#bottom mack

[brinimacks]

some of the baby sharks as mr men🦈

[seubrini]

26 years old omega mack who has absolutely no luck in relationships, his relationships always ending after three or four months, leaving him heartbroken, saying fuck these egoistic alphas every time.

enter smith, 20.

will who’s this golden boy old money alpha of the family, his future secured, his parents really chill, paying for will to live his best life with short flings and traveling all around the world with his friends.

lane tells mack he has to chill out and get laid after dealing with his dramatic heartbroken friends for two weeks after mack’s breakup. no feelings, just good sex for a better mood. so mack lowers a little bit age range, just for the love of the game, as lane said. will just always had a thing for older omegas. he liked them being much more mature and usually more experienced in bed than people his age.

and will is drooling the second he see mack’s profile, almost jumping around the room when he swipes left and sees it’s a match. texts mack immediately. doesn’t even pretend he cares about texting. mack is the most beautiful omega will ever seen and he wants to see him right now.

mack isn’t so sure at first—his heart still a little bit broken, too tired to deal with overexcited young alpha who probably won’t even care about him in bed properly, just take what he wants and leave. but he agrees to a date anyway, because there’s something about will almost literally begging him to meet that made it impossible to say no to him.

the dinner is nice. will picks him up with his big expensive car and takes them to some really good fancy restaurant, while mack expected a cocktail bar at best.

will proposes to go to his place after, just for a little drink, as he promises.

it starts just with will’s hand landing on mack thigh—palm hot and firm, and confident, moving up and down, mack’s skin burning under the touch. it’s mack who reaches out for a kiss first.

will’s mouth taste like wine and mint gum, his scent sweet and heavy dripping on mack when he covered him with himself on the leather couch, thigh already between mack’s legs, pressed right into mack’s pussy—already throbbing and wet, and wanting.

will doesn’t even try to fuck him, just dropping on his knees on the floor, dragging mack’s pants down and burying his face right in between macklin’s thighs he’s gripping on hard with his hands. he eats mack’s cunt like he a meal he’s been starving for forever, licking and sucking on mack’s clit, pushing his tongue inside, drinking the all the embarassing amount of slick leaking out of macklin’s needy hole.

mack comes on his face with the loudest moan he ever let out, his whole vision going white and when he comes back on earth, panting and flushed red, his cunt throbbing hot like never before, will’s already back on him, grinning, mouth shining wet.

"that was the most delicious cunt of my life," will whispers into mack’s mouth, his hair ruined, before he kisses macklin again.

[sleepy-hyperfixations]

Sleepy's Willmack fic rec part 1

*bare with me i have alot.

**most if not all of these are bottom mack, unless specified, you've been warned.

***some fics including boypussy pls read tags carefully

****additionally these will be in order from oldest bookmarked to newest which means #1 on this part is my first bookmark and everything after is newer

*****bookmarks 1-50

key: Ω - omega mack

1. heaven in hiding by eros_menoitiades Ω

rating - E

Macklin Celebrini is an omega, and Will might be the only person on the face of the earth to know it.

2. got me at your fingertips, intertwined by tokyometropolis (mesohorany) Ω

rating - E

The night before the Beanpot championship, Will gets his Rut early. Very early. Okay, no big deal, right? Right--except he's sharing a hotel room with one Macklin Celebrini. Chaos ensues.

3. i guess i'll fuck around and find out by borderlinecall Ω

Rating - E

So Will hadn’t given much consideration to Mack going through heat all alone back in California after that. Heat’s not all that serious and phone sex is too boring to be worth anyone’s time. Will’s pretty sure phone sex as a concept is even more made up than alpha health. Leno will send him really filthy snapchats sometimes, but that’s usually a thinly-veiled attempt to get a rise out of him more than an invitation to get nasty at a distance. And Mack didn’t offer and if Will’s being honest he didn’t even want to push, so. The team gets back from the road trip, Mack comes off IR, and it keeps being more and more of a relief that the guy he’s kind of bonding to, a little, is — well, is the right one, apparently. Whatever that means.

4. Selfish by Vallkyr

Rating - T

“It’s unacceptable, William! How could you possibly think I would be fine with this?”

5. steal the keys to my heart by Japery

Rating - E

“We basically met at the club, too,” Will says.

And then, he says something low, nonchalant, like he's not just lobbing it at Mack from across an empty parking lot.

“You wanted to fuck me so bad.”

5. half his clothes went missing (my body's where they're at) by Japery

Rating - E

Toffs sits them both down in one of the trainer's rooms before the third starts.

“So, the Penguins say you're fucking,” he says bluntly.

“Um,” Macklin says.

6. Real Slick, Nervy by ghostsinmachine

Rating - M

Mack can be a real freak sometimes. Unfortunately, Will’s into it.

7. snow on the beach by eros_menoitiades

Rating - E

Will and Mack fall in love like you fall asleep- slowly at first, then all at once.

8. fragrant by tokyometropolis (mesohorany) Ω

Rating - E

AKA Will’s weird about scent. Thank God Mack’s into it.

9. pretty boy by alltimecharlo

Rating - E

Have you 🫵 ever thought about Macklin Celebrini, first overall draft pick 2024, being pretty wearing lingerie?

