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[musings-of-a-rose]

Weighted Blanket

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 860+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: Chatting about what a great weighted blanket this man would make and so I dedicate this to @laurfilijames. This was not beta read.

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Today had been the day from hell. You knew it would be, especially since you’d been out for several days being sick. Morning meetings ran long, everyone scrambling to prepare to open, and then the patients? Don’t even get me started. 

When I finally get into my car at the end of the day, I turn on the ac and rest my head against the headrest taking several deep breaths, just listening to the vents pumping cool air into my hot car. I just have to make it home. A shower is waiting for me and Will should be home today.

Will. 

My amazing boyfriend of a year and a half. Will had to go away for work for a few days and was finally coming home. I know a few days isn’t that long but it killed him to leave me when I was sick. And to be honest, I hated not having him there, sick or not. 

His truck is in the parking lot when I pull in and I smile knowing he’s upstairs. I hurry to our apartment and push my key in the lock, quickly shedding my shoes and tossing my bag down on the little side table before heading towards the kitchen, where sounds and a delicious, heavenly smell were emanating from. I lean against the door frame, just taking in the sight of him. Will, standing at the stove with his back to me, casually making my favorite food, his hair still wet from a shower, navy blue shirt stretched thin over his broad back and thick arms, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips. He clicks off the burner and divvy’s the food onto 2 plates before turning, his face lighting up when he sees me.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was work?” When I don’t answer right away, he let’s out a low whistle. “That bad, huh?”

I nod, pushing off the door frame. “Nothing I didn’t anticipate. Still sucked though.”

“You hungry?”

“Starving. But first I need to shower. I feel so gross.”

Will sets the plates down and takes a few large steps towards me. He moves for a hug and damn do I want one, but I’m gross. People actually spit up on me today. So I sigh, stepping back and Will puts his hands up, freezing in place. 

“Must have been really bad.”

“You don’t even want to know.”

He winks and blows a kiss at me, turning back to finish up dinner. The shower was glorious, the hot water and bubbles relaxing me somewhat, and washing away all of the gross from my skin and hair. I don’t linger, my stomach grumbling as I pull on some pajamas and head straight for the kitchen table, where Will had just set down drinks for us. Before I sit, he pulls me to him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, his hands cradling my face. 

“I missed you, sweetheart.”

“I really missed you too, Will.” He starts to deepen the kiss, but is interrupted by the loudest grumble yet from my traitor of a stomach. He laughs, placing a hand on my tummy. 

“Let’s get some food in you.”

—----

Dinner was delicious, as usual when Will cooks. It’s not just that he follows the recipe to a t, but he has his own personal flair to it. Will’s cooking can make any sour mood turn sweet. Or maybe that’s just me. 

After our bellies are full, we sit on the couch and I curl my body against his, feeling his large arm wrap around me, the warmth from him seeping into my bones. He kisses the top of my head and rests his own there, both of us content to just be with the other. But my day was hard and before long, I feel my eyelids drooping. Will must have noticed because I swear I blinked and somehow ended up in bed, Will pulling the blankets up around me before crawling in next to me. He tries to pull me to him, but it’s not what I need. He crooks his finger under my chin, lifting my head to look at him through sleepy eyes. 

“Do you need Will blanket?” I nod, my eyes barely open. 

Will helps me lay down on my back, making sure my pillow is adjusted before he drapes half his body over mine, linking one of his muscular legs with mine as he tucks himself over me. His arm drapes over my body, rubbing small circles into my opposite arm. I turn my head and realize my nose is in the perfect spot to nuzzle into his hair, so I do it, inhaling the scent of him. The weight of him on me settles my nerves, the last bit of overstimulation and wired emotions leeching from my body the longer I feel his breathing, his body pressing into mine. 

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

It’s so tender and loving, full of care and I think about how much I love this man as he gently lulls me to sleep.

In the morning, he has different plans for me and I’m so glad I got the rest I needed.

—----

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Build Me Up - Chapter 4 (Final Chapter)

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader (inclusive - stock photos suck)

Word Count: 3200+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: The last chapter! I never intended this fic to be super long, but I loved their meet cute(?) idea and had to write it. As always, I take asks for any of the fics I write for, even if it’s just questions or a little drabble! Thank you for waiting so LONG inbetween that first and second chapter. Y’all the real MVP’s!

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<<;Chapter 3<<

Several months later, Will takes you out for drinks after a nice dinner, your usual Friday night date. It was a great chance for you both to catch up on what the other was doing during the week, as sometimes life got so busy you’d barely get a chance to speak. This last week, Will had been out of town at a few different bases, making his speech about joining the Armed Forces, so your conversations take longer than normal. Will places a drink order with the bartender, leaning against the bar on his elbow as he watches you talk about the kids archery camp you’ve been instructing, eyes lighting up as you talk about them, when his eyes glance over your shoulder and his smile drops, his eyes instantly becoming hard. You stop talking and follow his gaze to a really pretty women, tall, lean, and blonde.

His ex fiance.

She’s with a friend but splits from them, pointing to the bar directly where Will was standing. You try to drag him away but it’s like he’s frozen, unable or unsure of what to do. 

“Oh. Hey, Will.”

He stares at her for a few moments longer than socially acceptable. “Ashley.”

She glances at you and back at Will, making the connection that you’re together. She sticks a hand out to you. 

“Hi, you must be the new girlfriend. I’m Ashley. Will and I used to…well, we were engaged.” She says the last word like it holds some giant meaning, like she was hoping it would cause a fight between you both. You take her hand, gripping it firmly and shake.

“Oh so you’re the ex fiance? Amber?”

Her eyes narrow at you slightly. “Ashley.”

“Right, right. I knew it was something that starts with A.” 

She glares at you for a second before rallying, schooling a look of indifference on her face. “So, how long have you two been dating?” She looks at Will but he seems incapable of answering her so you take over.

“About a year.”

She raises her eyebrows. “A year? You made it a whole year?” She sounds like she’s shocked, as if she wasn’t with him long enough to be engaged. 

“Yeah. Will’s great.”

She smiles at you, but the look in her eyes, like she knows some terrible secret and is going to save you from something, makes you want to punch her even more. She leans in closer to you, but still speaks loud enough for Will to just hear it over the sounds of the bar.

“He can be…a lot. Did he tell you to say that?”

“What?”

She leans in closer. “Blink twice if you’re in trouble.”

The color on Will’s face drains and you square your shoulders, sitting up straighter as you turn the full force of your gaze on her. 

“That’s really not funny. And honestly? I’m glad you couldn't handle him because that made him available for me. Will is the best thing to ever happen to me-”

Ashley waves her hand, cutting you off. “Yeah, yeah. Just wait until he finally shows you who he is in bed. A real freak. If you need help, just blink and I’ll call someone.”

You stand abruptly, your barstool wobbling dangerously on one leg as you do. “You know, I have to thank you.”

She blinks at you. “Oh? So you do need help?”

“Thank you for showing me exactly what a terrible person you are. It’s easy to see who the problem is. Now, unkindly, get the fuck out of our way.” You take Will’s hand and pull him up, Ashley staring at you open mouthed as you push past her, Will’s hand squeezing yours as you make your way through the crowd and out of the packed bar, heading straight for his truck. Will fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks it, hopping in and you do the same. He starts it but doesn’t move, letting the ac cool it down. 

“What a fucking bitch,” You say, half to yourself and half to Will.

He’s quiet a moment. “I never thought…I didn’t know she was still in town.”

“Well fuck her. She is so rude. I wanted to fight her but I didn’t want to ruin date night.”

Will chuckles lightly. “Now that I would’ve loved to have seen.”

“Oh? I can go in there and drag her ass out here,” You point over your shoulder with your thumb, pretending to go for the doorhandle. Will smiles, but it doesn’t quite meet his eyes as he shakes his head. 

“Hey…where are you?” You reach out and cup his cheek. Will leans into it for a moment, sighing deeply.

“She just…brought up a lot of memories. Ones that I didn’t want to think about again.”

“You’re a good man, Will. I know I say it all the time. I’m hoping it’ll sink in that Ironhead of yours one day.”

He smiles a little brighter this time, still not reaching his eyes. “I know.”

You watch him for a few moments before scooting close to him, pressing your lips to his and letting him lead. He responds after a second or two, kissing you back and pushing his tongue into your mouth. Moaning into him, you toss your leg over his lap, your hands sliding around the back of his neck, gripping and tugging on his hair. You tug a little harder, his head moving back and he smirks at you, that glint in his eye when he knows you’re about to sparkling in the dim light. Sucking at a spot on his neck, Will whimpers, fingers digging into your hips as you let go, a hickey quickly rising in palace of your lips. Will fumbles with his belt and you slap his hands away, quickly undoing his belt and jeans, pulling him out as he gasps at your touch, kissing him once more as you take him in hand and pump him a few times. Moving your panties aside you sit up and slide yourself down onto him slowly, which apparently doesn’t work for Will as he grips your hips and pulls you down quickly while thrusting up into you, chuckling darkly at your cry. 

“Fuck, Will! You feel so good!”

He guides you as you fuck him, pulling you down harder as you chant his name, random words and sounds tumbling from your lips as he fucks you. One hand is gripping his arm and the other slaps against the window and it’s then you see her. Ashley, standing a car length or two away, staring directly at you and Will having sex. As Will leans forward to suck hard on your neck, you smirk at Ashley, giving her a small wave and flipping her off as Will hits that spot inside of you and you cum, screaming his name a little louder than you probably needed to. Will comes a moment later, grunting and panting your name as he spurts inside of you, biting you hard on the shoulder. Chests heaving, Will looks up at you, eyes still dark as he takes in your face, hair all askew and sweaty. 

