The Science Project (part 2)
William Afton x Fem!Reader
{ cw! nsfw }
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It's been a week after your little "encounter" with Mr. Afton. You ended up getting a B on the project, since Michael ended up dropping it in the hallway and little pieces spilled everywhere, causing you both to lose some points. You couldn't help but think about Mr. Afton working so hard on that model with you and his ungrateful brat of a son just doesn't care, but of course, there's two sides to every story.
Maybe Michael wasn't such a bad kid. You don't know anything about his past. He might just have a hard time at home or something, you shouldn't judge someone whom you know almost nothing about.
Regardless, you were satisfied with the grade you got, and you were especially happy that you didn't have to argue with his disgusting mouth anymore.
But that caused a problem...
"Promise me you'll come see me again."
"I promise."
How were you going to see William again now that you aren't working on the project with his son anymore?
Now, you are 18. You have a car, and you technically can go wherever you want. Transportation is not the issue – what is the issue is what will happen if Michael sees you over there again.
You had science next class period, and you were willing to ask that asshole where he'll be after school, so you can figure out the perfect time of being there. You were hoping Michael was in an after school club, but considering his attitude, it's unlikely.
You were hoping you could figure something out soon.
-Time Skip: After School, 3:15 PM-
You were laying on your bed, clothes thrown all over the place as you rubbed your finger frantically over your clit. Though you were a huge switch, being either extremely dominant or extremely submissive, you always had the tendency to whimper when you were being overstimulated, but still, it felt so good to do it.
You're pushing down on the small bud – hard, too. Really hard. You were a whimpering mess. You typically put something in or over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, since your parents had cameras that also recorded audio in the house and you didn't want your moans to be heard by your parents.
You usually put a vibrator inside of you as you rubbed your clit, but you could never find your g-spot. You felt pathetic, you couldn't even find a pressure point inside of your own body and every other girl seemed to be able to. You hated degration, because of your relationship with your parents, but you always had some kind of insult to reiterate to yourself over and over, especially when it came to masturbation.
So, in simpler terms, you only used a vibrator as something for your soft walls to clamp around when you cum.
Eventually, as that coil inside of you began to tighten, you started to think of William. You thought of what he would say to you if you ever got the chance to have him pound inside of you. You thought about him calling you a "good girl" with that light, smooth British accent of his. You thought about him desperately rutting into you, panting as he squeezed his big, veiny hands around your neck. You thought of him being able to find your g-spot, and holding you tightly as you came the hardest you ever had in your life.
When that coil snapped, you absolutely lost it – and you knew it was because of your dirty thoughts about your classmate's dad. You were shaking so hard, your body twitching so violently you had almost no control over your body. With enough strength, you moved your arm to grab a pillow beside you. Biting your lip to contains your little moans and whimpers wasn't enough this time. Shakily, you put the pillow over your face and moaned like a pornstar would into it, whimpering occasionally, "Ohh, William.. please- pleeease. I-I'm cumming.. so.. hard.. I can't... I can't..."
You chanted his name like it was some sort of holy prayer. Your walls squeezed the dildo so hard, as if they were trying to milk it, suck everything out of it. Eventually, your body began to relax. Your pussy was still pulsing but you weren't shaking as much. Thinking of William before you orgasmed completely caused you to become completely tired out after your orgasm. The thought of him made you cum so hard, you could only imagine what it'd be like if you actually had him fuck you.
Finally, when your body completely relaxed, you pulled out your vibrator and turned it off. Your cunt gradually weeped out onto your bed sheets. You began to close your eyes, and you quickly fell asleep.
-The Next Day-
You were so grateful that it was the weekend. You've been busting your ass studying for finals which are coming up very soon, so you decided to treat yourself to dinner, dessert and some new clothes.
As you were shopping for clothes, you picked up a few shirts and a pair of skinny jeans. You honestly loved how you looked in all of them as you admired yourself in the mirror in your changing room. You thought that all of the clothes you picked out complimented your figure really well. You were really proud of the body you had.
As you were exiting the changing room, the men's section caught your eye. You always liked to briefly look around there, imagining yourself buying some clothes for the boyfriend you've never had.
How could an 18 year old, a senior in high school, never have a boyfriend? I'm a fucking loser. I'm an adult and I've never once had a boyfriend, I really must be ugly.. It took you some time, but you tried to tell yourself that your dating history does not define you as a person at all. You told yourself this whenever you had these thoughts, but it never worked long term.
You pushed the thoughts out of your head. You deserved a nice weekend, not a weekend full of self-doubt and more pressure to be better than you already are.
"Attention shoppers, the store will be closing in ten minutes. Please make your final selections and pay at the front register."
You decided you were going to start making your way up to the front.
But before your even took your first step there, you felt a hand wrap around your neck, pulling your body against whoever was behind you, but they weren't choking you. At least, not hard enough that you couldn't breathe.
Nevertheless, you started to panic. You felt your knees go weak, your heart raced. You started to feel nauseated, the same feeling you got when you were with your father.
"If I remember correctly, you made a promise to come visit me..."
And you swore your heart stopped.
That voice, that accent, and the hot breath you felt against your neck.. you knew who it was.
"W-William-!" you gasped. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but the grip on your neck was holding you in place.
"What did I just say? You made a promise to come visit me," his voice was more angry than before.
"I-I know, William, a-and I'm sorry. I just didn't want to show up with Michael there and have him catch us. A-And aren't you still married??"
When you said that last sentence, you felt the grip he had on your neck become a little tighter. You gasped softly and felt a warmth pooling between your legs.
Suddenly, William grabbed your wrist and started to drag you behind him as he stormed towards the back of the store.
"William, where are we-?"
"Bathroom. Now."
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hey guys! i'm glad you requested a part 2, this was really fun to make. sorry if the spaces between paragraphs are uneven. i tried to make this one a bit shorter and more straight to the point then part 1. let me know what you think. <3














