❧ w.c. 2.5k words
❧ tags/warning(s). 18+ mdni, no use of y/n, f!reader, friends to lovers, love confessions, reader is a prostitute, inexperienced!Will, virgin!Will, unprotected piv smut, creampie
❧ divider credits. @/saradika-graphics + @/cafekitsune
❧ a/n. Written for @fredhechingerfrenzy's Birthday Boy event with the prompt: Birthday Gift. 🧡
My first Wil fic! I know he's not one of Fred's more well known roles, but I love him dearly and I've wanted to write for him for a while, so I figured this would be the perfect chance!
<This is an au in which Will doesn't join Miller's expedition, but instead stays in Butcher's Crossing to work for McDonald.>
❧ summary. It's Will's birthday and you don't want him to spend it alone, so you surprise him with a home cooked meal and a special birthday gift—you.
Standing outside the door to Will’s rented room, your heart fluttered against your ribs as you adjusted the handle of the basket cradled in the crook of your elbow, taking a deep breath and swallowing down your nerves before raising your hand to knock.
“Comin’! Just a minute!” he called from inside, pulling the door open only moments later. When he saw it was you standing outside, his expression brightened and a smile crossed his face as your name left his lips.
“It’s good to see you,” he exclaimed, his pale blue eyes trailing over you for just a moment too long before quickly flicking back to your face, his cheeks flushing pink. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he asked, curiously eyeing the large basket you carried, the mouth watering scent of roasted meat and potatoes filling the hallway.
“Well, a little birdy told me it was your birthday today, and I hated to think of you celebrating alone,” you explained.
“Aw, you really didn’t have to trouble yourself,” Will murmured sheepishly, running a hand through his hair down to the back of his neck.
“Psh,” you huffed, waving away the thought. “It’s no trouble, I wanted to,” you insisted, fixing him with a level look.
“Alright, alright, I know better than to argue with you when you get that look in your eye,” he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender as he stepped aside to let you in.
“Good,” you chirped, your smile returning as you stepped past him into the cramped room to begin unpacking the basket, setting out the piping hot dishes on the small table beneath the room’s single window.
“It smells incredible! Did you make this all for me?” Will asked, shutting the door and joining you at the table.
“Of course,” you answered proudly, producing a fresh bottle of whiskey from the bottom of the basket. “You should count yourself lucky to get one of my famous home cooked meals, William Andrews,” you teased, unscrewing the lid as Will grabbed two mugs from his dresser for you to pour the liquor into.
“Oh, trust me, I know,” he chuckled softly, his chest tightening at the thought that you’d done all this just for him. Lighting the kerosene lamp in the middle of the table, he sat down in his chair and scooted closer, humming in appreciation as you uncovered the dishes.
“I’m even more lucky to count you as a friend,” he murmured, smiling softly, his gaze shy, even after all this time.
“I’m glad that part of you hasn’t changed,” you mused, opening your napkin and placing it in your lap.
“What do you mean?” Will asked, spearing a potato with his fork.
Smiling softly, you shook your head, taking a sip from your mug. “Your noble heart,” you answered, moving the food around your plate with your fork. “You’ve hardened since coming here, I can see it in your face, in the way you hold yourself, the callouses on your hands—the work’s changed you, made a man of you, but that virtuousness, that generous spirit, it’s still there,” you explained, reaching across the table to take his hand, and even in the flickering light you could see the hint of pink that dusted his cheeks.
“You’re the kindhearted one,” he protested. “You were the first one to make me feel welcome here.”
“Yes well, you’re the only one who treats me like I’m more than just my… profession,” you murmured, giving his hand a squeeze before releasing it reluctantly and taking another bite of food.
“Because you are,” Will said simply, holding your gaze, sending a flutter of affection through you.
Once you’d both cleared your plates, you lifted open the lid to the small box you’d set aside for after dinner.
“I hope you have room for dessert,” you said, and Will’s eyes widened at the sight of the modest chocolate cake you’d made.
“There’s always room for birthday cake,” he chuckled, letting you cut him a slice.
“Shall I sing for you?” you teased.
“That’s not necessary!” he laughed, but you did so anyway, earning a sheepish round of applause from him.
“Do you miss your family back east?” you asked, watching him practically melt as he took a bite.
