Warnings: Some mild nudity and descriptions of The Belly™️
Summary: Will is tired after an early morning trek, and comes home to take a much needed nap with you.
A/N: Prompts used were Nap Time and The Belly™️ (not using a claim on the character card for this one, the Will Johnson space will be used in another fic!)
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Will had been up since before the sun could even consider rising up through the dark sky, everything asleep aside from him and the stars that dotted it in blaring constellations, his path through the valleys illuminated by the silvery moon.
He loved being awake this early, able to be alone with his thoughts; the brisk, freshest air possible filling his lungs as he walked quietly along the narrow trails made by animals and the men that followed them.
A faint smile tugged at his lips - one that wouldn't be visible in the darkest part of the night right before dawn broke through - as he thought of you tucked up in bed, the blankets that had adopted his body heat keeping you warm in his absence, and he knew it would feel like the longest walk back home.
His pace grew sluggish as he neared the cabin after what felt like forever, until he eventually caught sight of a wisp of smoke coming out from where his home lay nestled in the hillside, the warmth of your welcome making him carry on with a more driven stride as the quickly rising sun beckoned him closer.
Yawning incessantly as he slipped the strap of his rifle off his shoulder and temporarily placed his gear by the door, he stepped through the threshold, the comforting warmth embracing him to let him know he wasn't as invincible to the cold as he thought he was.
Like a magnet, he drew himself over to the bed immediately, kicking his boots off as he went, his hands making quick work to rid his upper body of his layers of shirts and finally his pants. Will crawled in, hovering above your dozing form, and placed his face in the toasty hollow of your neck. He breathed in your sleepy scent; the effect of it like a drug that made him long for rest even more, his body and mind replacing his earlier sharpness with a drowning sense of fatigue.
"Hmm, morning," you cooed, turning more onto your back as you reached a previously hidden hand up to brush through his hair.
"Morning," he replied, his voice gravelly and eyes revealing a weariness you weren't used to seeing following one of his trips out in the wild.
"Are you okay?" you asked, your brow furrowing as he smiled weakly before pressing kisses to the inside of your forearm that was still raised to hold the side of his scruffy face.
"Hmm, yeah, I just need a nap," he admitted, his body slowly lowering itself down onto yours to make you giggle and wrap your arms around him.
You stroked his back as he lay against your chest for a few moments, sharing the same breathing pattern before he rolled over to lay beside you.
He peered out the window, watching as the clouds he had seen earlier chasing the sun finally closed in on it and engulfed it in their grip.
"Will you stay in bed with me?" he asked, turning his head to look at you now.
"You make it hard to say no to that," you smiled, snuggling in closer to him.
Will placed one of his arms around you, languidly stroking your arm in a way that you knew was just as soothing to him as it was to you, his other arm moving up to rest over his eyes; shielding them from the dull gray light that was enough to hinder his sleep even though the sun was swaddled in its own blanket of clouds.
He sighed as he settled into the mattress, his belly rising and falling in inconsistent, but relaxed breaths as sleep quickly took hold of him, leaving you to admire the thick spans of dark blond curls that decorated his beefy midsection and more. Your fingers idly played with the coarse hairs that rested between the slight round of his stomach and where his cock lay hidden beneath the covers, tempting you to rouse him, but refraining as his body twitched and soft snores began to sound out from his parted lips.
Thinking you could lay here for hours like this, watching as he dreamt beside you, it appeared you were more tired than you thought, and within moments you were back asleep; your hand still resting comfortably on his warm belly.
This is my submission for the Deanobingo by Laurfilijames and Blairsanne.
Character: Will
Prompt: Do you trust me?
NSFW prompt: Roleplay
Love you both!
Surprise!
Words: 1850, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wanted (Australia TV 2016), dean o'gorman - Fandom
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi
Characters: Chelsea Babbage, Will Johnson (Wanted TV 2016), Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Chelsea Babbage/Will Johnson, Chelsea Babbage / Original Female Character, Will Johnson / Original Female Character
Additional Tags: Roleplay, Hostage Roleplay, Threesome, unprotected intercourse, all kinds of constellations, plenty of genitals, bi oc, bi Chelsea too, Picnic, Bondage, blindfold, Teasing
Warnings: rated E, 18+. Unprotected intercourse (M/F). Jealous Will resulting in rough shower sex.
