summary: will's been in a mood all day and taking it out on you, james isn't having it | Will x fem!reader
notes: posting this from a random field hoping it actually uploads… based on this request!
content: 1.4k wc, angst, will being an asshole, will being rude to reader for no reason, protective james, fluff ending
You can tell something is wrong with Will before he even says a word.
It’s in the way he walks into the room – too quick, too sharp, like there’s something sitting under his skin that he can’t quite shake off. His jaw is so tight, his shoulders set in that rigid way you’ve come to recognise, and he barely even looks at you properly when he comes in the flat with James.
Normally, he would.
Normally, there’d be a smile, or at least something soft in his expression when his eyes land on you, something that makes you feel like you’re the first thing he notices in a room.
But today, it’s like he looks straight through you.
“Hi,” you say anyway, careful, testing the waters.
“Yeah”, he replies, distracted, already moving past you.
You blink slightly, thrown off by how quickly it happens.
It’s not like him.
You try not to let it bother you.
“Hey,” James says as he follows Will inside, rolling his eyes at his mood.
Everyone has off days. You know that. You’ve told yourself that all day, because this isn’t the first time he’s been like this today. There had been things earlier this morning before he left for work – short replies, a tone that felt just slightly off, a kind of restlessness that didn’t quite make sense but still made you feel like you were doing something wrong without knowing what it was.
You’d ignored it then.
You try to ignore it now.
It doesn’t last.
You’re in the kitchen, just doing something simple – making tea, moving around quietly, trying to keep things calm, normal – when he comes back in. there’s a tension in the air that wasn’t there before, something that feels like it’s been building, even if you don’t know why.
“Did you move my stuff?” he asks suddenly.
The question catches you off guard.
You turn slightly, frowning. “What?”
“My stuff,” he repeats, sharper this time. “On the table. It’s not where I left it.”
You glance over instinctively, then back at him. “I don’t think I touched it.”
“Well, someone has,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
You hesitate, unsure how to respond. “Maybe you just – moved it earlier?”
“I didn’t,” he snaps.
The edge in his voice makes you flinch slightly before you can stop yourself.
There’s a pause.
You swallow.
“Okay,” you say softly, trying to keep things level. “I was just – suggesting.”
“Yeah, well, it’s not helpful,” he shoots back.
The words land harder than they should.
You go quiet.
Because now it doesn’t feel like a bad mood. It feels like you’ve done something wrong.
It keeps happening.
Small things, one after the other.
You ask a simple question. He answers it like it’s an inconvenience. You try to joke. He doesn’t laugh. You offer help. He brushes you off, like you’re getting in the way rather than trying to make things easier.
By the third time, you’ve stopped trying as much.
You move more carefully, speak less, overthink everything before you say it, just in case it sets him off again.
It’s exhausting and confusing.
Because you don’t know what you’ve done.
The moment it breaks comes out of nowhere.
You’re both in the living room now, James somewhere nearby, half-listening, half-distracted by his phone. The tension has been sitting there for a while, thick and uncomfortable, and you can feel it in the way your shoulders are slightly tense, the way you keep glancing at Will like you’re trying to read something you can’t quite understand.
“I’ll just grab that for you,” you say, moving to pick something up from the table before he can reach it.
It’s automatic, Small. Harmless.
But apparently, it’s the wrong thing to do.
“Can you just – stop?” Will snaps suddenly.
The sharpness of it cuts through the room
You freeze, your hand still hovering mid-air.
“Stop what?” you ask, your voice quiet now, caught off guard.
“Just – doing that,” he says, gesturing vaguely, frustration spilling over. “Hovering, getting involved in everything. It’s annoying.”
The words hit harder than anything he’s said so far.
“I was just trying to help,” you say, your voice smaller than you want it to be.
“Well, I didn’t ask for help,” he shoots back.
The room goes quiet.
There’s a split second where everything just… hangs.
And then-
“Alright, that’s enough.”
James’s voice cuts in, firm in a way you don’t hear often. You blink, startled, turning slightly as he straightens up properly, his attention no longer on his phone but fully on Will.
“Mate, what’s your problem?” James continues, his tone sharp now, protective in a way that makes your chest tighten for a completely different reason.
Will frowns, defensive immediately. “I don’t have a problem.”
“Yeah, you do,” James says bluntly. “You’ve been in a mood all day, and now you’re taking it out on her for no reason.”
Your stomach flips.
“James, it’s fine-” you start automatically, the instinct to smooth things over kicking in before you can stop it.
“It’s not fine,” he cuts in, not even looking at you, his focus still locked on Will. “She hasn’t done anything.”
Will opens his mouth, like he’s about to argue, but nothing comes out straight away.
Because he knows.
You can see it in the way his expression shifts, the frustration faltering slightly, something else slipping in underneath it – something that looks a lot like realisation.
“I just-” he starts, but it sounds weaker now, less certain.
“No,” James interrupts, shaking his head. “Don’t. You don’t get to snap at her like that because you’re in a bad mood. Sort yourself out.”
There’s a pause.
A long one.
And then Will exhales, running a hand over his face, the tension in his shoulders dropping slightly like something’s finally clicked into place.
