#will x reader

Crushing Will Byers who swears his heart skipped 10 beats when you said you liked a painting he did in art class

Crushing Will Byers who didn’t want you looped into the whole mess of the upside down (you were anyways)

Crushing Will Byers who listens to everything you say with 100% of his attention

Crushing Will Byers who blushes like crazy when you are interested in any of his hobbies and ask about them

Crushing Will Byers who totally doesn’t imagine kissing you under the bleachers at school like the movies

Crushing Will Byers who refuses to tell his mom about this because he thinks he’d die of embarrassment

Crushing Will Byers who spent weeks trying to mock up the perfect confession

Crushing Will Byers who sat through awful romance movies trying to figure out what people like when dating

Crushing Will Byers who almost gave up and asked for advice from the party

Crushing Will Byers who threw that entire plan of confessing out the window when you got hurt one day so he just said he feeling right then and there

Boyfriend Will Byers who swore to you that he’d never let you get hurt again

Boyfriend Will Byers who follows you around like a lost puppy

Boyfriend Will Byers who always likes to be touching you in some way. holding hands, thighs touching, or his fingers resting on your side

Boyfriend Will Byers who gives you mix tapes his brother helps him make with songs that remind him of you

Boyfriend Will Byers who gives you drawings of any sort of interest you have it’s all he can afford to gift you, even if he wishes he could give you the world

Boyfriend Will Byers who is over the moon when you get along with his family

Boyfriend Will Byers who likes watching El treat you like the sibling she never had

Boyfriend Will Byers who makes Jonathan promise to not tease you the way he teases Will about his feelings for you

Boyfriend Will Byers who is happy when he sees his mom and you talk without noticing he’s watching

Boyfriend Will Byers who gives you his first kiss

Boyfriend Will Byers who didn’t know where to put his hands when you kissed him so you had to guide them

Boyfriend Will Byers who immediately asked “was that okay?” with wide eyes when you pulled away

Boyfriend Will Byers who always asks to kiss you and never does without spoken permission

Boyfriend Will Byers who cries when you tell him you love him for the first time, half because he feels like he doesn’t deserve you and half because he feels happier than ever

Boyfriend Will Byers who would let the world burn for you

an - he’s such a cutie patootie this season

Part 2?

It was only your second date when you brought it up. He'd been unconsciously checking his emails when you teasingly asked if there was somewhere he'd rather be.

You'd said it so lightly, grinning as you watched him shake himself, not realising that he was internally answering your question. No. There absolutely wasn't anywhere he'd rather be.

That was how quickly things shifted for him. He hadn't expected it but he'd secretly been wanting someone to come along and wrangle him. Someone to pull him out of work and force him into a balance. That was you, with your bright eyes and unwavering charm. You turned his world upside down and he was so grateful.

You're everything to him. His biggest supporter at every turn. You love how passionate he is. Seeing him work so hard to get what he wants is one of the things that first attracted you to him. Especially when it became abundantly clear that what he wanted was you.

He was besotted with you from the start, everyone could see it. Especially when he started researching engagement rings a few months in, just for when the time came.

When you'd first discussed having kids, Will's heart had been in his throat. You were so perfect, everything he could ever want or need, that if you had told him that it wasn't something you wanted, he'd consider giving that dream up. He really would have. But your eyes had lit up, and you'd talked so animatedly about wanting to be a good mum that he'd fallen in love with you all over again. He couldn't wait to raise some little hellions with you.

You'd started trying shortly after the wedding, nothing too serious, just no more late-night condom runs.

You hadn't expected anything to happen as quickly as it did. Three months after you'd gotten married, to the day, you'd taken that fateful test. Will was abroad for a video, you were a few days late and honestly, just a bit bored at home. If you'd actually thought sincerely that you were pregnant, you would have waited two days for Will to be there with you. But those two lines had taken you by surprise.

You wait until he's home to tell him. Draping a little, homemade 'Welcome Home' banner across the kitchen island, a small gift bag sitting on top.

