𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READER

.°○ CHAPTER 6 ○°.

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"Don't stop, sir."

SMUT CHAPTER!!
You can skip this chapter, but just note that this DID happen.

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You sat impatiently on the bed, your body anticipating the potential events that could occur. You take a deep breath, biting your lower lip and tapping your foot. You hear commotion, doors slamming, children laughing and screaming before things finally settled, and in came a very tense, dishevelled William.

His hair was messy, face sweaty, shirt winkled, tie askew, and stiff joints. He slowly walked over to you and sat beside you, rubbing his eyes.

"Well.. That was a nightmare."

He chuckles, though your eyes are fixed directly on his crotch. Your hand slid to his thigh, and you leaned in.

"How about I give you some stress relief, Mr Afton?"

You grin, tilting your head. He rolls his eyes before taking your chin.

"Say less."

He kissed you. It was short and simple, yet sent electric waves through your body. Your hand moved further right, eventually finding the treasure. Your fingers delicately rub over it back and forth, and eventually, you feel it start to harden under your touch.

He releases a soft moan, looking down at your hand before catching your eyes.

"You're a fucking torturer, aren't you, love?"

He teased, leaning in and pressing gentle kisses to your jawline, nipping south to your neck. You gasp as he suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, and couldn't help but whimper quietly under his delightful ministrations. You pull away from him and guide him to sit on the edge of the bed, smirking.

As he complied, you reached down and began to unbuckle his belt, keeping intense eye contact with him. He suddenly gripped your shirt and shoved you to the ground, earning a pained gasp. He straddled your hips, getting a grip of your hair in his hand.

"I don't recall being the one on bottom, y/n"

He smirked, leaning down and capturing your lips in yet another kiss. Your eyes close, eagerly leaning in for him to keep going. Your core pulses, heat spreading throughout your body like wildfire.

He began to gently grind against you, your hands shaking as they climb to his hair. You whine, his sharp tooth making its presence known by nipping your lower lip.

You gasp, your back arching into him before he broke off the feverish kiss.

"I can just imagine those gorgeous noises you're going to let out for me, my love."

He sounded breathless, continuing his relentless grinding. You sigh softly, then you grip his tie, struggling to undo it.

He chuckled lowly, lifting his body and then loosening his tie, taking it off.

"Now listen to me. You're offering to relieve my stress, and I'll relieve it how I want to."

He whispered. You nod, grinning.

"Yes, sir."

You wink. He shook his head and stood up, unbuckling his belt. He dropped it to the floor, gesturing for you to climb onto the bed. Once you'd complied, your eyes drop to his crotch.

His member was undeniably long and thick, you felt your insides being pre-rearranged already. Your eyes widen, taking a moment to admire it. He smirked, crossing his arms.