Drunk On You
Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x female reader
Words: 2.2k
Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Alcohol. Swearing. Drunk sex and self indulgence at its finest.
Summary: A good buzz and the unrelenting heat create a combination worth fucking over.
A/N: I usually headcanon that Will doesn't drink much but when he does I like to imagine this is how things would go down 🥵
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Saturday nights were often like this.
Will meeting up with the guys for beers whenever they all found themselves at home, and tonight they were all over at your place, sitting out in the backyard where their constant laughter filtered in through the open windows.
It was muggy, the humidity making everything sticky, and even as the night ticked on to be later and later, the heat didn’t relent.
You were stripped down to your panties and a white tank top, taking the risk of one of the guys coming in to use the bathroom or grab another drink in favour of trying to stay as cool as possible. You sprawled out on the couch reading, a fan oscillating nearby that hit your skin with each pass, and you found yourself lost in your story, the haze of the heat and couple of glasses of wine you had making you feel a little buzz of your own.
The door that led into the house from the garage creaked open, and you heard Will give a final goodbye to his friends through a loose chuckle, the effects of the drinks clear even without you seeing him yet.
“There you are,” he all but purred, standing behind the couch.
You laid your book face-down on your stomach, returning the smile he flashed at you, and when he winked you knew you wouldn’t be reading anymore tonight.
“Did you have fun?”
His eyebrows moved upward on his forehead, his smile stretching out wider so all the crinkles around his eyes and mouth scrunched up even more.
“I did! Benny is a persistent drink-bully. The gym is gonna be fun tomorrow…”
His eyes were a bit glassy, but still bright as ever, his skin glowing with a layer of sweat and his cheeks tinged pink from both the heat and his buzz.
You giggled, genuinely happy to see him relaxed and freed from the usual torments of his mind even if for a short while.
“I’m glad, baby. It sounded like you guys were enjoying yourselves.”
You sat up and stuck your bookmark in your page before placing the book on the coffee table, feeling Will’s eyes on you as you stood.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he drawled, making you smirk as you made your way around the other side of the couch, squealing when he captured you by wrapping one of his long arms around your waist to pull you toward him.
“I was just going to get ready for bed!” you laughed, squirming in his arms as he buried his face against your neck, a low growl coming from him.
He ground against you, the feel of his hardening cock rubbing on you making you melt more than the heat was, the scruff of his beard on your sensitive skin giving you goosebumps.
Will took notice, pinching one of your peaked nipples through the see-through tank playfully, his large hands roaming up under it to touch your bare skin.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” he hissed. “D’you know how fuckin’ hot you are?”
“Hmmm…” you hummed, pretending to think about his question. “Maybe you should show me?”
You turned around to face him, looking up at him innocently while he peered down at you with a cocky look on his face, and you could feel yourself get even wetter.
“That so?”
“Please,” you spoke softly, arching your back so your chest was on better display for him, watching as your plea made something menacing in him stir.
He leaned in closer, hovering above you, the heat coming off of his body making you dizzy and your eyes fell shut, breathing in his intoxicating scent of sweat and body wash.
“I think you know exactly what you do to me.”
Will grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch, forcing you to take hold of his hard cock through his shorts, a low moan sounding from him as he bit his bottom lip.
“What’re you gonna do with that, huh?” he breathed, resting his forehead on yours, the sting of alcohol and waft of hops hinting at what his kiss would taste like.
“I can think of a few things,” you giggled, moving backward a step to balance yourself as he stumbled slightly.
He chuckled into your mouth as he finally kissed you, his hand holding the side of your face while his other skimmed up your side, pulling your tank up with it.
After a dizzying moment, he peeled away, tugging his t-shirt up over his head to reveal his broad chest, his tanned skin gleaming in the warm lamp light.
Another cocky smirk pulled at his gorgeous, pink lips, his eyes hungrily looking you up and down like he was about to devour you.
He hooked his finger in the band of your thong, teasing the material away from your hip before ripping them down your legs completely, his lips crashing onto yours again as his hand found your aching cunt.
You felt so slutty, standing in the middle of your living room with nothing but a flimsy top on, getting finger fucked by your drunk husband who was seemingly never satiated of you, the whole thing making you hornier and more wet.
“That pussy’s always ready for me, isn’t it?”
You hummed in response, your head angling to the side as he attacked your neck with sloppy kisses, his teeth nipping at your skin to add to the tease.
“Fuck, I need in there, sweetheart,” he growled, his fingers leaving your body so he could rip off his shorts, the sight of his cock bouncing free making you clench.
His determination was clear, already naked and hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist in seconds, muffling your gasping breaths as he kissed you hard.
Your fingers tore at him, up his back to his short hair, clawing in it and at his neck desperately, the feel of the tip of his cock rubbing at your entrance making you insane with need.
You clung to him as his hands roamed your body, smoothing them up your back until they tangled in your hair that had been stuck to the nape of your neck with sweat, his fingers tightening on your tresses where he pulled just enough to make your scalp tingle and force your head back.
“Will…” you breathed, his lips once again trailing down the column of your neck, his hips moving back and forth to press ever so slightly into you without actually penetrating.
