#William Miller x FemReader

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Awakening: Caffeine

Santiago Garcia X fem!Reader X William Miller

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Summary: You spend some time with just Santi and Will and like after cup of coffee on a sleepy morning, you, Santi and Will feel more awake than ever.

Warnings and content: threesome, piv sex, blowjob, oral f and m receiving, 69, upside down sloppy blowjob, degradation, praise, self slut shaming for realsies, lots of talking and aftercare, Santi being a switch lol, why do I talk about cum so much etc, THIS WASN'T EVEN GONNA BE GAY WHEN I FIRST STARTED THE SERIES BUT I CANT STOP!!! THE BISEXUAL GODS TOOK CONTROL!!! Romance?? brewing??? We'll see. Where are benny and frankie? not talking rn sadly :( dont worry they’re next. you know i love my FishBen

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You never felt safer than in your husband's arms. No matter the dirty things he called you, no matter the impact play, and no matter the vulnerable positions he put your body in with him or his friends, you trusted him completely to protect you, to keep you safe. You could communicate your needs, wants and concerns, and you’d like to think you extended the same courtesy to him. Santiago always protected you, inside and outside of the bedroom, he protected your body and your spirit, and in his arms, you were safe.

Even as you stood naked with Will Miller in front of you, stroking himself as he watched Santi’s hands roam all over you.

“Isn’t she pretty, Will?” Santi spoke into your ear, showing you off. Santi had slowly stripped you naked in front of Will, describing in detail the features of your body as if you were a car he was bragging about. Despite the feminist in you, you loved when Santi objectified you in bed; because it was only ever in bed. In the rest of your life together, he treated you like someone to be worshiped. Right now, however, he treated you as a toy to be played with, and you loved every second.

And now, here you stood as Santi felt you up, playing with your body like it existed solely for his hands to touch, grabbing and squeezing and slapping.

Will, however, looked at you with a reverence, adoration, like he was just blessed to be in your presence. “Fucking beautiful.” 

“You wanna touch her, Will? She’ll let you. Dirty little whore just wants to be touched, doesn’t matter by who.” Santi shoves you forward and you stumble the two feet into Will’s strong arms where he catches you. Will’s body is broad and warm, firm against you but comforting. He wraps his arms around you, turning you back to Santi and one arm wrapped tight around your waist, his other hand trailing fingers down your sides.

“No, nooo” Will coo’s, kissing your neck. “She’s just a good girl, she just wants to behave, she just want to make us happy” Less harsh than Santi, he pushes you back into your husbands arms.

“She wants to get filled up, Will. Wants to have us in all her holes, she just wants to cum again, and again, and again.” You were tossed back to Will.

“That’s not true, is it baby?” Will’s words flutter in hot breaths against your ear, the contrast between the two becoming dizzying. “You want to make us happy, you want to be a good wife, good wives get shared.” 

You assume you’re in Santi’s grasp now, but you can hardly tell anymore by the way they toss your body like a ball back and forth between them, Santi continuing to call you a myriad of names and groping you, whereas Will praised you and caressed your body; it was dizzying, the back and forth, back and forth, degradation and praise, slaps and soothing touches.

Once again in Will’s hold, he tells your you’re doing so good, how good girls get to cum, how they’ll make sure everything is taken care of as long as you do as you’re told, before you finally land with Santiago again, a strong arm snaking up to hold your throat with his other hand tightly gripped your hands behind your back, prominently displaying your whole chest, primarily your breasts, to Will.

“She’s just a slut, Ironhead, see? She’s wetter than the ocean, it’s fucking dripping down her legs and all we’ve done is toy with her like a little doll.” Santi turned his attention to you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “Is that what you are, baby? Our little fuck doll to play with whenever we want? Our little free-use toy?”

You nod frantically, you want to be his doll, you want to be his toy, and you wanted him to share his toys.

“Lucky for Will, I was taught how to share.” Santi looked back to his friend. “Wanna play with her?”

Without so much as a reply, Will was all up on you, his bare chest to yours, keeping you pressed between his and Santiago’s bodies, sandwiched between the two men you loved most on this planet. You adored your husband with everything in you and sex with just him fulfill every need and desire you could have with one person, and sex with all the boys together was hot, adventurous, sexy and loving, but there was something special with Santi and Will together, a chemistry in the air and a magic in the way they worked together. Will’s mouth was breathy, kissing your lips but quickly continuing on to touch all the skin exposed; down the neck, groping and licking and sucking softly against your skin, careful not to leave marks per Santiago’s request. As his arms wrapped around you, his fingers wedged between you and where Santi was pressed up against you, and Santi’s hands slipped between your legs, gathering up the slick before rubbing on your clit teasingly slow, matching his slow kisses on your neck.

You could feel Will’s fingers fidgeting between yours and Santi’s skin, and you held your breath, wondering if, just maybe, something would…

Santi inhaled the smell of your shampoo as he buried his face in your hair. He loved this, he loved you, he loved Wi- he loved his friends, he corrected himself, and he loved sharing you. There was something special about just sharing you with Will, however. Frankie and Ben absolutely showered you in the praise and affection, they were nothing but respectful to you, men he trusted you with completely, but William John Miller worshiped you. He’s seen it in his eyes for years as you got to know his friends, the way Will’s eyes would follow you, then quickly look away for fear of being caught, the shame in his face when he looked to long or at your breasts or ass, the way that Santi could feel him pushing down his desire for you because friends don’t want their friends girlfriend, fiance, wife… Except Santi wanted him to, and seeing Will treat you with the reverence you deserved, the reverence he hoped he too showered you in… well that was as much a turn on as anything.

Feeling Will’s rough hands between your bodies as Santi kissed into you, tasting your skin as Will moved his way back up from your breasts, Will’s fingers, moving, inching… 

You feel Will’s hand stray from the small of your back and move to grip Santi’s hip and your breath hitches as Will comes face to face with Santi and for a moment, you wonder what will happen… since when was Will gay? Well, you supposed you could ask that about most of them…

You held your breath, and in the end it was Santi who kissed Will, right in front of where you had turned. Their mouths mouths melded together and when you moan at the sight, both of their attention turns to you, and your are sucked into the flurry of tongues and lips and spit, kissing, licking and sucking with such desperation, that all you could register with a sloppy mess of wet skin; but it didn’t matter whose tongue was in your mouth, whose hands slid between your legs, and whose lips you bit, because they were both your boys, and you were their girl… and they were each others.

Predictably, Will breaks the make out session to drop to his knees before you, hiking one leg over his vast shoulder to give him access, where he watches in awe at how wet you were. “You’re right, Pope,” Will spoke hungrily as he licked his lips. “She’s dripping”

Gripping Will's blonde hair, Santi leaned around you to watch Will get to work, Santi pulled Will’s head to your inner thighs. “Clean her up, then, Ironhead.”

You whimper, watching Will as Santi slowly pulled him up to your folds, cleaning you of your slick before Santiago shoved his head between your legs and Will was able to do what he did best; give you all the pleasure you could take from his mouth. As you begin panting, your right leg begins to weaken from holding all your body weight, and you tremble from the pressure building up in your lower stomach so Santi let go of his control on Will to help hold you up. Will was, as they say, tongue fucking you. Santi was amazing at eating you out, he could make you cum again and again and again, but Will? Will was a pussy eating champ.

“Fuck, FUCK fucking hell, Will” You pant heavily.

Santiago kissed your neck. “You like that, baby? You like when Will suffocats himself between your legs”

“Uh-uh-uhuh” You try to answer, and you know damn well Santi isn’t going to let that go, he really likes you too-

“Use your words, hermosa” Santi’s voice, low in your ear.

“Yes, god yes, fucking love your face in pussy Will.”

“What do you say to Will?” 

“T-thank you, Will”

You were getting close, Will devouring you ravenously and Santi’s hands holding you up and playing with your nipples. Then, you feel Will’s hand shift and Santi’s breath hitches, and from the repetitive movement you felt on your skin, you realize Will has begun jerking off Santi from between your legs.

Will comes out and looks at Santi “This okay?”

Santi nods frantically. “Y-es, yes, don’t stop.”

“What do you say?” Will teased his friend.

Santi was unable to correctly form words, the heat of the moment clouding his brain, but he had enough forethought to wrap his hand around you to play with your clit. “Mmmmhm” Was all he could reply.

You continue teasing him, mirroring his previous words back to him. “Use your words, Santiago?”

“Thank you, Will”

Smiling, Will went back to work on you and Sant, Santi sucking into your neck with a fever that you knew signaled he was close, just like you, so you reach back your hand and entangle it in Santiago’s dark curls tugging about, everything growing hot the pressure in your stomach rising, rising, rising-

Will pulls away from you, and wraps his hand tightly at the base of Santi’s cock, effectively stopping both of your orgasms.

“Fuck!” You whine, slumping against your husband.

“God dammit, Ironhead!” Santi shouted, but Will’s wet face only grinned. “That’s what you get for trying to run this show, Pope.”

You grumble. “What did I do?”

