Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Work Pt 2

William x reader smut

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"You want me?" He asks.

You turn red, holding onto his arms. You nod. "Yes, sir.."

"Then have me.."

You feel butterflies in your stomach, your body trying it's best to not go weak.

You shake your head, shifting and standing up from his lap.

"W-Wait.. I just.. this happened so fast I don't understand.." you say.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"You like me, I like you, I want you, I need you.. I need you doll, please."
He pleaded as he reached up, grabbing your wrist.

He pulled you back onto his lap. You then straddled him, nervously holding onto his chest.

"Please." He muttered.

You bit your lip, shifting on his lap as you rock your hips slightly.

He grunted in response, holding your hips and guiding you a bit.

"That's it, dear." He groaned.

You smiled to yourself before you'd started grinding down onto him. You leaned in, sealing your lips with his.

He kissed back, running a hand into your hair and tangling his fingers in it. His other hand reached down and grabbed onto your ass. You let out a small squeak, not expecting his actions.

You keep grinding down, feeling him get hard rather quickly underneath you. You started feeling pleasure emit up from your core as your crotch collided with his.

You shift, straddling just one of his legs and practically riding his thigh. You gasp out, holding onto him. He chuckled, holding you steady.

"That a girl..." he cooed.

"Hm.. sir?" You whine out.

He looked at you, "yes dear?"

"S-So.. you aren't mad at me?"

He chuckled, grabbing your hips and lifting you up. He'd laid you onto his desk behind you and stood between your legs. His hands placed on either side of your head now as he hovered over you.

"No, doll.. I'm not mad, not one bit."

You smile, holding onto the desk underneath you.

You realized your new position and blushed.

You'd reached a hand up, running it down his chest.

William responded by standing up straight and beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt.

"Why don't you be a good girl and undress for me, yeah?" He cooed out.

You nod frantically, sitting up on the desk slightly and tossing your shirt over your head. You pause, laying back down.

William looked at you, tossing his shirt down onto the ground. He reached down and undid your bra, throwing it somewhere.