“You want that dick, don't you?” he huffed, a satisfied smirk on his face as he walked a few short, but unstable steps over to the wall, falling with you into it.
“Yes!” you giggled, using the support of the wall behind you to adjust your hips to try to line up to him.
“Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you real good.”
“Yeah?” you challenged, your face angling to reach his neck, sucking and nipping at the warm skin, the saltiness of his sweat transferring onto your tongue.
“Fuck! Yes,” he groaned, squeezing your cheeks hard before pulling them apart, his cock continuing to tease your cunt.
He drove inside you, filling you all the way in one rough, unforgiving motion, your sharp gasp accompanied by your nails digging harder into his shoulder. Just as quickly as he pushed in, he pulled back out, a cocky laugh rumbling out of him as your whine told him just how tortured you were.
“Over here,” he grunted, moving off the wall and carrying you over to the couch.
Will roughly guided your legs from around his waist, and the second your toes hit the floor he spun you around, the quick movement forcing you forward where you had to grab the back of the couch to steady yourself.
“Jesus…” you laughed, gripping the soft leather as you stuck your ass out and stepped your feet apart.
Another low chuckle sounded behind you, his cruel amusement making you squirm and ache even more for him, and you glanced over your shoulder, your eyes begging for him to touch you.
He swiped his hand through your cunt, his chest moving as he began to breathe heavier, his control fading.
You shifted your body, hoping the sway of your hips would convince him to end your misery and finally fuck you, but he was completely transfixed behind you, his eyes trained on your spread holes like he was trying to decide which one to slam his dick into.
The sound of his name falling off your lips in sultry desperation diminished every last bit of resolve, and he grabbed his shaft and guided it to press against you, pushing deep into your seeping cunt.
He dragged back out, watching your flesh stretch around him before he buried himself back in again, and then he was gone.
Harsh thrusts had his hips slapping against your ass, the sound of your wetness and the snap of skin on skin fuelling him to go even harder, the view of you already weak to his assault sending him to a point of no return.
Barbaric grunts flew past his gritted teeth as he worked, his fingers digging hard into your hips so much that the slight pain of it had you gripping into the leather you were forced against.
He gave you no leniency, pummelling you mercilessly until you were a whimpering mess, his satisfied laugh making shivers run down your spine and your climax coil low in your belly.
“I wish you could see how well you take me,” he hissed, the tone of his voice letting you know he wasn't only drunk from alcohol, but from lust too.
Blow after blow he pounded up into your g-spot, his awareness of just how and where you needed him not lost despite being slightly inebriated, and when one of his hands snaked around to your front and landed on your clit, a deranged laugh escaped your parted lips, amazed at his intuition.
“Yeah, you like that, don't you?” he breathed in your ear, his body leaning over yours where he pressed his weight down on you, his other arm crossing over your chest where he pawed at your tits that shook to his motions.
“Tell me,” he barked, continuing to slam into you forcefully.
“Fuck, yes! It–fuck!–you feel so good, Will…” you moaned, struggling to think let alone speak.
He rubbed your clit more aggressively, making your whole body tremble under him.
“You're not such a good girl, are you? Wanting it this rough?”
A loose grin decorated your lips, loving when he got this way, his ruthless treatment of you making everything feel so much better.
You clenched around him, squeezing his girth as you felt even more arousal build to soak both of you, your back arching when he let go of you and stood straighter.
“Fuck me, that pussy is so good,” he laughed, giving your ass a playful, but firm smack that was followed by a low growl.
The obscene sound of wet skin grew louder, a mix of sweat and him pumping in and out of your wet cunt creating a sinful symphony that made you shiver and throb, your climax building quickly.
Heavy eyelids locked in on his shaft gliding in and out of you, the sight completely captivating and turning him even more feral, the rhythmic slap of his balls against you driving him mad.
“Such a wet fucking mess…” he uttered, biting his lip as his fingers dug into your hips, thrusting harder and faster until your leaking hole appeared blurry.
Will closed his eyes, his breathing turning sharper although his whole body started to relax and succumb to how good you felt, relishing in you getting wetter and squeezing tighter around him.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” you whined, your warning useless as he felt you begin to shudder and tense.
The broken moans that followed your words turned into loud cries, the convulsions of your body coaxing out his end in quick succession.
He fucked you until he had nothing left, slamming into you with hardly any awareness for anything other than his pleasure, feeling his cum spilling out of your wrecked hole and all over his sack.
Rubbing his hand back and forth through his hair roughly, he pulled out of you and stumbled back, his stomach moving sharply as he worked to settle his breathing.
“Fuck me,” he panted, watching his cum continue to leak out of you, a thick stream of it running down your inner thigh.
His cock twitched when you righted yourself and turned to face him, your disheveled state and the way his treatment of you had made the strap of your tank top fall to reveal your tits already starting to make him hard again.
“Come on,” he ordered, squatting enough to get himself under your body so he could hoist you onto his shoulder, his laugh adding to yours.
“Will!” you squealed, hitting his upper back as you hung off of him.
He chuckled more as he began to move toward your room, the sound of it and excitement of what you were in for next making your heart flip in your chest.
“You think I’m done with you yet, sweetheart?” he quipped, his question both a threat and a promise.
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*tell me that's not drunk Will? 🫠
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