Will Smith Hockey certainly has!! And I now invite you to as well…

10. white chocolate raspberry mochas by somewhat_invested

Rating - T

It’s an honest mistake anyone can make, developing an unfortunate, probably unrequited, crush on a coffee shop regular. How was Savannah supposed to know he was in love with his best friend?

11. Show Me (Those Pretty White Jaws) by Ricawritesthings

Not Rated

Macklin has a biting thing. Then he just plain has a thing for Will. Will is amenable.

12. game-worn by stickjockeys

Rating - E

mack wears will’s jersey and they get weird about it

13. 5 times Will shut Macklin up and 1 time Macklin returned the favour by hyphen_abyss (orphan_account)

Rating - M

There are two facts about Macklin Celebrini that Will Smith knows by heart.

Macklin won't shut up unless he's forced to

Macklin has an oral fixation the size of the sun

Will has an idea.

14. so intimately rearranged by Insidious__Apple

Not Rated

5 times Will and Mack were adorable together, and 1 time they finally did get together

15. about you by alltimecharlo

Rating - T

Mack’s first clue that something’s wrong is the way his head feels like it’s been stuffed full of cotton wool, the kind you pull apart with your fingers.

16. a soul in tune by alltimecharlo

Rating - G

Will has gotten used to having Mack around.

Maybe too used to it.

17. You're Mine by kojafras

Rating - G

Mack feels like an idiot as he whispers, “Will?”

The long rat thing chirps.

“Oh my god.”

18. ✅ I Agree to Uber's Terms of Service by lizzstomania

Rating - M

Mack's car is in the shop, he has the most beautiful Uber driver on the planet, and he's being so, so normal about it.

19. talk too much by alltimecharlo Ω

Rating - E

“Next time,” Mack says a little slower as he wriggles around underneath Will, causing Will’s knot to catch at his rim, “I wanna fuck myself on your cock and you can lie back and look at me being all pretty for you.”

20. Not My Monkeys But Somehow My Circus by natemackibbles

Rating - T

The Willmack Frat Boy AU featuring Frat President Will and the boyfriend he didn't know he had.

21. rookie mistake by alltimecharlo

Rating - M

Mack’s known for a lot of things.

His shot, his skating, his hits. The C stitched to his chest like it was put there the day he was born. And, maybe most of all, his temper.

22. you're in my veins by Anonymous

Rating - E

Will knows how to turn Mack's brain off for him.

23. just like heaven by thatblackstarinleo Ω

Rating - E

Will goes to college, plays hockey, accidentally bonds with his biggest rival, and absolutely refuses to acknowledge it.

24. admiring from afar (my girl) by alltimecharlo *fem mack

Rating - E

Will tells himself he has it under control.

It’s not like this is new—he’s been dealing with this thing, this ridiculous, unshakable crush on Mackenzie Celebrini since college. He’s had years of practice shoving it down, playing it off, turning it into something manageable.

And for the most part, he thinks he’s done a pretty damn good job of it.

25. breathe me in by alltimecharlo Ω

Rating - E

Mack presents as an omega a week before prospect camp—everything completely new, completely overwhelming.

At the suggestion of the Sharks, Will, a rookie alpha, volunteers to be his stabilising bond.

This couldn’t possibly go wrong… right?

26. 0 Days Since a Mack-Induced Incident by untilwefind

Rating - G

It started as a joke. A whiteboard in the Sharks locker room tracking the number of days since Will Smith suffered a “Mack-induced incident.” But two weeks and several public flirtations, dropped protein shakes, and minor injuries later, Will’s starting to think the real problem isn’t Macklin Celebrini’s absurdly casual hotness. It’s how badly Will wants to do something about it.

27. The Only Play by spinningdewdrops

Rating - M

To protect Will from getting traded, Mack marries him. Will does not remember agreeing to this plan.

28. give it to me, baby by xminiminx

Rating - E

Will bullies his way into Mack's space as he’s washing up their dishes and presses his chest all along Macklin's back, hands planted on his waist.

“You trying to get wifed up, huh?” he teases, hooking his chin over Macklin's shoulder.

Mack fumbles the plate he’s holding and nearly drops it.

29. Five Celebrinis and a Smith by untilwefind

Rating - M

Will spends a chaotic week at Mack's family beach house in Vancouver, where the mornings start with resilience training, the s’mores are sticky, and everyone keeps walking in on them.

30. Nothing Scares Me, Least of All You by untilwefind *unfinished

Rating - E

Will’s been waiting for someone who wasn’t intimidated. Mack shows up and demands everything.

31. pacify by harrypotterstyles4

Rating - E

It’s two am and Mack is still going on about their shitty PK from the second period. He gets it, to some extent. He hates losing too, truly, but there’s no point in dwelling on it to the point they end up sleep deprived.

32. anywhere you want me by alltimecharlo

Rating - E

“Macky, this is my friend Will. He’s staying for dinner.”

Mack bristles immediately. Macky. He hates when Aiden says that in front of people. Especially cool new people with very blue eyes.

“Mack,” he corrects quickly. Firm.

Will smiles again, this time a little wider. “Hi, Mack.”

Mack swallows. “Hi,” he says, softly.

