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Meeting the family is always my fav fics to read!! I can imagine Lukas making his gf worry more by being like ‘yeah my mom is going to hateee you, maybe we shouldn’t do this’ just to be annoying 😝 his family obviously love her lmao
╰ Synopsis When you couldn’t join Macklin in Switzerland, a photo of a girl fixing his hair sends you spiraling with jealousy. Hurt and angry, you two argue, but later you realise you were wrong and Macklin apologises and explains everything.
tags/contains Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader. Angst with happy ending, established relationship, arguing, reader being jealous, miscommunication, mentions of Macklin drunk, 3.4k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I’ve been writing this fic since May 20 and I managed to finish it but gah damn 😭 sorry for the rushed ending 😇
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When it came to yours and Macklin’s relationship, support was everything and it was easily top three in the relationship.
You could’ve sworn you made it to every one of his games that lined up with your job schedule. And the ones that didn’t add up, you watched them online instead, and still were his biggest supporter.
This time around the year, the season had ended on a bittersweet note and the men’s worlds had come calling. Macklin was over the moon when he got the call up to represent team Canada once again.
You could see it in the way his eyes lit up every time he talked about it, and he was even happier about taking you along to Switzerland. He knew how much you loved nature, how you’d go on and on about mountains and the perfect views. “It’ll be perfect for you,” he’d said, pulling you into his lap one night. “You can go out while I’m at practice, and then we’ll explore together after.”
You’d been counting down the days, everything almost ready, but a week before leaving, your boss texted during dinner, explaining that a family emergency had come up and she needed to step away for a couple of weeks.
She asked if you could cover her shifts, said how she trusted you most, that the team couldn’t run smoothly without someone reliable like you stepping in.
“I can’t believe this,” you vented, pushing food around your plate. “Someone else can do it. I’ve been planning this trip for weeks, and I want to be there supporting you, not stuck here while you’re halfway across the world.”
Macklin set his fork down. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you’d be there if you could, but what if her family needs her, and she’s counting on you? I’ll still feel you supporting me every game. Switzerland will be there another time, I don’t want you stressing or feeling guilty the whole trip.”
You wanted to argue, to say screw it and leave with him anyway. The thought of missing out on cheering for him, of not sharing those mountain views with him, made you feel sad. But the guilt won out because what if her family really needed her, and you couldn’t shake the responsibility.
With a heavy sigh, you nodded. “Fine. I’ll do it. Promise you’ll text me every day?”
It had been the day after Canada won against Italy 0-6. Macklin had texted you earlier that he was heading out with Sam to celebrate, a few drinks with the guys.
You honestly couldn’t blame him for wanting to go out after a big win like that, he deserved to blow off some steam with his friend. You didn’t think much of it at all. Unfortunately the time zones made everything tricky, it was already evening in Switzerland while you were still in the afternoon lull back home.
In the kitchen, you threw together a quick dinner, as it simmered, you settled on the couch with your phone, scrolling through twitter out of habit. You searched for updates on team Canada, hoping for behind the scenes clips from the game.
Macklin’s name trended lightly, and you smiled at first, until you a video popped up of Sam and Macklin.
And to your surprise, it wasn’t just Macklin and Sam in the video. First few seconds of the clip, in the frame was only shown of Sam, but in background there was two other girls.
“What’s your name?” the girl recording asked Sam.
“Spin around,” Macklin said, his voice deep and heavy with drink, even though the girl hadn’t even shown him on camera yet.
The girl repeated his words obediently, “Spin around” clearly just as tipsy. Macklin had never mentioned there would be girls. He’d said it was just him and Sam and those girls looked way too comfortable.
Sam turned around to show the back of his jersey, and Macklin filmed it on his own phone too, muttering “Oh yeah”. The girl behind the camera asked again, “What’s your name?”
“Sidneh Crosbeh!” Macklin answered, dragging out the syllables in a weird, drunken exaggeration.
He pushed Sam lightly on the shoulder, urging him to turn again, repeating himself. Another girl stepped into the frame, closer to Macklin than you liked. “Do you want to wear it also?” she asked. He ignored her at first, focused on his phone, until the girl recording repeated the question.
Macklin finally answered. “No, I don’t.”
One small part of you felt relieved at his refusal. But then the girl behind the camera leaned in, “I want you to wear it.” You assumed it was her shirt, or whatever “it” was. The video cut off right after that, looping back to the beginning of the video.
Jealousy flooded your body like ice water. Upset wasn’t even the right word, you felt betrayed, even if nothing outright terrible had happened.
Why couldn’t Macklin just tell you there would be other girls? A simple heads up wouldn’t have been hard. He’d made it sound like a guys night, not this. Your appetite vanished as you set the bowl aside.
You decided to close the video and continue to scroll through twitter. You didn’t want this video to affect your mood, but how could it not? It wasn’t every day that other girls got to spend their night with your boyfriend, while you bed rotted home after work.
You wish you would’ve just closed the damn app. But you didn’t, your thumb kept scrolling, almost against your will, and another post about Macklin’s night out appeared at the top of your feed. You swore this one was even worse than the video. It was a photo and it hit you like a slap.
In the image, Macklin stood in the street, eyes closed. A girl was standing right in front of him, both of her hands gently in his hair, carefully fixing the messy strands like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers were threaded through the front of his hair, he looked completely at ease.
Another girl stood close by but your eyes kept snapping back to the girl touching Macklin. They were probably the same girls from the other video, you could see the jersey the girl been holding earlier draped over her arm. There was no question.
Your stomach dropped. What was she even doing? Fixing his hair? Playing with it? The intimacy of the moment made bile rise in your throat. Macklin had always been affectionate with you, letting you run your fingers through his hair when you were cuddling on the couch, but seeing another girl do it so casually, while he just stood there and allowed it.. it hurt more than you expected.
A hot tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand, feeling stupid for crying over a single photo. It was just his stupid hair, just a stupid drunk night out. But the jealousy burned anyway, and it was ugly.
How could he be so casual about letting someone else touch him like that? Did you even cross his mind while it was happening?
You finally locked your phone, the screen going dark in your hand. You headed straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on. The moment the water hit your shoulders, the tears came freely and you let them fall without fighting, mixing with the steam as quiet sobs shook your chest.
When you finally stepped out, you dried off slowly and slipped into your softest pajamas. Without thinking, you reached for Macklin’s shirt from the drawer, pulling it over your head. His scent lingered faintly on the fabric, and that only made the ache worse.
Back in your room, when you picked up your phone, it lit up with notifications. It was from Macklin, sent about twenty minutes ago.
Mack 🫰 Hiiiii baby I’m finally back at the hotel Missed you
You stared at the message, rereading it twice. How could he sound so normal? So casual and sweet.. You closed the app without replying and set the phone face down, padding to the kitchen for snacks. You grabbed a bag of chips and a soda, anything to keep your hands busy.
Meanwhile, in Switzerland, Macklin sat propped up against the headboard in his hotel bed, still a little buzzed but sobering up fast. He kept refreshing your chat every couple of minutes, waiting for those three dots to appear.
The message showed as read six minutes ago. “How was your day?” he typed quickly, hitting send, the message immediately switching to delivered.
Back home, you returned to your room with your snacks and picked up your phone again. Another notification waited that was one minute old.
Mack 🫰 how was your day?
You knew it was childish to ignore him. Part of you felt guilty but then you remembered, and the guilt faded. You weren’t the one being affectionate with random guys while he was thousands of miles away.
Macklin seeing that you had left him on read made his stomach twist with confusion. He stared at the screen, the little “read” timestamp mocking him. Did he do something? He’d been thinking about you all night and now this silence felt wrong.
Mack 🫰 hello??
You saw the notification pop up but didn’t open it, setting your phone back down on the bed beside the bag of chips.
A minute later, your phone started ringing. Macklin’s name flashed across the screen with a face time call and you declined without hesitation. The ringing stopped and started again. You declined the second call too, turning your phone over so you wouldn’t have to see his face right now.
