[brokenbored]

I'll Create Time and Space For You

She was in the middle of marvelling how her period symptoms took her by surprise every month, and contemplating what to drop from her morning routine so that she could stay in bed longer, when Will stirred beside her. Anticipation swelled in Liv as she looked over at him fussing with the duvet. He was not a morning person, always waking up in stages, but most mornings the first thing he did as soon as he was remotely coherent was reach for her.

Or: Will doesn't realize that his superpower is a calm energy that swallows bad moods like a black hole. But Liv does.

pairing: william nylander/ofc rating: explicit word count: 3,230

tags under the cut

tags: morning sex, unprotected p in v sex, first time creampie, period sex, eye contact, soft willy, gentle willy, sweet willy, established relationship, he cant always articulate but he has a lot of feelings, hes a simp actually, when he cares... he cares, guy who loves his girlfriend, he really loves kissing, what if no one was surprised anymore when he was remotely intelligent, the inner workings and intimacy of a good relationship, trust as a turn on, healthy communication, visible past relationship scars if you squint, love, so much love, this is basically william x reader but i hate 2nd person 2nd person can die so consider yourself named olivia

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Dread settled over Liv as she turned in bed. She’d been doing her best to ignore the tiny pinch in her brain which was very likely the opening act for a colossal headache, and worse yet, a shade of pre-dawn blue too familiar not to be approaching 6 am flooded the bedroom. She sighed heavily, closing her eyes, even if only to settle back into the fitful rest she awoke from. She didn’t dare check the time, maybe she still had hours and hours.

One of the dogs, she couldn’t tell who, was curled up at the foot of the bed and started to snore. She nudged him politely from under the covers. He stopped only to start again a second later, so Liv freed her foot from the duvet and poked him until he woke up. His dog tags jingled softly as he hopped down from the bed and the sound of his claws clicking on the hardwood receded down the hall. Quiet once again fell over the room. As soon as Liv closed her eyes, her watch started buzzing on her wrist. She didn’t even look at it, just stared at the ceiling in anger.

It read 6:01 by the time she dismissed it, and while she was begrudgingly cataloguing her day, she became aware of a searing pain low in her belly, intermittently building and waning in intensity. Not insignificant, but not incapacitating- yet. Soon she’d want the heating pad and the fetal position.

She was in the middle of marvelling how her period symptoms took her by surprise every month, and contemplating what to drop from her morning routine so that she could stay in bed longer, when Will stirred beside her. Anticipation swelled in Liv as she looked over at him fussing with the duvet, trying to determine from his movements how lucid he was. He was not a morning person, always waking up in stages, but most mornings the first thing he did as soon as he was remotely coherent was reach for her. It was arguably her favourite version of Will; sleepy, more cuddly and even softer, words often pouring out of him easier than they would otherwise.

He untwisted himself from the flat sheet and rolled over to her, mumbled a good morning and pulled her to his chest. Liv went enthusiastically, more than happy for him to delay the inevitable.

“Sleep good?” He murmured into her hair.

“No.”

“I’m sorry,” came his reply between lazy kisses to the side of her face. His hands were wandering in a way that made her certain she had moments before she needed to stop him. But he felt so good, so warm. So big. She devoted herself to his arms while his callused hands were on her skin, pushing up her t-shirt, pulling her leg over him so he could roll his hips into hers, like they had all the time in the world. Even the fullest day could not defy Will’s calm energy and it was so, so easy to fall into these pockets of time he could create, to be hypnotized by his touch. But when he slid his fingers into her underwear, it instantly snapped her out of it.

“Stop!” She jumped, grabbing his hand.

It came out more urgent than she meant and Will was startled, he shot up and his eyes went wide as he darted them all over her apologetically. “Did I-”

“Sorry,” she laughed a little, but his concern was sweet enough she could’ve cried. “I’m okay, I just thought you deserved a warning before you got blood on your hands.”