33. Brother, Best Friend, Boyfriend, Bane of My Existence by untilwefind *unfinished

Rating - E

Will and Aiden have been best friends forever. Mack was the annoying younger brother. Until he wasn’t. Now Mack's at BC with them and Will and Mack are dating, very publicly, and Aiden is suffering the consequences.

34. Mine by sharp_edges

Rating - E

It was easy enough for Will to ignore how strange it was when he unlocked the door to the Thorton’s guest house shed thingy to see Mack sat across the kitchen counter from the two other Wills, one nearly identical to himself, and the other greying, twenty years older and forty pounds heavier, Instead Will’s focus was on how cool it was, but now? After watching the other Wills fuck his boyfriend? And now one of them other Wills is touching him? it's not strange, it's downright weird. Maybe good weird?

35. you were my favourite colour by golden_hestia

Rating - M

or, another frat!au

36. rough and tumble by Anonymous

Rating - E

Mack gets antsy sometimes after games, even when they win.

Will just wants to help Mack calm down.

They fight, and both of them are a little too into it. And into each other.

37. We Don't Do Deviations by untilwefind Ω *unfinished

Rating - E

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

They had rules. Condoms. Plans.

But when Macklin Celebrini goes into unexpected heat during a live broadcast moments after the San Jose Sharks win the 2024 NHL Draft Lottery, everything they thought they could control falls apart.

38. love's embarrassing as hell by blossomsvoid Ω

Rating - E

the one where mack has a bad heat and will helps him through it

39. Bulking Season by untilwefind

Rating - E

It’s the summer before their sophomore season with the Sharks and Will is visiting Mack in North Van. Mack is starved for alone time, obsessed with Will’s new muscles, and trying very hard (and failing) to be subtle about it.

40. Right On Time by untilwefind

Rating - E

Mack shows up twenty-two minutes late to family dinner with a suspicious hickey, Will in tow, and absolutely zero plausible deniability. Robyn notices everything, Rick says nothing, and Will keeps rubbing it in. Literally.

41. In Hot Water by untilwefind

Rating - E

Mack’s just trying to survive one week of winter break with his boyfriend in a rented cabin full of Celebrinis, but his chaos-loving little brother has other plans. And no respect for privacy, hot tubs, or personal space.

42. Palatal Petechiae by untilwefind

Rating - E

Mack survives a dentist appointment, a soft palate injury, and the world’s most humiliating backyard BBQ. All thanks to Will’s dick and Dr. Cohen's observational skills.

43. I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off by Anonymous

Rating - E

The AC went out, how can you blame Will for being obsessed with Mack when its too hot to think straight?

44. Boiling Point by untilwefind

Rating - M

Mack takes a punch. Will nearly throws one.

(aka: the one where Aiden crosses a line and Will stops being polite.)

45. sounds like trouble by dalsy

Rating - E

or; will gets big. mack loses his shit.

46. Tape review by alltimecharlo

Rating - E

The laptop sits closed on the coffee table between them. Mack glances at it, brows knitting.

He’s watched plenty of game tape, sure. Only, he’s never reviewed tape of himself having sex before.

47. picture perfect by dalsy

Rating - E

“Didn’t think you’d be here this early,” Mack said, tossing his stick onto the bench.

“I had to figure out how to make you look photogenic,” Will replied, lining up a test shot. “It’s an uphill battle.”

Mack leaned on the boards, smirking. “Funny, I thought you already had a folder on your laptop labeled ‘Mack, Best Lighting.’”

Will’s pulse stuttered. He swallowed it down with a scoff. “It’s for professional purposes.”

“Sure,” Mack said, stepping onto the ice. “So, where do you want me?”

Anywhere. Everywhere.

Will adjusted his lens instead. “Center ice. Pretend you’re not trying to make me regret doing this for free.”

48. will you lay down your armor (and be with me forever)? by scifibabe

Rating - T

Mack’s living the dream. Training with Sidney Crosby in Nova Scotia, eating like a king, trying not to die during workouts. It’s great. Really. Amazing. But also? Kind of the worst. Because everything reminds him of Will. So when Sid casually asks, "why not invite him out?" Mack does. Because he’s a normal, chill person who definitely isn’t harboring weirdly intense feelings for his best friend. Nope. Not him. Anyway, it’s fine. Just two guys, one brutal training regimen, a very much not suspicious amount of physical contact, and zero coherent plans for what comes next.

What could possibly go wrong?

49. They kiss? …They kiss! by Anonymous

Rating - G

companion piece from Sid's POV to will you lay down your armor (and be with me forever)? it won't make much sense unless you've read the first one!

50. California Lovin' by Anonymous *unfinished

Not Rated

Will thinks he knows the general idea of what to expect from his first year with the Sharks, as an actual NHL player. He knows that he's gonna have to fight like hell with his team for the wins, that there's going to be a fair amount of losses that he'll just have to learn to deal with.

What he doesn't expect is to become infatuated with a dancer at one of the specialty clubs the Sharks visit occasionally when they do win.

[fishboxing]

milf omega mack x younger alpha pool boy will wip

3k of unpolished unfinished wip of willmack agegap with will having a mommy kink at the end so pls ignore if u see this and that isnt ur thing.. inspired by @aphelion228's pool boy will au ^_^

Will feels like his brain is oozing out of his ears.

