Dream SMP Oneshots

wilbur-short skirts

Plot: Y/N wears a short skirt and thigh high socks and Wilbur can't get over how adorable she looks. (Thick thighs save lives, Ami right?)

A/N: I won't be writing Karl Oneshots too Much, but I will still include him in my preferences.

I groan at the thought of getting up.

Wilbur and I were snuggling and we had slept together, so his body heat was keeping me cozy.

I stare at the ceiling, then down at Wilbur.

Damn it, he looked so cute when he was asleep.

I didn't want to wake him up, so I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Pinterest for outfit inspiration until he woke up.

"Good morning, darling." He says, itching his eyes.

"Good morning." I say, setting my phone on the side table.

Wilbur sits up in his spot, and I do too.

He slips out of bed, and takes off his shirt.

I blush, and he notices.

"Darling, so you like me without a shirt(😏)?" He says.

I look at him, my face heating up as I ruffle through my hair.

"I-" Wilbur cute me off by picking me up, wedding style (I think that's what it's called??).

"Wilbur!" I say, through laughs.

He throws me on the couch, and leaves me there so he can go change.

I walk to my personal bedroom, where I open my closet.

I look at the jeans and t-shirt I could wear.

Then I look at the pleated skirt and thigh-high socks.

I slip them on, and match a random shirt with it.

I look in the mirror.

My thighs looked squishy, and my cheeks were still red.

I brushed my hair, and walked back into Wilbur's room, where he was now just putting on a belt.

He looks at me, flustered.

I look back at him and blush.

"You look so cute-" he says, heating up.

"Thank you, babe." I say, smiling.

He grabs me by the waist.

I could feel his hands resting on my thighs, which made me blush.

"You look so f*cking adorable.." he says, although his face is planted into my hair, so his speech is muffled.

I rake my fingers through his hair (if you wouldn't be able to reach, just imagine you grab the back of his shirt) and hum.

"Now can we snuggle?" I say, pulling away from his grip.

"Yes, darling." He says, smiling at me.

We lay down on the couch, and he lays on my thighs (if that image makes sense) and has his hand up my shirt, rubbing it.