Mack who lowkey thinks daddy kinks are gross and disgusting until he hears Will jokingly call himself daddy and suddenly starts to do some reflection on how he actually feels.
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mack had never put much thought into the whole ‘people calling their partners daddy’ thing. or at least, the times he had thought about it, he’d simply brushed if off and put it into the box of things he’d heard about and found too gross to even consider. he’d never seen the appeal, and honestly found it a bit disturbing, morbid even, because the people that did call their partners daddy definitely had to have at least a few issues.
he wasn’t prepared to start actively thinking about it, because of none other than sam dickinson.
it all starts in the locker room, of all places, when him and will walk in on a random tuesday morning for practice, only to find most of the team that’s already arrived circled around dickie, who’s showing them something on his phone, -a tiktok, if the loud indiscernible music coming from it means anything- and laughing like it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. dickie’s the first the notice them, and his eyes glint with malice as he starts shouting, waving them over exaggeratedly. “you gotta see this, guys.”
will and mack exchange a look as they walk over to gather around sam’s phone with the rest of the team, mack barely suppressing an eye roll because it’s seven in the morning and he’s tired, and dickie’s stupid tiktoks are never funny.
his stomach does a funny thing, when he finally, and a little belatedly, registers what’s on the screen pressed way too close to his and will’s faces. the tiktoks, -because there are multiple- that were apparently funny enough to make the team laugh way too loudly this early in the morning, seem to just be an endless aray of edits of none other than will, to the soundtrack of that stupid “daddy’s home” song that’s been going viral on social media lately.
and it’s not even the edits themselves, because he’s seen so many edits of will that he’s lost count, and he doesn’t need a stupid video to show him his boyfriend is hot, thank you very much. but it’s the song, that has his stomach doing that weird thing it always does whenever will wears backward caps and most of the sweatpants in his closet. it’s the song, and that stupid, stupid word that’s always weirded out mack so much that he usually prefers to forget it’s even a thing.
“that’s like, kinda weird.” he mumbles, rolling his eyes halfheartedly, averting them from the offending tiktoks still playing from dickie’s phone. he doesn’t get a chance to see will’s reaction, because warso bursts through the door and starts urging them to get on the ice.
fortunately, being on the ice makes him forget about what happened in the locker room. unfortunately, the second they’re back in the locker room, sweaty and still panting and muscles screaming, he remembers the entire ordeal.
and it’s like he just can’t stop thinking about it, after that. his eyes catch onto will’s form from where his boyfriend is changing out of his sweaty undershirt two stalls down, muscles in his back bulging with the movement and skin shining with sweat, and that stupid stupid song runs on a loop in mack’s head. it’s there when will opens the passenger door of his bronco for mack, when he fiddles with the ac and the aux until they’re exactly the way mack likes them, when he drives them home, one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other resting on mack’s thigh, looking so fucking in charge, eyes fixed on the road and taking care of mack in so many small ways but that mean so much.
so, no matter what will does, that stupid song is playing in mack’s head. and he can’t pinpoint exactly when the song turns into the word alone, maybe it’s when they get home and will kneels down to take mack’s shoes off for him, pressing a reverent kiss to his hip before getting back up, or maybe when will gets out of the shower and walks around the apartment shirtless for just a few minutes, but long enough for mack to admire the way his boyfriend’s recent bulk makes the muscles in his upper body stretch and expand and makes him just look so big, so strong, reminding him of how easily will’s able crush mack with his body weight and hold him down.
either way, the constant and shameful loop of “daddy daddy daddy” running through his mind and making heat pool low in his stomach is undoing everything he’s ever thought to be true about his feelings when it came to it. or maybe he’s just the one with issues, now, dreaming of will taking care of him, calling him baby and cooing at him softly, or picking him up and throwing him around like a ragdoll, unraveling him piece by piece, doing whatever he wants to mack because will’s his d-
will’s voice shakes him out of his thoughts so suddenly that it almost leaves him gasping. “mack, sweetheart. can you come here a sec?” he hears will call, coming from the bedroom and all the way to where mack is sitting on the couch.
it takes mack a second to regain control of his traitorous mind, but once he does, he can’t help but be annoyed. they’re supposed to watch a movie, and will is making him move from where he’s already settled and comfortable on the couch.