Will kisses your puffy pussy, smiling up at you. “I know, princess, you’re being so good. You’re just collateral.” He scoops you up over his shoulder as he stands, making you squeal, and pats your thigh. “Santi, lie down on the bed.” and started walking around the bed with you in tow

Santi considers the path this has taken, and where this might go. He liked what he had with Will, this little power play, and plotted his next move. Go with it, or see how he reacts if he doesn’t? But when Will looked behind him and saw Santi hadn’t obeyed, he raised and eyebrow at him, and Santi promptly scrambled onto the bed.

“Now, you’re gonna make her cum on your face, and then I’ll let you come.”

Santi laughed at that, like a fucking brat. “Oh yeah, how you gonna do that, you gay now too?”

“Relax, Santi” He began to set you on top of him. “This ain’t the first dick I’ve sucked.”

With your legs spread over Santi, you lowered yourself onto Santi’s waiting mouth as Will situated himself over Santi. You brace yourself on Santi’s firm chest as he quickly licks into you, rocking yourself over his face as you lock eyes with Will.

“He feel good, Princess?” Will rubbed Santi’s thighs.

“So good, Will”

He spit into his fist, jerking off Santi (which made Santi’s grip on your hips tighten).“Want to watch me suck off your husband?”

“Yes” you whine “Will, please, wanna see him in your mouth, bet you look so good like that.”

“Oh, I know I do” With that, Will expertly sunk his mouth over Santi’s length, Santi groaning loudly into your dripping cunt.

“Oh FUCK, fuck Will, he likes that, he likes that a lot”

You watch the scene before you, content to sit pretty on Santi’s face and watch Will pleasure him with the same enthusiasm he ate you out with; William Miller, it seems, loved to give pleasure. You knew Santiago was in fucking heaven, happy to lick and suck away, wanting to bring you your orgasm you were denied, and god, it was coming.

“Fuck, Fuck Santi, baby, I’m close, don’t stop, making me feel so- AH!” You shout as you finally cum, pleasure ripping through you in warm waved as you road it out on his face.

Will looked up, still stroking Santi “Good job princess, I told you good girls get to come, keep fucking his face, get it all out, oh look at you, looking for pretty after being denied… Santi, you can-”

But Santi wasn’t ready to give up all his power. One hand he pushed Will down to his balls, and the other pulled you to suck his cock, your pussy doing fuck all to muffle the loud groan from him, nor the cry from his mouth as he came into yours.

When he was finished, you giggle and collapse onto the mattress, propping your legs over Santi. “Boys, that was incredible.”

Santi rubbed your legs. “You good to keep going, baby?”

Will laid down beside you.

You smile, replying “Can we take a breath first?”

“Absolutly, sweetheart” Will brushed the sweaty hair out of your face. 

“You guys stay there” Santi got up and went to the living room.

Will teased. “Yes sir”

While Santi braided your hair out of your face, Santi you and Will checked in about what happened. Will and Santi confirming that yes, they were more than okay with being with each other sexually, and you confirming that you were okay sharing both, even though the original intention had been them focusing on you. After water and some fruit snacks, Santi got you situated in your next position; head hanging off the bed as Will fucked your throat and Santi fucked your pussy.

Will marveled at the way your throat opened to him, the way his cock bulged with every thrust. “Jesus christ, baby…”

Santi pounded into you, his thick cock stretching you open. “Isn’t she something? Told you she was a slut for cock”

Gently, Will caressed your cheek. “Maybe you’re right, she’s a good little slut” He pulls out for a moment. “Are you a good little slut, princess?”

Gasping for air, you reply as Will daps your face clean from drool with the towel. “Yes, I’m a good cock slut.”

“I know you are” Will plunges back into you, looking up at a grinning Santi

Santi continues fucking you, hands moving up and down the expanse of your body, smiling back at Will, this all just felt so damn right. You felt completely full, satiated, with Will and Santi’s hands on your body, toying with it, seeing what what the pretties moans, and what combinations made you body jolt, and before you knew it, while Santi played with your clit and Will played with both nipples, you came once again.

“Oh fuck, are you coming princess? Already?” Will watches your limbs shake, pulling out of you and pushing you back a bit on the bed to allow you your orgasm in comfort.

“Just like like that baby, juuuust like that, look at you, coming on my cock, Will’s right, you’re such a good girl, such a fucking g-good girl, FUCK!” Santi’s thrusts became erratic but hard, the slap of skin loud as he unloaded his cum into you. “You’re fucking perfect, hermosa, perfecta chica.”

Santi folded himself onto you, fingers trailing up your sides and over your spread out arms where his hands held yours. “What do you think, got one more in you? Gonna let Will finally feel what it’s like inside you? How tight you squeeze when you cum?”

“Please, please baby, want Will to cum inside me, I need it”

“You heard the lady” Will playfully pushed a smiling Santi aside and settled between your legs, eyeing your puffy pussy dripping with Santi’s cum. “Oh, sweet little thing…” He murmurs, mesmerized by the sight before him. “Can you even take it? Hm? I don’t know if you’re fucked out little hole can take another round…” He was mostly playing with you, but he also genuinely wanted to offer you a chance to back out if needed; he never wanted to hurt you. 

“Will please, please Will, I can’t take it, I need to know what you feel like…”

Santi was laid beside you on his stomach nuzzling contently into you sweaty skin and Will was absolutely peaking at his naked ass when Santi spoke up, voice soft. “She ever tell you she has sex dreams about you? Used to hear her moaning your name in her sleep…”

Will leaned over to smack Santi’s asscheek. “You gonna help me make her feel good, Pope?”

Cupping a breast with right hand and kissing the soft skin of your stomach, Santiago affirms. “I’ll always make her feel good.”

“I know you will, baby” The pet name Will spoke to Santi took all of them by surprise, but that was quickly erased by their grins as you moaned, Will stretching you open again. Will wasn’t as big as Santi, but he was impossibly thick.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight” He massages your thighs, relaxing you.

You feel you eyes roll back as he bottoms out and begins fucking you, a steady pace that makes your tits bounce until Santi’s hand and mouth take them sucking and playing with the peaks.

“You dreamed of me, princess?” Will sped up his movements.

“Y-yes, yes Will, wanted you for so long”

“In your dreams, did I fuck you like this?”

“This is better, so much better” You’re panting again, the combination of theirhands and cock making you unable to focus, fuck they felt good together. You wrap your arms around Santiago to stabilize you, and he kisses his way up your chest to your neck

“In your dreams, did I suck your husband's cock?”

Of all the times to cum, this was certainly something. With a death grip on Santi’s sweaty, firm shoulders you came with a start, your body jolting in the grasp of the two men, Santi whispering sweet praises in your ears and Will pinning your hips to the mattress in his large hands as he pulls out of you, marking both your stomach and Santi’s back in his cum. You are two busy riding out your orgasm to think much on it, Santi slipping his fingers inside you to replace Will’s dick to pump out the last bits of your pressure he can get and to scoop up and push his cum back inside you. 

After it all subsides, and you register Santi is still telling you how much he loves you, the heat of sex begins to cool down, leaving the damp sheen of sweat and you shiver slightly.

“Oh sweetheart, let me get you cleaned up, then we can rest, okay?” Santi kisses you, and you wonder how he doesn’t find you disgusting, sweaty and full of bodily fluids from yourself, him and another man. Was he really okay with sharing you like this? For the first time, little seeds of doubt spread in your head. Did he think less of you, now that multiple men had been inside you in a variety of ways? Did he mean it when he called you a slut?

You realize you can’t see Will. “Mhm. Where’s Will?”

“I’m right here, princess, got a bath going for you” Will walked in wearing his boxers again.

You smile as you focus on the tall blonde in front of you. Amazing, you think, they somehow know exactly what you need. 

Will used a baby wipe that Santi had in the box he had from the group sex and cleaned Santi’s back of his cum, gently kissing Santi’s neck, making the man smile, then picked you up bridal style to carry you into the steamy hot tub, Santi trailing after you, pulling up his sweats.

“I’ll give you guys a minute, make something to drink” Will leaves you two alone as husband and wife.

“How do you feel, princesa?” Santi spoke softly as he began cleaning you.

You smile dopily up at him. “I feel great, sweetheart. But I think Princess is Will’s name for me, now”

“You’re right, you’re right. Guess I’ll have to stick with carino” he kisses your temple. “Muneca” he kisses your neck. “El amor de mi vida” Your nose

You giggle at that. “Somehow, I think you’ll manage”

Taking out your hair tie of one of the two braids, Santi continues. “Are you sure everything is okay? You seemed a little distant after you came down from your last orgasm.”

You make eye contact with him, and know you could leave it, Santi wouldn’t push the subject for now, and you could avoid it, pushing your feelings down and deal with it later, or never… but you trusted Santi, and Santi trusted you to be honest, you couldn’t break his trust any more than he could break yours, the whole thing would fall apart. You could ask him if you could talk later, if you weren’t ready… but you decided to be honest. His face already betrayed that he knew your extended silence was hiding something.

You answer him honestly. “”You don’t actually think I’m a slut, do you?”

