Media - Slaughter House Rulez
Character - Willoughby Blake
Couple - Willoughby X Reader
Reader - Y/n
Rating - 17 (sexy / erections/ kissing)
Word Count - 1860
Willoughby yawned a little as he stood on the field waiting as his gym class gathered for today's lesson. He wasn’t looking forward to it; he never was. He hoped to just stay at the back out of sight and mind.
But as the gym teacher had called out "weight training day" with uncontained enthusiasm, Willoughby felt the color drain from his face. He glanced outside just in time to see the girls assembling for hockey practice, their laughter and shouts echoing enticingly in the air, adding to his sense of dread. He couldn’t bear the thought of struggling with the weights, particularly if Y/n was among them.
With a glance over his shoulder, he made his escape, slipping into the musty equipment closet, where the shadows clung to him like an old friend. He stood leaning against the cold, rough stone wall. The darkness enveloped him like a heavy blanket. The almost intoxicating scent of dust mingled with the faint, rubbery odor of the gym equipment. The mere idea of weight training made his palms sweat; he knew the other boys would effortlessly outshine him, especially with the girls from the neighboring class watching from across the field. So he kept quiet and out of sight for a good half of the class, until…
The door creaked open, sending a rush of stale air into the tiny space, and he hurriedly pressed himself against the stack of old mats, trying to remain unseen. Every sound reverberated within the closet, and he held his breath, anxious that someone might discover him hiding away.
"Hum hum humm… Hockey stick, hockey stick." Y/n cooed as she closed the door, tossing her broken stick in the box by the door and looking around for a new one.
Immediately Willoughby panicked that the girl of his dreams was in here with him. He watched her come in, and his heart immediately raced. He couldn’t help but look at her the shorts and her shirt, it shows off her long legs and he could see she was a bit… sweaty…
She grabbed a new stick and went to go, but she spotted him and flinched. "Ah! Ohh my- Willoughby! You scared the shit out of me!"
He flinched back and chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Oh… I- sorry about that, I… I didn't mean to startle you or anything…" He tried to lean against the wall and act calm and collected, but instead, he only ended up nearly tripping over a stray hockey stick and barely stopping himself from falling over.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked.
He stumbled forward, righting himself and standing up straight. He cleared his throat, trying to act as if he was meant to be there. "Oh, nothing… just uh… trying to find a spare hockey stick. I lost one yesterday…" he chuckled,
"Oh?" She crossed her arms, clearly not believing him.
"Uh… yeah…" he looked down at the ground and shifted from one foot to the other,
"You’re not skipping class, are you?" She asked.
He let out a sigh and leaned against the wall, looking down at the ground and rubbing a hand down his face. "I- I'm skipping… i didn't want them to see me trying to lift weights…"
"Who to see you?" She asked.
He gestured to the gym outside the closet. "All of the guys out there… they're built like trucks compared to me, and I can barely lift the weights, and I'd just look like an absolute loser in front of the girls who are doing their class out on the field…"
She sighed softly and smiled a little. "Ohh, Willoughby. It's okay, none of the girls are even paying any attention to the boys. Besides, all that matters is that you try. I'll still be proud of you even if you only lift one little weight."
"Are you sure? Don't you think any of the girls would laugh or think I'm a loser? Or that the boys would say something?"
"Well the boys might but their dicks. Just kick them in the balls." She joked. "Trust me, if you do the weights, no girl with laugh, I promise."
He could feel his cheeks heat up. He nodded his head and gave her a little smile. "ok… yeah, you're right, I- I can do this…"
She put her hands on his cheeks. "You. Can. Do. This." She encouraged,
He could feel his cheeks heating up even more at the contact; her hands were warm and soft on his face, and it took everything he had to keep looking in her eyes and not look down at her legs. Her saying that he could do it was so encouraging; he was going to do it! He was going to go out there and lift those weights! He took a deep breath and nodded his head, trying to force himself a look confident. "Yeah… I can do this…" he pushed himself off the wall, still feeling her hand on his cheek. "ok… I'm gonna go out there…"
Y/n nodded, and to give Willoughby an extra burst of confidence, she gave his lips a tender and fairly quick kiss. Before she grabbed her hockey stick and headed out.
However, that did have a bit of an alternative effect. Yes the kiss did make him feel like he could do anything; he could lift the whole school after a kiss like that. However… He now didn't want to go out. His gym shorts barely concealed the immediate accretion the kiss gave him.
He leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath, trying to will away the sudden reaction that a kiss Y/n just gave him. It was probably the worst time for it to happen! He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and will his body to just cooperate. He quickly adjusted his shorts, tucking himself into his waistband as was often his go-to solution for these things. He prayed no one would notice! He went out into the warm field where the boys were lifting the various weights, running with weighted items and doing other such training. And the girls playing hockey just a little further down.
"AHH, Mr Blake, there you are. You're up next after Janis." The teacher spoke up.
He took a breath as he was given the okay to start, standing in front of the weights set up. He could hear the guys around him talking, and he could feel their eyes on him. All the guys surrounding him were bigger, and all the girls were playing hockey not too far from them.
Y/n spotted him, not actually playing at the moment. So she happily watched, giving him a cheerful smile.
Willoughby spotted her standing there, and that smile of hers immediately gave him a boost of confidence. Seeing her standing there, watching him, made him feel better. He let out a breath, positioning himself in front of the weights. "I can do this," he whispered to himself. This wasn't for him anymore, he was going to do this for Y/n… he was determined to impress her. He took a breath, grabbed hold of the bar and began to lift. To his surprise, he was able to lift it.. his arms strained a little bit, and the movement felt a little foreign to him, and he only got the bar halfway up.
"Willoughby! Willoughby! Willoughby!" Y/n yelled across the field, cheering him on like his own little cheerleader.
He kept lifting, he felt like he could lift anything! he kept going, pushing himself up, trying to ignore the burn in his arms. he got the bar all the way up over his head and held it there for a few seconds!
"Yay!!!" Y/n smiled, clapping as she jumped up and down.
As he dropped the weight down as he was supposed to, he grinned, letting the weight down, a proud feeling swelling in his gut.
"Well done, Mr Blake.” The teacher nodded,
He stepped back from the weights. He was still a bit flushed and out of breath, but he was pleased with himself.
Y/n immediately threw her arms around his sweaty, bright red body, his arms and legs trembling. "Ummmm, I'm so proud of you!"
Hee stood there, his heart almost fluttering in his chest as her arms wrapped around his sweaty body. When she pulled him close, he felt his knees give out for a second, but he managed to keep himself standing straight. And hearing her say that she was proud of him made him feel a whole lot better. "I- yeah… I- did it, a- and thank you for uh… cheering for me. I think I really would have failed without you yelling for me."
"Aww, you're welcome." She cooed, "hummm? Oh!" She gasped, pulling back from their hug. "Willoughby, I think…all the excitement has maybe caused the blood to… Rush somewhere?" She blushed,
His eyes went a little wide when he heard what she said, and he followed her gaze down to his shorts. They were a bit too tight, and it was a bit easier to see what was happening this time, and he really couldn't hide it anymore. And with everything going on, he couldn't really get it to go down. He turned a deep red; the embarrassment was instant, and he grabbed Y/n by the shoulders, trying to turn her and get her to face the other way instead of at him.
She giggled. "Awww, you're adorable." She smiled.
"I- I'm not adorable… I- it just does this sometimes."
She wickedly smiled and purposely rubbed her ass against his hard cock. Allowing him to nuzzle perfectly between her cheeks through their gym shorts. "You wanna go find a nice empty classroom after class? We have a whole study period we could use for… Activities."
Willoughby let out a soft groan as she rubbed against him, and it took everything he had not to collapse when she did it. It felt amazing, being so close to her and having her touching against him in a way like this. "Uh….y- yeah… that sounds… that sounds good", he managed to get out, his voice cracking just a little.
"Yeah? That sounds like fun." She laughed, rubbing a little harder,
He moaned a little as she kept rubbing, his hands gripping her shoulders, and he had no idea how anyone nearby wasn't noticing this. It was completely obvious what they were doing, but he didn't care. All he wanted now was to find an empty room and be alone with her, to be able to find a little bit of privacy and just do what they wanted. He had to clear his throat before he could speak this time, "Y- yeah… that sounds like- like a lot of fun"
She pulled away and kissed his cheek. "I'll meet you after class, okay?"
He nodded his head, taking a deep breath. He could still feel himself throbbing in his shorts and could still feel a little bit of how her body had felt against him. "Y- yeah… yeah, I'll meet you after class…"
Y/n happily ran off to go play her hockey game, blowing him a kiss as she goes,
He took a few deep breaths as he watched her run off, almost fainting after the madness of all that had happened.
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