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Molly’s relationship was…interesting if you asked her. It was nice at the beginning. Sweet and everything she’d hoped for. Will was a wonderful man. She’d made sure. They’d dated, spent time together, shared interests, everything that a couple was meant to do. Will had even taken Walter fishing, had taught him how to do so correctly, and even created fishing lures for him. She hadn’t told him, but it hadn’t taken her very long to realize this was the man she wanted to marry, the man she wanted to be a father to her son; nevertheless, they were married. It had been a great few years, but even Molly had noticed a sort of strain beginning. She wasn’t exactly sure when it had started or even why as Will had been adamant on brushing her off, telling her not to worry, and kissing said worries away before stepping out of the front door.
She wasn’t having that. She would find out what was creating a rift in their relationship if her life depended on it. She didn’t want to think Will was cheating but it had been her initial thought. It was what caused a rift in most relationships it seemed, so Molly deemed hers would be no different. They were human after all. Even though the thought made her gut churn with jealousy and sorrow, she needed to know. That’s why she’d proposed this scene.
Molly knew Will well or at least she liked to think so and something she had come to know over the years was that when Will was taken apart, allowed to be submissive and pliant, he tended to let his mind and mouth wander. After all, it was how she’d learned some of his most vulnerable secrets. Lying in bed, wrapped up in one another, breath puffing against heated ears. Though, she hadn’t misused this knowledge, not until now, however, she needed to know. It was eating away at her like a pile of ants eating their way through a piece of ripe fruit laid out in the sun.
“Will,” She says once they’ve made it into their bedroom, Walter tucked into his own bed down the hall. “Come here for a second, hm?”
She watches as he turns, looking over at her with those big, blue eyes. He steps over to her wordlessly, his hands coming to rest on her wide hips before he tilts his head in question. “Yeah?”
“I wanted to try something new. I…bought something online but I don’t know if you’ll like it or not,” She explains, avoiding his eyes for a moment as her cheeks flush pink. “It’s in the closet. A purple box, could you grab it for me?”
Molly can feel his questioning gaze stuck on her before he pulls away, nodding his head. “Yeah, I’ll get it,” There’s a slight waver in his voice, though she knows he doesn’t even know what he’s nervous about. He comes back after a few minutes, a medium-sized purple box clutched in his rough hands. “This one?”
“Mhm, bring it over here, please,” She says before stepping to the bed and sitting down on the edge, looking up at him expectantly. It didn’t take long for him to make his way, sitting next to her, though the box was wedged between them. She watches as his throat bobs as a result of the tenseness of the air, looking over at his wife again.
“What…What is it?”
“Why don’t you open it up?”
Will swallows thickly again at that, though he moves to do just as she said, lifting the lid off of the box and tossing it aside. He looks down, moving away a few layers of frilly tissue paper before he sees what’s inside. It takes him a moment to process what it is before his lips part, and he looks up at Molly with a wide-eyed expression. “I-...what? Molly?” He asks, blinking owlishly.
“I thought you might like it,” Molly says simply, reaching into the box and tugging the toy out, holding it in her smaller hand. It’s a dildo. It’s a tan color, a little darker than Will’s own complexion, and quite realistic if she did say so herself. She can feel her face heating up again but clears her throat. “We’ve tried a few things and I felt like this was the next step. I’m sorry I didn’t warn you; I could always return it.”
“Wait,” Will answers, almost a little too quickly. His eyes are focused on it, a foreign sense of longing that Molly couldn’t quite place swimming in them. “It…did you-...did you want to-to use it on me? Or me on you?”
She looks at him for a moment before she bites her lips. “I was hoping to use it on you, though you could use it on me sometime, too, if you’d like.”
Molly listens to the shaky exhale falling from Will’s lips once more before he nods. “O-Okay,” He whispers as if it’s some sort of secret not dared to be spoken to fruition. “You…can use it on me.”
She smiles, perking up at that before she lays the toy on the cream-colored sheets of their bed, moving to stand. “Great!” She adds, hoping to relieve some of her husband’s tension. “Would you undress for me?”
