DAY FOUR • ORAL (ft. william)
tw: fellatio, bunny slippers stay ON during sex, horrible synonyms for pp, gn!reader
Another day, another thing to get scolded over. That’s how it always was with William. You couldn’t exactly say you didn’t deserve it, considering your lazy lifestyle, but it got annoying from time to time.
“Liam, why do you care if I left a sock on the floor, it was just one sock!” You whined, grumbling as you tossed the sock at the hamper — and missed, much to his annoyance.
You watched the vein in his forehead bulge even more now, as if it were about to pop. “Because, master, now I have to clean it up.”
“No you don’t,” you responded easily, “I’ll clean it up later!”
You really wouldn’t have, to be honest, but he didn’t know that. Probably.
“Master…” his lip twitched. “I have… no words for your ignorance. I cannot tell whether or not you’re joking. Either way, if you won’t help me, I suppose I should simply ignore you and continue my work.”
“Hey! You can’t just ignore your master like that!” Your words flew out before you could even think. “Plus, who says I won’t help you?”
“Oh?” He rose a brow in your direction. “Do you plan on helping me for once, master?”
Suddenly, an idea formed in the back of your head.
“Of course I do!” You scoffed, crossing your arms. “I’m not some heartless monster, Liam! Now come here.”
He watched you skeptically, furrowing a brow. “Why would I need to— ah?!”
He was cut off abruptly as you dropped a pillow at his feet, dropping to your knees in front of him to corner him loosely between your body and the wall.
“Master? What are you…?”
“I’m helping you. Like you wanted.” You looked up at him with a smile. “You’re too stressed, Liam. Let me fix that.”
For a moment, he looked as if he were going to shoot back one of his attitude-filled remarks at you, but it never came. Instead, he simply looked down at you, sliding his glasses up on his head.
“Then… go on, master, I don’t have all day.”
That was all you needed to hear to get to work, sliding his apron to the side to undo his trousers. You gently palmed at his length, watching it leak a small dark spot into his underclothes.
“Mmph… master… don’t tease me,” he groaned under his breath. “I need to last a short while at least…”
Cute. Though he acted arrogant all the time, he was just like a puppy looking to please his master.
Finally, you took it out, wrapping your hand around the pale base to press a kiss to the tip. If his shuddering breath was any indication, he was already feeling more relaxed.
The moment you felt that bitterness hit the tip of your tongue, more of it poured out, beads of it running down the underside of his flushed dick before you wrapped your lips around it, sucking gently at the head.
By now, whenever you looked up, you’d catch a glimpse of William’s gorgeous red eyes peeking from under his lashes, or his Adam’s apple beading with sweat. As you took him deeper between your lips, he cursed to himself, biting down on the thin plastic stick between his teeth to muffle his sounds.
“Master,” he breathed softly, “you… you’re going to…”
Before he could finish, a sweetness coated your tongue, flowing freely from his body. You could feel your mood get lighter as it absorbed, the sound of his voice drowned out by the feeling of acme on your skin and swirling inside you.
As soon as you’d finished drinking in the remaining acme, you felt a pair of big hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you up against his body.
“Thank you for helping me, master.”
