you don’t know, babe, when you hold me and kiss me slowly it’s the sweetest thing.
after working himself too hard, you help will unwind in a new way.
content: 18+, sub!willne, fem!reader, established relationship, teasing, handjobs, riding, praise, mild degradation, m&f orgasms, unprotected sex, pet names & a whole lot of kissing.
word count: 3k+
a/n: hey all! first post, SO nervous. i’ve taken so much inspiration from all you amazing writers on here, i hope you like! i’m still learning how to use tumblr and this is also a new style of writing, so let me know what you think. on that note, it’s 3am so i’m posting this and hiding away until further notice 🫣
best part, willne
“let me have you tonight.”
in the dim light of your shared bedroom, your eyes glue to will’s skin, not daring to leave him for so much as a second. with only you to witness it, he looks nervous, bottom lip reddened, glistening with something new that you haven’t explored before.
you were used to sleepy sex, with will pressing your back into the mattress. careful touches and gentle movements that still carried the perfect amount of firmness, taking you apart, showering you in the kind of love his friends would endlessly mock him for if they knew. he pieced you back together afterwards, reminding you just how much he adored you as if you could ever forget.
sometimes things could be rougher around the edges. you loved that. when will traded tender for possessive, gripping your skin hard enough to leave small marks all over you. small marks which he then apologetically (unapologetically) kissed later on, little shit.
will was an effortless dominant. he had no trouble in pushing you down, making you take whatever he decided to give you, all the while hushing pure filth into your ears while he claimed you all to himself.
there were instances where will let you lead the way, but it was very few and far between, and usually resulted in him taking over anyway. will just loved worshipping you, and you never exactly minded it. it was just the way things fell into place most nights.
tonight, though, you wanted to look after him.
there’s nobody else in the world as stubborn as will. he never lets anybody tell him to slow down, to stop pushing himself and take a step back. he’s all or nothing, full throttle, constant, pouring himself into everything he does. of course, he had a soft spot for you, but even so it was still a struggle to stop him from wearing himself down.
somehow, you manage to get him away from his laptop for cuddles, because cuddling you was something he simply couldn’t resist. now, he’s on his back and you’re tucked into his side. his arm drapes lazily over your shoulder, while his thumb traces comforting patterns into your skin.
shifting yourself up on the bed a little bit more, your lips meet his jaw to press a dry-lipped kiss into his stubble—hiding your dumb smile because you could never be too serious.
“but maybe i want you tonight.” will eventually speaks, minimal effort behind the words. it’s whiny, honestly, but you let it slide for now because you like him like this. his eyes lock on yours.
it’s then you notice the darkened circles under his eyes, and just how exhausted he really is.
a soft chuckle leaves you, the front pieces of your hair falling into your face. his free hand brushes them aside before you get the chance to.
“you’ll still have me, obviously.” you mumble. “i’m not that cruel.”
his head tips backwards into the pillow, like he was trying to come up with some excuse to resist this. meanwhile, your hand has found a nice spot underneath his shirt, smoothing over warm skin that tingles underneath your fingertips.
“come on, let me have this. you don’t need to do anything, just stay here.” your voice low and persuasive, convincing.
it takes a moment. the thought visibly circulates behind his eyes before he settles on a simple, reluctant, “alright then,” daring you to try.
that’s all the permission you need.
repositioning yourself is easy enough. your hand slips back out from under his shirt as you climb onto his hips, staring down at his pretty, lowkey skittish face. his hands automatically travel to your waist, squeezing gently.
“you look cute in my clothes.” he says, finally noticing your current will shirt of choice.
“i like wearing them.” you reply with an honest shrug, cheeks warm. being on top feels strange, even now before anything’s happened.
before the conversation can continue, you dip down to kiss him. it’s deeper than you originally intended, catching you both off guard. one hand cups his jaw, guiding him where you want him. he kisses back just as hard, fingers tightening on you.
a hot breath shudders from him when you pull away, bottom lip brushing his whilst you both catch some air. from up here, his face is a picture. flushed cheeks, swollen lips, completely kissed out.
