heyyy, I’ve been loving your devils night series one shots. I too feel as if we need more devils night content on here and I’m a big fan of your writing! Could you maybe do a Will Grayson one? I know you’re busy working on some right now but I thought I would request my fav horseman 🖤
summary: He comes back to you after years away.
warnings: smut
words: 2889
a/n:
Devils Night Oneshots—ML
You hadn't seen Will in years; not since he left. The two of you were together nearly every day for two years, supposedly in love but then—nothing because he left.
A lot of time has passed—two years worth of time—since he left you… You hadn't known why he left, only that he did. It was an eternity devoid of words or touch. Seeing him. Feeling him.
But now he was suddenly here again. At your front door.
You felt a mix of emotions as he now stood in front of you—in your home.
"Fuck, Y/LN," Will let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his worries fading away as his eyes met yours and he realized you weren't in trouble—you were safe.
It was communicated to him via text message that you were going to be hurt. Even though you and he have been apart for a considerable amount of time, he is able to reassure you that you are okay, and you have never felt more overwhelmed than you do right now.
Without wasting any more time, Will rushed forward as the words spilled out of his mouth. His hands found your cheeks, cradling your face with a fierce tenderness, before he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a passionate, urgent kiss.
He was a creature of insatiable hunger—ravenous and desperately yearning for something more—you two had been separated for too long.
You both longed for each other, a hunger that had grown excessive, and as you finally drew apart to catch your breath, you seized the moment to speak.
"Will—what are you—how could you!" As a torrent of emotion surged within you, you found yourself unable to articulate a single coherent thought. Your words tumbled out in a stammer, while your heart raced wildly, threatening to escape the confines of your chest. You missed him, but he left you, you wanted to know everything and why was he back now?
"Why—" Once more, you attempted to voice your thoughts.
"I got a text—I thought something was wrong—"
You wanted him to explain but you couldn't. You silenced him with a fervent kiss as you pressed against his lips again.
At that moment, nothing else mattered to you—he was here now.
As you kissed, your bodies intertwined seamlessly—synchronized in a dance of desire—and he craved you more than ever.
The kiss was so intense that it sent shivers down your spine, guiding you both to your couch. He positioned himself above you, his form casting a shadow that enveloped you, his hands firmly planted on both sides to support his weight while his lower body melded against you.
You broke the kiss again, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of disbelief and wonder reflected in your gaze.
You reached up, brushed his cheek, and tilted your head to savor the moment and confirm he was there.
"I’m sorry," he murmured gently, and without a moment's hesitation, you bridged the gap between the two of you as you leaned up to press your lips against his.
The kiss lingered, soft and gentle, inviting you to surrender once more.
As your lips collided, a passionate energy ignited between you, causing the very air around you to tremble with an undeniable force that gradually enveloped the entire room.
You lifted yourself to him, moved your arms to wrap around him, and as you did, you hung tightly around his neck, holding on to him as if he were your anchor.
Don’t leave me again… You thought to yourself and then he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you from the couch.
His hands traced a path to your lower back and then to your curves as he held you aloft. With your legs encircling his waist, your lips continued to meet in an intense dance as he carried you toward the space of your bedroom.
Once you reached it, Will threw you down onto the bed with force, and your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to take a breath.
You missed this. You missed him.
Will approached you once more, his body finding its way back on top of yours, and once you released the breath that you were holding, you spoke, your voice tinged with worry.
"Where have you been?" You asked softly. "I was so worried, you left me! You don’t know how badly—"
"I would give anything to go back—I—I should have—" He whispered, his voice barely breaking the silence as he shifted on the bed, the heaviness of his words lingering in the space that separated you.
"You should have never left me, Will Grayson…” You started off with a tinge of hurt in your voice. “Everyday my mind was consumed; all I could think about was you. If you were okay… what you were doing… I haven't seen you—" You let a heavy sigh escape your lips before you continued, "Did I do something?" You asked as you gave your head a light shake.
Will listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he hovered above you, absorbing every detail—the flush of your cheeks, the furrow of your brows, the way your hair cascaded gracefully over your shoulders—and a soft smile began to appear on his lips—he missed you.
"No—it was me, Y/N. I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice a gentle balm as he let his fingers glide softly along your collarbone. "You don't need to say anything else; not right now," he whispered as his gaze wandered along your form before rising to connect with your eyes again as he leaned in closer to you.