“I fucking love you, Robin.”

A smile spreads across your face. “I fucking love you, Will Miller.”

“Move in with me?”

“Was the sex that good?”

He chuckles. “It’s always that good with you.”

“Why don’t you ask me that when you’re not balls deep inside of me.”

He grips your chin lightly with his thumb and pointer finger and you meet his gaze. 

“I mean it, Robin. I’ve been dying to ask you for a few months. I just…”

“You never have to be afraid to ask me anything, Will.”

He nods. “I know. So…will you?”

“Yes. But if you feel different in the morning, it’s ok. Just tell me.”

“Deal.”

—----

He does not feel different in the morning, and he proves this to you by burying his face between your legs until you beg him to stop, overstimulated and nearly crying from so much bliss. 

“742,” Will says matter of factly.

“742? Really?”

He smiles proudly. “I love to make my girl cum.”

“I still can’t believe you track that.”

“Wanna know how many times we’ve had sex?”

You throw a pillow at him and he throws it back, expertly hitting you in the head.

–

Both of you take a couple weeks to pack your things and move them over slowly, since work was still super busy. Once you’re moved in, you settle into a comfortable routine, making Will a quick breakfast and coffee before he heads into work or off to the airport to make another recruitment speech. You can see his job wears on him, but when you ask him about it, he shrugs and says “It’s what I can do.” Once you pressed him more and he said a lot of places don’t want to hire veterans that have seen active combat. They don’t outwardly say it, but he’s been turned down for jobs that he interviewed great at, making it all the way through the process until they saw his forms, suddenly not so interested. He’d once asked a recruiter why and they mumbled something about “not worth the risk”. 

He takes up archery with you as his coach and he takes to it well, which doesn’t surprise you in the slightest, considering his history. Will also pays very close attention to detail, making it easier for him to hone in on the target and how best to get there. He still loves it when you come and stand behind him, fixing an elbow here or a wrist there. You finally got him to snap out of concentration Will when you came up behind him and pretended to adjust something on his posture before he drew and ground your hips into his ass. Will burst out laughing, not used to being the one grinded on and you both laughed about that for a long while. 

You’ve been together a year and a half and finally, Will gets to meet your family. They’re having their annual “2nd of July” celebration, as most of the family will be inside on the fourth, none of the veterans big fans of all the firework noise. They’d had to cancel last year and so were extra excited for this year, especially since you were able to fly in with the now infamous Captain William Miller. 

“Do I look ok?” Will asks, fidgeting with his collar in the hotel mirror. 

“Let me see.”

He turns to face you, arms outstretched to his sides. “Do I need to change?”

“As much as I’d love to take this shirt off of you, you look fine, Will. You don’t need to impress anyone.”

“Easy for you to say. Everyone loves you.”

“They have to. They’re family.”

When you arrive, Will knocks on the door, wiping his palms on his jeans that you’d convinced him to wear over business pants. He’s visibly nervous and you can see him getting in his head. So you lean up to him, speaking quietly by his ear.

“If you relax, we can stop at the store on the way back to get that stuff for that thing you’ve been wanting to try in the bedroom.”

Will’s eyes snap to yours, darkening instantly. His eyebrows raise but before he can say anything, the door opens and your dad is there, hugging you and grasping Will’s outstretched hand, a smile on his face.

“Will! It’s so good to finally meet you! You want a burger or a dog?”

“Whatever you have more of, sir.”

“Sir! You hear him? I like him already.”

“Dad!”

He chuckles. “Alright, alright. No need to call me sir. I’m fairly certain you outrank me.”

Will shakes his head. “Negative. You are the father of the love of my life. You definitely outrank me for bringing her into this world.”

Your dad stops, looking between Will and you and seeing the look of utter devotion on both of your faces. “That’s very kind of you to say, Will. Now come on - let’s get you some food before these heathens eat it all.”

Will’s eyes widen when you step out into the backyard and he sees the amount of people gathered here. Kids running around with sparklers, throwing snaps at each other and laughing, some people swimming in the pool, and others talking, some loudly and some not, red, white, and blue colors everywhere. 

“I thought you said it was quiet?” He doesn’t look at you but the corner of his mouth ticks up.

“It is. We don’t do fireworks so it’s quiet for 2nd of July.”

You make the rounds, introducing Will to everyone, his shoulders relaxing more with every new person that he meets. “You weren’t kidding - almost everyone here has served or is serving.”

“Yup. I told you the truth that day in Publix.”

Everyone loved Will, but no one more than your mom. She fawned over him, squeezing his arm, making sure he had enough to eat and drink, that he knew where all the exits were and that there were no pets, the best places to stand with your back against a wall and clear line of sight to the door. The backyard was set up so you could stand pretty much anywhere and achieve this, but she wanted any excuse to talk to him. When your dad came over and pulled Will towards the grill to “help him”, your mom came up to you and gushed about Will, how he was so respectful and kind and a really nice man. 

True to your word, no fireworks were had that night. Instead, your parents had put up a giant inflatable screen and played a video of fireworks with no sound effects, just classical music over top. Will and you sit on the ground, Will leaning back on his hands and you between his legs as you watch. 

“This is amazing, Robin. I gotta tell the guys about this. We should do something like this back home.”

You lean back into his lap further, turning slightly to the side to look at him. “That’s a great idea! Frankie and Vanessa have plenty of room in their yard for this sort of screen. They aren’t too expensive. And their daughters would love to watch Frozen on this thing.”

The fireworks end and you sigh, stretching slightly as you stand up, finally able to make a full stretch. You turn to Will to offer him your hand, but your voice gets stuck in your throat when you look at him, kneeling on one knee, a ring box sitting in his hand.

“Robin, I know I’m not an easy man. Hell, you met me in the middle of a PTSD episode in the middle of a Publix. But somehow, even though I didn’t know you, you were able to pull me out. You saved me that day, but more than that, you’ve saved me every day since then. I feel…normal around you. Or as normal as I can be. You make me feel safe..safe to be me, all of me. I never thought that was possible. I thought that I would have to live my life half a person. You never judge me for the things I’ve had to do, any of the nightmares or quirks, none of it. Other women would’ve walked away, but you take my hand and guide me through the fog. And I hope I give you even an ounce of the happiness you bring me and I want to spend the rest of my life making sure that you’re happy and feel loved.” Will opens the little black box, exposing a beautifully crafted ring. “Will you marry-”

“YES!” 

You launch yourself at him, cutting off his sentence to laughter and whoops all around, your lips crashing to his as everyone cheers. You take his face in both hands and pull back, tears falling not just from your eyes but his as well. 

“I love you, Captain William Miller.”

“I love you so much, darlin’.”

On your flight home, you covertly join the mile high club, Will grinning from ear to ear watching you exit the bathroom and smoothe down your dress a few minutes after he’d left the same one. 

—----

Everyone flies out to your parent’s house for the wedding, as they had practically begged you to have the wedding there. And Will enthusiastically agreed, as the yard was literally set up for veterans. Everyone was there, even Santi flew up from his job in Colombia and asked you to tell him who your single family members were with a wink. 

The wedding was small but grand, flowers picked from your mom’s garden were woven into your braided updo, mathing the ones your mom had hand embroidered onto the outer layer of your dress, a matching embroidered handkerchief in Will’s coat pocket.

The reception went on long into the night, the kids all passed out on sleeping bags in the living room as they watched a movie. Will always had a hand on you at all times since you said “I do”, pressed to your lower back, lightly gripping your arm, or linking fingers with you and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. 

You’d both decided to skip the honeymoon and save that money towards a downpayment on a house of your own, a discussion of kids sometime in the next couple of years or so. “We can always go on some fancy trip later,” you say as you take another sip of the beer Will had brought you. 

You did, however, take the week off anyway and spend it in bed, only leaving it to make food and use the bathroom, Will demanding that the only clothing you were allowed to wear was one of his shirts and nothing else. When you said “Yes, sir” he growled and chased you until he pushed you into the bed, both of you living out your now shared dark desires. 

And in the morning, you woke before him, watching his sleeping face as the light hits it just right and you think about how lucky you were to have been in Publix that day and how much you love the man in front of you, even if he was snoring loudly.

—----

About a year or so later, Will and you are sitting on the couch cuddling, yelling out wrong answers to Wheel of Fortune, when his phone lights up. He leans forward and grabs it off the coffee table, letting you settle back into his side while he looks at the screen.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah. I just got a text from Santi.”

“If it’s about some girl, I don’t need to know.”

“No. He says he has a job for us.”

—----

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Build Me Up - Chapter 3

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4800+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Hey! Another chapter and it didn’t take me a year and half! A HUGE thank you to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me so much with this chapter after I stared blankly at the screen for so much of it. GO READ AND REBLOG HER STUFF!

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<<;Chapter 2<<

“But what if they don’t like me?” You were standing in your closet, trying to find something to wear to the bar. Will had invited you to meet his friends and brother for the first time, and you were freaking out a little.

Will chuckles, getting up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed to join you in your closet. He gently grips your wrist, pulling you towards him. His blue steel eyes lock on yours and you can feel yourself relaxing under his gaze. “They’re going to love you, Robin.”