“god, will.” it comes out as a breath, almost a whisper. his face stays cradled in your hand, held like something fragile on the verge of shattering. for once, he has nothing to say. no comeback, no clever joke, just a small smirk as his hands run up your sides beneath the shirt.
“i thought you liked me wearing your clothes, hm?” you smile playfully, kissing his cupid’s bow before sitting back, letting his face go.
“don’t be a tease.” he grunts, sinking further into the bed, eyes never leaving your gaze even when the shirt disappears over your head.
“sorry.” you say smugly, with no sincerity behind it. you throw the material somewhere across the room that didn’t matter right now, leaving you in just your bra. instantly he smoothed over your curves, drinking up the sight of you.
you need his shirt off now.
with an excessive amount of fumbling, you find the hem of will’s shirt and give it a gentle tug to pull it off of him. will cooperates perfectly, pulling himself up a little to make it easier, the shirt quickly discarded on the floor with your own.
“you don’t waste time, do ya?” he looks pleased with himself as your eyes rake hungrily over him, knowing just how much you love the way he looks. everything about him is perfect anyway, but especially his chest.
“you’re so sexy.” your fingers run over the expanse of skin, his chest hair tickling you. will’s cheeks flare up again, the same way they had when you first kissed the smirk off of him. he’s weaker, receptive, but not entirely relaxed just yet.
you can’t help yourself leaning down to kiss him some more, this time with his arms loosely looping over your shoulders. a pathetic attempt to pull you closer, but of course you allow it. a controlled swirl of your tongue swiping across his swallows up a noise, something between a chuckle and a whimper.
your palms make their way to his shoulders, which are still rigid, muscles knotted up.
“relax,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth. “i’ve got you. please, love?”
a quiet hum answers you. the tension gradually loosens from his shoulders and jaw, he’s making a conscious effort to let go.
“that’s better.” you grin, until his arms tug you back down for another kiss. you give in for only a few seconds, letting him have you for a bit before sitting up properly, earning a frown.
“you’re evil, you.”
“you’ll be thanking me soon.” your eyes sparkle with a new delight, something that excites and terrifies him at the same time.
with a few careful manoeuvres and a joint effort, you slide his joggers off and kick your shorts aside. you now settle beside his thighs, smiling stupidly to yourself.
“stop staring at my stomach, you weirdo.”
a burst of laughter escapes you, and he doesn’t hold out long either. that pulls you out of your loving daze.
“can you stop ruining my moment, please?” you joke, fingers brushing over the sensitive skin of his abdomen, enough to make him inhale sharply.
you hadn’t realised how responsive he is, not just in the obvious places, but everywhere. your featherlight touches spark against his skin like static, drawing out the most breathy sounds from him you’ve ever heard.
fucking hell, you’re so in love.
your nails dance along the waistband of his underwear, and for the first time tonight, you really look.
“holy shit, you’re hard already?”
“shut up, not fully.” he mutters, cheeks burning up.
“all i’ve done is kiss you, will.” there’s a teasing glint to your voice hiding how much you love it, how attractive you find it. your hand hovers just above his bulge.
“god forbid i get a boner when you’re, um, you know.”
you smile wickedly. “when i what, hm?”
luckily for you, watching your boyfriend fall apart in front of you quickly became your new favourite thing. you close your fingers around him, giving a gentle squeeze.
“fuck, reader.” his eyes squeeze shut tightly, one hand bunching the sheets beneath him, gripping onto that just as hard.
