A/N: So, I had wanted to do a lighter and playful and more sensual fic with some of the elements I used in "Cooling Off" with Will (water gun play, sundress, chasing). I had a general idea of where I wanted it to go and then it got away from me and kinda wrote itself. It became something a little more and I actually love how this came out. Thank you @carni-val for looking at this, as always! 💖 It's about time Will and his wife get some sexy times.
Rating: E (18+ ONLY)
Word Count: 3,245
Pairing: Dad!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Wife F!Reader
Plot: A spontaneous water gun fight leads to your husband appreciating and loving your body.
Contains: silliness, laundry room love making (P in V), masturbation (F), banter, fluff, water gun play, chasing, sundress, roleplaying, body insecurities (alluding more towards aging and having bear children), body appreciation, comfort, a little biting, binding, stripping
Will thought he was going to have a low key Sunday, seeing as Lucy is spending yet another day in the pool, but luckily this time, it is at her friend's house. He'll make a mental note to send a fruit basket or something to their parents knowing what kind of mess her and her friends are probably going to leave and he's looking right at it. He knows Lucy was taught better. To be fair, the pool accessories are in the pool where they're meant to be. The unicorn float, pool noodles, inflatable balls all bobbing on the surface of the chlorine water, but Lucy knows better to put them away when she's not using them, especially the water guns and other toys which her and her friends left strewn around the pool and lounge chairs. He likes organization. At least she didn't leave any wet towels balled up.
Will starts to pick up the toys and puts them back where they should be after rinsing them off in the pool. He scoops up a super soaker and feels the weight of the water that’s still in it. As he's about to empty it out into the pool, he gets interrupted when you call out to him. He turns his body towards where you're standing, in the frame of the sliding patio door.
"Whoa! Don't shoot me! I just wanted to ask if you want a sandwich. I'm making lunch," you tell him with your hands up.
Will looks down at the water gun and then back to you, making the connection. A smirk slowly plays on his face and you shoot back a look of warning.
"You wouldn't dare," you tell him.
He pumps the water gun once and a stream of water lands by your feet, making you squeal and jump back into the safety of your house.
"Come on, this is a new dress!" you giggle.
You've been feeling self-conscious lately about how gravity and time has slowly transformed your body so you splurged on a cute floral sundress the other day that looked flattering on you. With the hem hitting just a few inches above your knees, it is long enough to be modest, but also short enough to be a bit sassy, the flowy skirt bouncing with each step you take. The V-neckline teases just the top of your breasts, but undoing the top button or two could turn it into a sexy little number. Today seemed like a nice day to show it off, but you would have thought twice about wearing it if you knew you were getting into a water gun fight with your husband.
"It's a cute dress on you," Will compliments.
"Thank you!" You smile and do a little twirl.
“But I think it could use some finishing touches," Will adds, throwing the gun strap over his head and shoulder as he slowly inches towards you.
You squeal again and take off running when Will starts moving quickly towards you. You sprint through the house, looking for a place to hide. You scream when you feel cold water hit the back of your leg but you keep moving, weaving in and out of rooms as Will chases after you. When you find yourself in the living room, you try to use the furniture as a barrier. The puke green and neon yellow and orange gun in his hands is aimed at you, ready to squirt.
"NOT in here. These couches are suede," you warn him.
"Okay, fair." Will eases the gun and points it down at the ground.
You cautiously walk away, watching him as you slowly make your way out from behind the couch. When you see a path out, Will starts inching closer to you so you take off running again and as expected, he is on your heels. You know he's holding back because he can outrun you any day, especially with those long legs of his. You end up running into the laundry room and realize it's a mistake. You're cornered with nowhere to go. There isn't even anything to hide behind. Defeated, you quickly turn to face Will with your hands in the air.
“Okay, okay you got me!” You say after taking a few seconds to catch your breath. “Just don’t shoot me!”
"What would be the fun in that?" Will aims the water gun at you and just as he's about to squeeze the trigger, you hold your hands out and rattle off the first words that come to mind.
"Wait, wait! No, no, I'll do anything!" you giggle.
Will lowers the toy gun and tilts his head to the side in confusion.
"What do you mean you'll do anything?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Well..." you shrug, inadvertently causing a strap to slip off your shoulder. "What if I can offer you something in return for my freedom?" Your fingers play around with the button at the top of your dress that's sitting right above your cleavage. "Captain?"
Will licks his lips as his eyes focus on your chest.
"Well, what are you offering?" he asks, intrigued by this turn of event.
"I can... offer myself," you reply as you step closer to him. "I can be your little whore."
"Hm, I don't like that word. Too degrading," he scrunches his nose. “Wench?”
“Okay, when I said ‘Captain’, I didn’t mean like, of a pirate ship,” you shoot back with your hand on your hip popped to the side, pulling a laugh from Will.
"Well, I can be whatever you want me to be,” you add, jumping back into your role, slipping your hands over his chest and sliding them up to the back of his neck, hooking your fingers together while waiting for his response.