“But-” He silences you with his lips, gently placing a kiss on yours, making you forget your worries. The kiss takes a sudden spicy turn, Will gripping your hip with one hand and putting his other hand out, backing you up against the only exposed wall in your closet, pushing you against it. 

“You know,” you say, breathless as he sucks on your neck. “I think my closet is the only place in my apartment that you haven’t fucked me.”

He chuckles into your skin and goosebumps erupt down your arm. “Well, we’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll be late?” 

“I don’t care.”

—

Somehow, you managed to arrive only a handful of minutes late, his friends only having just sat down. They all occupied a big, round booth at the back of the place, a couple of them sitting with who you assume are their girlfriends.

“Hey, bro!” This giant man, somehow taller than Will, also with blonde hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, gets up and gives him a hug, turning those blue eyes to you and you feel yourself being studied under them.

“You must be Robin. Nice to finally meet you.” He sticks his hand out and you take it, giving him a firm handshake.

“Benny, right?”

“That’s me. Will won’t stop talking about you. I was thinking he made you up.”

You pat your body down. “Nope. Real.”

He chuckles. “I like you already. Oh! This is my girlfriend, Jamie.” Benny gestures to the woman already sitting in the booth next to him, dark hair cascading down her shoulders as she waves at you. 

Will continues for Benny as he sits next to Jamie, everyone waving as Will introduces them. “Santi, Tom, his wife Molly, and Frankie and his wife Vanessa.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

They all say similar things as you slide into the seat next to Benny, Will sandwiching you in between the Miller brothers.

“So, Will tells us you’re an archery coach?” Frankie asks as he takes a sip of his beer.

You nod. “I am.”

“That’s really fuckin’ cool,” Benny says from besides you.

“It’s my passion. Along with picking up hot men at the grocery store.” You smile and wink at Will, who gives you a smirk but raises his eyebrows.

“It better only be one man.”

“You’ll meet him next week.” Everyone at the table erupts into laughter, including Will, who squeezes your leg under the table, a small spark of fire igniting in your lower belly at his touch. 

“What made you want to teach archery?” Frankie asks, resting his arm on the back of the bench behind Vanessa, who scoots a little closer to him.

“My cousins were bow hunters. I never went with them but I loved watching them practice. I begged my parents for over a year for a bow and they finally caved. I went to the Olympics, actually.”

Everyone stares at you. “So you’re like..good?” Benny asks, his eyebrows raised in awe.

You shrug. “I guess. I got silver.”

Benny spits out his drink. “You won a silver Olympic medal and this asshole never told us?” He leans past you and slaps Will on his shoulder. 

“Would you have believed me if I did?”

“Fair point.”

The night continues on, everyone asking questions to get to know you better and you them, in return. Eventually, everyone starts having their own conversations, Frankie talking to Will across the table. Benny turns to you, swallowing the last of his drink and setting the mug down on the table. He speaks just loud enough for you to hear him.

“I’m really glad Will found someone. He really needs…well, you.”

Giving him a small smile, you reply. “I think it’s really me who needs him.”

Benny glances behind you at Will, who is engrossed in a conversation about helicopter repair with Frankie before he leans in closer. “No, I mean especially after the breakup.”

You cock your head at him. “The breakup?”

“Yeah. His ex fiance?”

Will had never mentioned being engaged before. It must have been a bad breakup, considering you talk about everything else. Hell, you’d met him in the middle of a PTSD episode so it’s not like he had to hide anything. Benny realizes his mistake by your silence.

“Ah shit. I shouldn’t have said. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s ok. It must have been bad for him to not mention it.”

Benny nods. “Yeah. But she was older than you.”

“Older than me?”

“Yeah, you’ve gotta be what…10? Years younger than my brother? I mean, you did meet him at a Publix.” 

“Shopping was a pleasure that day.”

Benny laughs, his head flying back with the force of it. “Well, hopefully the old man won’t slow you down too much, Miss Olympics.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, but you quip back anyway. “I can assure you - it’s me having to keep up with him.” You wink, hoping the implication of sex comes through and are rewarded with Benny choking, coughing as Jamie thumps him on the back, his cheeks turning pink.

“I did not need to know that.”

“You seemed concerned about the age gap. I can assure you, your brother is a very thorough lov-”

“Ok ok, you win!” Benny laughs, pretending to plug his ears. Will turns to you, a questioning look on his face.

“Oh, Benny tried to poke at the age gap between us. So I was telling him how that is not an issue in the bedroom.”

Will blushes, but a smirk ticks up at the corner of his mouth. “Well if he didn’t want to hear about his brother’s sex life, he shouldn’t have made fun.”

“OK OK!” Benny laughs, plugging his ears again.

Soon it’s time to leave, Tom and Molly heading out first to relieve their babysitter, followed by Frankie and Vanessa. Santi had left a while ago, leaving with a girl he had been flirting with at the bar, which was apparently “very Santi”, and Benny and Jamie follow you out to Will’s truck, chatting idly and promising to meet up sometime for a double date. 

“So…how’d I do?” You ask, buckling your seatbelt as Will starts up his truck.

“I’ve never seen Benny that excited about a girl I’m dating. So I’d say they like you.”

You smile, letting out a little sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Will chuckles, his eyes fixed on the road. He reaches out and places his hand on your exposed thigh, the warmth from his skin spreading wildly across your body as he gently squeezes your leg. 

By the time you get back to your place, you’re barely holding it together. Will had slid his hand further and further up your thigh and you nearly had him pull over, almost unable to wait until you got home.

But then, you had a different idea. You knew the first time you’d slept together, and every other time after, that Will was holding back, knew he needed to be able to let go and just..be himself. If you were being honest with yourself, the idea that Will was that good at making you cum and he was holding back turned you on even more. Jamming your key in the lock, you quickly open the door and pull him inside, the question of “Am I invited in?” dying on Will’s lips as you shove the door closed, pressing your body to his. He places his hands on your hips, pulling them flush against his own and you grind slightly over his jean clad erection. His hands slide up your body and you can feel him hesitating, restraining himself, his lips faltering very slightly against your lips. 

“Will?”

“Mmm?”

“You can stop holding back.”

“What?”

You put your hand against his chest, pushing slightly to get him to stop and look at you, which he does, his steel blue eyes blown wide and concerned.

“I know you’re holding back. It’s ok, you can let go with me.”

He hesitates a moment. “I-I don’t know what you mean.”

“I won’t break, Will. I’m… I want you to.”

A conflict rages in his eyes, making them look like a roaring sea. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Swallowing hard, you meet his strong gaze with one of your own. “I do.”

When he doesn’t move, that battle still raging in his mind, you push him harder and he backs up, momentarly stunned at your bold move.

“Let go, Will.”

“You don’t know…you-”

This time, you shove him a little harder and he takes a few steps back, his eyes darkening, chest rising and falling a little faster. Another good push and his back hits the wall, and he lets out a huff of air, the resolve in him nearly breaking.

“I don’t always realize how rough I can be. I don’t want to hurt you, Robin.”

You place both of your palms on his strong chest and look up into his eyes. “I’m a strong girl, Will. I trust you.”

He glances away from you and you lean up to whisper in his ear. “I want this. I want you, Will. All of you.” Your lips find his neck and you start to suck on his skin, but a second later, Will’s iron grip squeezes into your hips and somehow you’re flipped, back pushed against the wall, Will so close to you as he shoves his leg between yours, his hand sliding up to wrap around your throat, applying a slight pressure, which surprisingly sends a rush of wanton heat between your thighs. His eyes are the darkest you’ve ever seen them and you know you’ve finally got him to give in. He’s still your Will, but in this brief moment, you feel like you’re finally seeing the last little part of him that he so desperately wanted to share but felt that he couldn’t. 

“You wanna be my little fuck toy, is that it?”

"Yes, sir," you breathe out and Will pushes himself closer to you, a growl in the back of his throat at your nickname for him. He leans towards your ear, speaking low.

"Safe word is fruit loops." He stares at you, waiting for confirmation that you heard him. When you give him a slight nod, he smirks, pressing his lips to yours, his large hand sliding up your throat to grip your jaw, pressing his fingers into your skin to open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside. 

Your hands fist in the front of his shirt and when Will’s lips leave yours to suck a spot on your neck, you moan, fingers twisting into his hair. When you give it a little tug, Will sucks hard on your neck, dropping the skin and pulling back to look at his work, watching the mark rise to the surface of your skin. The corner of his mouth ticks up, smirking as he roughly grips your jaw again, turning your face up to his. 

“Bedroom. Wanna fuck this pretty girl into the bed.”

A rush of arousal blooms between your legs and you nod. Will lets go of you, taking a step back to give you room to move. Taking a step past him, you glance at him over your shoulder and give him a tiny smirk before turning and running full out towards your room. Heavy footsteps thud on the floor behind you and Will’s fingers grip your arm tight just before you make it to your bedroom. He pulls you back to him roughly with one hand, his other coming up to tangle in your hair, tugging hard on it to pull your head back. 

“Thought you’d run? That you could be faster than me?” You try to shake your head, but he just grips you tighter, pushing you forward into your room. His grip on you is strong, and when he pulls your head to the side even more and sinks his teeth into your neck, you moan loudly, loving the way he laps at you after to soothe the spot. He releases your hair and shoves you forward, your hands slapping on the bed to stop yourself from planting your face in it. He pushes you up onto the bed, gripping your hips and flipping you on your back. He stands up, ripping the shirt from his chisled form and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the dim light from you bedroom nightlight bouncing off his abs.

