Summary: You never liked your birthday. You didn't like the day it was on, you didn't like having a day to celebrate you and you alone. Will knows this. And despite that, Will makes it a point to make you feel special. He also gives you an excellent birthday present.
Warnings: smut, angst too because ???, fluff, older reader, reader’s birthday is on New Year’s Eve, not proofread
Requested: Yes! “Reader x Will, where he plans a birthday surprise she’ll never forget”
A/N: My birthday is on NYE and I spent most of it writing this fic. I would've had it out sooner, but I got cold feet when I went to post it. Enjoy!
When you woke up, it didn't feel like your birthday. But it was, and that wasn't really anything to celebrate. You just wanted to go about your day like usual.
Will knew you didn't like your birthday. He wasn't about to let you just go about your day like you wanted.
It started with a text from him that morning.
Will: Good morning sweetheart. Happy birthday ❤️
It put a small smile on your face, but ultimately wasn't anything earth-shattering for you.
You called him, talking about the game they had that afternoon. You planned to go to the game after going into work to take advantage of overtime hours.
“So you want me to come over? I can take you out for breakfast?” Will asks as you shuffle around the room, picking out some casual clothes to wear to work.
“No it's okay. Gonna take advantage of OT hours,” you say nonchalantly.
Will shakes his head at this. He never understood why you didn't like people celebrating you, but he never questioned you. He never wanted to pry.
“Okay. Will I see you at the game?” he asks, and you can hear the hint of hope in his tone.
“Yes you will. Cat offered for me to sit in the suite with her,” you say, slipping into the fresh clothes and taming your hair.
“Well I'll see you later babe. Have so much fun at work,” he jokes sarcastically, pulling a laugh from you. A laugh that makes Will beam brightly.
“Thank you babe. I love you.”
“I love you too baby. Happy birthday.”
Work wasn't super eventful when you finally got there, but you decided to straighten up the areas that needed it, helped with inventory, mundane tasks that passed time the fastest.
The vibration of your phone with each incoming text from your friends, Will’s family, his teammates annoyed you a little bit.
You always maintained that telling someone happy birthday was so bare minimum that it felt insincere to you. Yes, hearing it the first few times was nice, but it always became something else too quickly. Something you had to say thank you for with the fakest smile you could muster.
Having a New Year’s Eve birthday was fun. Any bar with a cover charge you got into for free. Drinks from other bar patrons were also offered. It had its perks for sure.
It was also busy. People were drunk and disorderly by late afternoon. And everyone thought that with its close proximity to Christmas, they could just combine your Christmas and birthday presents and it wouldn't be a big deal.
You didn't like your birthday for many reasons, but those are the easiest to explain to anyone who asked.
Growing up, you felt that people celebrating your birthday felt more like an obligation. It felt like they'd rather be doing anything else, like partying and enjoying themselves rather than letting you make decisions about what you wanted to do on what was supposed to be your special day.
You never really told Will. This is your second birthday dating him, and last year you were able to evade the part where you told him you hated your birthday. This year, though, you doubted you could get away with the same thing.
You didn't tell him because Will loved having a reason, a person to celebrate. He loved his birthday, loved Christmas, loved Thanksgiving. He loved going above and beyond, especially for you.
He always made you feel special, which is another reason why you felt like today wasn't a big deal. Will makes you feel like the only girl in the world every other day of the year, today would be no different, so why make it a big deal?
When you finally get home, you find Will laying in your bed.
“Happy birthday,” he says with a beaming smile, arms spread open for a hug.
“You can stop saying that Will. You've said it three times already.”
“Never. I'll stop saying it once that clock hits midnight,” he says, meeting you as you're halfway into the room, wrapping his arms around you. You melt into the hug more than you’d like to admit.
“There is still a little time before I have to leave for the game. Want to do something?”
“I don’t care,” you brush him off.
“Well I have an idea,” he says with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.
He kisses you briefly before moving his lips to your jaw, his teeth sinking into the flesh-covered bone just slightly.
“My girl deserves at least a little special attention on her birthday,” he murmurs against your skin as he moves down to your neck, sucking a hickey into your flesh.
“Of course. 23 times hotter,” he mumbles into your skin.
His hands wander. Up your spine under your shirt, sending shivers over your entire body as your hair stands. Over the curve of your hips, where his hands squeeze the skin gently, full of love. Over your bra-clad breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you squirm like he knows you will.
“Will…,” you call out his name in a strangled groan.
“Alright birthday girl,” he says, moving you back gently to sit at the edge of your bed.
He helps you pull your shirt off before settling down to his knees, looking up at you like a puppy waiting for a command.
“You gonna do something or look at me like that all night?”
His smirk is brighter than any lightbulb in the room as his hands land on the waistband of your pants, undoing the button and pulling them down your legs along with your underwear.
He presses gentle kisses onto your legs as he makes his way toward your pussy, glistening with arousal, but stops right before he gets to where you want him most.
“Will,” you whine. “Please.”