Summary: You return to the cabin after over a week apart from Will - your hunger for each other having grown by the day - and make up for lost time. Will shows off his newly finished renovations, as well as his renewed strength from his healed wounds, but something else causes him the need to prove his love to you.
A/N: I originally intended this to be far more dramatic than it is, but I’m a baby and just want them to be happy and screwing so that’s that. Oh, and there will be a 6th part!
Part 1 2 3 4
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Storms coming. Two days out. Says it’s supposed to last for a few days.
Your stomach flipped, full of butterflies whose delicate wings were woven out of nothing more than excitement, the grin that stretched your lips from nearly ear to ear undisguisable.
You typed quickly on your phone and set it down on the kitchen counter beside you.
I like that forecast.
It vibrated, and you took your eyes away from your task and glanced over at the message on the screen, your smile still plastered on your face.
See you soon then.
Will’s confidence poured through his response, like he knew full-well you wouldn’t say no, his cockiness making you miss him tenfold.
The week and a half that had passed since you left his cabin felt like ages, and you couldn’t remember a time you had been more excited for something. The plan was for you to return to the cabin anyway- storm or not - but rain and weather deemed unfavourable by others seemed to have become an added enticement; the link that reminded you both of how you ended up together in the first place.
As you stirred the soup simmering in the pot on the stove, you thought of how much Will had accomplished with the renovations to the cabin in your time apart and you couldn’t wait to see the changes. He was currently putting the finishing touches on a shower, an indoor toilet had been installed, and all previously broken windows were now repaired to make his cozy dwelling even more appealing to you. In your extended stay that lasted over a week, you really didn’t care about such luxuries - happy enough to wash your hair in the sink and have a sponge bath - all you really needed was him. His recovery seemed to be coming along well, and in the times you talked to him he assured you the renovations were helping and not hindering; the physical work making him feel strong and capable, and he had even mustered the energy to go out hunting.
Will occupied your mind so much that even as you poured your soup into a single bowl, it felt as if you should be filling two, and glancing around your kitchen you realized just how much this didn’t feel like home. It felt cold and empty, like your things were holding onto ghosts of old memories, and you craved the comfort Will provided along with that sense of home you hadn't felt in so long.
Every time you went to bed you were reminded how alone you were and you missed the warmth and surety he provided you on all of those cold and stormy nights. Sleep didn’t come easy to you to begin with, and regardless of how many times you changed the sheets, your mind was always drawn to learning your ex had fucked someone else in your bed. No matter what you did to rid your flat of that prick, the memories held on, taunting you daily, but they were really the least of your worries now.
Your phone buzzed on the granite countertop with another message, making you forget the plague of your ex, and picking it up you pulled your bottom lip in your teeth, your curiosity sparking to know what Will was sending you now.
As soon as you saw the name of the sender you dropped it back on the counter in an act of fearful disgust, bile rising in your throat, and your hand shook when you hit the button to delete the text.
This needed to stop.
Two days later, and just as promised, you followed the storm along the narrow dirt road to the cabin, the dark clouds chasing you down between the mountains as you drove through the valley. Trying your best to keep a slow speed on the rough terrain proved nearly impossible, your eagerness to get to Will outshining caution.
You were practically out of the car before putting it in park, bounding out while slamming the door shut behind you as you ran up the steps.
Will stood on the porch, leaning on one of the pillars that supported the roof, looking even more gorgeous than you remembered. His smile brought out his dimples on either side of his face, his beard slightly longer than you’d seen it last, and his hair was perfectly wavy and begging to be touched.
“I see you brought the good weather with you,” he quipped with a nod of his head and a hum, the noise turning into a chuckle as he pushed off from where he rested casually and took a step forward to meet you. His hands gripped your cheeks, and the kiss he planted on your lips made the time apart worth it.