He's already grinning when he walks through the door, so excited to be back home with you. He's bowled over when he sees you waiting in the kitchen with his surprise, telling you that you're adorable as he kisses you and hugs you tight. When he spots the gift bag he starts laughing.

"What are you doing woman? I've been gone a week."

You just shrug, biting your lip as he peeks into the bag and sees the test.

"No!" He gasps, a grin instantly beginning to spread across his lips as it sinks in. "Really? Please don't tell me this is a joke because my heart won't handle it. Are you really? Oh my god. Are you?"

He's a shocked and excited mess as he wraps his arms around you and doesn't let go until you've told him several times that you aren't joking. You're pregnant and he's going to be a dad.

From that moment on, he takes the title very seriously. He comes to all of your appointments. He reads every book he can get his hands on. He listens to every podcast. He asks for advice from his dad friends, as covertly as he can, i.e. not at all. You can't even blame him when he accidentally lets it slip to yet another person, just too excited to keep it to himself and desperate to do a good job when the time comes.

When it's safe to start telling people, on purpose, you've both had plenty of time to think about it. You both like to keep your private life to yourselves, as much as is possible with his career, so a big announcement doesn't feel right. Instead, you settle on an idea he had in the middle of the night; a video trying pregnancy cravings with James.

You hadn't told him yet and weren't showing so much that you couldn't cover it with a baggy shirt. So when you rock up to the shoot, you tell him you're just popping in early to meet Will for lunch. You watch from behind the camera as plate after plate of unhinged combinations get put in front of the duo. It's James' nightmare, all the mixtures of flavours and textures and he's crashed out so many times by the time the last plate is placed on the table.

"I can't do any more." James complains, turning his nose up at the blueberries covered in cinnamon sugar.

"Come on, last one." Will says, popping one in his mouth, a grin tugging on his lips as he swallows. "This one is special, viewers. It's actually one of my lovely wife's."

It takes a second for James to register what he's said, still toying with the fruit. Then he thinks Will's joking.

"Don't mess with me like that." He chuckles, then when Will doesn't say anything and just grins as he pops another berry into his mouth, he looks back and forth between us desperately. "Fuck off... No, actually, fuck off. You're joking."

Will just breathes a laugh and reaches into his wallet for a copy of the latest sonogram, softly saying, "No mate. You're actually unc for real now."

And then they're hugging and James runs behind the camera to hug you too. You show him your bump and he freaks out even more, as if it finally hits him. Then, after the shoot, when you ask him to be godfather, he breaks down completely.

Will can't believe his luck.

He loves seeing you pregnant. He already doted on you but there's something about seeing you carrying his child that has him on his knees for you. He'll tease you as you get bigger, jumping up when you sit down on the sofa, only when he knows it will make you laugh. But he can't get enough of you. When a heatwave strikes and he sees you walk into the kitchen in a bikini top and linen trousers, hot and swollen, he wishes he could get you pregnant again right now.

By the time you go into labour, Will is an expert on everything you could possibly need. Timing your contractions, he's already on it. Want your shoulders rubbing, he's researched pressure points. The drive to the hospital, he's already timed it. Three times. He's packed everything you could want. He's made a playlist of your favourite songs. He's on top of all the correspondence with your family. He thinks he's got it sussed; being the best birth partner. That is until he hears your baby cry.

It's as though the second your son is born, every ounce of self-control drains from Will. He's sobbing. Quietly of course, because you've literally just given birth and you don't need him to be a babbling mess. But he can't help it when he sees that tiny little boy get placed on your chest. He's perfect. You're perfect. This is his dream, actually coming true before his eyes.

He knew that his heart would grow when his child came into the world but he hadn't realised that his love for you would double as well. You are the most incredible woman. He's trying his best to tell you but the words are coming out watery. Fat teardrops fall from his cheekbones and his shirt is ruined from the way he keeps wiping his face. Every time he manages to pull himself together, he remembers that his baby is in the world now and you brought him here, and he's a mess again.

It warms your heart and makes you laugh in equal measure, muttering conspiratorially to your son, "Told you daddy's a huge softie."