Horror spreads across Santi’s face, even as he tries to school his expressions to not create a big reaction. He knew it was important to make sure you felt safe speaking to him, especially because you tended to enjoy rougher sex, but he couldn’t help immediately feelings bad for letting you feel this way, even for a second. Santi wasn’t exactly a hugger; he was touchy, for sure, but not a big hug person. Right now, however, with his eyes wide in horror, he hugged you.

“Oh baby, my sweet girl, no, no absolutely not” 

You tear up a little bit, the high of emotions surrounding everything getting you to. “Really, because I’ve just fucked your friends multiple times”

“Well so did I!” Santi says, a slight joke in his tone but sincerity none the less.

You giggle in his arms at that. “Fair point”

Santi pulls back, smiling fondly at you, thumbing away the single tear. “Oh sweetheart, did you do anything today or in all this that you didn’t want to do? Or didn’t love, even? Anything with me sharing you, or me with Ben or Will?” he says with worry.

Shaking your head, you quickly reassure him. “No, Santi, I wanted it all”

His arms were still around you. “Do you want me to stop degrading you in bed? We can stop, around the guys, when it’s just us, all of it. I’ll never call you another name again.”

“No!” You say a little too fast, making Santi smile. “No, sweetie, I like that. It’s just, it’s just been a lot of emotions. A lot has been happening with everyone.”

“I know this has probably been a lot for you too, I know it has for me, discovering new parts of ourselves” He takes your face in his hands. “I know things are changing, right now, everyone's relationships and dynamics and… it’s a lot, but no matter what else happens, know that I am yours and you are mine, and nothing will change that.”

Full content and relaxed, you kiss his perfect nose. “Thank you, baby. I am yours and you are mine”

When Will came back with some iced tea lemonades, he sat on the opposite side of the bath and watched fondly as Santi took care of you.

You had asked Will to stay the night, and after the bath you found yourself cuddled up under the sheets between your boys.

“Are we going to talk about what happened?” You say, referencing not only Will and Santi’s sexual acts, but the clear dynamic change that had been occurring between the three of you.

Will answered. “That can wait until tomorrow”

“You sure we’ll actually talk about it?” Santi countered, a little nervous. “I don’t want us to end up like whatever the fuck is going on with Ben and Fish”

“They didn’t end up like anything” Will defended his brother and his friend. “They’ll figure it out, so will we”

“Yeah” you say, stifled by a yawn. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow” You wrap your arm around Santi, spooning your husband.

Santi curls into you. “Yeah, tomorrow”

“Tomorrow” Will confirms, wrapping his arm around you. “We’ll all figure it out.”

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From the smut prompts, my sweetheart, may I request #43 and our blankie boy, Will Miller? 💚

Distraction

Pairing: Will Miller x Female Reader

Rating: M (Mature), E (Explicit), NSFW, 18+ Only Please

Warnings: smut, Dom Will, daddy kink, spanking, protected sex, overstimulation, slight degradation (slut is used), Pandemic talk,

Word count: 9,173 (Yeah I know, it's Will's fault.)

Summary: He’s left you without his present since early that morning, sequestered away in his office, virtual meetings with the Directors of the VA along with talks to give. No pandemic would knock Will off his schedule. Nope only you could throw that monkey wrench into his plans.

Notes: Written for the beautiful @lucrezia-thoughts asking for prompt #43 “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.” With our original blankie boy Will Miller, I’m sorry for the long wait my dove but I do so hope you enjoy this little piece of fluff/filth.

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You and bored never a good combination especially when Will’s home but unavailable for cuddles during movies or those sweet kisses you love to get from him and miss when he’s hold up in his office. You’d gone to see if he’s hungry for lunch but with a shake of his sun kissed golden blond head you back out. Pressed against the door just to hear his voice rumble out from under the small gap between door and floor. With a sigh you head back to the living room and the marathon session watching season eleven of Supernatural.

The fidgeting started towards the end of the second episode in needing to at least see him. Call it needy but you didn’t care not when he’s kept himself away for the last three days. With not much contact except at night and even then weary and stress laden from lectures caused him to fall asleep pretty damn quick. He’d toss and turn later in the night till soothed back asleep by your gentle hands and whispered words. Greed now coats your emotions for his attention and touch as those thoughts swim through your mind.

Flicking off the tv you head for his office not bothering to knock just ease into the room quiet barefooted steps eating up the distance between door and desk. Late afternoon sunshine filtering in through the blinds casting Will in a warm golden glow that steals your breath making a small gasp exist parted lips. Alerting him to your presence eyes flick between screen and your comically wide stare. He would’ve quietly laughed at had the Zoom call used video only.

At this rate blond brow rose in question, eyes move back towards the screen, “Yes sir the Zoom meetings fair well so far. Things just need to get back to normal rather meet in person than have twenty little windows dotting my computer screens.” Deep male chuckle sounds from the small speakers set on opposite sides. Will spares another quick glance your way, resting his eyes on your sweet face for a moment longer than he should. Having missed your very presence and longing to hold you. But duty calls in the form of his meeting with the VA director and one last speech session to follow.

“I hear ya Miller wishing this shit would take a hike myself. Stuck at home while nice the first couple weeks. I’m climbing the walls now and need a way out,” exasperation clearly heard through the deep baritone of Director Singers voice.

In the back of Will’s mind he agrees with the older man maybe because time seems so little between the two of you right now. Even with him working from home he’s spending more time hold up in his office than in your arms. A fact he’s wanting to change, going so far as to ask for a week off not that he’s told you yet. Wanting to surprise you with his plans even spoke with your boss about giving time off.

“Bobby you done yet I need a hand with the kids, Dean’s got his head stuck in the banister,” barely contained panic colors her exasperated tone giving Will an apologetic grimace through the computer screen. Thankful Will’s on screen instead of another asshole who wouldn’t be so gracious.

Giving Will a pointed look through the screen, “See climbing and needing out,” gruff chuckle making its way through the speakers to your ears. “Talk again next week Miller till then I’m off to butter up my oldest and find out why he decided to stick his head where it doesn’t belong. Take it from me don’t have children.”

“Next week sir don’t let the kids run over you,” honey warm chuckle leaves Will’s lips you suspect the director rolled his eyes but returned the smile.

Having met the man a number of times when joining Will on his lecture tours. Gruff exterior but good hearted teddy bear of a man especially to his family.

With the call ended you come around his desk perching on the corner bare legs swinging his grey henley coming to your knees. “Forgot to tell him hello from me Ironhead,” playful tone to your voice as he turns to face you.

Legs going automatically into his lap, feet flat over his denim encased thighs gliding against the tight muscles that flex under your feet. Running the length a few times to pause up high toes wiggling against his crotch brushing slowly to tempt him.

“Honey,” brow lifts in question to your movements not the statement. Large warm hands grip each ankle to pause the progress knowing the ending destination would only distract him from the coming lecture. “Be good sweetheart,” voice dropping an octave a firm quality entering the cadence one that has you sitting up straighter.

Innocent eyes bat lashes his way, “I’m always a good girl for you daddy,” toes wiggle in reminder of there position. “Besides you’ve locked yourself away all day I need a little time with you. I’ve missed you even though your not but feet from me,” bottom lip poking out in a pout.

“I know you do honey and I’ve missed you to but I’ve got one more lecture to finish…” swallowing harshly, eyes narrowing when your legs part and he finds you bare under his shirt. “That’s cheating sweetheart,” stormy blues darken drawing out little flecks of grey capping the waves of blue that roll over your body. “Just let me finish this and I swear I’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

You could take his promises to the bank for cash and they wouldn’t bounce that’s not the problem. It’s the fact you haven’t seen much of your love in the last days. Between his career and yours time to yourselves seems too slipped by like sands through an hour glass and you don’t want that to happen not with Will. Your relationship means too much though you understand he’s busy didn’t mean you couldn’t tease him just a little. See how far you could push your daddy before he snaps and punishes you. Though you also knew he had a will like iron hints his call sign.

“Such big promises you make daddy,” with a slackened grip you pull your feet free to stand and straddle one thigh. Rubbing your slick folds along the hard muscular length deliberately pausing to let your essence soak into his jeans. While your fingers tease along his bearded jawline, short nails combing through the thick growth to scratch skin lightly. Knowing how much he can’t resist the feeling not missing the shiver it causes to cascade down his body.

Warm hands grip your hips nimble fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold you in place a subtle flexing of his thigh garnering a gasp from you. A pleased hum reverberates through his chest watching your reactions drinking in the stare of your heavy libbed eyes. He want’s to indulge to tease till your screaming his name. “My needy girl, soaking my jeans like a good little slut making such a mess outta my thigh.”

Head lolling in affirmation with the little bounce Will adds brushing his flexing thigh against your clit just right to send pleasurable tingles racing through you veins. Mind centered on every movement no matter how minuscule the greedy part of you absorbing the feelings. Drawn in by the pleasurable brush of rough jeans covered thigh swaying under you in feather light blushes against your folds. Will’s strong hands hold you just millimeters above his thigh that bounces. Teasing you to no end watching every expression flitter across your beautiful face. The way it scrunches up in frustration knowing the need you have for the release he’s denying.