The kiss unfolded with an urgency that spoke of fleeting moments, a fierce clash of tongues engaged in a passionate duel for dominance, as though you had been waiting for this exact moment for years.
As it progressed, the need for each of you grew stronger.
Your fingers were entwined in a gentle embrace as Will loomed over you, his body gliding gently on top of you, and you both found yourselves entranced by each other.
"Are you mad at me?" Will inquired gently, his voice barely above a whisper, as his hand began to explore your form.
You responded with a shake of your head, your face highlighted with understanding as you leaned in to kiss him again. You were mad but right now he was here.
In that moment, he took his time, carefully peeling away your layers, relishing every inch of you.
Will's hands found their way to your breast with a delicate yet assertive touch as he removed your bra.
The instant his fingers contacted your breasts, a soft whimper slipped from your lips, a sound he savored as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hands continued their gentle caress.
Your fingers glided along his back as you reached down and grabbed his shirt at the hem. You tugged at the sweater, guiding it toward his head and urging him to remove it before he could react.
Your eyes roamed over him, captivated by how his sculpted physique loomed above you.
"Don’t ever do—" You began to whisper as you drew nearer to him, but he hushed you with his words.
"I love you," he said, his voice filled with tenderness.
You smiled warmly and connected your lips once more, and that was when the temperature rose between you as your bodies pressed closer together.
Everything else in the world became irrelevant while you both crashed against one another and moved in perfect harmony.
Will's left hand glided down your body, tracing the curve of your form until it reached the hem of your jeans. With a slow and deliberate motion, he found the zipper, easing it down as his other hand gripped the headboard, anchoring himself as he leaned closer.
Will's fingers penetrated your core with a determination that matched the intensity of your kiss as the fabric of your denims loosened.
The air was thick with passion, and the only sounds that echoed in the room were the soft gasps escaping your lips, a melody of pleasure as his fingers pressed deeper, igniting a fire within you.
Will's hunger was insatiable, a fierce fire that burned within him, driving him to push you to the edge.
With every thrust of his fingers, he offered no respite, no moment to catch your breath.
After a few more deep sweeps of his fingers, he withdrew you from inside of you and pulled back to look at you...
"I missed this,” he groaned and then he placed his fingers inside his mouth to taste the remnants of you.
As he clamped his mouth shut, he held his gaze as he let his wet, hot tongue swirl around his fingers.
As he finished his task, he withdrew his fingers from his lips, eliciting a faint sound that lingered in the air, and then he locked eyes on you intensely.
"Say it back, little trouble," Will murmured, his voice low and sultry, as he loomed over you, a smirk playing on his lips.
The sight of Will above you caused you to experience a tightening within your insides, a job he left unfinished—he was teasing you as he once again trailed his hand slowly down your body.
With all the emotions still swirling inside of you, you seemed unable to articulate your thoughts, so you simply nodded your head in response.
"Yes, my doll," Will whispered.
"Will, I need you," you gasped out while Will's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he lowered his gaze.
"Those words won't do, little trouble," Will whispered, his fingers trailing down to tease you at your entrance, yet it was still insufficient.
"Say it," Will commanded, his fingers brushing over your clit with a swift, tantalizing motion.
You arched your back, a gasp escaping your lips, leaving you breathless and momentarily speechless. Just as you began to lose yourself in the waves of pleasure, he withdrew his hand, capturing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"Why won't you say it back to me?" Will's voice sounded like a desperate whisper as he gripped your wrists above your head, his intense gaze speaking loudly.
"Maybe I wanted to see you beg," you declared, your gaze unwavering as Will's expression shifted, a whirlwind of emotions playing across his features.
"You want me to beg? Well, I will tell you, Y/N—there is no corner of this world where you could hide from me..." He pressed soft kisses along the curve of your body, each one igniting a spark that traveled through you.
"I would search endlessly, every shadow," he murmured, his lips trailing soft kisses along your body, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.
"And I will not rest until I convince you to love me. I am a begging man, Y/N and I—" He stood before you, your faces mere inches apart.
"I am begging," he murmured, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that made your heart flutter.
You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks, a blush creeping in as you smiled, unable to resist the pull of his earnest plea.
"I'm just terrified to say it back now... What if you leave me again…" you murmured, your gaze drifting away.
