A Bitter Heart | Under Your Control | A CREEPER fanfiction
''I feel contained under your control, in your black lipstick and the soul you stole. Girl give in, let desire take hold.''
''Take me now while the Gods can't hear us.''
''Midnight belongs to you and me baby, in the bedroom in the dark right next to me, and every time we touch I fall apart.''
-Midnight
Will Gould X F!READER
Song: Creeper - Midnight
Words in italics are 'Midnight' lyrics used as dialogue.
Rating: ☑☑☑ = nsfw 18+ 🖤 🖤 🖤
Notes: For her, you know who you are.
Words: 793
Tags: @nixieteeth
Waxy black slipping over Will's shoulder. Glistening from the light of the moon. Shimmering ripples bounce up over his pale moonlit skin. You pull him against your chest and tuck your chin over his hair. Cloudy eyes looking up at your from under soaking slicked black hair. Midnight stricken, lust driven Will is looking up at your through his sultry contacts. The precision of his gaze is not clear and the darkness in his eyes is guarded from you. You feel his fingertips pressing into your skin from underneath the water's surface. He clings to your back and pushes his fingers to your waist, moves them down to your panty line. Pushes them further under the water, and towards the slick he can find under all that cold depth.
You push his hands away for a moment.
'Let me.' he asks. You can feel him melting in the ocean of need. 'Girl, give in let desire take hold.'
'Ohh boy, don't you look at me that way.'
You pull Will by the collar you contained him in, you unwrap the wet leather clinging to his frame, pull him up by his shoulder towards you.
His eyes are glowing behind his cloudy haze, black eyeliner and rusty eyeshadow melting over his stupidly high cheekbones, moonlight bouncing off them reflecting directly into your soul like a razor edge.
He stares at you with his intense eyes, his beautiful pallid face, dripping wet lips slightly parted he leans into you. Dripping water on your bottom lip ,spilling lust onto your tongue he laps at your mouth trying to connect his face with yours further.
You don't let him. You cut off the kiss midway. You whisper in his ear. 'Don't you dare rush. We have all night.'
He blinks and stares, waiting. He moves your hand towards the metal ring on his black collar. Guiding you to pull him your way. Holding your hand in place, waiting for you to guide him. Hooking your index finger through the ring, you pull Will by the neck, out of the pool, out of the garden and into the house.
Standing Will in front of you, in the dark in your bedroom his arms are not restrained but he has been a very well behaved boy.
'Will..you have been sooo good, so patient. I need you to tell me...'
Will kneels down and places his hands to rest on the sides of your hips. he looks up from down on his knees, up into your eyes. He waits.
'Will.. I need you to tell me how you feel right now.' You run your fingers over his hair, tracing over his cheeks. He has a puppy dog look to him right now.
Deliciously helpless and in his own words he says, 'I feel contained under your control.'
'That's a good boy.' You tell him. 'Get up!'
Abruptly tugging at the ring, he jolts up from his knees. Will is in his tight black wet jeans, no shirt, wet hair, smudged eye makeup.
'Take off your jeans.' You tell him quietly.
He looks at you through his hair, chin tucked to his chest, a sexy smoulder enveloping his face. He starts to unbutton his jeans as you watch him from a distance.
'Strip for me Will.' Black boxers tight around his erection Will's hand moves below his waistband, half his hand is buried beneath his boxers. You walk towards him, place your hand on his wrist and push his hand further under. Standing in front of Will, you pull your skirt over your head and slip your black dress off. You are let with black ouverte panties, an under bust bra and a chest harness. Your breasts are cupped and cradled in purple strands of rope.
Will's eyes widen at your reveal. HIs lips fall apart and his hand is starting to move slightly faster. You Close the gap between the two of you, and slide your palm over the back of his hand in his boxers. You mimic his movements as he touches himself, hand resting on his. Cupping his cock. You move his hand out of the way and grab him all to yourself.
You hook your hand over his waistband, fingertips grazing against the soft pale skin on his stomach right next to his hipbones. You drag your fingers tips over and past his hipbones taking off his boxers and dropping them to the floor.
'Will..' you get down on your knees and look up at him with a sultry stare. He looks down at you, eyes deep set, the angle of his face is devastating to you. His symmetrical jaw and wide jutting cheekbones are haunting your every thought and dream.
'Will.. I need to suck your cock.'
'So hold me like a gun with the safety off, squeeze the handle firm and the trigger soft'