When you ask if he wants to hold him, he nods but stares up at the ceiling as he tries to dry his eyes. He shakes out his wrists, trying to pull himself together.

"Not having my boy think I'm not the happiest man on Earth right now."

You try and explain that the baby won't hold a grudge but Will doesn't listen, too focused on meeting his child.

Then, when he takes the baby in his arms, it's like a switch is flipped and he can't stop smiling.

"Hiya mate." he whispers, tears welling but not falling as he beams down at the little bundle.

Will is an absolute goner for his little boy. Any chance for skin-to-skin and he's doing it. You can't remember the last time he wore a shirt around the house. Any chance Will can be with his boy, he will be. Even volunteering for every night shift, wanting to have these moments with the baby even though they're hard and you're both so tired.

You catch him in the middle of the night, hand dangled into the crib and lying on his little belly, whispering to his sleeping son. "Me and your mam love you so much, do you know that? Even when you're screaming your head off."

You tuck in behind him, hand wrapping around his stomach and joining in. "We really do, little fella."

It's not the only time you catch him talking to the baby. He's always chatting away to him, walking him through making coffee in the morning, going through every item he's packing up for your trip around the block, showing him his outfit and telling him, "I wore this shirt on my second date with your mam."

He's heartbroken when he has to go back to work and leave his favourite people. You two wave him off in the morning, and he replays the imagine in his head over and over. He checks the baby monitor on his phone constantly when he knows it's nap time. It's a default and he doesn't even notice that whenever there's a quiet moment, he finds himself tapping on the app.

these past few days has been hell. and no, surprisingly, it's not because of vecna or demongorgons. no.

it's because of you.

you've always been someone who takes people's comments about to heart, and no matter how much will and mike tell you to ignore it, you just can't.

no one is even talking shit at you in specific, but you hear what they say about trans people. when you walk in the halls of hawkins high school. this isn't a safe space for trans people.

it isn't a safe space for you.

you try not to think too much about it, but guilt has been eating you from the inside lately. will is gay, and you're in a relationship with both him and mike—which is already taboo enough for everyone, which is why the only people aware of it are your close friends, lucas, dustin, max and el, robin after will insisted on telling her, and will's mom and brother.

that's it.

it was hard enough to explain to them how the three of you were together. how could you explain you've been lying about being a guy?

well, not really. you feel like a guy. you are one. but... what if you're not? you weren't born a man. maybe you were never supposed to be one and you're just lying to both yourself and your boyfriends.

speaking of boyfriends.

mike and will. your so loved partners to which you'd give the world to both of them. why can't you just speak to them?

the reason why these past days has been so horrible it's because you've been distancing yourself from them. you don't really want to do it, but whenever mike comes behind you to hug you, you panic. what if he feels it? he can't– they can't know.

it's not that you don't trust them, no. still, how would they react that you're lying to them? lying about who you are? about being a guy.

no. you shouldn't be thinking about that right now. you're going to see them, and you are not ruining their days because of self loathing. just show up, maintain your distance, and you're good.

yeah. “you're good.”

with one last look in the mirror after standing there for five minutes thinking about your whole life, you finally begun to move, grabbing a jacket—the more clothes the better—and going to your bike, ready to go to mike's house.

just don't act weird. be normal.

the ride to his house isn't long since you two live pretty close, and you could've probably go walking, however, if you feel the need to leave, you wouldn't be able to refuse them walking you home.

with shaking hands, you take a deep breath, you knock on his door. “mike! i'm here!”

a few seconds passed and nothing. maybe they're not even here and you can go back home–

the door opened a little too fast for you to not flinch in surprise, looking at the boy standing in front of you with messy hair. “oh, hey, you're here. sorry for the wait.”

“...were you and will kissing?”

“no! i–i mean– ugh, just come in already.” at least for now you can pretend everything is fine, laughing at his embarrassment as mike closes the door behind you, walking down to his basement.

will was sitting on a random couch, quickly looking in your direction and smiling once he spots you. “hey.”