“…yeah,” he mutters, quieter now. “Yeah, alright.”
The shift is immediate.
Not gone completely – but different.
He looks at you properly then, really looks, and you see it all hit him at once – the way you’ve gone quieter, the way you’re standing a little more closed off now, the way your expression has changed without you even realising it.
Guilt flashed across his face.
“Hey,” he says, softer this time, stepping toward you. “I’m sorry,” he adds quickly. “I didn’t mean- any of that. I’ve just been-”
“In a mood,” James supplies dryly from behind you.
Will shoots him a look, but there’s no real bite to it this time.
“Yeah,” he admits. “But that’s not your fault.”
You nod slightly, but its small, hesitant.
“It just felt like it was,” you say quietly.
“It’s not,” he says, firmer now. “Not at all. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”
There’s sincerity in it now, real and unguarded.
You swallow, some of the tension in your body easing, but not completely.
“I was just trying to help,” you admit.
“I know,” he says quickly. “I know. And I made it seem like you were doing something wrong, and you weren’t.”
He steps a little closer, more careful this time, like he’s aware he has to earn that space back.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, softer.
You look at him for a moment, then nod again, a little more certain this time.
“Okay,”
There’s a small pause.
Then his hand reaches for yours, tentative, like he’s giving you the choice to pull away if you want to.
You don’t.
Your fingers curl around his, and he lets out a quiet breath, relief flickering across his face.
Behind you, James shifts slightly, the tension easing now that things have settled.
“Good,” he mutters, mostly to himself. “Because that was painful to watch.”
You huff out a small, surprised laugh despite everything. Will rolls his eyes slightly, but there’s no real annoyance there anymore.
“Alright, Dad,” he mutters.
“Someone had to say it,” James replies, completely unapologetic.
There’s a beat, and then he glances at you properly, his expression softening.
“You alright?” he asks.
The question catches you off guard, but it’s warm. Genuine.
“Yeah,” you say, a small smile forming. “I’m okay.”
He nods once, satisfied, before leaning back again.
“Good. Because if he does that again, I’m kicking him out.”
“Oi, you don’t even live here-” Will starts.
“I mean it,” James adds, not even looking at him.
You laugh properly this time, the last of the tension finally easing away.
Beside you, Will squeezes your hand a little tighter, like he’s making a quiet promise.
Hiii, im obsessed with your writing so much and im not sure if you’ve actually done this request before. I was wondering if we could have a willne fic where a fan maybe gets a little too comfortable on a soccer Saturday and makes a comment about reader? I’d love to see how he’d react and especially the others too xx
noise ── willne⋆⭒˚.⋆
pairing: willne x fem! reader
warnings/contents: catcalling, uncomfortable comments made
a/n: sorry this gen took like 2 months, i swear i am not normally like this... summer holidays were crazy!!!
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requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx
Soccer Saturday is always loud, the pub is packed to the point where it feels like the walls are breathing in and out with everyone inside it, heat clinging to your skin, voices layering over each other until it’s just one constant roar. Pints keep being passed over heads, someone’s chanting in the corner, and Chris is halfway through a story that’s already lost all structure because Arthur and Chip won’t stop interrupting him.
Becky’s laughing at something George’s just said, Isaac’s leaning against the bar looking faintly overwhelmed, and AB’s got his phone out, filming something he definitely shouldn’t be.
You’re tucked into Will’s side, more out of necessity than anything else. There’s nowhere to stand without touching someone. His arm rests around you easily, familiar, protective in a way that doesn’t feel performative. It was just natural, like a warm blanket of comfort.
That’s why the comment lands so hard.
“Oi is that Willne's mrs? I’d shag her. Proper tart, she is.”
It’s loud, clear and quite frankly unapologetic. It was a group of lads, all who've had about 4 pints past their limit, faces lighting up at the recognition of people like Chris and AB.
For a second, you genuinely wonder if you misheard it, if the noise swallowed context, but then there’s laughter, crude and validating, and another voice chiming in, agreeing far too easily. Your stomach drops before your brain catches up, that horrible sinking feeling spreading through your chest as you register that it’s about you.
Will feels it instantly. His arm tightens around you, his body going rigid in a way you recognise. The chatter at the table doesn’t stop straight away, but something shifts, it fades. He turns slowly, deliberately, eyes locking onto the group of random lads standing a few feet away, pints in hand, grinning like they haven’t just crossed a line they can’t uncross.
“Say that again,” Will says.
He doesn’t raise his voice, he simply doesn’t need to.
The lad who said it looks him up and down. Alcohol gives him the confidence to smirk anyway, shoulders lifting in a lazy shrug as if this is all harmless fun. He mutters something about it being a joke, about how it’s “just saying what everyone’s thinking, you can't put let your bird wear that and not expect her to get comments like that” and that’s when the rest of the group properly clock what’s happening.
Chris goes quiet immediately, expression hardening. Becky straightens beside you, jaw tight. Arthur shifts forward, elbows pressing into the table, eyes sharp in a way that makes it very clear he’s not amused. Chip shakes his head under his breath, disgust written plainly across his face.
“That’s not a joke, mate what,” George says flatly. “That’s grim.”
