly beneath you, conflicted by the overstimulation and the sight of you fucking him on his cock. You were a whore in his eyes, a marvelous, beautiful whore that was all his. Moaning pornographically, you relished in the incel gaze, seeing your own orgasm right around the corner. Bolting like a gazelle, you chased it. Wilbur gasped as you caught it, your cunt spasming around his cock, contracting to give him one last milking. As you squirted all over his chest, he came a moment later into you once again, his face contorted with pain and pleasure.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Holy fuck, pleaseeee.”
Taking mercy on him, you stopped your movements and pulled off his cock, letting it rub against your stomach as you laid on top of him. You both could feel his seed leaking out of your cunt and onto his thighs, which felt like heaven to him to know that it was him that did that to you. You just nipped at his lip, pressing a heavy kiss onto his lips at last.
“Good boy,” you murmured. “You did well.”
“Thank you,” he gasped, his soft member somehow pulsing between you two. Maybe it was just his heartbeat. “Fuck.”
“Was that your first time,” you asked slyly. Slowly, he nodded. “Good job for an amateur.”
He blushed beneath you, staring up into your lust-filled eyes. “You’re amazing.”
“I get that a lot.”
“Let me worship you,” he begged. “Please don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” you lied, unsure of what you’d end up doing after this. It was wrong, incredibly so, to egg on a stalker, but he gave you so much attention and you thrived in it… you’ll consider staying, maybe . “Now let’s get you into a bath. You ruined my spa night, but I’ll consider letting you enjoy it with me.”
“I already have,” he breathed, closing his eyes momentarily. “So much.”
“I know, I know.”