“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” he says, nipping at the inside of your right thigh.
The feeling of his tongue against you causes a gasp to tear from your throat. One hand goes to knead your breast over your bra as the other moves toward your lower stomach, thumb nudging at your clit.
“Fuck Will,” your voice is almost breathless, all light and airy.
His hands move to grab your lower back to move you closer to the edge to get a better angle, tilting your hips toward his mouth. His tongue runs up through your folds like it’s the best meal he’s ever tasted, nose nudging your clit, pulling you closer to the edge.
Your legs settle on his shoulders, heels digging into his back. His brain processes the slight ache against his spine, muscles flexing underneath your feet, but he ignores it.
His tongue moves to wrap around your swollen clit, licking with a gentle pressure that makes your hips buck into him. His fingers run through your wetness before two fingers dip into you, prodding at the spongy spot that makes you see stars, the spot that you can’t reach on your own.
“Will, I’m gonna cum,” you moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Cum for me baby,” he says, pulling away from your clit briefly before sucking on it again, sending you over the edge.
You writhe against him, pleasure crashing over you like a wave as your limbs go slack.
And when you finally come to again, he’s hovering over you, and when he moves, you move back too until you’re laying against the bed, head just shy of the pillows.
His hands are venturous, gliding over your skin, making their way to your shoulders.
“Can I?” he asks as he pulls on the strap of your bra.
You nod in response, arching up a little so he can undo the clasp.
His lips wrap around one of your nipples as he throws your last article of clothing to the ground. The sensation has you arching even further, eyes screwed shut as you let the pleasure wash over you.
He kisses his way up to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe gently.
“You want another? Because I think my girl deserves a little birthday sex,” he rasps into your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.
He grabs a condom from your nightstand, tearing it open and rolling it on before coming back to hover over you.
“Mhmm,” you hum contentedly.
He slowly pushes in, only going halfway to ease into it. Not that you two weren't active, but you haven't been active lately and he knew you needed extra time to adjust.
He draws his hips back, pulling out before slowly pushing back in completely and bottoming out.
The way your ways instinctively clench around him is almost enough to make him lose his cool, almost enough to make him go feral for you.
“God you're so tight Y/N,” he says through a shaky breath.
“Move please,” you're close to begging.
His hips start to move against yours, each thrust driving you more crazy as his cock drags against your walls.
“Oh God you're so tight. Feels so good baby,” he moans above you, deep and guttural.
“Oh Will, fuck fuck fuck,” you say, breathy and light as the coil in your core tightens, pleasure taking over your senses.
“Takin’ me so well baby,” he groans, and as he picks up his pace, your orgasm approaches faster than you expect it.
“God, Will! I'm gonna cum.”
The waves of white hot pleasure roll over your body, taking your ability to think straight with it.
You feel Will’s cock twitch inside you as he cums, his eyes tightly screwed shut.
You lay there, coming back down to Earth.
“Shit, I’m gonna be late,” Will exclaims, bringing you back to the present. He rushes over with a wet washcloth to clean you up, making sure that you're tended to before he starts scrambling around to get dressed and ready for the game.
It's truly the fastest you'd ever seen him get ready. His hair is slightly disheveled, shirt a little wonky, but he looks pretty good.
“I'll see you at the game?” he asks as you're still laying there, only covered by the blanket you'd pulled from the basket beside your bed.
“Fully dressed I hope,” he laughs, pulling the blanket from around your shoulders and leaning down to plant a soft kiss to your pulse point.
It's only about ten minutes after Will leaves that you decide to get up and get ready.
You decide on a simple outfit: black flare jeans, a Sharks crewneck sweater, and some white boots. You style your hair enough to keep it out of your face, do light makeup, and make your way to the arena.
When you get there, it's all a whirlwind of people trying to find food, find their seats, or find the bathroom. You finally duck into the tunnel toward the family suite and see Will outside talking to another one of his teammates.
You come up behind him and wrap your arm over his left shoulder.
“Hey baby,” he whispers to you, turning to kiss your cheek before you move to stand in front of him.
He pulls you into the suite, Cat spotting you two as Will pushes you to mingle.
“Hey girl! Happy birthday!” she says excitedly, wrapping you in a hug.
“Thanks Cat,” you say quietly, just so she can hear.
“Had a good day so far?” she asks as she pulls you over to where she was previously sitting.
“Not too bad. Worked a little overtime, came home, relaxed with Will.”
“Relaxed huh? Doubt that,” she jokes, nudging your shoulder as you chuckle lightly.
“You're not getting the details Cat,” you say as you eye her, taking a sip of the water Will sat down in front of you.
“Thank you baby,” you say to Will, who stands behind you, hand on your shoulder. You reach a hand up to squeeze his hand as you hear the action on the ice start to settle down, the lights dimming down for the anthem.
When the game starts, Will sits next to you, thighs practically glued together. It was a close game, but the Sharks were ahead going into the third.
