#i SIMP FOR THIS MAN | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tyarichtofen · 1 year

Text

William Afton x Reader.

The Piano Teacher. - Masterlist

Warnings : very shitty smut, praise kink and a little age gap-

3.4k words

William Afton was your pianist teacher, first it was lessons with few other people with you, but since you had struggle with concentration and focus on work with a lot of noise around you, you'd ask Mister Afton if he would teach you during off hours. To your great surprise he accepted. He said he saw true talents in you and he wanted to expose it, he was willing to help you with as much as he had for you to accomplish. It first took you back, William seemed to be the kind of distant man that didn't care for anybody except for himself. You couldn't deny that you enjoyed his true him, he made you feel special. And you figured he could use a little company since he divorced his ex-wife just months before. It also happened that he took his youngest son, Evan, to attempt your study. The boy looked a lot like his father but, for a strange reason, he seemed to be scared of anything and everything. He was still adorable, and you even taught him some notes, when his father wasn't looking you'd make grimaces at him, easing the strange tension the boy had. The session after this one, William told you he noticed it, and find it very cute of you. He also added that his son liked you, which was pretty rare.

You could qualify yourself as his favorite very quickly, you knew he liked you, he didn't had such a problem to demonstrate it to you. Your presence was welcomed, he made you feel wanted and safe. He also quickly found nicknames to you such as "doll", "darling" and "love" which, the first time, had your heart beat increase and your knees buckling. You were scared he called every girl that way, but he quickly hushed your overthinking when you saw him interact with few of his others students, confirming that he was actually a man that kept his distance most of the time. You were good audience and always liked to see him perform, being a visual learner also made it a great practice for you to look at his skilled fingers caressing the piano -sometimes wishing that it was you instead- and today was one of this day.

'So, what do you think of it ? You like it ?' He asks not hiding his excitement to hear your answer on the song he just made you listen to and he composed himself day priors. Sometimes William reminded you of a child wanting to know everyone's opinion about his little drawing, it was cute to see him having this much infatuation for his artistic project. He once confessed to you that you were the first one to hear his songs, and it was your opinion that imported him the most.

'Yes, I definitely do sir.' You chuckle behind your hand and looks up at him. He could write a song about making pizzas that you'd love it, everything William wrote was so him, it breathed in his spirit so you could only like it, and it was no wonder he started to become famous.

That was something that started to worry you, the fact that he was becoming famous. Well, it wasn't that you wanted to gatekeep his talents and qualities, of course not. You wanted to gatekeep him.

There was a deep rotting feeling in the pit of your stomach each time you knew he was gonna perform. The feeling kept you awake, thinking of how easily one of them could flow over his arms and spend a part of the night with him, the thought only making you wanna puke.

He made all these girls laugh and smile. He made them look at him. William Afton was a brilliant man. He excelled in everything, when somtehing touched even his fingertips it became gold, he was a good pianist, compositeur and quite the singer (but few, if any, knew that. William sang on really rare occasion, you asked his youngest son if it happened frequently at home and he happily confirmed), had an exquisite humour and was overly charming. You couldn't think of a reason for them to not be attracted to him. He was the center of their attention during only 2 hours, maybe, but for you it was 2 hours too long.

'Mister Afton,' You started, not sure of the end of your sentence actually.

'Yes, darling ?' He filled the silence you let install after a few seconds, letting you know you had all his attention.

'Do you...' Do you like me too ? Do you want to hold my hand too ? Do you want to kiss me too ? Do you feel those butterflies too ? Do you feel jealous over random people too ? Do you crave me too ? Do you need me too ? 'Do you have a concert tonight ?' Was the words that escaped your mouth, your eyes still boring on the black and white touchs in front of you.

'No, I don't, why ? You want me to stay with you a little more ?' He was so utterly nice to you. Usually you had your lesson, you'd talk a little and that was it he could go anywhere else he would have wanted to, but he stayed with you. He spent hours and hours, continuing to teach you or just talking with you, sometimes he'd bring something to eat with him. It made you sick to your stomach to know a man, the man you longed for was so nice to you.

'Please.' You bargained under your breath, just for it to be enough for him to hear.

He suddenly lifted your chin up to look at him with a hand cradling your jaw. 'Could you say that again ?' He smirked and your head felt dizzy at the slight proximity he offered you, but you craved it.

'Please.' You repeated, this time much more audible. His other hand made contact with your cheek and your eyes felt close with comfort.

'Good girl.' He whispered and you wanted to talk his words back at him, but you restrained yourself from it, not wanting to waste this incredible moment. His thumb drawed circle on your skin and you felt his gaze on you, but you were more than okay with it. That's what you desired after all. You wanted him to be like this with you, and he wanted that as well. 'Is it okay if I kiss you, love ?' He said and you had to bite the inside of your lip to stop yourself from dumbly smiling.

'Yes, please sir.' You opened back your eyes and instantly made eye contact with him.

'William.' He said and you stared at him incomprehension written on your face. 'When we're alone, you will call me William. Is that clear ?' It felt more of a statement than a question and you nodded in compliance, actually very pleased of the fact. He smiled in return and it was his turn to nod albeit more sharply than you did.

