Pairing: Will Ospreay x Female! Reader
Synopsis: One Tuesday night at your local Nando’s, you have an encounter with a charming Essex British man. You’d never thought that night would change your entire life.
Warnings: fluff, smut, first time meeting with Will, very brief mentioning of an injury, heavy makeouts, dirty talk, some praising, use of the names ‘’love’’ and ‘’darling’’, fingering, unprotected p in v.
You’d never thought your local Nando’s would change your life.
It was a random week night when you finally decided to go out and try a new restaurant that was local near you.
The aroma of peri-peri chicken and warm spices wrapped around you like a familiar hug as you stepped into Nando’s. The Tuesday night still felt young, the kind where the fluorescent lights felt a little too bright and the tables half empty. You seated yourself at a corner booth with your laptop perched onto the table and a lemon-and-herb chicken hoping for an hour of peace before the dreadful work week swallowed you whole again.
You didn’t notice him at first. Not until he walked past your table carrying a tray piled high with extra-hot wings, macho peas, and a side of fries. Tall, broaded-shoulder, that signature slicked back brunette hair that were once blinded curls and the kind of high energy that came from owning every room he entered.
He instantly caught you staring, a slow crooked boyish grin spread across his face.
“Alright?” he asked softly, voice warm with that unmistakable Essex accent. “You look like you need some company, yeah?”
You let out a low laugh, cheeks heating from embarrassment. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But sure, come on over.”
He walked around the corner booth and sat down next to you, but not too close just to keep the vibe friendly.
“So, what brings you here to the one and only lovely Nando’s all by your lonely little self?” he asked, his blue ocean eyes twinkling as his focus was on you.
“Just to find some peace and quiet before my usual work week takes over,” you told him. “Work has been dreadful for me, I work as an office assistant.”
He smiled gently, nodding his head in approval.
“Office assistant, huh? I work as a full time professional wrestler, the company All Elite Wrestling as I call it.” he said with joy. “I’ve been carrying the company on my back for about a few years now, wrestling is actually my superpower.”
You were in awe at his sudden confession, you grabbed a piece of your lemon-and-herb chicken and took a bite out of it before continuing to carry on the conversation.
“That’s amazing,” you replied, studying his facial expression and the way he carried himself with such confidence and dedication into what he was doing. “What’s your name, by the way?”
“Will,” he began, “Will Ospreay. Almost everyone around here knows who I am. Even when I’m not in the ring or cutting cheeky promos backstage.”
You told him your name as well. The two of you sat there like old friends and had a conversation about your dreams, accomplishments, and what you’d hope for the future.
It hit past midnight. You and Will were already on your way out of the restaurant.
“Here’s my number if you ever need someone to talk to,” he handed you a small piece of paper with his phone number written on it. “It was so nice to meet you, love. Don’t be a stranger.”
The word love made you blush, although knowing that British men had their own special way of communicating. You grabbed the piece of paper from him and extended a hand out to shake his.
“And it was nice to meet you, Will. We’ll definitely be in touch.”
The first month was careful, yet almost shy.
Will became a regular fixture at your and his Nando’s. He’d text you when he was in town between wrestling shows, short but teasing messages that made your phone light up at odd hours.
The regular conversations the two of you had slowly began to turn something into more personal, but not yet all the way. You and Will kept it light, sometimes with a hint of flirting.
“Wings or thighs? Don’t say both, liar.” He texted you one night, your fingers tracing across the screen as you and him were debating on which chicken was better.
“I’d say thighs,” you texted back. “But definitely not the ones where they’re too coated.”
The typing bubble came instantly. You were alone in your apartment living room with the distant blaring of the TV playing in the background.
“Good choice,” He typed back. “Although I’m still gonna have to say wings, but only the hot ones of course.”
You smiled to yourself. You knew Will was going to be someone special to you despite the chemistry the both of you already had.
You’d meet him at his wrestling shows after your shift. Sometimes he’d show up with a fresh bruise blooming across his arm from the match the night before. You’d tease him about it while stealing his halloumi fries off of his plate. He’d take the teasing in return by flicking peri-peri sauce at your nose.
What turned out to be innocent conversations stretched long after the food went cold and was forgotten. He’d tell you stories about the adrenaline crash after big shows, the strong ache in his body that quite seemingly never left. You told him about your dead-end office job, the way the city felt like it was dead and depressing. He listened to you like you were the most interesting person in the world.
