synopsis- due to an unexpected end to your race, you find yourself wallowing, your mental state slipping. will’s there to comfort you, making you feel better.
the outcome of the race wasn’t your fault, it was an engine failure. it was no one’s fault really, just a series of miscommunications between the team. this doesn’t stop the guilt of only completing 5 laps around the streets of monaco pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe in the small confines of your trailer.
your media duties are done; excuses made, blame pinned, and still you can’t shake that feeling of melancholy, that deep disappointment which makes everything a little blurry around the edges and quickens your steps through the paddock towards your trailer, eager to be in the safe confines of your solitude.
your mind is so scrambled you forget that somewhere in the paddock there is a very worried will smith asking everyone if he has seen his girlfriend anywhere, his eyebrows furrowed with worry. he’s eventually instructed towards your trailer by a mechanic of yours who was lingering long after the race end, assessing your retired car.
will knocks softly on the door to your trailer, and he doesn’t think he’s going to receive a reply until he hears a weary little:
“come in.”
he pushes the door open, and the sight he sees almost splits his heart into two.
you’re sat there, still in your racing suit which is bunched at your hips, fireproofs stuck to you with sweat and a sticky sort of grief, sticking to your body and not showing any signs of leaving any time soon.
he wanders over and sits next to you on the small couch, his thigh brushing against yours, but he keeps his hands intertwined in his lap, scared to touch you as if you’re made of porcelain and one tiny touch could shatter you into a million pieces.
you’re not a crier, never have been. in fact, it’s rare that you show any negative emotion at all. all smiles and jokes to the camera, and a silent shutout towards those who you love the most who just want to help you. it’s the way you always have been, and now the silent treatment and faking smiles and neverminds comes to you like a reflex.
“you don’t have to speak about it.” will states, his voice soothing just a little bit of the tension in your shoulders. he understands that you don’t like to talk about the difficult emotions that swarm your head on occasions like this, and you would rather if he just comforted you with his presence.
you lean into him, finally breaking that protective barrier between the two of you. you rest your head on his shoulder, and he takes this as a sign to wrap big his arms around you, as if to shield you away from your pain.
you don’t even notice you’re crying until you realise that you’ve soaked through a patch on will’s white shirt. he’s strokes your hair as the stray tears turn to full on, body wracking sobs that are a result of pure exhaustion and a mess of overwhelming emotions. he just holds you, not saying a word, letting you flush it all out through your tears.
when those sobs die down to just sniffles, he tucks your hair behind your ear and holds your face in both hands, forcing you to look at him.
his eyes are glazed over with a certain kindness and utter admiration due to the trust that you have just unknowingly portrayed through crying in front of him.
“you okay, baby? you feel better know?” he asks, his tone so soft that it almost melts you into a puddle of tears.
your voice is horse and raw, but you respond:
“yeah.”
your answer is clipped, afraid you’ll start crying again. he knows you’re not fully okay yet, but he doesn’t push, as he knows your general uncomfort with speaking about what you’re feeling, especially when it comes to racing.
he doesn’t pry, but he asks a simple question, allowing you to take control of the situation once again:
“you wanna go back to the hotel?”
he knows the answer would be yes, and that is confirmed by a small nod of your head. you gather your things, and still in your race suit, you walk through the paddock.
it’s quite late, so there’s a significant lack of the usual swarm of people around the paddock, and that’s something that, in this moment, you are very thankful for.
when you get to the car, you slump into the passenger seat, having done enough driving for one day. your whole body feels heavy, and will senses this. his hand reaches over the console, and he gives your thigh a squeeze.
the drive to the hotel seems longer than it should, and the silence that blankets the car is comfortable. he reminds you of his presence ever so often by taking your hand and giving it three squeezes, signalling ‘i love you’.
when you arrive at the hotel, he wraps his arm around your sunken shoulders and leads you to the room.
in the room, he leads you to the bathroom, runs a warm bath, and undresses you with such gentleness it almost makes you cry. you slip into the warm bath, your muscles easing slightly.
after undressing himself, he slips into the bath behind you and pulls you back into his arms. seeking further comfort, you lean your head back against his chest.
you just sit there like that for a while; no talking, no expectations. you just enjoy each others company and decompress from the hard day.
wills hands start innocently on your ribs, keeping you tucked against him. eventually though, they slide down, until they’re resting on your hips, giving little squeezes. you twitch when his hands slip lower, stopping just above where you need him the most.
“will,” you whisper breathily, needing more, seeking pleasure after a day of disappointment.
“i know baby, i know,” he whispers against your hair as his hands trail lower to lightly brush against your clit.
you jolt at that, sensitive as ever, and he smirks. his fingers press down firmer, circling your clit, starting off slow.
as he speeds up, your breathy whines and gasps increase, and he introduces his other hand, his middle finger lightly prodding at your entrance.
“will,” you whine, needily. he chuckles without an underlying sense of cruelty, and slides his finger in, curling to touch your sweet spot.
“there you go baby, how do you feel?” he asks you sweetly, ever presently a gentleman above all.
you nod, trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers stimulating both your clit and your hole at the same time.
“no sweetheart, i wanna hear words, okay? wanna hear how good i’m making you feel,” he coaxes gently, a trace of teasing in his voice.
“s’good will, so sooo good,” you whine out, clenching as he slips another finger inside you, now curling and pumping the two to get you there.
you feel your orgasm approaching significantly fast now, and you start writhing a little and moaning outwardly. your hips begin to rock subconsciously.