“hey will.” you forced the best smile you could as you sat on a different couch from them, doing your best to ignore the confusion on their expressions.

“why don't you sit here?” will was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable scene, trying to sound calming with that stupid pretty smile of his.

“no, it's fine.” it's not fine. you want more than anything to get close to them and hug, cuddle them all day. but you can't. “i'm comfortable here–”

“okay, what is wrong with you?!” mike interrupted, his voice louder than usual. oh no.

will, being the most grounded here, tried to calm the boy close to yelling. “mike, relax, let him speak when he's comfortable to–”

“he's never comfortable to 'speak' and you know that! we've talked about this.” all you managed to do as the boys argued was to watch in shock. you didn't expect that you could lead to worse than you already do.

“mike, i–” it probably wasn't a good idea to try to say something while mike just exploded—not literally. he turned around to face you, a mix of annoyance and... hurt.

“what? we've tried understanding why were you pushing us away, and the only thing we could come up with is that you wanna break up!” wait. wait, wait wait no!

“no! i would never–”

“then tell us what is going on!”

“i lied!”

now even will was confused, standing up as well and walking closed to you. his hand went to touch your shoulder, but you flinched away.

“d-don't touch me... i'm not what you think i am... i'm sorry.” so here it is then. this is the moment they'll find out the truth and break up with you.

“i'm... i'm not a real a guy.” your voice cracked slightly as the words finally left your mouth, arms wrapping around your own body in a protective way, as if you were expecting them to yell at you.

well, you were.

mike, no longer angry, was fast to sit next to you on the couch, frowning in concern at your words. “what do you mean you're not a real guy?” will nodded at those words, sitting on your other side, also wanting to know what the hell were you talking about.

“i wasn't born a guy, mike. i lied to you and will. i've been lying this whole time. i'm so sorry.” the emotions you were feeling were so strong, your mind hadn't even processed will's finger wiping away a tear on your cheek.

“but... do you feel like one?”

do you feel like a guy?

of course you do. but what difference does that make now?

still, you answered will, nodding, refusing to make eye contact with either of them.

mike then chimed in, his voice almost playful. “then what the hell are you so worried about?”

“...huh?” you finally decided to look at him in the eye, ignoring the ache on your own from the tears refusing to fall.

“what are you so worried about? if you feel like a guy more than a girl, you are a guy.” he repeated, now with half a smirk on his face. “and our boyfriend.”

will agreed, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder. “we don't care what you were born as or what you have under your clothes. we care about you, and we love who you are.”

“guys stop, now i'm seriously gonna cry...” they laughed at you, both moving to hug you properly now, letting you share your pain with them for once.

“then cry. but cry with us, because we are not leaving you. our pretty boy.” and of course mike was going to tease you.

the tears begun falling from your eyes, and for the first time, you felt loved. but you felt truly loved by who you are. “i love you guys so much.”

they both smiled, will giving you a kiss on your cheek. “we love you too.”

I don’t think my head has ever been this loud.

Every time I look at my phone, there are more messages. Every time I look at my laptop, there are more emails. Every time I try and take a breath, there’s someone asking me questions and stealing the oxygen out of my mouth.

Five o’clock can’t come soon enough, and the second my alarm goes off, I shut everything down. The drive home is a concerning blur, and I don’t really come back to myself until the front door closes behind me with a distinctive click.

For the first time today, there’s quiet. The knot in my chest is still there, but at least my ears aren’t ringing with the sound of notifications. So invested in enjoying the lack of noise, it takes me a moment to realise that with Will and Nico, this level of quiet is wildly suspicious.

This realisation hits me at the same time that the smell of burning does, and I’m across the hall and in the kitchen in a heartbeat. I switch the oven off and open the window before opening the oven to a cloud of smoke and a smell that might once have been chicken.

Worst of all, I can feel the hot prick of tears behind my eyes. I sniff hard, pretending to myself and the spider in the corner that it’s because of the smoke, and yell out for my boyfriends.

“Kitchen! Now!”

