Will invites his best friend to Cape Cod to spend some time with him and his family. One late night and too much wine finally breaks the sexual tension that’s been simmering for months. Morning after panic sets in that has you running and Will chasing after you. Make it as hot and steamy as you want!!
mistakes like this | w.s.
pairing: will smith x fem!reader
in which: there’s always been something between you and will. you’ve never acted on it, up until a drunk night in cape cod.
includes: NSFW. drunk sex, unprotected sex, kissing, confessions, slight angst, spit kink, praise kink, miscommunication, a lot of tension, happy/open ending.
The thing about your friendship with Will, is that it’s slightly complicated. Not in a way caused by arguments or constant conflict, because you’ve never had to deal with anything like that.
No, it’s mostly because there’s some sort of underlying sexual tension between the two of you that you’ve been trying to ignore for months. It should be expected; you’re both attractive young adults. You’re mature enough to brush off the way his eyes linger on your lips for a second longer than necessary, or how his hand always finds your lower back whenever you’re in a crowded space.
You can’t read Will’s mind, so you don’t know if he feels the same way as you. Sometimes you think he acts like that on purpose, because he knows exactly who he is.
A hockey player that’s tall, blonde, and lean with a pretty face that drives every single woman insane. Will’s always known he was attractive, even from when he was in college. When he would visit your dorm after a workout with flushed cheeks, sweat trickling down his neck, and that stupid bunny-toothed smile, he knew what he was doing.
You’ve been friends since college, but the tension between you only started brewing a couple months ago. You never used to see Will as more than your conventionally attractive friend, and you assume it’s vice-versa.
So when he came to your front door as soon as it hit June, inviting you to his house in Cape Cod to spend time with his family during the summer, you thought nothing of it.
He stood at your front door, all tanned with rosy cheeks, practically begging you to come. You couldn’t say no, especially after the pictures he’d previously shown you from all the summer’s he’d spent there. You were both excited to spend some time away from San Jose for a few weeks.
As soon as you arrived, Will immediately begged you to play golf with him. You wanted to decline his offer, mostly because you would’ve preferred to walk around town with Grace, but you couldn’t say no.
Will was adamant for you to come. Unbeknownst to you, it’s mostly because he wanted to spend some time alone with you. Sure he invited you to Cape Cod because he knew his parents and sister would love to have you with them, but that wasn’t the only reason.
Now here you are, standing in the middle of a golf course.
“Will, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing,” you complain, clearly frustrated. You’re holding onto the golf club in one hand, with your other resting on your hip. You’ve been out here for hours, and you’ve barely made any improvements on your technique.
You should’ve just went shopping with Grace. If you did, you wouldn’t be complaining about how difficult golf is while playing with Will, (who actually believes he’s amazing at the sport).
Will laughs, his top row of teeth fully on display. He’s somewhat near you, in a light blue polo that tightly hugs his broad shoulders and arms in a way that you’ve been trying to ignore. He’s wearing these white shorts that fully show off his muscular thighs; he’s obviously been in the gym throughout the off-season.
“You can just say you want my help,” he offers, that dimpled grin still plastered across his face. “I don’t blame you. Must be hard playing with someone as good as me.”
You fully turn to face Will, watching as he leans against the golf cart. The top button of his shirt is undone, making it easy for you to notice the faint glint from the silver chain peeking out. You can barely see his face because he’s actually wearing his cap the right way to block out the sun. Although it’s slightly crooked, his messy blonde waves peeking out underneath it in these little wings. Despite not being able to fully see his face, you already know how he’s looking at you.
“Oh, please,” you scoff. You’re visibly annoyed, mostly because of his ego. “I hope you know that you’re good at golf…for a hockey player.”
Will straightens, walking over until he’s in front of you. “C’mon, just let me help,” he murmurs. His voice is quiet, those blue eyes locked with yours with a small pout on his lips.
“Fine, Mr. Professional Golfer,” you hum sarcastically, turning around.
When Will fully presses his body against yours, you feel your face heat up. You’re burning hot, feeling his chest flush against your back as his muscular arms wrap around you.
“You can thank me later,” he whispers, adjusting the way you’re holding the club. His gloved hand wraps around yours while he uses his knee to separate your legs slightly. “You need to bend…”
You’re trying your absolute hardest to listen to his instructions, but all you can focus on is how close he is to you, how good he smells, how he’s breathing against your neck, and how you can feel something poking your lower back. You’re not an idiot, you know exactly what that is. You can feel his hardening length nudging against you, which you’re trying to ignore.