Will steps forward just enough that you’re fully behind him now, his body an unmistakable barrier. When he speaks again, his voice is controlled.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he says. “Not here. Not anywhere. She’s not something for you to comment on, and she’s not here for your fuckin' entertainment mate.”
One of the lads laughs awkwardly, trying to salvage it, mumbling something about people being too sensitive these days. The room feels smaller now. Nearby tables have gone quiet, eyes flicking over, the atmosphere turning against them in real time.
“No,” Chris cuts in, sharp. “You’re just out of order.”
Arthur nods once. “Properly.”
AB, still holding his vlog camera, furrowing his brows in the corner. “Fuckin' jarring”
Will doesn’t take his eyes off the lad who spoke. He leans in slightly, not threatening, just close enough that the point lands.
“If you ever speak about her like that again,” he says quietly, “you’re going to have a problem. And it won’t end with you laughing it off.”
That’s it. Whatever confidence they had evaporates. Apologies tumble out, messy and half formed, before they go back into the crowd, suddenly very keen to disappear.
The moment they’re gone, Will turns to you immediately. His hands settle gently on your arms, grounding, thumbs brushing slow, reassuring circles like he’s pulling you back into yourself.
“Hey,” he says softly. “Are you okay?”
You nod, still a bit stunned, and Becky steps closer without a word, her presence solid and supportive. Chris mutters something under his breath about people being vile, and Arthur raises his pint toward Will in quiet approval.
“Handled that perfectly,” he says.
Will barely registers it. His attention doesn’t leave you for the rest of the night, arm staying firm around your shoulders, like a silent promise that nothing like that will touch you again, not while he’s there
content: 18+! dom!willne, breeding kink galore, hot make out session, pinv, unprotected sex, dry humping, feral and unhinged will ngl, cursing
a/n: i got so horny writing this.
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it was all will could think about during that evening in bosnia. the child. the little boy that, in hindsight, did ‘ruin’ his and mikey’s perfect footage from their little shopping spree interlude for the video he was recording for the main channel.
however, this was different. as will nursed his pint, the interaction with the little boy stayed fixated in his mind. the warmth he felt as the small lad had attempted to take his microphone, the warmth he felt as he called him a ‘cheeky sod’— it all stuck. lingering there, almost as if it was tormenting him.
his brain now was replaying the interaction over and over again, causing his mind to brew with a multitude of ‘what ifs?’ and regrets of missed opportunities as the soft instrumentals of the bosnian bar fizzed into background noise around him.
how he craved for that joy again. there was something about his paternal instincts in that clip— as it continued to play in his mind repeatedly like a broken record— which clung onto him like a shadow. if anything, the joy he had gotten from it was addicting, a happy stimulant to his brain— almost drug-like, that he didn’t ever want to lose.
and it wasn’t like will was getting any younger. no, he himself, knew that. and in all honesty, that pained will even more. the steps to parenthood were steep but he couldn’t help but shift how good and relieving it felt to watch a child smile with pure elation at doing something which was relatively silly to anyone else other than them.
the rest of the time at the bosnian bar was a blur to will. as the taxi now back to the hotel was torturous. it was too slow for will, not with his raging mind anyways.
he was fidgety, the lingering thought that he didn’t want to waste away his life anymore causing him to adjust the rings on his fingers subconsciously as a result— as he tried to find anything to ease his mind.
uneasy thoughts plagued his mind, swimming erratically around his head. what if you said no? what if this was all some mistake? what if he was being selfish? it didn’t help that you’d both not expressed your opinions about having children before this, which added into will’s already dooming spiral of doubt.
a mix of adrenaline and ultimately fear was what eventually made the taxi journey seem like nothing. will practically stumbled out of the vehicle, his limbs woozy from not only the alcohol but the cocktail of emotions that his body was experiencing all at once, whilst his brain fixated on one thing: you.
the moment will stepped into your shared hotel room, he was on autopilot. there was a faint scent of vanilla and the room seemed a little warmer than usual, hinting that you’d just had or recently had a shower before he’d finished filming.
will felt his own welcoming warmth fester in his lower stomach. he felt relaxed in the presence of you, carefree, like it was where he was meant to be. so, his feet subconsciously brought him deeper into your rather large hotel for the evening, his whole being driven by his lingering desire to become a father some time on this trip.
as he proceeded on, will sighed contently when he finally caught his eye at the sight of you as he walked fully into the room. he was now met with you dressed in your loungewear, comfortably hugging your still slightly wet body in some places, whilst your hair was also still a little damp from being in the shower too.
you turned around, sensing someone else in the room. your eyes softened as you realised it was will, smiling.
he continued to walk up to you, with purpose it seemed before you could even speak. and when you did, you were immediately cut off. “oh hell—oh.”
will moved onto you quickly before you could even finish your sentence, his large hands coming up to cradle your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted the ferocity of the kiss he gave you itself.
he almost growled into your mouth as your hands tangled in his hair subconsciously moments after. his large hands moved down to your shirt, daring to push themselves underneath the fabric as he kissed harsher— more passionately as you felt his ragged, uncontrolled, hot breaths on your face.