“Please daddy,” whimpered words slipping passed slight parted lips. Fluttering eyelids open pinning Will with a desperate need. “Just a little more,” wiggling in his tight grip unsuccessfully trying to press down flush against his thigh.

Craving an orgasm that’s not brought forth by your own hand or toy that pales in comparison to having Will buried deep inside you. Having his fingers or cock, play your body like the master virtuoso dragging ever manner of sounds and orgasms from your body, till spent and cock drunk.

His words taken away by a shrill noise breaking the sexual tension filled silence. Replaced by a disappointing statement from a desire roughened deep voice. “I’m sorry honey duty calls but I promise an hour tops then I’m all yours.”

Pout returning but you understood no matter how disappointed the thought of having to leave him made you. “I’m going to hold you to that daddy,” standing on shaky legs from the denied pleasure. You lean over to give him a quick kiss, lingering for a moment teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue. Tracing the seam wanting to deepen the kiss but another beep makes you groan and pull away.

“Be good sweetheart,” stern note to his tone that shoots straight to your core making you throb and whimper. He gives you a pointed look before addressing the soldiers joining the Zoom meeting.

You turn with a huff going all of twenty feet towards the soft butter grey leather couch sitting opposite his deck to plop down. Arms crossed staring holes into the screens hiding Will from your view. His voice washing over you like the warmth of a soft blanket on a cold winters night, reciting the speech he's given many times. One that’s imprinted in your memory from all the trips taken when work permitted.

Knowing the exact time he’s winding down you slip quietly from the couch. Crawling on hands and knees towards his desk. Mindful of wires, the desk legs and his, you each Will right when he’s explaining about the cursed ex bitch. Though you’ve come to see her as a blessing rather than a curse because you wouldn’t have Will had she stuck around. For a moment you sit back on your heels peeking between his screens to catch little glimpses of the man you love. Passionately speaking about what he loves and how the discharging service men and women should think about where they’re going to land once civilian’s. Hung up on the slow deep timber of his voice watching his lips, slightly chapped but feather soft, form the words. Transfixed by the movement to hear a single word. Knowing exactly what those lips can draw out of you from low moans of pleasure to keening mewls of frustration, screams of completion and truly everything in between.

The light cough of a woman breaks you from musing on a single part when you know there’s so much more to William Miller than just his lips. For instance the denim encased legs shuffling under the desk right in front of you. A wicked idea pops into your mind one you know will get you into so much trouble. But worth the punishment and pleasurable pain he’ll deal out. You’ve always warned Will that you and bored never mix well.

With that thought in mind, one hand reaches out fingertips tracing the seam of his well worn jeans. Drawing a slight jump from his body at the tender touch which makes you giggle and peek up at him from under the desk. Grey flecked blues lock for a moment giving a warning then away to finish what he’s saying. You on the other hand ignore the admonishment in favor of a little fun by tip toeing your fingers along the inside seam of his right thigh.

Trailing up to slide back down repeating the action several times getting higher each consecutive trip upwards. The little hitch in his voice the only outward sign that your teasing has an effect. Till one hand slips under the desk single finger raised in warning. But in actuality its the number of swats your ass will feel if you keep up this course of action. The system set up between the two of you three months into the relationship as a warning while out in public. The reminder brings soft giggles to leave your lips at the appearance of his lone finger. You reach out to grasp his wrist while leaning forward pushing your breasts against his knee. Letting him know you really don’t have anything on under your shirt. To wrap your lips around just the tip of his finger sucking hard. Lips sealing around the callused digit you slip deeper into your mouth tongue running around the length. Ears picking up the clearing of his voice and shifting of his hips, the noticeable tent growing in his jeans. The other hand appearing with two fingers up this time.

You hazard a glance upward to see him staring straight ahead though there’s a light flush to his neck, subtle tick in his jaw and that hitch to his breathing getting worse. Making you smirk sliding your free hand higher to pause right before the growing bulge in his jeans. Teasing with feather light caresses against the thickening ridge while his finger stays trapped and laved by your tongue in the warm confines of your mouth. Only pulling off to give a nip to the tip watching as three fingers now appear. The very thought has your thighs rubbing together in order to find some kind of fiction for you throbbing clit.

Your own fingers take a detour from the inside of his thigh up the bronzed zipper covering the very piece of him you want to taste. Grasping the little pull tab right as he yanks his wrist free to slap over your hand trapping you in place and earning a fourth finger. Eyes trace up his rapidly rising and falling chest you want to cuddle against. Lingering on the slow bob of his Adams apple you couldn’t wait to wrap your lips around. Pausing on his mouth still speaking though appearing to quickly get the words out now which makes you giggle and rise up.

Removing your hand from under his to place one on each knee to spread his legs and fit your body between. Head ducking to not hit or make noise and lay cheek down on his thigh staring up into grey capped stormy blue waves that glance down ensnaring you in the intensity. Only to blink and he’s focused back on the computer screen in front. Making you pout for a moment but thought better of the annoyance knowing the importance of Will’s job. No matter how much you tease him there’s a line you wouldn’t cross not while busy anyway.

With that thought in mind you keep still sort of. Playfully tracing patterns over his inner thigh, ghosting across the hardened ridge just inches from your face. Feeling all five fingers rest at the back of your head tapping against your skull gently having earned your fifth swat of the night. You’d go for broke but the final words of his speech pass between slightly clinched teeth before you can do more than palm his cock. Subtle twitch against your fingers brings a smirk to your lips that you lean forward and nuzzle into the denim covered warmth.

Quick glance upward to see he’s still focused on the computer screen your right hand moves carefully from his knee to the button of his jeans. Nimble fingers sliding the little metal disk free, fingers tightening around the back of your head. His eyes drop with a raised golden brow to lock with yours.

“You’re at five honey you really gonna make it six?” Tension fills his deep sexy timber sending a shiver down your spine.

With a shrug and playfully innocent eyes you grasp the zipper tab, slowly inching the little metal teeth open each catching with its descend. Till tucking home at the bottom your palm flat and sliding between the parted fabric to cup his hot shaft. Gliding along the cotton of his boxer briefs to where you think the crown rests. Fingers teasingly swiping the damp patch, watching with desire blown eyes the movement of his Adams apple and the darkening of his eyes.

Another twitch makes you giggle, “Seems I have an interested party in my hands daddy. May I have a taste?” Salivating at the thought of having his thick cock resting on your tongue. Sliding down your throat and making you gag just perfectly for his ears.

However, the look in his stormy blue eyes speak of something much different. Of punishment and his own brand of teasing that’ll have you a whimpering whining mess in no time. With those thoughts swirling around his mind, Will pushes back from his desk. Your hand slipping from his jeans and body slumping forward with the loss of contact. A smack to his own thigh gets your attention to raise your eyes. Watching on bated breath for the pats that come next accompanying by the come hither motion of two fingers at your eye level.

“Good girls get to taste sweetheart,” grasping the hand you give him to help you up. Those same fingers tease along your outer thighs pushing the cotton fabric of you shirt up. “Bad girls get punished,” subtle tip of his head to the side gaze tracing a blazing path up your body. Pausing to see how the shirt fabric tents over your pebbled taut nipples. “Shame to I had plans for you honey one that included feasting on these beautiful breasts.” Nimble fingers tip toe up your tummy, wrap around the protruding nipples and pinching hard to make you gasp.

Low whimper exists your parted lips as your thighs rub together. Feeling slick slipping down your skin more added with the harsh tugs that followed. “But daddy I’m your good girl didn’t interfere till I couldn’t take it anymore and needed near you.”

“And you think that excuses the distraction you caused towards the end of my speech?” Shaking your head no, chin lowering to your chest with a trembling bottom lip. Preferring the punishment to scolding any day, but the decision rests with Will on how best to admonish you.

With no answer Will brings his left hand up to pinch your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Dragging said callused thumb over your bottom lip to pull it free, stern cadence swimming through a low pitch. “Answer me honey? Do you think that excuses you from your punishment?”

“No daddy it doesn’t,” trying to lower your chin, his fingers holding tight. So your eyes drop instead.

Softening just a pinch though he gives nothing away not yet, “Shirt off, over my lap you will count all ten,” wide eyes fly up to Will’s thinking you’ve miss understood. “You heard right honey ten and you will count all out loud. The number and thank you daddy will pass those pretty lips of yours nothing more or I’ll add two for every sound. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy,” heart thumping behind its cage of bone and flesh, keeping your gaze locked with Will’s as your body vibrates in anticipation tinged with a need to feel the stinging smack of his large palm on your ass.

Gentle fingers brush over your cheek drawing you from the thoughts filtering through your mind. “Good girl,” standing Will takes your hand leading you towards the grey leather couch. Taking the seat you previously occupied and patting his thigh, “Over my lap sweetheart that pretty ass of yours up in the air.”

Tugging the bottom of your shirt in reminder to take it off. Quick to comply tossing the shirt behind you and with his help carefully laying across his thighs. Head coming to rest on the couch’s arm, ass up feeling cool air whisper across your dripping folds making a shiver chase down your spine. Rough fingertips follow the same path down the center of your body between your ass cheeks and through your soaked folds.