Will nods again, though he’s a little slow with his movements, hesitant and unsure. She doesn’t know if it’s because he’s nervous about the new addition to the bedroom or something else, but she intends to find out quickly. He tugs his shirt off and throws it to the floor, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs before he reaches for his plaid boxers. Molly can feel her body responding to the sight. He was a beautiful man after all, one of the most gorgeous, handsome people she’s laid her eyes on in this lifetime. When his underwear finally falls to the ground, she takes all of him in. His tense shoulders, his hardened nipples, his quivering thighs, and the glistening cunt between them.
“You’re so handsome. How did I get so lucky?” She breathed, pupils blown, and it was the truth.
Will bites the inside of his cheek, standing stark naked at the edge of the bed, practically shaking in anticipation.
“Come closer to me,” Molly beckons, raising her hand to guide him. She breathes him in when he stands close, her heart hammering inside of her chest when she gently pulls him down and presses their lips together. They stand like that for a minute, just enjoying each other until Molly slips a hand between Will’s legs and cups his heated cunt with her cool hand. He shivers, breaking the kiss with a gasp, and bucking against the touch. “You’re so wet already. Do you want this that much? It’s like you were waiting for it.”
“Please,” He says quietly, tongue wetting his lips with a single swipe.
“Get on the bed. We’ve gotta warm you up first, stretch you out,” Molly says, reaching around to give a light smack to his butt that causes him to jump slightly. She chuckles at the sight. “Though, I think you’re pretty worked up already. Have you ever taken dick before, Will?”
She watches him pause and barely resists narrowing her eyes. There’s a lingering guilt making its way over his face but that didn’t mean too much, did it?
“I…some time ago,” He says vaguely. “It’s been…It’s been years since that. I barely remember it.”
Molly isn’t too sure, but she steers him to the bed anyway, helping him to climb on and getting on after him. “Tell me what you do remember.”
“I don’t know…this- isn’t this a little weird? Tellin’ you about other people I slept with? The past is…is the past for a reason. We’re not supposed to linger.”
At this obvious nervousness, she brings her hand down again, fingers brushing along the sensitive inners of his thighs and watching them twitch. “It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. I just thought it could be hot, y’know? Maybe it could help to let me know what you like when it’s like this.”
She looks at him again, softening her eyes, and watches the internal debate fleeting across his face before he finally sighs, nodding again. “Okay, j-just…tell me if it’s too much, okay? Don’t want to make you feel bad.”
“I won’t feel bad, baby. I promise,” Molly says, using her free hand to cup his cheek and make him face her, kissing his lips. “Like you said, the past is the past. You’re mine now, no matter what happened before. We’re together.”
Will nods shakily again, though he’s a little fast in avoiding her gaze, turning to look forward before he closes his eyes. “Like I said, it was years ago,” He starts, his chest steadily rising up and down. Molly slides her hand a little higher, causing him to furrow his eyebrows as she grazes one of her short nails over his swollen clit. “It-...he was an older guy. In his forties.”
“Oh, you liked ‘em older, did you?”
“Guess so,” Will whines out when Molly starts pressing against him with more purpose, fingers rubbing slow, light circles against his clit. “He- ah, he was snobby, liked to play with me. We were…friends first.”
Molly raises an eyebrow at that, though Will can’t see her through his lids. “Did you meet at your job? Was he a professor, too?”
Will shakes his nods, then shakes his head. “We met when Jack brought me into the behavioral unit. He wasn’t a professor. Not…Not really part of the FBI either. Just…there, like me.”
He breathes heavily and arches up against Molly’s hand. “Faster, please,” He begs, chest moving quicker now. She listens, moving her fingers faster, easily sliding them around from how wet Will had gotten in such little time.
“When did you first sleep together? Was it more than once?”
“I-I don’t remember exactly when the first time was…but yeah, it was more than once,” Will says, biting his lips before he continues, hips unconsciously rolling up with each movement of Molly’s fingers. “I remember how the first time went, though. I drove to his house. I didn’t even realize I was there until I was knockin’ on his front door.” He says with a short laugh, a moan mixing in soon after.
“You didn’t remember driving there? Were you drunk?” Molly asks, concern slipping into her voice.
