"Ugh, this is so boooring, I wish someone else was touching me."
His eyes light up with eagerness and desperate hope as he crawls closer with hearts in his eyes.
"I-is that permission, my dear? M-may I take over?"
Taking the hand that you've been using to stroke yourself, you use it to push his face away, fully aware of the fluids that's clinging to your fingertips.
"Nuh-uh. Did I say your name or something? What are you talking about?" He's on the verge of tears as he reluctantly backs off and lowers himself on the bed, looking absolutely devastated. His shaky hand gently touches the spot where your fingers touched him, his breathing picking up as he tries not to give in to the overwhelming urge of sucking your fingers clean of your essence.
"Please... I'm sorry, please forgive me! I-I'll be good! I won't break anymore rules!" You feel yourself grow more excited at the sight of his teary-eyed expression, the fact that he was this upset over not being the one to bring you to the peak fueling your inner sadist.
"Cry about it. You aren't entitled to me." You drawl amusedly, watching as he grows panicked and stammers out defenses about how he wasn't trying to imply anything or force you to do things for him.
"I know, I'm just messing with ya." He pouts, his cheeks growing a deeper shade of red as he resigns himself to just watching intently, his body tense, waiting for the moment you'd give him the go-ahead. Though there was always the creeping fear that it would never come and he would just have to make do with what he has right now.
When had he grown so entitled? He remembered times where he was happy just existing close enough to spy on you, but these days he felt like he could never get enough of you.
You and your evil ways of teasing him relentlessly. It drives him insane, yet paradoxically enough, he has never been more turned on in his life. The worst part was that he's starting to suspect that you've caught onto that particular tidbit, hence why you were being so very mean to him.
He needed more. More of you, more of the way you deny him things with that adorably handsome look in your eye, like you relished his suffering just as much as he did. What had you done to him?
Or maybe perhaps, he's always been this way and you've simply coaxed it out into the forefront of his mind. Either way, he was wrapped around your finger and was happy to keep things that way.
He was yours to toy with, in any way that you see fit. Even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts.
The speed of which you were moving your fingers increased, now actually putting in the effort to getting yourself off properly, breathy grunts escaping you in even puffs. Pierrot watched with wide eyes, enraptured by your solo performance, his boxers feeling almost painfully tight.
Your unoccupied hand crept up your body, dragging your fingertips sensually across your skin, before coming up to one of your nipples. They weren't all that sensitive (in fact, very few parts of your body were), but you still tweak and twist them between your index and your thumb with an exaggerated sigh of relief, just to make your audience of one feel all the more left out.
Your eyes slide shut as you immerse yourself in the sensations, only half paying attention to the squeaking of springs and the feeling of the mattress dipping. When you feel hot, panting breaths fanning across your face, you open your eyes to find Pierrot now looming over you with a near delirious look in his eye, his maw dripping with drool.
"Do you find this fun, my love? Is it fun to you to push the limits of my restraint? You know I need you. Let me have you. Please. I am much better than a hand, aren't I? Please use me. I beg of you. I'm yours."
Even on the verge of going mad with lust, he was fighting tooth and nail to keep himself from touching you as you had forbade it earlier. If he did, the punishment next time would be much more severe.
"Please... don't make me watch your hand do my job for you... no more..."
A cruel smile curls upon your lips as you listen to him beg, his body trembling with restraint.
"Maybe I'll consider letting you lick the cum off my fingers once I finish if you're lucky."
You hear a choked sob escape his throat and pause, your brows furrowing with concern.
"Pierrot, are you alright?" After a few shuddering breaths, he nods slowly and sits back down in front of you, his fists curling.
"I-I'm okay. You can keep going. I'll... I'll tell you if it's too much. Please. Don't stop now." Having gotten his reassurance, you press your lips together and recline back against the pillows, trying to get back into your headspace, however the interruption had proven to be too distracting.
"Ah, fuck, you did this on purpose, didn't you?" You bemoan with playful annoyance and stop moving your hand. He blinks a couple of times before adopting a bashful grin, unsure of what you were getting at but happy to be acknowledged nonetheless. "I-I'm sorry?"
You groan exaggeratedly and spread out your arms with faux-disinterest, as if this was a huge inconvenience.
"Well, this is your fault. So fix it." His yellow eyes flick between your face, to your crotch and then to your hands, unsure if he should let himself hope. "Are you...?" He mumbles shyly and shifts, trying to relieve the pressure the tent in his boxers was causing.
You make a show of rolling your eyes and gesture towards your bare form.
"Get to it. You owe me an orgasm since you ruined it." It was admittedly adorable to see the sullen monster light up like a Christmas tree at the command, giddy like he'd won the lottery. Without wasting anymore time, he pounces on you, his razor-sharp teeth parting to let his unnaturally long tongue slither out and curl itself around your sex, purring when the familiar, intoxicating taste of your fluids hits his taste buds.
"Thank you. Thank you so much. I'll make it up to you, I swear. I love you." Like the sap he was, he kept placing reverent kisses all over your crotch in-between licks and suckles, the sight admittedly doing something to your insides.
"Love you too, ya dork." You grumble, trying to keep up your cool and collected facade despite him actively servicing you. "But I may not be so merciful next time, ya hear me?" He nods vigorously, his expression deathly serious.
"Understood, my love. Thank you for your continued benevolence." You let out a snort of amusement at his dramatic remarks but choked on the noise as his mouth latched onto you properly, making you lose your train of thought.
No more teasing, then. That's fine. You liked this part too, when he's so worked up that he can't help himself. After all, what's the point of pushing him if there's no relief every once in a while?
whats in ur opinion the craziest part of willmack lore? actually whats ur top 5 craziest willmack lore moments😭😭
Thank u for the ask Nonnie 😋😋😋
Its gonna be so difficult to pick just 5 I can say that rn hmmm
Hm: the TikTok account. Iykyk
5. Mack breaking wills windshield or Mack barely denting wills windshield depending on who you ask… fucking insane I love them to bits like what do you MEANN😭😭😭😭
4. THE WEIRD NOISES THAT KEEPS TOFF AWAKE WHEN HES TRYING TO SLEEP BEFORE GAMES AND HAS A ROOM NEXT TO THEM
3. The matching everything. Matching suit matching shoes matching pjyamas matching boxers too I’m sure
2. The rivalry. They were direct rivals 2 years ago. Will is still in competition with Mack despite them being bsfs now. I think about them and the fuck me eyes by Ethel Cain bridge 1 million times a day (“I’ll never blame her // I kinda hate her // ill never be that kind of angel”)
1. Has GOT to be that one clip of them high in the stands (maybe in the box I don’t remember it too well) were they literally look like they kissed/where about to. What on earth is the platonic best bud explanation for that????
