(Will McTavish) What if he had to get used to the innocent kink? Like, she would say that she was a bad girl and he would be like, "No you're not. You act like a mature young lady." And she's like, no, I've been bad, I need a spanking, and he says, "Your parents still do that? That's really old fashioned, isn't it?" She has to explain it all to him carefully, and he just awkwardly trying to do as she says and soon gets the hang of it and he gets embarrassed bcos he is getting turned on by it.
this is an interesting take! the way i write reader she might just be far too shy to ever directly ask will to spank her but it’s a fun idea to think about 🤔🤔🤔
being full swing in your attraction to your older neighbour, already in an unspoken relationship with him, someone so much older than you. you’d find your face growing hot and butterflies swirling in your gut just by casting a glance towards his door as you’d enter your apartment— silly considering the number of times you had already been in wills apartment before. some nights your harmless thoughts of mr. mctavish would get carried away, the outcome always ending with you giving in to them and shoving your toy deep inside yourself. a hue spreading over your body as you’d try as hard as you can to keep quiet while you stuff your needy pussy full to the thought of your 46 year old neighbour. how his cock would feel so much better, but you’d never have the nerve to just waltz over to his place and ask him to fuck you...it’d be so late anyway, going over there would probably be rude...still, the idea of his thick cock inside you while he spanks your ass would make you drip onto your sheets. your cunt would eventually squeeze your toy as you’d cum thinking about mr. mctavish whispering into your ear what a bad girl you’ve been.
you’d have to build up the courage to try and wordlessly ask him for what you wanted but of course, he’d be oblivious as to what you really wanted. your efforts of wearing cute little skirts and tall socks for him not necessarily going unnoticed— william mctavish would absolutely be struggling to suppress his hard on at the sight of you looking so adorable but he wouldn’t know your underlying intentions. that your clothing was an attempt at trying to get him to want to spank you for dressing like such a naughty girl in front of him. surely he’d have watched some sort of porn with that kink? a cute younger woman dressing in short skirts and knee socks, acting like a little tease to get spanked. little would you know that no, he’d never seen anything like that before but his constant and poorly hidden glances at you in your attire would be all the tell you needed to know mr. mctavish loved seeing you like that.
so one evening while you’re over at his place you’d push yourself to quietly stutter out what you wanted. the two of you would be on the couch caught up in a heated kiss, you straddling mr. mctavish while his large hands smoothed over the globes of your ass under your skirt. you’d pull back from his lips, “ uhm—will, i- i want you to, uh, couldyouspankmeplease”
the words would come out in a rush, your embarrassment making your heart beat fast as you clutch onto mr. mctavish’s shoulders, eyes downcast to avoid his reaction.
his own face would be flushed and he’d feel his dick start to harden in his jeans from making out with you, touching you. blinking, william wouldn’t be exactly sure he understood what you’d said, “you...i’m sorry i didn’t catch that, sweetheart. what’d you say?”
inwardly wilting at the idea of having to repeat yourself you’d whimper. however the need to feel mr. mctavish’s hands on you, the sting they’d leave on your ass, would bring you to gulp before looking up into his warm eyes, “i want you t-to spank me, mr. mctavish”
will would be frozen under you, his eyes locked on yours though his glasses and his lips slightly parted. he’d feel the blush on his face deepen after hearing what you asked him to do to you. uncertainty would be at the forefront of his mind— why...why would you want him to spank you? wouldn’t that hurt you? but no...his eyes would take you in atop him, your face just as rosy as his and your breasts rising and falling heavily...from nervousness and arousal he’d realize. mr. mctavish would still be hesitant at the idea of putting his hands on you like that but his cock would be twitching and dripping precum into his boxers at the idea of you getting off on him spanking you.
his adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps, william would clear his throat but his voice would still crack when he responds, “oh. i-i see, and that uh, that won’t hurt you? i don’t want to do anything that would ever hurt you. if that’s what you want though i’ll do it...if that’s what you want”
feeling the relief flood through you immediately, you’d and reach a hand up to cup mr. mctavish’s cheek and kiss him momentarily. resting your forehead on his afterwards, you’d smile shyly, “no...uhm, it wouldn’t hurt me. well, not in the way you’re thinking” your voice would hush down to a barely audible whisper as you’d continue “i-i really like the idea...your hands are so big mr. mctavish— y-you’re so big, and the thought of you ah, spanking me...it makes me so wet...”
your pussy would actually clench when you hear the groan that slips out of will. his eyes would darken and his fingers would twitch on your waist, his cock now rock hard in his jeans. he’d almost feel guilty getting so hard hearing your confession but the throbbing in his dick and the needy look in your eyes would be putting a haze over his mind. you’re his sweet little girlfriend, his princess...but god if he doesn’t want to give you what you want, he wants to hear you cry out for him when his palm smacks your ass again, and again, and again...mr. mctavish’s voice would be gravelly when he speaks, “alright princess, i’ll give you what you want. why don’t you be a...a good girl and take those panties off and come lay over my lap”
hands and legs unsteady, you’d do as mr. mctavish asked, peeling your underwear off and climbing onto the couch again to lay stomach down and ass up over his lap. your sweater would still be on and you’d be sweltering. beginning to feel the sweat bead on your skin as william runs his hands over your ass, still covered by your skirt. taking his time appreciating the warm globes of your ass, mr. mctavish would duck a hand under your skirt as one rests on the small of your back, slowly pulling the material up as he guides his hand over the swell of your cheeks.
you’d feel the cool air of the room make contact with you once you’re finally bared to it and mr. mctavish’s roaming eyes. you wouldn’t have realized how wet all of this was really making you, the draft now making you all too conscious of the juices coating your slit.
