warnings: nsfw, minors dni, porn with very little plot, enemies to ???, hate sex-kinda-not really, dirty talk, overuse of princess, oral (fem receiving), fingering, protected sex, no aftercare, not edited
a/n: hey. how you doing?? kinda nervous to post this one, been awhile since i wrote smut to this length. this could be my one and only fic for wsh, we'll see. feedback is appreciated <3
“god, you're the worst,” you grumble, turning your head into the pillow, cushioning your moans, your cunt fluttering around his fingers.
“am i, princess?” he turns your head to face him, your jaw pinched loosely between his fingers, making you look up at that godawful toothy grin. his fingers curl and you gasp, soft lips parting, eyes rolling back in the dark. “look at you,” he murmurs, eyes studying like he's studying a play, fixated and focused, running them down your front, licking his lips as they snag on the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, “dripping, baby, you're so wet for me.” he moves your head to the side, his mouth touching the shell of your ear as he leans in closer. “surely i can't be the worst if i've got you this wet, hmm?”
you finally bat his hand away, rolling your eyes as he chuckles low. “it means nothing,” you grit out, voice breaking with another moan, feeling his thumb brush over your clit. it stays there, circling it, each one agonisingly slow. “faster,” you whimper, reaching your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close.
“i'm in charge here,” he murmurs against your mouth, “though, i might be persuaded if you beg for it.”
“i don’t beg for anything.”
“with me, you will.”
you laugh, a short burst of noise hitting the air, full of disgust, “you're so full-” the rest becomes a squeak, fizzling against him as he kisses you hard, his fingers still pumping into the wet, tight heat of your cunt. you grab onto the back of his head, fisting your fingers through the waves of blond curls, trying to match his roughness, only to whine desperately as his tongue licks into your mouth.
he claims you like he's done it a thousand times before, the corners of his mouth hitched high, grinning against you as you become nothing more than just a soft thing he can play with.
when he pulls away, he leaves you gasping for more, and he mumbles something about doing a good job as your head lolls back on instinct, giving him more space, as he works his mouth down you neck. he takes his time, kissing you everywhere, your shoulders, over the tops of your breasts, down your stomach, planting a kiss on each of your hips, until he's finally settled, both legs draping over his shoulders. you smell like coconut, his nose buried into your skin as he turns and kisses the inner of your thigh, right at the apex.
he's so close, and yet it feels like he's not close enough.
he stares at you like no man has ever looked at you before. gone is the frustration he normally reserved just for you, that annoyed flick of his eyes you would receive whenever you did or said something he didn't like. no longer are you glaring at each other like you were trying to set the other on fire. replacing it is hunger.
he wants you, his body vibrating with need, like it might break him if he doesn't get you.
you jerk up onto your elbows, chin tucked in, not letting him win whatever staring contest he had started. “are you gonna…?” your voice trails off, hand subtly waving in the air.
“you're inpatient.”
“i'm horny, and tipsy-”
“-and desperate enough to let the guy you swear you hate fuck you,” he cuts you off, the hand looped around your thigh squeezing you tight.
your eyes narrow, bruised mouth forming a scowl. “i still hate you.”
“good,” he grunts, licking his lips, “i still hate you too.”
he latches his mouth onto your pussy, hissing as his cock presses uncomfortably against his zipper, that first taste of your arousal getting him harder, more harder than he thought was possible.
“will,” you moan, collapsing quickly onto your back, fingers gripping the sheets. he licks and sucks, and you go all breathy, moaning his name again.
“you should see yourself right now.” he's still looking up, watching. you reply with only moans, stroking your hand through his hair, curling your fingers tight, as he grazes your clit with his teeth. “so fucking pretty,” he groans, catching you rolling your nipple between your finger and thumb, “shame you're such a brat.”
“no, it's a shame you're such a dick,” you grumble, and you both share a smile.
he draws back, replacing his mouth with his thumb before you can tell him off, your annoyance dissolving as he runs the calloused pad over the seam of your pussy. you clench desperately around nothing, whining at him for more.
“watch it, princess, almost sounds like you're begging,” he smirks, snickering as you tug on his hair.
“fuck off.”
“before i've fucked you? not a chance.”
he slides a finger in, pumping it in and out, watching your pussy take it, and then a second. you're wet and warm, and his cock throbs, aching to be where his fingers are. he eases them out and twists them back in, painfully slow, earning him a delirious cry of his name.
“jesus-!” you shudder as his head drops and his tongue sits flat against your swollen clit, devouring you with measured movements. “it's really not fair that you're good at that.” the side of his mouth twitches. “like…really, really good,” you sigh, eyes squeezing shut, completely lost in the pleasure, “don't stop, please, don't stop.”
“you gonna come?” you nod, whimpering out a yes. “give it to me, princess,” he murmurs, sucking on your clit, the pressure just right. he groans approvingly as you clench hard around his fingers. “that's it, come for me, fuck-! tastes so sweet, princess.”
he gives the slit of your cunt one last lick as he pulls away, smirking as you squirm, body quivering against the sheets.
you reach and place one hand on his shoulder to push him away, “i need a second.”
he's gentle as he removes your legs from his shoulders, kissing your body everywhere again as he works his way back up. “not so bad for a dick, right?” he says, voice dripping with cockiness.
you scoff, but it holds no bite. “you weren't even that good.”
he twists your nipple, pinching it to a point where the pain turns to pleasure, and you gasp. “liar.” his lips drag over your shoulder, kissing you, tasting the saltiness of the sweat that now lingered on your skin. “i bet you've never had someone eat your pussy that good before.” he sucks on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and you slap your hand pathetically against his bare chest. “well?”
