Will and mackinnon!reader who are just obsessed with each other and can't keep themselves off each other 🙏🙏
eager will smith x mackinnon!reader wc: 1.8k warnings: p in v sex, and das it (i think)
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You’re not sure what you were thinking, honestly. Agreeing to go to an Avalanche team dinner immediately after picking your boyfriend up from the airport. This trip is going to be quick, just a few days, but when Melissa Landeskog invited you and Will to their home, you agreed after a quick chat with Will. He’s yet to meet your brother’s team, officially anyways, and he’s been eager to meet the guys on the team off the ice.
Even though the team dinner had sounded like an amazing idea at the time, you failed to factor in one thing: after being apart for weeks, you and Will were undoubtedly going to be incredibly needy for each other.
You tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t be much of an issue.
You were wrong.
He manages to make it through dinner, somehow. You can tell he’s getting antsy, because he starts shifting in his seat, pressing his shoulder into yours, hands clenched into tight fists against his thighs beneath the table. His cheeks are bright pink, which he plays off by claiming that he runs hot.
It’s difficult for him. Anytime your brother says anything to him, he nearly implodes from nerves. He does his best to not make his need apparent, and he does a good job for the most part. The only reason you can tell is because you know what he looks like when he gets like this.
Well that, and… you feel the same.
As soon as dinner’s over and people start standing up, you lean over and whisper into your boyfriend’s ear, “Meet me in the bathroom. Five minutes.”
“W-What?” Will stutters, eyes widening in shock. He starts to protest, but you give him a look that shuts him up, and then walk away.
You tell your brother that you’re feeling tired, that you’re going to go sit in the Landeskogs’ guest room for a few minutes. He nods in understanding, you’ve had a busy week, and dealing wtih DIA traffic and then coming here is a lot, so he doesn’t question you. You find the guest bathroom, the one as far away from the festivities going on in the living area as possible, and text Will the directions to get where you are.
Six minutes later, he slips in the bathroom with you. You close the door behind him, locking it softly, and milliseconds later you’re pressed against it, Will kissing you like his life depends on it.
No words are exchanged as you start palming him through his jeans, his hands kneading your tit in one of his hands. The Landeskogs’ bathroom is suddenly filled with desperation and heavy breathing, two people who need nothing more than to be touching each other.
“We have to be quick,” you gasp out, hands fumbling as you unbutton your jeans.
Will does the same, both of you shoving your pants down to your knees. You readjust so your forearms are braced against the sink, looking up to make eye contact with Will in the mirror. He lets out a little moan at the sight of you like that, reaching down to pull himself out of his boxers.
He reaches out, rubbing his fingers up and down your cunt, trying to get you as warmed up as possible. You can hear him jacking himself as well, his grunts combined with the wet sound of you causing your knees to wobble with pleasure.
“Okay,” he rubs his cock along your slit, whining a little bit as he covers himself in your slick. “Ready?”
You bite your lip, nodding at him in the mirror. “Yeah. Need you.”
Will grasps onto your hips, breathing heavy as he lines himself up with your entrance. He enters you with a low moan, a whimper escaping your mouth at the stretch as well. You drop your head between your shoulders, grateful for Will behind you to hold you up.
“F-Fuck, baby… forgot how good you feel,” Will murmurs, rocking himself in and out of you steadily. You glance back up in the mirror, and feel the coil in your stomach tighten at the look on his face. Pure pleasure, cheeks flushed, eyebrows drawn together, mouth dropped open in a silent whine.
“Harder,” you ask as quietly as you can, a high-pitched whine leaving you as he obliges instantly. “Shit!”
Will’s eyes are clenched shut, fingers so tight on your hips you think you might find bruises tomorrow. He leans forward, resting his forehead between your shoulder blades as he continues to snap his hips into yours, teeth finding the fabric at the back of your shirt and biting down on it to contain his noises, which are getting louder and closer together by the minute.
One of his hands snakes around, finding your clit and pressing two callused fingers to the sensitive skin. Your back arches, a shriek escaping your throat.
Your hand flies to your mouth, pressing your palm against your lips as your eyes flutter shut. Will speeds up again, his cock bullying that spot inside you that always has you seeing stars.
Will’s cock starts throbbing inside you, your walls tightening around him with every thrust. He doubles down on his efforts on your clit, and the two of you are climaxing together within seconds, Will spilling inside you.
He helps you ride out your high, pressing kisses to your shoulder and murmuring sweet things about how good you are for him, how perfect you feel.