“I do, more than I thought I would. Especially on days like today,” Will admitted, licking the chocolate icing from his lips. “But you’ve made it much less lonely.”
“I’m glad. That was certainly my intention,” you murmured, smiling softly as you reached across the table to wipe the chocolate from his lips and Will watched you, enthralled, as you sucked your fingers clean.
Several pieces of cake and nearly half the bottle of whiskey later, you’d both moved to sit side by side on the edge of Will’s bed, which was far more comfortable than the hard-backed chairs at the table.
“I believe this might just be one of the best birthdays I’ve had,” he murmured, looking down at his hands in his lap, his shoulder brushing yours.
“Surely that can’t be true,” you teased, leaning into his side, an easy smile on your face.
“No, truly, I mean it,” he insisted, looking up, his already flushed cheeks growing redder.
“And why’s that?” you asked, taking his hand in yours, your fingers brushing over his palm, tracing the creases and fresh callouses with care.
Will wet his lips, his eyes following the path of your fingers.
“Because… because I get to spend it with you.”
His soft words sent your heart fluttering in your chest like a bird taking flight and he shifted beside you, his breath ghosting warmly over your cheek as he leaned closer, his soft blue eyes finding yours.
“And what makes me so special?” Your words came out as little more than a whisper, barely audible over the thrum of your pulse in your ears.
“Everything.”
When his gaze fell to your lips, you took it as a sign and slowly closed the distance left between you, kissing him softly.
Running your fingers through his close cropped beard to follow the curve of his jaw, you caressed his cheek and he melted into your touch, sighing into the kiss.
Taking your face between his hands, as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever held, his lips moved slowly against yours, kissing you back. Pulling away just enough to gaze into your eyes, he rested his forehead against yours, a dazed smile playing at his lips.
Returning his smile, you nudged his nose with yours, sharing his breath. “I have one more gift for you, if you’ll have it,” you murmured, biting your lip.
“What’s that?” he asked, frowning slightly at your words.
Taking his hand, you guided it to your waist while your lips trailed from his jaw to his neck, your own hand sliding up his thigh, and Will’s breath hitched. Something between a sigh and a moan left his lips, breathy and soft, and his eyelids fluttered before he suddenly stiffened.
“Wait, I– I don’t want it to be like this,” he mumbled, pulling away. “Did McDonald or-or one of the others pay you to–?”
“No Will, no one paid me,” you assured him, tucking a stray wavy curl behind his ear. “I want to be with you,” you insisted, searching his face, the fear of his rejection flickering in your chest.
“I care for you, Will, and I see the way you look at me, and I–” Your voice faltered and you dropped your gaze, unable to look him in the eye. “Maybe it was foolish of me to believe you might feel the same…”
“It’s not—!” Will exclaimed and your head snapped up in surprise, your heart leaping in your chest. “It’s not foolish,” he repeated, swallowing, his clear blue gaze piercing through you, holding you captive. “I— I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, that first day I arrived in town,” he whispered, swallowing thickly, his words stealing your breath.
Unable to speak, you did the only thing you could and surged forward to kiss him, clutching at the loose folds of his shirt as if it were the only thing tethering you to reality as you poured all your feelings for him into the kiss.
Your name slipped from Will’s lips between fevered kisses—sweet as honey to your ears— and you sighed into his mouth, shuddering as his tongue slid against yours, his kisses growing bolder with his desire.
Your fingers were quick to undo the buttons down his shirt, sliding the fabric from his shoulders and he let you push him to his back, pliant to your touch. Blue eyes bright in the steadily darkening room, he watched, rapt, as you tugged at the strings of your corset, loosening it enough to pull it from your body.
When your chemise fell too to the floor, leaving you bare before him, Will’s mouth fell open as he gazed up at you, his hands slowly sliding up your thighs as you climbed astride him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he marveled breathlessly, his gaze sliding over you fervently as if committing the sight to memory.
Smiling softly at his compliment, you let your own gaze travel over him, your fingers running through the thick dusting of hair that covered his chest and ran all the way down his stomach, still soft despite the hard work he’d been doing.
“I want to make you feel so good, Will,” you purred, kissing his neck as you caressed his straining bulge through his trousers and he practically whimpered. “Shall we get these out of the way?” you teased, deftly unbuttoning his pants and tugging them down along with his small clothes. Will lifted his hips to help you and his cock sprung free, landing against his lower stomach with a heavy thud.