“I think you like the idea of this punishment a little too much sweetheart,” warmth of his hand moves and you have to bite off the whimper that wants to leave your mouth.

Waiting for that first smack that doesn’t come and your impatience surfaces with your body wiggling under the bulge nestled against your tummy. Fixing to ask when it lands hard on your left cheek palm soothing over the stinging flesh. “One thank you daddy,” leaves your throat on a barely held back scream of surprise.

Nine more follow each with varying degrees of intensity landing five to each cheek till your ass burns, aches and tingles. Tears slipping down your face, throat parched from crying out your punishment numbers. Though you reason most of the moisture in your body leaks from your quivering cunt making a mess over Will’s thigh and the couch.

“Did so good for me honey,” helping you to carefully get up then straddle his thighs to keep your stringing ass from touching the rough denim of his jeans. Will reaches over towards the end table drawer to pull a small bottle of lotion out.

A generous amount into the palm of his hand he rubs together before soothing the cool lotion over your ass garnering a low whimper from your parched throat. “Thank you Daddy.”

Darkened stormy blues search your features, “Color sweetheart?” Worry lacing his cadence. Slipping from his dominate roll for a moment with another whimper that leaves your lips. A moment of worry dances across his thoughts. Fearing too heavy handed in his punishment had hurt you.

“Green daddy,” trying to keep still and not irritate the sting. His tender touch makes you whimper and press carefully into his warm lotion coated palms while nuzzle into his neck. “I’m okay daddy,” voice raspy and dry. “Thank you I’ll try not to distract you like that again,” snuggling into his arms wincing when your stinging ass brushes over his denim covered thighs. Reminding you to think twice before distracting Will again.

In return Will presses lips into your temple still gently dragging his hands over the globes of your ass. Fingers brushing across your soaked folds, one slipping between and pressing your clit with sharp little circles. Garnering a mewling whine from the back of your parched throat.

“My girl ready for those three orgasms I promised?” Smirk tugging at his lips that drag down to brush over the shell of your ear. “Answer me honey,” firm tone returning with two fingers slipping into your quivering cunt. Earning you a deep groan, at finding you soaked, from the man playing your body like a well tuned instrument. Stroking each key, making you sing so prettily for him.

Playing each spot with long tapered fingers that know exactly how to move and crook forwards just right to pull a panting groan from your chest. Stroking the little spongy spot which never fails to make you go crossed eyed and grasp his broad shoulders tightly.

“Yes, daddy,” existing on a whine of need when his fingers withdraw only to slip over your clit bullying the little pulsing pearl before giving a hard pinch. Body jolting at the sudden pleasurable pain makes you rock over the prominent ridge of his cock desperate need to have him deep inside you. “Please daddy.”

Those wrecked cries, how sweetly you beg sends pleasurable shockwaves to crash along his veins, tugging at his resolve to give in and easily slide inside you. “I’ve barely touched you sweetheart,” words cooed into your ear through gritted teeth that snag your flesh between the pearly whites sucking a small mark just behind your ear. “And your already begging for me to fill you.”

While speaking Will flicks your clit twice more with your slick coating his finger, circles the thumping nerve bundle and slides back inside joined by two of his buddies. Palm keeping the right pressure on your clit, rubbing circles while thrusting those three digits inside your velvet walls. Feeling them get sucked and squeezed deeper inside your channel. A grunt pushing passed his lips at feeling your slick drip down against his cotton boxer briefs. Soaking the material and adding fire to the flames of desire licking up his spine. Accompanying the need to bury himself balls deep inside and making you drunk on his cock.

However, Will’s a man of his word and three orgasms he’ll pull from your willing body before giving into his pleasure. The first nearing completion with each thrust of nimble digits, palm pressed firmly to encircle your little pleasure button. Hips rolling against his fingers adding to the building pressure. Nails digging into the soft cotton of his dark blue button down wishing for skin beneath your fingers instead. Moans escaping your bitten lips that Will captures messily in a desperate kiss his tongue licking inside you mouth on the first pass. Drawing out the whimpering mewls of pleasure that he never can get enough of.

“That’s it little one fuck Daddy’s fingers I know you want to cum,” low growl vibrates through his chest as your walls squeeze his fingers tightly. “Can feel my pretty pussy quivering around my fingers,” breathless words pass between the small space left open by your lips both panting for air.

Another moan answers his words accompanied by a shutter skittering down you spine. Pleasure collecting low in your tummy, warmth spreading out from the moment he touched you has grown into a wild fire. The sensations only doubling with the effect of his deep timbered voice whispering the filthiest things into your ear.

“Daddy,” high whine leaves parted lips when his own latch onto that little spot on your neck that never fails to make you plaint in his arms. Especially with the added stimulation of his teeth gently raking over the left behind bruise.

Trailing his hot mouth over the soft skin of your collarbone occasionally biting to sooth with licks and kisses. Tasting the slightly saltiness of you body with each pass of his lips. Nudging your backwards in his hold — arm now wrapped loosely around your waist — to slouch just a touch and bring you forward against. Pink and wet, his tongue slips out from between those kiss swollen lips to tease the pebbled nipple. “Yes, honey?” Stormy blue ringed black orbs snag your pleasure filled eyes reading the want written in their depths causing a proud smirk to tug at his very kissably plush lips. Feeling how close to tipping over the edge Will slows his fingers making another impatience whine leave your lips. “Sweetheart I need an answer or I stop and leave you dangling on the edge of your orgasm.”

“You wouldn’t?” However, one look in those stormy desire filled eyes speaks of a different answer. One that makes you swallow harshly and try to form the words held captive by the pleasure now ebbing away with the slowing of Will’s fingers. Palm still pressing but it to stops just resting slick covered against your throbbing clit. Making you wiggle in his arms to find that fiction till a sharp sting to your ass reminds you who’s in charge. “Please I wanna cum, wanna feel your fingers inside me daddy please, please let me cum.”

“You beg so prettily for me honey,” teasing his fingers with a few wiggles before pulling them out making you whimper at the lost. Only to pull a gasp out when he thrusts them back through your quivering soaked walls. Setting a hard quick pace, “This what you want my perfect little slut?” Nodding in answer to his question, “Fuck yourself on my fingers sweetheart and cum for me.”

Wet squelching sounds mingle with your moans and gasps in the otherwise quiet room. Long tapered fingers reaching that spongy little spot making your eyes roll back breath coming out quicker. Hands grasping for purchase on his shirt covered shoulders while trying to gain the right leverage and angle. Rolling your hips against his hand desperation coating your veins and movements. Smashing your mouth against his the kiss once more sloppy and frenzied tangle of tongues sliding against each other.

Adding fuel to the growing fire within your tummy that’s starting to spread out with each quick thrust of those nimble fingers. Palm tightly pressed against your clit back and forth motion causing stars to explode behind tightly closed lids. Wrenched your mouth from Will’s moaning, “Daddy please,” thighs shake around his knees trying to keep yourself up and moving against his hand.

While you try to hold back just a moment longer enjoying the sensations running through your veins. But the building pressure becomes too much as your orgasm washes over you soaking his fingers and palm. Wringing a shuttering gasp from your lips as you fall against his chest whimpering when his fingers pull out carefully hating the emptiness left behind. Panting for breath and thanking him softly with little kisses. That make him smile at the tenderness you’re showing while he savors your honey from his fingers. Cleaning each finger slowly while his free hand rubs little circles around your back and cooing sweet words into your ear.

“Think you can move sweetheart?” Carefully cupping your ass, mindful of the fact it’s still warm and most likely stinging to the touch.

Making another whimper slip out but you nod, nuzzling your mouth into his neck, and gently bitting down on the thick corded column of his throat. Causing a shutter to run down Will’s back his hands tighten around your ass to press your still dripping core against his painfully hardened cock.

“Want you inside me daddy please,” pressing down and rocking twice against his pelvis drawing a low growl to vibrate out of his chest and a smile to bloom over your lips.

Pinching your chin between index and thumb to bring your lips up for a soft kiss, tangling his tongue delicately with yours. Fingers slipping up to cup your cheek and hold you in place while he tenderly slips his tongue against yours, sliding together and licking into the warm cavern of your mouth. Making you dizzy and drunk on his kiss and desperate for more when he breaks away to brush little kisses against your lips. “Patiences honey you’ll get what you want soon,” grinning when you chase his mouth for more kisses.

Standing Will holds you against him taking the two steps towards his desk chair to place you carefully down. Getting a confused look to furrow your brow, “Daddy?” Body vibrating from your first orgasm breath coming out quickly still as you rake your eyes over Will’s still clothed body. While your completely naked in his desk chair parched for a much different reason and it’s not just for water.

Boyish smile slides over his lips that he licks oh so slowly while his eyes slide over your body. Taking in each inch of your perfect form that never fails to arouse and tempt. Even the parts you detest he’ll worship and remind you how beautiful he sees you.

