Wilbur seductively picks up his guitar and hits you round the arse with it. You make a noise. It's good I think.
Then he undressed himself. You see his Gucci underwear, bought from the low income of YouTube.
Your mouth starts to heat up as you blush brighter and brighter.
Your chest tightens in anticipation...
It turns out you're having a heart attack and die.
The end.
Ravens3lite helped me with the idea for this.
Yes, this is a trollfic.
I'd never write an 'x reader'
Goodbye