Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Sensitive

smut. William x Reader. You give him a hand job after finding out his scars are sensitive basically.

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William had hardly ever been acknowledged by a woman. Nevertheless kissed, touched, or fucked, by one.

Whether it was his scary aura, or questionable behavior; women tended to stay away from the man.

So as you, his girlfriend of a few months now, sat next to him on the couch, he had no idea what he should be doing right now.

You held onto his hand, tracing invisible shapes on his forearm. You leaned your head on your shoulder, the only noise filling the room was the sound of the tv and your soft breaths.

You brought you ringer to the scar circled around his wrist.

"Hey, will.. you never quite told me about your scars." You say, breaking the silence.

William looked down, kissing your head gently in the process, "oh dear.. they're uh, from an accident in my old work place.." he said, brushing it off.

You hum though, grabbing his wrist gently. But as you grabbed his wrist, your finger tips hovered over his scarred skin, causing him to moan out slightly.

"A-Ahh-" he muttered.

He then sat in silence, shutting his mouth and clasping a hand over it.

"I-I'm sorry- I-" you choke on your words as you try to muster up an apology.

He shook his head, grabbing you carefully and pulling you into his lap. "N-No it's alright, they're just.. sensitive." He whispered the last part.

You look at him, raising an eyebrow. But then you shift, sitting up in his lap and straddling him slightly.

"Sensitive?" You ask, leaning in.

He nodded, looking away.

You brought a hand up to his neck, where his scars could be seen as well. You trace them with your finger tip, feeling and hearing as his breath hitched. He stared at you, wide eyed.

You bit your lip before darting down, nuzzling your face into the crook of his head.

"W-Wait.. y/n..." he mumbled, grabbing onto your hips.

You kiss his neck, your lips placing against his skin delicately. He gasped, his head tilted and giving you more access as a response.

You giggle, your finger subconsciously tracing over his scares as you continued to kiss up and down his neck.

William with a mess, his breathing was heavy, his head thrashing back slightly, his legs that twitched.

You slid a hand up his shirt and traced the prominent scars that littered his torso.

Then he moaned out again. He bucked his hips against yours, a feeling of ecstasy shot through his veins...

And straight to his-

You pull back, looking down.

You giggle, shifting. You cupped Williams jaw.

"Baby, I didn't know you could get so worked up so easily," you tease.

He chuckled nervously, looking away slightly. "Yeah.. n-neither did I." And he wasn't completely lying.

Surely he lost almost all control.

But it was you that was touching his most sensitive areas right now. Excluding his...

"I think this is the first time I've seen you like this." You say, running a hand down his chest.