I'M REALLY THINKING ABT IT not necessarily a part 2 but i have another idea i wanna write so we'll see,, im down atrociously for Will right now and i wanna write him again
Warnings: not quite smut but not quite not smut, William is a bit obsessive and a bit of a perv but that just makes him hotter imo, sensual touching, suggestive touching, cursing, lingerie, usage of pet names, slight age gap (William is about 40 and y/n is in her early 30s), dom/sub undertones, br33ding kink if you squint, set before the bite of 83. Also the fact i didn't proofread this at all.
A/N: i've had this idea for a while but finally decided to write it down. it's been a long, long time since i've written, please be patient with me.
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William misses you deeply during the week. The combination of working a 9 to 5 job then having to help you take care of his children; its overwhelming. It would be to anyone. He's tired during the week.
That's why the weekends are his favorite. Not because it's time off; that's just an added bonus. No, it's simply because he can pour all his attention to you. With the kids away for weekends visiting his ex-wife, it makes it oh so easy to have his fun with you.
For as long as he wants.
For being an older man (older than you at least), he seems to have unlimited stamina. Perhaps it was because he saves all his energy for weekends. Perhaps not. You would never know, and never bothered to pry. You figured it would be too awkward of a conversation.
However, this abundance of energy was both a good thing and a bad thing for you. You loved it because he could match your pace and libido. But, on the other side of the coin, you hated it.
Why?
Because the man loved his foreplay.
He could tease you for hours if he wanted to. And he has before. He gets off on seeing the needy look in your teary eyes. It sends a shiver down his spine when you reach out your hands to him, whimpering out his name to give you any sort of relief to the wetness in your pants. Knowing that its only him that can make you this way. That it's him that had that effect on sweet little you.
He'd do anything to stretch that out to infinity.
Because of this, he's slow in his foreplay. Very very painfully slow. And, one of his favorite activities?
Dressing you up. In a pretty, sexy little outfit just for him. Something that leaves just enough to his imagination.
He picks them out himself. Where he gets them? You have no idea. They seem to just show up out of the blue, and every couple of weeks he has a new one for you. And, despite never having asked you your size, they always fit you perfectly. A lucky guess? Maybe.
You found it easier to believe that he just knew you that well.
You knew the routine for when he had a new one to show you. He would find you wherever you were in your shared space. William's long, thin arms would snake around your waste, guiding you to stop what you were doing and pay attention to the man behind you. His breath would be hot on your neck, feather-like kisses being pressed to your soft, flesh as low rumbles of satisfaction cascaded out of his chest. He would then move his hands from your stomach to clasp around your waist, his large palms dwarfing your hips as he rubbed up and down over and over again so so gently. He'd then angle his head upwards to whisper in your ear, his breath making the tip of it become hot and the bottom cold.
"I have a present for you, bunny." He'd whisper to you in his rich, deep, velvety accented voice, sending a shiver down your smaller form.
You knew what that meant.
William would then guide you into your shared room, locking the door behind him. He didn't need to; the kids were long gone. You two never had any visitors.
He just liked the feeling of knowing that you can't escape him.
This very same thing happened every time he had a "present" for you.
Tonight was no different.
After William locked the door, your eyes darted over to your shared bed. There was another one of those boxes again on the edge. Totally indiscreet. If you were to show it to anyone, they'd have no idea of its contents.
However, you were all too familiar with it's contents.
William sat down on the bed next to it, eyeing you from across the room. He spread his thighs apart slightly and patted one of them, his devilish smirk never leaving his handsome face.
"Would you like to open it together, darling?" He asked you.
Your face flushed. How could he be so nonchalant about this? You knew he knew what was in there. You knew he knew what was coming. You knew he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
It was so fucking hot.
You mumble out a quiet yes as you pad your feet over to him. When you get close enough, he holds out his bony hand to you, which you accept. He helps you down, easing your smaller body to sit on his lap. Feeling devious, you wiggle around a bit, hoping that maybe he'd have some mercy on you that night.
No dice.
All you get is a deep hum and a kiss on the forehead as he reaches over to the box, your face becoming hotter as he brings it in closer. When he goes to remove the lid from the box, you can't help but try and advert your gaze, turning your head to bury it in his chest.
This seems to displease him. He tsks at you, looking down at you with firm eyes as he puts a hand under your chin, making you look up at him.
"Now, dear," he purrs, "I picked this out specifically for my good little bunny. You wouldn't want to disappoint me, now, would you? Make me have to go to the trouble to return it, hm?"
