Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Twenty Four

(This one is kind of short, so I apologize for that, but hopefully you lot still like it. Next chapter will fullfil the cut-off smut scene, I hit a block right as I got to the end of this chapter and figured it's a good enough place to cut it short.)

(Y/n)’s POV:

A month of normalcy and recovery later, and it was as if I hadn’t killed three people in my kitchen. Micheal started joining William and I for dinner once a week when we weren’t going out for a date night–also once a week. 

“Darling, have you seen my lavender shirt? The one that was hanging in the mud room,” I heard William call to me from the door to our room. Ours because of the equal amount of time he spends at his own house and mine. I was standing in the closet in the bathroom, getting ready for dinner with Henry and his wife.

“It’s hanging up in here. It was dry, so I went ahead and brought it up,” I answered while trying to figure out what to wear that I wouldn’t burn up in. 

“Thank you, my love,” William responded from behind me, gently wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my shoulder. His kisses trailed up to my jaw, where he started leaving little nips. 

“Of course,” I leaned back against his chest, letting him hold me, “What time are we supposed to meet them?” He momentarily paused his kisses before continuing while moving his hands down across my stomach and upper thighs, pulling me back against him. My breath hitched as I felt him press against my backside, immediately knowing what he was wanting.

“About five, and it’s…” William paused to check his watch, “4:08 now.”

“Hmmm… seems we don’t have enough time to fix your not-so-little problem, now do we?” I playfully teased him. He only gave a quiet groan of frustration as his hands wandered up to circle around my waist again. I chuckled and turned my head to whisper to him, “Remember… good boys get rewarded, bunny~”

“You’re not helping…” he groaned against my skin with a sigh which turned into a huff of annoyance as I lightly pushed him off me.

“Go on, get ready to go. We leave in 20 minutes,” I turned to him before he completely left the closet, pulling him down into a brief kiss. He tried to keep me in it, but a light push to his shoulder and a look told him better of it. 

After he left the closet with his shirt, I resumed trying to find something business-casual yet light to wear to dinner. I wasn’t quite used to the heat of the states in comparison to Britain, so finding anything I wouldn’t burn in was usually at least a little difficult. After a few more moments, I finally figured out a light enough, business casual outfit that would be appropriate while still giving William a little show. I think I enjoyed teasing him too much. Maybe. It’s always worth it in the end, regardless.

I put on a few accessories to go with the outfit before putting on some cologne and the usual black oxfords, William joining me to do the same. After a few minutes, I felt his hands graze over my hips as he looked at me in the mirror, “What are you planning?”

“Nothing, my love,” I smirked and turned to kiss the edge of his jaw before turning and leaving the bathroom, “Come along, we have to get going if we’re to be on time.” I heard him huff but he still followed me down to the garage. Before I could ask which car we were going to take, he moved forward and opened the passenger door of his car for me. He closed the door after I’d gotten in, going around the hood and slipping into the driver’s seat. In no time, we were on the way to the restaurant, my hand in William’s while he gently rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

(I haven’t read the FNAF books yet, so I don’t know what Henry’s wife’s name is for sure, I just looked it up online and didn’t find anything except that she’s called either Henry’s wife or Mrs. Emily. Also, I’m sorry if her personality isn’t accurate, I’m basing it on the general woman in the 80’s in every slasher film.)