His classes ended weeks ago; another year in college passed by like a train at full speed. If he were given the choice, he'd prefer to be standing on the tracks rather than be in the train cabins after experiencing that shit show of a year.

But hey, what's college if you didn't feel like killing yourself every single second the moment you wake up.

Now he's alone, bored out of his mind after his family left him for their work ("Adults don't have summer breaks, darling. Enjoy it while you can!" His mother shouts before slamming the door shut. Will wanted to shoot his head at the dread of the future, but decided against it. At least he can jerk off freely now that he's alone in the house.)

Which he wasn't able to do, by the way. He can't even get his dick up with how much the heat is fucking with his mind.

Currently situated on his bed—buck ass naked, save for his boxers—the heat around him felt torturous. The overhead fan is on its max, blasting even more hot air around the room. His skin is damp despite not doing anything all day but lie on his bed and doomscroll on his phone. He's already taken a bath twice, and still the heat persists, sweat forming on his back and temples the moment he steps out of the shower.

His laptop is thrown on the side, a video of a chick gulping down a faceless alpha's cock looping again and again. The sounds of wet gagging fill his room as he stares mindlessly at his overhead fan, his brain too heat-addled to mind the sound, or to try and get himself off, or to even move and take a shower again.

His phone buzzes. Once, twice. He ignores it, thinking its just Leno or Gabe or Leno and Gabe bothering him after the two of them rainchecked on him the day before their planned beach trip. Fuck those two.

Another buzz, this time longer. He presses on the lock button to cancel without looking, but another call comes.

He looks at the lockscreen. Sees three messages and one missed call from Toff.

Toff: u up for a side hustle kibble?

The proposal of easy money catches his interest.

Toff: ik youre not busy bud answer my call

Will: how much

Toff: u name it

Will: a hundred

Will: per hr

Toff: deal

Will: kidding

Will: What

Toff: here's the address

Will: Wait WAIT

Will: ARE YOU MAKING ME DELIVER HARD DRUGS IM GONNA PASS ON THAT

Will: IM TOO YOUNG I CANT GET ARRESTED I STILL HAVE A LIFE AHEAD OF ME

Toff: fk u mean drugs u just need to clean his pool

Will: oh ok cool

Will: wait idk how to clean the filters n shit tho lol

Toff: watch tutorials on tiktok

Toff: youre wasting your day doomscrolling on it anyway

Will: Right yeah

Will: i dont have the supplies

Toff: he already has it

Will: ok so why dont he just do it himself

Toff: do u want the job or not

Will: YES DAMN i'll take it its practically easy money

Toff: you don't need to do much anyways just skim with a net and dump the chlorine and stuff his pool's pretty maintained

Will: whtv just send me the address

Toff: Sent a location

Toff: tell him ty sent you

Will thumbs the chat bubble and cackles to himself evilly.

A hundred? Per hour? For a bare minimum pool cleaning? The guy must be stupid, or a geriatric man, or a nepo drowning in money and doesn't have the slightest idea of what to do with it. Hey, he's not one to judge; he's taking advantage of the money anyway.

—

The guy, in fact, was not a stupid young nepo baby or a geriatric man, but a fucking bombshell of an omega.

The moment the door opened, the warm, delicious scent of vanilla hits Will in the face like a freight truck. The omega in front him, for lack of a better word, is a fucking rocket—his cheeks rosy pink and flushed, hair slicked back and damp. His skin is practically sparkling, shiny with a thin layer of sweat.

"Hey, do you need something?"

And his shorts. Will made a mistake of looking down.

He's wearing the tiniest compression shorts known to man. The cloth is almost sheer with how tight it's squeezing his thighs. So fucking tight that Will can see the outlines of his pus—

"Hello?" The older omega pants out, wiping the sweat from his face with a small towel.

Will wished he could just lick it off of him.

"Oh. Uh." Will answers dumbly, looks at his phone, skims through the chat, and sees tell him ty sent you.

"Thank you sent me."

The omega looks at him questioningly, biting his lower lip and holding in a laugh. "I don't—?"

Will snaps from his daze and realizes how stupid he just sounded.

"Fuck. I mean, Ty sent me. Tyler Toffoli?"

The omega's face brightens in recognition. "Oh! Are you the pool boy? I'm Macklin, but you can call me Mack. Come in!"

Yeah, I'll come in alright. Will answers in his mind. And immediately takes it back, shaking his head in disbelief at how knot-headed he's acting like right now.

Then, Mack turns around, and Will's faced with the fattest ass he's ever seen. It's practically unreal how fucking fat it is that he can't find the words to describe it. He feels like the seams are gonna rip open the moment Mack bends over.

"Sorry for looking like a mess. I was doing my yoga when you knocked."

Will doesn't know if Mack's ass is really bouncing as he walks away from him, or if it's just his porn-brained self acting out. He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and realizes his mistake as pure omegan pheromones mixed with Mack's vanilla scent enter his nose.

He mentally scolds his dick, now sitting half-chubbed. Great. Not only is he sweating his balls out in this heat, but now he has to deal with trying not to pop a boner in front of this sweet, sweet, clueless omega.