In Switzerland, Macklin sat up straighter in bed, running a hand through his messy hair and sent another message.
The “most gorg woman eva has notifications silenced” banner appeared, and his chest tightened. You’d done that on purpose and he didn’t understand why you were ignoring him like this. All he’d wanted tonight was to get back to the hotel and talk to you.
Mack 🫰 Did I do something wrong? I miss you pls answer
He waited, staring at the screen, anxiety slowly replacing the leftover buzz from the night.
Back home, you let a few minutes pass in heavy silence before you finally picked up your phone again.
You opened his messages, the string of texts staring back at you. His sweet “hiiii baby” from earlier now felt almost mocking next to the worried ones. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, tears threatening to spill again as everything refused to leave your mind.
You started typing before you could talk yourself out of it, fingers flying across the screen with all the hurt you’d been holding in.
You bet you didn’t miss me when you were letting someone else touch your hair
You hit send, knowing it was petty, but you didn’t care. How else were you supposed to tell him what was actually tearing you up inside? At this point, you were already pissed enough that another argument wouldn’t make a difference. More crying wouldn’t change anything either.
Macklin read it almost instantly. The typing bubble appeared right away.
Mack 🫰 what?
Before you could respond, your phone started ringing again. This time you answered, but kept your camera off.
“Hello?” you said.
Macklin’s face filled his side of the screen. He looked tired, still in the same black hoodie from the night out. “What are you talking about?” he asked, confusion clear in his tone.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“I don’t,” he insisted. There was a long silence until he spoke again. “Can you turn your camera on?”
You switched it on. You didn’t give him time to speak. “You know, I thought you were just hanging out with Sam tonight.”
“I was” he said quickly.
“Really? If it was just you two, was I imagining the two girls in the video? The one recording you guys? The one who wanted you to wear her jersey?” Your voice cracked. “And then that girl touching your hair, like she had every right to?”
Macklin opened his mouth, but you continued, tears slipping down again. “I thought me touching your hair was something intimate between us. But clearly it means nothing if you let some random girl do it while you’re drunk and smiling. Maybe I’ve been imagining how close we are this whole time.”
On the other end, Macklin’s face crumpled. He hadn’t thought twice about it in the moment but hearing you say it like this, hearing you question what the two of you had, it broke something in him, but now he couldn’t blame you for feeling that way.
His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he stayed quiet, letting you get it all out.
You kept going. “I feel so stupid sitting here at home missing you, wearing your stupid shirt, thinking you’re out celebrating with your friend. Then I open social media and see you with those girls like I’m not even crossing your mind. Like I’m just replaceable the second I’m not there.”
Macklin finally spoke. “Y/n, please, it’s not like that at all-”
“What’s it like then?” you cut him off. “Do you let every girl touch your hair when I’m not around?”
“No, I don’t. They were just-”
“I don’t want to hear it, okay?” Your voice broke completely. “I’ve seen enough today. And if I didn’t cross your mind even once while that was happening, then there’s nothing left to talk about.”
You hung up before he could respond, the call ending abruptly. You dropped your phone onto the bed and curled into yourself, fresh tears falling freely. You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.
Had you overreacted? But you knew your feelings were valid if you were hurt.
After you hung up, Macklin threw his phone across the bed. It bounced off the pillow and landed near the edge. He rubbed his face hard with both hands, letting out a heavy sigh.
For the first time in a long time, he didn’t even care if the tears came. His chest felt tight, like someone had checked him into the boards and knocked the wind out of him. Was this really it? Over something so stupid?
“Dude,” Sam said quietly, sitting up in the other bed and walking over. He’d clearly heard most of the call. Macklin looked up, eyes glassy. “I just heard.. I’m sorry, man.”
Macklin stayed silent, staring at the floor.
Sam continued, guilt in his voice. “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have worn that jersey or let the girls hang around that long. I didn’t think it would blow up like this.”
“What do I do?” Macklin’s voice cracked. “She’s literally questioning everything we have. I don’t want this to be over over stupid shit like this. I don’t even know why I let her touch my hair.. it meant nothing. She doesn’t even want to talk to me anymore.”
Sam sat on the edge of Macklin’s bed, listening patiently as his friend spiraled. “It’s not over, dude. She loves you and that’s why she’s this mad. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t be crying over a photo.”
“But she said there’s nothing left to talk about,” Macklin said. “What if she means it? What if I actually fucked this up?”
Sam shook his head. “She doesn’t mean it. She asked if she even crossed your mind when it was happening. Did you think about her tonight?”
Macklin gave him an annoyed look, the sarcasm clear even through the panic. “Dude, I literally wanted to get back here and talk to her. Do you think I wasn’t thinking about her?”
Sam nodded slowly. “Okay, then make it right. Tell her that. I’m really sorry again, man. I wish it didn’t happen this way.”
Macklin just nodded. He reached for his phone again and tried calling you. You didn’t answer, you didn’t even decline. He hoped you had cried yourself to sleep instead of sitting there still hurting because of him.
He dropped the phone on his chest and stared at the ceiling, the fear of losing you settling deep in his stomach like never before.
The next morning, Macklin woke up with barely any sleep in his system. His eyes felt heavy as he checked the time: 8am, pactice was at 8:30, and the knot in his stomach hadn’t eased since last night.
He wasn’t expecting any messages from you, figuring you were still mad, but when he opened his phone, relief hit him like a wave. There was a notifications from you, sent 35 minutes ago.
Most gorg women eva 🫰 Call me when you’re done with practice We have to talk And call me in the morning california time
It had attitude, sure, but you were willing to talk and that was all that mattered. He got through practice on autopilot, mind elsewhere, then waited until the right timeand called you from the hotel.
You answered on the third ring. “Hello?”
“Hey,” he said softly.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment. Macklin finally broke the silence. “So um.. I’m sorry about yesterday.”
“Yeah?” You asked genuinely.
“Yeah. I don’t think we should’ve gone to bed mad, but I knew I needed to give you space. I would’ve explained everything if you hadn’t hung up. But not that it’s your fault-” he started rambling quickly, clearly terrified of messing up again.
“Macklin,” you cut him off gently. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve let you explain instead of jumping to conclusions. But the video and the photo.. genuinely hurt my feelings. That’s why I was so mad.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
You took a breath. “I just.. I wish I was there with you. I don’t know why I get so jealous.. I guess I hate when other women get to touch you and it can’t be me because you’re in a whole different continent. And I just hope nothing changes between us now after yesterday.”
“Y/n, don’t say that,” Macklin replied quickly, reassuring. “Nothing is ever going to change. I’m sorry you felt that way and I promise when I get back I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
“Okay.” A few seconds of comfortable silence passed before you added, “So.. what actually happened?”
Macklin exhaled, grateful for the chance. “Me and Sam were at a bar after the game. When we left, we ran into these two girls, I don’t know if they knew we’d be there or not, but they had a Crosby jersey. They gave it to Sam, he put it on, and everything happened pretty much like you saw in the video. They asked if I wanted to wear it too and I, of course, said no. Then the girl kept saying she wanted me to wear it and I still said no.”
You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. I was glad you said no, because then we would’ve had bigger problems.”
He chuckled softly, relieved. “And about the photo.. I don’t even really know why she was touching my hair or why I let her. I think the girl with the jersey wanted a picture with me and she was just fixing it real quick. It meant nothing, I swear, I barely remember it.”
You sighed. “Okay.. it’s really stupid when I hear it out loud. I just want things to be okay between us.”
“Baby, you’re the only one in my heart, no one else even comes close. Those girls were just random people we ran into for five minutes. You’re the only girl I want touching me, the only one I think about when I’m out there or lying in this hotel bed. I hate that I made you doubt that for even a second.” Macklin said sweetly, you could tell he was trying his best.
“Don’t ever get mad at me like that again, please. I was scared out of my mind. I’ll take you out when I get home, whatever you want.” He added.
“Bet,” you replied, back to your bubbly self. “But you’ll have to do more than just take me out.”
“I’ll do whatever,” he promised, sounding giddy.