He pushes your shirt up and you half sit up, allowing him to yank it from your body, quickly followed by your bra. He drops to your chest, taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, gently biting down on your nipple while his hand grabs your other tit and squeezes it. 

“Oh!” You gasp, moaning when he pulls back and starts to suck little hickeys across your chest. When he’s satisfied with his work, he sits up, yanking your pants open and dragging them down your legs. You decide to play a little and fight him on this, wiggling your legs to make it more difficult. This seems to spur him on and he growls, one hand pushing down on your hips to still you and the other yanking your pants off, his muscles rippling under the pressure. Your panties don’t fare as well and Will literally rips them in half and tosses them over his shoulder, staring down at you with hungry eyes. 

Will pushes your legs apart, holding them in place with his large hands as he kisses around where you need him most, tracing his nose along your inner thigh before he latches on, sucking on your skin and then licking it, watching the hickey rise to the surface. He does this a few more times and you moan his name, gasping when he finally latches onto your clit. You expected him to be rough here, but it was quite the opposite, gentle strokes of his tongue, little taps, and soft sounds vibrating out from him shove you right to the edge. Your legs start to tremble and then he’s gone, lifting his head from you before you had your release. 

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

A rush of heat races to your cunt and you try to close your legs to relieve some of the pressure that he had built up. But Will pushes your legs apart again, shaking his head. “Legs open. I want to watch you touch yourself. But don’t cum.”

Nodding, you glide your fingers down your naked body, touching yourself in the way that only you know best. Will watches you for a minute, palming himself over his jeans before he takes them off, his boxers quickly following. He’s already hard and leaking and oh you can feel your release coming. If you could just keep-

Will slaps your hand away, so in tune with your body that he knew what you were doing. “I said no cumming. Not yet, pretty girl.” He crawls up the bed, hovering over your body as he grips your wrists, pinning them on either side of your head. Your legs open wider to give him more space and he thrusts in you with one push of his hips and you scream his name, wet enough to accept him but the force of it catching you off guard. He doesn’t give you more than a second to adjust before he’s rutting into you, your hips pounding into the bed, your breaths coming out in short whispers. Will moves both of your wrists to one of his hands, the other coming down to grip your throat. He doesn’t squeeze you hard, just barely any pressure is applied, and he slows his hips for a moment, staring into your eyes as you try to catch your breath, your mind reeling from how good you feel. But through your daze, the message is clear: 

“Mine.”

He says it so quietly, which is in stark contrast with the rough way he fucks you that it takes you a moment to realize what he said. You nod and breathe out a reply. 

“Yours.”

He kisses you gently, his hips stopping for just a moment as he pulls out slowly, pushing in gently and adding in a thrust of his hips when he bottoms out. He hits a spot at the back of you and you break the kiss to whimper, mouth hanging open as he tugs on your lip with his teeth. He continues to fuck you like this, and you wrap your legs around him, pushing him into your harder. He picks up the pace slightly and you can feel yourself start to leap over the edge…But then Will yanks himself out of you, sitting up on your hips.

“No,” he says, his voice a little rough. He scoots back and grabs your legs, pulling you closer to him before he flips you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up. He brings his hand down on your ass with a smack! And you cry out, burying your face in the blanket. He massages the spot after, but spanks you twice more, kissing the spot after the last hit. He nips at you, his teeth grazing across your skin before he sits up, getting into position behind you. He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, holding them in one strong grip and with his other hand, he twists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head up, thrusting into you when he does, chuckling darkly when you cry out.

“That’s right. You’re just gonna take it, pretty girl. Be my little slut. Letting me fuck you how I want to.” The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes loudly in the quiet room, interrupted only by your whimpers and moans, and Will whispering dirty things into your ears. By this time, you’re so wound from being edged that you start to cry a little. When Will hears the shift in your tone his hips stop, but you cry out. “No! Don’t stop!”

Hesitantly, he starts to fuck you again, setting the same rough pace he had been before. Your arms are cramping and your head hurts from where he’s gripping your hair, but you don’t care. Everything about this pushing you towards the edge, the way he fucks you, the sounds he’s making inbetween his words, all of it and you just want to cum. Will seems to sense this and says “Beg me to let you cum.”

“Ungh please!” He tugs on your hair tighter, his hips rutting into you impossibly deeper and harder. “Please let me cum, sir!” He leans over you, changing the angle as he pulls your head up, rutting right against both of your favorite spots.

“Cum for me, my pretty little slut.”

And you do. You cum hard, mouth open and spewing random sounds and words, Will’s name tumbling from your lips as your body shakes with the force of it all. Your limbs are on fire, your entire body lit up as he continues to fuck you through it, watching your face contort as you clench around him. A few thrusts later and he cums too, biting down on your shoulder, grunting into you as his hips push into your haphazardly. He releases  your shoulder, dropping his forehead to it as you both just breathe for a moment. He unwinds his fingers from your hair and drops your arms, guiding them to your sides before he grips your hips, pulling out with a grunt. Somehow, you manage to roll onto your back, chest heaving and eyes closed. You’d never cum that hard in your entire life - not even with your own fingers or a toy. 

Will had definitely been holding back and you can’t wait to do that again. Maybe next time, you’ll suggest restraints, having always wanted to try them but never being with someone you trusted enough to do it with. Until now. It’s after this thought that you realize the room is dead quiet. Cracking open an eye, you see Will standing at the foot of the bed, his eyes raking over your body in a very different emotion than what he previously had.

“Will?”

His eyes are watery as he stares at your body. “I..I am so sorry, Robin. I never..I didn’t mean to…fuck I’m so sorry.” He’s looking frantic and you’re not sure why, your eyebrows coming together in confusion.

“I don’t understand?”

“I’ll…I’ll make you a bath, whatever you want. God, I’m so sorry.”

Will pulls on his boxers and races to your bathroom before you can ask him just what the fuck he’s on about, that that was the best sex you’ve ever had. You hear your bathtub being filled and a few minutes later, Will remerges, standing beside your bed and looking down at your still naked body, looking extremely unsure of himself. He hesitates briefly before leaning over and gently picking you up, carrying you to the bathroom where he carefully places you in the bathtub. The warm water makes you sigh and you close your eyes, wiggling down into the warmth. 

“Do…do you want me to wash you?” 

“You want to wash me?”

“It’s the least I can do after…” Will’s voice trails away uncertainly. He picks up your loofah and adds some soap, picking up your limbs like they were made of paper and softly scrubbing at your skin. There are places where you pull back from him involuntarily and you can feel him hesitating after each one. Finally, you drag your eyes open and watch his face, full of concentration on the task at hand, but worry is predominant, along with…guilt?

“Will? Are you ok?”

“I should have never done that.”

You grab his wrist, stilling his movement. “Not done what?”

His eyes don’t meet yours. Instead, they look at the same spots he’s been looking at on your body. “I shouldn’t have let go. Fuck, I’m so sorry, Robin.”

“What are you on about?”

“It’s me. I’m fucked up, Robin. Not right in the head. I went too far and I hurt you and I-”

You sit up quickly, water sloshing over the side of the tub as you place both of your wet hands on his cheeks. When he doesn’t look at you, you press your lips lightly to his. 

“I’m not sorry, Will. That was…I’ve never cum that hard ever. I loved every minute of it.”

“But I hurt you-”

“You didn’t, though. I mean, yeah I’m probably going to be a little sore and you for sure left some marks on me, but guess what? I want it all. The soreness, the marks, all of it reminds me of you. And you are the one thing I can’t get enough of.” You slide your fingers through his hair, resting at the back of his neck. You tug it a little but he still doesn’t look up. A sudden thought crosses your mind. What if…

“Was it enough for you, Will?” That gets his attention. His eyes snap to yours, watery but puzzled. 

“Enough? For me? When I’ve done all of this to you?” He gestures down at your body. 

“I asked you for it, Will. I have no regrets. It was amazing.”

“I left so many marks, so many bruises, I…I…”

“Will-”

He sits up quickly and leaves the bathroom and you try to stand a little too quick, all of the soreness from sex starting to present themselves. Stepping out of the shower, you quickly dry off, pausing when you finally look at yourself in the mirror, now realizing why Will was upset. Your body is littered with marks, bites, hickies, and light bruises are splattered across your skin, making you look like you had been through the ringer. No wonder Will was upset. You quickly grab a shirt off the back of the door that Will had left there when he slept over the last time and pull it over your head before opening the door. Will was still there, trying to find the rest of his clothes, obviously in a panic. 

“Will?”

“I..I’m sorry. I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you again.”

“Will.”

“It’s my fault. I should’ve said no, and I didn’t. I just…you’re so hot and I like you a lot and I just-”

“Will.” You walk up to him and lightly take his hand, squeezing his fingers. He stops moving, staring down at your joined hands. He allows you to pull him to the bed and sits at the edge when you give him a little push down. 

“Can you tell me where you are?” You ask calmly, placing your hand on his thigh and squeezing it.

