Hii can u write where will want’s to shower with you u let him and he gets so happy can u also write the shower seen too please thank u I love ur writing ❤️❤️
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WS2.||will smith.
fluff.
shower with will.
“Baby,” I heard my boyfriend, Will, call out for me.
I stood in the shower, tilting my head back to wash the shampoo out of my hair, the warm water cascading down my face.
“Yes, baby?” I replied, wiping the water from my eyes just in time to see him peek his head through the opening, sliding the shower door open a fraction of an inch.
“Can I please come in?” he asked, looking up at me with those big, soft eyes that I could never say no to.
“Yeah, you can come in,” I smiled, stepping back to make room.
He offered a grateful grin, shut the shower door behind him, and quickly got undressed before stepping into the steaming enclosure. I moved to the side, letting him position himself directly under the showerhead. He sighed happily as the water drenched his hair, slicking it back. Stepping closer into my space, he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, the soft, rhythmic sound of our lips meeting echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.
When we finally parted, I poured a generous dollop of shampoo into my palm. “Come here,” I murmured.
I reached up and began working it into his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingertips. Will closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a satisfied puppy.
“Hahaha, does that feel good?” I asked with a chuckle.
Will nodded eagerly, absolutely loving the physical attention. He stayed like that for a long moment before finally stepping back under the stream to rinse the suds away.
As the water washed the soap down his back, I turned around to grab the conditioner for my own hair. Will, noticing what I was doing through his squinted, water-covered eyes, scrunched his face up in protest.
“No, no, no, wait! I wanna do it,” he said, frantically rubbing his hair to rinse the last of the shampoo out faster.
I giggled at his sudden burst of enthusiasm. Reaching over the top of the door, I grabbed the towel hanging nearby and gently wiped his eyes to help him see better. “Alright, alright,” I laughed, handing him the conditioner bottle.
He squeezed a dollop of the thick cream into his palm and rubbed his hands together with a look of pure determination.
“Baby, only put it in my ends, okay? Not the roots,” I reminded him.
He nodded seriously, even sticking out the tip of his tongue to concentrate as he carefully gathered the lengths of my hair. He lathered the conditioner evenly through the ends, making sure he didn't miss a strand, before rinsing the excess lotion off his hands.
“Perfect. Okay, go under the water to take it out,” he said, gently guiding me by my hips back toward the stream.
I stood under the warm water, running my fingers through my hair until it felt silky smooth. When I finally stepped back and opened my eyes, Will was standing there holding out a washcloth, piled high with a mountain of fluffy soap bubbles.
“Help my back, please?” he asked softly, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink from a mix of the rising steam and a hint of shyness.
“Of course,” I smiled, taking the cloth from his hand.
He turned around, and I thoroughly scrubbed his back, letting the warm suds trail down. Once his back was clean, we shared the soap, washing the rest of our bodies while swapping quiet laughs and gentle touches under the water.
Eventually, the bathroom grew completely thick with fog, and it was time to get out. I turned off the handle, the sudden silence filling the room as the water slowed to a drip. We stepped out onto the bath mat, immediately wrapping ourselves in fresh, plush towels.
Will pulled me close, shivering slightly against the cool air of the bathroom, and tucked a damp strand of hair behind my ear.
“I love showers with you,” he murmured, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss against my cheek.
I pressed into his side, holding my towel tight. “I love them with you, too.”
i won’t lie don’t hate me but i’m not that into will tbh.
⸺ MY CHAMPION ゛1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will celebrates the USA win surrounded by his family and girlfriend, his smile wide and eyes shining as the moment finally hits him.𓍯
⸺ TICKLISH ゛0.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿He knows exactly what he's doing when he kisses your neck, with his little beard brushing your skin just enough to make you giggle and squirm in his arms.𓍯
⸺ HOPING I'LL FIND A GLIMPSE OF US ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst 」 ⤿Y/n tries to move on after the break up with Will, the boy she grew up loving. But no matter how perfect her new boyfriend seems, nothing compares to the way it was.𓍯 pt.1.ᐟ
⸺ NOT LIKE YOU ゛1.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿At the club, a guy tries hitting on you, but your boyfriend steps in.𓍯
⸺ SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR ゛3.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After all the time you spent missing Will, feeling guilty leading on someone else, when your heart isn’t there fully, can a simple message from Will can change everything?𓍯 pt.2.ᐟ - hoping i'll..
⸺ OFF LIMITS ゛1.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will insisted that you’d meet his teammates, but he didn’t think he’d be jealous of his teammates, but how couldn’t he though?𓍯
⸺ LET ME LOVE YOU ゛2.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿After dinner with Will, Will pulls over on the way home. In the quiet of the car, things heat up in the backseat.𓍯 pt.3.ᐟ - so close..