you moaned into him stupidly, your limbs turning into melted butter as you moulded against his body, kissing with the same passion he gave you. you smiled as his lips pressed harder, more passionately as if he wanted to dominate every inch of you.
his arms wrapped around you tightly, as he took a swift step forwards, making his way towards the large king-size bed you’d both be sharing for the evening. your heart pounded in your chest, and you could swear you could feel will’s too against your skin too. in the same erratic rhythm. like you were both as one.
your shins abruptly hit the plush mattress behind you as you faltered for a second. your’s and will’s lips parted from each other for a moment so you could both catch your breath. however, will was quickly latched back onto you, one large hand now entangled in your hair, pushing your lips even deeper onto his, as if he couldn’t get enough of you in that moment.
will then pushed you gently onto your back on top of the bed. he crawled on top of you, his demeanour softening as he kissed you gentler now— more tenderly, even.
it allowed you to catch your breath for a moment. kissing him more slowly, letting yourself fully melt into the kiss as will then moved himself so he could trace your jaw softly with his lips, causing you to shiver.
though, he brought his lips back up to you, pressing one final deep kiss onto them before he then removed his mouth from your’s. he let his eyes drink up your beauty below him, breathing heavier than usual as you both lay in a silence that spoke much louder than any words could ever do.
you could smell the faint aroma of beer on his breath as he breathed more softly, his nose now nudging your own. “you’d make such a good mother, you know” will then spoke breathlessly as he continued to take in your frame.
it felt like a confession. if anything, it was one. it was something raw— passionate, even from will, as you both let the comment linger in your mingled, soft breaths.
your heart pounded inside your chest. it drummed a rhythm you’d never felt it play before. not because of or with fear, no, instead it was an overwhelming feeling of love and admiration for the man who stayed on top of you, as his two brooding arms caged you in below him.
“you think?” you whispered ever so softly, your voice feathery and gentle. your eyes were wide as you maintained eye contact with will from below, whose lips were slightly agape and cheeks flushed the lightest shade of pink.
“yeah.” will confirmed as he nodded, before chuckling, “hell, i don’t just ‘think’, i know.”
you could’ve sworn in that moment you felt your pussy become damper than it was before. hot blood of tense, raw emotion surged through your veins as will’s assuredness caused you to take a sharp intake of breath in an attempt to compose yourself.
you opened your mouth to speak, but will was quick to put a finger over your plush lips ever so tenderly. “don’t,” he spoke breathy, yet his eyes were wide and pleading.
your own hand came to move will’s hand from your mouth, before you spoke. “will,” you began, “are you telling me that you want to have a child?”
the silence came back immediately again. swallowing you both whole in it’s tense awkwardness. it loomed uncomfortably, like an itch you couldn’t scratch. waiting. waiting for someone to break it.
will then cleared his throat before an uncomfortable lump formed inside of it. “yeah,” he confessed hoarsely, before clearing his throat again for some composure.
there was a quick beat of silence before you began again. “yes,” you then repeated, clearer and more confident now, whilst your eyes became softer with even more emotion again, “yes, i want to have a child with you.”
will’s eyes widened in shock. his mouth was dry with awe, his heart now pounding at the revelation. “seriously?” he practically choked out, whilst now dumbfounded and taken aback.
you breathed deeply, gaining some composure. “yeah,” you whispered again, “it’s not like we’re getting any younger, is it?”
will laughed in response. “yeah, suppose you’re right.”
“no. i am right,” you said confidently, “and you know it”. you added, whilst your forehead rested against his which was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
will took a sharp intake of breath before he spoke again, trying to calculate how to say his words in the best way. “you’d look so sexy pregnant, you know,” will said quieter than usual.
he then gulped as the silence lay thick again, clearing the nervousness that wanted to grow in his throat, “it’s something i think about a lot. which i know is fucking disgusting.”
you could feel the faint imprint of will’s cock against your leg as he continued to ramble on. you smirked to yourself at his filthy confession, before looking up at him again. “you know i’m being serious, right? i want to have your kids. no need to fantasise with me, let’s make it a reality.”
will’s breath hitched again, his stomach churning with a type of devilish excitement. “a-are you sure?” he asked again, just to make sure.
you rolled your eyes, before speaking again. “for fuck’s sake will, just give me your kids. and stop talking,” you basically growled against his lips, your hands grabbing onto his t-shirt.
before he could speak, you pressed your lips deeply onto his, letting him melt back into the moment of passion.
that kiss, along with the words of affirmation too, was all will needed as the green light on the situation. he growled into your mouth again, his top row of teeth nibbling on your bottom lip a little until it was a rawer red colour.
you let out a sharp gasp, your hand trailing down will’s front slowly. your fingertips feverishly coming to grab the bottom hem of his white t shirt, but not letting him strip just yet. one of your hands pressed against his stomach, (the other tugging on the back of his head), slowly dipping lower, grazing teasingly over his hardened member confined and blocked by his trousers.
“you don’t know how badly i’ve wanted this,” will panted breathlessly, his cheeks flushed red as you started to remove his tee from his body, quickly discarding it to the ground.
your own hands came up to your pyjama top as you started to remove it. you tossed it to the side, like you did to will’s, before you spoke again.