It takes him a few minutes to reply, a deep breath puffing out from between his lips. “I was engaged before. It was a year or so after I got out. I wanted to marry the girl that had stood by my side during the last couple tours I had. She was great, laughed at my jokes, said she liked my weird thing with numbers, and she didn’t run when I had nightmares. I um…she told me one night that she wanted things rougher. That she knew I could be rougher and that I wanted it. That she wouldn’t break.” Will takes another deep breath, his eyes on his hands in his lap, picking at the skin around his nails. “After, she…she pulled away from me. I could see fear in her eyes. She called me a freak, said that this much…aggression wasn’t normal and she couldn’t…couldn’t look at me the same way anymore. She…she left me, telling me she never wanted to see me again. And what could I say? Her body was nearly all black and blue from me and she…I don’t remember her saying the safe word, but she says she did and I ignored her? I wouldn’t…I would’ve stopped. She didn’t say it…did she?” Will speaks the last words to himself and my heart hurts as I watch a couple of tears plop onto his hands. “Anyway, I promised myself that I would never do that again. I couldn’t…I don’t know my own strength and..but then you asked me, begged me, and I just lost myself in you and I’m so fucking sorry, Robin.” He turns his head up to look at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You cup his face in one hand and he jumps slightly, as if he was expecting you to slap him for some reason.

“William Miller. You are a good man.”

He lets out a puff of air and shrugs, but you call his attention back to you. “And I’m sorry. No, I am. I didn’t know…but I shouldn’t have pushed you. I just wanted you to be yourself, all of yourself, and I knew you were holding back. And honestly part of me-ok, a lot of me- was turned on by what you could be holding back. I have never cum that hard in my entire life and I certainly want you to do that again, but only if you want to. I’ve never trusted anyone well enough to talk about this but…you make me feel safe. Like I can tell you anything. And I know that may sound crazy since we haven’t known each other that long but it’s true. And I’m sorry not sorry, but your ex sounds like a bitch.”

Will laughs at that last statement, wiping the tears from his eyes, his shoulders visibly relaxing at your confession.

“You’re really ok?”

“I’m really ok. A little sore, but a good sore. We'll have to do that again."

Will raises his eyebrows, a slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You wanna do that again? Really?"

"Uh yeah!"

"Even though it's not…"

"Not what?"

He hesitates, eyes dropping from yours and speaking in such a quiet voice you almost miss it.  "Normal?"

You cup his cheek, gently turning his face up so he's looking at you. 

"I really care about you, Will. Like,  a ridiculous amount. Maybe more, I…anyway,  when you care about someone, and you are together, that includes all of them. Even the darker parts. That doesn't make you any less of a good man."

Will nods, blinking a few times to clear his eyes. "I really…care about you too, Robin. Like a ridiculous amount. "

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "So…will you stay?”

“You want me to stay?”

“Of course. Who else am I going to con into making me breakfast and carrying me around?”

Will chuckles and climbs into bed behind you, pulling you close to his chest, grunting when you wiggle your ass against his now semi hard cock. A few minutes goes by, Will nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing you in.

“You make me feel safe too, Robin."

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Build Me Up - Chapter 2

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2600+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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<&lt;Chapter 1

Will picks you up at 6pm to get some pizza before the movie. As dinner goes on, you can see he’s relaxing around you, seeing that you’re not going to run away. After pizza, you head to the theater to see some action movie. You honestly didn’t care what movie you saw as long as it was with Will. And now that you’re sitting in the theater, you hoped no one would be quizzing you on the plot, because you were hardly paying attention. 

After the popcorn and snacks were consumed, you laid your head on Will’s shoulder. He immediately lifted his arm and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you in as tight as he could in the theater chairs. For a few minutes, you just breathed him in: he was warm and smelled like pine and soap. Even with just his arm around you he made you feel safe, protected. Shit I really like this guy.

Then you noticed his hand, the one that had been resting around your shoulder. His fingers started tracing the skin on your shoulder, little invisible circles and lines being drawn on your skin, sending goosebumps across your arm. His touch leaves a jolt of electricity in its wake and you can feel your heartbeat quicken. Some explosion happens on screen and you don’t even flinch, solely focused on the lines he’s tracing into you.

Then his hand starts to move. Tracing lines across your collarbone and repeating the same motions there, the shoulder he just left tingling at the loss of contact. He stays at your collarbone for a few minutes before his fingers start to move lower, eventually lightly brushing across the very top of your boob, dipping below the cut of your shirt. 

Unable to stop yourself, you audibly gasp and chance a peripheral glance at his face, finding a smirk dancing across his face. Two can play at that game.

You snuggle in closer, allowing him more room to touch you, but at the same time, you place your hand on his thigh and echo his movements there, gradually moving your hand up his leg. You make it about halfway before he shifts in his seat, trying to covertly adjust himself. A smirk appears on your face now and you both sit there, continuing your movements, trying to see who cracks first. 

You never find out because the movie ends and you file out with the rest of the movie goers, Will chatting away about the movie. 

“What was your favorite part, Robin?” He asks as you pull out of the parking lot. 

“Uh…what?”

“Of the movie.”

“Oh. Um-” your brain desperately tries to remember something, anything from the movie. “-the car chase scene.”

“The car chase scene.”

“Yup. So cool.”

Will glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “Which one?”

Shit.

“Um, the second one?”

“The second one?”

“Yeah.”

“Robin, there weren’t any car chase scenes.”

Shit.

“Yeah there was!”

“No, there wasn’t. The movie was set in the 1800s.”

Will pulls into your driveway and you hop out of the car, quickly trying to think of an excuse as Will comes around the truck to walk next to you.

“Oh, yeah no I meant horses.”

Really?

“You mixed up cars and horses?”

“Yeah because of the…horsepower.”

He starts chucking. “What, Will?”

“You didn’t watch the movie.”

“I-I did!”

His smile is bright and as he stops in front of your door, he turns that smile to you, adding fuel to the fire that had been simmering inside of you, causing you to swallow hard.

“What was so distracting that you couldn’t even remember it was a Western?”

“I-” His eyes are boring into you, twinkling with mirth because he knows exactly what was distracting you. He just wants you to say it. 

“I was tired?” You said it more as a question and mentally chided yourself. 

Will takes a step towards you as you take a step back towards the door. 

“Tired?”

“Yeah-Yup.”

Another step. Now your back is against your front door. 

“I think you’re full of shit.”

“I’d like to be full of something else.” The words leave your lips before you can stop them, but a second later you don’t even care.

Will breaks almost immediately after your comment, pulling your chin towards him and kissing you, pushing his tongue inside your mouth as you dance yours around his. You wrap your leg around his and pull him closer, winding your fingers in his blonde locks and tugging ever so slightly. You feel how wet you already are and can feel Will straining against the denim of his jeans. 

He pulls back a moment later to look at you. “Can I come inside?”

“Oh fuck yes. OH you meant the house!” Heat rises to your cheeks as Will chuckles, kissing you once more before barely pulling back his lips. 

“I meant your house, but good to know.”

You kiss him deeply once more, tugging a little harder on his hair before you let go and push him back a step, turning to jam your key into the lock. You miss the keyhole a few times because Will’s hands have come to rest on your hips and he is flush up against you, using your ass to relieve some of the pressure building in his jeans. 

Finally, you shove the key in the lock and open your door, quickly stepping inside, Will never taking his hands off of you. You slam the door shut and lock it, tossing your keys on the little table next to the door. Will spins you around and grabs your hips again, kissing you deeply. He feels a little hesitant and you know why. Pushing him back slightly, you look up into his blue eyes and take his hand, pulling him with you as you turn on a few lights. 

“Living area-” you gesture around, “-kitchen,” you point across the room to an open concept kitchen. “Patio door is next to the fridge. It’s screened in but it’s an exit. This way-” you gesture to the hall “-on the right is a bedroom and bathroom and on the left is…my room. Also has a bathroom. No roommates, no pets. Windows all slide open.”

Will stares at you in awe. “How did you-…right. Your family.”

You nod. “Yeah. They always have to know where all the points of entry and exit are, if there’s any other living thing in the house, have their backs to a wall. I know.”

“You made sure we had a table where I could see the doors and have my back to a wall at dinner.”

You smile coyly. “Well, yeah. I wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”

The words barely leave your lips before he’s on you again, kissing you and biting your lips. He starts to walk you backwards down the hall as you unbutton his shirt and slide it off his arms, letting it fall to the floor. He copies and tugs your shirt up as you separate to raise your arms. It’s then you see his chiseled form, your hand reaching out to touch his abs.

“Holy shit, Will. You’re ripped.” 

His chest puffs out a little with pride at your praise and he slides his hands around you, making quick work of your bra clasp. It falls to the floor to join the parade of clothes down your hallway and Will moves his hands to open your pants as you try to open his. Your moves are desperate, frantic, both trying to move quickly. You back into your room as you both slide your pants down, kicking them off somewhere in the room. You move to take off your underwear, but Will grips your wrist. 

“Lay down on the bed.”

His command goes straight to your core as you scramble up your bed, trying to do what he said as quickly as you can. He crawls up your body, eyes dark with lust, and hovers over you as he kisses you again, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck before they find your boobs. He pulls one into his mouth and sucks hard and you cry out as he starts to swipe his tongue over your nipple. Your hand flies to the back of his head as you hold him there, moaning his name. He moves to the other boob and repeats the same motions, but this time he brings his hand up and pinches your other nipple just a little and you yell out at the slight pain. “Fuck!”

He starts a path of kisses down your stomach and stops at your panty line, his fingers pulling the fabric down just a tiny bit and he licks there, making his way around the shape of your panties. When he gets to your inner thighs he starts to suck a hickey, noticing the growing wet patch on your underwear. He hooks two fingers into your panties and yanks them down and off, tossing them across the room. He prys your legs open as he settles between them, staring at the apex of your thighs. He’s taking more time than you’d like and you swear you might die from anticipation. 

“Touch me Will. Please touch me.”