His eyes immediately drift back towards Mack's ass as he opens them. A beat of silence passes; Will does not realize that Mack's looking back at him.

"I didn't get your name?"

"Huh? Oh! It's William. Will." Heat creeps up on his neck, feeling ashamed at Mack seeing him shamelessly ogle at his ass.

Mack's eyes squint at him, almost like he's seizing him up. Will might be imagining it, but he swears the omega's eyes pause a bit when he reaches his crotch.

Will shyly covers his dick with his hands and smiles at Mack, trying to hide the growing boner in his swimming shorts. Down boy, not now!

Mack eyes him slyly, his lips forming a smirk, and goes back to walking again—this time with his hips slightly swaying side to side.

"This way to the pool."

God if you love me, please help me. Will prays in his mind.

—

After Mack has practically yapped his ears away, apologizing for the last-minute request and telling him: "My daughter wants to have a pool party for her 7th birthday. It's tomorrow, by the way. If you want to attend, you can come! I'm sure Cat and Ty would love to have your company."

And other shit Will couldn't focus on after hearing he has a daughter. A seven-year-old daughter. He heard his heart break at the possibility of Mack being mated with an alpha—probably too knot-headed and stupid enough to leave him alone in their house.

If Will was his alpha, he'd be stuck to Macklin's side 24/7. Will doesn't care about the traditional secondary gender roles. If Mack wanted to provide for their home, Will would willingly let him and accept the role of the house husband. He can cook meals for Mack, clean the house, and he's good with kids, anyway. And the moment Mack steps back home, he'd end his day buried in Mack's pussy, with the determination to pup him up again and again and again.

"You have a daughter? But you look so young."

"It's rude to assume an omega's age." Mack answers jokingly while handing Will the cleaning supplies.

"Oh! Uhm, I thought—sorry. Nevermind."

Mack laughs at him, smacking his arm and throwing his head back. Will thinks it's the most beautiful sound that's graced his ears. "It's fine. I get that question a lot. I'm in my thirties. Still pretty young, but too old for you."

Will's conflicted. He feels like Mack's flirting with him, with the way he keeps on batting his eyelashes at him and touching his biceps. But he hits him with the too old for you statement.

Fuck that, there's no such thing as too old for him.

He's fucked around with omegas older than Mack to the point that Leno and Gabe coined him the nickname of cougar hunter.

"Thirties? All this time I was thinking your alpha just locked you down while you were in high school."

"Strike two. You don't assume an omega's mating status." Mack wags a finger at him, sighing out and feigning disappointment.

Will tries to hold himself back from perking up.

"Wait. So you're not mated?" He receives an exasperated look as a reply. Mack gestures at his own neck as if stating the obvious.

"Do you see any mating bites?"

"Damn, your alpha's dumb as fuck then."

"Will," Mack's tone drops as he sets the last bag of chlorine on the table, setting his hands on his hips.

"There is no alpha. I'm not mated. I don't give a fuck about who my daughter's father is, nor does she, so," Mack ends his sentence with a shrug.

Will's pumping his fists in his mind right now. He's practically salivating at the thought of this smoke show of an omega being a free real estate right now.

"If I were your alpha, I wouldn't—"

Mack cuts him off with a laugh. And slaps him on his arm. Again. He waves his hand dismissively while giving Will a teasing look.

"I've heard that one too many times already. Start cleaning the pool instead, yeah? I bet your friends are waiting for you to finish today so you can do whatever teenagers do these days."

And that sounds like painful rejection to Will.

But when Mack sashays away—discreetly hiking his shirt up to show his ass, walking with a slight hop on his steps that gives his ass and thighs the right bounce, Will feels his dick twitch and decides that he won't let this summer end without getting a taste of the omega of his dreams.

—

God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind.

He's currently skimming the surface of the pool. His shirt is damp, clinging to his back as the sun beats him down. Sweat is dripping down his temples, running down his face, and dripping down his chin to the concrete surface.

Fuck. He would've enjoyed this if he had a front row view of Mack's ass. Or not. If Mack was still skittering around him with those tiny shorts of his, he probably would've fainted on the spot with how fast his blood would rush towards his dick, knot popped out in the open air.

As he takes his shirt off—using the cloth to wipe the sweat off his face, a warm vanilla scent permeates his senses.

Speaking of the devil.

He thought the compression shorts were bad, but what Mack's wearing right now is worse.

He walks out of the house, wearing the skimpiest tankini he's seen in his entire life. He didn't even fathom that tankinis could look skimpy in the first place.

Mack's wearing a teal halter top, ending right at his belly button, paired with tight cheeky bottoms, tight enough that its straps were digging into his hips and finely outlining his cunt.

God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind and looks away, using all his willpower to stop himself from popping a boner.

"I made some drinks, come rest for a while!"

"I should probably finish this first."

Mack huffs, crosses his arms, and cocks his hips. "I feel bad for letting you work under this heat. Did you even apply sunscreen?"

Will manages to shake his head no. "I didn't bring one." He croaks out.

"Take a seat, then. I'll help you apply it on your back."

Then Mack bends over, which—totally unnecessary—he could've crouched or even kneeled to pick up the sunscreen off the floor beside the lounger.