The longer you kissed, the more desperate you both became, your body instinctively arching into his to feel him against you, his hands holding your face with a power that was so full of want it made your knees feel weak and like your legs were going to give out. Smoothing your hands up his back and stroking his muscles beneath his flannel shirt, you deepened your kiss, your hunger for him growing with each caress and pass of your tongues.
Will took a step back toward the door, pulling you with him, one of his hands dropping from your face to fumble for the door knob until you heard it turn and creak open. The scent of the cabin filled your nose, the familiarity of the wood fire welcoming you back, and once you were both through the threshold he spun you around and kicked the door shut, the force creating a bang that confirmed your suspicions of not being allowed to leave this place for days.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he huffed in a panting breath, stealing a look at you for a moment before crashing against you again.
Your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, not wanting to waste any time in seeing him or feeling his skin that already spread heat onto you glide against yours. Your clothes suddenly felt unbearable to be on you, and once you had freed him of his shirt, you quickly discarded your own while Will unhooked your bra and tore it from your body. His hands groped your breasts roughly and he sucked at your neck, his beard scratching your sensitive skin, making no effort to hide his ferocity.
“Wanna see the bathroom?” he muttered against your skin between kisses, his fingers sliding down your waist to start unfastening your pants.
“Hmm, yeah.” Your answer came out distracted; the need to see him naked and have him inside you taking precedence over seeing his handiwork no matter how nice the shower was. Both of you stepped out of your jeans, clumsily casting the remnants of your coverings out of the way before attaching yourselves to each other again. You carded your hand up over his right side, smiling into your kiss when you felt how well his wounds had healed since you last saw them, and a squeal of surprise escaped your lips when Will squatted to lift you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“I’m all better now,” he grinned at you, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. “And I’m not going to go easy on you.”
Arousal shot through your veins like electricity, and you raked your fingers through his waves as you wrapped your arms around his neck, rubbing your soaked core on his impressively hard cock. His hands gripped your bum and spread your cheeks apart, the stretch making you moan into him and want to take everything he could think of doing to you.
Ardent kissing continued as Will blindly walked to the bed, depositing you down on it and crawling on top of you between your open legs. His well-worked hands scratched a little as he moved them up your leg to hold behind the back of your thigh, squeezing your flesh while he settled up to your waiting folds. His cock found your entrance without guidance and pushed inside, providing a stretch you missed so much and dreamt of since being without him. Your back arched off the bed, and you rose up to meet him in a kiss as he braced his arms on either side of your upper body, his hips immediately engaging in a rolling motion that let you know this wouldn’t be lasting long. His thrusts were powerful, slamming into your deepest point each time he pulled almost completely out of you, your body responding with an abundance of wetness to lubricate his assault, your walls contracting around him with fluttering squeezes. Your nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon indents that marked your pleasure as he quickly built your climax, his grunts of effort mixing with your lust-drunk mewling. Will sat up, shifting his knees under you as he slid your body toward him, hooking your legs over his arms to reach even deeper inside you.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered, nodding at your clit that was swollen and aching already from how the hairs above his groin created the perfect amount of friction on it.
Your eyes closed as you brought your hand down, two of your fingers spreading your slick up to it, circling them just as you had on all the nights you wished it was him doing it.
“Look at me.” His demand rang out, and you flashed them open in prompt obedience. “Good girl.” A wicked smile dressed his lips, the sight making you work harder on yourself at the same time he stepped up his tempo, fucking you with a relentless passion that made it nearly impossible for you not to let your eyelids fall closed again. One of his hands cupped your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers as it bounced to his motion, and he folded himself over you to cover you more, taking your nipple between his lips to suck on it as his hips still slapped wildly against yours. Your hand was trapped under his belly, forcing your fingers down on your clit aggressively and you no longer had to move them as his pumping took over for you, his mouth traveling up from your chest to your neck and finally your parted lips. His full weight sank onto you as both of his hands raked through your hair, kissing you fiercely as you both came undone. Will's thrusts became deeper and more purposeful, the power behind them a sign of his regained strength, and your head dug back into the mattress as your orgasm tore through with each blow from the tip of his cock on your spongy spot. He groaned against your neck, his beard scratching your skin as he fought to keep pounding into you, his own climax racking through his body. The muscles in his back tensed and spasmed under your palm, and he brought his face out of the crook of your neck to look at your briefly before crashing against your lips, his face red and strained from his efforts as he finally spilled his hot seed inside you. His kiss turned needier, and you moaned into each other as he continued to roll with you to bring you down slowly from your highs, your walls still contracting around him in quivering ripples.