On that thought Will reaches behind him for the half full bottle of water to hand you, “Drink princess.” Wanting to always take care of you even during and after punishments.

Accepting, you drink greedily missing when Will drops to his knees. Waiting till your finished to carefully tug and spread your legs, fitting his broad body between your knees. Will takes the empty bottle to toss over his shoulder before surging forward and capturing your mouth with open kisses, tongue leading the furious assault to slide against yours. Punching out an unexpected moan from deep within your chest, heart fluttering at the passionate kiss. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck to try and pull him up against you. Needing to feel his warmth and breath in the scent of his sweaty musk.

But he breaks the kiss trailing bruised and slick lips along your jaw making you shiver, by passing the spot he knows will make you fall apart, to linger over your collarbone. Pausing to worship your breasts, one large hand cupping the globe in his warm palm and giving a squeeze. Thumb and forefinger pinching the pebbled nipple before tugging, getting a gasp of pleasure from your lips. While his mouth latches onto the twin, tongue flicking quickly before sucking harshly and teeth scrapping to nip just the tip.

Smug smirk slides over his lips at the gasps and moans leaving your mouth, the way your moving in his chair, squirming under his mouth and touch. Thighs rubbing and squeezing against his sides, legs wrapping around Will’s torso to pull him closer, trying to rut yourself against him. Wanting to find any kind of friction for your throbbing clit as Will’s mouth works over your breasts. Leaving wet trails between taut shining nipples to move just a friction back to place those same wet kisses along your tummy.

Driving a path over your body Will knows how to navigate in order to drag those whimpering whines from the back of your throat. To turn you to jelly in his arms and he’s barely even touched you. Feeling slick coat your folds, leaking out to drip down into the chair beneath your cunt that pulses with a desperate need to have his mouth on your clit. “Daddy please,” not above begging, fingers sliding through damp darken locks. Giving a tug to guide but Will resists and continues his own path.

Beard brushing your inner thigh, lips painting a teasing path till reaching the crease between dripping cunt and quivering thigh. Darken stormy blues catch your desire blown eyes right as that warm wet tongue peeks out to lick thickly from entrance to clit. Humming at the very taste of your honeyed cunt, “So sweet for me honey.” Emphasizing the last word by running the tip of his tongue around your clit.

Producing the reaction he’s looking for as your hips thrust forward pushing against his mouth begging for more. That he acquiesces to, willingly pressing his face into your sopping cunt and delving his thick tongue inside your velvet walls. Arms wrap around your thighs to hold you open as fingers dig into your flesh bruising surely left behind for later soothing kisses. Catching sounds, your panting breath, mixed with whimpers and moans spur him to farther tease with little bites to your inner thighs. Low rumbles growls at your taste vibrate through his chest and into your hypersensitive body. Prickling the skin with goosebumps and shivers of pleasure causing your velvet walls to squeeze around nothing.

Molten and hot you body throbs now with a need while blood rushes through your ears the only sounds to hear while Will feasts on your pussy. Shaking fingers card, tug, through his sweaty hair trying to ground yourself as pleasure zings through yours veins. Another gasp leaves your lips, “Right there Daddy, so fucking good,” babbles from your lips.

Head rolling against the black leather of his office chair, eyes doing the same except to the back of your head. Not knowing how much more you can take with the heat growing in your belly ready to consume you. His wet tongue firming, thrusting through your trembling walls licking up every drop you give. Nose pressing into your clit just right to send stars exploding behind closed lids. Gasping for breath fingers tightening in his hair pushing closer and riding his face. The exquisite burn of his beard on your thighs adding to heighten you pleasure. Sending you over the edge into a trembling orgasm his name whimpering from your lips. Body limp, lungs gasping for air as you try to push him away. His mouth overstimulating with every lick he uses to clean you up and savory the sweetness of your body. Making you jerk away and a whimper falling from your mouth.

Grinning Will places a few kisses before pulling away, sitting back on his knees to watch you regain yourself as he massages your thighs. Chuckling when your pleasure glazed eyes open to pierce him in place, “That’s only two sweetheart I did promise you three after all.” Licking his lips, beard still partially covered in your slick, looking like the cat that got his cream with the smug smirk on his lips.

“Looking a bit smug there daddy,” sitting forward with trembling arms to grip the opening of his shirt and pull him against you for a taste of yourself and his lips. Fingers carding through his thick sweat slicked blond locks, short nails scratching against his scalp dragging a groan from his chest.

Molding your lips together slowly wanting to savor the taste as your tongue slips inside his mouth and tangles with his. Air becoming needed you break to rest foreheads together as your hands come from his hair and down over shoulders to the buttons of his shirt. Slipping from the chair to kneel in front of him dipping your head and starting a trail of kisses with each inch of sun kissed tanned skin bared to your hungry eyes. “Over dressed don’t you think daddy?”

“Seems your doing something about that honey,” a hitch in his deep timbered voice happens every time your lips brush a different spot over his pectoral muscles. Teeth dragging down the tanned column of his throat bared for your enjoyment when he leans back on his hands.

That position hinders the removal of his shirt and has a huff of annoyance leaving your lips, drawing an amused chuckle from Will as he sits up to pull the shirt off. Tossing it to the side Will moves to sit on his jeans covered ass and slide backwards till hitting the couch. Crooking a finger for you to follow and climb into his lap, straddling those thick glorious thighs.

Trying not to jostle you too much Will reaches over to pull open the top draw of the end table open searching for a box. Triumphant grin slides over his lips when coming back with a condom trapped between his fingers making you giggle. “You’re making it very hard to stay patience daddy,” reminding him of the early comment. Wiggling in his lap to draw another groan from deep within his chest when your soaked cunt brushes over his painfully hard cock. Knowing your teasing could get you in trouble.

“Careful honey or you’ll get punishment instead of pleasure,” confirmation of your thoughts with his words. Barely any of the stormy blue you love peeks from around the black pupils blown wide with desire that watch you with an intensity causing shutter to race through your body.

Impishly grabbing the condom between your teeth and removing yourself from his lap to between his now parted legs. You tap his thigh signally to raise his hips so you can tug his boxers and jeans down all at once. Pulling them off to toss behind you, looking up at him through your lashes, warm palms surfacing over the hair roughen skin of the inside of his calves and thighs. Crawling slowly closer but still far enough away from the spot you desire the most and one look in his eyes you know he wants as well.

With those thoughts in mind your hands press into his knees spreading them wide and slotting yourself to lay between on your tummy. Legs playfully bent and swinging behind you the picture of innocence with a side of naughty showing through. With every brush of your hands, short nails raking gently to leave little red trails behind making Will hiss at the pleasurable sting.

“Playing with fire sweetheart,” narrowed eyes lock with your sweet face giving him an innocent look that’s anything but and if you keep teasing the pleasing half of this evening will become one sided.

This you know but can’t help the want to infuse a little brattiness into the night. But change tactics by taking the condom from your lips to ask, “May I have a taste Daddy?” Pleading cadence accompanied by the same soft touches of fingertips tracing little patterns over the underside of his shaft. Bitting the inside of your cheek feeling him twitch at the touch as your mouth floods in desperation for one small taste.

“That what you want honey?” Deep timber to his voice sends tingles through your core making you throb and clinch around nothing. “I seem to recall you asking to have me inside you sweetheart.”

“Can I have both please Daddy?” Sliding forward, breasts framing the inside of his thighs and his heavy sac. The sight making his fists ball tight while you keep eyes locked, pink wet tongue peeking out flat and running from base to tip. Placing a little kiss to the slit and savoring the flavor of his precum with a delighted little hum.

Never able to say no even when needed, “Till I tell you to stop.” Grabbing your chin before you open your mouth to speak, “Disobey and you’ll go to bed with an ever sorer ass than you have now. Understand princess?”

“Yes, Daddy,” wetting your bottom lip only to have Will rub his thumb over the slick skin. Tongue coming out to graze the tip when it passes by getting a groan from the man above as you move just a hairs breath forward now back on your knees. Snagging the rough callused digit with your teeth to nibble and lave with your tongue. Receiving an appreciative groan in return that makes you smile.

While sucking his thumb with the same enthusiasm you will on his cock you keep eyes locked and sneaking a hand around his shaft. Fingers barely fitting the girth but that didn’t stop you from stroking. Thumb pressed against the throbbing vein which never fails to make Will’s hips jump and thrust into your tight fist.

“Fuck sweetheart,” chin dropping against his chest, same low rumble leaving parted lips. The raw hunger in his eyes scorching you as those blue ringed black waves roll over your face and body. Wet thumb pops from your mouth to drag a string of saliva across your lips. Tracing a slick path down to your breasts wetly circling a peeked nipple before giving a hard pinch. Making your body jolt in pleasurable pain, another fresh wave of arousal coats your thighs and your cunt quivers around nothing.

Eyes stay locked as your tongue comes out to give another lick to the fat crown a pleased hum vibrates from your throat making Will hiss. Wrapping his free hand around the back of your neck to give a warning squeeze. Never fails to make you whimper the light pressure causing shivers of pleasure to skate across your body. Bringing a pleased hum to vibrate from Will’s chest knowing exactly what he’s doing with just the simplest of touches.