At the end of the call, you added, “I love you.”
Macklin smiled widely, heart full again. “I love you too, baby.”
╰ Synopsis Your boyfriend can’t help himself to tease you when you’re nervous about meeting his family.
tags/contains Lukas Reichel x fem!reader. Fluff, teasing, meeting Lukas’s family, use of y/n, 1.8k words, requested.
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You and Lukas had been together for about four months now, but it felt like so much longer in the best way possible.
You’d met around Christmas time, being introduced through mutual friends at a holiday party in Vancouver. The spark had been instant , you both couldn’t deny it. A few weeks later, he asked you out properly, and from that first date, everything just clicked.
Now, the two of you had grown so comfortable with each other it was crazy and amazing at the same time. Some couples were still shy at this stage, tiptoeing around each other with polite touches and unsure kisses.
But not you and Lukas though, you’d already fallen into a rhythm that felt natural, like you’d known each other for years. You two spent mornings tangled in his sheets, his arm draped heavily over your waist as he pressed lazy kisses to your shoulder.
You were convinced his love language after physical touch, was teasing you. It didn’t matter what the situation was, he’d do it to cheer you up after a long day until you dissolved into giggles, or he’d do it just because he felt like it.
Lukas was ready to introduce you to his parents barely a month into dating. To him, it felt like it was the most natural next step because his mom had already been excited from the first time he mentioned you. It gave him even more reasons to push for it, his enthusiasm bubbling over like he couldn’t wait to show you off to the people he loved.
It would’ve been that easy if the timing had worked out. But with hockey games, travelling, practices, and him getting traded made any trips to Germany not realistic. You were honestly thankful for the delay, because it bought you time to breathe.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet his family, you did want to meet them eventually. The energy on face time calls always made you smile, and his parents seemed warm and genuine, asking about your job, your hobbies, even teasing Lukas about how smitten he sounded.
But the thought in the back of your mind stayed, what if they didn’t like you once they saw you face to face? What if his mom had always pictured him with someone from Germany with someone who understood the language fluently, fit seamlessly into their world?
Anytime Lukas brought up the fact that you’ll eventually have to meet his family in person, you groaned dramatically and buried your face deeper into whatever pillow or blanket was closest. “Do I have to?” you’d whine. “What if she doesn’t like me? Why can’t we just keep living like this, just the two of us? I’ll never have to be scared wondering if they will or won’t like me.”
“You’re just being delusional, babe” he said, chuckling at your complaints. “My mom already loves you. She asks about you every time we call, there’s nothing you have to worry about.”
“I’m not delusional.”
“Even if they didn’t like you, there’s nothing they could change. At the end of the day, you’re the one for me so it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.” He paused, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “But I’m still sure they’ll love you.”
“But it does matter. They have to like me, or I’ll literally die from the embarrassment of not being liked by them.”
“No you won’t die.” Lukas convinced you. Lukas had no issue with dealing with your nervousness, it was totally normal, but he wanted you to know that there was nothing to worry about.
You almost managed to dodge the topic every single time Lukas brought it up. You’d change the subject or distract him with kisses until he laughed and let it go.
But now there was no escaping it and you knew deep down it had to be done, and the faster you ripped off the bandage, the sooner the anxiety might finally ease.
The plane from Boston had touched down in Munich a couple of hours ago. After collecting your luggage, Lukas called an uber, and the two of you climbed into the backseat of the car headed toward his childhood home.
Lukas reached over and laced his fingers with yours, thumb brushing soothingly across your knuckles. “I don’t know if I told you,” he said casually, “but my brother’s wife and their baby will be there too, of course.”
“Oh wow, great,” you muttered, leaning your head against the seat. “Now I have even more reasons to be nervous.”
“Relax” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “It’s going to be fine.”
You turned to look at him. “Lukas, are you sure they’ll like me?”
He paused for a second, pretending to think it over with exaggerated seriousness. “Hm.. I don’t know. I think my mom is going to haaate you. Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore, if I’m being honest.”
You knew he was just being annoying on purpose because he loved winding you up like this but your mouth still fell open. You shoved at his chest lightly. “Shut up, you’re so stupid!”
“No, for real,” he insisted, flashing a wide, toothy grin that made his whole face light up. He was clearly fighting back laughter.
You groaned, laughing a little despite yourself. “You know, I always thought my boyfriend would make me feel better in situations like this, but I guess not.”
“I can make you feel better later if that’ll make me a good boyfriend?” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively.
You laughed and swatted his arm. “Just stop talking.”
You pulled up in the driveway of the charming house just as the sun was beginning to set. The uber came to a gentle stop, and Lukas quickly hopped out, grabbing both suitcases from the trunk with ease. You thanked the driver softly before stepping onto the gravel path beside him.
The front door swung open almost immediately, revealing a small group of smiling faces. His mom spotted you first, stepping forward with open arms, her expression warm and inviting. “Hi, darling! Come here,” she said, pulling you into a hug. “You’re even more beautiful in person. Lukas didn’t do you justice at all.”
Heat rushed to your cheeks. “Thank you so much,” you hugged her back. Her being so inviting, instantly calmed some of your nerves.
She moved on to hug her son tightly. Lukas grinned, then slipped right back to your side, his hand finding yours. “Everyone, this is y/n,” he said proudly. “Y/n, this is my dad, Martin.” You shook his dad’s hand politely. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Reichel.”
Next came his older brother Thomas and his wife Sarah. They both greeted you with easy smiles and hugs. Then his sister Theresa, who immediately pulled you into a side hug.
Inside, the house was cozy and lived in, with family photos lining the walls. “Your home is lovely,” you complimented, glancing around. They waved off the praise modestly and ushered everyone into the living room.
The evening unfolded better than you had dared to imagine. Conversation flowed naturally over dinner, as they asked about how you and Lukas had met from your perspective, you shared bits about growing up in Vancouver, your job, and what it was like adjusting to Boston.
After dinner, you and Lukas settled on the couch in the living room, his arm draped comfortably around your shoulders as you talked quietly about tomorrow’s plans. The house was peaceful now, the baby asleep upstairs and the rest of the family scattered.
“Oh, there you two lovebirds are! I was looking for you,” his mom said with a bright smile as she entered the room. She was holding a thick, well loved photo album and a blue folder tucked under her arm.
“Hi,” you replied warmly, sitting up a little straighter.
She settled on the couch right next to you, ignoring her son’s wary expression. “Gotta show y/n a few stuff,” she said, opening the album with clear excitement. Lukas’s facial expression immediately went in “oh no”, his eyes widening as he recognized the book.
The first pages were filled with baby pictures, round cheeks, messy hair, and the biggest toothless grin you’d ever seen. “Aww, Lukas” you cooed, unable to stop yourself. “You were so cute as a baby!”
His mom beamed and flipped to more pages. “Look at his first day of kindergarten,” she said, pointing at a photo of tiny Lukas in a bright backpack, clutching his mom’s hand. Another picture of him on the ice, in tiny skates, hockey stick almost bigger than he was.
She launched into an embarrassing story about how he once tried to impress a coach at the rink by skating backwards and fell right on his face. “Mom!” Lukas groaned.
“No, no, tell me more,” you laughed, patting his leg. “Lukas wanted to be funny this morning by joking with me, so go on.”
His mom laughed delightedly and kept turning pages, showing more photos while sharing sweet stories. You were completely charmed. “Could I get copies of a few of these?” you asked at one point, pointing to your favorites.
“Of course, darling,” she said, opening the blue folder which held even more prints. “His kindergarten teachers always said he was the most talkative child in class.”
“Oh, I bet he was.” you grinned, glancing at Lukas. “He still might be the most talkative person I know, but I love listening to him, so I don’t mind at all.”
His mom nodded. “Exactly! There was this one time-”
“Okay, Mom,” Lukas cut in quickly, standing up and gently pulling your arm softly so you rose with him. “I’m getting pretty tired. You want to go upstairs now?”
You smiled apologetically at his mom. “Thank you so much for showing me these. Goodnight.”