⸺ MISS COUGAR ゛1,7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿An older reader falls for golden boy Will Smith, the younger hockey player who’s utterly devoted to her, soft, loyal, and eager to please. She didn’t mean to fall..but did.𓍯
⸺ CURRENT BOYFRIEND ゛1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿doing the current boyfriend prank on Will, because you know how tiny bit sensitive he gets when it comes to you.𓍯
⸺ MISS COUGAR ゛1.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿A glimpse into how Will calls you “ma’am” different times and different scenarios.𓍯
⸺ SELFISH ゛2.8k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿Y/n’s sister brings Will to family vocation, and Y/n knew she shouldn’t like Will but she couldn’t help it.𓍯 pt.1.ᐟ
⸺ KEEP YOU AROUND ゛1.9k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Two weeks after the vacation, Will takes you to a quiet lookout and finally confesses he can’t keep pretending he doesn’t like you.𓍯 pt.2.ᐟ - selfish
⸺ CART GIRL ゛1.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You worked the cart at a country club all summer trying not to fall for Will and his flirting, but at the end you ended up exactly where he wanted you.𓍯
⸺ MORE THAN A SECRET ゛1.9k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After fans piece together clues about your relationship, you start to panic over the age gap and start to pull away. Will one day shows up unexpectedly, determined to fix things and remind you that love matters more than what strangers think.𓍯
⸺ STRONG WHERE IT MATTERS ゛1.3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Going to the gym with your hockey boyfriend, with him trying to show off, Will gets a little humbled by his girlfriend.𓍯
⸺ UNDO ME ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst」 ⤿Having trust issues after your ex, but when you meet Will he is as patient as ever and he’s willing to wait as long as he needs just to be with you.𓍯
⸺ WESTBOUND ゛1.4k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Having a long distance relationship with your boyfriend Will and you’ve realised the times you’ve argued is because you’ve spent so much time apart and you can’t handle the distance, so you transfer from BC to San Jose.𓍯
⸺ INTERLOCKED ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will’s ex feels like she was the third wheel in the relationship and that Will is too close to you and she might be even right.𓍯
⸺ DRUNK ON YOU ゛3.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After a drunken night turns you and Will into something more, you sneak out because you thought it meant nothing, but in reality Will wakes up hurt.𓍯
⸺ SUNSHINE IN THE SIN BIN ゛2.6k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You’re guarded and terrified of needing anyone since your past relationship. But Will the sunshine he is, refuses to let your walls win, determined to love you exactly as you deserve.𓍯
⸺TEASE TO TASTE ゛2.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You and your shy boyfriend Will have been dating for two weeks without a proper kiss. At a holiday house party, you corner him in the kitchen and finally steal that sweet, long awaited first kiss.𓍯
⸺ OUR LITTLE FAMILY ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You babysit your sister’s three kids with Will and watching him play with the twins, comfort baby Tiana, and share dinner makes you realise you want to build a family with him someday.𓍯
⸺ AT LAST ゛2.3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿You agree to be Will’s wedding date, wearing matching colors and a slow dance to Iris sparks feelings, and on a balcony you finally confess your love to each other.𓍯
⸺ WHAT'S DONE IS DONE ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿You bring food to comfort Will and his best friend Macklin after a tough loss, but Macklin’s frustrated after the loss and snaps at you for always being there and Will is being protective and makes him apologise.𓍯
⸺ BEAUTIFUL LIKE THIS ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿You’ve been best friends with Will since that clumsy moment in college, crushing on each other. After he goes pro with the Sharks and you move to San Jose to stay close, the tension finally explodes one night after his big game, finally making love on his couch.𓍯
⸺ STRESSED AND HOME OBSESSED ゛3.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 mostly fluff 」 ⤿Will blurts out your name, excitement spilling everywhere, the secret’s out but the comments are mostly sweet. He comes home guilty, you forgive him instantly, and everything feels right again.𓍯
⸺ PULL ME CLOSER ゛1.8k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You’re used to Will keeping his hands subtle in public, but tonight he has no mind on that; pulling you between his legs at the bar, kissing you sweetly in front of everyone, holding you close the whole time.𓍯
⸺ FEENIN YOUR LOVING ゛2.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿The sharks lost 5-3 on Will’s 21st birthday, Will gets frustrated at the hotel and he gets pissed off at you saying “been friends for years” so he finally says it all. After everything you give him the best gift: yourself.𓍯
╰ Synopsis You’ve always called Macklin cute, thinking it’s sweet and harmless, but it drives him crazy because he thinks you don’t want him in the way he wants you.
tags/contains Macklin Celebrini x fem!bsf!reader. Fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, kind of slow burn, shy Macklin, count how many time the word cute is mentioned, use of y/n, 1.9k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. The pic I’m talking about in the fic is the one from Olympics because genuinely that’s the cutest picture I’ve ever seen, so yes in this fic they make up during the Olympics.
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If there was one thing in the world that Macklin hated, it was the way you always called him cute.
Well, hate was a strong word.
Macklin didn’t absolutely hate it when you called him cute. There were times it felt nice, like when you’d scroll through old baby photos his mom had texted you, and you’d coo, “Look at baby Mack, so cute!” He’d duck his head, cheeks burning, but the shyness came with warmth because it was harmless.
Back then, he was still figuring out how to fill out his frame, still the kid everyone babied a little. But now it kind of felt annoying.
He was 19, standing 6’0, carrying 190 pounds of solid muscle that came from endless hours in the weight room and on the ice. He’d bulked up noticeably since his rookie year; broader shoulders, thicker legs, the kind of build that let him drive the net without getting shoved off.
In the 25-26 season, he was already at 29 goals and 54 assists, a Sharks team that finally looked like it had a future because of him. Alternate captain some nights.
He wasn’t a puppy anymore. He was a man who could bench his own bodyweight, who absorbed hits from guys twice his age and still finished checks. He wanted you to see that, and to treat him like the big guy he actually was.
But instead, you kept saying cute.
And the worst part? You said it about everything small and sweet. A puppy trotting by on the sidewalk during your daily walks together? “Aww, so cute!” A kid in a tiny Sharks hat waving at him after a game? “Look how cute that little guy is!” It wasn’t jealousy exactly, he wasn’t competing with dogs or toddlers but it lumped him in with them.
Another worst thing was that you weren’t even dating. If you had been boyfriend, girlfriend, something with labels and night kisses and mornings tangled in sheets; maybe the “cute” thing wouldn’t have landed like a slap every time.
Maybe he could’ve laughed it off, tugged you closer by the waist, murmured something cocky like, “Yeah? Wait ’til you see what else I can do that’s cute,” before proving exactly how not-cute he could be. In that version of things, “cute” would’ve been foreplay, a tease, a private joke between two people who already knew the heat underneath.
But you weren’t dating. You were just you and him: best friends, the girl who’d been there since forever. The one he could show up to unannounced, bruised and moody, and you’d still open the door without hesitation. The one he thought about way too much when the lights were off and the condo was quiet.
Macklin didn’t remember exactly when the feelings had started. Maybe they’d been there all along. Maybe they’d crept in slow when you laughed too hard at his dumb jokes, every time you patched him up after a fight. Either way, he’d been too stupid to name it until it was too loud to ignore.
In your perspective, it was totally harmless. Calling Macklin cute had always felt like the most natural thing in the world, the same as breathing. You never once thought it could hurt him. You’d noticed the way he sometimes turned his face away when the word slipped out, cheeks going pink, jaw tightening just a bit.
But you’d chalked it up to shyness. Macklin was shy in the sweetest ways, when you complimented his new haircut, when you hugged him too long after games, when you caught him staring at you across the room like he’d forgotten how words worked. That flush, that quick duck of his head made your chest ache in the best way. You loved seeing him like that.
You really did think he was cute. Not in a diminutive way, not like you were patting him on the head and calling it a day. Cute in the way his whole face lit up when he scored and he’d do that little fist pump shrug combo like he was surprised he’d done it again. Cute in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, cute in the way he’d sprawl on your couch looking exhausted and impossibly beautiful all at once.
Anytime a new picture of him popped up, you’d stop scrolling and zoom in. His smile, all teeth and triumph, cheeks flushed from adrenaline. Every single one made you melt a little more. There wasn’t a person on the planet who could unravel you like he did. Not with grand gestures, just by being Macklin, by existing in the same space as you, close enough to touch, far enough that you ached with it.