Will manages to hold back groaning out loud, pressing his lips together, which resulted to a small whimper. Kinda pathetic, really, but he can't resist it when the omega bends down, exposing his ass to Will, his panties outlining the slit of his pussy.

The sun is beating painfully down on his skin; he's sweating like hell, and his dick is throbbing in his swimming shorts. Will can't believe this is what his summer break's come to.

He watches the omega lather sunscreen on his legs, rubbing the lotion on his shins, up to his thighs. Will gulps audibly at the sight of Mack's fingers digging into his pale skin, wishing that it were his fingers squeezing his fleshy thighs.

He squirts more lotion onto his palms, massaging the cream on his neck down to his chest. He closes his eyes and releases a small breathy moan after he presses hard on a particular spot on his shoulder.

Mack suddenly stops his ministrations, looking at Will with wide eyes, sight dropping down to his crotch.

Only does Will realize that he's rumbling, vibrating low in his chest, but loud enough for Mack to notice.

Mack gives him a sly smirk, lying face down on the lounger and resting his head on an arm. He turns back to Will, cheeks squished on the crook of his elbow.

"Can you help me out?"

Will drops the net, holding himself back from jumping Mack as he walks towards him.

And since he's stupid and horny as fuck, he trips on his own feet as he nears Mack.

His face was so, so close to planting right on top of Mack's ass, avoiding him by an inch as he managed to stop himself with a hand on the lounger.

The heady musk of sweet, sweet omega slick, mixed with the chemical smell of sunscreen, assaults his senses, almost sticking to the back of his throat.

Oh. Mack's wet.

This feels like a start of a porno. His mind unhelpfully supplies.

Like, those pornos with terrible plots. Ones where the single omega MILF opens the door for the pizza delivery guy while wearing the skimpiest clothing, or where the alpha accidentally trips out of thin air and faceplants his mouth on the omega's pussy.

Will feels a tug on his head. Mack has already turned his body around without Will noticing.

Usually, the pornos start out with terrible, cringey lines, like—

"Wanna have a taste?"

And Will dives right in, pressing his nose directly onto Mack's slit, taking in a deep breath.

His eyes almost roll to the back of his head at Mack's heady scent, mouthing at his pussy above the cloth. He moves the offensive cloth—holding it in place with a finger, licking up a fat strip from Mack's hole up to his clit and circling the tip of his tongue around the engorged nub. Mack releases the most delicious moan he's ever heard, hotter than the chicks he's fucked in college.

"Will!" Mack screams out in pleasure as Will focuses on his clit, alternating between sucking and softly biting the nub.

Will feels like he's in heaven, lapping up the slick gushing out of Mack's pussy like a starved man. Mack grips the crown of his head harder, pushing his face deeper into his pussy, his slick completely covering Will's lower face and dripping down his chin.

"C'mon, c'mon pup," Mack moans out, throwing his head back as he grinds his cunt harder into Will's mouth. "Make mommy come on your mouth."

And fuck. Will almost blows his load on the spot. One of his hands goes down on his shorts, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing around the knot that's slowly growing.

His other hand creeps up on Mack's cunt, spreading his lips and exposing his hole to the air. Will gathers his saliva in his mouth and spits directly on the hole, rubbing his saliva around with the pads of his fingers before he enters, immediately setting a fast pace and fucking his fingers upwards as he sucks on his clit.

Mack releases a whorish moan, his thighs clamping and squeezing Will's head as he comes, squirting on his mouth like a fucking waterfall, his cum splattering on his cheeks and neck, dripping down his chest. Will slurps all his slick up loudly, his tongue replacing the fingers on pussy, prolonging his orgasm.

"Fuck. Baby, enough." Mack tries to pull his head away, but Will resists, pushing his face in further and continuing to lap up his slit. Mack feels the pain of overstimulation creeping up his spine.

"Will, that's enough!" He kicks on Will's shoulder, successfully unlatching his mouth from his pussy.

Will looks debauched, his pupils dilated that only a thin ring of blue is visible, his lips spit slicked with remnants of Mack's come dripping down his chin, covering his cheeks and neck. Mack knew he was a squirter, but he'd never experienced gushing hard enough that his partner looked like a fucking wet dog.

Mack looks down, seeing Will's arm beneath the waistband of his shorts, a damp, wet spot present on the front.

aaaaaaand will fucks mack on the lounger, pounding into the omega's pussy as he tries to dampen his noises with his hand covering his mouth.

"f-fuck, fuck, will," mack whines out loud, voice still loud despite the hand on his mouth, his pussy slick splashing will's crotch every time he drives in hard. "s'good, so good baby. c'mon, fuck me harder."

will gives up on trying to silence mack, uncovering his mouth and instead gripping his plush thighs, giving them a hard squeeze before pushing them up up up, putting mack into a textbook classic mating press.

mack releases a delicious moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as will slows down, opting for deep, hard thrusts, targeting his spot dead center with his cock. his pussy gushes out slick consistently; will thinks the omega might've been peeing on him, delirious with the onslaught of pleasure given to his pussy.

"s'good? am i doing good?" will pants out, his lips pressed tight to mack's ear.

