𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

IM NOT DEAD 😧

( ^^^ Your reaction to me actually posting)I'm not dead😧 I just disappeared for like ever... anywho finally giving you the chapter you deserve enjoy luvs heh also this is the sequel 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? :> Enjoy the long-awaited chapter <3

RECAP!!
You went to a masquerade ball and met a beautiful man by the name of William, you dance with him and the two of you talk and blah blah the announcer says the ball is over you sad knowing you might not see Will again. (This sounds like me summarizing a paragraph I read 💀 aka its ass also bc I haven't written in a long time this may or may not be total booty cheeks )

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With that dreaded call from the announcer, you knew your night of mystery and romance was done. William squeezed your hand. Knowing you wouldn't get to know who you had just spent the night with made your heartthrob. Before you hoped to have a night where you need not worry about who you danced with or had drinks with. However now you were disappointed. With a small smile, William left. You wanted to chase after him, or perhaps simply grab ahold of his suit and plead for him not to leave. Yet you knew you'd be pushing it. You didn't know if he wanted the same, he could've been here for the same reason. To not worry about who anyone is. The crowd became lesser and soon you were left alone, back to how things always have been.
"Y/n! So sorry for my late appearance!" Chris chuckled softly. ( Chris is the host of the ball)"Glad you're still here, I was hoping we could have a few drinks and catch up." he pointed to the bar.

"As tempted as I am, I have work tomorrow perhaps another time?" You felt bad denying his offer but you didn't want to deal with customers yelling at you with a hangover. Chris frowned, " Fair enough, call me whenever you're free!" He hugged you and returned to his office. You took one last look at the ballroom and left.
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You woke up. It was Monday. You had arrived home at 3:00 am and didn't bother to change or shower. Your mask sat on your dresser, the silk straps dangling down. It was 7:30 and you needed to be at work around 8 which meant you needed to leave. You jumped out of bed and rushed to put on the uniform. By some miracle, your hair and makeup weren't terrible so you had the same things on for work and the ball.

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"Welcome to Penthouse Coffee, what can I get for you?"  The man stared at the menu blankly.
"Sir?" you glanced up at him. He was beautiful. His eyes were a stunning gray color which complimented his brownish-black hair brilliantly. His face looked to be sculpted by ancient Greek gods. You couldn't help but stare. The more you did the more his face felt familiar to you. His strong accent, his face, and most importantly his eyes. It was quite hard to forget eyes like those. "Mon chérie it's quite rude to stare." he smiled. "Oh! Uh, I apologize if I made you uncomfortable!" you rubbed your palms. " About your order-" "ill have a black coffee, hot."  he paid and you made his drink. You felt eyes on you. Almost as if they were going to burn a hole through your head. All you could think of was him, you knew him from somewhere. Thoughts flooded your head. Was he perhaps-
"Your hand! Are you alright!?" You snapped out of your thoughts and noticed the bright red burn on your hand, coffee dripping onto the counter.
"I'm so sorry! I'll make a new coffee right away! Please give me a moment!" A loud sigh erupted from the line. The man seemed to be extremely worried. Your co-worker Micheal took notice of the situation and stepped in taking orders. The burn stung even more now that you had rinsed it. A burning sensation and a painfully annoying throb constantly bothered you.
Exiting the restroom you noticed the man sitting staring at his coffee.
"Pardon the interruption, but is the coffee not to your liking?" He frowned, " No my dear, it's just that I was worried about your hand. Is it alright?" He gestured to the burn. You held it up revealing a bright red and blistering burn. " I- wow... Do you have a wrap by chance?" With a nod, you left to get it. He grabbed it from your hand.
"Do you mind if I hold your hand?"

"Do what you need to do." He smiled at your response. He grasped your hand gently, avoiding the burn. He held your palm and began wrapping your hand. After a few minutes, he was done.
"There you are, dear. Is it a tad better?"
You shrugged.

"Y/n! How's your hand? Are you alright? Should I send you home? How bad is the burn? Are you going to die!? Oh god please say you're not going to die!-"
"Michels calm down I'm alright!" A sigh of relief came from Michael. "Although I should go home if it's alright with you." He nodded and shooed you out the door. The man followed you out. He had a puzzled look on his face. "You ok?" He stared at you mumbling something. 
"Y/n! You were the person from the ball last night! That's why you seemed so familiar to me!" The memories came flooding back, this was your masked dance partner!
"William? It is you! I thought we'd never meet! I'm so happy we did! I wanted to go with you I didn't want to leave without you! I know that sounds strange I felt like we had always been friends" He nodded violently grasping your hands tightly.
"I just am so happy we met again Y/n." You two stood there. The sky was growing darker.
"Forgive me if this is too fast but would you like to spend the night at my place? It's getting to be late and live right around the corner." You smiled and nodded. His hand clenched yours as he led the way. He opened the door for you allowing you to enter first. He switched the light on to reveal a luxurious apartment with beautiful decor and furniture. Just before you could kick your shoes off you were pushed against the wall. Your eyes widen with shock as William caressed your cheek, pushing hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry I couldn't resist." You smiled and kissed him again, who knew such a simple kiss could lead to so much more? He pushed your back onto the bed, stroking the sides of your waist, kissing your neck and collarbones, leaving small red spots behind. To which you knew would later be hickeys. He removed your shirt and undid your bra, massaging your breast as he continued to kiss you. His hands were cold yet it felt good. He removed your pants along with your panties. You pushed him down unbuttoning both his shirt and pants, leaving him in only boxers. A hard tent showing through. You pressed down on his cock making him whine. He removed his boxers revealing his hard, being cock. Beads of pre-cum leaking from his tip. You moved your hand up and down earning a breathy whine from him with every stroke. He was melting in your hands. You kissed his pretty pink tip before taking him all in. You sucked him off, purposely paying attention to his tip the most. He twitched and moaned shooting strings of cum down your throat. You smiled wiping a bit from your lip. He was breathing heavily and you noticed how hot he looked. His cheeks were rosy, his eyes half-lidded, he painted slightly, and his hair slightly disheveled. (He's so bbg Istfg 😻) You kissed him allowing him to take dominance. He massaged your clit making you moan and twitch with pleasure. He pushed three fingers in and moved them slightly. You moaned quietly as he slowly began picking up the pace. You get your orgasm close but he pulled out.
"Be patient my dove." He smiled. You felt his cock pushing in. He was huge. You felt his dick take up more and more room. A small bump formed on your stomach once he was all the way in. He looked at you waiting for the signal. You molded half aware of what was happening. He thrust in and out of you, making you scream.
"Oh fuck Will! Just like that hgn~ ah~" your hands wrapped spring his neck as he continued to mercilessly fuck you. He would let out small whimpers occasionally which made you want him more. His hand stroked your cheek and a tear fell. He stared at you with such loving eyes. You felt your climax was close but he showed no signs of his. You screamed, throwing your head back. The more he fucked you the more overstimulated you became. Your legs twitched with every orgasm. You finally felt him slow down, his dick twitching inside you. He painted softly, collapsing onto you. He pulled out. You lay there unable to move. He got up and returned with a washcloth, and cleaned you up. He crawled back into bed cuddling you close to him. You wrapped your hands around his neck feeling the scratch marks you had left.

(Heheheh smut bc I don't even know when the last one was. Anywho you lovely people deserved this. Thank you all for your patience with my slow ass. It means a lot <3 I love you all so much and remember please take care of yourselves <33

-williamaftonsslut
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