A/N: Female self insert Wilford Warfstache one shot containing sexual content. Read at your own risk!
Cravings
It was late when your stomach began to growl, reminding you that it had been a while since your last meal. You were up in your room, watching Netflix by yourself in your pajamas. You were craving something sweet; ice cream sounded particularly good to you. So you paused your show and got up off of your bed, pulling down your shorts which had ridden up a little.
Your pajama collection ranged from giant t shirts and baggy pajama pants to things more like what you were wearing now: a thin tank top and booty shorts that barely covered you. You usually only wore the latter in your room. There was a bathroom directly connected to it that was only yours, so you didn't have to worry about anyone else seeing too much of you once you were in your room for the night. But it was late, you weren't sure if anyone else was up, and you didn't feel like covering up before going downstairs or even putting on a bra. So you crept out the door as is, desperate for a sweet treat to satisfy your cravings.
When you got downstairs, the coast seemed to be clear. You didn't see any of your roommates, and most of the lights were off except for a couple lamps. You tiptoed into the kitchen and quietly opened up the freezer, grabbing some strawberry ice cream as well as some fresh strawberries from the fridge and some whipped cream.
You began scooping and preparing your bowl of late night dessert, and you jumped a little when you heard a voice behind you.
"I didn't know you were still up, y/n!"
It was Wilford, one of your roommates. He was quite an interesting personality. He talked with an accent and often slurred his words as if he was drunk even when he was stone cold sober. He had a flamboyant fashion sense and could pretty much always be seen wearing pink to match his mustache. He was a very outgoing and flirty guy, often admiring you. You laughed along with him and let him make his comments, but you never really made a move, and neither did he. He was a great friend, but you didn't see him in a romantic or sexual way. At least, not until now.
When you spun around in surprise, you were greeted by the vision of Wil wearing pink pajama pants but no shirt. His body was... well, incredible. You had never really seen him shirtless before. And the way his hair was kinda messy at the moment, in the sexiest way... what the hell was wrong with you? Never in your life had you ever thought of him in this way, and you had been living together for months.
"Yeah, I've just been watching stuff in my room. I had a craving for something sweet, so..." you replied, motioning towards your bowl.
"Of course! I'm craving something sweet myself. Mind leaving that stuff out?"
He came up to the counter and stood next to you, grabbing his own bowl and beginning to scoop out his own serving when you handed the scoop over to him. He was standing so close, his shoulder brushing up against yours every so often.
You finished fixing up your bowl before him, but before you could sneak away to the island in the center of the kitchen and have a seat at one of the stools tucked underneath it to eat, Wil opened his mouth and squeezed some of the Reddi Whip directly into it.
"Want some?" he offered.
"I've got some on my ice cream, thanks," you replied.
"Oh, come on. It's good by itself, too! Open up."
You gave in and he squeezed some into your mouth. A little got on your chin, which he wiped up with his finger that he then sucked clean.
"Are those pajamas new? I've never seen you wear them," Wilford realized, very obviously looking you up and down. You noticed his eyes wandering a little at your chest. You looked down and realized your nipples were quite visible through the fabric.
"Oh, um...no, they're not new. I just don't usually wear them around the house," you stuttered, holding your arm in front of your chest to cover up.
"You should wear them more often," Wilford smiled. You sat down at the island to eat and he sat next to you, leaving hardly any space between the two of you. You both were silent for a couple minutes, enjoying your sweet snack.
"Well, my craving has been satisfied, I think," you decided as you got up and took your empty bowl to the sink.
"Mine hasn't been," Wilford admitted, joining you at the sink. You caught him checking out your butt before his eyes met yours again. You also noticed a bit more of a bulge in his pajama pants than you had before.
"Maybe you should have some more ice cream," you suggested, trying to keep your eyes on his face instead of his body.
"I don't know. I had something else in mind," he revealed, stepping closer so you were pinned up against the counter.
"Like what?" you wondered, although you had a good guess as to what his answer might be.
"You."
"Wil, I'm not interested in being more than friends with you..." you began.
"This would just be sex. Really, really great sex. We don't have to be more than friends," he clarified.
"Wilford..."
"Y/n. Please. I'm craving your body like you were craving that ice cream. I'm absolutely dying to know how you taste."
Wil leaned in closer, placing gentle kisses down your neck. He grabbed a strap of your tank top and your heart raced, but he merely slid it out of the way so he could kiss your shoulder, too.
His lips made their way back up to your neck, to your chin, and then his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips, indicating that he wanted to kiss you. Something about him was intoxicating to you right then, so you gave in and pressed your lips against his.
