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z0mbi3girl444 · 5 months ago

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WILLIAM AFTON x READER NON CON II

You’re a babysitter for the Afton Family, and while waiting for William to come back home so you can leave, you fall asleep. When William comes home to you sleeping on the couch, he takes advantage.

THIS STORY INCLUDES RAP3/NONCON/AGE GAP. MINORS DO NOT READ I WILL BLOCK YOU. NSFW 18+ STORY. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

You had been babysitting the Afton children for nearly a year now, and over that time, you had become quite familiar with their family dynamics. It was clear to you that William and Clara, the parents, were not on the best of terms, while their children, Elizabeth and Evan, remained blissfully unaware of the tension that lingered beneath the surface.

You genuinely adored their kids. Surprisingly well-behaved, they were also delightful company. You took joy in helping Elizabeth with her outfits and styling her hair. In many ways, she felt like a reflection of your younger self, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia each time you saw her.

Evan, on the other hand, was a natural-born jokester. You could easily envision him growing into a charming ladies' man in the future.

But you took it upon yourself to set boundaries when he joked about girls. You were worried about how his father would influence him as he grew up. You had a clear understanding of the kind of man William was.

William was the type of man who made inappropriate comments about your clothing, who could stare at you long enough to make your skin crawl. He had a way of crossing lines, even going so far as to grope you when his wife or kids weren't in sight. You had become used to this unsettling behavior. You made sure Evan didn’t follow in his father's footsteps.

Despite everything, you genuinely enjoyed babysitting for the Afton family and planned to continue as long as they needed you. That was until one fateful Saturday night when everything took a turn.

Clara was out of town visiting her mother, and William had to stay late at the pizzeria. He called you at the last minute, and you gratefully accepted, knowing they were generous with their pay.

It was nearing 11 PM, and William still hadn’t returned. You had tucked the kids in by 9, and now you found yourself sprawled out on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever was on TV. As the hours ticked by, you felt your eyelids growing heavier. Despite your attempts to stay awake, your body eventually succumbed, and you drifted off to sleep.

Nearly an hour later, William finally returned home. He hung up his jacket and keys, his gaze drifting to the couch where you lay.

He paused, taking in the sight.

You were sprawled out on your back, your legs slightly parted, hair partially covering your face. You had removed your sweatshirt, leaving you in a revealing tank top that had ridden up to expose your stomach. Your sweats hung loosely on your frame, threatening to slip down as you shifted in your sleep.

William approached you, standing over your sleeping form.

“C’mon now,” he murmured, mostly to himself, “You can’t lay here like that and expect me not to touch you.” He chuckled, feeling his cock twitch with desire. He leaned in closer, untying your sweats and slowly sliding them off your legs, revealing your plain, unassuming panties. But to him, they were everything because they were yours. “You’re fucking killing me,” he muttered as his fingers traced the hem.

William couldn’t resist any longer. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, one hand slipping beneath his boxers to slowly stroke himself, his gaze fixed on your figure.

“The things you do to me,” he chuckled to himself, his eyes roaming over your body.

Once he was fully erect, he positioned himself between your legs, spreading them apart just enough. He took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent of your hair, and with that, he thrust himself inside you, uncaring of the noise he made.

Your eyes snapped open the instant you felt his cock inside you. A scream nearly escaped your lips, but his hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. “Shhh,” he whispered, slowing his pace. “I know, I know,” he said, sensing your panic as you struggled to escape, but his weight kept you pinned down. “It hurts at first, but if you relax, it’ll feel real good, sweetie.”

“Mff!!” You shook your head frantically, but he chose to ignore this. His voice was a low, soothing murmur, but the fear in your eyes was unmistakable. He continued, his free hand gently stroking your hair.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he coaxed, “Let it happen…”

“Mffff!! Mfff!!” Your eyes were wide as you struggled to breathe against his hand that stayed clamped over your mouth.

"Don’t fight it," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. "Just let go…"

His hand moved from your mouth to your hair, gripping it tightly as he forced your head back, exposing your neck. "Do you like that?” He grinned down at you, “Do you like feeling me inside you?" His tone was taunting, his words a cruel blend of seduction and threat.