“look at that, willne, lost for words. this is new.” you take your time tugging the waistband down, slowly enough that his teeth sink into his bottom lip, biting back his sounds of dismay.
it’s too tempting to say something completely filthy, you decide against it. let him sit with it, the version of himself everybody sees, and the one pinned here beneath you, speechless without any real touching yet.
when you finally release his length, there’s no hiding it. he’s fully hard now.
one look at his face and you simply cannot resist the urge to capture his wet lips in another kiss. his cock is forgotten while you lean over him once more.
this kiss is different. it’s slow motion, unhurried, the purest expression of love you’ve ever felt. will’s free hand presses you closer on your back, hugging you in.
you could stay like this forever. you’d never complain about anything ever again.
it’s easy to tell when he starts getting antsy. one, his abandoned cock, two, the muffled whimpers against your mouth that you swallow up with your lips, and three, the way his grip tightens on your skin without him realising.
“okay,” your lips barely pull away a millimetre. he blinks up at you, hesitant of your next move. “you ready?”
the answer is irrelevant, because your hand is already there.
what you don’t expect is the way his whole body jerks, nerve endings stretched thin, on high alert, a sharp gasp escaping free.
you collect the small beads of pre-cum at the tip, using them to slick your hand and build a steady rhythm. you glance over at his face, on the brink of combustion. you’re wrecking him with a lazy handjob.
“you okay?” you ask softly, just to check in. he nods with an abrupt hum, full body shuddering.
“there we go, baby. just let me handle this for you.” you test the name, the sweetness of it lingering on your tongue.
“feels good, yeah?”
“so fucking good,” he groans. “so, so good.”
“i knew you needed this.”
his thighs tense, he’s close already. you, however, are only just getting started. there’s no way this is ending here.
“you bastard.” he curses under his breath the second you remove your hand.
you snicker evilly, feigning innocence. “what?”
in one controlled movement, you hook a thigh over him and settle onto his lap, underwear and bra still in place as a barrier. he twitches beneath you, the physical reaction alone makes you ache.
“can’t have you getting off that easy.” you smirk.
his hands find your sides again, feeling all over, touching you like you’re something sacred. a haze clouds his eyes, overtaken by pure need.
“i need you,” he rumbles low in his throat, the sound stuck somewhere inside. “please, darling.”
your head tilts, covering his hands with yours at your hips. “you have me.” you reply, knowing damn well what he actually meant.
his hips buck helplessly into the single layer of material between you. “no, ah, i need you, baby.” he tries to emphasise, forcing the words out despite it all.
“i don’t understand,” you tease, a sick grin on your face. leaning closer, your breath fans hot against his lips. something comes over you, some wave of bravery or dominance, and you press further—breathing down his ear, lips gently grazing the skin. “what do you need?”
a shiver courses through him. “tell me, will.” you add, rolling your hips down just enough to pull a moan from him, an unexpected one that he doesn’t have the chance to bite away from you.
“fuck, i-i, i need you.” he repeats the unsatisfactory demand again, struggling to compose a sentence or coherent thought at this point. all there is to focus on is the weight and heat of you on top of where he needs it most. “wanna touch you. please.”
that surprises you. of everything he could’ve said, he just wants to touch. who are you to deprive him of that? his wish is your command.
you sit up, fumbling behind you for your bra clasp. it falls away with a simple tug, and his eyes immediately follow your skin, hands falling from your hold and cupping you gently.
“wish i could take a picture of your face right now.” you say fondly, trailing a finger along will’s cheek with a careful touch. “you’re practically drooling at the sight of my tits.”
will’s face straightens, you giggle back. “don’t worry babe, it’s cute as hell.”
he looks away, flustered, until you catch his chin, forcefully guiding his face back. “there’s nothing in that brain of yours right now, is there?”
his cock twitches again. being degraded by you is unfamiliar territory, something you’ve done only once, maybe twice before. he loves it more than he ever expected to. still, he shakes his head in disagreement, a feeble attempt to delay the inevitable, despite being practically hypnotised by your boobs.
your eyes roll when you feel will’s fingers squeezing you, dropping to the thin lacy waistband of your underwear. arousal burns up inside you now, your grip on will nudging his jaw upwards.
a quiet “please” slips out from him, anticipation and lust straining underneath you. will’s now glossy try their best to avoid yours, but your sinister smirk and your unforgiving grip of his face make it impossible to look away.