“oh yeah?” you laughed, slightly breathless too, all with a bold smirk on your face. “well c’mon then, handsome. fuck a baby into me,” you teased, but the fire of passionate desire behind your eyes burnt brightly.
will chuckled darkly. “challenge accepted, beautiful,” he mumbled, his lips soon attaching to yours again like a magnetic force drew you both together.
your back pressed down on the soft mattress below you, the crisp white sheets becoming ruined as you and will kissed with so much passion. his hardened bulge grinded against your clothed cunt, now making you panties sticky and wet, as he dared to dip his tongue into your mouth.
you let out a strangled noise in response which was a mix between a gasp and a groan, your hips rutting against his clothed member as your one of your hands slid into his brown mullet, whilst the other cupped his jaw, pressing his lips deeper onto your own.
will let out a grunt. “fuck, i need to be inside you,” he muttered against your lips, his own hips now rutting in a rhythm with you.
your limbs at this point were tangled and intertwined with his as you looked up at will, your expression flushed and full of lust. “not yet,” you managed, before letting a moan slip out, “wanna stay like this for a little longer.”
so you did. you both continued to dry hump each other for a couple of more minutes, groping each other passionately and hungrily in the process. your nails dragged down will’s chest, feeling the hairs that had started to grow across his pecs. whilst will’s hands massaged your boobs, his thumbs rubbed your nipples into sensitive, hardened peaks all whilst your clothed abdomens also continued to clash in a electric rhythm.
it just eventually got to the time where you both just snapped.
your lips left will’s abruptly, leaving him scorching hot with lust and overall confused. “take your trousers off,” you commanded lowly, your hands already frantically grabbing at will’s belt, fumbling to take it off.
the leather soon went clunk as will slid it quickly out of his belt loops, throwing it onto the floor like discarded junk. you laughed as your hand fumbled with the fly to his trousers, before attempting to help him wriggle out of those too.
soon he was just left in his boxers as his hands came back to work on you. two thick fingers hooked under the elastic of your pyjama shorts, tugging them downwards and slipped off of your ankles and onto the floor too.
you giggled, biting at your bottom lip as you watched will’s eyes dilate with lust and excitement. he was practically salivating at the sight of your soaked panties, licking his lips with anticipation.
you both soon tugged your soiled and ruined underwear off of your bodies, tossing them without a care in the world too.
will’s hands came and engulfed your thighs, tugging you closer towards him. “c’mere, pretty,” he mumbled, before settling himself between them.
your pussy fluttered at the compliment. before you then bit your lip again as you watched in awe at how his cock bounced against his lower stomach, red and angry with lust. then, one of his large hands came and wrapped around his dick, giving it a few concise pumps.
once he was satisfied with his erection, he spit on his shaft, smearing the saliva around the erect, hard length. after, will then brought the tip up to nudge against your already sopping wet folds. you mewled as he collected some slick on his throbbing tip, letting out a sigh of content as he looked down at you with a smug grin on his face.
after that, will slid himself in with a guttural groan. your hips jolted forwards in response, your eyes becoming wide as your cunt walls tried to accommodate for his size, your body overwhelmed for a short moment.
“fuck!” you cursed softly, letting your head rest against the mattress now, your hair flowing messy below you.
will started off slow, but soon found a bold pace. it was merciless and hard, hitting that good spongy spot that made you see stars. you couldn’t even attempt to swallow your moans as the feeling was that good, and it made will chuckle deeply whilst above you.
“yeah? you like that?” he practically panted, thrusting deep and hard into you.
your eyes began to roll back, your hips struggling to match his pace. “mhm,” you mewled, “s-so good.”
will chuckled again. “good. because i’m gonna fuck you until you only scream my name.”
you sighed contently, pleasure surging through your veins like hot electricity. your hips rolled erratically with will’s deep, unmeasured thrusts causing all the breath to leave your throat. your whole body throbbed— vibrated, even— with pure ecstasy as you just let will fuck you like he wasn’t a person, and was instead a feral animal.
“gonna fill you up, pet,” he grunted between thrusts. he then brought one of his hands down to your lower stomach, so he could feel you belly bulge. “you feel that, baby? that’s where i’m going to put my baby— our baby.” he panted again, his pace quickening gradually more and more.
you looked at him with a blissed out expression, a large smile plastered across your face as some stray hairs began to stick to your forehead. will’s fingernails dug deep into your skin, causing red, burning marks to cover the sensitive flesh. but you didn’t care. all you could think about was carrying his child, and that’s all will could think about too.
he brought his face down to your ear, grunting into your ear. “you’re going to look so hot carryin’ our kid, darling,” he spoke gravelly into your ear, the tone like thick tar to your blissed out self as you began to pant— your breath now uncontrolled as you teetered on the edge of glory.
moans spilled out of both of your mouths as the room began to smell of sweat and sex. will had now gripped onto your thighs again, pushing them wide so he could thrust even deeper into you, causing you to see blissful white.