To no one’s surprise, you traveled to Italy with Macklin for the Olympics. He’d known Italy was one of the countries you’d always wanted to visit since high school.
When he made the Team Canada roster, he didn’t hesitate. “Come with us,” he’d said casually. “My family’s going. You can crash in the hotel, I want you there.” His parents had loved the idea; his mom had already booked your room before you could protest.
Tonight was one of those casual evenings. Canada had practice earlier for tomorrow’s quarterfinal; his family had retreated to their rooms after dinner. It was around 7pm, the city lights twinkling outside your window.
You and Macklin were side by side on your hotel bed, backs against the headboard, legs stretched out. He was in gray sweats, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. You had yours open to Pinterest, hunting for new nail inspo for when you got home.
The feed loaded slowly on hotel wifi. Then a photo popped up on your home page: Macklin during warmups, red jersey hugging his shoulders, helmet tilted just so, stick gripped tight. The angle caught the focused set of his jaw, the faint flush on his cheeks from the cold rink, eyes sharp under the visor but with that tiny smile tugging at his mouth.
You gasped out loud. Macklin’s head snapped toward you. “What? Show me.”
“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, already zooming in. “This is the cutest pic I’ve ever seen.”
He leaned over, expecting maybe a photo of kittens or one of those viral baby animal reels you sent him constantly. “Lemme see-”
You turned the screen toward him fully. His eyes landed on the photo of himself, in full Olympic gear, looking every bit the focused sniper who’d been tearing up the tournament. He stared at the screen, then immediately looked back down at his own phone, jaw clenching.
You didn’t notice anything at first. “Mack, that’s such an adorable face expression. Look at your little smile. Like you’re plotting to score the next one.”
He didn’t respond right away, he kept scrolling, thumb moving too fast. “No, it’s not. It’s just another random picture they took of me..”
You nudged his shoulder lightly. “Nooo, it’s my new favorite picture. I’m putting it on one of my home screen widgets.”
“Y/n.” His voice came out low, he didn’t snap; he’d never snap at you but he was annoyed. “Can you just stop?”
You blinked, lowering the phone. “Stop what?”
“Calling it cute. Calling me cute.” He set his phone face down on the bed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It’s not adorable. It’s just me doing my job.”
“But it is adorable,” you insisted, softer now, confused. “The way your cheeks are pink from the cold, that tiny grin, you look happy. I love it.”
He exhaled sharply through his nose, shoulders tense. “That’s the problem. You love the happy, focused puppy version. Not..” He gestured vaguely at himself. “Not anything else.”
“Mack,” you started gently, “I didn’t mean-”
“I know you didn’t.” He cut you off. “But it’s every time like I’m still the kid you met years ago.” He finally looked at you. “I’m not and I don’t want to be that to you.”
Macklin didn’t know what he expected when he said that out loud but he’d carried the words around for so long, that saying them now felt inevitable. He wanted you and maybe this hotel room in Milan, was finally the right time.
You stared at him, eyes wide. “Okay.”
He exhaled, shoulders dropping. You paused, shifting so your knee brushed his. “Then what do you want to be?”
Macklin shrugged, gaze dropping to the space between you. He couldn’t look at you right now. “I don’t know.”
“Tell me, Mack.” Your voice was gentle, coaxing. You reached out, fingers brushing along his jaw lightly.
He shook his head once, catching your wrist in his hand to pull it away before the touch unraveled him completely. His thumb brushed the inside of your wrist. “This is gonna sound stupid, but.. I just want you to think I’m good looking. Not just cute.” He swallowed. “It makes me think you don’t want me the way I want you. And yeah, maybe I’m being an idiot right now, confessing like this in the middle of the freaking Olympics, but-”
“Mack!”
He stopped rambling, eyes snapping up to yours. “Do you really think I don’t find you attractive?”
He shrugged again. “I don’t know. You never say it like that.”
You let out a soft laugh. “Just because I haven’t exactly said the words doesn’t mean I don’t think it.” You moved closer, turning so you were facing each other fully on the bed. You lifted your free hand, fingers gentle under his chin, tilting his face up until he had no choice but to meet your eyes. “If anything, you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen.”
The compliment landed softly, his cheeks flushed deeper, pink creeping up from his neck but this time it wasn’t embarrassment.
You smiled and started to lean in.
He met you halfway and your mouths brushed together. He deepened the kiss as his hand found the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair; yours slid to his shoulder, gripping the soft fabric of his long sleeve. You sucked lightly on his bottom lip, and he made a quiet sound in the back of his throat that sent heat curling through you both.
When you pulled back, both of you were smiling, stupid and breathless and a little dazed.
Macklin’s voice came out rough. “That.. that was nice to hear from you.” He swallowed, thumb brushing your cheek. “I think the same about you.”
You laughed softly, the sound muffled against his skin as you pressed another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Took you long enough to say it.”
“Me?” He huffed, but there was no bite in it. “You’re the one who kept calling me something like it was a personality trait.”
“Maybe it is,” you teased, fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “But handsome fits better.”
Macklin leaned back against the headboard, pulling you with him so your shoulders pressed together. You both settled in, he took your right hand in his, lacing your fingers without thinking, thumb tracing slow circles over your knuckles.
You reached for your phone with your free hand, still open to that photo of him, “You know,” you said, tilting the screen toward him again, “I really might make this my Instagram profile picture.”
He huffed a laugh, glancing at it, then at you. “Yeah, sure. Maybe once we make it official to the public.”
You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Oh?” You say as you leaned your head on his shoulder.
summary: you and macklin decide to play a prank you saw on tiktik on will... his reaction is very unexpected.
warning(s): established relationship, pranks, silly fluff, interpreted implications of cheating.
words: 1.3k
as soon as i showed mack the video, he was bouncing off the walls with anticipation.
i’d come across the trend of calling your boyfriend’s friends to see if they lie or not about him being with them.
now, with macklin’s friends in particular, this idea happens to be a little more complicated. when your boyfriend is constantly traveling around the country for work with his best friends, you really don’t have many opportunities to build good relationships with them.
especially when you —and your boyfriend —both happen to be chronic introverts.
mack lays beside me on the couch, already giggling like a little kid pulling a prank on his parents. “hurry up! i’ve been waiting all day,” he whines while tilting my phone toward him to see if I have a contact pulled up yet.
our first victim, will smith (hockey), is showcased on my screen, ready to call. his contact name causing me many teases since it was first discovered.
sue me for not wanting people to think i’m calling will smith... (actor).
laughing at macklin, i roll my eyes before looking at him seriously. “okay, you have to be quiet though. you know he’ll hang up as soon as he thinks it’s a prank.”
he immediately goes dead silent, nodding quickly.
smiling softly at his antics, i brush his hair out of his face and press a quick kiss to his forehead. in return, he snatches my phone and presses the call icon.
shaking my head, i scoff.
the phone barely rings before will’s panicked voice sounds through my phone speakers. “hey, are you okay?”
instantly channeling a stressed tone, i sigh quietly, convincingly. “uh... actually, not really. i’m sorry, i just have to ask you something.”
his response is immediate, relieved. “oh, so you’re okay then?”
mack raises a brow next to me, staring at the phone like it’ll personally answer his unasked questions.
i realize that my unprompted call —and the fact that macklin isn’t with him right now —probably caused him to think something physically happened to one of us.
