late nights. . .‧˚꒰🐾꒱༘‧
pairing: will graham x afab!reader genre: comfort • smut notes: will wakes up after a nightmare... hes your bf/partner and... you comfort him in more than one way :P warnings: smut, sub!will kind of, unprotected pinv, very desperate needy.... MINORS DNI!! masterlist ─── ꒰ 🌑 ꒱ ───
You and Will Graham had been together long enough to know the rhythms of each other’s sleep. Long enough to know that some nights are quiet and others.. were recently plagued by more disturbances than you both would like. Tonight was the latter.
You woke to the mattress shifting and the soft clink of glass. Will was already halfway out of bed when you sat up, dazed for a moment before your eyes found him in the dim light.
“Go back to sleep,” he said quietly, already returning with a glass of water. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders tense.
You exhaled, relief washing through you when you realized it’s just him. You brushed your hand over your face and sat up properly. “Will…” you hummed, voice gentle as you turned on the lamp on your bedside table.
Will flinched a bit at the spill of soft light and your chest tightened instantly.
“Sorry…” he mumbled, his blue eyes dull with exhaustion, unfocused as they stared somewhere ahead. His hair was mussed from sleep. He set the glass on the nightstand and rubbed his temple with two fingers.
You moved closer, slipping on his side of the bed and lifting a hand to his face. “What’s wrong… hm?” you whispered, careful not to startle him. “Are you awake?”
It had happened many times before that he was… sort of half asleep, something like sleep walking but not quite.
Will leaned into your touch immediately, cheek pressing into your palm. His skin was quite warm and you felt a faint tremor run through him as he exhaled
“I’m awake…” he said quietly, eyes finally focusing on yours.
“Bad dream.” he added.
You guide his head down gently, letting him rest against you, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. “I’m here now, love…” you mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re burning…”
Will melted into you, tall frame folding awkwardly but willingly, burying his face against your skin.
You stayed like that for a moment, holding him, feeling the tension slowly easing in his shoulders. Finally after a few moments he lifted his head, his eyes were glassy and his skin damp with sweat.
“How about I get you some cold water… I change the drenched sheets and you take a lukewarm shower… hm?” you offered, punctuating the words with gentle kisses to his cheek and jaw. You both were awfully familiar with the nightly ritual by now.
At the foot of their bed, one of the dogs whined softly. You huffed, faintly amused despite the hour. “And… let the dogs out…”
Will nodded weakly, leaning into every kiss like a man starved for tenderness. “Yeah… shower sounds good,” he rasped, pushing himself up slowly.
He paused to scratch the dog, Harley, behind the ears, before heading toward the bathroom.
You laid out fresh pajama pants by the bathroom, then moved to let the dogs outside. Buster and Harley trotted out first, the rest of the pack following. It was only 3 a.m. You yawned, exhaustion tugging at you.
Back in the bedroom, you stripped the sheets, his side damp with sweat, and remade the bed. Then you left a big glass of cold water on his nightstand before laying back down and waiting for him to return.
The shower ran in the background, Will rinsed himself down, just to shake the dream off, the water not cold but not hot either.
The dogs returned one by one, settling back into their usual spots, the house slowly sinking back into quiet.
When Will finally emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, he looked marginally better, wrapped in his clean pyjama pants that hung loosely on his frame, but the exhaustion was still etched deep beneath his eyes.
You looked up from your phone as he stepped back into the bedroom, setting it aside and sitting up a little. “Feeling any better?” you asked gently.
Will nodded as he approached the bed, rubbing his hair with the towel one last time before tossing it onto the dresser. “Yeah,” he admitted quietly. He reached for the glass of water you’d left on the nightstand and drank deeply, finishing nearly half of it in one go.
Then,he climbed back into bed and curled into you, one arm slipping around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You let out a soft, amused breath as he pulled you in so quickly. After a moment, you asked carefully, “Do you want to talk about it? The dream?”
Will tensed slightly at the question, his fingers flexing once against your waist. “It was… work stuff.” he just said, vague on purpose, telling you he didn’t really want to speak about it.
Instead of elaborating, he pressed his lips to your shoulder, a quiet plea for distraction.
“I see…” you hummed softly, just to acknowledge him. Then you shifted slightly and pulled him into a gentle kiss.
Will kissed you back immediately, slow and deep. His hands rose to cradle your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.
When you finally parted for air, his forehead rested against yours, eyes squeezed shut, his nose nudging yours before he whispered, “Love you…”
“I love you more, Will,” you replied softly.
He made that quiet, disbelieving sound against your mouth, the one he always made, like he still couldn’t quite understand how deeply he was loved. A tired smile tugged at his lips as he kissed the corner of your mouth once.
“Mmh… it’s true,” you murmured into your next kiss, hands brushing over his shirt and shoulder. “I love you much more.”
Will huffed a quiet laugh as your hands moved slowly over his back. He kissed you again, slower this time. His warm skin pressed flush against you, no space left between your bodies now. One of his legs slid between yours unconsciously, craving as much contact as possible.
