| Confessing To An Obsessing | William Afton X Reader |

| Chapter nine

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ lovely lust .ೃ࿐
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WARNING WARNING 10X : SMUT

William's POV.

I found myself unable to finish my paperwork, my mind distracted by an uncomfortable throbbing sensation between my legs. The frustration was mounting, and I gripped my pen tightly, only to have it snap in my hand and splatter ink all over my desk and papers.

"Ugh, seriously?!" I groaned, slamming my fist onto the desk in anger. The ink dripped down the desk, making an irritating sound that only added to my annoyance.

I grabbed some paper towels and tried to clean up the mess, but it only made things worse. The ink smudged and smeared, ruining my work even further. "This is just great," I muttered to myself, feeling more and more agitated by the second.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, reminding myself that getting angry wouldn't solve anything. I made a mental note to clean up my messy desk and get some fresh air to clear my head. Hopefully, that would help me get back on track with my work.

I left my office, my hands buried deep in my pockets as I tried to conceal the throbbing sensation in my crotch. I hoped I wouldn't run into anyone as I made my way to the supply closet. I must have looked like a complete mess.

As I reached for the doorknob, I heard a familiar voice call out to me. "Oh, hi Mr. Afton!" It was the girl I had a crush on, and her cheerful voice filled the hallway.

I turned around slowly, still trying to hide my discomfort.

Y/N's POV.

I looked at my boss, waiting for him to reply. As we stood there in silence, I took the opportunity to take in his appearance. He looked like he had been through a lot. His hair was disheveled, and he had ink on his face. He looked like a mess.

I couldn't help but notice that his sleeves were rolled up, revealing arms covered in ink. "What happened?" I asked, concerned.

I glanced down towards where the gauze on his hands began and noticed a bulge in his pants. I squinted my eyes slightly, trying to figure out if he was actually having a boner. It couldn't be, could it?

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see who was coming in. It was another colleague, and I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness of the situation alone.

I apologize for any confusion. Here's a revised version of the message:

"Lo!" I exclaimed as they walked towards me and William. "What's up, guys? I'm bored. Mind if I join you?"

Lo's eyes suddenly widened as they noticed a bulge in William's pants. "Do you have a boner?" they asked, staring at him.

I quickly interjected, "Lo, that's not appropriate. Please don't stare. It's humiliating for him."

Lo seemed to realize their mistake and started to walk away, but then I threw my shoe at them. The shoe hit Lo's neck and it emitted a loud snap.

"Fuck, my neck!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Afton, I'm so sorry," I said as I squeezed past him to get to the things I needed. I shuffled around a bit, trying to find what I was looking for. "Thanks for your patience."

Little did Y/N know.. Breezing your tits against an aroused man isn't the best thing to do.

Third person POV.

After Y/N had left, William closed the door and sat down, trying to shift into a comfortable position in the tiny room. He locked the door for privacy and took a deep breath, trying to relax.

he spat on his hand and started rubbing the base of his cock, earning small grunts in which he tried to hide by biting the bottom of his lip.

Unbeknownst to William, Y/N was walking down the hallway not too far away from him while he locked the door to the supply closet a little too hastily. Being the curious girl she is, she dropped the stuff she was holding to attempt to clean a pizza stain in the arcade and quietly skedaddled to the supply closet to investigate."

from the other side of the door, it was becoming much more harder  to quiet himself as he picked up the pace— It was torture, but he liked that. In his messy attempt to try to decipher a thought in his head, he let a moan slip out; And he quickly slapped his hand over his mouth
"Mhhn.."
His messy, jumbled thoughts shifted into those of Y/N, and he couldn't help but to think dirty thoughts about her while he was  jacking off.
"Mfh.. Y/N, dear.."

Y/N's mouth hung open in disbelief as she couldn't even begin to process what William had just said. "No way," she muttered to herself. She quickly got up and ran down the same hallway she had just come from, quickly snatching the stuff she had dropped on her way.

William stopped for just a quick second after he thought he heard footsteps. But after listening, he shrugged it off  and started going at an inhuman pace.

He could feel himself reaching climax, and before he knew it, the cum spurted all over his hand. "Unghf!" He moaned, a wave of relief washing over him. He quickly grabbed paper towels and started wiping his hand off— Luckily, nothing had come onto the floor. . He zipped up his flyer and buckled his belt, before trying to fix his hair so he'd look more composed.

Y/N'S POV.

I hurried back to Aria, who had been waiting for 15 minutes. "Where were you? The stain already dried so it's gonna be like 10x harder to get out," she complained.

"Sorry... um. I had to fix... something," I coughed, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. I was really hoping I didn't hear what I thought I heard.

"Yeah, that's fine. What'd you have to fix?" she questioned, intrigued.

I looked at her before completely losing my composure, breathing out a shaky breath. I internally panicked, not knowing what to say. "I-uhf. Hwikiima... hwikaimwajermsifftome..." was all I could get out of my mouth.

"I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat?" She replied, confused and worried at my disheveled look.

"Nothing! I said I can get this pizza stain! You just go on now!" I hastily replied, sitting down on my knees and searching through the assortment of items I had grabbed.

"Good. 'Cause I wasn't planning on doing it. Catch ya later, N/N!" she said, walking away.

"Yeah... see you, Aria," I mumbled, going back to getting rid of this pizza stain. As I scrubbed the stain, my mind was racing. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Was it true? Did William really moan that? I couldn't stop thinking about it, and my hands were shaking as I tried to focus on getting the stain out. After a few minutes, I still hadn't managed to get it out, and my mind was still reeling. I knew I had to talk to William about it, but I didn't know how to bring it up without making things awkward between us.