“yes, oh god!” you exclaimed, your throat hoarse and raw from all the moaning you’d already been doing, “w-will, ‘m so close, yes!”
you could sense will was close too. at this point, he’d become a grunting, groaning and moaning mess of a man. his grip was so tight that it was like he was about to break your bones from the intensity of his grasp on your legs. his movements had become sloppy too, the slapping of your skin now widely apparent within the room.
you moaned loudly again, looking up at will. “are you close?” you asked breathlessly, “cause i need to come. fuck ‘m gonna come!”
will gritted his teeth. “yes. oh fuck!— yes,” he responded through gritted teeth, “gonna fill you up so much it’s drippin’ out of that pretty cunt of your’s, darling.”
one of will’s hands came down to your pussy as his thumb began circling your clit in fast, circular motions. in that moment, you were long gone, your release ready to come crumbling down on you in one swift motion. you felt your thighs trembling uncontrollably with the intensity of your orgasm impatiently ready to come and crash over you.
one final moan ripped raw from your chest as you felt your orgasm crash down on you with a final thrust and rub of your cunt from will. “will!” you screamed out loud as your cunt walls clamped down on his dick, “oh, will!”
will’s hands clamped down on you even tighter as your pussy milked him dry. hot shoots and spurts of his sticky white seed shot out of his dick, painting your walls and insides fully white. he sighed with relief, breathing heavily as he kept his dick nuzzled deep inside of you, not allowing any of his release to drip out of you.
will breathed deeply. “holy shit,” he said as his voice shook a little, “you’re amazing.”
you giggled, your face burning with a crimson blush. “yeah? you’re amazing too, you know,” you said with a loving smile.
after a couple of moments, will slowly removed his now softened dick from your slick, sensitive pussy. you winced a little at the removal, before sighing as he flopped down next to you on the bed. he looked as dishevelled as you were, his eyes wide yet loving as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.
you smiled. “that side of you is so hot, by the way,” you said after, your voice merely a whisper.
“mmm? yeah, you liked that?” will chuckled, gently tracing the side of your body, whilst a hand came to press softly on your stomach as if you were already pregnant.
“yeah,” you confessed breathlessly. you looked at him again before speaking, “are we.. going to do this again any time soon?”
“most likely, yeah,” he laughed heartily at the question, making sure to look at you before he spoke again. “because all i know is,” he mumbled, voice dangerously low, “there is no way in hell that by the end of this trip you won’t be pregnant. mark my words, pet.”
willne x fem! reader. enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. 6k! warnings: will being a cunt oopsies >:(
a/n: requested by this lovely anon!! it's not really 100% what you requested, but it's where my inspiration took me. hope you don't hate it o:) also thank you @csenke for beta reading it for me again, I needed some encouragement for posting this one <33
You didn’t really know what exactly it was about you that made William Lenney absolutely hate your guts. You don’t think you really did something to make him despise you– other than some casual jokes at his expense that you’ve done to all the other lads in his circle– and you also don’t think anything about you is particularly easy to hate. His cold stares, close-to-mean jabs and rolling of his eyes kept you up most times when they happened, though.
For months, you tried to decipher the reason behind his strange demeanour. You tried asking people that were close to him. James said that ‘Will is just like that sometimes, don’t mind him.’ George even joked that ‘Maybe he likes you and does it all for attention, you know, like middle schoolers do,’ but neither of those explanations quite did it for you. See, Will wasn’t mean to everyone– he was encouraging to his friends and charming in front of new circles, and you watched him flirt (and fail) with multiple women on the nights out you frequent together because of your shared friend group. There must be something else about you that makes the northerner's nerves tick off, and you never knew what it could be.
After a while, though, when you truly set into the new circle of youtubers you hung out around, you tried to let it go. It felt like Will was trying to make you feel excluded for months, and even though you admit you cancelled some going outs just because you heard he’d be involved, you tried to make yourself believe that it was okay for you to be in those spaces, and no amount of scoffs and teasing from William Lenney is going to change that or make you feel bad about yourself.
Decided.
And so you continued on with falling into step with London and its antics. You went to James’ gigs and pretended not to see the way Will was glaring at you on the balcony, where he just so happened to be as well. You went to see Chris in his studio and avoided Will’s stares as you were leaving and just so happened to bump into him in the building. You went out to the pub with the whole group, clinging to Becky’s arm, and tried hard not to let Will’s snarky comments about your new video get under your skin.
“Happy to see you’re consistent with your content, Y/N,” he muttered once, a pint in his hand, “there’s never enough Zoella-wannabe’s on the market, I’ll tell you that.”
A pit of hot anger swelled in the bottom of your stomach. You tried hard not to let it get to you, you did– because you knew that arguing with him would only make things so much worse for everyone. You were the newcomer of the friend group, you didn’t want to start up any unnecessary drama. Will was just a very sour person, and for some reason, you always got the best of this attitude. “Yeah, because opening Temu packages is some worldchanging content,” you uttered back, catching a few laughs from your mates around the table.
Will didn’t say a single word to you for the rest of the night, and even though it sounds unfortunate, you were actually kind of happy for the fact.
One time while filming a video together for Chris’ channel– a challenge where you had to keep kicking penalties farther and farther away from the goal– Will kept glaring at you so much that even the viewers started to get a little suspicious, creating all those useless theories online. Some of them said you two must have had a falling out (which is ironic, since you never even had a falling in), while some delusionally said he was just staring at you intently because he was interested in you.