Peeling his body away from yours enough to allow you to free your hand, Will smiled at you sweetly, his expression starkly contrasting to how intense and merciless he was moments ago. You reached up and moved a lock of hair that had fallen in front of his face back to join the others, his waves wet with sweat that was also layered on his forehead and upper body.
Watching you lay beneath him, Will couldn't remember a time he felt happier, and to disguise his smile he turned his face and hummed against your skin as he peppered kisses down your forearm.
"It feels good to be back with you," you said delicately, catching a faint look of surprise on his face when he looked down at you again.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Sensing his disbelief that what you said could be true, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, reaching up to kiss him, feeling his uncertainty melt away instantly. His cock softened and it eventually slipped from your warm encasement along with his spend, and a quiet whine escaped you at the loss of the fullness he created.
"So, you were going to show me the shower?" you asked, looking at him playfully as you watched a smile return to his face, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"I need you to help me check the sturdiness of it…that the door seals properly, that sort of thing." He squinted at you, listing off all the things he knew were fine as if he needed an excuse to get you in the shower with him. Sitting up from between your legs and slicking his hair back, a revived hunger washed over his face as he looked at you still spread out on the bed, your body covered in evidence of him. "You stay there, I'll get the water going."
You admired the view as he strutted through to the other side of the cabin, and you wondered if he had enough energy for a second round already. Climbing out of bed, you silently followed his path to the new bathroom and wrapped your arms around him from behind, kissing the warm skin on his back.
"I thought I told you to stay in bed," he chided, one of his eyebrows hooking on his forehead as he looked over his shoulder at you.
"It was too far away from you," you nuzzled into his back and he squeezed your hand that rested on his belly, his other one testing the temperature of the water. Turning to face you, he brought both hands up to hold your face, the wet one warm on your skin as his thumbs smoothed over your cheeks in back and forth motions.
"It's ready," he whispered, closing the space between your faces so his lips brushed over yours, feeling his hardening cock flex to nudge your core, and you knew his statement carried more than one meaning.
"The shower, or this?" you asked, running the tip of your finger along the length of his shaft, your laugh joining his chuckle as he stepped back into the shower and pulled you in with him.
"Get in here."
You could feel his smile against your lips as you slotted yours against his stubble-coated ones, and your tongue prodded to push through, your revived need for him overpowering the light-hearted, playful tone. Pressing your body flush with his, you scratched your nails up his back and through his hair at the nape of his neck that dripped with water from the overhead stream, kissing him deeply and walking until he was stopped by the shower wall.
"Someone's keen," Will hummed, his humor in your desperation frustrating you slightly.
"Is that a problem for you?" you asked, pulling away from him slightly to provide him a view of the water streaming down your breasts.
He flashed a crooked grin as he looked you over, his dimples appearing as he tucked his lip in his teeth and shook his head. "No, not at all."
Will turned to switch places with you, pressing your back up against the wall that was cold in contrast to the heat of the water, making you jolt off of it only to be backed into it again immediately by his big form. His face dove to the crook of your neck, his beard scratching against it as he attacked your skin with sloppy kisses, making your body erupt in goosebumps. You whined when his thick fingers stroked over your mound and dipped into your slit, spreading the wetness that remained from his spend and your fresh arousal, and you ground onto his hand to signal your readiness for more friction. Fingering you in, and very slowly out, he teased you, only to pull away, leaving you a writhing mess as he smirked at you wickedly.