She waved you off with a happy smile. “Goodnight, you two. Sleep well.”
Lukas kept his hand on your lower back the whole way up the stairs, muttering about “can’t believe my family’s betraying me” while you tried not to laugh.
When you made it to his childhood room upstairs, Lukas closed the door behind you with a soft click. He didn’t waste a second and pulled you gently against his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand tilted your chin up.
Being taller, he always made you look up at him like this. “So.. do you like my family?” he asked, hazel eyes searching yours.
You nodded, warmth spreading through your chest. “Mhmm. I really do, they’re amazing.”
You rose up on your tiptoes to press a quick, sweet kiss to his lips. But as you started to pull away, Lukas chased the kiss, capturing your mouth again. Then another and another. Soft, playful popcorn kisses scattered across your lips, the corner of your mouth, and your nose until you couldn’t hold back a bright smile.
Hi girly!! Congrats on hitting 2k! May I request a wsh x older reader slow burn of unspoken feeling, wsh getting jealous cause he thinks he’s going to lose the reader, which leads night of wild sex and a morning after confession while still wrapped in each other tangled in the sheets.
please & thank you! 💖
Hello!! Thank you love this request, but pls I don’t think I really did wild sex but enjoy!!
╰ Synopsis You never meant to fall for a younger guy, especially not the one who happened to be your friends younger brother. Will doesn’t waste his time to get to know you and a night after getting jealous, it leads to a night you two will never forget.
tags/contains Will Smith x fem!reader. Fluff, angst, smut. Older!reader, slight age gap (2 years), slow burn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealous Will, friends brother, use of y/n, smut, 18+, NSFW, oral (f receiving), p in v, porn with plot, marking, just all of freaky stuff, 3.9k words, requested.
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When you met Grace on a night out with your friend, you didn’t expect the two of you to grow so close.
It was one of your first nights out as a newly minted 21 year old. You’d only brought your closest friend with you to the club to keep things lowkey. You weaved through the crowded floor, drink in hand, when you accidentally bumped into a pretty blonde girl.
To your surprise and thankful, she laughed instead of getting annoyed, and the two of you ended up chatting at the bar for nearly an hour. By the end of the night, you exchanged numbers with the promise of “we should hang sometime”.
You hadn’t taken it too seriously at first, she was a few years older than you so you were sure she’d grow bored of you. But after a couple of coffee dates, the two of you realised how close you’d gotten and despite the small age gap, it felt like you’d known each other forever.
On midsummer Grace invited you over to her family’s house for a casual backyard celebration. Saying how there would be only a few people, mostly her family, her parents, her younger brother. Adding the fact that he’s 19 and how you might have to deal with him.
You’d shrugged it off with a laugh. Younger guys had never been your type, especially not your friend’s little brother. The idea barely registered as you agreed, excited more about spending time with Grace than anything else.
And that’s what you thought too. Until the moment you pulled up to the Smith family’s house that evening. Grace greeted you at the door with a bright hug, handing you a cold drink before tugging you through the house and out into the sunlit yard. She guided you through the yard, until your eyes landed on the blond.
He was taller than you’d pictured, with messy blond hair catching the golden light, he was shirtless and yes, you didn’t mean to look at how nice his abs were, but you couldn’t help it when your eyes kept looking. He was undeniably attractive but that was it.
The first few times you came over after that, each visit chipped away at your indifference. The way his blue eyes stared at you a second too long, his voice when he asked about your day, how his laugh seemed deeper when it was directed at you.
He was handsome, handsome type that crept up on you until you found yourself noticing every feature of his. The way his shirts stretched across his chest, the flex of muscle in his arms when he reached for something.
And it didn’t take long for Will to make his move. That summer, during yet another gathering, he caught you alone by the side of the house grabbing another drink from the cooler. He leaned against the wall, giving you a smile showing his all 32. “Hey.. since you’re around so much, mind if I get your number?” he asked. “Just in case.”
You smiled and handed it over. The thought of you thinking it was ‘just in case’ crossed Will’s mind of course, but Will knew it wasn’t just that.
Will started texting you like two nights after asking for your number. Firstly he started telling you about training, questions about your favourite songs, what you were doing on the weekends and lastly he soon started texting you good morning messages.
You honestly even kept waiting for the guilt to hit so you’d text Grace and say, “Hey, your brother won’t stop messaging me” but the time never came because you enjoyed it more than you wanted to admit. Some nights you even caught yourself typing first, heart picking up when his reply popped up within seconds or sometimes when you thought he wouldn’t reply and you’d embarrass yourself.
Grace had seen the two of you on your phones more than once, eyebrows raised but she never pushed. And you convinced yourself she didn’t suspect anything.
Without Grace around as a buffer, Will was different. And by the time you were close friends, you started to suspect maybe he was into you.
Will was aware of you being older. He knew from the start the way older guys gravitated toward you like moths to a flame. Confident men in their twenties and beyond, with their careers and effortless charm, lingered at bars or parties whenever you were around.
He couldn’t blame them really, the way you carried yourself with assurance that came from having a few more years of life figured out, and it was magnetic.
Will knew you shut most of them down politely, only letting a guy buy you a drink if it was harmless and your friends were there. Will told himself he could do that too, hell, he wanted to be the one getting you drinks, pulling out your chair, making you laugh until your eyes crinkled at the corners.
But not because he was trying to play catchup, but because he wanted your attention on his terms. As himself. The version of him that lit up when you texted first, the one who remembered your favorite flowers and told you things he wouldn’t really tell anyone else.
Being younger meant he got reminded of the gap constantly. Girls your age were supposed to want someone established, someone who didn’t still get carded at certain bars. Will felt it every time you got approached in public. He started positioning himself behind you at gatherings or nights out, his chest sometimes brushing your back, his hand sometimes ghosting near your waist.
And when he thought his jealousy couldn’t get worse, it hit hardest the night you visited him in San Jose.
The sharks had just pulled off a win, Will had texted you to wait by the side exit where a few players sometimes stopped for quick autographs. As he promised he won’t be too long.
You stood near the door, scrolling on your phone, paying little attention to the thinning crowd. Until a tap on your shoulder made you turn. Celebrini stood there, offering a friendly smile. “Hey, you waiting for Will? You’re his friend, right?”
You nodded, returning the smile. “Yeah, that’s me. Oh, you’re Macklin, great game tonight, by the way. I’ve seen you play pretty much, I think you’re amazing.”
“Thanks,” he chuckled, cheeks slightly reddening at the thought of talking about himself. “Appreciate it. It’s kinda crazy Will left you standing out here alone, though.”
You laughed lightly, shrugging. “No, it’s totally fine. I don’t mind waiting, and now I’m not really alone.” The words were appreciative, your tone warm as you chatted with him.
Will had stepped out just in time to catch the exchange, he froze a few feet away, his bag slung over his shoulder. Macklin’s comment sank deeper than it should have, he knew it wasn’t anything overtly flirty, but to Will it echoed every online comparison he’d seen.
Social media loved pitting them against each other, and in Will’s mind, it always circled back to you. You were stunning, confident, older so why wouldn’t you look at Macklin and see exactly what you were “supposed” to want?
Now that you were 23 and Will had turned 21, the season had ended on a bittersweet note, and you found yourself on yet another visit to San Jose.
By now you were one hundred percent sure Grace suspected something. Every time you mentioned flying out to see Will, her responses was anything along, “have fun with my brother” or “tell Will I said hi.. and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She never judged you, and if anything, she seemed supportive.
Will had offered you his place since Macklin was away for the worlds, leaving the apartment empty. He suggested going out for drinks with a few of his friends tonight, and you agreed. Why stay cooped up alone when you could watch him laugh under the lights?
The group was lively at first, but after an hour or so, his friends started peeling off with a smirk. “Oh, we know,” one of them said something along those lines, with a wink as they grabbed their jackets. “We’ll leave you two to it.”
You both kept it light tonight, a couple of well made cocktails sat between you, fruity and refreshing. The conversation flowed easily, until eventually Will excused himself joking about how alcohol pee hits different and quickly went to the bathroom.
