#dark will

Will is a religious man, raised in a devout family that made sure to put every idea and goal in him until they made sense to him and became his way of life. Even so, he went his own way; he became a player in his favorite sport and pursued sinful paths that his family knew nothing about. He asked God for forgiveness thousands of times, until eventually, it stopped bothering or worrying him, and he simply moved on with his life, accepting his sins.

you, on the other hand, also grew up in a devout family; in fact, one that was friends with Will’s family. But unlike him, you became completely devoted to God, following his word as if it were law and ignoring temptations, sinful thoughts, and the normal hormonal phases of youth, all in an effort to remain as pure as possible and earn a place in heaven.

the two of you know each other; you were great friends as children, but as his career took off, he began to drift away; he stopped living near the church, and whenever he returned to town to visit family, you barely saw him. That is, until this summer break, when he decided to come home for a longer stay. He started attending church again and helping out wherever he could, carrying a different air about him yet wearing the same smile that had once captivated you.

then came the return of conversations, smiles, jokes, and lingering glances. Will knew it instantly: your lack of experience, your purity. It was almost as if he could smell it. Something stirred inside of him at the mere thought of corrupting that innocence, of marking your body in ways you likely didn't even know were possible.

he watches you in your pretty dresses, imagining the things you’re wearing beneath; he places his hands on your body, pretending there is an innocent reason for it all. And in the process, he feels the tension mounting and his desires intensifying, until one day, it all explodes.

you invited him to your house, taking advantage of the fact that your parents would be out all afternoon; you wanted to spend time together, get to know each other again, and learn a bit more about his life outside the city. You led him into your bedroom as if it were nothing, letting him enter your sacred space, a room with corners dedicated to religion, devoid of band posters or anything reflecting your personal tastes. There was nothing there to suggest that anything existed within you other than purity.

at first, everything was fine; everything was perfect. He told you about his work, his colleagues, the press, and the publicity, eventually opening up about his more intimate life. That was when he noticed you shifting on the bed, looking uncomfortable and flushed.

he capitalized on your nervousness to tell the details vividly, telling you about the first time he’d been with a woman, the first time he’d given in to his most sinful thoughts. He spoke of the beauty of an orgasm, of being inside a pussy and feeling the walls tightening around his cock. He described it all in such detail that you could picture it yourself, feeling a surge of heat beneath your panties and juices running down your thighs, creating a mess under your dress.

you try to question him, to ask how he could do such a thing, given that both of you had been taught about sin, consequences, and the difference between right and wrong. But he only smiles, explaining that he had asked for forgiveness a thousand times, that he, too, had once believed his actions were wrong, until he came to understand the art of the human body and the importance of loving God’s work.

he spoke to you of consent, of pleasure, and even of love, choosing his words with precision to make you doubt yourself, to plant the seed of temptation within you, a weight you couldn't shake off. He assured you that everything would be fine, that there are no real consequences when it's done the right way, finding his way into your mind.

even so, you remained doubtful and restless, feeling guilty about the heat rising between your legs, the physical manifestation of the arousal building inside you. Sensing this, he stood up, speaking in a gentle tone as he began to remove his shirt and unbutton his pants.

"you have to understand that the body is his creation; it is meant to be seen and loved, not rejected and forgotten," he explained, trying to soothe the panic in your eyes as he opened his pants to reveal the fabric of his underwear beneath.

“but marriage…” you stammered, unable to look anywhere but at his crotch, feeling your legs press and rub together while your nipples began to ache, showing clearly through the fabric of your dress.

“marriage is just one way to experience love for another person. It’s used for procreation, starting a family, but sex doesn’t have to be just that. It can also be about fun and pleasure, without the need to have children just yet,” he explained, watching you frown as you processed all the information you were taking in.

to make matters worse, he lowered his pants and underwear, freeing his hard cock for you to see; he watched as your eyes widened and your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

“come here,” he called, drawing you to the edge of the bed until your face was dangerously close to his crotch. “I want you to put your hand here and move it like this.” He took your hand and guided it to his cock, making you wrap your fingers around its length; you could feel the heat radiating from it, the strength of its throbbing, and the veins tracing its entire dick. He guided your movements, starting slow until your initial hesitation faded, letting you move on your own while he let out soft gasps whenever you squeezed a little tighter or picked up the pace.

you were a quick learner; that was the first thing he noticed.

once he felt his cock was fully hard, he gave his next instruction: play with the head. He told you to bring your mouth close and tease him with licks and kisses, testing his patience as you did it to perfection, taking your time alternating between stroking him and kissing the tip.

then, instinctively, you opened your mouth and slid the head inside, using your tongue to coat his cock as it slid to the back of your throat. Not all of it fit in your mouth, but you tended to the part that remained outside with your hand, applying what you’d just learned while savoring his reactions.

you watch him whimper, squeeze his eyes shut and then open them, gazing at you so intensely that the heat in your pussy flares up. His hand moves to your hair, gripping it tightly as he tries to hold back the urge to thrust against your throat, forcing himself to be patient while you find your rhythm.

you suck, lick, and kiss. Little by little, you combine everything he taught you with what you’ve learned on your own, watching him unravel under the wonders you’re working. He begins to move his hips and thrust into your mouth, harder and harder, triggering little gag reflexes that he completely ignores, lost in his own pleasure.

and maybe it’s the way you see him enjoying it, or the beautiful sounds he makes, or the look on his face, or the weight of his cock on your tongue, but something amplifies your own pleasure. Your hips begin to roll, rubbing against the sheets; you feel a pressure in your pussy unlike anything you’ve ever known, creating a knot in your belly that feels like the urge to pee. You want to warn him, but you’re too full, you can only take what he’s giving you, so you keep moving, feeling tears well up in your eyes as the tingling intensifies, and finally...

you came.