It took him a second to understand, but when he did he laid back down like that little bit of alertness exhausted him again. “Oh,” He blew out a breath. “Jesus christ, that scared me. Do you need anything?”

Liv made a noise of uncertainty, focusing on making little patterns in his chest hair with the tips of her fingers. His heart beat steadily beneath her touch.

“You want a shower? Or, do you wanna stay in bed for a while. I’ll make coffee. And bring you pills.” He’d pulled her back into his side, still half hard, but the way he touched her now was just to touch her. Just to hold her. She loved that about him. “Hmm? Tell me what you want,” he prompted with a squeeze.

Maybe she wanted him. He was warm and sleepy and his hands felt good, and God, she did want him. Badly, actually. She didn’t need another reason.

“I… kinda like your first plan,” she hedged. It was uncharted territory after all.

His lips curled into a smile against the shell of her ear. “Oh yeah?” There was a shimmer of laughter in his voice that confirmed he thought she was joking. “And we don’t care about the sheets this morning?” He teased.

Instead of answering she tugged the elastic band of his Calvin Kleins down, freeing him, and they both watched as his cock bounced up onto his stomach. His grin faded into surprise, then his eyebrows went up when she skated her fingers down the trail of hair from his belly button all the way down, taking him in her hand.

Liv smiled as she stroked him gently, he was hot and growing harder by the second. “No we do not care. We have cramps and a bad attitude.”

-

He wasn’t exactly thrilled when Liv didn’t want any foreplay, even after she said that was the whole point. Still, she’d had to all but say ‘the blood should be enough lubrication’ for him to agree. His one request was that she start on top of him. “Show me,” he said, with an ulterior motive to avoid hurting her, which made Liv roll her eyes but she kind of loved him for it.

“Gentle!” He cautioned with amusement when she yanked his briefs off, lifting his hips to help her. He offered her a hand up to straddle him and was tense when she immediately pulled her underwear to the side, lined him up, and sank down. Will hissed in surprise, both at the lovely, familiar heat of her, and at the unfamiliar resistance. He was only half in, but she pushed on.

“Olivia…” he gripped her hips, fighting the urge to use his strength to overpower her. It felt wrong that she wasn’t ready for him. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, use his fingers until she was soaked.

“I’m okay,” she told him. But she was more than okay, it felt exactly how she hoped it would. He was stretching her open and it burned in a way that became pleasure instantly; some ancient call and response that made her want to bite down, to bear down, but all she did was breathe for a second, hand to her belly when he was completely seated within her. It was the deep satisfaction, almost relief-like, unfolding on her face that made Will finally relax. Then she started to move, and his eyes flew to where they were joined. Liv watched him closely.

“Oh… shit…” he breathed in unexpected fascination at the sight of her blood on him, and his eyes flicked back up to hers only for a second before he was looking down again. There was a mixture of emotions, too many to name, but definitely no disgust. He tugged on her hips, inviting her to sink back down and it was just as exquisite as the first time; the satisfaction of having him scratch an itch she could never reach. Will was restless though, his hands were wanting, and he leaned up to take her shirt off, palming her breasts gently with a question in his eyes that made Liv smile. They were sore, as he guessed they might be, but not enough to want him to stop, so she put her hands on top of his, squeezing in encouragement.

Will was a talker, usually spouting little strings of praise while he was inside her, but this time he was completely silent. He watched, open mouthed and savouring the sight of her the same way a convict on death row savours every bite of their last meal.

When she was getting tired he pulled her forward to lean up on his chest and hooked a finger into the crotch of her underwear to keep the lace from chafing him, only briefly considered ripping them off her entirely. He watched as he disappeared within her for the millionth time.

“Do you want me to touch you?” His thumb was just inches from her clit, and he wanted to so badly, but he wanted her to tell him to even more.

She shook her head. “Just this. Just you.” Her eyes were closed but she felt a little shudder go through him and knew it was her words shoving him toward the edge. She smiled down at him playfully. “Need a second?”