“oh princess, just look at you...this ass is so perfect, i can’t believe what you want me to do to it” will would be kneading the meat of your ass, grasping handfuls of it before letting go and repeating the attentions on another portion. “are you really sure this is what you want?”
your heart would warm at mr. mctavish checking in on you— as he always does— and you’d nod, your face tucked into your arms, “yes, please mr. mctavish, i want this”
nodding despite you not being able to see it, he would rub his hands over your ass a few more times before letting out a deep breath, “alright, sweetheart, tell me if you want me to stop”
you’d whisper out a quiet “okay”
your heart would be beating fast with anticipation. you’d both be silent now, william now palming over your upper thighs with his left hand, his right one absent. his own heart would be thundering in his chest, sweat appearing over his brow as he’d hover his hand over your ass before raising it and——-
though you’d be expecting it the first blow would take you by surprise. the only sound you would make being a startled gasp as you jerk at the harsh contact, your right cheek where mr. mctavish spanked you tingling, sending the first thrills of pleasure through your body.
“are you alright baby? that wasn’t too h—“
gazing at the back of your head from behind his lenses, his ears burning hot, will would nod again to himself, feeling his boxers grow ever damper from his arousal.
the more spanks mr. mctavish would land on you, the more whiny and pathetic your cries would get, your aching pussy clenching with each one. it’d be drooling slick over your thighs by this point, the insistent press of his cock under you would only fuel your need to be filled by something, your clit absolutely throbbing and your cunt feeling so empty.
“ahhnn— m-mr. mctavish, please” you’d squirm on his lap, rubbing your thighs together to find some friction; your previous shyness having melted away to be replaced with raw need “i need to cum— please, i’m so wet, i need it—-y-your fingers”
pausing his blows to your ass, william would hum as he soothes the skin there with gentle rubs, ”mmm, fuck. you’re so needy today, princess. first you want me to spank you like you’re some naughty little girl and now you want me to make you cum”
his fingers would brush down between your soaked thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your core before he’d even touch you. he’d take his thumb and rub it up and down through your drenched pussy, pausing to circle your swollen clit with each pass.
“god you’re absolutely soaked. i guess you are a naughty little girl then aren’t you baby? only a naughty girl would get so damn wet from being spanked until her ass glows”
you wouldn’t be able to speak, too busy digging your teeth into your lip to keep from moaning shamelessly. your nails would be scratching at the fabric of the couch cushions to find purchase against the waves of pleasure taking over you as mr. mctavish starts to sink a finger into you.
“oh baby...your little pussy is so wet for me, my finger is getting sucked right in. mmm shit you’re so hot and tight, i can tell you’re so close already sweetheart, your walls are massaging my finger”
panting through clenched teeth as will rotates his digit inside your cunt, rubbing it everywhere but where you’d need it, “yes i’m so close! ohhh fuck—will! i need more, please”
smirking at seeing you such an adorable mess, mr. mctavish would be happy to give you what you wanted. pressing a second finger inside your pussy with ease, and focusing their attention downwards to stroke hard on your front wall as his thumb speeds up its pace on your nub.
“ahh oh yes! mr. mctavish, that’s so— oh— perfect! so good!”
chest rumbling with a growl, will would bring his left hand down hard on your ass, taking you by surprise and making your orgasm so much closer.
“fuck you love this so much don’t you, your cunt just clenched so hard. you’re so naughty— such a bad girl, loving having your pussy stuffed and your ass spanked. i’m gonna spank you a couple more times and you’re gonna cum while i do, understand princess?”
feeling so close to the edge already you’d nod frantically and moan out an acknowledgment before mr. mctavish starts his onslaught on your tender ass. each second of contact would hurtle you closer and closer to cumming, the combined sensation of his hand smacking your ass in rapid succession and his fingers relentlessly pumping inside you, thumb attacking your clit all the while— it’d be just too much for you to take——
you’d feel your breath hitch as the feeling swells inside you— consuming you as it spreads from deep in your cunt to the rest of your body, making you shake and sob from its intensity. mr. mctavish would work you through it, extending your pleasure by continuing to finger you as you cum hard around him.
when you come down from the high your ears would be ringing, your body weak from how hard you just came. william would have gone back to soothing you with gentle massages over your body. he’d carefully lift your legs off him a bit so he could stand, settling them back down on the couch before he walks out of the room and down the hall. your eyes would stay closed as you start to steady your breathing again, until you’d hear mr. mctavish’s heavy footsteps return and you sense him couching in front of you. a warm damp cloth would suddenly be moving over your pussy and your thighs, guided by a gentle and loving hand as you’re cleaned up. a cap would then click open and a liquid would be squirted out and rubbed between hands before being applied oh so carefully to your numb ass, rubbed all over until it soaks into your tender skin. the faint smell of aloe would fill your nose.
“there we go, baby.” mr. mctavish would place a kiss to your temple as his fingers played with your hair, his voice cooing. “thank you for sharing that with me, you did so well. how about i get you one of my shirts to change into— i know you love that— a cozy blanket, some coco, and a nice snack?”
finally you’d open your eyes. feeling drowsy already you would smile softly at will, gazing into his honey eyes, so soft and filled with love for you, before giving a little hum as you stretch there on the couch.
“mmm, that sounds perfect”