“poor boy,” you coo, revelling in all of it. “you want me to ride you, yeah? put you in your place?”
“please, pet.” he shudders, waiting for any signal, sign, any go-ahead, anything at all to initiate whatever this is.
“okay, love. wait a sec.” you lightly brush your thumb over his lips before you let his jaw go, he simply presses a tender kiss into it.
guiding his hands, you successfully shimmy your underwear off, somehow managing to work around your current position together.
“you’ve been so good,” you praise between the action. “turned me on so much, you know that?”
it’s endlessly funny (and endearing) watching will unravel, even if it is in his stubborn “i’m not a sub” fashion.
you hold will’s cock steady and in place, sinking down on him with almost no resistance. it’s heavenly.
a deep breath shakes through you while you adjust. even though you’ve been together for however long, his size still surprises you now. either way, the look of pure bliss on will’s face keeps you from faltering, not to mention the beautiful groan that falls from his mouth.
“oh wow,” it comes out a rumble, the man below you lost for words regardless. “holy shit, will.”
a grand total of thirty seconds pass before your hands brace on his chest. you start moving, rolling back on him in slow and controlled movements.
your back dips slightly, enough for you to smile down at will while he falls apart. his body goes pliant underneath yours, a jumble of soft whines and whimpers.
when his hands return to your hips, you’re quick to catch them, pinning them above his head instead. the difference in your hand size should feel strange, but everything about this is deliciously perfect.
“that’s it, yeah, that’s it.” you usher out without much thought. will’s cock brushes inside you. an angle so perfect it has you almost seeing stars.
once you find your rhythm, it doesn’t take long at all.
“you getting close?”
will nods frantically. it might be fun to make him wait, keep him one stroke away from it, right where you want him, but that’s a conversation you need to have with him later first.
“me too. come on, baby. let it go. that’s it.” you encourage through laboured breaths, clenching around him. without much convincing, he does. he floods your insides with his warm cum, the very second you allow it.
“fuck, will,” you’re becoming a mess now, approaching your own release. will’s hands stay pinned even as one of your hands drift between your legs, sweetly pushing you over the edge.
it has you gasping, spilling a mess all over will, claiming him. finally you drop his hands, laying down on his chest and pulling off his spent cock with a heavy sigh.
both your chests rise and fall steadily, coming down from your highs together. your nose brushes against his jaw, he nuzzles into you and blinks into nothingness, consumed by it all.
“you okay?” you ask him after a moment.
he simply nods, humming into you. “so good.”
this is the most relaxed you’ve seen him in a long time.
“good, i’m glad, my love.” you shuffle your limbs around a little, sliding off and wedging yourself behind him for his favourite type of cuddle.
“right, we need some kind of plan here.”
will’s brow lifts at that, so you continue. “how about we cuddle for five, clean up, then cuddle again?”
“hm,” he exhales. “how about cuddle for ten?”
always a negotiator, this one. but you’re weak when it comes to will.
“okay fine, ten it is.” you sigh fondly. “but, try not to fall asleep… we’re kinda gross right now.”
“yeah.” is the reply will settles on, instead of the usual playful jabs back at you. it doesn’t matter, you’ll keep track of timing for the both of you.
“i love you.” his bare shoulder swallows the tender words from your mouth.
“i love you too,” he sounds so sleepy, voice deeper than usual and honestly a little croaky. “thank you.” he tacks on even quieter, if you weren’t cuddled so close, you might’ve missed it completely.
“anytime, will. you know that.”
and if the cuddles run over your arranged agreement by a few extra minutes? well, you don’t mind staying gross a little longer to keep hold of will like this.
a stirring sound disturbs you momentarily. by the sound of things, he doesn’t mind either.
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