He gives you a smirk before his attention is back on your pussy, his hand sliding down your inner thigh and pausing just before he reaches your slit. You know you’re leaking by this point, swear you can feel it dripping down you.

Will picks his hand up and gently pushes his pointer finger inside you and you cry out at finally being touched. He pushes all the way in and slides his finger out before adding a second. He slowly slides his fingers in and out of you, watching as your arousal coats his hand. He slides his fingers in and then curls them, tapping around to try and find your spot. After a few taps, he hits something glorious, causing your body to twitch and you to let out a moan.

“There she is,” he says with a slight drawl. 

He starts tapping that spot inside you as he reaches his other hand around and gathers up some arousal from your leaking core and slides it up your slit, finally gliding up to rub small circles into your clit. 

“Oh fuckfuckfuck! That feels..” you get lost in the sensations, tense and beautiful at the same time. You feel that fire building inside you and you grip Will’s wrists, halting his movements, noticing his hips grinding on your bed.  

“I want you inside me when I come.”

“Fuck!” Will yells out as he pulls his hands from you, standing to yank his boxers off, his cock springing free. You see how endowed he is and you clench around nothing, your pussy waiting to be filled. He lines up with you, the tip of his cock touching your entrance and he grips your chin. 

“Look at me.” Your eyes meet his and he pushes inside of you, your mouth open in a silent scream as he slowly inches his way to the back of you. Once he bottoms out, he slides out just as slowly and you feel every inch of him as your pussy tries to grip him. He starts to push in again and you close your eyes, the sensations overwhelming you gloriously. He stops and tightens his grip on your chin.

“Look at me.” 

You lock eyes with him as he pushes in slowly again, bottoming out. He doesn’t pull out this time, but thrusts deeper somehow, which not only hits a spot inside you but also rubs on your clit. You whine out, your eyes still locked on his. He grips your leg and pulls it up on his hip, changing the angle and somehow going deeper. He moves with slow deep thrusts, watching your facial expressions and listening to the little sounds you give him as you move under him. 

“Oh fuck, Will. You’re..you…feel so..” You close your eyes again to relish the sensation and he lets you, focusing on his own pleasure. He leans down and takes a boob in his mouth and you whine loudly, curling your fingers in his hair. You tug a little and Will starts to speed up, moving a little faster. You pull his hair again and his speed increases and he nips at your boob, causing you to yelp a little in a pain/pleasure response. You suddenly feel like Will is really holding back, but you tuck that away to think about later as you feel your orgasm coming. 

“Will, I’m gonna-”

He grips your chin again and you open your eyes, a sea of blue staring back at you. Never pulling out, he makes quick, deep thrusts, punching that magic spot inside you and rubbing your clit. You yell his name, throwing your head back as he fucks you through it, digging your nails into his arms. Only a few short thrusts after he’s coming himself, letting out slightly high pitched moans as he fills you. He rests his forehead on your chest, both of you breathing heavy as you run your fingers through his hair. 

Will stays like that for several more moments before pulling out with a hiss, moving to grab something to clean you up with. You reach for the cloth but he pulls it back and gives you a look. Laying back down with your hands up in concession, Will pushes your legs apart and starts to dab at your sensitive core, your thighs jumping at the touch. You’re not sure what happened but suddenly the cloth is tossed aside and he’s knuckle deep inside of you, curling his fingers and pulling out sounds you’d never heard before as you grip the sheets, screaming his name when he leans over and sucks on your clit. Will sits up, wiping you off him with the rag as he watches you, splayed out and chest heaving. 

“Sorry, darlin’. I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Never…apologize…for that.”

He chuckles, this time actually handing you a cloth to clean up with. When you manage to walk to the shower, Will follows and you pull him in with you, pulling another orgasm each before the shower is done. After, you dry off and slide under the blankets still naked, turning to look at Will. He’s standing there, towel wrapped around his waist, looking…lost?

“Will? You just gonna stand there or?”

“I uh…do you want me to stay?”

“Oh. I mean, I want you to but you don’t have-”

“No, no. I’ll stay.” 

Will moves around the bed, dropping the towel on the floor before he slides in beside you, pulling you into his chisled chest and kissing the spot on your neck that starts to spark something between your thighs. 

“Night, darlin’.” Will whispers in your ear.

“Good night, Will.”

When you wake in the morning, Will is there, coffee already made and you think “I could get used to this.”

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>>Chapter 3>>

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Build Me Up - Chapter 1

Pairing: William “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 3000+

Rating: M for mature - 18+ only!

Warnings: Mature themes and some canon mentioned. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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**Please note this fic takes place about a couple years before the events of Triple Frontier.

**There is also a 10 year age gap. At the time of this chapter, Will is about 38 and reader is about 28.

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Walking the aisles at your local Publix, you check and recheck your paper grocery list, chuckling as you remember how your friends poke at you for not just using your phone. “I like to write it down. Helps me think,” you argue as they shake their heads.

Walking through the pasta aisle, you pass a handsome blonde man pushing a cart. You meet his eyes briefly and find your cheeks hot under his blue eyed gaze.

“Excuse me,” you mumble as you try to reach around him for some pasta.

“No problem, miss.” The man steps back to allow you space, observing your every move.

You grab what you need and toss him a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

You continue on your way, thinking about the handsome man and how polite he was. His eyes were breathtaking, like blue quartz, and held some depth and weight behind them.

As you reach the end of the aisle you’re in, you hear yelling and loud voices from the next one. Turning into the cereal aisle, you see the handsome blonde man from earlier gripping another man’s throat, squeezing hard, veins in his hands bulging out, and the other man sputtering and attempting to breathe under his grip, boxes of Fruit Loops tumbling off the shelves and clattering to the floor. Other people and employees are trying to approach the handsome man, yelling and screaming for him to let go but also a little afraid to approach him.

One employee musters up some courage and attempts to yank the handsome man’s arm, but he simply shoves him away and the employee falls to the ground as the handsome man resumes his actions.

That’s when you see it. The momentary break from his task and you see his face, his body language and you know what’s happening. You’ve seen it etched in nearly every family member’s faces as they have a triggering moment, fighting an inner battle in somewhere only they can see.

Abandoning your cart, you walk forward, keeping your peripheral vision on the man being choked, who still has color in his face. That’s good. You can’t say the same for his pants, as a growing wet stain appears there. You wave the employees back, some of them objecting and gesturing for you to back up. You wave them off and tell them to shut up. They’re making way too much noise. Thankfully, they finally listen. You approach the handsome man and move to be in his line of sight. You get just a couple steps from him and stop.

“Hey,” you say calmly, gauging the handsome man’s reaction. You see the choked man pleading with you silently, his eyes full of fear as he sees his impending demise.

“You’re at Publix, sir. The cereal aisle. Is there one I can help you find?” You speak in a gentle, soothing tone. You see something shift in the handsome man’s demeanor, but he still doesn’t let up on his vice grip around the other man’s throat.

Making sure to stay in his sight, you close the last couple of steps between you and gently lay your hand on his forearm, noting in the back of your head how strong he feels under your fingertips.

“Hey. It’s ok.” You lace your tone with as much calm and warmth as you possibly can, hoping that the handsome man will choose to focus on your voice and find his way out of wherever he has gone.

Almost instantly at your touch, the handsome man shakes his head and seems to realize what’s happening. He blinks rapidly a few times and finally sees the man in front of him who was starting to turn blue around the edges. He quickly releases him and the man coughs and sputters, gulping in air and breathing deep. He starts to sink a little to the floor so the handsome man reaches out to help him, an apology forming on his lips.

“Get the fuck away from me you psycho!” The man rasps out as he tries to shove away the handsome man’s hand.

“I am so sorr-”

The man lunges at the handsome man, fists swinging wildly towards the handsome man’s face. He’s screaming names and profanities as he desperately tries to make contact, the handsome man dodging the swings but that look is starting to come back into his eyes.

You step forward, putting a hand out to each of them. One of the man’s fists grazes your outstretched arm before he can stop it and you feel the sudden tension radiating off the handsome man. You gently move your hand forward and press it to the handsome man’s chest, trying to convey that you’re ok.

“You’re fucking CRAZY!” the man spits out.

Looking at the man, you say “I am so sorry, sir. My-” you hesitate “-boyfriend, is a veteran. He’s served our country and is paying the price for it.”

The man looks from you to the handsome man and back as you try to diffuse the tension.

“You could have killed me. You’re lucky I don’t sue. You need some fucking therapy, man!”

Feeling the handsome man tense again under your palm, you answer before he can. “We are so sorry. He is in therapy, but PTSD can get triggered by odd things, especially when anything could be the difference between life and death.” The man opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, noticing his anger starting to simmer down slightly. “Please, let us do something for you. Buy your groceries? Pay for medical bills, whatever. Just, please don’t seek legal action.”

The man continues to stare at you for a few more moments, making one more quick glance at the handsome man and seems to come to a conclusion.

“Fine. Whatever. But get a better therapist because this one ain’t workin.’”

The handsome man apologizes from behind you as he hands him some cash and the man just waves him off as he snatches the cash and walks away, rubbing his throat. An employee comes forward to speak and you put yourself between the employee and the handsome man.

“Miss, we have to-”

You take a half step closer to the employee and become slightly more stern. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m his girlfriend. I can take it from here.” The employee looks nervously from you to the handsome man and finally nods at you, mumbling something about “if you need anything…”

About as alone as you can be, you turn to face the handsome man, and find he’s staring directly at you, his light blue eyes a swirling sea of emotions.