His laugh was shaky. The sight of her like that above him, self-assured and comfortable being self-assured. He’d give her that, he’d give her that every time over his own pleasure. His heart was pounding. “Yeah, I do.”

She gave him that second by pulling off him until his cock was snug in the groove of her ass as she leaned forward and kissed him. He gave a groan, filling his palms with that perfect, full ass, and squeezing. He kissed her back, languidly, while he throbbed and twitched at her every move.

“Fuck,” he whispered, thrusting instinctively for more friction and knew this wasn’t helping, so he gripped himself, wordlessly inviting her, God, begging her, by teasing the head of his cock at her entrance. She pushed down and he was whole again, inside her once more, both of them sighing. His hand came away sticky as he settled it on her side, prepared as he was ever going to be.

Will was incredibly patient, but even he had a limit. He let her go on like that, achingly measured, until he couldn’t anymore and rolled them both over so that she was beneath him. Her only warning was his grip suddenly tightening, she grabbed his arms to hang on, expecting a good deal more pace now that he was in control. Except, when he moved, it was an inverted reflection of how she’d been moving, though definitely with less patience.

She melted. This, this was what she wanted. Him, above her. The slow drag of his cock, the weight of him sure and heavy. His blond hair in his face, his chain, cold and tickling her chest, his body shaking with restraint, filling her whole view. The way he looked at her, so eager. He bent one of her legs up, pinning it over his arm so he could get deeper. She held her underwear to the side again, the material was soaked through now. He looked down and watched himself go in and out of her, pulling all the way out a few times, and watching her muscles clench on nothing. Liv looked too, not expecting the mess to turn her on this much. Especially when she looked back at Will, who was staring at her again, eyes dark as he slipped back into her.

“Like this?” He asked, his voice catching. She could only nod. “Tell me.” His words were gentle, but his hips snapped hard. Just once.

Oh. “Yeah. Like this. Yes.”

His answering smile lit up his face, even the smallest praise went a long way with Will. He had amazing determination when he wanted to, and he was steady like that, fighting every impulse to move faster, until she started to shake. Then he made her look at him and he pressed on her belly, just hard enough. It felt a long time coming, but didn’t hit her with the bright burst of pleasure she was expecting, it rolled through her so intensely and hotly, so overwhelmingly that her eyes pooled with tears. She’d have to blame her hormones for that one.

“Stay. Please stay,” she whined before Will desperately tried to pull out, tightening her legs around him as if it was her one purpose in life, thinking she’d die if he left her body right now. The shock that flashed in his eyes, though brief, was hard to miss, and then her name, and the most delicious moan, slipped out of him before he had a firm grip on it, and he was pulling her to him as hard as he was pushing deep. His whole body shuddered, and all power left him as he came inside her in waves that felt like they’d never stop. As they were slowing, he tried to move his weight off of her, but that was still the last thing she wanted.

“No,” was all she could manage to say. Though his answering look was unreadable, he kissed her deeply, even if it was sloppy and spent, and then he collapsed onto her.

“Tell me when I’m too heavy, then,” he panted. He flexed his hips a few more times, testing out if he had anything left. She could feel him twitch within her while she throbbed around him and both their heartbeats were in their stomachs. Through the white noise of the blood rushing in her ears, the buzz in her veins, her cramps were there, though not as loud. Right now it was all just warm and good. Liv grounded herself to the repetition of Will catching his breath, the pressure of his chest expanding and contracting against her, the weight of him, alive, hers. She stayed wrapped around him, pressing little kisses to his head and scraping her fingers through his hair.

“So… you’ve never asked me to do that before.” Will’s voice was once more tinged with amusement, and came muffled into the mattress.

She knew he wasn’t referring to the period sex, and honestly didn’t know what to say. It felt good. It felt right. I wanted to feel you. I’m hormonal? She wasn’t regretful, that much she knew. “Was it okay that I did?” Her voice was small.

