It's Just Us, Love [William Afton x Male Reader]

four

WARNING!! SLIGHT SMUT!!

Fear and adrenaline flowed through my veins. I didn't have enough strength to find William off, but maybe I could say something that could knock some sense into him.

William shifted his grip and pinned me against the wall. The knife was still in his hand.

I struggled to breathe. My neck hurt a lot.

This is why I never wanted to get close to anyone. The last relationship that I was in 6 years ago ended in tragedy, and I don't want the same thing to happen again.

"This-! is why-!" It hurt to talk. "Your marriage- is dead-!!"

Williams grip grew tighter around my neck and I felt the tip of the knife scratching against my torso.

"You will not say anything of that kind!" William spat, smiling at the poor sight of me.

Blood oozed down my torso. There were no deep cuts, but there were many.

Knock knock knock.

The mailman knocked at the door, waiting for somebody to answer. William let go and I gasped for air. The world around me turned black for a second before returning to normal.

I stumbled over to the door and opened it. I grabbed the scarf sitting on the clothes hanger and put it around my neck.

"What can I do for you-" I was interrupted by an immense pain in my throat. William must've bruised my vocal cords...

"I just need you to sign this real quick," the mail man said. "And your ID to confirm that you are over 21."

This is just what I needed. I ordered some beer a few days ago. This must be it.

I signed the paper and handed him my ID before grabbing the package. As soon as I got inside, my vision blurred and I found myself on the ground.

I woke up to 3 doctors looking at me, Henry, Addison, and...

William...

I opened my mouth to speak but the doctors hushed me.

"Your vocal cords need to heal," the doctor said. "We just did a small surgery to help the healing process."

I lifted my hand to my throat, feeling bandages all around.

"We will look after the healing process for tonight and you will be free to leave tomorrow." The doctor instructed. "I have some patients I need to attend to, so we'll give you guys some time alone."

As soon as the doctors left, I was bombarded with questions as if I could answer them.

"What happened??"

"Do you feel alright??"

I pointed to the bandage on my throat, which was enough to remind Henry and Addison that I couldn't speak.

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I flopped onto my bed, sighing happily. I was finally allowed to take those stupid, uncomfortable bandages off.

William had been looking after me for the past 4 days. I was very uncomfortable, but Addison pushed it, and I couldn't muster up the courage to tell her what happened.

I mean hey, what could I have said? Oh the jot British guy that I have a major crush on is a suspected serial killer and a sadist? I don't think so...

William has been surprisingly kind to me over the past few days. Almost as if he was trying to make up for that one day.

When I took the bandage off in the mirror, there was no sign of bruising anymore. The only thing left was a very small scar where they must've done the surgery.

I ran out of the bathroom with excitement to show William my now finally unbandaged and healed neck.

"Look!" I said, pointing to my neck, "It's gone!"

William walked over to me. Way closer than I was comfortable with. I froze and my face turned slightly pink.

He leaned in close to my ear. My breath quickened.

"We could celebrate that, you know." He whispered seductively into my ear. "I can tell you crave it. The wanting look in your eyes whenever you see couples close together, the sex toys buried in your closet..."

"W-why were you looking at that stuff! I-" I stuttered, thinking he was gonna make fun of me for being into gay shit.

"I'm bisexual, love," William smirked. "Was it not obvious?"

"I don't think-" I was cut off by William.

"Why not? I crave it since my wife left me, you crave it for your reasons, so why not? We're just doing each other a favor, you could say."

William put his finger under my chin and lifted it up till we made eye contact. My face went from pink to bright red when I saw his smirk.

Without warning, he grabbed my waist and kissed me aggressively. A tiny moan escaped my mouth.

What's the worst that could happen...? I thought, hesitating. If I had sex with a serial killer...?

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