"Please…" you whimpered, your voice barely a whisper.

"Please what, sweetie?" he taunted. "Please stop? Or please keep going?"

You sobbed, shaking your head. “Please stop!” You finally managed to yell, but his hand clamped over your mouth to silence you once again.

"Look at you," he sneered, "So helpless…" His hand moved down to your waist, gripping it tightly as he forced you to arch your back, his thrusts becoming almost violent.

He loved the fact that you were completely at his mercy, your squirming and feeble attempts to resist only fueling his sadistic pleasure. He was so much taller, so much stronger, and you stood no chance against him.

The only sounds breaking the silence were your muffled protests merging with his soft, breathy moans, so close they resonated against your ear. Tears blurred your vision, yet your eyes remained open, helplessly fixed on the ceiling above.

William's soft, dark hair brushed your face as he leaned down, pressing a trail of gentle, taunting kisses along the line of your neck, lingering just enough to unsettle.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his body tending. You senses his climax, a wave of dread washing over you. He wasn’t pulling out.

And inevitably, William shuddered, groaning your name to himself, the harshest violation of all, and finished inside of you.

As he finally pulled away, William gazed down at you, running a few fingers through his tousled hair with that disarming smile. “Damn,” he breathed out, clearly catching his breath. “Usually I don’t cum that fast, but…fuck,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Guess you deserve a raise,” he joked casually, straightening himself up as he began to dress.

You lay there, frozen. You didn’t dare look down—you could already feel the unwelcome mix of blood and semen coating your inner thighs. You felt nauseous.

William’s gaze swept over you again, lingering on your rigid form with a smug satisfaction that only deepened the ache in your chest.

"C’mon doll, don’t go making me feel guilty now,” he chuckled as he adjusted his belt with an air of practiced ease.

You fought against the tears building up, but your body betrayed you, and they spilled over, silent and unstoppable. Watching you, William cocked his head, letting out a small, dismissive sigh before lowering himself onto the couch beside you. You instantly curled up, trying to put as much distance as possible between you.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” he asked, but you couldn’t muster a response. The look in your eyes told him everything. “Aww,” he mocked, “I feel so special!” He leaned in, eyes locking onto yours, “I am special, aren’t I?”

As he spoke, each breath felt heavier, an effort to steady the swirling nausea in your stomach. William's satisfaction was very evident. He was savoring your discomfort with each passing second.

“So,” he continued with a smirk, “are you going to just lay there shaking, or are you going to say something?”

Every fiber of your being urged you to get up, to leave. But his stare held you captive. He simply laughed, a quiet, chilling sound that seemed to echo in the room.

“You know, the more you act like this, the more I wanna do it again,” he murmured, leaning closer, his fingers tracing delicately up your leg.

You recoiled instinctively, shaking your head in desperation. “No, please, no,” you whispered, voice trembling.

William chuckled, pulling his hand back. “There we go,” he said smoothly, a smile tugging at his lips. “Now, get dressed. I’ll drive you home.”

A shiver ran through you, and you turned your face away. “I’ll walk,” you mumbled, the words barely audible. His laugh cut through the silence, dismissive and laced with a twisted sense of humor.

“Oh, absolutely not,” he said, still laughing. “Come on, sweetheart. Get up. I know you can do it!” He urged, his tone mocking.

With a deep sense of shame, you pushed yourself to your feet, your eyes dropping instantly to the marks left behind—a sickening mix of blood and semen staining the couch and streaking down your legs. Fighting the urge to crumble, you began dressing slowly.

All the while, William lounged back, watching you with a smile.

Finally dressed, you headed towards the door, William following. But as you reached for the handle, his hand shot out, catching your wrist in a firm, casual grip. The touch sent an icy shiver up your spine, and your eyes darted down, fixed on his fingers wrapped around your wrist, then back up at him, his eyes wild and pupils dilated.

“You tell anyone about what we just did,” William whispered, leaning in, “I will kill you.”

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