He wasn’t gone long, the men’s line moved fast, and he was heading back toward your seats less than three minutes later. But when his eyes found your spot at the bar, his steps faltered.
Some guy was now sitting in his stool. He was leaning in, saying something that made you laugh. A fresh drink sat in front of you, condensation already beading on the glass. You looked entertained, polite but engaged, nodding along as the stranger gestured.
Will’s stomach dropped. He had thought you were past this. Past letting guys buy you drinks just because they could. He believed you were finally enjoying his company enough that you didn’t need the attention from anyone else and apparently he’d been wrong.
The jealousy he’d carried since the start, flared hot and ugly in his chest. Maybe this is it, he thought bitterly. Maybe you really are just Grace’s friend, and that’s all you’ll ever see me as. The younger brother who’s fun to text but not enough to choose.
But who was he fooling? If you turned around right now and asked him to do something, he’d do it without hesitation like a damn puppy, tail wagging, heart fully invested. That’s how deep he was in this.
Will sighed and made his way back to the bar. His eyes locked on you immediately, and yours found him just as fast. Something changed in your expression but he pushed forward anyway.
“Excuse me,” Will said, voice edged. “Mind if I get my seat back?”
The guy turned, eyebrows raised. “Your seat-?”
“He’s here with me, actually,” you cut in, gesturing toward Will with a small smile. The stranger looked between you two, then shrugged.
“Well, okay then. I’ll see you around.” He slid off the stool and disappeared into the crowd.
Will sat down, but the easy joy from earlier had vanished. Every time you tried to restart the conversation, he answered with short, clipped responses.
You realized quickly that he was annoyed. “Will, do you want to go home?” you asked softly after another one word reply.
He nodded once. “Yeah, let’s go.”
The uber ride back to his apartment was quiet. As soon as you stepped inside, Will headed straight for the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water like he needed something to do with his hands.
You followed, leaning against the counter. “Will, is there something wrong?”
He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. “It’s just funny, I guess. You’re out with me and then some guy buys you a drink right in front of me.”
You stepped closer until you were standing right in front of him, tilting your head up to catch his eyes. “Are you jealous?”
His cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not-”
“You definitely are,” you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.
Before he could deny it again, you leaned up slowly, brushing your lips against his in tease. That was all it took, Will’s restraint snapped. He pushed forward, capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. His hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him as the tension finally broke open between you.
You pushed your body flush against his until your hips met, feeling the hard line of him straining against his jeans. His hands slid slowly down from your waist to your ass, grabbing a generous handful and squeezing hard enough to make you moan into his mouth.
His fingers dug into your thighs next, patting them in a clear signal. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Will turned, not breaking the kiss and set you down on the kitchen counter. You slid your hands up to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as he pressed forward between your spread legs.
He kissed down your jaw to your neck, sucking a dark love bite just below your ear before soothing the sting with his tongue. You gasped, tugging at his hair, hips rolling instinctively against him.
“Will..” you breathed.
He hummed against your skin, hands roaming greedily under your shirt. But you wanted more than the kitchen counter, so you pushed him back gently and jumped down, taking his hand and tugged him along.
Will followed for only a few steps before his patience broke. He scooped you up bridal style without warning, making you laugh breathlessly as he carried you faster down the short hallway.
Will laid you down gently on the bed, your head sinking into the pillows as he hovered over you, propped up on his elbows. One hand cradled your chin, while the other slipped under your shirt, warm palm gliding over your stomach.
He leaned back in, kissing you deeply. Your tongues meeting hot, the taste of cocktails and pent up longing mixing between you. You sighed into his mouth, fingers tracing the muscles of his back.
Will pulled away just long enough to sit up on his knees and tug his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered at the sight, you’d known he was attractive since the first time you saw it, but this was different. His body had filled out even more from the extra gym work, his tempting v line disappearing into his jeans.
He looked like he belonged on a magazine cover, not in your arms.
You sat up, taking his wrist and guiding his hand to the hem of your shirt. He understood instantly and pulled it over your head, revealing the red lace bra underneath. Will’s eyes widened, his lips parting.
Will swore this was the best thing he’d seen in his life. He skipped everything else because no one compared and now that you were here, looking like this, he knew he didn’t deserve it but he was so fucking grateful.
He asked shyly, “Can I take it off?”
You nodded. His fingers fumbled with the clasp for a moment, his nerves and eagerness making him clumsy until it finally gave way. He tossed the bra aside and eased you back onto the pillows.
His mouth found your neck again, then trailed lower, kissing across your collarbone before reaching your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling. The moan that escaped you seemed to encourage him.
“God, you sound so pretty,” he murmured against your skin, and continued downward, lips brushing over your stomach. When he reached the waistband of your jeans, his fingers slipped inside, eyes flicking up to yours for permission.
“Please,” you breathed.
Will didn’t think twice and unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down slowly, taking your matching red lace panties with them. Once you were bare, he settled between your legs, kissing your inner thighs softly, not wasting his time to work his way higher.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice full with want. “So fucking wet already.. all for me?”
He hooked your legs over his shoulders, strong hands gripping your thighs to hold you open. The first slow lick up your center pulled a sharp gasp from you. Will groaned at your taste, the vibration sending sparks through your body. He licked again, tongue circling your clit before sucking it gently between his lips.
Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening as pleasure built. You pushed him closer when he found the perfect rhythm, hips rolling against his mouth. Will hummed in approval, the sound low and filthy.
He slid one finger inside you, then two, curling them just right while his tongue worked your clit faster. The combination had your back arching, moans growing louder. Will’s free hand stayed firm on your thigh, keeping you pressed to him as he devoured you like a man starved.
Will kept going, like he’d been waiting years just to taste you. His tongue circled your clit with perfect pressure while his fingers curled deep inside, hitting that spot that made your thighs shake. You were bucking against his face now, hips chasing the pleasure as it built higher and higher.
“Will- fuck, right there,” you gasped, fingers tightening painfully in his hair.
He groaned against you and used his strength to pin your hips down to the mattress, holding you still so he could devour you exactly how he wanted. The added pressure pushed you over the edge, your orgasm crashed through you hard, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name.
He didn’t stop and licked you through every wave until you were trembling and breathless, thighs clamped around his head.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny and breathing ragged. He sat up, quickly unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and boxers down in one impatient motion. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening.
Will crawled back over you, hovering close. “Was that good?” he asked, almost shy.
“Fuck yeah,” you laughed breathlessly. “Never had better. Jesus, Will.”
He grinned, pride flashing across his face, and leaned down to kiss you, as you tasted yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “Can you take more? I don’t want to push-”
You nodded immediately.
His smile was bright and relieved. Feeling bold, you planted your hands on his chest and flipped both of you over. Will let you take control, moving until his back rested against the headboard and you climbed into his lap, straddling him, knees on either side of his hips.
You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly before lining him up. Then you sank down inch by inch, taking him inside you. The stretch was perfect, filling you completely. Will’s head fell back against the headboard with a groan.
“Fuck.. you feel so good,” he breathed, hands gripping your waist tightly. “So tight.. a-and so warm.”
You started moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm. When you leaned backward, bracing your hands on his thighs, the angle shifted and hit a new spot that made you moan loudly. Will’s grip tightened, helping guide you, sometimes pulling you down harder onto him with each thrust upward.
“Shit- just like that,” he cursed, eyes locked on where your bodies joined. “You’re going to kill me. What a w-way to die.” He joked, moaning while trying to talk.
A few moments later, you leaned forward again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your chest to his. Your fingers scratched lightly down his back, leaving faint red lines that only seemed to spur him on. Will buried his face in your neck, kissing and biting as you rode him faster.
“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered hotly against your skin, voice breaking with pleasure.
The words, combined with the way he filled you and the friction against your clit, sent you spiraling again. You came hard around his cock, squeezing him rhythmically as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Will groaned loudly, hips stuttering.