“oh, yeah, sorry. i didn’t mean to worry you. i just- is macklin with you?”
i rush the question out with conviction, forcing my voice to sound more worried than it’s ever been in regards to mack’s whereabouts.
there’s a pause... then a simple question, not giving anything up yet.
“why?”
he’s suspicious. macklin is covering his mouth. i kick him.
“well...” i sniffle to make it sound more believable, “he hasn’t answered me for hours, and he said he was going to be with you all evening.”
i don’t say what i’m thinking exactly, letting will put the pieces together by himself. macklin laughs quietly next to me.
my foot makes contact with his ribs this time.
i hear will’s footsteps on the other side of the line, clearly pacing now, connecting the dots. “he’s not answering you?”
i have to pause, pressing my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing, before i answer him. “no. i assumed you guys were doing something and he just hadn’t seen it, but now i’m getting worried.”
i don’t hear will’s voice for a hefty minute after that. i’d have thought he figured it out and hung up on me if it weren’t for his loud pacing in the background.
“um... i need to call you back.”
he doesn’t wait for a response. the sound of his steps cut off suddenly. gasping, i whip my head to macklin. he looks at me equally surprised —both of us unsure of what just happened.
then his phone starts ringing.
his eyes go wide, freaking out. “what do i do?!”
“answer it!”
he fumbles with his phone as he answers, immediately falling into character. his voice coming out chill... too chill.
“hey man, what’s up?”
“where the fuck are you?”
will’s voice comes out more serious than i’ve heard it before. from the look on mack’s face, he relates. “woah, dude, what’s wro-”
he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, will interrupting with a particular protectiveness i wasn’t aware i'd earned from him.
“stop. i’m not in the mood to deal with some bullshit right now, macklin. why the hell is your girlfriend asking me where you are? you better have the best fucking excuse —especially after lying to her by telling her you’re with me.”
he leaves no room for mack to turn this into a joke, clearly not willing to mess around with a situation like this. something tells me that mack has never been acquainted with this side of his best friend before. a good thing i suppose.
mack, trying not to burst out laughing, tries to redirect the question. “fuck, she texted you? why didn’t she just wait for me to respond?”
this doesn’t do anything to deter will. “no, she called me. and she didn’t wait because she sounded worried as fuck about you, while you’re doing God knows what. she said it’s been hours. where are you?”
answering his question isn’t optional anymore. his patience is wearing thin.
“i- well... funny stor-”
the phone call ends.
we both stare at each other in awe. the giggles having cleared out at the intensity of will’s voice. “i did not think he’d get that ma-”
cutting mack off for the third time —this time unintentionally —my phone rings again.
i don’t have to check it to know who’s calling.
will smith (hockey)
clicking the accept button, i rush to put it on speaker. “hello?”
he doesn’t wait to rat out his best friend. “he’s not with me.”
covering my mouth with my hand, i rush to put my phone on mute. whispering to mack, “what do i say?”
he whispers back, as if talking louder would cause will to hear our plotting.
“act distraught. ask where i am.”
taking a deep breath, i unmute my mic, breathing a little unevenly. “what? where is he?” my voice coming out pitchier than i intended.
it does the job.
a sigh sounds from my phone speakers. “i- i’m not sure. i’m so sorry. i called him...” i wait for him to continue. he scoffs, thinking of his conversation with mack. “fuck, i’m so sorry, i think he’s with someone, y/n.”
the words escape him too quickly. the concept of his best friend doing something like this pains him. he’s upset with macklin. he’s upset for me.
macklin mouths something to me. he knows i can’t read lips for shit.
i press mute again and tilt my head at him. “what?”
“we have to tell him that it’s a prank. he’s going to kill me.”
i nod quickly, knowing that neither of us expected will to take it this seriously.
unmuting, i clear my throat. opening my mouth to admit to our antics, will speaks up again. “i’m so so sorry. i swear i didn’t know anything about this. if i did, i would’ve- God, i don’t know. i would’ve done something though.”
macklin, like the little asshole that he is, bursts out laughing. sudden, loud, and irritatingly infectuous. i chastise myself for laughing along with him.
i can see tears in his eyes, sending me further into my hysterics. my state only has a ripple effect on him.
“uh... hello?”
i’m not even kidding, will’s voice makes me start crying. by the time we collect ourselves, tears are streaming down both of our faces.
“oh my gosh, will...” i pause to laugh again. “will, i’m so sorry!”
beep beep beep.
the phone call ended again.
my neck hurts from how fast i turn to look at mack. both of us are calm for a second before a text comes through.
will smith (hockey) i hate you both. tell mack to watch out at practice tomorrow.
and just like that, we’re bent over in laughter again.
Will smith is shooting himself in the foot. He’d been fucking around with Mack, playfully smacking pucks at each other as they wait for their photos to be taken.
He didn’t mean it. At all!
The puck slipped, that’s what he’s telling himself, it slipped and shot right into your camera. Lens glass all over the ice, your now broken camera hanging loosely around your neck from where you had dropped it.
The arena falls silent, Macklin snorts. Wills hand covers his mouth, “oh my god” he whispers, “oh my god im so sorry” he apologizes, skating over to where you’re standing
You’re standing, blank faced as you look at the lenses on the ground, glass, hard plastic that took you two years to save up for all broken into the ice, “fuck” you curse, you look over at will, “was that?”
His heart drops, “yeah- im so sorry I didn’t realize how much- force I’d passed that at I didn’t realize it at all I’m so sorry I’ll pay for it all” he promises
You look down at the broken camera that sits against your stomach; slowly and carefully pulling it off, “oh Dorothy” You frown, “it was nice to know you”
The team photo day gets pushed to next week because the ice is contaminated with glass.