There’s a surprised commotion from the bedroom, and the boys come careering around the corner before coming to an abrupt halt; if they’d been cars, their tyres would have screeched. My temper rears its ugly head and I take a good five seconds to lower the volume of my voice.

“…why did I come home to the kitchen nearly on fire?”

Nico keeps quiet, standing a little behind Will, who clears his throat. “Um. We were making dinner?”

“Are you asking?” I drawl, an unimpressed eyebrow raising as I grab the oven gloves and retrieve the cremated corpse of ‘dinner’.

Will winces, and in fact pushes Nico in front of him like a shield. The younger glares back at him before turning back with an appropriately guilty face. “We were making dinner and got a little distracted.”

“Understatement.” I take off the oven gloves carefully, making a conscious choice to put them on the counter rather than thrown them at my boyfriends. My voice is controlled but still condescending. “How about next time, you don’t go make out when there’s food cooking without a timer?”

“That’s fair,” Nico nods, hands shoved in his pockets and hair covering most of his face. Will isn’t much better, trying to hide behind Nico despite being several inches taller, both looking like scolded teenagers, and my frustration flares.

I take a sharp inhale, running my hands through my hair. “You’re grown adults, you should be able to cook food without nearly burning down the kitchen! I’ve spent the whole day fixing shit, why do I have to do the same thing the moment I get home?”

Will and Nico exchange a look that I can’t decipher, and my phone vibrates in my pocket with the same notification sound that I think is engraved in my skull by now. Without thinking, I take out my phone and drop it on the floor, my foot raising—

“Whoa!”

One set of hands grabs my knee while another rescues my phone from the threat of being stamped on. I click back to myself with Will’s hands cupping my face and Nico setting my phone far away on the opposite side of the kitchen after switching it off.

There’s a pause, tense and suffocating, before Nico clears his throat. “Long day?”

I visibly deflate. “…yeah. I’ll be fine, I just need a minute.”

Will snorts softly in affectionate disbelief, running his thumbs over my cheekbones. “You need more than a minute, babe, you nearly smashed your phone.” He leans in enough to press a soft kiss to my forehead, a gesture I refuse to admit is soothing. “You need the rest of the evening at minimum.”

“Sentiment appreciated,” I begin, straightening up and looking at the burned husk of chicken on the side. “But someone has to make dinner and it’s not gonna be you two.”

“We’ll order.” Nico pads over to link his fingers with mine. “With all the love in my cold dead heart—” A smirk tugs at my lips at that. “—if you’re at ‘property destruction’ levels of pissed-off, I’m not letting you have access to knives or fire or spices.”

While perhaps a little insulting that they don’t trust me to control myself, he has a point. Will stifles a smile with a kiss to my cheek, rude but sweet. “Our baby is overwhelmed, so we’re gonna take care of him, okay?” He pulls back to look into my eyes, sternness in his eyes akin to a doctor explaining why his patient has a treatment plan in the first place. “You are doing nothing, understand?”

Nico tugs on my hand, drawing my attention. “You gotta trust us, we’ll look after you.”

I release a long-suffering sigh, like the task of letting my boyfriends take care of me is inconvenient and arduous. “…Fine, fine, if you insist.”

The pair of them have me in the bedroom before I can blink, pushing me (lovingly) onto the bed. Nico wastes no time in clambering into my lap, slender hands on my face as he pulls me into a heated kiss. I make a noise of surprise, successfully distracted from whatever Will is doing behind me.

I lose myself in the kiss, eyes closing and hands resting on Nico’s waist. My fingers begin to sneak beneath his hoodie— my hoodie— but get about an inch onto his stomach before they’re forcibly removed. Will takes my wrists and holds them behind my back, and I feel the familiar drag of rope across my skin. Well, semi-familiar— usually I’m the one doing the tying.

“Hey, what?”

My confusion is mumbled into Nico’s lips, and he pulls away just enough to whisper, “Colour?”

A moment to think, and I nod. “Green.”