"I forgot towels." He winked as he disappeared from the shower, leaving the door open behind him, the rush of cold air from the cabin making you shiver, your nipples hardening even more from the combination of sensations.
Trodding through the cabin and leaving a trail of water, Will quickly made it over to the wardrobe beside the bed that held towels and spare bedding, pulling two out to take with him. As he passed the stove he thought to place them on the floor in front of the fire, allowing them to warm for added comfort once your shower was done, but his pride in the thoughtful gesture was disrupted when he noticed your phone buzzing on the kitchen table.
He sighed deeply through his nostrils as he read the name blaring across the screen, the vibrations of the call echoing in his ears as an unsettling sense of doubt washed over him, and with a forceful hand he slammed on the red button that indicated decline, his blood feeling like it was boiling in his veins.
Evidence of multiple missed calls along with text messages floated over the locked screen, one that read I want you catching his eye in particular, the hurt that flooded him forcing him away from it and back to the bathroom.
Conflicted feelings battled within him when he focused on your wet, naked body, your sweet yet devious smile calling to him to ignore the impossible assumptions floating around in his head, but your lusty voice finally landed his attention.
"Looks like you still forgot the towels," you teased, glancing at his empty hands, your wily grin fading when you noticed the serious expression dampening his features.
"They're warming by the fire," he said in a strained tone, shutting the shower door behind him before training his steely eyes on you, and before you could question the sudden change in him, he closed what little space remained between you and slammed you against the wall.
Will wasted no time in gripping roughly at your legs, lifting you up to wrap them around his waist as he supported your full weight effortlessly, fuelled by something that both scared and excited you. His teeth scraped against your throat, pressing hard against your windpipe with his chin as he used a hand to guide his cock to your entrance and plunged into you, filling you to the hilt without regard to how tight and sore you were from the first session. After a few dragging thrusts completely out of you and back in again, your body relaxed to his assault and encouraged more, your slick effectively coating his cock to lessen his blows, but only slightly. He was relentless, fucking you with a brute power you hadn't yet experienced, insatiable in his renewed strength and eager to use it, leaving you with no complaints at being the one he exploited.
An overwhelming possessiveness took over Will; the need to claim you as his and drown out the defensiveness he felt from the threat of your ex his only priority. He hammered into you until your mewling turned into cries that decorated the chanting of his name, the way you dug your nails into his skin in mercy spurring him on more to make you forget about anyone but him. To his surprise, you matched his vigor, timing the motion of your hips to meet with his until you contracted tightly around his cock and came for what he wouldn't allow to be the last time today. He paused as you came down, letting you ride out your high on his length until your cries subsided and you stilled, finally opening your eyes that had been screwed shut to look at him. He searched for something in your eyes that could tell him his speculations were false and unjustified, that he was crazy for even considering you would go back to that prick. He refused to voice his concerns; to show his vulnerability and broken confidence, and when you didn't say anything either, instead gazing at him with a love and understanding that made his heart swell, he dropped his eyes to the floor, watching the water swirl down the drain. Your nose brushed against his, nudging it while your fingers gently tangled in his curls, coaxing him to look at you. When he did, you gingerly kissed him, trying to gauge what he was feeling, only to be surprised when he kissed you back fiercely and began to move inside you again. You moaned into his mouth as the friction he created reminded you of your most recent orgasm; your walls tingling and spasming in delayed aftershocks as his coarse hairs rubbed your clit with each blow. Your hands clawed at him anywhere they could, his cruel treatment making you seek a way to ground yourself to him, and soon the slight discomfort you felt became increasingly pleasurable and your body worked in sync with his to build to a new high you weren't sure you were prepared for. His glutes flexed against the palms of your hands as you roamed them over his stocky build, feeling his muscles work as he thrusted, your bodies sliding together from the water cascading between your skin. It was so warm, caressing you and warming you through to your bones along with the heat pouring off of Will, and you knew every window in the cabin would be foggy with steam because of it.