“Baby- I’m close,” he warned.
You kept moving through your orgasm until he lifted you just enough to pull out. He stroked himself twice more and came with a deep moan, thick ropes landing across your stomach and lower chest. His head tipped back, breathing heavy, face flushed with satisfaction.
You still sat in his lap, both of you breathing hard as you came down from the high. A lazy smile tugged at your lips when you finally caught your breath. Will looked at you like you’d hung the stars, his hands still gently holding your hips.
He leaned in for one more soft kiss before carefully lifting you off him and laying you back down on the pillows. “Stay right here”.
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned moments later with a warm, damp cloth. With gentle touches, he cleaned his release from your stomach and between your thighs.
Once he was done, he tossed the cloth back into the bathroom and rummaged through his closet. He slipped on a pair of black boxers, then brought you one of his soft t-shirts and another pair of his boxers.
Will climbed back into bed and lifted the sheets. He opened his arms wide in invitation and you didn’t think twice, sliding in and pressing your chest against his as you both lay on your sides. Your arms wrapped around his waist while his circled you, one hand stroking slowly up and down your back. You tangled your legs together, bodies fitting perfectly.
“It was amazing,” you murmured against his skin. “Thank you.”
Will kissed your forehead, lips lingering there. “I know,” he agreed. “Goodnight” Wrapped in each other’s warmth, the steady beat of his heart against yours lulled you.
The next morning you woke up still tangled in each other exactly as you’d fallen asleep. Your legs were intertwined, your face pressed against Will’s chest, and his arm was wrapped securely around your waist.
You shifted slightly, and Will stirred, humming softly as he woke. “How’d you sleep?” Will asked a few minutes after waking up.
“Definitely better than other nights when the bed beside me is empty,” you replied with a small smile.
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. Will’s fingers traced lazy circles on your lower back before he spoke again.
“Y/n.. this is honestly so embarrassing, but after last night, what do I have to lose?” He swallowed. “Yesterday made me realize how much I really want to be with you. I’ve known it for a long time of course, because every time I saw you with other guys, letting them buy you drinks, it drove me crazy. But I always felt like I’d just be ‘Grace’s younger brother’ to you. And I think last night proved I can’t let you go and I don’t want to.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but he continued, the words tumbling out.
“I know you’ve had other options, but I ignore everyone else just for you. I just need to know, was this something real? Or was I just a nightstand for you because-”
You lightly hit his chest. “Okay, first of all, don’t say it like that.” You softened your voice. “And no because it was genuine. Why would I ever hook up with my friend’s brother if I didn’t want you? I’m here in bed with you because I want you. The truth is.. the day I saw you, I thought you were cute. I told myself it was just a first impression and it would fade, but it never did. I’ve never really been into younger guys, but I think I’m really gone for you, Will. Sometimes the best things come when you least expect it.”
Will’s face lit up with a shy, happy smile. He let out a little giggle. “I’m actually into older women, if you didn’t know.”
You laughed. “So.. how are we going to tell my sister about this?” he asked.
“I mean, she’s not stupid. She’s probably suspected for a while but we’re definitely not telling her the details of last night,” you said, grinning.
Will nodded, laughing. “Agreed.” He pulled you closer. “Now tell me.. what was your actual first impression of me that day on midsummers?”
summary — part 2 to "am i making you nervous?" :: you just had the best sex of your life, and it was with none other than your best friend. as the night continues, you question your feelings, fraser gives you three more orgasms, and after he accidentally lets something slip, you’re both finally forced to confront the elephant in the room. safe to say, this truly was the best night of your life.
warnings/tags — explicit smut, (best) friends to lovers, unprotected sex/creampie (again, always better to be safe than sorry!), squirting, cussing, pwp(?), kind of mutual pining, fraser is a sub for one millisecond, munch fraser (oral f and m receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, praise kink, dumbification, dirty talk, couch sex, he takes his glasses off here..., accidental love confession, quite fluffy!, pet names (baby, sweet girl, good girl), intended lowercase, use of y/n, sort of proofread but also not reaaaally. 18+ content! read at ur own discretion!
word count — 3,350
a/n — i tried to make this a stand alone but idrk how that went along 😭 also, if the scene where fraser gives head sounds awkward let's please uhm,, not talk about it,, bc ive never actually received good head before so i have no clue what that's like. anyways! thank u for all the love on the first one!!
one word you wouldn't use to describe yourself was greedy.
but right now, as you lay on all fours, begging fraser for more after he'd just given you the best orgasm you've ever had, greedy might be the most fitting word for you.
"fraser, please…"
fuck. he was a goner.
while fraser was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the past ten minutes, some sort of post-climax clarity hits you, and you start to wonder about what the aftermath of this could be. will you ever be able to look him in the eye again? would he ever be able to look you in the eye again? do you become best friends who fuck on occasion and end up ruining the bond you previously had? will you be left wanting more, only to be crushed when fraser tells you he doesn't feel the same way?
because it turns out… that small crush you had might not be so small after all.
your line of thought is cut off when fraser shifts, hands moving across your ass before he gets to your dripping cunt. he collects some of the cum leaking out, and stuffs it back in, emitting a moan out of you.
"more, huh?" and just like that, he's switched over to that bolder version of him– the version of him that exists with one goal and one goal alone: to please you.
he can feel his dick start to stiffen again; the sight of you like this was something he'd kill to see forever. teary eyes, disheveled hair, swollen lips, a faint bruise ghosting your hips, and you trembling in way that isn't visible, but could be felt under his touch. everything was so overwhelming.
but before he got too hard, fraser knew one thing he had to do. taste you.
"frase—" you start, voice whinier than ever.
"shh, i know baby, i know," he murmurs, voice entirely too soft for what he's doing—or is about to do. "but i wanna taste you first, is that okay with you?"
fuck, he was so fucking intoxicating. his voice was still sweet - it's the same voice you've heard pretty much everyday growing up, only now, it was tinged with something rough, dark, and… primal.
you nod as hard as you can, unable to muster anything other than: "please."
fraser wastes no second before sinking into you, groaning the second his tongue makes contact with your heat. he licked a long stripe up your pussy, then he pushed his tongue in, and as he does so, he can taste himself in you. that's when he's convinced this is heaven. right here, burying his face into you, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as your legs shake and you moan out his name like it's the only word you know.
he involuntarily bucks his hips up, grinding across the couch for any friction he could get. you taste so good his cock hurts from how hard he is.
as he explores the soft walls of your pussy, he moves his left hand to stimulate your clit and it feels so good your vision starts to blur. then he takes his tongue out, only to insert his finger in as he starts sucking on your clit. when fraser realizes you could take one more, he inserts a second finger, and you don't know if it was because of your prior orgasm, but you cum so suddenly it shocks you.
in fact, you squirt all over him, and fraser only realizes he still has his glasses on when it splashes onto his lenses.
he takes them off and continues thrusting his fingers in to let you ride your orgasm out before removing them. however, he's still lapping at you, drinking in everything you released, including what was dripping down your thigh.
then fraser snaps out of whatever trance your pussy put him in.
"holy shit…" he pants, face flushed, and lips drenched in your juices.
he notices you're still slightly trembling, and turns you around, letting you recover a little. his cock throbs when you pull him in for a kiss the second he turns you, and his heart warms at the thought of you wanting to kiss him just as much as he wants to kiss you.
it felt like you would've been kissing forever if he didn't pull away, although he was reluctant to do so. "do you need water?"
you hadn't even realized your mouth had turned into the sahara until fraser asked, and even though there's nothing you want more than to just continue, your body has its needs, and you might've passed out in the middle of sex if he hadn't asked you.
the attentiveness makes your head spin, but not in the way it had when he was fucking your brains out just earlier. this time, it had your brain spinning with thoughts you never dared to entertain before. as unwanted as they are, there's no stopping the smile that spreads across your lips.