...in that pathetic yet sweet way, moaning against Will’s cock. And he couldn't help but cum down your throat, filling you with his load as he realized what a mess you were.

something in him wanted to keep going, to corrupt you completely, but you were soon interrupted by the sound of your parents' car pulling up outside, sending you into a panic; you pulled his cock from your mouth, coughing and scrambling to your feet while feeling the fluids run down your thighs, staining everything in your path.

you had to stop that day, but it wouldn't stop Will from trying again another time.

“it’ll be our secret,” he said before planting a quick kiss on your lips and slipping out your bedroom window before you even had time to react.

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Will Graham had enough on his plate, especially with the constant feeling of being a failure nipping at his core. He didn't need a bratty bitch like you to add more to that beautifully decorated plate, yet here you were. Using your tongue to spew out all sorts of petty things directed towards him.

At times Will would imagine himself grabbing you by your hair and slamming your face right down on the table. Bending you over and fucking some manners into your tight little cunt right there but then he'd inhale a breath of air and let it all go.

Too bad that wasn't going to happen today.

“You fuckin’ piss me off.” Will grunted, taking a step forward.

You smiled in victory. “Yeah? Telling me all that like I care.”

Will ran a hand over his face in frustration, hoping you'd stop. It wasn't like he didn't try to bite back his own quips but he simply couldn't. You were too tempting — he couldn't back out from putting you in your damn place.

“Did no one ever teach you basic manners, you impolite little girl? You're this close to getting it.” Will had taken another step while you stood besides the book shelf, coursing through the files.

Everyone knew Will Graham was a petty bitch but you, you were his fucking competition. They all knew it was either going to be you or him. You both couldn't survive together.

“I'm terrified.” You mocked, an ill mannered giggle slipping.

Something inside him snapped when he heard you let out that fucking sound of ultimate victory. Before you knew it, Will had slammed your head into the book shelf while his body pressed up against you. His hands tangled in your hair.

“What the fuck?" You gasped out, feeling pain blossom in the side of your head. Will didn't care anymore.

These were only the repercussions of your own actions. Will pulled you by your hair towards his wooden table and bent you over it, all while you struggled. Tiny fists punching at his hands.

“Let me go!” You whined, throwing kicks and punches everywhere but Will was stronger. He was rougher as he slammed your frame down on the table once more and held you in place with one singular hand. “Fucking asshole, let me go!”

His other reached to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock. It took him a few seconds to pull up your tight knee length skirt and slide your panties aside to drive himself into your cunt. You cried out and Will groaned, feeling the wetness of your warm pussy drape him.

“So fucking tight and wet. Do you get wet by talking back to me?” Your tears profusely streamed down in rivulets but he didn't care. Instead he found himself to be enjoying your cries and pleas.

The same fucking bratty bitch who was now stuffed with his fat cock and crying from it.

Will pulled your face up by tugging on your hair, his other hand gripping your hip tightly. His hips snapped at a rough pace inside you and your cunt throbbed from the ache. Will’s cock had stretched your little cunt out like no other.

“Fucking slut. The whole of FBI should know how big of a whore they've hired.” He spat, the sound of his skin smacking against yours reverberating throughout the walls of his office. “Pathetic thing. That mouth runs a lot, doesn't it? How about you use it now, but for something better? How about sucking a cock, my cock once I'm done with your slutty little pussy.”

You could only sob, drool accumulating around your mouth as your mascara streamed down. Feeling his cock drill into your pussy was too much for you, especially when he hadn't even prepared you.

Will growled, his beautiful curls clinging to his forehead due to the perspiration. His blues swallowed by blown out pupils. A predator ravaging its prey. His cock throbbed from the sheer self control he had held onto in your presence.

But not anymore.

“Runnin’ that mouth around only tells me you wanted this. Christ, what a fucking cockslut you truly are.” Letting go of your hip and hair, Will reached over and shoved his fingers into your mouth.

Holding you from behind, he fucked you silly and you felt yourself choke a little from the way he was holding you. By shoving his fingers into your mouth. Saliva and drool covered his fingers but that was the least bit of Will’s concern.

He let out a laugh, feeling himself come near. “Yeah–fuck yeah. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum inside this greedy pussy and then I'll make you walk around with it inside you.”

You were all over the place. Hair strands sticking to your face, fingernails grazing against the wooden table. Scratching the material and your knuckles had gone completely white. This had thrown you off the edge. You disliked Will Graham’s sassy personality but this? You never expected this to happen.

“Oh—oh pretty whore. I'm close, I'm so fuckin’ close—” Will stuttered, letting out whines now as he felt your velvety walls clamp down on him. His balls were hot and ready to pump you full of his cum, so he did. Loads of white erupting inside you as Will’s breathless whines and growls filled up the room.

Your whimpers and cries were drowned down soon when he forcefully clamped his hand around your mouth. He couldn't have you moaning like a bitch in heat for the whole of the agency to hear. Especially when he'd taken you in such a primal, immoral manner.

When Will was done, he pulled his cock out of you and spread apart your ass cheeks with his thumbs. Watching as your gaping hole spurted out white, hot cum. Relishing in the sight of it.

As he stepped back from you and fixed his cock back into his pants, you lost balance due to your wobby legs and fell down to the floor. Will stared at you, broken and abused. Precisely done hair now a total mess with strands sticking out, black smeared around the eyes and spit surrounding your lips.

Tears had stained your flushed cheeks. Your soft cries expressing the assault you'd just faced by the hands of your colleague.