Next week you find a brand new Sony camera at your desk, wrapped with a nice bow. As well as about twenty other lenses; some that you’d been waiting for paychecks to hit before buying.
‘Again. So sorry for the damage. I hope this covers it. If not please please please contact me Will Smith #2’
You smile fondly, because he’d covered the camera and then some.
The camera lasts three weeks before it’s destroyed.
It happened during the Bruins vs sharks game. You’d been sat by the bruins net to capture the goals, or any moments. By some miracle; it’s Will who breaks your camera again. A puck deflected off the goalie; and right into your camera. And you’d gotten it all in photos .
You’re thankful you’d gotten this camera insured, and that only one lenses had been damaged; but the camera? Toast.
Will approaches you after the game, “how much do I owe you?” He asks, watching as you jump in fright, “sorry sorry- I thought you’d heard me”
“No- shit you scared me” you exhale shakily, “um. You don’t have to buy me a new one. I got this one insured after the last incident”
Will looks down as you open the uber app, “are you- do you have a ride home?”
You shake your head, “ah my cars in the shop. I’m fine”
“Let me give you a ride home” He begs, “please. I’ve destroyed your camera again. Please?”
You give in.
Three weeks later a camera shows up on your desk. A new Sony; the same model as last time, a neat little bow around it. A note with familiar handwriting
‘Sorry for breaking the camera! I really hope this is the last time I break it! They’re expensive!! If I do.. or you wanted it.. here’s my number WS #2 - xxx-xxx-xxxx’
Where is my Hockey boyfriend at?? I need him to burst into my door and say that he's been looking for me all his life, and then we live happily ever after (I promise I'm not delusional🤭🤫)
exboyfriend! who calls you to ask if you wanted any breakfast while he was out, mentioning the new waffle house down the road.
exboyfriend who picks you up exactly at 10 like he said he would, the smell of cocoa butter and his cologne filling the chilled car.
exboyfriend! who absentmindedly opens the door for you, staring at your sundress in awe.
exboyfriend! who asks if you want to smoke before, handing you the joint to light as he drove. he hummed to the music in the car, tapping the wheel lightly to the beat.
exboyfriend! who pulls into the parking lot, blowing smoke in your direction.
exboyfriend! whos lap you're on just as quick as you had gotten to the parking lot.
exboyfriend! who makes sure to be semi gentle, not wanting to shake the car too much as he bucked his hips closer to yours. He kissed your lips, nails gripping into your thighs as you moved up and down.
exboyfriend! who marks you in hickeys before you finish, walking you inside after filling your panties with cum. He held your hand, letting you follow behind him with a proud smirk on his face.
exboyfriend! who orders what you like, paying for it all and making sure you're fuller before asking to come back to his house. you'd always nap after visiting each other, why not together? you can shower at my place too, I still have some of your soap left.. He mumbled against your skin, letting the AC run through the car once more.
exboyfriend! who takes you home just to fold you in another few positions to remind you how much he knew your body, that no one else could fuck you like this. or know you as well as he did.
exboyfriend! who cleans your tired body up, the smell of lavender filling his bathroom. you could tell he'd cleaned the place up before you came over. he cleaned you gently, kissing parts of your body softly before carrying you back to bed for said nap.
strong arms circle around your waist and pull you in, making you tense up at the sudden touch. "what's wrong, love?" he mumbles against your shoulder, placing a soft kiss against the warm skin. he had noticed your tossing and turning, and you feel bad for having woken him up.
"it's nothing," you whisper back, turning around to snuggle against him.
you've been stressed lately, that much he knows. or rather, he has noticed. you've been eating less again, picking at your food for the past meals, pacing around the apartment whenever you thought he wouldn't see. but he did.
his hold on you tightens and he rests his chin on top of your head, gently rubbing your back. "i know it's not nothing, baby."
the corners of your mouth drop, and you press your nose against his neck, faintly smelling the scent of his bodywash. a scent that smells like home.
you don't answer him, closing your eyes. you don't want to burden him, especially not at this hour.
he keeps silent, too, only holds you, knowing that pressing you into telling him will only make it worse.
"just know i'm right here," he says after a while, giving you a squeeze before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
you are grateful to him for not pushing you, knowing that you'll open up at your own time.
placing a kiss on your lover's collarbone, you hum before snuggling closer against him, his warmth finally making you find sleep.
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A/N: A bit of a darker commission this time around. Good stuff still, if you're into that. Read the tags before reading the fic.
Tonight started off great for you. A night out with your friends, a few drinks a few dances, some flirting with guys who looked perfectly harmless. Looked being the key word there. When your friends offered to walk you home you declined, you lived close by and it was a safe neighborhood. So you walked home, it was fine. You didn't notice the two men following you, not until it was too late and you were pulled into their car, kicking and with a hand over your mouth.
You woke up in an apartment, one of the men between your legs rubbing his hard cock between your legs, your skirt and pants who knows where. "Finally awake, princess? About time. I was debating fucking you back into consciousness if you took much longer." You tried to get a good look at him but a hand pushed down on your throat, making you choke in the process.
Another man stood right by your head, his free hand stroking his cock, the cum dripping on your face and catching on your lips. Both men wore masks, you noticed.
"P-Please, I want to go home. My friends are gonna-" You were stopped by the hand around your throat tightening.
"Friends? You have those? Or do you have a bunch of guys wanting to get a chance to fuck this slobbering cunt?" He mocked as he pushed his cock between your folds, gathering the slick there, "Already so wet. No wonder they want a piece of you. All worked up about getting kidnapped and fucked raw."
"No, hold on. How... how is that gonna fit?" Fear was more than evident as you tried to squirm away only to have strong arms hold you by the thighs, dig and bruise. You still tried squirming away.
The man above you chuckled, "How is it gonna fit she asks. Adorable." The hand around your throat let up and instead he tilted your head upwards with both hands, cradling your face almost lovingly. "Take a look then." He cooed.
You gasped as the broad angry tip pushed against your entrance.
Once again you tried to move, to kick but those instincts went away as soon as his huge cock plunged into your sensitive inner walls. "Fuck! She's tighter than I thought! Seems like we lucked out with a real slut this time."
Hot tears streamed down your face as the two men laughed, "W-Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Since when do we need a reason to fuck a whore? You seemed perfectly willing to shake your ass at us in the club tonight. Got our cocks all hard." He moved back and forth, pushing his cock in deeper every time, an almost punishing force to his thrusts. "And then you have the audacity to act like you don't want it! When your pussy is taking my cock in like the greedy, sloppy hole it is!"
