I'm actually going insane trying to find another enemies to lovers sort of fic, the one you did with will was absolutely insane, could I request another?
Summary: Will took things too far while filming a video, yet somehow you managed to wake up in his bed the next morning?
Warning(s): slightly toxic will, arguing, degrading, name calling, fingering, cowgirl, praise, rough sex, unprotected sex
A/N: 90% enemies and 10% lovers but this one had been in the drafts for a while so I had to post it ((not yet proofread))
THE FAMILIAR POUNDING ACHE in your head that you easily recognised as a hangover was what had woken you up that morning. That, along with the beaming sunlight that made it impossible for you to open your eyes — until you were awake enough to remember that the window in your bedroom had never faced your bed, let alone could any sunlight reach where you usually slept. Which only left one possibility. You weren’t in your bed, nor your room.
Your eyes shot open, a slight stinging burn hitting from the contrasting brightness. A wave of relief washed over you; at least you were alone in bed. White bedsheets rippled around you, duvet swallowing you whole and weighing you down that little bit more.
Not recognising the bedroom you were in, your eyes scanned the room for anything identifying. Formula one collectables sat atop a shelf in the corner of the room, rare Pokémon cards beside them.
‘Where the hell am I?’ You thought to yourself, squinting and furrowing your eyebrows while you glanced around some more. That was, until your stomach dropped, face falling and mouth falling open as you spotted the YouTube plaque on the bedside.
You rolled over quickly, scrambling closer so that you could read the name, though making an effort to cover your half-naked body with the sheet, just in case. God, how could you have slept with a YouTuber? You had sworn to yourself when becoming a content creator of your own that you would never sleep with one of your coworkers. It would ruin everything. Filming would be awkward, collabs impossible.
The instant shock was quickly overcome with disbelief once you had read the name, rereading it over and over until your mind had come to terms with the fact that you were not imagining this. This really happened. And you were completely and utterly fucked.
William. Fucking. Lenney.
And like a trigger, the name caused the events of last night to rush back, memories flicking through your brain at rapid speeds.
It had started with ChrisMD asking you to feature on his new YouTubers vs Tiktokers football challenge video, and quickly plummeted into aggressive resentment between you and the boy you hated most.
“Will’s here? Why the fuck is Will here?” You quickly turned to Isaac, the previous humour on your face after joking around with Bach being instantly replaced with a look that could only be described as doom. Your head snapped to Chris, then back to Isaac. “Chris didn’t tell me Will would be here.”
“Probably because he knew you’d back out.” He chuckled, not quite picking up on your annoyance. Giving him a stern look that properly conveyed your seriousness, Isaac corrected his response. “You’ll barely have to speak to him anyway. And if he tries to, I’ll jump in.”
You nodded, not wanting to ruin Chris’s video over some petty drama you had carried for however many years it had been by now. Three, to be exact, but who was counting? You were soon called over to film the intro, followed by the first challenge of ‘real or cake’.
You managed to easily avoid Will to begin with, at least with the advantage of sitting at the opposite table. Distracting yourself was simple with George, Arthur, and Isaac to keep you entertained, but your mind always managed to wander.
Everything aside, you were having a good time. Even getting a kick out of Will completely stacking it into a football-shaped cake, buckling over and gripping onto the table with laughter. How absolutely brilliant it was to see him embarrass himself like that, what an idiot.
Next was Football tennis. Simple enough, considering you had done volleyball in high school and weren’t too rusty, at least good enough that you managed to target Will for a good portion of the game. There were multiple instances you managed to make him panic, the ball barely skimming his head before smacking down hard enough that saving it became unsalvageable.
Trivia was the second last game of the day. The air was turning brisk, a cold chill hitting you as it turned from afternoon to evening.
“ChrisMD once released a diss-track.” Becky read one of the trivia cards aloud. “But what line did he open with?”
“Smudge!” Will called his buzzer word, answering confidently. “Can I have views too.”
You scoffed as he quickly mumbled to himself. “Shit, that’s the title.”
“Unc!” You called your buzzer word, trying to ignore the slight cringe you got from saying it. “Jersey is my city.”
Your friends clapped as Becky approved of your answer. Getting up from your chair and walking up to the football to line yourself up, you couldn’t help but taunt Will.