He was so nervous.

He swallowed back the lump that had formed in his throat and wondered during a small second if you could feel the moist in his hands from his nervousness. The thumb drawing circles at your skin stopped abruptly, his other hand that was cradling your jaw now slid at the expanse of your throat but mister- William brang it to your side instead, rather than take ahold of it at the moment. Slowly, your hands found place at his shoulder and arm, your fingers grazing the texture of his clothes.

You shut your eyes close when you felt him lean over you, and in an instant your lips met. At the first contact, your fist balled the fabric of his shirt, taking a groan from the man above you. He pulled you closer to him, your chest almost flush against his and you yelped in his mouth at the action. He took this opportunity to let his tongue penetrate you, which you happily complied. He was eager, but still patient because it was you. Not a random girl attempting his shows, not another student, but you. His hand brushed your hair back, and pulled your face closer to his, not wanting to let you go. The more you kissed and the more possesive of you he became, which just contributed to the fire that litted up in your lower stomach.

You parted after a moment and the vision you had of him was delightful. His lips were slightly swollen, and his shirt crumpled from the movements. His cheeks were red from the raw pleasure he felt, and you only wished for him to kiss you again. Or perhaps you wanted more, surely you wanted more. His hand fell at your clothed thigh and his fingers deepened in the flesh there, just like he could read in your mind and that took a moan from you.

'Is that okay with you ?' He asked, panting a little from the kiss, ever the gentleman he always has been with you. You nodded eagerly in agreement, but that didn't seem to please him enough. 'Ah,ah,' He tsked playfully at you. 'With your words little one.' He commanded, a smirk at his lips and you had no choice but to oblige.

'Yes,' The word left your lips above a whisper and his hands quickly found the hem of your pant, sliding them off from you easily. His middle finger trailed along your slick pantie and you let out a shameful whine, taking a chuckle coming from deep in William's chest.

'What do we say ?' He teased, his fingers pulling the tissue of your garment a little, waiting for your answer.

'Please.' The word left you instantly not even wanting to have the time to think them, the shame you could have felt was long behind you.

'Please, what ? What are you asking for I don't understand, love.' He smirked devilishly, trying as hard as he could to keep this faux-innocence in his voice. Your eyes never leaved his playful mistreatments while he, on the other hand loved the way your face flushed.

'Please,' A shaky sigh from embarassment left your lungs. 'Please touch me.' You begged to him, while his hand found comfort between your legs, his movements coming to an abrupt, and unwanted from both of you, stop.

William didn't think he would ever have the chance to hold you in this position. He didn't think you'd accept to be his. You consumed his every thought and although he imagined having you like this almost every nights, the reality was far much pleasant. He had to pose for an instant to just look at you, devouring you with his eyes only, for him to realize it was real, finally real. Goosebumps trailed around his body, trying to control himself at the sight of you being such putty in his hands.

'But I am touching you, aren't I ?' His voice was sly and his lips were barely touching the shell of your ear. A shiver ran through your whole body and your thighs instinctively made contact together, enclosing his hand between them. He didn't try to hide the chuckle your actions took from him, making you squirm just a little more.

'Please,' You continue to beg and your voice sounded almost pathetic but the fragility it held made his pant tighten. Your eyes dart down at his lips tugged in a pretty smirk and even though you're seated you felt your knees buckling under his powerful gaze.

'You're just so pretty.' He coos, his face finding place in the crook of your neck where he pecks kisses and hum, savoring your perfume. One of your hands find place in his hair, pulling him more against you, and you can feel the smirk against your tender skin.

After a few seconds of his tender kisses, he suck on a little patch behind your jaw, taking an audible surprised gasp from you.

'Do you want me to stop ?' He asks gently, his face still hiding in the crook of your neck and his voice hoarse from excitement when stopping his bold actions.

'Just the opposite, please.' It was now your turn to smirk, your fingertips tracing along his neck. William shuddered and his actions were directly more insistant. He sucked some spots and you were sure they would be bruised before tonight. The more he kissed at your skin the more you relaxed, your legs slightly decontracting his hand from the hold it had. He hummed in acknowledgement, letting his hand slide a little higher, his fingertips touching you almost where you wanted, needed him the most.

The whine escaping you barely made him lost his calm, wanting nothing more than just put you on this piano and pound in you until he was milked from everything he ever had, but William didn't. He knew it was worth the patience just to hear you beg and see you squirm a little more, at least a little more. You had to please him, he knew it, he always knew it. You were in his every dream, his every thought were about you in a way or another, he didn't care because it resumed to you and he needed nothing more.

Those thought rambling through his head made him just more messy, his tongue ravaging every centimeters of your mouth. Your brain was short-circuiting enough but when his hand took ahold of your neck you thought you would lost it. You couldn't even form a moan and the sound that came out of you was a high-pitched groan.

'Tell me, love.' He almost teared the last piece of cloth covering you between, his voice altering between pants. 'Have you touched yourself before ?' He forces your legs to spread more, but you gave yourself to him right away, eager for his fingers inside you. 'Have you touched yourself thinking of me ?' His middle and ring finger went through your wet slick and the noise was embarrassingly obscene.