“i've had better.”
he rolls his eyes, “sure.”
your lips twitch, “i can give you names.”
“no, thanks,” he grunts, sliding his hand between your head and the pillow, cradling the back of your skull, “they don't match up to me and you fucking know it, princess.”
“so you say.”
there it is, that annoyed flick of his eyes.
“you're something,” he grunts, pressing a lazy kiss to the corner of your mouth, enjoying it as you chase his mouth in search of more. he pulls back before you can catch him, hands working at his jeans as he moves off the bed, feet thudding against the carpet as the meet the floor.
in the periods of silence, you hear the music, the laughter, muffled voices, downstairs, none suspecting you're upstairs right now with will. especially not your brother.
“you got anything?” he asks, pulling your focus back to him. his jeans are gone now, just black boxers, snug in the right places, left. he toys with the waistband, pushing his thumbs under it, waiting for your answer.
“what?” you jerk up onto your elbows. “like…chlamydia?”
he snorts, the sound travelling out before he could stop it. “no. i mean condoms, princess.”
“surprised you don't have one on you.” you roll over to the bedside cabinet, and blindly fish around in the drawer. “here.” you pull out a foil condom wrapper and toss it his way.
he tugs his boxers off, kicking them away as they reach the ground, his cock springing free, and standing to attention. “it'll fit,” he says, grinning, watching your eyes widen, despite your best attempt to hide your reaction. he scoops the condom up and tears the wrapper open with his teeth, watching you watching him roll it over his hard length. he drops one knee onto the bed, fisting his cock. “you sure you want this?”
“is the sky blue?”
“depends on the time of the day.”
he runs the head up and down your cunt, both of you whimpering as he nudges it against your clit.
“tell me you want this,” he orders, fisting the base of his cock, keeping the head pointed at your slicked hole, “say it.”
“will-”
“say it,” you sigh as he cuts you off, “say you want me to fuck you.”
your heart beats inside your chest. “i want you to fuck me, will.”
he eases the head inside, watching you stretch for him, before pulling back out. “ask nicely.”
“fuck off.”
he kisses you, a slow, searing kiss that makes you dizzy, and has your hips arching up to meet him. and then he's pushing inside, slow at first, inch by delicious inch, until you're whining and clawing at his back to go faster.
he chuckles, bottom out, resting in the cradle of your hips. “so impatient,” he tries to get out through a groan, your slick cunt already squeezing him, “fuck, are you always this tight? shit-!” he runs his thumb tenderly along the side of your neck, catching you a little off guard. “how'd you want this?”
you take a breath, a devilish grin slowly curling the corners of your lips. “i thought you were in charge?”
his face turns serious, “be careful what you wish for.”
he draws back and thrusts in hard, your moan coming out more like a squeal as he snaps his hips forward, jerking your whole body. he sets a rhythm, hard and deep, your body quickly turning soft as he fucks you into the mattress.
his head drops, mouth nipping at your neck. “look at you just taking it,” he murmurs next to your ear, “can be a good girl when you want to be, huh?” you nod, tongue nearly rolling out of your mouth, earning a deep chuckle. “just needed that brat fucked out of you, didn't you?”
“yes,” you whimper, digging your nails into the back of his neck, drawing him in close, “yes.” your eyes squeeze shut. “fuck, oh my god-!” he's unrelenting, thrusting his hips forward, trying to go deeper than he possibly could. “yes, just like that-!”
“they're gonna hear you if you keep screaming like that.”
you scowl, cheeks burning. “i'm not screaming.”
“you're screaming,” he says, kissing you hard, tongue finding yours as you gasp, mouth parting.
one hand slips between your bodies, your fingers finding your swollen, slicked clit, circling it in fast movements.
“you gonna come again?” he murmurs against your jaw. you nod, thrashing his head against the pillow. “yeah, you fucking are,” he grunts, grinning, all cocky, down at you. “that's it, princess, do it, come on my-fuck,” he cuts him off with a groan, “you're squeezing so tight. that's it, that's it.”
he kisses you, cradling the back of your head, silencing your cries as you come. it punches through you harder than the last, your body arching into his, hands clawing at whatever you can grab - his back, shoulders, arms. and he needs no encouragement, will following you quickly after. you whimper, feeling his cock jerk and spill into the condom, his mouth attaching to your neck, biting down softly.
“shit,” he groans, taking a second to catch his breath, your bodies still wrapped around each other. he kisses your neck, a lazy kiss that snaps you back to reality.
“you can go now,” you mumble, pushing your hand against his chest, just enough to roll him off you.
he lifts his head, but it quickly collapses back onto the bed. “what?” he strains his eyes to glance at you. “no cuddles?”
you grimace, throwing a hand out, trying to push him further away. “fuck off.”
soo, I was at the birthday party and when i saw all the couples dancing while me being alone with my vodka, i felt disgusted and sad at the same time.. like, i wanted to be them, but also leave me tf alone. is this normal?? idk, i just felt weird, anyway, I'm home and safe and gone from all of that lol, but still hated everything about it