"It's not! You're wrong! I don't want it!" The man above you laughed and tapped his hand against your cheek before tilting your head back again.
"You may not but your body sure does. It's being honest. Unlike you." The tip of his cock pressed against your lips. "Understand that?" Now his hands were gentler, his fingers tapping against your cheek twice. You responded, tapping against his thigh three times. "Good slut, good girl."
Your whine stopped as soon as he plunged his entire cock down your throat. "Nnngh! Mmmn!"
"I think she said she likes it!"
"Of course she likes the taste of cock." He grinned down at you as he fucked your throat, his hands keeping your hand still. "If I feel teeth, I'm gonna make sure you never, ever wake up without my cock down your throat again. You got that, bitch?"
All you could do was choke around his length, tongue flat against the throbbing dick. "Bitch gets off on this. Her pussy... trying to milk my fucking balls it's so tight. What do you want? You want my cum?"
At the word your inner walls tightened around his cock but you couldn't say anything, you couldn't say no. "Hey, I didn't hear a no. Think she wants it."
"Wants it right... here." He had such a whimsical tone as he slapped your lower belly in tandem with his thrusts. His efforts doubled, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of choked, sloppy gurgles and mocking laughter filling the room you were trapped in. "Ready to take both our loads, slut? Ready to see what it feels like to be a cumwhore?" Of course they didn't wait for a reply when you couldn't give one.
Two taps. Three in return. And then white hot warmth. Stars danced behind your teary eyes as you were filled in both holes, jets of cum pouring down your throat, the other clamming your pussy from the inside out, flowing into your womb.
"Easy, easy." They both cooed above you. They waited for your body to stop shaking. Then you could breathe, your mouth no longer gagged by a cock. You took deep breaths but also wanted to drink down the cum that stained your lips. "Baby, look up at me." Those gentle hands once again caressed your cheeks. You placed a kiss on a wrist.
"Did we do good for you?" The other man, your other boyfriend asked, carefully withdrawing himself from your freshly fucked pussy.
You took a deep breath to steady yourself in reality. "You did so good. Incredible."
"Sure hope it was. Do you have any idea how many times we had to go over the things we wanted to say? I felt like some kinda porn star for a moment."
"You don't need that kind of an ego boost." The two men pushed against each other playfully before each taking a spot at your side and intertwining one of their hands with yours. "But you sweetheart? I'd buy your porn if you made any."
God, your boyfriends could be a little dumb sometimes. "How sweet." But you loved them all the same, because they always treated you right, except when you asked them not to.
A bf who would always massage your legs whenever you had your period. He buys you snacks and drinks from your favorite store—always willing to make you smile from the pain you experience during this time.
He would gather pillows and blankets on the couch and turn on the TV; snacks already at the coffee table—waiting to be devoured. Then he would get you from your bed, carrying you bridal style. With you plopping in the couch with a snack already at your hands—he snuggles on you.
Sometimes, when the cramps worsens, he would research foods that would help with cramps. From teas to snacks, and he would buy some warm compress for that.
your heavy eyelids slowly batted open as you made out the space in front of you to be his room. as you slowly woke, you felt the tender brushing of his lips against the bare skin of your back, gently uncovered by your nightgown.
kiss after kiss, he slowly made his way around your neck and shoulders, pressing his body against yours, letting out a soft mutter as he placed the last kiss. you turned around, twisting in the sheets that smelled of him, to face him sitting up on his side of the bed, leaned back, weakly propping himself up with his arms. his chest shone with moisture, hair tousled with small, sweat-soaked waves, covering parts of his forehead and creeping down his neck.
as he turned to look at you, hesitantly, you instinctively asked if he was okay. his chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. by the worried look on his face, your mind had already gone to the worst of places. but he slowly shook his head and moved closer to embrace you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.
“you don’t look fine,” you mumbled, gently tracing his back with your fingertips.
when he finally let go of you and mustered up the courage to look you in the eye, he said, “i had an awful dream.”
naturally, you were curious, and went on to ask about it. surely it couldn’t have been that bad, right?
“it was about you,” he began slowly, letting his head hang, breaking his gaze away from yours as though he couldn’t bring himself to say it to you. “i thought i lost you… and it felt so real.”
“but it isn’t.”
you assured him it was okay, running your hands softly through his hair, smoothing out the parts tangled up by sweat. the longer you caressed his head, the more he leaned into you, letting his arms wrap around your waist, his body pressing against yours.
for a moment, you could’ve sworn you heard him gasp for a breath as his body shuddered, almost like he didn’t have it in him anymore to stop himself from crying. but you didn’t make anything of it, and just continued playing with his hair.
it was late at night by the time both of you had gotten back, tumbling through the door as you struggled to take off your jackets and shoes, tossing them to the floor lazily.
“are you sure you’re fine with me staying?”
“of course..” he turned towards you briefly, rolling his eyes, not out of annoyance, but more so in an attempt to assure you.
he led you to his bedroom, a nervousness in his voice as he held the door open for you. all the sudden, his room didn’t feel clean enough to him. he eyed the shelves and the floor, noticing small things that should’ve been put away, but were left forgotten in the frenzy of getting ready for the party. all this time, he had secretly been hoping you’d agree to his idea of staying over, so he had shoved all his trinkets previously scattered all around into the drawers.
“sorry, it’s a little messy here,” he muttered, scratching at the back of his head.
“not at all, really,” you replied, gently rubbing his arm with your hand, a gesture that typically wouldn’t have meant anything to either of you, but now, fueled by the lingering, post-party feeling, left you both a little flustered.
“anyway—” he continued, making his way to the small, built-in wardrobe in the wall to his right. he pulled the moving doors sideways, opening it to a modest collection of clothes, hung up on racks neatly, with two sets of shelves above filled with labeled boxes. below the hanging clothes rested a bright-colored, polyester material of some sort, rolled up and wrapped with a thick band. he reached for it, unraveling it to be a sleeping bag.
you swallowed nervously, immediately assuming it was for you.
he looked over at you, and seeing your expression, immediately began stumbling over his words, “oh— no, no, this is for me..”
“what do you mean?”
he stepped aside his bed, spreading out the sleeping bag on the carpet beneath your feet.