He covered his fingers with your juices before teasing at your entrance. 'I believe I asked you a question, dear.' The hand that lingered around your neck squeezed slightly, just enough for him to pick your attention once more, your eyes rolling in the back of your head at the sentiment of him manhandling you so easily.

'Yes, yes I did.' You shut your eyes, your voice coming out a little louder than expected. His fingers eased themselves inside you, you whimpered when they filled you entirely. His being much larger and longer than yours, but the hot burning desire the same.

'You're taking it so well my love.' He whispered, his hand no more squeezing but instead caressing your skin. It set your whole body on fire and you had trouble focusing on any of the things he did or said. 'Go on, continue.' His hand found comfort in the middle of your back for you to take support on his strong arm while his other lingered between your legs. The small touch of his cold hand on your back bringing you back on earth.

'I- I imagined walking on you touching yourself,' Your voice was higher than usually, he just wanted to feel you squirm around his fingers and under his gaze, making you feel small and pathetic but you loved it. You could feel the muscles of his forearms flexing with his fingers not daring to move inside of you, and you inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. 'And we'd kiss and, you'd praise me, you'd say you always wanted to do that with me...' You ended with a little huff, savoring the way his eyes fluttered close, strands of his hair falling a little in front of his forehead.

'Can I move or you don't want to ?' He looked down at the mess between your legs and his fingers coated by you. Your heart was beating so fast inside your ribcage you thought he could hear it, you wanted to moan so bad just because of his voice and the gentleness it held to it asking for you if you're sure.

'Please, William.' You urged him a little by lifting your hips up and he had to suck in a pathetic whimper at the hear of your voice saying his name. He started slow, thrusting his fingers in and out of you gently, testing your reactions.

'Yes, you're doing so well darling.' He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and peppered small kisses everywhere he could reach. The praise sent a direct shock in your core and you tightened around his slender fingers. 'Fuck, you'd feel so good around me.' The curse tore a moan away from you. 'If you keep making those pretty noises, I won't be able to hold back.' He grinned against your neck and you felt your heart doing looping inside you.

'Then don't.' Came out your teasing voice. He all but groaned when he sped up his movements, enjoying the pathetic whines you made in response.

'I did it.' He started. 'I've always looked at you in a way even I can't put words on it. The way you make me feel, love... It's indescribable.' Your eyes strained at the tented bulge in his pants that gave light twitches at his words. You moaned at the sight, your insides bargaining to feel it, tightening around his fingers more than before. You panted at the frantic pace set up by the man above you, and before you could think again his lips covered yours in a sloppy kiss. You let yourself melt in the hotness of his tongue on yours, the obscene sound you made the only sign of existence in the room.

William was no longer himself. He couldn't bring himself to tease you anymore it was too much, even for him. His thumb came to rest at your clit and drew circle matching his frantic pace inside of you. You pushed him away from you by his shoulders, wanting to look at him. His eyes instinctively went to his hand occupied between your legs. The sounds your mouth made, the sounds your body was making, everything, it was all too good.

'William !' You cried out, your legs starting to shake. His hand slid away of your back and he settled it on your lower stomach. His hand just went faster in between your legs and you shook so uncontrollably that you had to ground yourself with something, you roughly grab his shirt, just above his chest. It felt like your hands were made to belong on him, your touch overwhelmed him, it was becoming too much. His middle and ring fingers dipped impossibly too much inside you, his fingers benting against your swollen walls, and the hand that lingered patiently at your lower stomach pressing mercilessly. Your head rolled to the side from pleasure, a silent gasp escaping you once again and your jaw held open as you rode out of your pleasure, coming undone around William's fingers.

Too good- too much- he couldn't hold it back anymore. 'Fuck, love, fuck,' William came in his pant unashamedly, his hips thrusting in the air begging for some sort of frictions. His moans covered yours for a second and you felt like coming again, tightening around his fingers that didn't leave your core one last time. Your eyes darted down to see the wet patch in his pants, a shudder coursing through you and the want to lick it almost unbearable, but you controlled yourself, at least for this time.

It took both of you a little time to come down of your highs, panting loudly in each others embrace. Your hands let go of the fabric covering his chest, coming to cover his sides instead, pulling him flush against you. His hand thrusted one last time out of you, tearing a painful moan of overstimulation out of you this time. William rubbed his fingers over his pant, in a vain attempt to clean them, and carried you to pull you in his laps, not bothering to put you back in your clothes.

'You did well my darling, I love you so much.' He confessed rassuringly, laying his head over yours that was against his chest. You could feel the low grumble from his chest when he spoke and his heartbeat incredibly soothing, you felt like you might drove off right there and now in his comfort but you found the force in you to respond back one last time.

'I love you too, old man.' You smiled against him, thightening briefly your hold around him, and hoping you won't ever wake up of this dream.

#william afton #william afton x reader #william afton fanfic #oneshot #william afton smut #fnaf #smut with feelings #peepaw springtrap #i simp for this man

235 notes · View notes