Will shakes his head again. “No, no. Not drunk. It felt like he was drivin’ me crazy. Like he-he’d want me somewhere and I’d just be there. Do anything he wanted me to do.”
Molly nodded along as she listened, though there was something in the back of her mind telling her this was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. Still, she stops rubbing in order to slide her fingers down, pushing one inside Will, nearly gasping at how easily the opening accepted her in. Will whines, spreading his legs a little wider before she starts pumping it in and out. “Keep talking to me.”
“...the first time was that night. He opened the door and let me in, and I just…kissed him. I don’t know what I was thinkin’, Molly." He whimpers. “Add another one, please. Faster,” He pleads again. “We-We ended up in the kitchen somehow. He was makin’ somethin’, could never remember the names of all the fancy shit he said.”
“Was he a chef?”
That question makes Will choke out a laugh, his entire body shaking with it before he settles down. “I guess you could say he was somethin’ like that. Anyway, he pulled me up on the counter and knocked everything off of it just to have me up there. Never thought I’d see the day he wasted any food.” He chuckles lowly again.
He moans louder when Molly takes it upon herself to add a third finger, moving steadily in and out of him as she listens. Molly can feel her body heating at the obscene sounds coming from the way she was fucking Will with her fingers and just how soaked he was, though she could feel a stab of jealousy again as well. Who was this man who had her husband so riled up when he wasn’t anywhere near him? Will had said it himself, it was years ago, so why was he still so affected by this older man?
“Maybe he thought of you as a replacement for his meal,” She says, not thinking about the double meaning of her words.
“Oh god,” Will moans, tilting his head back against the pillow behind him and giving a full-body shudder. She can feel the way his hole flutters around her fingers, trying to suck her deeper into his body. “Fuck, fuck!”
She’s not sure what part of that gave him that reaction but she speeds up even more, her hand practically a blur. “Come on, baby. Tell me more. What else did he do?”
“He- oh, he tore my clothes off,” Will says, curling his toes. “Pushed my legs open and ate me out right there until I came twice. F-Fuck, then he put his fingers in me. It felt like too much, but it was so good.” He pants. “M-Made me cum again like that, kept a hand in my hair. I-I ruined his stupid fuckin’ suit,” He laughs, sounding like a madman. She watches as his eyes flutter open momentarily, lined with shiny tears ready to spill over his red cheeks before they close again. “Th-That was the first time I had come like… that.”
Molly’s confused for a second before her eyes widen in realization. “He made you squirt.”
Will hisses, nodding hurriedly. “Y-Yeah but don’t say it like that.” He whines, cheeks darkening as he turns redder. She can feel how close he is, barely holding on as he talks about his rendezvous with this mystery man.
“It’s okay, baby. I bet it felt good, didn’t it?” Molly coos, never once stopping the movement of her hand. She curls her fingers up, searching for that spot until she brushes against it, listening to Will cry out with a sharp shout before he slaps a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound. She can tell his eyes are rolling back even beneath his eyelids. He’d always been sensitive. “C’mon, cum for me, Will.”
Molly hears another stifled cry as Will’s hand comes down, gripping her thin wrist so tightly that she winces, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He cums, arching his back off of the bed as he does so, growing wetter around her fingers.
“Ah, ah, Ha- Molly, Molly, Molly,” He blabbers, rolling his hips as he rides it out and slowly lets go of her wrist as he calms down, softly batting at her hand when it becomes too much, though he jerks when she slides her fingers free.
She isn’t satisfied, however. She feels like she almost got something more before he started chanting her name. So, she sits up and grabs the dildo from where she’d sat it earlier and the matching harness buried deeper within the box. Will slowly blinked his eyes open to look at her, eyeing the toy again once Molly had it settled and attached, gulping as it bobbed up and down.
“Molly,” He breathes again.
“How did he fuck you?”
“What?” Will asks, eyes going from the toy to her face at the brash question.
“How did he fuck you, Will? Where? Did he take you on the counter? Spread your legs and pound away? Or did he do it somewhere else? I know it didn’t end there, right?” Molly hums, tilting her head as she reaches for the miniature bottle of lube that came included, popping the cap open and pouring it onto her hand to slick the toy up sufficiently.