“Loud and wrong, William.” You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to look at him.
“Bugger off.” He rolled his eyes.
“Don’t be a sore loser, mate, it’s not a good look for you.”
“Yeahh, real bold of ya to call me mate, aye?” He snapped back. You could faintly hear Chris and Reev telling him to leave it alone.
“You’re right. Thank god we’re not mates.” Your top lip twitched, clenching your jaw as you turned around and took your anger out on the ball, kicking it hard into the net and winning your team another point, bringing you one away from victory.
Throwing yourself into your seat, you crossed your arms over your chest and huffed. To be honest, you barely paid attention the rest of the game, only noticing how Will had scored his team’s first goal shortly after yours.
Arthur had scored the last goal, bringing your team to 8 points ahead of the other, pretty much securing an overall win. There was one last quick game, opposing teams picking numbers one to four and versing each other based on what numbers Becky called.
Just your luck, you were paired against Will. The two of you stood braced for the ball being shot out from the corner of the field, your hands on your knees as you prepared to run for it.
The ball shot out, and you watched as it started to plummet down closer to Will than it was to you. Your legs carried you quickly in front of him, so close you could feel the heat of his body behind you. You watched the ball descend, perfectly beside you and securing you a hard-to-miss kick.
That was, until you felt a harsh shove for behind, sending you to the ground, the football firmly hitting your ankle before you had a chance to move. A shooting pain sent up your shin, only fueling your rage further.
“You did that on fucking purpose!” You got up from the wet grass, a slight limp in your walk as you stormed over to where Will was standing dumbfounded. Your palms came in contact with his chest, pushing him backward repeatedly. “You fucking git!”
“Oi, timeout!” Chris yelled, running over and stepping between the two of you. His hand rested on your shoulder, looking pretty pissed off, but at least a little understanding. “Take a break.”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, glare darting between Chris and Will. You nodded to the nicer of the two boys, patting his hand as an apology to him before walking over to the table and grabbing a can of vodka soda to take with you to the fence. Your back grazed against the metal until you were sat on the grass, cracking open the can and chugging half of it, thankful for your already-tipsy state.
“I want you to take her home.” Chris turned to Will once he knew you were out of hearing range.
“I’m not bloody driving her home!”
“Well to be fair mate, you pushed her. Now her ankles fucked, and I’m not making her walk to the bus stop. Nor am I having the two of you stick around and ruin the fun by arguing the entire time.”
Will clenched his jaw, swatting away the hand Chris had rested on his chest. “Fine.”
The two boys walked back to the table, Chris briefly explaining to everyone that you and Will would be leaving early, and that filming would resume after everyone took 10, all the while Will packed up his belongings. Isaac and George took a minute to walk over to you, just to check in.
“You okay?” Isaac kneeled in front of you, forearms placed on his knees. George sat beside him, firmly on the grass with his knees bent and his elbows resting a top of them. You nodded, picking at the grass with one hand and sipping your drink with the other.
“It’s fine.” You shrugged. Honestly, the ankle barely hurt after that initial few minutes. The only pain you were feeling was the hurt of Will pushing you. Sure, neither of you got along. But you never imagined he’d take it that far, and by the look on his face afterwards, he didn’t seem to think so either.
“Might wanna tell that to Chris, he reckons it’s so buggered that Will’s gotta take you home, cause you’re too injured to walk yourself to the bus stop.”
the two boys nodded. You closed your eyes, head hitting the fence as you took a deep breath. If there was one thing about Chris, it’s that he wouldn’t let this go. There was absolutely no point arguing against it. Once he had his mind set on a plan of sorts, there was no getting around it. And that’s how you had ended up in the passenger seat of Will’s car.
Your arms were crossed, hugging yourself tightly as you glared out the window, sighing every few minutes. Unfortunately for the both of you, the drive to your house was quite the while away.
“Would you stop that?” Will groaned as you sighed for the hundredth time.
“Oh, I’m sorry that I’m not enjoying myself, being trapped in this shit box with you.” Your head snapped towards him.
“Don’t call her a shit box.” He kept his eyes glued on the road, Adam’s apple bopping as he swallowed heavily. You had almost forgotten how much pride he took in his stupid car. Silence hung high, your eyebrows deeply furrowed as you stared out the window once more. Your arms slowly unfolded, resting in your lap as you glanced down at them.