Will, sensing your turmoil, gently cupped your chin, guiding your eyes back to his, a silent plea for connection lingering in the air between you.
"I love you, Y/FULL NAME, and nothing will take that from me. I’m sorry. I was stupid. No one will take you from me anymore... I'm really sorry for leaving. I was just scared—I wanted to protect you, from me, from everything. The past two years I left to protect you and sort my shit out, but I missed you—it was agonizing and lonely. I had nothing. I am nothing without you. Your absence left a void that could not be filled… Y/N, I love you, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up; I just got stuck." Will declared.
You were trying to find the words, but everything just felt inadequate compared to what he just confessed.
"I love you," you said, and as soon as the words left your mouth, you gestured to him by pushing up on his upper body to indicate that he should turn over.
He obliged with a smile, and in an instant, you straddled his lap, positioned yourself on top of him, and leaned down to begin kissing him.
Will's hands deftly peeled away the denim that stood between you and him, and once you were positioned above him, he grabbed your hips and lifted you slightly before placing your back down on top of him, causing you to let out a moan as you felt him begin to fill your insides.
You moved slowly and deeply as you bounced on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips with each motion.
Will's fingers curled around your hip, his touch both possessive and guiding as he led you in a rhythm that felt electric, each movement igniting a spark between you.
You could feel everything.
The room began to spin—filled with anticipation and longing—and the more you rode him, the more your movements became erratic and the wetter you became, but it was Will's turn, and within a second, he lifted you and flipped you over onto your back after giving a sharp sting to your ass.
Will's length thrust inside of you with increasing intensity; he was moving faster and harder, and you let out small moans as you grasped his hair. With each movement of his hip, you pulled at his hair tighter as he pressed on top of you.
You could feel everything: the way Will's fingers dug into your hips, which was creating tiny markings, and the way his length was twitching inside of you, and how his hot breath tickled against your ear.
And you'll never forget what you heard—your name moaned into your ear from his lips. As you did the same, Will tightened his hold on your hips.
His movements became more intense and prolonged, leaving you breathless, words trapped in your throat, no matter how desperately you attempted to speak. Instead, it was whimpers of his name.
He found that your sobbing response turned him on even more; his actions were growing increasingly intolerable. You found yourself desperately reaching for something as your fists clenched around the bedsheets, but then he stopped, and you let out an audible pout.
"It's not over yet, don't worry," he said as he playfully teased you before he rolled you onto your fours.
He closed the distance between you. Your lips met as his hands gripped your hips with possessive strength once more, and as you felt him fill you, a fuzzy warmth enveloped you, and you couldn't help but throw your head back in ecstasy.
His heart raced, and with each sway of his hips, an overwhelming wave of pleasure enveloped you both. In that moment, Will's body twitched for the final time, yet his desire to satisfy you remained unquenched.
He gently turned you on your back again, locking eyes with you for a fleeting instant before pressing his lips to yours. But you pulled away, words poised on your lips, "Will, I need—" you breathed into his mouth.
You needed him—everything was too much, and you were intoxicated by him—he smelled of husk and whiskey.
"Tell me what you need," he said hungrily, and instead of speaking, you grasped his hand, guiding it down the curve of your body until it reached your entrance.
His fingers began to dance with gentle precision, twisting and curling once more as he explored you—deep and rough—and Will could sense the way your muscles responded, spasming beneath his touch. With one more sweep of his fingers, you curled up, the sensation intensifying within you.
As soon as you let go of yourself, an overflow of relief washed over you, and the knot in your stomach disappeared.
His hand became wet with the liquid that you had released, and so he swiftly replaced his fingers with his mouth, ensuring he absorbed every last bit of you.
You gasped, your back arching as you tangled your fingers in his hair. The moment Will sensed your reaction to his tongue, a soft groan escaped his lips, sending shivers down your spine.
The sensations overwhelmed you, each wave of pleasure intensifying your sensitivity.
Feeling as though you could bear no more, you reached down, your hands delicately encircling his neck, drawing him closer to you, your breaths mingling in the charged air between you.
With a final tender kiss upon your lips, he settled beside you, wrapping you in a comforting embrace.
He leaned in close, his breath whispering against your ear, "I won't leave you again."
You felt a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips, a subtle expression of your inner warmth.
"Good, you convinced me," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
