SITUATIONSHIP WILL AND DRY HUMPING AND FINGERS IN MOUTH THIS IS MY AGENDA
iâm really sorry this is my first time writing smut i would really appreciate feedback ayy
-younger gf! reader (uni student) but mentioned in passing and not rlly that big
-dryhumping đ that stops being dry later on.
-fingers in mouth (the firstgirl special xxx)
hey guys iâve been gone for like 5 months so just pushing this out to get back in the swing :p i missed u all !
both of you were pretty stressed that evening.
you had come home in the rain with your tube line shut, following a lecture that made zero sense (due to the fact that you missed the previous one and failed to catch up).
you do make it home, opening the door to your guysâ shared apartment to see will on the sofa, biting his fingernails, a habit you know only comes out when heâs stressed. while youâd always known his ins and outs, ever since you two started living together, you had developed the ability to read him like a book. every one of his tells, his habits and routines â you knew them all.
he turns his head to look up at you upon your entry, breaking out of his distracted thoughts.
âyâalright?â he mumbles, looking you up and down, noticing your little tension-tells. your sullen demeanour told him that you were just a bit done with it all, much like him.
you sigh and join him on the sofa, wordlessly sitting next to him and laying your head on his shoulder. you pull off your damp hoodie and throw it across the room â youâll get that later. you bring your feet up, curling up against his side. as always, his body responds to you almost instinctively; arms move to wrap around your shoulder, head moves to rest on top of yours.
âi know pet, me tooâ he mumbles into your hair, rubbing your shoulder as he does so. he takes a moment to absorb your presence, smelling your hair, squeezing your arm, bringing a hand up to rest on your knee. it brings him comfort, to be honest. he doesnât realise it, but his innate desire to be with you manifests itself in how even just being around you brings him peace.
in a friendly way, of course.
just two friends snuggling on the sofa.
to be honest, he turns your relationship in his mind most nights. a peculiar little more-than-just-pals-less-than-dating thing that the two of you both call âbest friendsâ. best friends who have bared their bodies and souls to one another. best friends who live together, eat together and occasionally sleep together (both in the sexual way and innocent way). you both engage in the wildest mental gymnastics to convince yourself itâs totally normal, just buddy things. i mean with the cost of living crisis it is in your economical best interest to sleep in the same bed, right? who can afford the heating these days? (will can, he is a literal business owner. you, not so much, as a broke student.)
the simplest, most easily digestible conclusion which is reached is always âjust friendsâ
again, just friends cuddling on the sofa.
willâs hand on your shoulder shifts to cup your jaw, gently tracing his fingers along the underside of your chin, onto your throat, up along your cheek.
he gently manoeuvres your chin up to face him, you complying with ease.
he really likes how responsive you are to him. like how he can move your waist when youâre on top of him and you respond so eagerly, completely mindlessly. sometimes, when he gets jealous (which he neither realises is happening nor says anything about), he will get a little extra touchy, just to see your bodyâs response, reminding him that no one else knows you or indeed affects you in this way. moving in tandem with will is just one of your basal instincts now. alongside blinking, breathing and flinching, you had complying with willâs every movement.
his hand still curled around your jaw, he goes in to kiss you â small pecks on your mouth and cheeks and nose processing to slow, dedicated kisses.
you shift your body to lean into him, reaching over to wrap one hand around the back of his neck. conversely, he removes his hand from your chin and slides it up your back, mapping the expanse of your body. his hand goes to your nape, your tailbone, down your spine, curves around your waist, all the while heâs kissing you.
you pull away to yawn, giggling after and sighing
âam i boring you?â he pulls away and smiles, eyes alternating between your eyes and lips. his own lips are shiny with saliva and slightly agape, breathing heavily.
âjust a bit sleepyâ you mumble, âlong dayâ
âawww, petâ, his eyes crinkle in sympathy as he leans back to lay down on the sofa, pulling you down with him by your hand âcome hereâ.
again, your compliance is instant, completely bypassing the conscious part of your brain. you immediately follow his instruction and lay down on top of him. your legs straddle his as you lay your head down in the crook of his neck.
you donât see his smirk or the crinkle of his eyes as an idea pops into his head. youâre too busy inhaling his sweat gland on his neck, smelling uniquely like him at the end of the day â cologne, washing detergent and sweat.
his hand gently rubs up and down your neck as he mumbles sweet comforting words.