After you’ve both calmed down, he pulls out. You hiss at the sensitivity of him leaving you, wincing at the cold and emptiness you feel. You make eye contact with him in the mirror again, and you know you’re both thinking the same thing: that you wish you had time to actually please each other. And even though you don’t get that right now, you will later.
Will wets a piece of toilet paper and wipes you down gently, before pulling your panties and jeans up, buckling them for you. He closes the toilet lid and helps you to sit down, before buckling himself up too.
“I love you,” he says, leaning down to kiss you once more. “I’m so excited to be here with you, spend time with you.”
You smile lazily up at him, leaning against the porcelain behind you. “I love you too, babe.” You let out a long breath, attempting to move your feet, but finding that your legs feel like gelatin. You giggle, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it affectionately. “I think you’re gonna have to go out first, I don’t think I can walk right now.”
Will pales. “Oh no. Are you serious?” His face morphs into one of pure panic, imemdiately beginning to pace the bathroom. “Shit. Do you think your brother’s going to be able to tell? Do you want me to carry you out there? I don’t remember how to get back to the living room!”
You squeeze his hand again, bringing him back to the present. “Calm down, Will. My brother’s not that bright, I don’t think he’ll be able to figure it out. Just relax, go out there, and act natural.” You give him the directions to get back to the living area, and he kisses you one more time before leaving.
You give yourself three more minutes, before standing up on shaky legs. You check your hair in the mirror, wipe some smudged mascara from your eyes, and do your best to make sure your clothes don’t look too rumpled, before venturing back out into the party.
Nobody seems to have noticed either your or Will’s absence. Your brother comes up to you immediately with a large smile on his face, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “So glad you’re here, sis,” he beams. “All my favorite people in one place! Plus Will Smith Hockey.”
“Nate,” you warn, but he just laughs. He pats your arm and then swaggers away to talk to Scott and Brittany, tickling baby Daphne’s tummy. You let out a sigh of relief; even though you’d told Will not to worry about your brother, you were secretly worried that he would take one look at you and know. Thankfully, you were right, and he’s already moved on, deep in conversation with Scott… probably about all the healthy food options at dinner.
You scan the room for Will, and find him chatting casually with Gabe, looking much more casual than you thought he would be.
Comforted by the fact that your boyfriend seems to be doing fine, you make your way to the kitchen island and collapse on one of the high stools, struggling with uncertain legs to get up onto it. You let out a breath once you’re there, settled, and smile as you begin to watch the room. Cale has entered the conversation with Gabe and Will, and even though you can tell that Will’s nervous, he does great, and you’re so incredibly proud of him. You’re also ecstatic that the team seems to be taking a liking to him. Obviously, at the end of the day you’re the person who decides who you’re with, and you would never admit this, but the team’s approval of your boyfriend matters a lot. So it’s really nice that you have it.
You’re so caught up in watching your boyfriend interact with your brother’s team that you don’t notice anyone sitting down next to you, until you hear a distinct voice say: “You naughty girl!”
You whip around and come face to face with Kiarra Kelly, Parker’s wife. She looks unbelievably amused, and you can tell immediately that she knows what you and Will did, but you decide to play dumb anyway.
“What?” you ask, turning back around to hide your burning cheeks.
Kiarra laughs. “You and Will! In Gabe’s bathroom? Oh my goodness,” she leans in to whisper. “I mean, props to you guys for being so inconspicuous, but still!”
“We didn’t do anything,” you insist, even though you know you’re already caught. When you look at her again, she looks wildly unimpressed. You groan, quickly checking to make sure your brother isn’t in earshot before begging, “Please don’t tell Nate. He would literally murder Will and I really like my boyfriend.”
“I won’t tell your brother,” Kiarra says, rolling her eyes. “I just want to tease you about it.”
You sigh, knowing you’re in for a long night.
Honestly, you just hope she doesn’t say anything to Will, because you know for a fact that your boyfriend would combust on the spot, turn bright red and start loudly sputtering excuses, which would blow your cover immediately.
As anxiety-inducing as the aftermath is, it was definitely worth it.
You don’t think Will could have made it to tonight.
a/n: finally finished the to-do list! this one has been sitting in the back of my mind for a few weeks now, but i finally got around to writing it! will and mackinnon!reader are probably tied with crosby!reader and mack in terms of how much i like writing them (: the dynamic is just so good and her relationship with nate is chef's kiss too 😛 i wrote this one really quick and didn't run it through spellcheck so apologies for any errors! i kinda don't care (: anyways! thank you all sm for reading, have a wonderful day/night!
