Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Twenty Seven

(y/n)’s POV:

“We should do that more often, that was kinda exciting,” I commented, sitting in William’s lap with only my shirt on while he softly skimmed his fingertips along my barren thigh while going over animatronic design plans. 

“Exciting in what way?” He cocked a brow at me with a smirk.

“The fact that we could have been caught at any moment,” I smirked at him from where my head rested on his shoulder.

“So you’re saying you like the thrill of nearly being caught?” His grin turned mischievous and I knew he’d use that to his advantage later on.

“Oh most definitely,” I chuckled and gave him a few soft kisses to his jaw. 

“You devilish little wolf, how naughty,” William teased while lightly squeezing my thigh. 

“I am a little naughty wolf, but you can’t punish me now,” I smirked at him while getting out of his lap and actually getting dressed. His silver eyes watched me as I did so, an amused smirk forming as I wiggled my hips a little before tidying up my outfit. Then, I grabbed his hand and slightly pulled, “Come along, you still have to meet my sister.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that part,” He made sure he looked tidy before taking my hand again and following me out of the office. Thankfully, the sex scent had dissipated from the office shortly before.

“Ilonna is very blunt and she will definitely judge you for how you dress, just a fair warning. You should be fine, though. You definitely look fine,” I winked at him as he processed what I’d said.

“I don’t think there's a reason for her to not like me based on my clothing choice,” he agreed with a slight nod, not even catching the wink.

“Yeah, you’ll be fine. I doubt she’ll mind the slightly dishevelled look,” I jested while running my free hand through his hair. He momentarily leaned into the touch before straightening as we made it to the ground floor. 

“Finally! Damn, I thought we were going to eat by ourselves with how long you were up there,” Ilonna huffed while checking the pheasant to make sure it didn’t burn. I had a feeling she’s been obsessively checking it just to smell it, the hungry fiend. 

“I apologise, I had him looking over some design plans for me–I needed another perspective,” William smoothly responded with a glance towards me and a hand ghosting over my lower back as we stepped into the kitchen. 

“That’s alright, you must be William! My, my, (y/n) said you were handsome but damn,” Ilonna teased, looking at me with a smug grin. I knew that she knew what we did.

"Thank you, and you must be Ilonna. It's a pleasure to meet you officially," William responded as he curtly shook her hand.

"And he has good manners. (y/n) how did you score this so early on after moving?" I knew she was only teasing, but I still felt the possessiveness rise.

“Mine,” I warned simply, shaking my head with a sigh and stepping over to the stove as I checked the time, “Only about twelve more minutes before the pheasant is done.”

“Alright then, it smells absolutely amazing,” William commented from where he was beside me, making himself a mug of tea. 

“In the meantime, I can get to know your boyfriend, (y/n),” Ilonna pulled a barstool from around the raised bar side of the counter, sitting on it next to the fridge. William turned with his mug in hand and stood by the stove, looking over at Ilonna, “So, I pretty much know everything about your business and company, so there’s no reason to ask about that. How old are you?” She narrowed her eyes at William and smirked as I rolled mine at her.