"Hm, it does sound pretty tempting," Will says, pretending to consider the offer. “How desperate are you?” he teases as he tries to peek down the front of your dress.
"I'm very desperate." You lean in to kiss him, but he jerks his head away. You try again, but he moves away again. The smirk on his face tells you he's enjoying this very much.
"So, anything, huh?" Will asks as he backs you up against the washing machine.
"Uh huh," you nod. "Anything you please, sir."
Will lets out a groan as he presses himself against you. You bite your lower lip, feeling his rock hard erection.
"Open up your dress," he nods his chin at your body, taking a step back to watch you.
You hesitate at first, feeling a little shy, but you start at the top button and slowly make your way down, taking your time to let him enjoy the show, until you finally get to the last one. You stand there, waiting for his next command.
"Get on top of the washing machine," he pats the top of the appliance.
You hoist yourself up and get comfortable. Will uses the tip of the water gun to open your dress up, admiring the view in front of him.
"No bra? Mm," he groans as he glances at your breasts hanging freely.
His eyes travel below your waist and the gun follows, pausing between your inner thighs before gesturing your legs open further with the tip of the gun. You bring your arms back to support yourself as you lean back and spread your legs. Your dress falls open even wider, showing yourself to him. You're grateful for the dimly lit room, only being illuminated by the narrow stream of sunlight coming from a small window.
"I want you to touch yourself.”
You reach your hand down between your legs to tease yourself with your fingers at first, gently grazing the tips along the cotton-covered slit. Your husband's eyes are glued to your sweet spot. It feels like it's been a long time since you've both been able to have some spontaneous fun like this without any interruptions or obligations. You let a quiet moan slip out when you drag your finger over your clit. You close your eyes and roll your head to the side as you increase the pressure and focus on a spot that's lighting up your core.
"You look so fucking hot right now," Will whispers as he continues to watch you pleasure yourself.
Feeling a bit more confident, you shift your position to slide your hand into the front of your panties, causing the other strap to fall off your other shoulder, completely exposing your body, with the exception of your underwear. He steps into the space between your legs, leaving the gun hanging behind him before grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. You continue to touch yourself, slipping a finger inside, while maintaining eye contact with him. He leans in and captures your mouth with his own, kissing you like it's his first time with you. The two of you make out for a few moments, teasing each other with tongues and nibbles. You can hear him breathing deeply through his nose as he devours you. His whiskers are tickling your face, but it's something you're used to.
Will finally pulls away for some air, but keeps close, your noses bumping. You pull your hand out from your panties and slip your fingers into his wet mouth. He swirls his tongue around them and gently sucks on them as you slowly pull them out of his mouth with a pop.
"Mm, I love the way you taste," Will licks his lips, then leaves a quick peck on your lips.
He reaches underneath your dress and hooks his fingers to the sides of your panties and then pulls them down, dragging them over your hips. You shift yourself to help him remove them and he slides them down your smooth legs. He carelessly tosses them aside, not caring where they land, then steps back into the space between your legs. You bite your lower lip, anticipating his next move.
One of his hands reaches up to cup your face and he leans in to kiss you again. This time it's more intentional, taking his time to savor the moment. He's kissing you like he did on your wedding day. Passionate, yet not rushed. Just his soft lips gently and tenderly caressing yours, feeling his love translate through his affection. You moan into his mouth when you feel his other hand kneading one of your breasts as his thumb flicks your nipple. Your hand reaches down into his tenting basketball shorts, but Will grabs your wrist and breaks the kiss.
“Hey! Who said you can touch me?”
"Sorry, I didn't know I needed permission to touch my husband," you reply.
"Am I your husband or your captor?" Will asks, taking your wrists and pinning them behind you.
"I'm sorry, Captain," you apologize with a wide smile playing on your face.
He stares at you for a moment, seeing the gears in his head moving, before releasing your wrists.
"Don't move."
You stay put as you watch him disappear below the washing machine, but come back with your panties in his hand. He reaches behind you again and ties your wrists together with your underwear. You're happy to see him really having fun with this.
"So your hands don't go wandering while I... plunder and pillage... your village," Will sputters and you burst out laughing right along with him.
"Are-are you a Viking now?" you ask, your words slipping in between snorts which makes Will laugh even harder. You lean into Will, your head resting on his shoulder as you continue to crack up.
"I-I don't know what I'm doing," Will says as he recovers from his laughing fit. "I can't even really see what I'm doing." He reaches for the light switch and you retreat, wincing when the room is lit up, highlighting all the parts of your body you've been feeling insecure about.
"What's the matter?" he asks, turning his attention back to you.
"I..." You try to make yourself smaller, turning and shifting your body with your limitations. "I'm feeling a little shy about my body," you admit.
"Why's that?" he asks curiously.
"Well, you know, things aren’t as perky anymore," you shrug. "And--"
"Let me stop you right there," Will cuts you off. He places both of his hands on each side of your hips, closing you in. "I don't know what or who put those thoughts into your head, but you are just as gorgeous as the first time I laid my eyes on you. Sure, your body has changed - as has mine. I mean..." He pinches a handful of his midsection where he once had a six-pack. “I’m no spring chicken anymore.”