On a rare occasion when the two of you would meet, he’d show up with light and visible bruises around different parts of his body but not being ashamed of doing what he was passionate about. He told you another story of when his neck got broken at one of his hometown shows, you were scared for him in a way, but admired his strong efforts into making his dream come true.
One night, rain hammering in the windows, he walked you to your car under his green and white jacket after the show had ended for him. Your shoulders lightly brushed against each other. His hand hovered near the small of your back, inches away from touching.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” he murmured, voice low and into that Essex drawl.
You looked up at him, heart thudding into your chest. “Trouble, how?”
His facial expression formed into a soft and gentle smile, but a little helpless. “Because I keep wanting to see you even when I should be sleeping off jet lag from my very busy schedule.”
He kept the vibe friendly and just right. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze once before letting go.
“But I have to go now as well, I’ll see you soon darling.”
You watched him turn his back and walk away. You smiled to yourself, knowing this friendship was going to be something more.
As the months passed, the slow growth of your friendship had become a steady flame.
You started seeing each other outside Nando’s. Almost daily coffee runs when he was home. Late-night drives where he blast his favorite music, bands like Oasis and One Ok Rock.
The song “Wonderwall” by Oasis pounded through the speakers of his car, the night became young but yet longing. His hand stilled on the steering wheel, with his hand inches away from your thigh enough to keep you in check.
You glanced over at him singing with purpose, a grin appeared on your face as you watched him in awe. You and Will drove through the city lights, not giving a care about anything else in the world.
To what felt to you for like hours the two of you spent in the car joking and laughing made time stop. You were enjoying his company, as what an ordinary friend would do.
Every now and then, he would glance back over at you and onto the road. His hand daringly inches closer to resting on your thigh.
‘’We should stop for a moment,’’ he announced.
He turned by a side street, pulling over and parking. He turned the engine off and turned his undivided attention towards you.
“I wanted to tell you something these last couple of months that we’ve known each other,” he started, “Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve brought nothing but joy into my life. The first night I saw you at Nando’s, I knew something within us was going to spark.”
You gazed deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes, his hand slowly creeping up to meet yours. He finally held your hand into his and interlocked his fingers into yours.
“But you deserve to know the truth about how I’m really feeling about you, love. I’m catching real feelings for you.”
A sudden moment of silence abrupted, your fingers lightly grazed over his calloused knuckles as your eyes met his. You smiled in response.
“I think I feel it too, Will.” you finally spoke, “That night at Nando’s changed my life for the better, I’m so lucky to have someone like you in my life and I wouldn’t ask for better.”
His eyes fixated on your lips, and then your face searching for approval. He finally pulled you flush against him and kissed you with deep, pure intentions.
Your body responded back, his hands traveled through your hair as his tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking. You opened for him with a shaky exhale, earning a low groan from him the sound sending heat straight to you.
The kiss began to grow hotter and wetter. His tongue slid against yours in gentle, deliberate strokes — teasing, exploring, claiming. He pulled you closer onto his lap in the driver’s seat, reclining it back for room for the both of you.
You straddled his large thighs, his hand traveling down to your ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Will’s breathing grew heavy, the growing bulge in his joggers swelled underneath you making you moan.
He flipped the both of you into the backseat of his SUV and hovered his bigger body over you. He helped you out of your shirt, followed by your bra shortly after.
“Been thinking of how well you’d come apart for me,” he panted against your skin, placing kisses along your shoulder blades. His thumb circled around your sensitive nipple, taking it in his mouth while he lightly sucked on it.
Your back slightly arched off the seat, your hands found their way into strands of his dark slicked back hair. He groaned above you, his fingers hooking themselves under the waist band of your pants pulling them off in a swift motion.
“Tell me you’ve been wanting this too, darling.” he said, his eyes searching for yours.
“I want this with you, Will.” you replied in between moans, “I want you to make me come apart.”
He wasted no time in unhooking your panties over your legs, the cool air hitting your drenched core. You let out a low whimper, he shedded his own clothes off while he drank the disheveled yet addicting sight of you in.
He glided his finger up your puffy slick folds, lightly teasing it before plunging it inside curving it against the velvety walls of your g-spot. Your thoughts went blank for a split second as you moaned aloud, your thighs beginning to tremble.