“Can I call anyone for you? Friends or family?”

He blinks down at you a few times. “Yeah. Yeah that would be great.”

“Walk with me?” you offer your hand to him and he looks down at it, slowly reaching forward to take it. When he touches your skin, you feel his warmth and a jolt of electricity courses through your veins. Get it together. Heading back over to your cart, the handsome man pulls out his phone and navigates to his contacts. You try to pull your hand away to give him some space, but he squeezes it a little tighter and glances at you through his blonde locks.

Smiling at him, you ask “Is there anything you need here? I’m just about finished but I will happily walk with you while you shop.”

“Yeah. I only needed a couple things. Just..hold on a second.”

Squeezing his hand a little tighter, you reply “Take all the time you need.”

The handsome man calls a few people and you catch the names Fish, Benny, Pope, and Redfly, and you smile to yourself as this reminds you of the nicknames of the friends of all your family members who have served.

About 15 minutes passes and he hangs up with his last person, Redfly, and slides his phone into his pocket, turning his attention fully to you.

“Ready to go shopping, sweetheart?” His eyes show humor behind the adrenaline that still courses behind them.

“Yes, dear,” you tease back. “I’m sorry about that. It’s just - they wouldn’t have cared if I wasn’t connected to you.”

“You could’ve said I was your brother.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you look away. “Yes I suppose I could have.”

He chuckles quietly. “Well, I think I’m done with cereal for now.”

“I can’t blame you.”

“I’m Will, by the way.”

You tell him your name as you both start walking through the store, Will at your side, taking turns with you to push the cart.

“Ok…favorite Marvel superhero?” you ask.

Will rubs a hand on the back of his neck and laughs. “You’re going to make fun of me.”

Looking fake shocked you reply “I will not!”

“Alright. It’s Hawkeye.”

“WHAT??” You scream at him and he starts to laugh.

“Sorry! I just..he’s my favorite too! And I always get crap for it!”

“Same here!”

You both launch into long-winded explanations on why Hawkeye is your favorite, finding that you like him for mostly the same reasons. Moving on to tv shows, you discuss your favorites and what you’ve started watching.

“Oh! I know I’m a little late but I started watching Sons of Anarchy. You look like the one guy from that show actually.”

Will chuckles. “Which one?”

“Oh I can’t remember his name. The hot one?” You freeze as the words come out, your cheeks feeling like they’re on fire.

“The hot one huh? I think his name is Jax.”

“Yeah. Yes! Jax. That, uh..that’s it.”

“I get that a lot, actually.”

When it’s time to check out, Will insists on paying for your groceries despite your vehement protesting, playfully shoving you out of the way of the card reader.

“Let’s go, sweetheart.” He puts his hand on your lower back, guiding you out of the store.

Once you’re outside, he turns to you again. “Can I walk you to your car?”

“I- sure. I’m parked this way.”

He doesn’t remove his hand and you feel him scanning the parking lot for any threat, protecting you. The thought makes you smile - you hadn’t had anyone outside of your family care for you like that in a long time.

You reach your car and stand by the driver’s side before turning around to face the handsome man.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

The handsome man smiles. “You saw me lose my shit and nearly kill a man, and you’re asking how I am?”

“Yes.”

Those blue eyes study you for a moment. “I’m…back in reality.”

“Good.”

A moment passes and he looks…embarrassed. “Thanks for your help.”

You grab his hand and give it a quick squeeze, dismissing the thanks. “Of course. I recognized the signs. I hope I didn’t overstep?”

“You know people who served.” It wasn’t a question but a statement.

You nod. “Yes. Nearly my entire family. My parents, sister, brother, grandpas, half my uncles and aunts, cousins. So I’m familiar with the look.”

He nods, his eyes doing a quick scan of your body.

“Can I buy you dinner sometime?”

“Me? You want to take me out?”

“Yes. Unless you’re otherwise..occupied?”

“No! I mean uh, no. I’m single- FREE! OPEN! Shit-” Will smiles at you, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he chuckles at your nerves. “-Yes. I would like that.”

“Tomorrow at 7 sound good?”

“That’s perfect.”

You exchange numbers and he steps back to let you in your car, making sure you get in safely before waving and heading to his truck.

A smile creeps across your face. Shit, this guy is trouble, I know it.

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Pulling up to the Italian restaurant a few minutes before 7, you check the mirror once more to make sure your hair is in place and hop out of the car, smoothing down your dress. You love this black dress - it’s simple but hugs you in all the right places. You send a quick text to Will letting him know you’ve arrived and your phone pings back almost immediately, Will letting you know he’s inside. Punctual. Of course. You chuckle to yourself as you walk up to the restaurant, heading inside and letting the host know your date is already here.

Before the host can direct you, you feel a hand at the small of your back and a voice with a hint of a drawl (and something else you can’t quite place…British?) speaks in your ear.

“Allow me to escort you.” You turn and see Will extending his arm to you, smiling. He’s wearing dark jeans and a button up shirt the exact color of his eyes. You smile back and take his arm, thanking the host as Will walks you to the table. He pulls out your chair and you sit, Will moving to sit in his chair.

“I know flowers are typical first date stuff but I thought this was more appropriate.” He reaches into his pocket and hands you a small box of Fruit Loops.

You laugh, taking the box. “This is..perfect. I actually like Fruit Loops too. I love this!”

The server comes to take your drink order and you both study the menu for a few minutes after, making a few passing comments on dishes. Will, having been here several times before, asks if you have any food allergies or dislikes. You don’t, and he asks your permission to order you something. Setting down your menu, you agree to it, curious to see what he orders for you. The server returns with your drinks and Will places your order.

“The lady will have the braised beef tortellini with the traditional sauce. I’ll have the same.”

The server nods and leaves to put your order in and you look at Will.

“I know it sounds basic, but let me tell you - it’s the best I’ve ever had. The sauce is just phenomenal.” His voice sounds almost orgasmic on the last word and you push your thighs together a little more thinking about that.

“I’ll just have to trust you.”

“So…what do you do for a living?”

You take a sip of your drink. “I’m an archery coach.”

Will raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Not what you were expecting, was it?”

He shakes his head. “Definitely not. I thought…teacher. Which, I guess I wasn’t far off with coach. No wonder your favorite Avenger is Hawkeye. How did you get into that?”

“I had some cousins who were super into bow hunting. I never went but I always loved watching them practice. They taught me some stuff and I begged for my own bow and lessons. My parent’s hesitated at first, not wanting to spend money on something I’d “toss away in a second”, but I was persistent. What about you?”

Will tells you how he was a Captain in Delta Force and how he’s now retired but does “talks” for both new recruits and retiring soldiers. You notice again how his accent changes up sometimes when he’s talking, sounding British and southern.

“I have to ask - the occasional British accent?”

Will chuckles. “Yeah that usually stumps people. I was born here but my dad got stationed in the UK when I was just a couple months old. We lived there until I was about 5 years old. My mom got pregnant with my brother Benny and my dad was restationed back in the States. We grew up in Red Feather Lakes, Colorado.”

“Ah that makes sense! It was such an odd combination of accents. I like it.” You wink at him as you take a sip of your drink.

Your food arrives and it’s every bit as delicious as Will said it would be. Conversation flows between you both and you find yourself wanting to know more about Will. By the end of the date you’re crushing hard, hoping he feels the same way.

Will walks you to your car, your arm linked with his, chatting the whole way. Arriving at your door, you turn to face Will and continue the conversation, his intense eye contact causing heat to rush to your cheeks. You find yourself starting to ramble, seeing the soft smile tugging at Will’s lips as he takes a step closer to you. You falter, stuttering over words as he takes another step and closes the distance between you both, backing you up against your car door, getting lost in his light blue eyes. He leans down and presses his lips to yours, kissing you gently and softly, and you feel your heartbeat take off. He pulls back and meets your gaze, checking in silently to see if that was ok. In response, you grip his shirt and pull him to you, biting his bottom lip before he slides his tongue in your mouth, licking across your teeth. His body is pressing up against you as you wind your arms around his neck, gripping his golden hair and pulling slightly. Will growls into your mouth and pushes you up against your car as you wrap your leg around his, trying to pull him in closer. Will’s hands start to roam down the sides of your body, feeling every inch of you as if he’s committing it to memory.

Finally feeling a little overwhelmed, you pull back, putting your head against the car and Will starts a trail of kisses down your neck, biting at your collar bone. A whine escapes your lips and you feel him shift before he pulls back a little, resting his forehead to yours.

“I think we better stop, Robin, before I take you right here.”

“I’d let you - wait. Robin?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. Hood. Like Robin Hood. Because of the archery?”

Laughter erupts from deep within you, your entire body shaking. “I’ve never had anyone call me that before!”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. It’s usually Katniss or Merida. Which is cool, but I like Robin Hood. Especially that Disney one. He was hot.”

Will looks at you. “You mean the fox?”

“Don’t judge - you know you had a crush on foxy Maid Merian.”

A blush creeps up his cheeks, turning them a delightful pinkish hue. “Ok. You caught me there.”

He kisses you again but you feel how much he is holding back, his arms tight with tension. He pulls back again after a few moments.

“Wanna go to a movie and get food tomorrow?”

Smiling at him, you reply “Absolutely.”

—----

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Build Me Up Masterlist - Completed

Could helping a veteran with an intense event at a Publix lead you to discover where you're supposed to be?

