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Willne - Mindless Fantasies

Y/n had been friends with benefits with Will for a few months. Maybe more like flinging. Whatever it was, they both felt comfortable and happy. They both knew each other so well, they could tell each other anything, as friends or as something more. Neither of them were in a rush with labels, they were just enjoying things as they went. So when Y/n decided to accompany Will to a party, no one was surprised. When y/n and him stuck to each other's sides for most of it, no one was surprised. When y/n and Will ditched everyone to go and sit on a couch in the corner and drink, no one was surprised. What was surprising was when y/n started talking and talking, unable to stop, about all her fantasies. Everything she liked and wanted to explore in the bedroom. Things she was too nervous or ashamed to bring up when sober. Will had been surprised. Extremely surprised. Y/n was definitely drunk. Very drunk. He was confused as to why she had never told him any of this before. He decided to listen very closely, trying his best to remember what she was saying. Y/n kept talking with no control as her attention was drawn away from Will. She was staring at the ceiling, her face covered in red splotches. It was like she didn't even know she was talking to him. Finally, she stopped talking, her eyes refocusing on what was in front of her. 

"I don't feel so good." She said, looking over to Will. He nodded. 

"Okay. Alex said we could both sleepover if we wanted. Let's go to the spare room." Y/n nodded, and let Will pull her into the spare room. Once in the bed, she immediately fell asleep. Will, not being as drunk, lay in the bed thinking about all y/n had said. This was going to be fun. 

Your Pov

It was Friday again. Thank god. I have no work and Will and I are hanging out tonight. He's been acting a little off ever since the party last Saturday. Oh god, that party. I got fucking wasted. Remind me to never drink again. I barely remember anything. 

Anyway, I'm making my way over to Will's place at 4pm so I should probably leave soon. I begin getting ready, slip on my shoes, and make my way out the door.

When I get there, I text Will and he buzzes me in. I make my way up the stairs to Will's flat and knock on the door. The door opens and I see Will standing in front of me with a smirk on his face. 

"Hey." He said as I took a step in. 

"Hi." I grinned and began to take my shoes off as he shut the door. Once the door was fully closed, I felt Will's hands on my waist. He spun me around and pulled me tight to his chest. I looked up at him, startled but happy. He leant down and connected our lips in a gentle kiss. After a few seconds, the kiss got deeper and Will held me tighter up against him while leaning in further towards me, causing me to take a step back. His hands were firmly placed on my lower back and he was fondling with the bottom of my shirt with his thumbs. 

Finally, we separated and he immediately walked off into the living room. I stood there shocked, he's never greeted me like that. That... passionately. He must've noticed I wasn't moving as he then turned around and begun beckoning me with his hand. I obeyed and followed him into the living room where we sat together and chose a movie to watch. 

Once we had decided on a movie, we got comfortable on the couch, sitting separately with our legs touching. After a few minutes, I felt Will's hand make it's way on to my thigh, rubbing up and down and caressing me lovingly with his thumb. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. Another half hour passed and he took his hand off my thigh and leaned his upper body against the corner of the bed with his legs open.

"Come here." He said while referring to the space between his legs. I complied, sitting between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back up against his chest. I could feel his heart beating fast and his breath tickled my neck every time he breathed out. We stayed like that for the rest of the movie. He had slid his hands underneath the bottom of my shirt. One of his hands was drawing circles on my skin while the other was fiddling with the waistband of my pants.