“You bring out the worst in me.” You mumbled.
Wills head turned to you, for the first time since you had gotten in the car. He kept his eyes on you for a moment, gaze moving between the road and you. He didn’t say anything for a while, didn’t feel like he had to.
“Yeah, well so do you.” He replied after a couple minutes, but there was no anger in his tone. None of the usual smugness, no hiss that usually came from behind clenched teeth as he spoke. For the most part, the rest of the drive to your apartment was completely silent. No more sighs, or huffs, or scoffs. Just silence.
Your surroundings grew more familiar as you neared your place, grabbing your tote bag from the floor of the car and rummaging through it for your keys.
“Keys.?” You whispered to yourself, shovelling through all the useless things you’d convinced yourself you’d need today. It got to the point where you had emptied everything on to your lap, throwing each individual item back until there was nothing left, and no keys were found.
“What?” Will asked, looking over every few seconds to see what you were doing.
“Keys.” You repeated, loud enough for him to hear. “I lost my keys.”
“No, Will, obviously I’m not kidding am I?” You growled.
“It’s like, a half hour drive!” He raised his voice. “We’re not turning back.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do!” You shouted.
“Not lose your fucking keys!” He yelled. Louder than you’ve ever heard him yell. His rapid breathing filled the car, a low growl escaping him before his hand came crashing down onto the steering wheel. repeatedly hitting it.
“What the fuck?!” You jumped, subconsciously leaning away from him, despite being strapped into the seat. There’s no way on earth today has been real. You’ve gotta be dreaming. You’ll wake up, surely.
You reached into your bag, pulling out the two cans of vodka soda you had stolen from Chris before leaving, and starting to chug them.
“Siri. Call Chris Dixon.”
After the both of you had spoken to Chris, it turned out the keys had fallen out of your tote sometime during the day. Luckily, the boys had found the keys just before they had left the pitch.
Will and you had both agreed to dropping you off at a hotel, completely sick of each other and wanting nothing more than to be as far away as possible. That was, until you had talked over the fact that you both had to film with George the following day, and none of the public buses left soon enough from anywhere near the hotel you’d found.
Which left two options. Either Will drove you to George’s now, who had your keys, then drove you back to your house, before driving himself all the way home.
… which would take two hours.
Or, option two, you stayed at Will’s tonight, and the two of you would drive to George’s together in the morning.
Unfortunately for the both of you, there was really only one answer.
Unsurprising to the both of you, another petty argument had broken out by the time you walked through the door. Will slammed the door behind him as you bickered, watching you intensely as he stood with his arms crossed tight around his chest.
You threw your bag to the floor, kicking off your shoes and making a point to show no respect for his home as you leave your belongings scattered, only angering him more. Arms were flailing, impatient gestures being thrown around, mixed in with sighs of annoyance and disbelieving laughter, your drunken state — after drinking anything you got your hands on after the football incident — only fueling you further.
Somehow, and you weren’t exactly sure when, biting insults became biting teeth. Clenched fists became hungry caresses. Pulling punches became pulling hair.
“Will,” you whispered against his lips, grasping to the hair by the nape of his neck like a lifeline.
“Shut the fuck up.” He muttered, lips reconnecting violently. Compliance wasn’t voluntary, as if you were born to follow his commands. He gripped your waist with harsh fingertips, pressing so firm that the skin turned white and a chill ran down your spine.
His hands danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt, a single finger breaking the seal and dipping below. The rest followed, dragging up your torso with a need you’d never seen, nor felt before. He pulled the shirt over your head, and you took the opportunity to catch your breath before he reconnected your lips, shirt now being discarded to the floor of his room.
He guided the two of you to the foot of the bed, legs tangling with his as you walked backwards, his lips never leaving yours. Throwing you onto the bed, Will crawled above you, his knees pushing your legs open and his arms pinning yours down.
He was breathing so hard it sounded more like a growl, each huff harsh and loud as he stared deep into your eyes with what could only be described as either intense anger, or intense desperation.
“Fuck,” he whispered, after his eyes had taken a hungry run over your entire body. He quickly reached down to the waistband of your shorts, ripping it from your skin and sliding your bottoms off you with ease, leaving you in only your bra and panties.