But feeling him this close to you is only making you ache inside. It’s only reminding you of how the sexual tension between the two of you has never died down, and it probably never will.
Will clears his throat, stepping away after a few seconds. “Now shoot, you’ve got it,” he tells you, completely disregarding how his cock was literally just pressed against your body.
You exhale quietly, pushing away the thoughts of what’s between his legs before you carefully swing. The ball travels quick and far in the air, landing somewhere in the fairway.
Will applauds you, approvingly nodding his head. “Told you I could help,” he says. He’s still smiling, his jaw flexes while he continues to obnoxiously smack on some peppermint gum.
With that, you both stay on the course for a few more hours. The weather is nice, and you’re both having fun like friends normally do. But while Will continues to chirp you for not being as good at golf as he is, you can’t stop thinking about how close he was to you. Knowing him, he probably did it on purpose because Will is fully aware of the effect he has on almost everyone around him. Especially you.
You find yourself in the kitchen, sitting on the counter with Will opposite you, leaning against the island. After you finished golfing, you came back to the house when his parents and Grace were at the table eating dinner. You joined them, slipping into the conversation easily. They asked you how your day went, and you told them everything.
Well, obviously leaving out the entire sexual tension part. You just brushed it off after you finished golfing, because it’s nothing new in your friendship. It’s not like Will staring at you like he wants to fuck you is a foreign experience. You’re used to it by now, especially because you do the exact same thing right back at him.
The rest of the house is asleep as you sit in the kitchen, splitting a bottle of wine between you. You’ve lost count of how many glasses you’ve had by now, and so has Will.
“I’m glad I came,” you admit, looking across at him. You pour yourself another glass, not breaking the eye contact. “Really— I mean, Cape Cod— wow, it’s so…really pretty.” You’re stumbling over your words as the wine begins to cloud your mind.
“Yeah?” Will questions. He laughs quietly as he finishes his glass. His eyes are slightly closed, mostly because he’s also beginning to feel a little drunk. “I’m glad you’re here too. Probably wouldn’t have had as much fun today if you weren’t with me”.
Silence fills the room. “You know,” you start, chucking to yourself. “I…I couldn’t help but notice something while you were helping me swing…” you trail off, obviously referring to his length pressing against you when you were golfing.
Will seems confused for a moment, until he notices your gaze drop. His cheeks flush, the tips of his ears turning pink. “You— uh, felt that, huh?”
You laugh, burying your face in your hands. “Of course I did,” you slur, your mind blurring once you down another glass. “There’s definitely something there.”
You’re not sure where this newfound confidence has come from. Yes, you’ve always flirted with Will in the past—and it’s been reciprocated—but never like this. Never this direct.
You don’t even register that Will was inching closer throughout your conversation until he’s directly in front of you, now standing between your legs. You feel yourself burning up as he places his hands on the outside of both of your thighs, trapping you there. He’s close to you, close enough that the bulge straining against his pants is ghosting your clothed cunt.
You’re in these skimpy sleep shorts while Will’s in these thin ones. You can still feel him beneath the thin material.
“Is it bad if I say I want you, baby?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. His eyebrows are furrowed. There’s this dark look in his eyes while his bottom lip is wet from the amount of times he’s swiped his tongue across it.
The little nickname makes your heart palpitate. You know the wine is causing this. Will’s never this direct with you. You have flirty conversations, but neither of you ever act on it.
“I—” Your voice falters. You can feel your breaths quicken. Your face is red hot while you’re fighting the urge to close the gap between you.
He looks so pretty up close. His messy, blond waves fall over his eyes while his face is close to yours. Dangerously close, that you could shift the smallest amount and there’d be no distance left.
“Iwantyoutoo,” you say in one go. You feel dazed and confused, the alcohol giving you some sort of confidence you’d never have without it. His blue eyes are intimidating; heat is pooling in your stomach while you feel the wetness between your legs increase.
Will cups your cheek, tracing his thumb across your bottom lip. He pulls it, just to see your bottom row of teeth before he leans in. His lips brush against yours, hesitant. They’re pink and soft, just begging to feel yours on his. Then, he’s kissing you in a way that’s gentle and tender.
You wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close to you as Will grabs your thigh, fingertips digging into your skin. You can taste the wine on his tongue, hints of it in his saliva. He’s kissing you in a way that’s sloppy—not because he’s bad at it, but because he’s been waiting so fucking long for this.
When he saw you on the golf course in that short skirt and tank top, he wanted nothing more than to be close to you. Throughout the time you’ve been friends with that underlying tension lingering, he’s wanted to address it.
“N-Not here, Will,” you breathe out against his lips, pulling away. You’re trembling now under his hungry gaze. You’re in the middle of the kitchen—his parents or Grace could walk in at any moment.
“I…I got you, baby,” he whispers. He places a kiss on your jaw before helping you off the counter, taking your hand in his.
Will leads you to this bedroom, quietly closing the door behind you. It’s like he can’t keep his lips off of yours for a few seconds because he’s latching onto you again, pressing you against the door. He’s kissing you even harder than before, your teeth clashing out of desperation.
His lips are still on yours as he leads you to his bed. When you fall back, Will lands on top of you, not breaking the distance. His throbbing cock is pressed against your clothed pussy, grinding slightly for any sort of stimulation.
“Need— I…I need—” you pause, pushing him away. You don’t want him to stop kissing you. You just can’t focus when he is.
His hands are on either side of you, his face still close to yours. “Words, baby. Use ‘em, please,” he murmurs, placing his hand on your cheek. He runs his thumb against your bottom lip, collecting your mixed spit on his finger. His eyes darken at the sight, the corners of his lips curling into a small grin.
“Need you inside of me,” you tell him pointedly.
His blue eyes slowly blink at you. He’s starstruck at your bluntness, especially when you look so pretty. He’s dreamed about this—having you beg for his cock before he fucks you until you come. He’s just been waiting for this day to happen, specifically for you to initiate it.
You’re both drunk. You probably won’t remember this tomorrow, but you want to savor the moment. You just want your friend to finally fuck you and put the sexual tension to bed.
Will leans back to remove his clothes, slowly reaching for the back of his collar. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the toned body that’s been growing throughout the off-season. His abs are more defined and there’s more muscle around his hips.
You thickly swallow as you desperately discard of your tank top, then you shorts until you’re left bare for him. Will’s seen you in bikinis and underwear before, but he’s never seen you fully naked.
Once he tugs off his shorts and boxers in one go, you feel more comfortable. He returns to his previous position on top of you, bracing one arm beside your head to avoid crushing you with his weight.
His cock is throbbing against your thigh as he spreads your legs open. “You need me, baby?” He’s just teasing you now, dragging the tip of his cock against your clit.
You let out incoherent words at that, chewing on your bottom lip. “Ye— Fuck, please,” you beg. You’re looking up at him, noticing the drunken look on his face. Will slides his cock inside of you, immediately groaning. He doesn’t move, waiting for you to adjust to his length while quiet whimpers leave your lips. “Oh— Oh, god,” you whine.
He starts to slowly thrust, one hand on your thigh to keep you open for him. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, kissing and biting your pulse point. He’s letting out these quiet grunts against your skin as your warm, wet walls contradict with his cock. “Feels so good…like you were made for me,” he breathes out, his words coming out slurred.
His thrusts speed up once you’re used to the stretch. You squeeze your eyes closed, one hand holding onto his shoulder while you lightly scratch his skin, with the other clamped over your mouth to muffle the pornographic sounds. You’d be mortified if his family heard exactly what was going on.
The room’s spinning for both of you. You can feel the buzz from the bottle of wine you shared, only adding to the dazed feeling. He’s grunting, these ragged breaths escaping from his lips.
“R-Right there,” you breathe out, shakily exhaling. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into you. You clench around his cock, whimpering quietly.
“You feel so good. So good,” Will repeats, his grip on your thigh tightening. His thrusts are lazy and sloppy, mostly because he’s still drunk, but also because he can feel his climax approaching.
Your eyes remain half-lidded, while your back arches into him. “I’m close— Will, god. Almost there,” you wheeze.
Your head sinks into the pillows when you clench around him, finally coming undone. Will fucks you through your climax, stuttering out quiet groans once he finishes. His hot spurts flood your walls while he slows his thrusts down, feeling your body milk every last drop of his cum.
He’s flopped on top of you, lazily kissing your neck. “So fucking good…” he trails off, pulling out of you.
You exhale, squeezing your eyes closed. That was probably the quickest, best sex you’ve ever had, but you won’t tell Will that. He doesn’t need to have his ego boosted anymore.