Will Miller x f!reader

Overall rating: M for mature themes. 18+ only

Ongoing (please note reader is ethnicity inclusive despite stock photos)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Touch You

This ask came to me from @livingmydreams13:

its sounds crazy but i had a dream with Will, it's not very clear, all i can remember is how he was on my house and i present to my mom like a "boyfriend" but he literally have all his hands over me, like a 18 teen with full hormones (i laugh everytime i remember 😂) i tried to write the idea but i don't know i just i can't it's frustrating 😭, so that's why i ask you cause your writing is amazing i love it, what i have in mind is, I present Will to My family and some Friends on a little party at afternoon/night (You can add the others triple frontier boys if you want) and he knows how shy and nervous i am so he took advantage of that and make me nervous with little comments and little touches secretly and always want to put his hands under my dress, and well obviously we end up making out (i don't know maybe on the bathroom or bedroom)

Pairing: Will Miller x f!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

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“You promise to behave?” You pause, hand lifted in front of the door, getting ready to knock.

“I promise…nothing,” Will wraps his arms around you, kissing the side of your neck.

“Will!”

“Alright, alright. I promise, darlin’.”

You knock, three raps on the door as Will moves to your side, squeezing your hand. The door opens and your brother is there, smiling as he sees you.

“Mouse!”

You groan. “Don’t call me that!”

Will chuckles next to you and your brother’s focus shifts to him. “You must be the boyfriend.”

“Will.” He extends his hand, your brother shaking it. “John.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Will.” Your brother winks at you, a mischievous look on his face and you feel your cheeks heat up. “Come in. Mom’s running around as usual but I think you can pin her down by the kitchen.”

“Thanks, John.”

He walks off and you feel Will’s hand touch your lower back as he follows you towards the kitchen, making your way around the other people at the party. He leans forward and speaks in your ear.

“Mouse?”

“Ugh I was hoping you’d never hear about that. I went through a phase when I was little where I only wanted to eat cheese and the nickname stuck.”

Will presses his lips to your shoulder and you shudder. “Stop that!”

“I can’t. Not when you’re wearing this little dress.” You feel his fingers graze the back of your thigh and you choke back a yelp.

“Will! We’re in my parent’s home.” You whisper back to him.

“You still look hot.” His hand trails up higher, tracing a line where your ass and leg meet.

You slap his hand away as you round the corner into the kitchen, finding your mother flitting about from counter to counter, food spread everywhere.

“Mouse!”

“Mom!”

She wipes her hands on her apron and gives you a quick hug, her eyes landing on Will for the first time.

“Is this the infamous Will?”

“Mom…yes this is Will. Will, this is my mother.” You tell him her name and he holds out his hand, taking hers and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. You mom flusters, smiling wide.

“I can see what you mean, Mouse. This one’s trouble I can tell.”

He winks at her as his hand pinches your ass and you try to contain yourself. “No ma’am. I have the utmost respect for your daughter.”

“Mmm. I bet you do.” A timer dings and she spins on her heel to check the oven.

Will takes advantage and leans into you, whispering in your ear. “You’re hot when you’re nervous.”

“Shut it, Will.”

His fingers lightly graze across your arm, chuckling quietly when he sees the goosebumps he leaves behind. Your mom turns back around and smiles at you both.

“Mouse, could you go out to the garage and get another box of the canned sodas? No make it two. These people drink so much.”

“Sure mom.”

You turn to head to the garage, Will hot on your heels as you open the door and turn on the light. He closes the door behind him and you walk over to the fridge, your hand clasping the handle when Will’s closes over it. He presses up against your back, his hand sneaking under your dress.

“Will..” you pant out.

“I can’t help it, darlin’. You’re just so fuckin’ hot.” His hand trails higher, touching you over your underwear.

You gasp, a little moan escaping you as you close your eyes, knuckles white as you grip the refrigerator handle. Something thumps against the door from inside the house and your eyes fly open, using your other hand to yank Will’s from where he had been trying to get inside your underwear.

“Shit! Ok, Mr. Hands - grab these sodas and follow me. Please?”

Will gives you one of his knowing smirks as his blue eyes hold yours. “Whatever you say, darlin’.”

He takes 3 cases of sodas and easily carries them back in the house and into the kitchen. Your mom praises him as he empties the boxes into the coolers.

“Thank you, Will! If I ever need someone to do some heavy lifting, I know who to call.”

“Anytime, ma’am.” He gives her a wink and she playfully slaps his arm.

“Oh stop with that. Save it for my daughter.”

“Oh I would ma’am. But she told me to be on my best behavior.”

“Ok, time to meet everyone. Mom? We’ll see you in a bit?” You ask.

“Ok Mouse. Maye sure to say hi to your Uncle T!”

You nod, grabbing Will’s hand and leading him from the kitchen. You make the rounds, introducing him to everyone while trying to keep him from feeling you up. He always has a problem keeping his hands off of you, and honestly it’s killing you to not touch him back, but this is not the time or place.

Will talks to one of your cousins, fresh out of basic training, and you choke back a moan as his hand lightly squeezes your ass over your dress.

“I’ll be right back. Bathroom.”

You head upstairs, finding the bathroom empty. You close the door behind you and turn to face the mirror. Your cheeks are hot, just like skin between your thighs and you seriously considered taking care of it when there was a quick tap at the door.

“You ok darlin’?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Can I come in?”

“Uh...sure?”

He opens the door slowly, giving you time to tell him to get out, which you don’t. He closes it behind him and turns to face you, his light blue eyes growing darker by the second as he takes you in. He steps in front of you and your chest heaves. Fuck it.

“I do have a problem, Will.”

He pauses. “Are you ok?”

“Not really.”

His eyes shift to concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m in pain.”

“Where?”

You take his hand and place it over your dress, pushing into your wet cunt. “It aches.”

Will smirks, the darkness coming back to his eyes as he catches on. “Want me to take a look?”

You nod. “Please.”

He kneels in front of you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he pushes up your dress, hooking his fingers into your panties and sliding them down. You lift your legs as Will slides them off and sets them on the counter. He lifts one of your legs, wrapping it around his shoulder as he puts his head under your dress, giving you a quick wink before he goes.

He licks up your seam and you cry out, hand flying to your mouth to stifle your sounds as he massages your clit with his tongue. Your heel digs into his back as you drop your knee to the side, spreading you open wider. He runs his tongue along you before finally adding a finger, pushing into you and groaning at the sound. He adds a second finger and starts to scissor them, feeling you tense. He knows you need just a little more so he puts his mouth around your clit and sucks. You come, crying his name into your hand as your body lights up, electricity running through your veins. When you start to come down, you drop your hand and Will pulls his from you, moving to stand up as he grabs some toilet paper to wipe you off of his face.

“How’s that ache now, darlin’?”

You take a moment to answer, your brain starting to click back on. “Better, but it still hurts.”

He arches an eyebrow at you. “Oh?”

You hop up on the counter and pull him to you by his belt buckle. He stands between your open legs and watches your face as you undo his belt and pants, sliding your hand in to feel his hard cock.

“Mmm yes. I think you have the…treatment I need? Ok I can’t keep this up. I need you to fuck me, Will. Fuck me hard.”

“Whatever you want, darlin’.”

You lean back against the mirror as Will pushes into you and you bite down on his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out. He thrusts in twice before adjusting his stance, pulling you to him a little more. A few more thrusts and he repeats the process. On the third time, he grunts, pulling out of you.

“I’m too tall for this. Come here.”

You hop off the counter, feet barely touching the floor as Will spins you around, pushing your upper back down and kicking your legs apart. He slides his hard cock through your folds a few times to wet himself and then pushes in, both of you moaning out with the contact.

“Fuck yes Will!” You gasp, partly from pleasure and the other part fear as you realize you had yelled his name. Will reaches around and covers your mouth.

“Go ahead and scream all you want now. I got you, darlin’.”

He sets a rough pace, your hips digging into the counter edge as he fucks you. You cry out with every thrust in as he rubs that spot that makes you see stars. He pushes your dress up over your ass, palming one of your cheeks with his free hand.

“Fuck you’re so hot. Look at you, taking my cock. In fact-” He lifts your head so you look in the mirror, seeing him behind you, his face contorted with lust. “-watch while I fuck you.”

“Oh God!” you moan into his hand.

And you watch, seeing the tiny expressions that flit across his face as he pushes in and out of you, his orgasm building. He reaches around and plays with your clit and your leap over the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body, Will’s thrusts carrying you out further and further until you melt under his touch. You vaguely recognize pain in your hips, the counter’s edge still digging into you, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“You feel so tight darlin’. ‘M gonna..ugh!” Will thrusts his hips particularly hard and comes, emptying himself inside you while he moans through gritted teeth.

A few moments pass as you both catch your breath and he pulls out with a hiss.

“Don’t move.”

He grabs a washcloth and wets it, cleaning you up and wiping himself off and fixing his pants. You stand up, rubbing the front of your hips as you turn around. He kneels in front of you, pulling your underwear up but pausing when he sees the marks left in your skin from the counter.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

You turn his chin up to look at you. “Never be sorry for that. It’s exactly what I asked for.”

He smiles as he nods, turning his attention back to your underwear. He rubs the marks with his thumbs a little and you moan. Right before he pulls your underwear up, he plants a kiss to your core and you twitch. He chuckles as he pulls your underwear up, smoothing your dress down over it before standing.

“How’s that ache now?” His eyebrow raises as he looks down at you.

“It’s ok…for now.” You return the wink as you leave the bathroom, Will taking your hand and following you back to the party, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

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