Christian Borle's Sexy Adventure

play on- part one (william shakespeare x reader)

a/n: will was probably a hardcore sex god whenever he was still alive so of course this seemed appropriate to write about
plot is generic as fuck but frankly i don't really give a shit
enjoy losers

warning: smut

Of course, being an assistant to the one and only William Shakespeare had its ups and down. With the constant praise of attention he got and the millions of sonnets he came up with every five seconds, he was quite a handful. But hey, at least you were getting paid, so you couldn't complain much.

".. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind." William looks up from his paper at you, raising a brow. "Eh? It's good, right?"

"Uh, sure." You nod your head and give a polite smile. That always seems to do the trick.

"Splendid!" He grins, and you watch as he continues writing on his paper. Even if he was a total narcissist, at least you had fun sometimes. Sometimes. You at least got the opportunity look at him close up rather than up on stage. You could easily see why the ladies were obsessed with him; The way he kept his frowzy hair, the beard stubble on his face, the way he smelt of leather and ink any time you got close to him, the way that-

.. Wait.

There was no way in the world you were just fantasizing about your narcissistic boss.

The guy constantly makes up new vocabulary every ten seconds, the guy that probably fancied himself in an unhealthy way, the guy that drives you absolutely insane; you were really falling for him? Hell, your standards must be really low at this point.

".. Excuse me? Darling?" Will snapped his fingers at you, interrupting your rather inappropriate thoughts. You turned your head to look at him.

"Ah, sorry, sir." You smiled sheepishly. "What were you saying?"

He narrowed his eyes over at you before clearing his throat, setting down his pen and paper. "As I was saying, I think we need to talk about some.. things about your work performance."

"Oh." You were kinda expecting this, especially just after what happened a few seconds ago, but you weren't sure what to say.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't be too bad on you." He cracks a smile before rising up from his desk, pacing around you, eyes locked on yours. "I've been noticing as of lately that you haven't been very well focused on your job. Now, why is that?"

You couldn't help but stare at his thighs shifting up and down as he paced around you. "Well..-"

"Because you see," he interrupted, "I think it has to do something with me." He chuckled, sitting himself down on the edge of his desk. "I mean, I know I'm great and all that, but still."

You stare at his codpiece as he sat down before looking back up at him. "What makes you say that?"

"You were just staring at my thighs a second ago."

He got you there. You let out a sigh. "Well, what are you gonna do? Fire me?"

"No. Even if you spend all day just staring at me, you're sort of useful. Besides, I really really like it when you stare at me." He says the last part in a voice deeper than usual, and you force yourself to look down at the floor to avoid eye contact.

'I'll pay you more if you help me with my, uh, problem," he speaks up.

You glared at him. "You have millions of other women that would rather do this, so why me?"

"All the women here are so boring!" he whines, throwing his head back dramatically. "You're the only one that really gets me excited, darling. So pretty please?"