His head dipped to the nape of your neck, kissing and sucking harshly, something you weren’t used to. Letting out a sharp gasp, you felt his lips curl into a smile against your collarbones, only enticing him further while he made his way down your body.
Your back arched with a whine as he kissed just below your belly button, looking up at you with swollen, smug lips. He tutted, licking the saliva off his lips.
“You’re so desperate. So horny, so quickly.” He tilted his head, eyes flickering down to your light blue panties where you were almost certain he could see your slick soaking into them. “You’d probably let anyone touch this pussy, wouldn’t you?”
“N-no?” You shook your head lightly, unsure of exactly what answer he was looking for.
“Would you let me?” He cooed.
You let out a needy sigh, which quickly turned into a whimper. “Yes.”
“Such a slut, aren’t you? Say it.”
“I’m a slut, Will, please.”
“I knew it.” He sighed, shaking his head with a smirk playing at his lips. “I guess I’ll give you what you want.”
he tugs down your panties, throwing them off the bed without tearing his eyes away from your desperately wet cunt. Two of his fingers slid between your folds, collecting your slick and bringing it up to your clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles. He wasn’t wasting any time.
Your fists balled at the bedsheets, and you were unsure whether it was the alcohol or the feeling of his fingers against you that was making your head spin. Lips parted, heavy pants drying out your mouth.
“Tell me you want more.” He muttered, his free hand gripping onto your thigh. “Tell me you’re desperate for me.”
“Will, I need more. I need you.” You begged.
“Hm, good.” He said, giving you no warning before dipping his head down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. Your ass lifted off the bed, though you were quickly shoved back by the feeling off Will’s hands on either side of your hips, pinning you down.
You moaned out as he sucked on your clit, alternating between that and lapping at you. He moved down, pushing his tongue inside you in a way that made your whole body tingle. With each thrust of his tongue, his nose nudged your clit, before he pushed as deep as he could, causing you to let out a yelp.
After a few minutes, when he was confident you could keep yourself still, he took one of his hands off your hip and moved it to your swollen pussy. He lifted his head, taking a second to catch his breath as he looked at you with gorgeous, heavy eyelids, his face covered in your arousal.
He kept his eyes on you as he shoved two fingers into your pussy, finding amusement in the way your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened. He reconnected his tongue with your clit, the duel stimulation making your legs shake and your walls tighten around him.
“Oh Will,” you moaned, only enticing him. Speeding up his movements, he stared at your fucked-out face through his eyelashes, the view only pushing him to move faster. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt your body twitch, legs shake either side of his head, and pussy clench onto his fingers. He literally groaned into your core as you came, easing you through it as your body squirmed.
He crawled back up your body, leaving sloppy, cum-covered kisses all over your stomach and chest. Kissing you, his tongue slid into your mouth as he let you taste yourself. With one forearm resting by the side of your head to keep him upright, he snaked his free hand to the small of your back, slowly moving it upward until he had reached the clasp of your bra, undoing it effortlessly and discarding it.
Seeing the very clear imbalance of clothing, you decided he needed to strip some as your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt. He swatted your hands away, sitting up momentarily to pull his shirt over his head before dipping down to reconnect. You worked on his belt next, which luckily he let you do yourself.
Though that was short lived, when you struggled to pull his trousers off from the odd position you were in, his body close to yours in a way that made it impossible to move your hands very precisely.
“You’re useless.” He huffed, rolling onto his back and kicking off his jeans, already back to hovering above you before they had even hit the floor.
“I’m not useless.” You quipped, being so turned on by his harsh words but still having a little self dignity left.
“No?” He tiled his head, a smirk playing at his lips. “You wanna prove it to me?”
Before you could answer he had flipped the two of you around and sat you up, so your folded legs were either side of his hips while his hands moved behind his head, watching you with amusement. Unsteady from the sudden movement, your hands rested on his lower chest for stability. You looked between the bulge you were now sat on, covered only by his black boxers, and his very cocky face.
“Go on, love. Prove yourself useful, so I’m not wasting my time here.” He smiled. Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, an attempt at a warning, but you were only met with a chuckle. So, to prove you could please him, you started rocking your body back and forth, grinding perfectly over his shaft. Only the thin fabric of his boxers blocked your throbbing pussy from his equally twitching cock.