Will gapes for a second but eventually gains his bearings, his pussy throbbing between his legs. “He…He fucked me against the dinner table,” He mumbles, shyer now that he was looking directly at his wife. “He b-bent me over it.” Like a whore, his mind told him.
“Hm, then let’s try it that way,” Molly says, sliding off of the bed and standing. “Bend over the bed.”
Will sucks in a breath at the command before he does just that, climbing off and leaning over the side of the bed, his elbows pressing into the soft mattress and duvet. He’s never seen Molly be quite like this. Sure, she had taken on a dominant role before, most times, in fact, but she’d always been gentle in her approach. Petting his hair, praising him each chance she got, and always making sure he was okay.
This…This was like-
He whimpers, shaking his head to clear the thought and tensing slightly when he feels Molly’s hand grab onto his waist to steady him.
“Are you ready, baby?”
Instead of speaking, he nods again, biting his bottom lip so hard he draws blood, the metallic taste spreading across his tongue and making him dizzy. Molly steps closer, taking one hand back to grab onto the thickness of the toy, then presses forward. She watches in awe as it slips inside Will, disappearing inch by inch until her hips are pressed flush against his ass. She watches Will’s shoulders shake and almost backs off to ask him if he’s okay, but his hand flies back, grabbing onto her hip and keeping her still.
“Fuck,” He whines, his head dropping against the mattress to rub his face against the covers and sheets. “So good.” He says quieter.
She recognizes the first sound as definitely not a pained one and the second statement only further solidified it. “Yeah? It feels good being filled up again, doesn’t it? Is this what he felt like?”
“D-Different,” Will whispers but is interrupted by his own moan when Molly pulls back and thrusts back in. “Ah!”
“What was that?”
“Di-Different, I said it felt different!” He corrects, speaking louder.
“Different how? Tell me. Was he bigger?”
“Oh, y-yes! He was- ah, fuckin’ huge!” Will groans, his hand gripping the sheets. “He was so big!” He whimpers.
“You couldn’t remember when he first fucked you, but you can remember how big his dick is?” Molly asks mockingly. “I guess we’ll have to buy another toy, maybe you can help pick it out this time. I didn’t realize my husband was such a slut for cock.” She ends the last sentence with a slap against the side of his ass, causing him to yelp as redness blooms against his pale skin.
“Ah! I-I’m not, I’m not!”
“You’re not what? A slut?”
Will sobs as he nods pathetically against the bed, rocking back against the strap around Molly’s hips.
“Say it then.”
“I’m- oh, I’m n-not! I’m not a s-slut!”
“Hmph, could’ve fooled me.”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah! It’s t-too much, too much!” Will cries, hands tightening in the covers of their bed and turning his knuckles a stark white. “I-I can’t!”
“Then stop moving, Will,” Molly says, looking down to where she’d stopped thrusting, watching Will bounce back against the thick toy again and again as he cried his little heart out. She sees when he realizes what he’s doing, too, his hips stuttering and slowing the slightest bit, though they never stop moving. “That’s what I thought. You just can’t help yourself, can you? You’re insatiable. I wonder how he dealt with you being so needy for dick.”
Will sobs again, his body trembling and tears leaking down his face. He’d closed his eyes again, his brain tricking him, blending together Molly’s voice with a much deeper, accented one in his mind.
“Did he make you moan like this?” She asks, a hand sliding up Will’s back until she could grab onto his messy, dark curls, tugging his head back as she fucked into him with all her might.
“Yes!”
“Did he make you scream like this?”
“Y-Yes, fuck!”
“Did he make you cry like this?”
“Ah, yes, yes!”
“Do you love him, Will?” Molly asks.
“Do you love me, mylimasis?” Hannibal asks.
“Yes, Hannibal!” Will screams, cumming so hard he sees black spots dancing in his vision, wetness splattering from between his thighs and making a mess, before he collapses against the bed, his knees trembling and legs giving out, causing him to nearly slump onto their hardwood floor.
It’s only in the deafening silence that Will slowly realizes what he said, and he pales.