When the Wild come back with two unanswered goals, tying the game, you clasp your hands together in hopes the Sharks can get another goal.
But to your dismay, the buzzer sounds at the game is going into OT. And when OT fails to yield a goal for either team, your heart starts to race.
Shootouts always make you nervous, heartbeat filling your ears, hands shaking. You always got a little too worked up during shootouts.
Collin’s shot was gloved quickly, but so was the first shot from the Wild.
Then it was Mack up. And his shot makes it past the goalie and you're on your feet.
The Wild’s second attempt it saved, and your hands are covering your mouth.
Eky’s up last, and when the puck soars into the net, you're cheering and hugging Will and Cat.
The team decides to go out with it being New Year’s Eve.
And that's how you find yourself twirling the stem of your maraschino cherry from your whiskey sour around your finger, sitting with the group, but not really talking.
You sit and observe how everyone laughs, how everyone is drinking and talking and having a good time.
“Hey. You okay?” Will leans in and whispers in your ear. You just give him a bright smile and nod. He eyes you suspiciously, not believing you.
After another half hour, everyone decides to go back to one of the players’ houses. Whose? You're not quite sure but as Will leads you out, he can see on your face that you weren't really in the mood.
“Let's go home baby,” he says, guiding you toward the Bronco.
“Let's go home,” he says again, more firmly, cutting you off.
The drive home is quiet but comfortable. He opens your door when you finally get back to his apartment, and when you finally get back inside, you flop on the couch, not even setting your stuff down or taking your shoes off.
You sit like this for a while, hearing Will rustle around in the kitchen.
But when you walk in, Will isn't there. You see a small, tiered cake, white frosting with red accents, a ‘23’ with two candles on top. Next to the cake are a couple of gifts and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“Happy birthday Y/N,” you hear from behind you.
You turn around, tears in your eyes as he makes his way to you. “I know you don’t like your birthday, but this isn't just another day I get to celebrate you. It is the day I get to celebrate you most of all, it's the day where you should feel most important and I will try my hardest to make that happen.”
“Will,” your voice shakes through the thickness of tears bleeding into your words. He wraps you in his arms, cheek laying on your forehead as his hands splay across your back, fingers rubbing back and forth.
“Happy birthday sweetheart,” he says as he lays a kiss to your hair.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“Okay now blow out your candles. Make a wish,” he says with the cheesiest smile on his face, making him look like it was his birthday instead of yours.
You make your wish. You want forever with Will. You want a future with him.
The smoke faintly lingers from the flames that were once there. Will cuts two small pieces, laying them out on a plate for you two.
“Cake and then I want you to open your gifts.”
“Okay,” you say. You bring the first bite up to your mouth, and as the frosting basically melts in your mouth and the cake density and softness makes your eyes want to roll back.
“This is so good. Where'd you get this from?” you ask.
“I made it,” he says, smiling.
“That's bullshit,” you say.
“Partially. I told them how to decorate it but that's it. And I’m not telling you where I got it from.”
“Tease,” you say, eating another bite.
Once he's done, which takes two and a half bites, he grabs the bouquet and puts them in a vase of water, perching them on the windowsill to get sunlight the next morning.
He pushes the bigger of the two gifts in front of you, and when you open it, you see a RedBull shirt, a coffee mug, and a limited edition copy of a novel you've been searching high and low for with no luck.
“Will. You didn't,” you say, looking at him with your best ‘really?’ look but you're actually shocked he found a copy. Especially one in almost perfect condition.
“Any and everything for my pretty girl. And the shirt is for me to wear and you to steal,” he says, before pushing the other gift to you.
When you open the second one, your favorite picture of you and Will is staring back at you, frame brand new and pristine.
“For your nightstand. For when I’m gone.”
“You're going to make me cry.”
“You can cry. It's okay to feel emotions. You deserve to know and feel that you are loved and cared for.”
That is what has a few tears slipping out. Tears that Will quickly wipes from your cheeks.
“I love you. So so so much,” you say, cupping his cheeks and pulling his lips onto yours briefly.
He pulls a third box out of his pocket. Flat, rectangular, a little smaller than your palm.
You carefully undo the ribbon he probably spent half an hour perfecting, taking the lid off and seeing a necklace. It has a W pendant, a small plate with stars, gems making it sparkle, and a number 2 in the middle, and a sparkly shark charm.
“Will it's beautiful,” you gasp, observing the charms carefully.
“For a beautiful girl. Let me put it on you,” he says, taking it out of the book and clasping it around your neck.
“Thank you,” you say, turning around as he wraps his arms around your lower back. “For everything. For earlier, for tonight. For all of it.”
“You're welcome sweetheart. I’m always going to make you feel special.”
You kiss him gently, lips moving in sync slowly, letting raw emotion pour into it.
You pull away when you hear cheering and fireworks going off.
“Happy New Year,” he smiles at you, kissing you again before leading you to the bedroom to finally call it a night.
Written by: @alliwritespuck (2026)
Dividers from: @pagedgaps