"yes, please," you slurred, and you both laugh at how fucked out you sounded.
when he stands up to get you water, your eyes don't miss how insanely hard his dick is and that only makes your head spin more. partly because you knew that was going to be drilling inside you again, but mostly because… wow. he was rock fucking solid, and he still put your needs first.
it was honestly the bare minimum, but in a world where so many guys' consideration disappeared the second they're having sex, your heart can't help but flutter.
ohhhh no. fraser better hurry and make you cum again before your thoughts drift further off and become uncontrollable.
he's back with a cup of water and a small smile on his face.
"thank you," you say before downing the whole thing.
"always."
you set your cup down, and you spend a couple of seconds just looking at each other, like you're silently communicating that you're both aware this isn't the same anymore. but that can't happen… can it?
you break the ice as your eyes trail down to his cock still standing uncomfortably tall, "soo… are we gonna do something about that?"
fraser gulps, opening his mouth to reply, but you're inching closer and closer to his cock, looking like you've come straight out of his wet dreams, so he has to bite his lip to avoid letting out an embarrassing moan.
"n-no, i'm supposed to make you forget…" he says, cursing himself for stuttering, but can you blame him, when he can feel your breath on his pulsating cock that's been begging for attention ever since he licked that stripe across your slit?
"mmm, i dunno frase… having you fuck my face sounds like a pretty good way to forget."
you end the sentence with a bat of your eyelashes, and fraser truly can't believe this is happening to him right now.
before he's able to reply, you wrap your hand around him and he lets out a shaky exhale. "fuck…"
that brings a smile to your face as you continue stroking him, squeezing him at random times which sends his eyes flying wide open each time. you're stroking him at a torturous pace, but it was purposeful. you wanted to rile him up, to push him to the point of abandon.
"fuck, y/n– just…" he mutters, a whine slipping in his usually leveled tone.
"just what, fraser?" you smirk, stopping your movements entirely which makes him let out a frustrated groan.
"just do it, already," at this point, his teeth were clenched and his patience was running thin.
"i need you to be a bit more specific…" you hold back a giggle, but fraser notices, and that's when he realizes what you were playing at.
he doesn't reply, instead, opting to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and guide you onto him himself. "that's right, open up, baby."
the pet name sends a flurry of butterflies to your stomach again, but you ignore them, trying your hardest to break fraser with your mouth. but, unbeknownst to you, you'd already broken him from the moment your lips found his.
the beads of precum taste salty, and you lick around his head to taste more. fraser hisses at the feeling of your hot mouth and tongue engulfing his tip, eyes threatening to close shut from the pleasure, but he knows there's no way in hell he's missing this view.
fraser's big, but not so big that you couldn't deep-throat him without your gag reflexes acting up. when you reach the base of his cock, you hum, and the vibrations make fraser tighten his grip on your hair, letting out a deep groan.
"you're insane…" he pants, still keeping eye contact as you pull away to catch your breath. this time, fraser lets you work your magic—dragging your tongue across the whole length with a teasing smile on your face, then flicking over the slit when you reach the top. that gets a moan out of him, and you clench at nothing over the sound, fueling you to keep going.
fraser's caressing your head as you take all of him in again, making sure you show every vein, every ridge, every detail, some love, and there's not an inch of him that goes unexplored.
fraser betrays himself and shuts his eyes close, pleasure too overwhelming to keep them open. he focuses on the way your tongue is moving, the air you're exhaling out of your nose that makes him shudder, and the sound of slurping filling the room — the episode playing on the TV long forgotten.
he opens his eyes again, looking down to see you already looking up, eyes filled with tears. he moves the hand in your hair to pat your cheek.
"your mouth was just made for me, wasn't it?" you nod, replying with a muffled 'mhm' which sends another wave of vibrations through him, making him tip his head back in an attempt to keep it together.
"ohh, fuck…" fraser moaned, starting to buck his hips up, both of his hands now holding your head in place.
his eyes were shut tight, relishing in the perfect way your lips suctioned him and the perfect way you moaned against him. but as he feels his release building, he realizes there's a better place to cum in.
he suddenly pulls you off of him, and for a split second, fraser debates whether to turn you around or fuck you in missionary – because if he had to look at you while buried inside you like this, he honestly wasn’t sure he’d make it out alive.
the weight tips quickly in his head, and he turns you around.
you're surprised you aren't on your back, but you don't have to think about it too much before his voice interrupts your thoughts.
"tell me what you want, baby. tell me how you want it."
your anticipation skyrockets, tightening around nothing over the hunger that's so terribly evident in his voide.
"just please fraser. lose yourself, make me forget, and give it to me. i need you."
the raw vulnerability in your voice, practically begging him to let go of his inhibitions, is what finally does it for him. there were so many moments throughout tonight where he thought, this is it, but nope – this was it. you telling him you need him.
"everything," he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous promise, "you're taking everything."
there's absolutely no more hesitation as he grips your hips, anchoring you in place as he lines himself up. he enters you in one long, powerful, and unapologetic thrust that seems to reach all the way to your soul, and you almost scream at the feeling.
"ah— fuck!" you moaned, just as a low primal groan escapes his throat. he's slamming into you with no remorse, and you're sure the couch is never gonna recover from this.
he finds a relentless rhythm, and you swear wind gets knocked out of you with each of fraser's thrusts. he's no longer just your sweet best friend; he is a man possessed by the need to claim you, to drown out every bad memory and every ounce of stress you've carried all day.
he's driving into you with desperation, movements becoming faster and more frantic when he feels your cunt tighten around him, swallowing him whole. your mouth was heaven, but this… this transcended it.
"thaaat's it… just focus on me," he leans to growl into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "forget everything else – it's just you and me, y/n. just me."
every thrust is a declaration, every heavy breath a testament to how much he's been hiding beneath that calm, sweet exterior. every thrust shows his determination to leave you so completely shattered that the only thing you can feel is the shape of him inside you.
your head was spinning with each slam of his hips. this position allowed more of fraser's strength, and you felt it. the feeling was so overwhelming — every vein, ridge, and the swollen tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. you were drooling now, unable to help yourself. the sounds coming from both of you—your whimpers, his moans, the sound of his pelvis hitting your ass and his balls brushing against the insides of your thighs—were borderline pornographic.
"feels good?" he asks, speeding up his thrusts to a pace unimaginable. you can't even form a coherent reply, answering him with a bunch of unintelligible mumbles and murmurs. he can only laugh.
"my sweet, good girl... you've really been fucked dumb, huh?" you nod, and he continues. "anybody ever fuck you like this?" then you shake your head, mustering up all your power to reply with a simple 'no!' but it sounded nothing like it—just a bunch of moans and whimpers.
you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, and start tapping on the couch from how intense it was, but you didn't want him to stop, and you let him know by yelling (what seemed to be) "don't stop!" over and over again until it sounded coherent.
knowing you want to keep going, your action of tapping out, has him smirking. huffing out a sweet laugh—contradicting his current not-so-sweet deeds. "what? you wanted this, so take it. take all of your best friend's big cock."
the sheer audacity of him to refer to himself as your best friend as he wrecks you makes your heart race even faster than the physical sensation. it was a delicious, dizzying contradiction.
fraser is completely gone now. the restraint he usually prides himself in has been incinerated by the heat of your body and the desperation in your voice. he sees the way you're tapping on the couch; a frantic, rhythmic signal of how much you're struggling to handle him and it only encourages him. that little smirk on his face is pure, unadulterated mischief, a flash of the confident, dominant man he keeps hidden behind his gentle smiles.
"nnngggfhh," your moans are muffled with the way your face is planted on the couch, and fraser can't believe how much he loves hearing you so absolutely lost, only able to produce cute little noises.
he finds your clit again and you scream. that was possibly the loudest you've ever screamed.