You know how he is at times like this. He wants things to be perfect.
He gets a little... worked up, when they aren't.
You quickly shake your head. William smiles down at you and presses a kiss to your cheek as he releases your chin, mumbling out a soft "good girl" as he turns his attention back to the box.
Your lover glides his long fingers over the top of the box before hooking them on the underside of the lid, slowly lifting it up. The anticipation was killing you and he fucking knew it. You could see the satisfied glint in his eyes when you rubbed your thighs together, your pussy already craving him.
And he's barely done anything.
Sly bastard.
When the lid finally comes off, all you see is a frilly, lacey pile of pink neatly tucked in the cardboard. Inspecting it a second longer, you were able to piece together exactly what you were looking at. A lacey, sheer bralette, pink lace cascading down in an attempt that, when its on you, would cover your stomach. Along with it was lacey little panties to match, just big enough to cover what they needed to. And, to top it all off; long, sheer, white stockings.
You hated to admit it. You wanted it to not be true. But you liked it. You liked the little outfit a lot. It would perfectly suit your body.
And William fucking knew it.
You reach out to touch the fabric, rubbing it in between your pointer finger and thumb. William leans down to kiss your cheek, his smirk growing when he feels just how hot it was.
"Do you like it?" he asks you. He knew the answer. You knew he knew the answer.
He just wants to hear it from you.
You nod your head.
"It's really pretty..." you breathe out, your voice wobbly with arousal, "I love it. Thank you, William."
Your lover lets out a chuckle. A pleased chuckle at that. Oh how good for him you were. You knew exactly how to act and what to say when he had you like this. When he finally got to give you his undivided attention.
You were perfect. Absolutely perfect for him.
He should've divorced that other woman years ago.
"My sweet girl," he purred, his hand reaching up to rub your side as he gave you a few more kisses to your heated cheek.
When you started to lean into his touch is when he pulled away from you, a soft whine leaving your throat as you looked up at him. Your eyebrows were bent as your eyes looked deep into his, the need you had inside of you glossing them over.
William could die happy right there.
"Would you like some help trying it on, little bunny?" He asked you.
Even though he said it like a question, you knew it wasn't an option. Not that you minded, though. Anything for him to keep putting those hands on you.
You nodded your head in response, worried that your voice would make you seem too eager. His smile widened in pride, giving you one more kiss on your forehead has he helped you off his lap. With a hand on the small of your back, almost far down enough to be resting on your ass, he led you to the full-body mirror the two of you had in the opposite corner of the room. Placing the box holding your new outfit on the side table, he looked at you in the mirror as he stood behind you. Gently, he placed his hands on your hips, rubbing circles into them as his eyes raked up and down your form. Pressing another kiss into your hair, he angled his hands upwards, the tips of his fingers going up your shirt.
"We'll have to get these old things off of you first, love." He purred in your ear, his hands gliding further up your torso. Slowly, he lifted your shirt up over your head, discarding it onto the floor below you. Since it had just been you and him in the house, you decided that for the weekend, you wouldn't need to wear a bra, meaning your bare chest was now on full display for him. He seemed very pleased by this, a deep rumble escaping his chest as he placed his hands back on your hips, soft kisses being pressed to the back of your neck.
"Have I ever told you just how gorgeous you are, my sweet, sweet bunny? Just how perfect of a body you have? Just how you make me feel?" He asked you rhetorically, his eyes fixated on your chest in the mirror. You could feel his grip on your hips tighten, as well as his semi-hard clothed length being pressed closer to your butt.
Was he having to restrain himself?
You supposed so.
He pressed more kisses to the back and side of your neck, his hands gliding down on your body and making you sigh out a moan. He was getting impatient. You could tell. He loved foreplay, but you knew there was only so much he could take.
You figured he just had a much shorter fuse that night.
Much quicker than how he pulled off your shirt, he slid your pants and panties down your legs both in one go, his hands hugging every curve. One your old garments were bunched on the floor, you stepped out of them and kicked them out of the way. You were fully nude in front of William now, your body hot and the air around you cold. You thought it was slightly unfair that you had to be naked while he still had all his clothes, but you didn't really care for more than a second. He way he looked at your body in the mirror was enough for you to be okay with it. The hunger and restraint in his eyes; you couldn't get enough.
He wanted you. He wanted you badly. He wanted his precious little bunny beneath him now.
But, where's the fun in that?