When you wake up to sunlight pouring through the window, you’re puzzled at first. There’s this redundant pounding in your head as you struggle to adjust to the bright light. You faintly remember a few things—arriving in Cape Cod, golfing with Will, dinner with his parents and Grace, sharing a bottle of wine with him, then you—
You kissed. Then, you had sex.
You instantly feel panic flood your features as you blink repeatedly, looking down. Your head is on Will’s heaving chest while your naked bodies are tangled together.
No. You didn’t want this to happen. You didn’t come on this family trip to fuck your best friend. The sexual tension between you two was supposed to stay as flirty jokes. You weren’t supposed to act on those desires, no matter how bad you wanted to.
You quickly remove the blanket, looking down at the mess between you. You should’ve known that getting drunk would result in something like this. You thought that the most you would’ve done was kiss, at least. You didn’t think you’d end up having his cum stuffed inside of you.
Will’s arm is wrapped around you, holding your body close to his. You manage to shuffle out of his grip, needing to get away from him. You’re not sure what the problem is. The sex was amazing. It’s something that was bound to happen, but you’re panicking for some reason. You feel sick.
You press your lips into a thin line, standing and scrambling around to pick up your clothes. You don’t want Will to see you like this, even after he saw so much of you last night. You pull your shorts on, followed by your tank top. Your hair is a mess, your eyes are struggling to stay open, and you feel nauseous.
Your panic-filled trance is so distracting, that you don’t even realize Will’s awake. He looks up at you, smiling. “Hey…” his voice is raspy and deep. “Are you okay?”
“Will,” you pause to take a deep breath, dragging your hands over your face. “I— I need to go back home, or something. I can’t be here anymore, not with you.”
He looks extremely caught off-guard by your response. His perfect eyebrows furrow out of concern as a frown appears on his lips. “What— Why? Did you not—”
Will doesn’t even have the opportunity to finish his sentence before you’re rushing out of his room, needing some fresh air. You can hear him calling after your name, but it doesn’t register in your head.
You try your best to avoid anyone that might be awake at this time. You’re finally outside, the fresh morning air making you feel somewhat better. Your breaths are ragged as you find yourself walking away from the house, not really sure where you’re planning on going. You just need to get away. Need to get away from him.
Will calls out your name again, louder this time. You turn around, watching him jog outside. He didn’t even bother to get dressed—he’s shirtless, barefoot, and wearing these thin shorts.
“Are you okay?” he asks again. He’s obviously worried; you can see it in his face when he’s standing in front of you. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you would regret—”
“Will,” you cut him off. You bury your face in your hands. “It’s really not your fault. I don’t regret it, I just…” Your words come out muffled.
Will gently grabs your wrists, treating you like you’re something delicate that might break. He pulls your hands away so he can fully see your face. “Talk to me, baby.”
The way that nickname rolls off his tongue sounds like second nature now. You look up at him, shrugging your shoulders. He just wants to know what’s wrong. You can’t even tell him what the problem is because you don’t even know.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” you admit, huffing out a quiet laugh. “I just never thought we would. I don’t know why I’m freaking out— I’m sorry, I just need to breathe.”
He watches as you take deep breaths, trying to console yourself. “I mean, I’ve been wanting to do that too,” he agrees. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to run from me now. Just wanted to make you feel good last night.”
He did exactly that, which is the worst part. He made you feel better than any man ever has. You sigh, raking your fingers through your already messy hair. “I don’t want that to mess up our friendship, Will. I— I really like you, and you’re important to me.”
Will audibly laughs, shaking his head. “Nothing could ever mess us up. Not when I like you too much,” he says easily. “You mean so much to me, y’know that?“
You force a smile at his words. He’s being genuine, which helps ease your anxiety. “I’m sorry I freaked out,” you apologize, dropping your head. You’re not sure why you had some sort of panic attack. To be honest, sex is a big deal to some extent, so your reaction was somewhat justified.
“Don’t be sorry, please,” Will says, grabbing your chin. He forces you to look up at him and the wide smile on his face. “…Would it be wrong for me to say I think we should do that again?”
You roll your eyes, lightly smacking his arm. “Fuck you, that’s never happening,” you say, knowing you don’t mean that at all.
🐰 anon i loveeee whoever you are <3 this req was so good i’m in love i literally got carried away lmfao
the ending kinda sucks though 💌