"But it doesn't make it any less beautiful. In fact..." Will leans in, nudging his nose against the side of your neck while inhaling your scent.
"Every transformation..." He kisses your neck.
"Is just a testament..." He works his way down to your collar bone and plants a kiss there as well.
"Every swell..." Moving lower, he runs the tip of his tongue up the valley between your breasts.
"Every shrink..." He then drags his tongue across and down each breast. You stifle a moan when you feel him flicking your nipples as he passes over them.
"Every dip..." Continuing his path, he leaves a trail of kisses down your torso. "Every curve, every stretch..."
He gives your belly a little more attention than he had with your other body parts.
“Every dent, every bump…” His lips bring attention to the apex where your legs and crotch meet.
"Every mark, every scar..." He settles between your legs and playfully bites your inner thigh, causing you to giggle.
"To what your miraculous body has endured in your life journey.” He places a tender kiss where he bit you.
“Including creating life and nurturing it. And that actually makes you so much more beautiful and sexy." He looks up at you with so much sincerity, you can’t help but melt, feeling your chest suddenly get so full.
“Babe, you’re gonna make me cry,” you pout.
“They’re tears of joy I hope,” Will smiles. He stands up and kisses your forehead.
“I’ll always want you,” he says. “No matter how much your body changes, no matter how old you get. Even when my dick stops working," he chuckles and you let out a chortle.
"You know, they got pills for that kinda stuff now," you throw in, softening the mood.
"Well, until that day comes, I got all I need right in front of me." Will grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him. "You're not a wench. You're a saucy siren and I'm gonna ravage you now."
You bust out laughing again, but he cuts you off when he slots his mouth over yours. He kneads your ass and then runs his palms up your sides, gripping your waist. Reaching down, he pulls his semi-hard cock out of his shorts and jerks himself to full mast. He briefly breaks from the kiss to align himself with you at the edge of the washing machine. Gently, he pushes into you, feeling your body tense up and relax under his touch as he goes in further. He pulls back out and slams right back into you, making you groan. Once again, he slowly withdraws himself and then buries himself inside you. You let out a gasp as he continues to push himself to the hilt, filling you up.
"Am I hurting you?" Will asks, stilling his hips.
"No," you shake your head.
"Are you comfortable?" he checks.
"Mm hm," you moan as you nod your head.
"Good." With one hand gripping your waist and the other on your hip, he pounds into, holding on to you so you don't fall over.
With your bound hands behind you, you balance yourself on the washing machine and tilt your hips to get a better angle. He watches your face contort as he alternates between giving you short and long strokes, teasing and toying with you.
"Will..." you grunt.
"Shh, just focus on the feeling." He brings a hand down between the two of you and works his thumb over your clit in small circles.
Your hips jerk when you feel the pressure of his finger massaging you, but his pacing doesn't change. It feels like torture, the way he's dragging out the pleasure. Just enough stimulation to spark something, but not enough to ignite it. He knows all the ways to play with your body until you lose your mind and beg for mercy.
"Please..." You pant, wrapping your legs around his hips and pull him in closer, needing relief.
"I've got you, baby."
Will wraps his arms around your torso and draws you in, holding you close to his chest. Your legs tighten their grip, not caring that the water gun is digging into your skin, as he pumps into you harder and faster. You want to be as close to him as you physically can. He's stroking you in all the right places, and you feel the familiar warmth spreading through your lower belly.
Your sweet moans and pants are music to his ears; Your enchanting songs entice him more and more as he slips deeper into you, punching up into you. Will leans his forehead against yours as he continues to move in and out of you like he wants to bury himself inside of you.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he breathes out.
Seeing Will's lust-filled eyes tells you he's close, but he suddenly pulls out, confusing you. He hooks his arms under your knees and grabs a hold of each side of your hips, spreading you wider. Thankfully having your arms behind you prevented you from falling back.
He slams himself back into you and you immediately feel him hitting some sensitive spots inside you from this deeper angle. He's determined and giving all he's got, to the point you're pretty sure he nudged the washing machine.
Without warning, your orgasm blooms and you're feeling dizzy. It's like firecrackers on the Fourth of July going through your body. You cry out as your walls continue to squeeze him over and over again, with each stroke intensifying your release. Moments later, Will lets out a moan as his hips stutter while spilling himself inside of you.
Will falls on top of you as he catches his breath, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You shudder feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. You feel his hand caressing your ribs as he pushes himself up, relieving you from his weight. He looks down at you with a super wide grin.
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too," you shoot back, staring up into his crystal blue eyes.
"Come on, let's have some lunch." He pecks the tip of your nose.
After pulling out of you, he helps you up and unties you. You hop off the washing machine and after the two of you put your clothes back, he steps aside to let you go ahead of him.
"After you, m’lady.”
You chuckle and walk out through the door and as you exit the laundry room, you shriek when you feel a stream of cold water hit your back. You quickly turn around and as expected, you find Will wielding the water gun.
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