He leaned up on one arm to look at her, tilting his head in a way that was half incredulous, half pity, like seriously?. “Didn’t it feel like it was okay? I mean I instantly-” he did a motion with his hand that made them both laugh, “like fucking instantly came.” A little more seriously, he leaned back down to kiss her, flexing his hips at the same time he sank his tongue into her mouth. He was still inside her and, though growing soft, the sensation was wonderful.

“Let’s get you in the shower,” were the words he said, but it was so soaked in adoration it may as well have been I love you.

At first they debated what to do, then Will rolled them to the edge of the bed, sitting up with her in his lap, arms under hers and wrapped around her. “Stay tight to me,” he said as he stood up. So she did, clamping her legs around him and laughing as he swore at the feeling of trying to walk while inside her.

“Wait!” She said, getting a glimpse of the sheets over his shoulder, but Will paused only for a second. “Oh, it’s not that bad actually.”

“I’m dying, look later,” he laughed, moving as quickly as he could to the bathroom. He finally slid out of her in the shower, and watched her take her hair out of it’s loose bun while he turned the water on, angling the spray away from them while it got hot. Nothing could have prepared him for the primal thrill that jolted through him when he saw the faint print of his hand in blood on her hip, the dried blood between her thighs, and when she bent over to take her underwear off, a small bead of his cum leaking out of her, the contrast of it against the bright pink-red of her slit. He went hot all over, knew nothing intelligent would come out of his mouth, so he pulled her around and kissed her.

She felt whatever it was he couldn’t articulate though, and asked breathlessly, “what was that for?”

He shook his head. “Next time you want me to come inside you, I get to watch. I’ll be right back. I’m gonna strip the bed.” He told her, closing the door behind him when he left, knowing she probably needed to pee.

-

It wasn’t until she was washing her hair that a wave of panic hit her. Maybe it was a little stupid. It was also definitely some of the best sex she’s had, but was a week of pregnancy paranoia worth it? She looked at Will rubbing soap all over his chest, and he beamed back at her. Yeah. Yeah, maybe it was.

“I really thought there’d be more blood than that,” he said, which told her everything she needed to know about his enviable, constantly unbothered state of mind.

“Oh, there will be. That was just the amuse bouche.”

He shrugged. “So we’ll do it in the shower next time then.”

“Next time?”

Will shot her a confused look. “Well… won’t there be?”

Liv was in disbelief. “You really were okay with it,” she realized.

Will smiled, a very rare bashful one that she happened to love. “I mean the blood was definitely something. But I really don’t care if it means I get to see you so… so. What’s the word.”

Liv thought of the way he looked at her when she was on top of him. She knew how she felt; loved. Deeply satisfied. But she had no idea what he was seeing. “Relaxed?”

“No. That’s not it.” He was thoughtful, then finally shook his head. “I don’t know, but, it was hot. So yeah, I wanna do that again. If you want to. I like giving you what you want. And it felt really good that I could make you feel better a little bit.”

“You should be kissed. Come over here.”

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Will 1:13 uninhibited. maybe the word im looking for doesnt exist but that one seems pretty close

Liv 1:15 Hmm. Was hoping for a slightly sexier one..

Will 1:15 it is to me

Will 1:18 you’ve never made demands on me like that before, I feel like I was seeing you let go. and you wanted me there to catch you. And I fucking loved it. sometimes I do think you still hold back. but I dont want you to. ever

Liv 1:20 Will

Will 1:20 like about anything. not just sex. nothing bad will happen when you tell me how you feel, or what you want. I promise.

Will 1:20 yes baby

Liv 1:24 You cannot just text me things like that while im at work. Far away from you. And people are looking at me

Will 1:25 so me spending ten minutes on thesaurus.com is a huge turn on for you. good to know, good to know.

Liv 1:26 Shut up

Liv 1:26 I love you. So much

Will 1:26 ❤️‍🔥I Love you. see you tonight… shower will be hot

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