"you're so loud for me, y/n," he groans, voice thick with a dark, satisfied pride. "i love how much you need this. i love how much you need me."
and he doesn't know if it was the intoxicating feeling of your pussy wrapped so perfectly around him, or something else, but he pulls out and flips you around, shutting up any complaint that was at the tip of your tongue by sliding back in immediately.
and right away it feels different. this time he can see you, every proof of pleasure on your face: your unfocused eyes, the drool, how your eyebrow twitched. and it felt so much more… intimate.
this was really you.
and just like you asked, he's losing himself. losing himself in you, in the pleasure, in his indisputable feelings for you.
he can feel you reaching the edge the way your muscles are twitching and your breath is coming in short, jagged gasps. he knows you're right there, teetering on the brink of total oblivion, and he wants to be the one to push you over. he wants to be the reason you lose your mind.
"cum for me, y/n," he commands, his voice dropping into a low, intense rumble that vibrates through your entire body. "show me how much you want it. show me how much you love this dick."
he delivers a series of rapid, punishingly deep thrusts, his entire body tensing as he pushes himself to the absolute limit. he's driving you toward the peak, his eyes fixed on the way your body is reacting to him, waiting for the moment you finally break.
it's not long before you completely shatter onto him, moaning his name like a mantra, as your toes curl and your eyes roll all the way to the back of your head.
then the feeling of him chasing his own high while his thumb continued rubbing your clit made you overstimulated.
you're pretty much limp at this point as fraser continues to thrust into you, but the urgency is no longer there. you already came, and that's all that matters to him.
soon, he's nearing his own climax, and he's repeatedly saying, "take it, take it like the good girl you are."
you're whining, but the overstimulation starts turning into pleasure and you move your hips to match his thrusts, finally regaining some of your brain power.
he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss, saying: "that's it... god, y/n... just like that..." in between kisses.
he gasps, which sounded awfully like a sob, and you couldn't help but clench around him. he delivers one final, devastating thrust, before burying himself deep, pouring himself into you. and surprisingly, the feeling of his hot seed filling you up sends you over the edge again, vision going absolutely white as your body shudders with intensity.
fraser tries to help you ride your orgasm out, but he was exhausted, and he could only really manage four shallow thrusts before collapsing on top of you. he pulls out as he rolls over, nuzzling into your neck before impulsively uttering, "i love you."
at that, you freeze, and so does fraser.
"oh, fuck– i meant…" he trails off, eyebrows furrowed with worry, but he doesn't know how to excuse what he just said.
"you meant..?" you continue, hoping it wasn't just a slip of the tongue.
when fraser doesn't reply, you think: fuck it.
"fraser i… i think i love you too," his eyes widen.
"what?"
"look– i think love's a strong word, but i truly have liked you for a while, and if this aching feeling in my chest isn't love, then what is it?" his eyes continue to widen and his mouth is now agape, but he lets you continue. "and i know, maybe i'm not entirely thinking straight after four of the best orgasms i've ever experienced, but i'm confident that if you asked me in any state of mind, i'd still say i love you."
a smile slowly starts to form on fraser's lips, and he cups your jaw, caressing your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. this time, there was nothing underneath it but softness and the love you shared.
when you pull away, fraser's contagious smile just refuses to leave his face.
"i never would've thought i'd ever hear you say that, y/n," he starts, "i've loved you for so long, but i never expected… well, this," he gestures around you and you giggle.
"well, this is definitely happening, fraser pierre minten," you kiss him again, and in between kisses, he says:
can you write a little celebrini blurb about how reader thinks his lips are perfect? weird ik but i find his lips just so satisfying to look at, his lips and teeth. Thank you!!
This might not be what you wanted, but I really didn’t know what to write. Still hope you enjoy it 🫰
╰ Synopsis You’re blessed and obsessed with Macklin’s smile and lips.
tags/contains Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader. Fluff, established relationship, reader obsessed with Macklin’s lips and smile(duh), 0.9k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. This is short, forgive me. But the name of this fic and the end of the story, is inspired by one of my favourite songs: Daggers.
masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it!
If there were a top three things you loved most about Macklin, his smile and his lips would easily take the first two spots.
You couldn’t quite put your finger on what made them so addicting, maybe it was how his bottom lip looked so soft and full it practically begged to be kissed.
You didn’t know why they held your attention like this, but you knew for certain that kissing them was one of your favorite things in the world. Either it was soft and slow kisses or hungry ones, breathless ones and the ones that left you dizzy and wanting more.
Sometimes when Macklin yapped about his day, you tried to listen, but really the way his lips moved around every syllable was mesmerizing. They parted and pressed together, the faint sheen of moisture catching the lamplight whenever he paused to think.
When he smiled at a joke he’d just made about one of his teammates, those straight white teeth flashed, the slight sharpness of his canines catching your eye. Even his teeth were perfect.
You knew it was normal, couples in love stared at each other’s lips. It was attraction and biology, but with Macklin, it felt like more. You were drawn to them in a way that went beyond simple want. Sometimes you’d catch yourself zoning out completely, replaying the memory of how they felt against yours, how they tasted and how they curved so beautifully when he laughed.
You’d seen how perfect Macklin’s smile was from the very beginning. It was only a couple of weeks into dating when you met his mom for the first time.
She had welcomed you into their family home with warm hugs and endless stories, clearly thrilled that her son had found someone. After dinner, the three of you settled on the couch with old photo albums spread across the coffee table. Macklin had groaned in embarrassment, but his mom insisted.
She pointed to a picture of tiny Macklin, maybe three years old, grinning ear to ear in a little hockey jersey. His smile was already so bright, his chubby cheeks framing a toothy grin that showed his straight little teeth.
You couldn’t help but laugh softly. You teased present Macklin, who was sitting next to you right now, about how he was the cutest.
It wasn’t just that you loved his smile. It was everything those lips could do. Especially after a long day, when the two of you finally have time to unwind together.
Nothing felt better than collapsing onto the couch or bed with Macklin, trading soft little pecks that slowly turned into something deeper. His lips were incredibly soft, dare you say unfairly so. Every gentle press against yours reminded you why you could never get enough.
Macklin could come over after a tough practice, and you’d have a draining day yourself. The second he walked through the door, you pulled him close. He smiled and you rose onto your tiptoes to give him a sweet peck, then another, and another.
He’d guide you toward the bedroom, where you both fell onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs. What started as innocent pecks becomes more. Macklin hovered over you, his lips tracing a slow path down your body. He kissed along your jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck that made your breath hitch. You loved the way his full bottom lip dragged gently against your skin teasingly.
His lips brushing over your collarbone, your chest, your stomach, each kiss affectionate. Every now and then his teeth would graze lightly, sending tiny sparks through you. Then he worked his way back up, kissing your neck again, with playful little breaths that tickled your sensitive skin.
You couldn’t help but giggle, squirming beneath him. “Macklin, that tickles!”
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your throat, before capturing your lips once more. The kiss was slower, his mouth moving against yours with a perfect rhythm. His bottom lip felt plush between yours, and when he smiled into the kiss, you felt the curve of it and the flash of his teeth.
These intimate moments after long days were truly the best part of your life with him. It somehow made you feel cherished and desired all at once. And you were lucky enough to have them all to yourself.
That night you two fell asleep tangled together. The next morning, you woke up slowly to the feeling of Macklin’s chest pressed warmly against your back, his strong arm draped securely around your waist, holding you close.
Carefully, you turned over, trying not to wake him. Macklin stirred slightly, moving onto his back with a quiet sigh, one arm falling loosely beside his head. You rolled onto your stomach, propping yourself up on one elbow. In the soft morning light, he looked peaceful and unfairly handsome.
You reached out gently, tracing his face with your fingertips. First along his jaw, then up to the curve of his cheek. “I love you when you smile,” you said quietly not to wake him up.
Leaning down, you pressed the lightest kiss to his chest, right over his heart. His skin was warm, and you could feel the faint beat beneath your lips. Then you settled back down, resting your head on his chest again, ear pressed comfortably against him.
The rhythmic thump of his heartbeat filled your ears like the sweetest lullaby, pulling you into a light, peaceful sleep.
I know some people might not want to hear this, but I’d rather have Canada lose today against Finland and win tomorrow against Norway, rather than win today against Finland and lose tomorrow against Switzerland. BECAUSE THIRD PLACE IS BETTER THAN SECOND PLACE