“i can feel you’re close baby, and i want you to come on my fingers,” he whispers into your ear, increasing the stimulations.
the bath water sloshes around in the tub, a little splashing over the edges as you arch your back and finally let go, that white hot pleasure washing over you.
“good girl, that’s a good girl for me,” he carries on his movements to support you through your high, slowing down.
eventually he slides his fingers out slowly, removing all touch from your core. you whine a little at this, but he is quick to help you out of the bath onto shaky legs, wrapping a fluffy white towel around your body.
he wraps a towel around his own waist, drains the bath and leads you onto the bed, where he dresses you and tucks you under the covers, dressing himself and slipping in beside you to spoon you.
you fall asleep like that; his arms wrapped around you, as if he’s trying to protect you from any dangers in the world, any more pain.
he kicks his shoes off with a grunt, and leaves his suitcase by the door as he always does after a late flight back from an away game. his feet drag him towards the direction of the bedroom.
the sight that greets him wakes him up: you, sprawled on the bed, wearing one of his shirts that’s much too big for you, your white lace panties peeking out from underneath.
already half hard, he crawls into the bed and settles beside you, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. he presses light kisses into the crook of your neck and fights the urge to rut his hips against yours. however, guilt washes over him when your eyes flutter open slowly, sleepily assessing the situation.
“hi baby, i’m sorry for waking you, you can go back to sleep,” he mutters into your neck, rubbing soothing circles on your stomach.
you grumble sleepily back, “i’m so glad you’re home”, and back up into him slightly. he lets out a small whine involuntarily, and grips your hips a little tighter when he feels your ass press against his now fully hard erection. this makes you pause.
“mack?”
“hm?”
“you’re hard, baby.”
he whines again at your words, further burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide the blush that’s spreading up his neck and colouring his cheeks.
“i know,” he responds breathily, subtly starting to grind against you. “you too tired honey? or are you gonna be a good girl and let me get you off?”
his hands start to slide lower down your front until they find your folds, and he groans when his fingers find you slick. you didn’t even realise you were wet.
due to a lack of reply, he repeats his question: “baby? you gonna let me make you feel good?”
you whine, nodding your head eagerly.
“words baby, i need your words,” he coos, his fingers still stroking you over your panties, the damp patch spreading with each feathery touch.
“yes mack please touch me,” you manage to squeeze out, your voice so small it barely makes it out.
with your consent, his fingers slip into your panties and glide through your wet folds, his fingertips immediately circling your clit, making you writhe.
“there we go, so wet waiting for me to come home weren’t you? wearing just my shirt and panties, fuck baby,” he groans out, increasing his speed, then sliding a finger inside of you, curling it to hit your sweet spot.
you moan his name and he swears he could cum in his pants like a teenager just from the sound of your voice. another finger joins the other inside of you, and he pumps them in and out, whilst his other hand slides down and he starts to rub your clit with his middle finger.
you feel that familiar coil building tension inside of you almost embarrassingly fast, and you start whimpering. this indicates to mack that you’re close, and that you won’t need much more to push you over the edge.
“you close baby? you gonna come on my fingers?” he taunts, already knowing the answer.
with the combination of his fingers inside of you and him working on your clit, you can’t find it in you to respond coherently. you just whine, writhing a little bit in his grip.
“good girl, come for me.” he coaxes, and you do, hard, seeing stars. he continues to pump his fingers as you come down from your high, kissing your neck lightly.
“you did so good for me, so so good,” he whispers into your neck, slowly pulling his fingers out, making you whine at the loss.
“shh baby it’s okay, do you want my cock? yeah? you want me to fill you?” he asks softly, stroking your hips.
“please,” you whimper desperately, pressing your ass back against his now throbbing, still clothed cock.
neither having the patience nor the energy to deprive you of what you so desperately need any longer, he slips your panties to the side and pushes his shorts and boxers off hastily at once. he presses just the tip of his dick into your entrance, the stretch making you both groan.
mack starts shallowly thrusting until he bottoms out, and you both moan; the angle of your spooning position meaning that he is thrust so deep inside of you you swear you can feel it in your stomach.
you start rocking your hips, desperate for more friction, and he complies by thrusting his hips into yours, hitting that spot that makes you loudly whine each time.
“you’re so tight around me, baby, making me feel so so good i swear,” he almost whimpers in your ear, sounding as if he is barely keeping it together.
“i’m not gonna last long i’m sorry,” he whines into your neck, and one of his hands that was previously on your hip again slips down and he begins to stimulate your clit, making you both moan as you tighten around him due to the added pleasure.
barely able to function anymore, you’re lazily grinding your hips in tandem with his, trying to get you both there. his thrusts become sloppier and he abandons all rhythm as he approaches his high, his whines increasing in volume.
“i’m close,” you whine, the white hot pleasure close to erupting in your stomach as he continues to hit your sweet spot with each thrust.
“come on baby, come for me again, i know you have it in you,” he increases his speed on your clit, coaxing you to the edge.
pleasure explodes through your body, and you arch your back and moan loudly as you tumble over that edge. mack finishes at the same time, moaning loudly, letting you know just how much he enjoys being inside of you.
he holds you as you come down, slowly thrusting to guide you through.
“you okay baby, hm? you did so good,” he says breathlessly, slowly pulling out of you, making you hiss.
“mhm,” you mumble back sleepily, the energy now completely drained from your body. you lay there limp as mack gets up slowly, crossing to the dresser to get tissues. he returns, gently wiping you down.
after he’s positive you’re both all cleaned up, he climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, your cheek smushed against his now bare chest.
“sleep now baby, you did so good, i love you.” he whispers softly. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“love you,” you mumble sleepily back before you drift off.
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