"Are you ready for your new outfit, love?" He asked, his voice calm and collected while the tips of his fingers were trembling, begging to grasp onto your chest or butt.
You nod again and he's just a bit too quick to reach out for the box. Reaching in, he finds it best to start with the bralette. He unbuttons the back of the sheer fabric, his eyes darting between your body and the mirror and the clasps on the back of the garment. His hands are slightly trembling with restraint, the tightness in his pants growing more and more uncomfortable by the second.
You were practically dripping at this point, your legs starting to become wobbly. You wanted him so so badly, and you could see how bad he just wanted to pounce on you.
Just a little longer, dove.
There's plenty of William for you to have in time.
Finally, he's able to undo all of the tiny buttons. He drapes the pink fabric across your chest, and you lift up your arms to help it fall into place. William presses more feverish kisses to your neck and he rebuttons the garment, the bulge in his pants lightly rubbing against your bottom. When he's done, he reaches his hands around to your front, his hands gently cupping your breasts as he "adjusts" the lingerie into place. His palm grazes over your hard nipple, and you can't hold back the soft moan that escapes your throat. William sucks in a deep breath through his nose at your sound, his hands going back to rest on your waist.
"Hush, little bunny," he hushes you, nuzzling his nose against the crook of your neck, "Stay quiet for me. Be good and save your voice for later. I promise I'll reward you so nicely. You'll get every little bit of me you desire, just shhh for now."
Biting your bottom lip, you nod again as you force yourself to stay quiet. William presses a kiss to your shoulder as he reaches over to the panties. When he has them, he kneels down and opens them up for you.
"Step in, darling. We're almost done." He urges you, and you comply.
You step your feet into the holes of the panties. Gently, William glides them up your legs, dotting light, feathery kisses against your plush thighs as he situates the panties around your dripping slit. He lets out a soft breath as he stands back up, his thumbs digging into the swell of your ass to admire his handiwork.
You hold back a squeak as he leans by your ear.
"Go sit on the bed, love. It'll be easier to get your pretty socks on."
You do as your told, settling yourself on the large bed in the middle of the room. You stick you legs out just a hair, and William kneels again, but this time in front of you. He now gets to see you in all your glory; how watery your pretty doe eyes have gotten out of your lust for him.
God fucking damnit you made this hard for him.
Naughty, naughty girl.
He'll have to punish you for it later. He's busy with a more important matter right now.
He fumbles with the thin sock in his hands before opening it up for you. Gently, he guides your foot to slip inside. Once the cloth is over your ankle, he uses the tips of his fingers to slide the sock up your leg, pressing in slightly deeper as they work their way up to your thigh. Once the sock is on, he lingers his fingers at the hem just a second longer than needed, his middle finger so dangerously close to your slick.
You wanted to moan out his name, beg him to just fuck you already.
But you couldn't.
You had to be good.
The tent in William's pants was almost unbearable when he opened up the next stocking and slid your foot in. Clenching his jaw, he summoned up all the self restraint he could as he slid up the clothing up your leg. When it finally reached the summit of your thigh, William let out a shaky breath, allowing his hands to softly grope your plush for a moment.
Slowly, he let go and leaned back on his ankles. You were finally ready for him. He was able to marvel at you finally in full.
God fucking damn you were so fucking sexy. You were so beautiful and pretty in the outfit he got you. It hugged all of your curves just in the right way.
And the best part was you were all his.
You were his bunny. His wife to be.
His. His. His. His. HIS.
And he was going to make sure you knew that.
Ripping his gaze away from your body, the look he gave you was dark and needing. It wasn't a want anymore, no. He needed you. He needed for you to scream his name, to feel every inch of him slamming in and out of your cute little wet hole. He needed you beneath him. He needed you to be filled with is white, hot, sticky love. He needed to see it gush out of you when he was done.
It was time to start.
William leaned forward to you on the bed, gently pinning you down by the wrists while he hovered above you. He told you not to use your voice, but you didn't care anymore.
"William..." you cooed, your body trembling beneath him, "Will, please... I need you so bad... I can't take it anymore."
William stared at you in awe for a moment- just a moment before he let out a soft, dark chuckle. He lifted up one of his hands, brushing your loose hairs out of your little face and cupping your cheek.
"My dear, sweet, little bunny... The things you do to me. You make it so hard for a man to control himself."
He hopes that you don't like the gifts that much.
They always end up ripped and in tatters by the end of the weekend.