Payback comes in the form of you giving another swipe of your tongue around the crown before your lips enclose and suck harshly. Making his hips thrust forward and curses to fly from his lips. Your hands grip and press into muscular thighs nails digging crescent shaped indentions into the hair roughened skin. Jaw going slack, heavy shaft resting on your tongue relaxing jaw to slide him down into the warm wet cavern of your mouth. Humming at the delicious taste of him invading your mouth. Sending the vibrations along his shaft adding more stimulation causing his cock to twitch, savoring and delighting at pleasuring him for a change.

Tongue swirling a dance you’ve learned Will enjoys by the way he grips the back of your head. Fingers pressing for grounding not guiding though he wants to. Needs you to take him all the way down but holds back letting you savor the taste and heft of him in your mouth. Slightly salty with hints of citrus and a bitter from all the fruit he eats. A flavor you’ve come to relish and want filling your tastebuds daily. Accompanying the sounds that never fail to fall from his lips, panted out with every breath, dragging moans and growls that make you proud.

Like how your name drips from his lips along with a growl while your tongue traces the thumping vein. Light strokes as a brush to canvas painting a masterpiece with your mouth that only you can create. Hollowed cheeks drag him deep, swallowing around the crown with a bump at the back of your throat. Barely registering the sharp gasps, the panting from his bitten lips, sweat forms and drips along his defined chest muscles. Unable to take his eyes off you. Enjoying the way your mouth devours his cock, wet sucking sounds accompany the hum’s and moans vibrating along his shaft. The sight of you innocent and sweet filthily taking his cock down and enjoying it so with every bob and lick. Driving him closer to the brink quicker than a blink, quicker than he really wants. Rather having you surrounding him, wet and warm velvet cunt quivering for his cock and punching out the gasps and moans that make you drunk.

Three taps disturbs your fun the designated signal making you whine in disappointment. Teasingly slow you pull off, lips puffy, slightly red and slicked up, smile spreading them wide. Licking them leisurely making a show of how much you enjoyed yourself. Giving another lick like a popsicle to his dick, swirling the tip of your tongue around the crown to savory the flavor of his essence.

“Sweetheart,” drawing the two syllable word out edged with a warning, eyes filled with heat scorching you with their dark intensity.

Hearing the cautioning tone drags a whimper from your chest. Caught between wanting another taste and to have him cum down your throat or him buried deep inside you. The choice a hard one but you grab up the forgotten condom instead. Slowly slipping down over his cock that twitches in your palm dragging a rumbling groan from deep within his chest. Single kiss placed to the tip teasingly which makes him growl and reach for your biceps. Large warm hands wrap and tug you forward making you squeak in surprise and straddling his thighs. A low hiss extracted from parted lips at the contact of your wet folds even through the latex condom.

“Drenched for me already my sweetheart and all from sucking my cock,” hands slipping down to take yours bringing them to his lips and kiss each knuckle. The gesture heart warming and sweet a contradiction to the way he’s looking at you.

Making you shiver in anticipation from the dark promise swimming in those passion blacken stormy blues. “Always daddy, you know how much I enjoy giving you pleasure,” whimpering and rutting against his ridged shaft. Only the warning glance keeps you in place instead of impaled as you wish for with every passing second.

“Better hold on then honey we’re headed for a rough ride,” smirk tugs at his bearded cheek. Placing your hands on his shoulders to skim his along the softness of your arms and biceps. Fingers curling around shoulders for a moment before sliding palms flat down your back feeling the goosebumps under his touch making the smirk grow. Aware he’s the only one able to draw out these kind of reactions, to get to see you like this. The knowledge makes his love for you deepen and for a moment Will pauses to drink you in. Relishing in the fact your his forevermore, till you wiggle, breaking him from the trance and pop your ass just hard enough to sting.

Pulling another mewling whine from your lips, “Please daddy.” Knowing he’s teasing you in his own form of pleasurable torture. The light caresses of those callused fingers drag little jolts from you body that make you wiggle against Will. “I’m your good girl right?”

Pausing a second Will’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing soft skin, hearing the underlying vulnerability. “Always honey you’re always daddy’s good girl even when your not.” Witnessing the subtle change back into the wanton woman begging for his cock and orgasms. Making a pleased hum vibrate accompanied by a smile that’s reserved for times such as these.

A renewed need consumes Will and the hand at your waist stays fingers digging into your flesh while the other slides back down between you and wraps around his shaft. Drawing the tip through your folds teasingly slow enjoying the shutter he invokes, the way your eyes roll back and gasp his name. Short nails digging crescent shapes into tan shoulders garnering a hiss from the man currently driving you to madness.

Circling your clit you go to speak, to plead or maybe demand but those words get taken away with his cock notched at your entrance. Iron grip pushing down your body to finally seat himself deep and quick. Your body adjusting to the slight burn at the stretch he’s causes within. To fit so perfectly tight like a glove making your eyes cross and push out a low moan. Will crushes you against his chest, smashing your mouths together, the kiss bruising and hard, tongues sliding together. Tasting and tangling, a melding of lips as with bodies. Yanking out low grunts from him who’s arms — wrapped tight around your waist now — using that as leverage to guide you. Knees digging into carpet surly to leave burns that you can’t bother to care about right now.

Not when he’s balls deep and twitching inside you while your walls squeeze and quiver around him. The kiss breaks too gasp for breath and drag air into your starving lungs. Foreheads rest together in that moment of oneness your eyes catch and you start to move. Slow at first, his palms flat on your back grounding in their warmth. Till the pace picks up and your bouncing in his lap. Rocking you hips just perfectly to brush your clit along his groin sending waves of tingles to skitter across your body. Pushing out gasps and whines, mixed with unintelligible words along with his name.

Feeling warmth glide up your cool back, long nimble fingers wrap around the back of your neck and guide your mouth back to his. Frenzied and shallow as each thrust jostles your lips apart both of you pant in that millimeter’s worth of space between. As Will feels you weaken in his arms knowing the two previous orgasms have left you depleted.

He takes over holding you against his chest while moving you onto your back never once slipping out. To hover on his forearms, your legs wrap tightly around his waist and pull him down against you and deeper. “Fuck me daddy please,” begging your tone pleading and needy. Using the leverage you have now to thrust upward and rub yourself along his body.

His response doesn’t come in words but actions as he grasps under your thighs pushing them up to your chest, over his broad shoulders and start a hard punishing pace. Slick skin smacking, low grunts echoing with the added whimpers. You’re trying to hold on with hands wrapped around his neck, fingers carded through sweat soaked hair. His hard thrusts pushing all manner of noises from your harshly panting lips as he hits the perfect spot that makes your eyes cross.

“Feel so good around me princess, tight and wet, squeezing my cock,” praise dripping from his sinful lips while thrusting harder. The words having a desired effect of making your cunt quiver and grip his dick tighter.

Adding the right amount of pressure to have a gasp of pleasure exist his lips. Eyes to roll back while gritting his teeth to starve off the building orgasm that tingles in his balls pulling them taut to his body. You can do little more than wrap one hand around the back of his neck splaying fingers from hairs end to base of his skull. While your other hand raking your short nails down his back leaving a small trail of red painting his tanned back and making him jerk in your arms.

A quiet moan — never a loud vocal one — slips free followed by a punched out gasp when he slides perfectly against your little sponge spot that makes you jolt and grip his tattooed left forearm tightly. “Close daddy,” simple words whispered out as your eyes lock and you nod.

Feeling nimble fingers — when had his other hand moved? — circle and press your clit cause your cunt to spasm and flutter around him. Those growing tingles skitter over your body consuming and accompanied by the heat from your belly. Twice more just circling your clit adding a little pinch to send you tumbling into a body shattering orgasm. Mouth dropping wide in a silent scream as you grip and drenching his cock. Ensuring his movements become sloppy with the tight squeeze. Will tries to drag out the passion to work you through the pleasure. But the vice like grip your cunt has on him with the little flutters knocks his rhythm off as well as his concentration.

A fact you’d tease him about if it’s not for the feeling of his shuttering hips driving you into a second round of overstimulation with every brush of his body against your clit. Causing a whimpering moan to burst from your lips barely feeling Will’s orgasm fill the condom. It’s his warm heavy body collapsing against you that gives away the fact he’s spent for the moment. However, your legs start to cramp in the position and you squeeze the forearm still trapped in your hand. Too speechless and blissed to actually form words to speak right at the moment.

Thankfully Will understood, cock softening to slip out making you both moan and whine at the lost, to sit back on his knees and lower yours to the floor. Quickly discarding the spent condom before carefully — on shaking legs that you giggle at — to stand and toss. Grabbing the second bottle of water, Will looks back to find you laid out looking beautifully fucked out with a smile as bright as the noon day sun on your lips.

“Find something funny sweetheart?” Returning to your side and helping you sit up so you could drink.

Still grinning before excepting the bottle to take a large sip, “I don’t know what you mean Daddy.”