"yesyesyes baby, fucking mommy so good," mack's words get cut off as he cums, his release catching him off guard.

will doesn't relent. he brings a hand down to his pussy, fingers rubbing tight circles around his clit. mack's legs shake as his orgasm is prolonged, eyes permanently rolled back to his head as will continues to pound on his pussy. the lounger is practically soaked with mack's slick.

"can i cum inside you mommy? please?" will whines, desperation seeping in his voice as his thrusts become erratic. "w'nna knot you, w'nna fill you up with my cum 'til it takes."

mack gasps out, his hands flying to will's shoulders and scratching deep, red lines along his back. the thought of being pregnant again, his belly swollen with life and tits heavy with milk, shouldn't turn him on this much, especially since will is practically a kid, barely out of fucking college. but the said kid is scrambling his brain—and his guts—with how fucking good he is with his cock, knowing where and how to hit all the right spots without mack even instructing him. and the way he whines out with a breathy, pleading voice just hits right for mack.

"yeah, yeah go ahead baby," mack rasps, his throat scratchy from how loud he's been moaning his heart out. "give me your knot. pup me up. make me a mommy again."

with a few thrusts, will pops his knot in his pussy, locking the two of them together as spurts and spurts of his warm load cover mack's walls. he buries his face on mack's neck, mouthing and licking at his scent gland, sobs of mommy, mommy, mommy spilling out of his mouth as his hips continue to rut into his pussy.

[lantasticbrini]

buzzfeed puppy interview when??

cue bts footage of mack looking astronomically down bad and when the sharks team is editing, what sounds suspiciously like your getting me pregnant immediately, is removed from the video but sadly not their minds

[willmackdaddykink]

while they’re out with the team one night, someone starts a discussion about kinks.

mack stays extremely quiet and tries to brush off his teammates’ goading, keeping his head down to hide the blush rising along the apples if his cheeks. there’s no way in hell he’s ever mentioning any of his kinks out loud, and especially when will, the star of every single one of his fantasies, is sitting right there.

will is obviously doing the same, trying to stay under the radar until reevo makes a comment about how he’s “sure that will’s secretly into some hardcore shit, because it’s always the ones who look like angels”

a slow smirk grows on will’s face, a beat of silence passing as everyone waits. from the way will’s eyes are gleaming mischievously, they know something’s coming.

“shibari” will simply says, making mack’s heart immediately drop to his stomach, and his mind running on an increasingly heated loop of “oh my god oh my god oh my god” as his brain instantly conjures images of himself tied up in intricate patterns, completely and utterly at his best friend’s mercy. he knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. the thought of will being into the same thing as him has his head reeling, heat pooling low in his stomach.

the team has a vastly different reaction, no one even understanding what will is talking about.

“man, what the hell is that, is it even a real thing or are you making shit up?” toff pipes in, his eyebrows twisting in a frown. a few of them nod along, thinking that will’s having their head.

mack doesn’t even realise he’s opened his mouth before the words come tumbling out. “japanese rope art. like, tying up people and stuff.” he blurts out, feeling his face heating up even more as everyone’s heads snap towards him.

he desperately avoids looking forward, berating himself for choosing tonight out of all nights to have sat across from will as he feels his best friend’s gaze burning through him.

reevo’s incredulous laugh pulls the team out of their stupeur. “how do you even know that, kid? like tying up people in your spare time, do you?”

mack averts his eyes down to the table in front of him, swallowing nervously as he opens his mouth to say something, anything that would get the attention off of him and the fact that his reaction is so obviously betraying the truth.

“nah, that’s mack we’re talking about guys.” delly pipes in, smirk audible in his voice. “he’s definitely the one getting tied up.”

mack resists the urge to hide his burning face in his hands, never been more thankful for toff when the man cuts the conversation short, saving him from embarrassing himself any further. “alright, that’s it, stop right there. i know way too much about those kids already and i don’t need anymore nightmare fuel.” he makes a disgusted face.

mack sends a thank you to whatever diety might be up there when the team lets the conversation ebb away after a round of good-natured laughter. he doesn’t miss the way will stays silent for the rest of the night, eyes burning through mack like he’s trying to crack his brain open with the force of his gaze.

the team decides to call it a night not long after, and mack pretends he doesn’t notice the unsubtle way a few of their teammates’ eyes jump between him and will as they get into will’s car. the drive back to their apartment is spent in charged silence, will’s hands tight around the steering wheel and mack’s brain coming up with scenario after scenario of his best friend binding him in all sorts of increasingly intricate ways. it doesn’t seem like will is going to bring up what happened at the bar, and mack hopes to fucking god that he’ll just let it go.

the second the door of their apartment closes behind them, mack is attempting to make a run for his bedroom without will saying anything, skin thrumming with the need for relief. he’s been half hard since will’s confession at the bar, and he might lose his mind if he doesn’t get a hand around himself now, and maybe a few fingers inside of himself too.

he’s stopped in his tracks by will speaking up, leaning back against the front door with his arms crossed in front of himself and a dangerous smirk dancing on his lips. “so, shibari, huh?”

mack averts his eyes toward his feet, swallowing nervously. “i could say the same to you.” he tries to retort, but it comes out in a mumble, too flustered to keep up appearances.

will hums, slowly stepping closer, like a predator circling their prey. “i’ve had an inkling for a while, you know.”

mack splutters, his face heating up. “what-“

“you always want to wrestle with me, and you always get so flustered whenever i end up pinning you down even though you could overpower me if you really tried.” he starts, voice gravely as he comes to a stop in front of him. mack can’t make himself meet will’s eyes, lest will sees how true his statement is, how badly mack is itching to just be held in place and taken.