Your breathing quickened, and you had to lean over his body to support yourself, hands resting on his abdomen. For a moment you saw his resolve slip, his demeanour shifting from cockiness to pleasure, being stripped of the control he had.
“Will,” you panted into his ear as you leant further down. “How badly do you want me?”
You pulled back to see his reaction, his eyes scanning yours with a slight smirk as he replied, “Real fuckin’ bad.”
“You wanna touch me?” You caressed his chest, slowing down your grinds to a teasing pace.
“Already have, baby.” He cocks an eyebrow as his eyes flash down to your soaked cunt, still swollen from his previous attack.
“Touch me here.” grabbing his hands and guiding them to your tits, his face changed.
“Ah, I see. You could’ve just asked, darling.” He tutted, swatting your hands away. He noticed your movements had slowed significantly, the conversation distracting you slightly. “Keep going.”
You obeyed, returning to the pace you had set earlier. Noticing him gradually harden beneath you, and the feeling of his boxers completely soaked from the way your folds stretched over them, you were desperate for more. Shuffling down his body, you tugged his boxers off, leaving him to finish the job of kicking them off as you climbed back up to sit on his lap.
Something between a sigh and a gasp escaped your lips when your eyes flashed back up to his newly exposed cock, suddenly nervous as to how you’d fit his larger-than-normal member inside you. You snapped out of it, giving his shaft a few teasing strokes before raising yourself, lining him up with your pussy, and finally sinking down.
“Shit,” you whispered, biting your lip and tilting your head back as you adjusted. Will looked up at you, lust-driven eagerness causing him to buck his hips up, soaking in your reaction as you hissed, and looked back down to where your bodies connected, all the while holding onto his chest for leverage.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” His smile changed from one of pride to one of admiration, drinking you in as he scanned your face, and then your body.
Smiling back at him, the only response you could come up with in your now flustered state was to roll your hips, in a slow and agonising way that made his cock twitch inside of you. His fingertips dug into the skin by your hips, guiding your movements and setting the right pace before he let you take over, caressing your thighs and occasionally your ass.
You bit the inside of your cheek in attempt to suppress your moans, small whines and whimpers being all that came out.
“Let me hear you.” He grunted.
With a little hesitation you did as he said, no longer holding back and instead relishing in the fact that William fucking Lenney was inside of you. You’d never expect for anything like this to happen, with you now bouncing on his cock, and moaning his name as he praised you over and over.
“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He chuckled, his breath thick and heavy. “I can feel you’re getting close.”
You could too, the knot in your stomach tightening with each sloppy bounce. Legs were starting to shake, and your eyes were threatening to roll back. Your movements became uneven, an ache in your legs proving it more difficult.
Without skipping a beat, Will flipped the two of you over. The bed creaked as your back hit the mattress, Will not wasting a second as he started to pound into you relentlessly. The headboard was screaming, your tits bouncing perfectly with each snap of his hips.
“Oh fuck!” You moaned, head pressing into the pillow beneath you. The orgasm you craved was impossibly close, pleasure only being amplified as he grabbed your legs and slung them over his shoulders. Your heels dug into his back, toes curling.
“Will!” You gasped, gripping at the sheets.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” He huffed, a slight whimper in his tone. “Hold it for me love.”
You did your best to delay your orgasm, but it was near impossible. Your back was arched, eyes fluttering closed and toes curling as the knot in your stomach finally came undone. You came with a moan of his name, body twitching from the aftershock as you started getting sensitive with each thrust will snapped into you, chasing his own high.
“oh fuck!” Will grunted, whispering your name as he quickly pulled out, tugging his cock with intense need as he finished himself off, ropes of cum coating your bare stomach.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Will climbed off the bed and wordlessly threw you his t-shirt to clean yourself up. He padded to the ensuite, running himself a shower and leaving you to yourself. Throwing the tshirt to the side, you decided you’d put your clothes back on and sleep on the couch, feeling a little too embarrassed to talk to him until at least the morning.
Just a few more minutes, then I’ll get up, you tried to convince yourself as you pulled the soft, warm blanket over your body.
Will found you dead-to-the-world five minutes later, hair fanned out on the pillow beneath you. He chuckled to himself, grabbing the spare pillow and making his way to the living room sofa.
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