“why?” he whines petulantly. “can’t you come here instead? i’m comfortable.”
and sue him, but mack immediately gets up and practically skips to their bedroom when he registers the commanding tone in will’s voice. when he arrives, he sees will in their bed, lounging back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, still fucking shirtless, looking so big and so good that it makes mack’s breath itch despite his previous annoyance. he’s looking at mack like he’s ready to fucking devour him, and mack immediately understands the turn their night has just taken.
“c’mere, angel.” will waves him over with a singular motion of his fingers, a predatory smirk on his lips.
like a puppet on strings, mack goes, practically rushing over to will, all previous thoughts forgotten as he feels a rush of pure heat course through him.
“that’s right, baby. come to daddy.” will purrs, his eyes molten and his smirk turning smug, like he’s so fucking pleased with himself, and mack justs. completely freezes, one knee on the bed from where he was about to straddle his boyfriend, breath caught in his throat and his mouth gaping open, his eyes fluttering shut despite himself and nothing but heat heat heat in his belly.
he can’t even begin to try to understand what’s just happened, why that goddamn stupid word that’s been haunting him the entire day has just felt will’s mouth, or why it makes him feel like he’s burning alive, molten lava coursing through his veins and cock twitching desperately in his underwear.
will’s smirk widens impossibly further, tongue poking between his teeth and looking at mack like he knows, like he did it on purpose.
“will- what-“ mack croaks out, the words barely audible.
will cuts him off by grabbing his still hovering hips, pulling mack onto his lap. mack goes willingly, falling pliant and completely boneless in his boyfriend’s firm hold despite the lingering mix of embarrassment and confusion and heat heat heat swirling through him. will tucks his face into mack’s neck, nosing at the skin and making him shiver.
his lips brush mack’s ear as he purrs, “you really think i hadn’t noticed, sweetheart? you’ve been staring at me all day, looking at me the way you do when you want me to hold you down and fuck the thoughts out your pretty head. ever since dickie showed us those videos.”
and mack wants to deny it, to say anything that would somehow tell will that he’s wrong, that mack isn’t into something so depraved and weird, but all that comes out is a pitifully loud whimper, so desperate and pathetic, because will knows, and he’s hard underneath mack, and mack needs him so much it hurts, needs to hear that word come out of will’s mouth, and even his own.
“i know, my poor angel. you’ve been waiting all day, huh?” will cooes at him, his hands tightening around mack’s hips, guiding him to grind against will’s own cock, making him cry out into will’s neck. “but don’t worry, baby. daddy’s here, and he’s gonna take care of you.”
and fuck, does will take care of mack, taking his time undressing and stretching mack open while he kisses him so sweetly, so gently, telling him that’s he’s such a good boy, doing so good for me, chuckling when mack whines because it’s not what he wants, what he needs, until will suddenly flips him over, burying the entire length of his cock inside of mack all at once, making mack keen as he starts pounding into him relentlessly, so forcefully, dragging against mack’s spot with each thrust, making mack wail and sob into the crook of his arms, because he just feels so good but it’s almost too much and he can’t fucking breathe, while will holds him in place so firmly that mack can’t do anything but take it, all the while will keeps muttering absolute filth in his ear, telling mack how good he’s taking his cock, how beautiful he is when he lets will give him what he needs, and “c’mon, baby, say it, say my name. who do you belong to?” “who fucks you better than anyone else ever could? who’s the only one who could make you feel like this, have you crying and fucking cockdrunk underneath them?” until mack finally gives in, crying out so loudly his throat burns, “you, s’you, daddy, daddy, please, daddy” and falls apart, coming around will’s cock while will praises him for being such a good boy for his daddy, his perfect baby, did so well, as he empties himself inside of mack.
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