summary . will isn't keen on hurting you, but he can compromise by using the threat of it.
tw . gun play, fear play, light dom/sub, soft dom to sub top will, pre canon, established relationship
You were scared. You were scared, and he endeared it.
He shifted back in his chair, his legs apart. With a whisper of a tut, he coaxed you to look at his thighs, his fingertips gliding over a gun. There weren't any bullets, of courseโhe wouldn't do that to his sweet girlโbut he knows he can scare you into thinking it. Just by barely pressing his finger on the trigger.
His legs part farther to accommodate for you, kneeled between his legs. You could see how badly he wanted to touch you. How his breath shifted, he couldn't hide it, he never could.
His foot purposely rests between your thighs, far enough for him to notice if you try to get off. Inches away from acting out, where if you did, he'd know.
Carefully, softly, he picked up the gun. It was cold on your cheek, and he lightly slapped it against you to keep you focused. He pressed harder when you whined, in turn making him sigh.
"What did I tell you?" He soothes you with a stroke of the barrel, nudging it near your lips. "Open. Open your mouth. What'd I tell you?" He repeats, watching you follow sweetly, kitten licking around the muzzle. It earns approval, another sigh from him that makes you feel lighter.
He keeps the muzzle on your tongue, just a bit too big for you. He inches it deeper, but not far enough to hurt your jaw. How badly he wants to praise you.
After you wet the barrel enough to his liking, he gently pulls it out from your mouth. "Lie back, on the bed," He's already getting up, tutting your face away from his groin, painfully hard in his slacks. He quickly fixes his glasses and watches you scramble for his approval that you love so much. He barely chuckles, sitting on his knees and spreading your own apart. You're able to push away the gun with your heel, where he laughs again, gripping.
"Cheeky," His grin falls, picking it up and shooing your ankle away with another hit of the barrel. He keeps your legs apart with his other hand, threatening to hurt you if you don't comply. "I'm nice to you, why don't you listen?" In anticipation, you start to squirm and flail, Will splaying a hand over your ribs to keep you down, then up further near your chest. The pressure forces you to calm your breathing.
He looks into your eyes, in a way that begs for consent, and the gleam in yours confirms it.
Will drags the tip of the gun down your ribcage, tilting the gun upwards to deprave you of its touch. "You don't deserve my hands," It trails down, slower, until you can feel the cold barrel right through your panties. They're soaked through, and he slides it between your folds, neglecting your clit. His thumb strokes on your chest, humming knowingly.
"..That's right. I know, honey. I know," He meets your lifting hips with presses just as hard, your moans making him strain in his pants. "I know, I know, shh, shh, shh.."
He's entranced for a bit, here. How you're so willing to listen to him, when he makes you. You're so sweet that it makes him sick, and he gives in.ย
He carefully leans over you, his hand nudging underneath your head to cradle it, meeting you in a tender kiss. It's slow, but it's wanting, the gun presses harder again before it's gone. His fingers are a bit more urgent. They're careful when they pull your panties aside, groaning into your lips when he feels you cry on his fingers. The sensation makes you buck, and he shushes you again.
The blood running to his cock is making him dizzy, along with your tongue prodding in his mouth; he always put you first, until he couldn't anymore. He quickly pulls his touch away to fumble with his pants, his dick flushed and crying. Will moans just from the relief, hiking your hips further towards him on the bed with a tug of your thigh.
He continues using your mouth as a muzzle, coaxing your sex to stretch on his fingers as he sinks a finger inside, giving you the heel of his palm to grind on. Hums of praises vibrate through you again when you flutter, Will pulling away to rest his head against yours with labored breaths.
Almost impatiently, he slowly sinks inside of you, Will needing to close his eyes out of pure bliss; you were always so warm, it drove him insane. His cock twitches erratically as he struggles to bottom out, spurred by your fingers in his dark curls. Weak groans follow once he starts moving, taking you into another kiss.
He always tries to be slow, with you. His hips drag, your hips barely kissing each time, though he indulges and sinks deeper every few. His nape is warm when you pull him closer, his kisses growing messy and hot the longer he fucks you, cooing praises just like the first time you took him.ย
He pulls away to suck your throat, along the side of your neck, busying himself through pleasure he can't express; the scruff of his beard scratches you there, which he soothes with more kisses. Moans follow from the two of you, Will feeling you squeeze againโhe gets faster, as far as his sluggish body will take him, purposefully grinding to stimulate your swollen clit.
Will moans abruptly the moment you clench down on him through your orgasm, your nails biting into his shoulders. He keeps his hips flush to your own, feeling your rampant pulse on his lips; it's exactly what he wanted, to edge you or make you cum until you cried. Because then, he knows you trust him.
Will grows sloppy and noisy, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering as he felt his orgasm coiling. As sappy as it was, being unraveled by you was his favorite part, losing control knowing you'd take care of him. He came with a weak moan, the blood in his cock draining all thought from him, if he had any left.
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