“Good.” And that’s the end of that, Nico re-instigating the kiss and licking into my mouth as Will skilfully binds my hands behind my back. I tug experimentally at the knots, simplistic but snug.

“Have you been practicing?” Nico roll his eyes as I break the kiss again to speak, and Will laughs at both of us.

“Yes, but shh, you’re supposed to be not doing anything.”

Nico sits back a little on my lap, arms crossed and eyes narrowed at me in scrutiny. I raise my eyebrow in silent question. Rather than answer, silently or otherwise, he climbs off my lap and opens the bottom drawer of the bedside table.

Both Will and I follow him with our eyes, watching as he withdraws a clicker and a ball gag. Our eyes widen, but Nico simply returns to my lap and passes the clicker to Will. “Put that in his hand.” He looks back at me. “You want to stop, you click. Open your mouth if you understand.”

It’s a little disorienting to have my own words twisted and turned on me, but I’m more than interested in where this is going. Will presses the clicker into one of my hands and I open my mouth.

Nico fits the silicone ball between my teeth and swiftly buckles it behind my head. He slips a finger either side between the soft leather straps and my cheeks, making sure they’re not too tight. “Good?”

I nod, and Will leans from behind me to kiss my temple. “Good thinking, Neeks, no more speaking, no more thinking.” His hands reach around to my front, unbuttoning my work shirt with deft, casual fingers. “You or me?”

“You, you’re taller and I want to keep an eye on him from the front.”

The short conversation goes over my head, but I have no time to decipher it. Working with coordination borne of a joint cause, I’m flipped onto my front by two pairs of hands. My open shirt flutters around me, the sheets pressed against my stomach and binder.

Nico moves to sit in front of me, and Will hoists my hips up so I’m on my knees with my chest to the bed, back forced into an arch. A click of his fingers, and Nico passes two pillows over my head, which Will shoves underneath me. I don’t get a chance to move myself, my knees yanked from underneath me so my hips fall onto the pillows.

“No moving, no speaking, no thinking,” Nico murmurs, burying a hand in my hair as Will makes quick work of my belt and zipper. “Will’s gonna fuck the thoughts out of your dumb head, and you’re gonna let him, without a fuss.”

There’s no room for argument, not that I could argue anyway, but the certainty and clarity in his voice is… nice. The knot in my chest finally begins to loosen.

Will tugs down my pants, and Nico pulls sharply at my hair as I try and lift my hips to help. “What did I just say about moving?”

I make a soft noise of an attempted apology around the gag, and Will hums a laugh behind me as he proceeds to pull down my underwear to mid-thigh. “Careful, baby, he might think you’re trying to speak.”

Red blossoms on my cheeks as Will runs his hands up the back of my thighs, squeezing my ass. My hand not holding the clicker flexes as he dips a hand between my thighs, wasting no time and nudging two fingers at my opening.

“How wet is he?” Nico asks, quiet and low, keeping his eyes on me as he guides my head to one side more comfortably.

Will almost coos, his fingers making my body shudder as he eases them inside me. “Pretty wet… poor baby’s been so stressed he can’t even get wet properly.” He slowly drags his fingers out and pushes them back in, all the way to the knuckle, and I moan through the gag as he curls them. “That’s okay, we’ll get him there. Top drawer.”

Without hesitation, Nico reaches for the bedside table again, grabbing a half-empty bottle of lube and a condom. Will murmurs his thanks, accepting the lewd offerings.

I squeak in surprise as cold gel drips onto Will’s fingers and into me, his hand continuing to move as he slicks my warming flesh. He twists them to let his thumb push through my folds to find my clit, pressing circles into it as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.

“Better,” he muses, and I can feel him leaning down to look, his free hand grabbing one of my asscheeks and pulling it to get a better view. My actual cheeks are glowing with red, and every time I squirm, Nico gives my hair a sharp tug.

Will removes his fingers and I whine quietly in protest, my hole fluttering weakly around nothing. He shushes me gently, and I hear the sound of sweatpants being pulled down. “Don’t worry, sweet boy, I’m gonna give you something better, promise.”

Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Nico moves the hand in my hair to under my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. Cheeks red, spit gathering around the ball gag at the corners of my mouth, hair messy from being tugged— I paint quite a picture. He smirks, and lets my head drop back down to the bed.

“He’s already pretty gone, but there are still some thoughts behind his eyes.”

“I can fix that.” Will leans over me, planting one hand by my head as the other grips the base of his cock. He presses a quick kiss behind my ear as he lines himself up with my pussy, already nudging the tip into my hole. “Relax, sweetheart, we’ve got you.”

I inhale sharply as Will presses forward, slow and steady, forcing me to feel every inch and ridge even through the latex. Nico returns his hand to my hair, stroking softly this time as he watches Will sink his cock into me with rapt attention.

While I’m physically stronger than both of them, Will is taller, and right now he feels massive above me. Both his hands brace either side of my head as he buries himself to the hilt, releasing a shaky breath as I instinctively squeeze around him. I tug uselessly at the rope around my wrists, and for my troubles I earn another harsh tug on my hair from Nico and a sharp snap of hips from Will.

“Stay. Still.”

For a few seconds, everything is still, and I know they’re waiting to see if I use the clicker clutched in my hand. I don’t even consider it, and the lack of response is exactly what they need.

Will quickly works up speed, moving his hips faster every time I think I’ve adjusted to it. His hips meet my ass with every thrust, the slapping sound smothering any other thoughts my exhausted brain can come up with. Nico watches carefully, dark eyes hooded and focused almost entirely on my face, my reactions, every involuntary twitch my body makes.

“That’s better,” he mutters, thumb swiping at the spit drooling down my chin, smearing it over my cheek to make even more of a mess. “Much harder to think or be angry when you’re being fucked.”

Will pauses, shifts his hips a little, and I choke on a cry as the head of his cock kisses my sweet spot. Pleasure bleeds into my system, saturating my limbs and pooling heavy in my gut. I can hear his grin. “There it is.”

His aim gets more precise, hips pounding sharper as I feel myself start to come undone. Adding welcome insult to pleasurable injury, Nico leans forward and slips his hand between my hips and the pillows propping them up, finding my clit. He doesn’t move his fingers, simply keeping them tucked against me, Will’s thrusts forcing me to grind against them every time.

I’m panting around the gag, stomach spasming as my orgasm curls at my toes before spreading rapidly through the rest of my body. Will’s hips stutter as my walls clamp around his cock, his breath catching as he forces himself to keep moving, working me through my release. Nico keeps his attention on me, only removing his fingers from under me when he sees the twitches of oversensitivity start.

A few moments later, Will’s arms give out, his body falling on top of me as he grinds his cock into me, his own orgasm shuddering through him. He buries his face into the back of my neck, pressing messy but sincere kisses to my warm, sweat-tacky skin.

“So good,” he whispers, giving me one last kiss to my ear before he drags himself out and off of me, flopping onto the bed beside me.

Rolling his eyes, Nico takes the initiative. “He comes and is out of commission for two to three business days.” With gentle hands that were pulling my hair twenty seconds ago, he unbuckles the gag and carefully pull it from my mouth.

I swallow the excess saliva in my mouth, panting softly, and staying quiet even with the gag removed. Nico sets the gag off to the side to deal with later, and moves to undo the rope around my wrists.

Once Will has come back to himself and discarded the condom, they both strip me of the rest of my clothes. After some gentle cleaning and re-dressing in comfier clothes, I find myself cuddled up between them, Will massaging my wrists and Nico running his hands over my back and shoulders under the guise of also massaging.

I clear my throat, shy in a way I’m not really used to being. “…thank you.”

The pair of them grin, cats that got the cream. “You’re welcome,” Nico whispers back, words muffled into the back of my shoulder.

“Yeah,” Will murmurs, lifting my hands to kiss them. “You don’t always have to be on top of things, y’know? We can take care of you when you need it.”

There’s a pause before Nico’s gleeful voice pipes up.

“Yeah, sometimes we can be on top of you.”