“i’m sleeping on the floor, and you can have the bed,” he explained, quickly adding that he washed the sheets prior. you chuckled, assuring him in that half-nervous, half-flustered voice that it would be fine if he hadn’t, even though it would’ve probably made you feel the type of way you’ve been trying to hide — from him, and from yourself. the mere thought of laying in the bed he sleeps in made you flush a light pink, but for the sheets to be ones he’s twisted in just the night before? to sleep surrounded in his scent would probably prove to be far more difficult for you to ignore, to play off as a neutral thing.
when it was his turn using the bathroom, you sat down on his bed carefully, looking around the room. it was almost 3 in the morning as you struggled to keep your eyes open, a rare thing for you whilst sleeping over at someone else’s house. you took it as a good sign, one that meant he felt safe. you ran your hands through your hair, crossing your legs and looking down at your pajamas, feeling a little self-conscious with how you looked.
i could’ve worn something cuter, you thought. what am i thinking? he’s just my friend. he doesn’t care what i’m wearing.
when he finally came out of the bathroom, hair freshly fluffy from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, you had already hid yourself beneath the covers, only your head poking out. you turned so you wouldn’t see him, but once he came up to the wardrobe to change his shirt, you had accidentally caught a glance of his bare, muscular back. your head immediately turned as you shifted in the bed. in turn, he glanced your way and smiled to himself before making his way to the sleeping bag.
“are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?” you muttered as he turned off the dim, warm night lamp.
“you’re the guest, you deserve a bed,” he said, sliding into the sleeping bag with a crinkly sound.
“and you don’t?”
he hummed a no.
some time passed — you didn’t know how long, or whether you had slept at all, but you could feel his wakefulness, somehow. letting go of a breath, you risked it, parting your lips to speak:
“are you asleep?”
“no,” he responded almost immediately, his voice clear as though he hadn’t slept. you paused for a moment before mustering up the courage to suggest what you were about to.
“are you sure you don’t want to come here?”
the silence was loud for that moment, but then, you heard plastic rustling and saw a faint shadow of a man standing above you.
“i might take you up on that,” he said, tugging at the corner of the sheets and gently positioning himself in the warmth of the bed. you moved as far as you could to the other edge of the bed, which, although a double, wasn’t as spacious once he had entered it. “are you uncomfortable?”
you turned around to face him, your eyes meeting his.
“oh, no, no, not at all,” you hesitated, suddenly aware of the closeness, not even a forearm’s length between your faces.
“just tell me,” he said, almost whispering. you nodded, shifting back to your side. after a moment, he sat up in the bed, causing you to look his way again, awoken by the sudden movement.
“it’s so damn hot,” he mumbled, tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the ground before falling back into his pillow. your stomach stirred with a sense of nervousness as you watched his chest heave up and down as he breathed.
we’re just friends, you thought to yourself.
then, when he turned around, his face smushed gently against the pillow, hair sprawled out on the fabric, one hand resting gently on the space beside you, your cheeks burned up. it took a moment for you to finally fall asleep, especially facing him, but seeing as his eyes closed, and his breath had slowed down, you found it safe to do the same.
you slept well, though not for long, dreaming of something you couldn’t remember when your eyes opened in the morning. the sunlight peeked through the curtain, gently caressing the both of you and illuminating the space around your bodies. when you entered a state of consciousness, you immediately felt an unfamiliar warmth, a caress of skin against yours. to your surprise, he held you tight, arms wrapped around you, your back pressed against his chest, his face buried in your neck.
once he had awoken, feeling your movements in his sleep, it took a second before he had realized his position, and shifted his head away, whilst still holding you gently. you turned around in his arms to face him, his sleepy eyes observing you as you looked up at him.
“you know, friends don’t do these things,” he muttered, voice hoarse with the sound of just having woken up.
“what do you mean?”
he smiled, letting go of his left hand to rub his eyes as he stretched his body. “well, they don’t cuddle in their sleep.”
you gulped.
“sorry, i..”
“no, no—” he cut you off, moving closer and wrapping his arm around your waist. “i don’t mind, unless..” he let go suddenly.
“i don’t mind either.”
he closed his eyes, his lips curling into a gentle grin as he pulled you close to him once more, caressing your hair with his hand.
“you know,” he whispered against your ear. “i was waiting for another moment to tell you this, but i think now’s the time.”
“hm?”
“i think it’s pretty obvious at this point how i feel about you,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath. “and i don’t even care to hide it anymore..”
your eyes widened, a gesture only you could see, as you buried your head in his chest. a second passed before you mustered a response.
“well,” you said, voice vibrating against his skin. “i feel that way too.”
his fingers dragged across your skin, softly drumming against your spine. you didn’t see it, but you could feel him smiling again.
your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.
older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.
older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.
older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.
older!bf who loves you :(
LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3
(if you're older or the same age as the characters i have listened age them up to older than you lol)
“you have got to be quieter.” you hear your boyfriend groan behind you, covering a hand over your mouth.
he had you on all fours, eyes rolled back into your skull and he wanted you to shut up??
you whine, moving against him desperately. he always wanted to say something about your volume right before you finished. he rolled his eyes in faux annoyance, sliding a finger in your mouth for you to suck on, drooling against his hand. You try as hard as you can to shut up, hiding your face in your arms as you lean against the table.
it was getting incredibly too stressful with exams coming up. the air was more chaotic and more negative, people grouped everywhere. Even the library was pretty packed.. except for the 7th floor. The elevator was much too slow for most students to wait past floor four. Finals week, of course, had to be an exception because the first few floors were packed. The 6th floor had a handful of people, the music rooms on the 7th floor is probably the best option for studying at this point. Especially when they have private music rooms to study in.
“We'll just have to work on it, yeah?” He asked, propping a leg up onto the chair next to him to hold the arch in your back with his arm. He rutted into you, grunting in your ear before slamming into you so hard the desk began to rattle. Talk about noise..
You can feel your eyes prick with tears of pleasure, biting onto your sleeve and trying to keep down like he asked. You whined and whimpered into your arms, gripping onto the desk so hard your knuckles turned white. It was genuinely getting to the point that your vision was getting blurry. You came against him with a shaking sigh, feeling him pull out slowly.
“Turn over, I wanna see that pretty face..” He helped you turn onto your back gently, laying against the cold table as he realigned himself with your desperate cunt. He lifted your legs up, pulling them to his chest and resting your ankles on his shoulders. You could feel your slick dripping onto the table, watching him kiss your calf gently before shoving into you once more.
Your hands fly to cover your mouth, feeling him hug your legs together around his head. You knew you were being bitchy earlier, but you didn’t think he was this mad. You whimper, legs beginning to shake as he leaned forward to shove you into a mating press. You really never knew when you pushed his buttons too far, but to keep riling him up all week without relief then moving when he wanted a kiss must have overloaded him.