Part of Will knew he was pushing you past your limit, testing the boundaries of what you could take as he continued his onslaught, set on making you fall for a third time before he would allow himself to as well. He broke away from your mouth, giving you a chance to take a needed breath as another severe look crossed his features.
"Tell me you're mine," he panted, glancing down to watch his swollen cock slide from you only to disappear again, his claim on your body not enough proof to ease his mind.
"I'm yours," you gasped, feeling him drive deeper into you. "I'm all yours, Will."
It was unclear whether or not the truth in your words resonated in him; his reaction coming in fresh waves of slapping thrusts, his hands clutching at your skin in blind lust. You wondered what was keeping him going, feeling your own strength fading, your body aching for reprieve that he was refusing to give. His name continued to spill from your lips, singing in a plea to relent but to also put out the fire that burned brightly in your core, curses mixing in when his thumb landed on your oversensitive clit and began to rub.
"Fuck! Will!" you cried, your voice trembling from both pleasure and pain, your bundle of nerves so overstimulated that your brain couldn't decide which one to let win. You reached down to stop him which only prompted him to grip your hand and pin it on the wall beside your head, forcing you to let him continue until your body succumbed to his ministrations. Your orgasm tore through you violently, your head collapsing onto Will's shoulder as your body convulsed, his body moving in long, powerful rolls as he pulled you through the highest peak. Feeling yourself soak him even through the downpour of water coming from overhead, you fought for air, trying to resist the torturous tingling in your core but somehow continuing to keep pace with him, knowing he was close. Thick forearms snaked behind your back, peeling you off the wall to hold you close to his body as he bucked into you, groaning into your collarbone wildly as he lost himself in the product of your orgasm, your soppy heat convincing him to add to your mess. The vicious pursuit of his end came quickly, pistoning into you erratically until his growls echoed off the shower walls and he coated your insides with his cum; your body grateful as a new sense of weakness took over it. Haste kisses littered your skin as his fingers slowly eased their claw-like grip in your flesh, contrasting to how languidly you stroked up his back and through his hair, your actions inebriated because of everything he had done to you. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, his efforts and laboured breathing reminding him that his ribs were only freshly healed, a dull ache burning through his right side. Resting his forehead against yours, he pulled out of you, the dragging sensation of him slipping from your tender channel forcing you to grip his shoulders and draw a sharp breath as water ran off your parted lips. Will turned from you and began washing his body that felt leaden with exhaustion, prompting you to do the same when his abrupt dismissal of your entanglement made your skin shiver. A weak smile dressed your lips when he glanced at you through his wet, blond lashes, seeing if you were done before turning the tap off to stop the water from falling on you, your hands wrapping around yourself in an effort to find comfort and warmth he suddenly didn't seem to care to give.
An uneasy feeling landed in your gut, wondering what had changed, and your body trembled involuntarily when Will swung open the shower door and stepped out, puddles of water collecting in a path on the floor behind his heavy steps. Before your mind had an opportunity to try to figure out what had inspired his change in mood, he returned, two towels clutched in his calloused hands. One landed on the floor beside the shower as he focused on unfolding the other to wrap around your shoulders, the warmth from the fire trapped in its soft fibers spreading over your skin. To your surprise, Will stepped forward and took you into his arms, holding you flush against his front so your head rested in the warm hollow of his neck, allowing you to breathe in the clean, toasty scent of his skin. His lips pressed into your hair and his warm exhale made your eyes flutter closed, slipping your own arms under his to give a gentle squeeze to the thick flesh on his back. When he pulled away, one side of his mouth tugged up into a half-smile, exposing his dimple in his unshaven cheek before bending to retrieve his own towel, a low groan signaling discomfort as he did.
"Are you okay?" you asked, fearful he had reinjured himself by pleasuring you.
"Yeah," he answered nonchalantly, vigorously rubbing the towel over his torso and up to his head, his hair a mess when he pulled it away and wrapped it around his waist. "Yep." His eyebrows flew up on his forehead, reiterating his response when he noticed the look on your face that revealed your disbelief.
