Can i request a william afton x femreader nfsw?
Reader meets william at the bar and they both get pretty drunk and william takes her back to his house (to fuck) but they both actually just falls asleep next to eachother in his bed.
William wakes up and notices her, a little surprised then he remembers the night and makes some coffee for them both, she wakes up and is confused till william explained the night and he lets her take a shower and even gives her some spare clothes
Well he walks in the bathroom to give her the clothes and she invites him in the shower with her and that turns into shower sex-
You dont have to do this request if you dont want to ofc 🥰💖
OMG I LOVE THIS
so, you had just gone to a bar with a couple friends. you were sober because you had to drive your knuckle-head friends back. you were annoyed, an alchie had just spilt a drink on your shoes, inevitably ruining them. no apology. your friends had abandoned you and you were near crying at this point.
you had a headache, your shoes were ruined and there was a random guy sitting next to you. wait what? he tapped your shoulder, as you were hiding your face in your hands even before he came over.
''hey, you alright there?'' he said. you looked up, expecting another alcoholic that had less braincells than fingers on one hand. but...what the fuck? he was..actually attractive???? he had a jawline straighter than homophobes and he had actually...nice non-greasy hair? and he had a suit on, goddamn did that fit him well...
"uh...yes, thanks. just a little too sober in a room full of drunk people." you say, with a little laugh. he slid a strand off your hair behind your ear. "well, if it helps I'm only on the verge of tipsy." he whispered to you.
you nod. "yeah..yeah, it does. nice too know. i would be drunk currently but I'm driving a bunch of incredibly drunk people who are probably hooking up with some random person home." you say, looking at him. He really was...well put together.
"that's no good, my dear..they could always call a cab, could they not? I'll treat you to a drink. anything you like." he said. you soon realised the british accent lacing his words. he smelt of cigarettes and expensive brandy.
"i...are you sure? i mean..i don't mind being sober, I don't mind. i was only joking."
"yes, yes. I'm sure."
one thing lead to another, and then you were on a couch on his lap, both of you drunk out your minds.
"g..god...is..your house near here? tell me it is..." you said, whining as his hand traveled up the back of your shirt.
"yes, dear...5 minute walk when you're drunk.." he said, teasing the clip of your bra.
that man needed to take you home. you'd beg. you'd cry. you just wanted to be in his home.
and so..he did.