Chuckling Will stands, offering his hand to help you up from the floor and into his arms. “Oh but I think you do honey,” tipping your chin up eyes darkening to pitch and crowding out the beautiful blue. Heat prickling along your veins at the dark promise turning into a squeal when Will puts you over his shoulder smacking your still stinging ass and walking quickly for the bedroom. “Think it’s time to torture the truth outta ya sweetheart. Hope you're ready for round two.”

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Prompt 16 for Will Miller, please

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Soothing touch

Pairing: Will Miller x Female Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1,785

Summary: Simply wanting to make you husband relax, to release the tension just a little massage always helps.

Notes: Thank you so much for this request sweetie and I do hope you enjoyed it.

From the Touching prompt list #16 Massaging them with our adorable Will Miller. I have this little head cannon that Will works with his hands on wood specifically. Creating pieces, and fixing things around the house.

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“Will,” sticking your head out the garage door spying him hunched over the far walls work bench. Pine mixed with light hints of grass, motor oil and gasoline makes your nose twitch. “Baby it’s getting late you coming in or sleeping out here?”

Golden blond head pops up a little too quickly for which you wince watching him work the kinks out, rolling his neck and shoulders. Glancing over his shoulder at you, “Putting the finishing touches on the back piece honey I’ll come in soon.”

“Translation you’ll stay in here for another three, four hours at worse my love,” having stepped into the garage bare feet chilling on cold concrete as you maneuver around mower. Pieces of wood littering the floor you carefully step over to avoid getting splinters. Nearing Will you carefully reach out brushing palms over strong shoulders feeling him twitch under your warm touch. “Hurting handsome?” Stepping up close to peer over his shoulder watching nimble fingers work wood into intricately detailed pattern of vines.

Hands pause to focus on the warmth embracing his back, subtle flora fragrance floating over his senses drinking in your presents with a pleased hum. “Thought tour’s broke the body,” deep voice rumbles out reaching your ears. Patiently waiting for the other shoe to drop while resting your head on his shoulder. “Ain’t got shit on these tedious patterns,” engulfing your smaller hands that came to wrap around his trim waist, with his callused palms. Bringing them up to his lips, golden beard pleasantly abrading the skin, as he kisses each knuckle.

“That means it’s time for you to bring your cute little ass inside for bed. This ain’t going anywhere Ironhead,” pressing lips against the warm skin of his neck. Hearing the sharp intake of breath from that simple little touch makes you grin and flick your tongue out to taste the slight musk of his sweat dampened skin.

Intertwining his fingers with your tugging till your flush against his back, “But little Miller will pop in the next three months and I want to have it finished for Benny and Brianna.” Head resting between your breasts, tipping backwards to look up into your eyes.

“Like you said baby it’s three months away, plus the wee one will stay at the hospital for a bit before coming home.” Placing your lips against his forehead, lingering for a few moments. “Promise I’ll make it worth coming inside if you do.”

Interest peaked, left brow lifts in question that you add a kiss to while gently pulling your hands from his. “This incentive what does it involve?”

“Hmm you’ll have to come see William,” words brushing into his skin, lips trail down to ghost over the shell of his ear. “I promise it’s something you’ll enjoy,” last kiss pressed into his cheek before you step away, heading back towards the house. Smile widening upon hearing lights turned off, the harsh scrapping of metal against concrete, followed by heavy booted footsteps and arms wrapping around your waist. “That didn’t take long.”

“I could always go back…” pausing the two of you just inside the kitchen back door. Turning in his arms your own come up to wrap around his neck toying with the short hairs at the back. “I take that as a no honey?” Smile spreading across his plush lips, twinkle dancing in stormy blues while watching you carefully.

Soft chuckle leaves your lips that crook up into a smile, “I mean if you really want to go back to hunching over your work bench I won’t stop you.” Carding fingers together around the back of his neck giving Will the sweetest look.

Pretending to think about an answer, before leaning down to brush his lips over yours, “Care to share your little idea honey?”

One hand slides down between you over his muscular torso to spread out over his pecs and around to settle on his lower back. “How about giving a little care to my handsome husband who’s worked his fingers to the bone?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that especially if your naked during this care,” low heat filled voice reaches your ears as one hand slides from around your waist. Up over your back which twitches at the warmth of his palm making him grin, thick fingers brushing the soft skin of your neck.

Eyes playfully roll right along with a shiver running down your spine at his warm touch that soothes and sends heat to explode across your body. Still amazed at how even after all this time Will’s the only man you’ve ever craved so deeply with such a desire that pales in comparison to every past relationship. For a long moment you’ve turned inward to memories, soft ghost smile tips your lips upward. Making Will wonder where you’ve tripped off to.

“You with me honey?” Warm voice filled with love greets your ears snapping you from the memory trip you took. Finding those stormy blues, little crinkles appearing at the side with the smile curving his lips.

“Always baby, always,” matching smile graces your mouth as the hand between you moves to take his from behind your back. Intertwining smaller fingers with thick callused ones to tug him along behind you after closing and locking the back door of course. Moving out of the kitchen and passed the living room shutting off lights as you go. Tugging him towards the bed to pause on his side, covers already pulled back. “Strip down for me while I grab the oil.”

“Oil?” Confusion as Will’s brows lifting while watching you sashay towards the bathroom. “You planning on eating me sweetheart?” Smirk sliding over those sinful pink lips just begging for a kiss.

Peering over your shoulder, “Don’t worry baby I won’t cook you though your hot enough to start a small fire all on your own.” Winking at the guff laughter blessing your ears that makes you grin, “But I will have a taste later promise,” before continuing on into the bathroom. Pausing at the small basket of massage oils and lotions picking the sandalwood vanilla out making a mental note to pick it up on the next errands run.

Turning at the right moment gifted with Will’s backside bare and bent over pulling socks from his feet. You bite the urge back to whistle or better yet rush forward and land a sound smack. But instead watch the play of muscle over his back, his cute booty flexing till he stands straight, arms stretching above his head and arching backwards.

“Like what you see honey?” Timber deep and rough with desire, feeling the heated caress of your eyes tracing each muscle and valley of tanned skin. The scars he hates that you love to kiss reminding him those scars don’t make the man he’s become.

Broken from the trance you slipped into watching your husband undress head shaking to clear the lusty cobwebs while eating up the distance back to the bed. “Not really doesn’t do anything for me,” stopping just behind Will you can’t help but reach out to trace the contours of his body. Feeling the muscles twitch under the soft touches, “Lay down for me Will.”

Looking over his shoulder disappointed to find you still dressed, “You plan on taking those off or do I get to rip them from you?”

“You’ll find out stud for now it’s about you,” meeting his stormy blues flecked with a little grey, seeing the curiosity and want written plainly. “Trust me you’re in good hands,” landing a light smack to his bare ass.

Warning growl vibrates from his chest, “Careful honey for every swat you give me I’ll add two for your count.”

Stepping against him front pressed tight to his back, placing a single kiss to his shoulder, “I look forward to that Captain. Right now though let me take care of you.” Adding a second kiss to his neck before stepping back biting your bottom lip while he presses a knee into the mattress.

Making it very hard for you not to give his butt another smack with that bitable ass only mire inches from your hand. You hold for now and once he’s settled on his stomach in the middle of the bed, you climb in. Perching yourself across his thighs on your knees, wiggling just a little to become comfortable.

Top popped a small amount poured into your palm before closing to put aside and coat your hands generously and splaying hands over his back just above the shoulder blades. Small jump makes you giggle but continue in slow easy circles. Working the knots from his muscles tenderly.

“Honey,” endearment groaned from his lips, body relaxing deeper into the mattress. “You have magic hands,” thanking every deity for bringing you into his life. “Fucking love you sweetheart,” meaning the gruffly spoken words with every fiber in his body.

Carefully leaning forward to press a kiss into sun kissed golden locks at the crown of his head, placing your lips against his ear, “I love you too Will.”

Smile gracing your lips that you press into the shell of his ear for a quick kiss before raising back up. Low content hum reaches your ear widening the smile and setting off warmth to coat your body in happiness. Continuing to work the knots from his muscles, adding small amounts of oil here and there scenting the air with the soft sandalwood and vanilla.

At one point, using the small remote for the stereo, you put on soothing sounds just loud enough to add with the relaxing ambiance. Noticing with a grin that by the time you’ve moved to his lower back Will’s fell asleep happy smile twitching over his beard lips. Therefore you carefully get off him and the bed, cleaning up your hands and striping. Pulling on an old t-shirt and padding back you pause watching the man of your dreams sleep. Luck had nothing to do with how much you love this man. Hard work, determination to never let him go and of course love all factored in.

Glancing down at your tummy, “We’ll tell him tomorrow little one,” looking back up towards Will. “Daddy’s gonna need to make another rocking chair for us too,” giggling softly, you quickly head towards the bed and grabbing the sheet to cover the both of you. Snuggling into Will’s back one kiss placed to the center just below his neck you feel his move slightly. Taking the draped hand subconsciously intertwining your fingers and bringing them to rest just under his chin. Content sigh leaves your lips letting sleep consume you with dreams of the future to come.

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