Will stalked through the cabin, and watching him tousle his hands in rough back and forth motions before raking his fingers through his hair to bring his damp curls back out of his face, you followed, admiring the way his towel hung loosely on his hips in a threat to fall to the floor. Keeping your eyes fixed on him, you discarded your own towel, exchanging it for one of his previously worn shirts that hung on a hook, waiting for any signs of what might have caused his quiet, but possessive temper. Leaving the buttons open, you sat on the bed and slipped your bare legs beneath the covers, inhaling the scent of his sleep that emphasized just how much you had missed him.
Will lifted the lid off the top of the stove, stooping to collect a couple of logs to drop them in through the opening, the old embers rekindling from the addition of fresh wood to engulf. He straightened himself, taking a moment to watch the flames grow with his hands placed on his hips, entranced by the fire just as you were by him.
The sky was darkening from what you could see through the fog on the windows, and rain streaked through the condensation that clung to the glass panes from the heat inside the cabin that differed from the brisk autumn temperature. The wind howled less through the cabin now due to the new windows, but even with that assurance, a chill still managed to run through your blood at the thought of being out in the storm, a nervous excitement pulsing in you at the remembrance of your first time here, making you curl into yourself more to try to regain warmth. The cold vanished when Will made his way over to the bed, discarding his towel carelessly on the floor wherever it landed, sliding his naked, and incredibly warm form under the blankets to join you.
A long sigh blew out of his nostrils as he settled into the spot you had just occupied, his arms open to accept you to lay against him, your leg hooking over him as he folded you into his embrace. You breathed him in, a sleepy haze quickly falling over you, your body given a chance to feel its exhaustion and depletion now that you were laying down to rest. The silence between you grew to be comfortable, allowing you to listen to all the sounds you had longed for when you were at home; the crackling of the fire, the rain hitting the roof in soft pings, the low rumble of thunder in the distance that made you feel so safe in Will's arms, and you snuggled into him more as you pressed a kiss to the side of his chest, prompting him to pet your arm in soothing circles. You were almost asleep, your body giving in to all it had endured since your arrival only hours ago, your eyes remaining closed when you spoke softly.
"I couldn't wait to fall asleep beside you again," you whispered into his chest. "It's been such a long week…"
Will hummed, holding you closer against him, nearly asleep himself if it wasn't for the guilty thoughts tormenting his mind. He hated the jealousy he felt when he saw your phone - hated more the fact that he had even looked - but the guilt that filled him for considering not trusting you hit him worse, knowing the hurt you had suffered was more than enough to keep you away from your ex forever. He wasn't willing to voice his earlier concerns, afraid of what you would think of him if he did, so with each sound of your breath and feel of your heart beating against his ribs, he vowed to let his insecurities go and carry on with loving you in all the ways you deserved. Will knew he would always question deserving you; having been inadequate his whole life and sure he was never meant for someone, but as he relished in your soft skin against his, keeping you warm in his shirt, in his bed, and with his own body, he prayed that whatever he could offer you in life would be enough, knowing his heart was already held captive by you.
You and Will make the most out of the cozy autumn weather, indulging in warm treats by a campfire, but a storm rolls in and helps turn things into an even steamier affair.
Words: 4360, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wanted (Australia TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Will Johnson (Wanted TV 2016)
Relationships: Will Johnson/female reader
Additional Tags: Will Johnson - Freeform, Will Johnson smut, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Autumn, Fictober
A lost hiker caught in the middle of a severe storm stumbles upon Will Johnson’s cabin nestled in the remote wilderness, seeking refuge from the elements, where both end up finding solace in each other. Tension builds as the storm rages on, leaving them with nothing but time to indulge in their curiosities.
Words: 4886, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Wanted (Australia TV 2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Will Johnson (Wanted TV 2016)
Relationships: Will Johnson/female reader
Additional Tags: Dean O’Gorman, Will Johnson - Freeform, Will Johnson smut, Fluff and Smut, There Was Only One Bed, porn in a cabin