Leaving a trail of wet open mouthed kisses along his throat, you wrapped your hand around his twitching cock and he let out a groan, his hips bucking involuntarily into your touch.
“Have you ever thought about me? About this?” you asked, stroking him slowly, your thumb brushing over his already weeping slit and he gave another twitch.
“I— I may have,” he admitted hesitantly, trying to bite back a moan as your hand glided over his length, squeezing lightly at his base.
“You may have?” you repeated, kissing his chest, his untamed hair tickling your nose and cheeks. “I’ve thought about you,” you breathed, circling his nipple with your tongue before covering it with your mouth in a wet kiss.
“Oh God—“ he gasped, unable to hold back the shameless moan that followed.
“Feel good?” you murmured, lifting your face to grin at him and the sight of his heavy lidded gaze trained hungrily on you sent a wave of arousal through you.
“Mm mhmm,” he managed to hum, nodding weakly.
“You look so perfect like this,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his, “completely at my mercy.”
“Oh please,” Will groaned, your name on his tongue sending molten heat through your veins. “Please end this torment, I beg of you. I need you,” he whimpered, squirming beneath you and you grinned against his parted lips.
“Yes, love,” you breathed, kissing him deeply as you guided his cock to your entrance, slipping his head through your slick folds to coat him in your arousal before sinking down onto him.
Moaning into your mouth, his grasp on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind.
“I love you, Will,” you whispered as you sheathed him and he nearly came right then.
“Oh fuck—“ he swore, his voice cracking, and he grimaced as the word left his mouth, but he didn’t try to take it back and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“I like it when you curse, William. It suits you,” you teased, rolling your hips to take him deeper and he gasped, pulling you closer to press his face into the crook of your neck.
“Fuck, I love you too,” he groaned, his expression tensing as you began to ride him, slowly at first before gaining speed.
His grasp on you tightened and his lips brushed against your throat as his moans grew louder and his hips jerked up to meet your movements, forcing a gasp from your chest.
With each grinding roll of your hips, Will’s cock dragged against your spongy pleasure spot and the coarse curls at his base rubbed enticingly against your aching clit.
“I—I think I’m close—“ he whimpered and you nodded, growing closer yourself.
“Hold on just a bit longer, love,” you begged, your movements growing more desperate as you ground down against him harder, your pleasure growing, filling you up with warmth until you teetered at the edge.
“Okay, baby, come for me,” you breathed, your voice cracking as you fell headfirst into the blinding pool of pleasure and it only took you tensing around him to drag Will over the edge with you.
With a shameless moan, he came, his hips jerking several times as he let go, your slowing ruts milking him, each spasming aftershock of your orgasm drawing more from him until you finally stilled.
“Oh my God—“ he panted, clutching you to him, his chest heaving against yours, your sweat slicked bodies sticking together, though neither of you wanted to pull away.
“You can say that again,” you breathed, kissing his forehead as you wrapped your arms around his neck, content to settle atop him, still joined.
“I love you so much,” he murmured, his voice hoarser than usual.
“Even though I am what I am?” you asked quietly—though he’d said as much before, you needed to hear it again.
“There is nothing about you that makes me love you any less,” he insisted, fixing you with a meaningful look and you softened, your chest practically aching with affection.
“I uhm, I told my father I would return home before winter, so I’m afraid my time in Butcher’s Crossing is nearing an end,” he murmured, chewing his lip and fear suddenly shot through you.
“Oh—“
Will caressed your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his. “But I’ve been thinking, you know, when I head back east, that you might like to join me… as my wife?”
His proposal hung in the air and for a moment you barely believed you’d heard him correctly.
“You— your wife?” you stuttered, your eyes opening wide.
“Yeah, uhm, if you’ll have me,” he mumbled, his adam’s apple bobbing as he waited for your answer.
A giddy smile slowly spread across your face and you nodded before your voice could catch up.
“Yes, Will, I would love that,” you whispered, tears pricking your eyes and he gently wiped them away with his thumbs.
“Now I know for sure this is the best birthday I’ve ever had,” he chuckled, grinning up at you with that toothy smile you’d come to love so much.
“Just you wait till next year, Mr. Andrews,” you teased, pulling him in for a kiss. “I’ll make sure every birthday measures up.”
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