“B-baaaabe!” you moan out, biting into his shoulder and shoving your hands under his shirt to tear his back apart. He grips the desk for support, laughing in your face about how quick he can make you a mess. He sucks a breath in, flinching at your nails and biting into your shoulder in return.
“Next time I’ll just stop wherever we are. Bend that ass over. And let everyone see you can’t go five seconds without. my. dick.” He slammed harder with each punctuation.
You whined and whimpered, drooling against his skin. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take him like this. You dig your nails into his back repeatedly, cumming against him as shaky moans left your mouth. He slammed into you a final time, pulling out and finishing on your bra. You sigh heavily, smiling up at him as you watched him scramble to find something to clean you off with.
your boyfriend’s arms snake around your waist as you're waiting in line at the cinema, making you turn to look at him, surprised by the sudden affection. "he keeps staring at you," he mumbles.
"who?" you ask, looking around. "don't look!" he whines, pressing you against his chest. "don't give him attention."
a grin finds its way onto your lips. "nawww," you coo, gently pinching your lover's cheek. "is my baby jealous?"
his face turns a dusty pink, swatting your hand away. "'m not jealous," he grumbles, urging you forward as the queue advances. "i just don't like them ogling you like that."
you chuckle at his behaviour. "i see," you smirk, giving him a look. he meets your gaze. "what?"
you shake your head, amused. "nothing, nothing,", knowing he isn't going to be satisfied with your answer. "come on, tell me," he urges, squeezing you closer. but you shake your head, loving the way how easily he can be teased. “you’re cute like that, is all.”
his lips purse at your words. “i’m always cute,” he grumbles, tickling your sides in protest which makes you squeak. trying to wriggle your way out of his arms, he only holds you tighter against his body, resting his head on top of yours. “i love you,” he mumbles after a moment of silence, pressing a kiss into your hair. this act makes you want to melt. you turn your head to kiss his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. “i love you, too.”
cw// fluff, overuse of pet names (baby, pretty girl, gorgeous, etc), slight smut and suggestive content, fembodied!reader, poor grammar, can’t think of anything else but lmk if i should add something!
younger!bf who tries to make you laugh like it’s his only purpose in life, like it’s an achievement every time it happens even though you give laughs out freely
younger!bf who started off with cheesy nicknames as a joke ‘light of my life’, ‘beautiful girl’, ‘my pretty baby’
younger!bf who now thrives off of cheesy pet names, who calls you baby every other sentence, who gets pouty when you call him by his name, “baby please what did i do, what’s wrong”
younger!bf who doesn’t get jealous but instead possessive, he knows you’re his but that doesn’t mean he should be okay with sharing
younger!bf who’s a little naive when it comes to planning dates so when the place is actually closed because it’s a public holiday when disaster strikes he gives you a sheepish look but tries his hardest to fix it
younger!bf who when he does get it right is very unsubtly preening for your affection and praises on how good a job he’s done
younger!bf when you’re busy working on a project your clingy!bf who can be pouty and whiny on the best of days just because you’re not giving him all the attention he wants, forget work he’ll fund your lifestyle if it means you quit your job and only have to focus on him for the rest of your life
younger!bf who says as much ‘as a joke’ but if you said you wanted to quit work and be a sahgf he would be all for it
younger!bf who loves hearing just how good he’s being and how perfect he is for you
younger!bf who’s equally submissive as he is dominant, who can take control or give it up freely, who decides how he wants to act based on what you’re feeling and what you need today
“tell me what you need today baby”
“we don’t have to do anything at all”
“we can just cuddle, or i can leave you alone if you need some space”
“you can take control, own me if that’s what you want”
“whatever you’d like, pretty girl”
younger!bf who goes down on you like it’s exam day and he’s been studying all week to make sure he nails it
younger!bf who begs for every touch, every taste, any little piece of yourself that you’ll allow him
“please, i’ve been waiting for you all day”
pretty eyes staring up at you, waiting patiently for you to allow him some of your time
younger!bf who moans and whimpers so prettily while you tease him. your nails running over his chest and nowhere else is torture but he’ll take anything he can get from you. utterly obsessed.
younger!bf who breathes you in, who embarrasses you by how deeply entranced he is by your cunt
muffled between your thighs “everything, you’re everything”
“i could die here”
“i can’t remember my life without you here, a goddess walking the earth” he says it with a joking tone but the adoration in his eyes is almost frighteningly intense.
it would be frightening if you didn’t feel the exact same way about him
younger!bf who’s an overachiever, who takes care of you, who wants to make sure you’re beyond satisfied, to say screw you to anyone who underestimated your relationship with him, to anyone who said he wasn’t mature enough or man enough for you
younger!bf who knows just how to twist his words to make sure he gets what he wants
“c’mon, one more for me baby please, i know you can do it” “just cum one more time for me”
“don’t you think i deserve another one gorgeous? you told me you’d always tell me when i was doing good, show me please”
its never just once more
younger!bf who talks you through it, who knows how to be commanding when that’s what you need from him, who knows how to let you shut your brain off and just follow instructions
*over the phone* “i know it was tough today, do you just want to stay on the line with me? i’ll be back tomorrow night” — “of course i’ll help you pretty girl, just lay back for me and listen to my voice yeah?”
younger!bf who above all prioritises your safety and how you’re feeling
“i know you’re tired baby, but you promised me one more”
“remind me of your safe words beautiful, c’mon you know what they are, tell me what they mean”
“okay so you know your safe words, traffic lights pretty girl, you can tap out whenever you like, don’t be afraid to use them, i won’t be mad i promise”
“give me a colour baby, can you give me another one?”
a shaky nod, a breathy exhale
“words for me beautiful”
‘green’ “ohh my perfect girl, you’re too good to me” a stroke of your hair, a kiss on your forehead, before he’s back between your legs, thighs clasped around his head, suffocating him, allowing himself to be suffocated, you trying to muffle your moans, biting down on your own hand before he snatches it from you, entwining it with his own and puppeting your other hand to grasp onto his hair
younger!bf who says everything outright because who has time to be coy
“harder baby”
“pull it like you mean it”
younger!bf who surprises himself every-time with just how loud he is when you finally do listen, tugging at his hair and inciting something deep within him. every-time.
younger!bf who will spend the early am’s running you a bath, shampooing your hair, and changing the sheets while you’re still hazy from the countless “just one more for me”s he managed to pull out of you
younger!bf who loses himself in you and welcomes it every-time
younger!bf who prides himself on being utterly and publicly devoted to you