“This wet for me already?’’ he smirked against your warm skin, chuckling lowly. ‘’Cute.’’
Will began to pump his finger at a steady rhythm, adding another to stretch you out perfectly. Your thighs parted, moans pouring from your lips as you ached desperately for him.
He savored every slick sound, every clench of your walls around him. His calloused fingertips dragged against the sensitive spot inside you, drawing your orgasm out.
‘’That’s it,’’ he praised along your lips, voice wrecked. ‘’Taking my fingers so well, love. So fucking tight and wet. This pretty cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?’’
You could only nod, your orgasm arising. Your forehead was pressed to his as he worked you open more.
Your legs splayed wider across his lap, feeling his hardness against your thighs. The position was messy and cramped, but it made everything more intense.
Rain suddenly began to ponder down the windows. The car smelt like earth, arousal, and the leftover spice the two of you had at the restaurant.
He kissed you through it all — deep, devouring kisses that matched with the pace of his fingers. He fucked you with his fingers faster, curling relentlessly against that spongy ridge inside you, pressing with devastating precision.
Broken moans erupted out of your throat, louder now, as pleasure built higher. His breathing became ragged, one of his thumbs circled around your clit.
‘’Gonna come for me like this first?’’ he growled, applying pressure. ‘’I want to feel you soak my hand, love. Let go for me.’’
It crashed you over the edge, convulsating hard around his fingers as the orgasm hit you like a freight train, He kept kissing you through it, murmuring praise – ‘’Good girl.. So beautiful when you come apart for me’’ while his fingers slowly paced inside you but didn’t stop the movement.
He withdrew his fingers, a thin string of your arousal coating them. He brought them up to his mouth, his broad tongue swirling around them with a lustful groan.
His blue orbs bore into yours, his eyes filled with want and desire. He pulled you up flushed against his body to kiss you again, his hot mouth claiming yours as he let you taste yourself on his tongue.
‘’Need to be inside you,’’ he rasped, flipping you onto your stomach. He slightly held you up off of the backseat, kicking your legs apart to be fully exposed for him.
The flushed dark tip nudged at your entrance, his hands gripping either side of your hips hard enough to bruise. Your knees shook, he aligned himself up rubbing the thick head through your slick folds before slowly pushing in.
The stretch was intense. Inch by inch he sank into your pussy, both of you moaning at the feeling. He bottomed out, but held still letting you adjust.
It began slow — long dragging strokes against every sensitive spot inside you. The car began to rock gently in sync with his thrusts, his free hand gently wrapped around locks of your hair pulling your head back.
‘’Fuck, darling… you feel incredible.’’ he groaned, the Essex accent drawn deeper. ‘’So hot and tight around my cock.’’
Will guided you, spreading you open wider with every thrust. His cock continued to stroke deeper along your walls as pornographic moans split from you.
‘’Look at you, love… taking every inch like a good girl.’’
‘’You’re so deep– fuck, Will–’’
‘’That’s right,’’ he growled, breath falling hot on your neck, ‘’Say my name while I fuck you senseless.’’
The pace continued frantically, the rolling of his hips grew harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin and your shared moans filled the car. His chest was mounted to your back, his breathing quickened while he reached down to rub your clit in firm circles.
Pleasure crashed through you like waves, coiling tighter with every deep deliberate plunge of his cock. Your legs shook violently as he held your body up.
‘’Come on my cock, darling. Want to feel you milk every last drop out of me.’’
You came hard the second time, riding the highs of your orgasm with your walls clenching rhythmically around him. He chased his own orgasm moments later with a rough guttural groan, sheathing himself fully as he spilt inside you, hips stuttering through his release.
For a long while afterward, the only sounds known in the room were your deep breathing and the gentleness of the rain. Will gently withdrew himself from you and pulled you into his lap.
His arms enveloped around your waist, his head resting against your shoulder placing a soft and tender kiss to it. You smiled in return, his fingers tracing along your curves.
‘’Stay with me tonight,’’ he whispered, ‘’No more pretending this is just casual. I want to have something real with you, love.’’
‘’I’m yours, Will.’’ you replied, your hand interlocking into his.
What was meant to be a random Tuesday night at Nando’s would become something more meaningful and magical.
And after all, Will Ospreay was going to be the one for you.