You tried to make yourself believe you didn’t really care.
But the truth is, maybe you did.
Because even before you moved to London, Will was one of the creators you followed. You used to watch his early videos and like all of his Instagram posts. He seemed down to earth and casual– the person you’d love to be friends with. Hell, at one point, you’d even admit to him being a little cute. Sue you.
But the reality? He hated you. He despised being in your presence. Worst thing? You didn’t even know why.
You started to question yourself every time you were around him. It’s not like he was hostile, he was just very unwelcoming. One time, he called you and Becky obnoxious when you were fawning over Max Verstappen, and even though the girl insisted he was being unserious, the comment stung. And it also stuck.
Was your energy too much? Were you being annoying? Did everyone else feel the same as Will, but didn’t tell you because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings?
You’ll drop it.
You swear you will.
And you did, eventually– when another newcomer found his way into the group. Alfie was a little younger than you, but still, much closer to your age than the rest of them, and his college drop out energy was just what you needed to truly break free.
After a few shared recordings, streams and meetings downtown, you fell into step with him easier than anyone else in the group. He understood your immature jokes and laughed at them along with you, making some himself. He walked you home and boosted that if anything was to happen, he could protect you with his ‘big guns’ that he even let you touch in the dim lightning of the pub one time (which made you giggle, heat rising to your cheeks. You’ve had a few beers at that point, to your defense– and you’re glad about it. It made Will’s stern glare and the calculated eye-roll at the action much easier to ignore).
Just being around Alfie was easy. He never made you feel unwelcome– hell, he cheered every time you walked through the door, genuinely excited to see you. Alfie made you feel included and clung to you like a lifeline, claiming you were his second working brain cell. You enjoyed his presence.
Somehow, close to Alfie, you forgot all about Will hating you. It simply didn’t matter anymore. You were enjoying yourself, the lingering doubt of being an imposter leaving your subconsciousness. You were feeling free.
All until one evening.
It was a Fellas party. You weren’t really that close with either Cal or Chip, but Alfie was– which meant he begged you to come along with him. “I need a babysitter or else I drink too much, you know me, Y/N,’” he proposed.
“I just think you need to hang out around Chip less,” you joked, “and also, some self-control.” Nonetheless, you went along with him.
You wore your, admittedly, most revealing dress. You did your makeup really pretty and put your hair down in all its glory, the way your girlfriends always told you looked the best. Tonight wasn’t just pub and drinks– it was a reserved bar in central London, people you’ve never met before attending, and girlfriends of the boys paying their visit. You had to make sure you didn’t embarrass yourself.
“Y/N!” Alfie called after you the moment you arrived, already a little buzzed. “You look fit,” he whistled, reaching his arms around you and pulling you close.
A giggle escaped your lips at the comment, shaking your head at the boy. “You clean up well too,” you click your tongue, “who would’ve thought?”
“Ah, just admit it,” he jokes, “you’d go home with me if I asked, wouldn’t ya?”
An amused laugh dragged itself out of your throat, knowing well Alfie was just poking fun. While you must admit he was attractive, your dynamic was strictly friendly– lighthearted flirts, but also teasing and playing around. It’s the dynamic you establish only in the closest friendships, and you were happy to share that with someone.
“The moment would die down before we’d get through the sock piles on your floor, love,” you muse, grinning when the man tugs you towards the bar instead, no response to your previous conversation.
“Vodka soda?” Alfie asks you, raising his brows at you. A soft smile tugs at his corners, making you playfully push his shoulder.
“We’re not here to get hammered, AB,” you say, “what do you have me for? When have I ever just ordered a pure vodka soda?”
“Like, last week–”
“Never!” you gasp, shaking your head. “We need to keep it classy. I’ll get an espresso martini,” you wave your hand at him, disapproving of his claims.
Alfie sighs at you, but still orders the drinks nonetheless, reaching for his wallet when the bartender gets them out. “What are you doing? I’m financially independent, y’know.”
“It’s for going with me,” he furrows his brows at you, “fuck off and let me be a gentleman once.”
“Is that a tactic to get girls tonight?”
“A tactic to get you, baby,” he blows you a kiss and a wink, making you punch his shoulder and laugh as he taps his card against the register, paying for your drinks.
His arm finds its way around your waist, leading you towards the crowd of people hanging around the bar. He keeps you next to him at all times, whispering comments into your ear and making you laugh, anchoring you in. You’re thankful for his presence, not really being close to the rest of the circle– it’s some of the Sidemen, who you haven’t spoken to many times before, some youtubers you haven’t even heard of, and girlfriends of the usual circle that don’t come out to the pubs with the rest like you do. Not even Becky is here– which you mourn, since you always hit it off with her.
Somewhere along the way, your glass empties, the conversation stills and you feel mother nature begging you to escape to the toilet. So that’s what you do– slipping away from Alfie that gives your hip a gentle squeeze as you go, a reassurement that you’ll find him exactly where he is when you come back. After you’re done with the business and your lipstick is reapplied in the dirty mirror of the bar bathroom, you think to yourself to get another drink for you and Alfie– to repay the favour– so naturally, you stop at the bar.