“but you don’t even try to fight me off,” will continues, “you go boneless the second i have you under me, looking up at me like you’re just waiting for me to take care of you and give you what you need. isn’t that right, baby?” he purrs as he grips mack’s chin in between his fingers, tithing his head up and forcing mack to meet his eyes.

mack feels the fight drain out of him, lilting towards will as he nods frantically, itching with a need so deep it burns through his veins.

will’s smirk turns predatory, his tongue running over his teeth. “yeah, i thought so. just need someone to tie you up all pretty and have their way with you, huh?” he coees. “but don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you what you’re aching for.”

and will does, taking mack into his room and claiming his mouth with so much intensity that it feels like he’s trying to devour him until mack is boneless beneath him, before undressing him and delicately, so meticulously binding his arms behind his back and his legs apart with soft silk rope, keeping mack spread open and at his mercy. only then does he undress himself, covering mack’s body with his own and telling him how beautiful he looks when he gives himself over to will, how perfect he is when he lets himself go, as he stretches mack open, before finally, finally, burying himself inside of mack and claiming him, forceful thrusts of his hips that make mack whimper and whine into the pillow beneath his head as will’s cock drags along his spot with each thrust, unable to escape the overwhelming onslaught of pleasure that feels so so good but it’s so much, too much- leaving him sobbing in between desperate wails that scorch his throat, limbs held in place by the ropes as will praises him for taking him so well, the perfect little rope bunny, and “look at you, angel, such a beautiful mess when you let me give you what you need” “fuck, such a good boy and you’re all mine, only i get to see you like this, to make you feel like this, you belong to me and only me” “that’s it, take it, you’re fucking heaven incarnate, sweetheart”

[fleursmit]

competitive wm taking turns fucking each other to see who performs better

[sociallypapa]

just here eating lunch thinking abt WM fucking at the cape house knowing that leno is in the room on the other side of the wall, mackie being jealous because Leno’s been eyeing his Will all day to he’s being extra extra loud just to show Leno that Will is his and his only

mack may not be the most observant person, but he knows when someone is looking at will. all day he had to watch leno side eye will up and down. in the pool, making dinner, sitting around the couch. mack just wants to grab will by the neck and pull him in, or throw his head in will’s lap, or leave a big splotchy purple mark on will’s neck that reads: taken.

but he can’t. because nobody knows.

and will’s apparently more observant than mack because everytime mack is glaring at the back of leno’s head, will whispers at him to cut it out. mack doesn’t even really inherently hate ryan, he just hates that ryan thinks he loves will more than him, knows him more than mack. which he does not.

eventually when they’re all spread out in the living room for a movie, mack has had enough. he can feel the eyes on will. It’s searing and spreading through him, burning hot white with jealousy. 

“it’s late, i’m going to bed.” mack announces, not even bothering to look back before going straight to will’s room. will’s room that’s really their room but leno can’t know that.

so he strips and sets himself up on will’s bed, sitting back on his ankles. he wastes no time reaching for the lube and starting to tease himself. at half a finger he’s already whining and by the time he’s worked two in, will bust’s through the door. mack’s head snaps up, cheeks blushed and his skin is a little tacky from the heat.

“you’re being a brat.” will tries to say it sternly, but the sight of mack makes him slip a little.

“he keeps looking at you.” mack half pants, half whines. “he wants you.”

“he really doesn’t.” will does his best to convince mack, but mack is stubborn so it doesn’t get him far. he stopped moving his hand though, waiting for will to take over. 

instead, to macks dismay, will makes him keep going until he's practically crying and drooling all over himself, begging. mack’s opening himself up with will’s eyes on him, watching carefully with his own cock out, but barely giving it attention. 

finally will caves and gets mack into his lap, inching himself in slowly. when he grabs mack’s hips to start fucking in and out, mack doubles over into wills chest, moaning. 

“fuck, you’re too loud.” will pants out, squeezing into mack’s bone.

“don’t care.”

“mack, he’ll hear you.”

“i don’t care.” mack grits his teeth. in response, will drills into him harder, mack’s lewd noises making him dizzy. a sense of deep satisfaction fills his chest, knowing he is will’s. knowing that someone else will know it too. 

still, the feeling doesn’t compare to when will whispers ‘i love you’ into his ear. it sets them both off, mack clenching around will, will filling mack up. leno’s forgotten briefly in the hazy warm afterglow, until there’s a banging on the door.

“fucking knew it!” loud and clear from the hall, leno’s voice fills the room. mack is mortified immediately realizing what he did, pushing his face into will’s chest. will just laughs.

“told you he doesn’t want me.” will says into mack’s forehead, kissing it once. and maybe mack really should work on his observational skills because what he didn’t realize is that leno kept looking at them all day. not just will. and leno knew about it the whole fucking time.