âsweet girl,â he mumbles into your hair.
his hand travels up into your hair to grab gently, using it to encourage you to lift your head and look at him.
âand what a pretty girl, tooâ
you smile at him, closing your eyes to lean into his touch like a dog being pet. you tilt your head into his hand as it moves from your hair to cup your chin.
he gently pushes his thumb into your mouth â oh. so thatâs what this is. you run your tongue over his thumb, biting gently, making eye contact with him as you do so. this was honestly your favourite thing in the world. in fact, the first time he did it you didnât even have to tell him. he figured it out himself after watching your habit of always doing something with your mouth; sticking pens in your mouth, running your tongue over your teeth, chewing gum. you just loved having things in your mouth, will came to realise. the first time he pushed his fingers into your mouth during sex was the day he became a changed man âit made you go crazy.
will moves his remaining, ring-clad hand to your waist. applying gentle pressure, he encourages you to move your hips.
he pushes his groin up as his eyes lock on his thumb into your mouth, breathing heavily as you grind back down onto him. he really thinks youâre the most beautiful girl in the world. in that moment, he was overcome with⊠a feeling. he wouldnât call it love (not for lack of adoration, but for whether that was even allowed), that was for boyfriends and girlfriends, fiancĂ©s and fiancĂ©es, husbands and wives. he could call it platonic love, but he wasnât sure that included the primal desire he felt. that was dangerous territory to step in for him, calling it love. either way, in the here and now, he just needed to make you come.
he moves your hips back and forth against his own groin, paying careful attention to every little gasp and sigh you let out.
âyou like that, love?â he mutters as he pushes his thumb into your lower gumline, pulling your bottom lip downwards. youâre forced to bare your lower teeth for him, debasing you completely as you desperately nod, unable to speak.
he pulls his thumb out of your mouth and holds your face, saliva rubbing onto your cheek. that was honestly the last thing in your mind, though. he pulls your face in for a kiss as his free hand moves down from your waist to your clothed crotch. desperately chasing stimulation, you grind down onto his hand as your whines are muffled by his mouth.
you pull away, panting with pink cheeks. you take a moment to reactivate the speech part of your brain.
âplease,â you force out, âmâŠmoreâŠ. needâ
you sound absolutely pathetic, but you couldnât care less. you didnât even register it, your brain was just repeating wills name over and over and over again.
his face shifts into a smile as his eyes flit lovingly between your teary eyes, furrowed brows, pink cheeks and wet lips
âyou need more honey?â he says under his breath, almost inaudible between his pants âiâll give you moreâ
with the words, he slides his hand in the waistband of your jeans, finally making contact with your wet heat. you keen, shifting your waist to grind down again.
âfuckâŠâ he stretches the word out. you can feel the breathiness on your face. âso fucking wet... for me?â
âuh-huhâ you nod desperately, unable to formulate proper words with your frazzled state of mind, instead choosing to nod frantically to get your point across.
wordlessly, he slips his index and middle fingers up into you as groan. your eyes screw shut as you move your hips to press his palm on your clit as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out .
âthereâs my good girlâ he mumbles as he moves his palm back and forth in tandem with you âso pretty and desperate for meâ
as you both increase your pace, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak, pleasure exacerbated by his quick-paced dirty talk in your ear. you, obviously, didnât register much but you picked up on the various key words such as âpatheticâ âperfectâ and âdesperateâ.
âjust like that honey, take what you needâ was the last thing you heard before your orgasm came over you, causing you to collapse onto his chest.
you doze off almost immediately, but are woken up moments later by him shifting to sit up, still hard as a rock.
âshit... let me-â you yawn and blink â-help you outâ
ânah pet, iâll sort myself outâ he says casually, wrapping his arm around your chest âiâll sort myself outâ
hi i canât write smut #SORRY
hello everyone after likeâŠ. 5 months? iâm really really sorry. i actually got close to finishing this like 3 months ago (wrote out a whole ending) and then i closed the app, forgetting it didnât auto save and then that pissed me off so much it put me off for 3 months.
interactions are so greatly appreciated, i love every one of you. iâll try to be a little more consistent now that im done with exams <333
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