When you broke apart again for air, his lips drifted to your collarbone instead, leaving lazy, lingering kisses.
You let out a soft breath at the affection. “Baby…” you huffed with a quiet chuckle, fingers threading through his messy hair as you gently massaged his scalp.
Will practically melted under your massage, his shoulders dropping, a pleased hum leaving him. His lips wandered lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your sternum while his hands slid under the hem of your sleep shirt.
“Hm.. would that help you relax after the nightmare?” you hummed, legs already tangling together with his.
Will paused just long enough to glance up at you, eyes dark and heavy-lidded with a mix of lingering exhaustion and building desire. The question didn’t need much answering with the way his hips already rolled subtly against yours. You let out a shuddered breath at his motion, feeling your own wetness grow.
"Yeah…" he admitted gruffly before leaning back in to kiss you properly again, one hand fumbling with the hem of your shirt while the other slid down between you two to cup over where you were already growing wet for him.
“I can’t argue with that…” you breathed, your hands brushing over his soft stomach, his happy trail lingering there before toying with the waist band of his pajamas. While your tongue licked against his bottom lip.
Will’s breath hitched at the motion, his hips jerking forward into your touch like he couldn’t help it. The kiss turned messier, hungrier, all that pent-up anxiety from the nightmare channeling straight into raw need. One of Will’s hands abandoned your shirt to yank down his sweatpants just enough, freeing himself with impatient urgency. He thrusted up hard against your heat through your underwear, desperately seeking more friction.
You knew Will could be a bit desperate at times, but this even surprised you. He sounded desperate and needy, breath heavy as he buckled against you. You aided him gently, pushing your tank top up, revealing your bare chest. His hands immediately grabbed at you with greedy palms, thumb circling over stiffening nipples while his cock twitched and leaked against soaking cotton.
With a frustrated whine, Will hooked two fingers into your panties and shoved them aside, just enough before lining himself up with your entrance. He snapped up, burying himself inside you in one firm thrust. A ragged moan tore from his throat at the sudden tightness. He didn’t pause or adjust, just started pounding into you immediately, hips slamming down with feverish urgency.
One arm hooked under your knee to hike it higher around and around his waist. “Will–” you moaned, nails coming up to scratch over his back, all you really could do was let out one moan after the other as he started thrusting relentlessly like he was in heat.
Your other hand cupped his cheek, his head tipping back instinctively, he met your gaze, the raw love in your eyes almost undid him as much as how perfectly you took every inch.
“Fuck…” he groaned before crushing your mouths together again, swallowing your moans while his hips thrusted harder, the bedframe creaking violently beneath you.
You clearly felt the warm pleasure pool inside you with every deliciously deep thrust. You leaned into the kiss, lips clashing together hot and heavy, breathing and moaning into each other’s mouths. “Is that how bad you wanted me, baby?” you breathed heavily.
Will nodded frantically, his rhythm began to turn erratic, each drive into you now sloppier, more animalistic. “God yes–” he choked out between kisses, one hand fumbling to grip your ass, “Needed you like this–”
His words dissolved into a broken moan as his cock twitched inside you, a clear sign he wouldn’t hold on much longer…
Maybe it was evil of you to do what you did next, but you felt like a little bit of teasing wouldn’t hurt. Your leg that was hooked around him pulled him close but kept him locked in place, stopping his frantic thrusts.
“Shh… calm baby, don’t cum yet…” you cooed softly, gently raking you hands through his messy hair.
“Y/N– please–” he begged and whined, his whole body tensed, cock pulsing desperately against your walls as he fought not to spill. The stillness was torture as you kept him still for a moment, lips meeting in a sloppy kiss.
Softly you let go of him, “Keep going, baby…” you encouraged him, and clearly Will didn’t need to be told twice. He snapped his hips forward with a hot groan the second you released him.
Every thrust now hit just right, dragging over that sweet spot inside you, the sound of wet skin on skin was almost obscene.
You felt the pleasure build rapidly inside you, clenching down on him as he threatened to unravel completely now.
“Gonna cum–” he warned hoarsely, grabbing at your thigh to pull you closer and deeper, his eyes half-lidded and filled with pure pleasure and admiration.
“Will.. fuck–” you let out, clawing at his back as your orgasm hit, and perfectly on cue he came as well, pulsing inside you as hot cum filled you. His hips stuttered through each wave, fucking shallowly to ride out your highs.
Will pressed his forehead against yours, both still shuddering through the aftershocks. He still twitched inside you with every breath, oversensitive but unwilling to pull out just yet.
After a long second of just panting, Will finally managed to kiss you softly, lips brushing yours quite tenderly compared to how rough he had fucked you.
“Feel better now?” you breathed out after a while, hand brushing through his hair, kissing his temple.
Will sighed contently, all the tension from before replaced with blissful exhaustion. He nuzzled into your touch, pressing lazy kisses along your jawline. “Yeah…” he mumbled against your skin. He shifted just enough to pull you fully into an embrace, his head resting in the crook of your neck, his breathing already slowing.
“I love you…” you hummed contently.
“I love you too…” he mumbled back, half asleep already.