You let his tongue in, both of you tasting the remnants of strawberry flavor from the ice cream. You ran your fingers through his soft hair, enjoying every moment of the kiss. You felt his boner pressing up against your leg slightly, and you began to imagine how it might feel inside you or in your mouth...
"Come upstairs with me, y/n. I'll make it worth your while," Wilford promised. You were currently so infatuated with him, and you could feel your panties getting wet from fantasizing, so you agreed.
Wilford snatched the can of whipped cream and pulled you up the stairs, leading you to his bedroom.
Once inside, he tossed the can of whipped cream onto his bed and picked you up, his hands cupping your ass and his soft lips on yours. He laid you down on his bed and climbed on top of you, his eyes undressing you.
"What's the whipped cream for?" you asked as he looked at you hungrily.
"For fun," he grinned. He sprayed a little dollop of it onto your neck, then began sucking it off, using his teeth a little to give you love bites. You let out a bit of a moan, loving the feeling of him sucking hickeys onto your tender skin.
"Where else should we use this?" Wilford inquired, shaking the can a little. You pulled your tank top off and gave him a better view, and his hands immediately went to your breasts, rubbing and squeezing and kneading them. He teased your nipples with his fingers, making them hard. Then he covered them in whipped cram and sucked it off of them, taking his time and making you moan even more.
"Your turn," you said, pushing him down onto his back. You squeezed whipped cream all down his torso and licked it seductively off of his abs, making sure to stick your ass up in the air and give him bedroom eyes as you did.
"I thought you weren't interested in me," Wilford chuckled as you tugged at the waistband of his pants.
"I thought I wasn't either. But it turns out you're actually really fucking hot," you decided. He lifted his hips so you could pull down his pants, and as it turned out, he wasn't even wearing underwear. His erection sprang free, nice and thick and above average in length.
You had to admit that the whipped cream was a good idea. It made giving blow jobs a lot more fun. You covered him in whipped cream and made sure to lick every bit of it off, swirling your tongue around him and giving him eye contact. Then you took his entire length down your throat, bobbing your head and fondling him.
"Mmmm that's good. You're fucking incredible, y/n..." Wilford moaned, bucking his hips slightly. "But I do still want to know how you taste, and I want you to feel good too."
You took your lips off of him and he pushed you down onto your back. You lifted yourself up so he cold pull down your shorts and he tossed them carelessly to the side. He slid his hand down your panties and felt how wet you were, plunging a finger inside you to pleasure you. He slowly added another finger and pumped faster and you were disappointed when he removed them. He licked his fingers clean when he did.
"You taste so sweet. I want more," Wilford said. "And judging by how wet your cute little pussy is, it seems like you do too."
You nodded and pulled your underwear down, opening your legs so he could get his head between them. His mustache tickled you as he swirled his tongue around your clit, tugging and sucking and making you feel amazing. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he went down on you, letting him know that he was doing a great job. He ate you out as if he might never have another meal again, and you definitely weren't complaining. Soon enough you could feel a climax beginning to build as his tongue worked its magic.
As you got close you tried not to move too much; you didn't want to mess him up. But you were also dying for an orgasm and starting to lose more and more control of your body the closer you got to one. Your legs shook and you moved your hands to the mattress so you could dig your fingertips into something without worrying about being too rough on him.
"Wil, I'm gonna cum!" you warned him, and your back arched as an overwhelming feeling of euphoria rushed through your body. You could feel your walls contracting as you released onto his tongue, and he gave you a moment to catch your breath before he climbed on top of you.
"Think you can handle a little more?" Wilford inquired, lining himself up with your entrance.
"I know I can," you promised.
You wrapped your legs around Wil as the thrusted into you, his fingers rubbing your already sensitive clit. The angle allowed him to go deep, which was wonderful for both of you.
"You feel so fucking good, y/n," Wilford mumbled, trying to keep his composure. But you could tell by his grunts and moans that he wasn't going to last very long, and neither were you.
It didn't take long at all for you to climax a second time, his name escaping your lips as you did. That made him weak, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! You want a taste?"
You nodded, still recovering from your own orgasm.
"Open your mouth," he demanded, and you did as you were told. He pulled out and came onto your tongue like you had onto his. It was a little messy, but worth it. You didn't mind the taste, and you licked off what had slightly missed your mouth.
Once you both had recovered, caught your breath, and gotten cleaned up and dressed, you decided it was time to get back to your own room and go to bed. You were exhausted after all that.
"You weren't lying about the really, really great sex," you laughed. "But I better get to bed."
"Same time tomorrow night?" Wilford proposed, looking hopeful.
"Fuck it. Same time tomorrow night. And don't eat all of that whipped cream! We're going to need it," you winked.