“Two espresso martinis, please,” you smile at the bartender, fixing your hair. When the drinks come out and you pay for them with your card, you almost bump into someone on your way.
Right next to you, seemingly waiting for his drink, is someone you didn’t expect to see tonight. Well, it’s not like his presence here is surprising– he is friends with at least half of the room. If anything, you’re the one out of place, having just joined the scene, but you try hard not to think about it, at least tonight. You just didn’t expect to bump into him tonight– you expected to just be with Alfie, enjoy yourself, and after too many drinks, call it a night.
No interaction with Will Lenney needed.
“Posh,” he comments, “don’t think he’ll appreciate those.”
You stare at him, caught a little off-guard. He’s wearing a blue striped button up and black pants, hair ridded off his usual cap. It’s a nice look on him– but that’s about the only positive thing you can say about the interaction.
“What?” you murmur.
“Don’t think he’s a posh drink type of guy,” he shrugs, “you’d be better off with a shot of rum, innit.”
Glancing at the drinks in your hands, you furrow your brows at the interaction. It’s not like Will to talk to you about anything– if it’s not for some kind of off-handed insult or a jab taken at your personality. This whole thing makes you confused, brain lagging and getting lost in the darkness of his blue eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“They’re for AB, no? Since he takes you everywhere like you’re his damn pet, or something.”
Of course. You should’ve known better than to think this was a friendly interaction. It was Will Lenney, for fuck’s sake.
“Is that bad, or something?” you mutter, trying to play off the squeezing of your chest. Deep down, you know there’s nothing bad about you hanging out with Alfie, but the tone, the stare Will sends you when he says those words, makes you question everything about every single interaction you’ve had with the young man so far.
“Nah, ‘course not,” he snickers, shrugging, “just noticed you clinging to him like a lapdog lately, that’s all.”
The words sting. And you already know they’ll stick.
Obnoxious.
Lapdog.
Not able to control your expression anymore, your face betrays you. The inner turmoil is too strong for you to keep an unaffected face, too sharp to not cut you and make your faked indifference finally swim up to the surface after so many months of pretending you don’t care, of pretending you’re unaffected.
“You’re such a cunt, you know that?” you let slip out, your voice breaking a little at the end. You’ve never been the strongest when it comes to the opinion of others, letting it affect the way you see yourself so easily. And you know it’s none of Will’s business or responsibility how his words make you feel, but you already know this comment might change the way you feel about yourself for the next few weeks, months. “I know you don’t exactly like me, but does that mean no one else can either?” you get out, chewing on the inside of your cheek.
Will’s face falls. He looks almost panicked– which is ironic. You did nothing to hurt him. You did nothing to ruin his mood.
“I never said–”
“You’ve been acting like a complete dickhead towards me for the past– fuck, since you met me, Will, and I don’t know why, nor do I fucking care anymore,” you blurt out, suddenly losing all filter, “but please try not to ruin it for me when someone finally makes me feel wanted and included somewhere, would you?”
His mouth opens and closes, taking gulps of air into his lungs. You see the gears in his brain turning, coming up with a response to rile you up even more, but you don’t give him the satisfaction.
Instead, you walk away from him, downing both of the drinks before you reach Alfie and the rest again, smiling through the discomfort as you feel Will’s eyes burning a hole into your back.
Will didn’t really know what it was about you that made him so stupidly obsessed with you. At first, he thought he was just annoyed with you. Or maybe intrigued– you were new in London and the group decided it was their job to make you feel welcome and at home. He didn’t mind you at all, initially– quite the opposite, really.
But the more he got to know you, the more he started to get irritated with you.
Like that day he saw you at one of James’ London gigs. Nobody told him you were going– which made him scoff in disbelief. You could’ve gone together! Now he looked like a tit in front of everyone for not even talking to you. His eyes kept naturally gravitating towards you throughout the whole set, watching you dance. Something in him was annoyed at the fact that you barely acknowledged his presence, but he didn’t push for the interaction either.
Or that day at the pub. He was deeply aware he was the only one that wasn’t as close with you. He felt like there was something about him that you found hard to approach, something that kept you from interacting with him as much as with the others. And he does admit he hadn’t put much effort into getting close with you either, but that was simply because he couldn’t figure you out, which only made him more irritated. He didn’t know what to talk to you about or what to bring up– and so his tactic started to be to just treat you like he treats the rest of his mates (even though he’d hate if your dynamic ended up at the state it is with him and Stephen, for example). He didn’t realize his playful teasing didn’t come across as funny to you– he didn’t mean to insult you. The misunderstanding only made him more annoyed– he was trying! And he was trying hard.
Another evening at the pub, he overheard you talking about F1 with Becky. Something in him lit up like a firework, buzzing in his fingertips as he moved his attention to fully listen to you talk about the race happening over the weekend. His excitement of finally having a mutual interest with you that he could use and get closer to you was even apparent to Goeorge, which was a little embarrassing. The male teased him about rolling his eyes and sulking when he called you obnoxious for liking Verstappen– which wasn’t meant to be an insult to you, even though he sensed you took it like that.
Which, admittedly, was hard to understand in any different way. It was just the hardcore Hamilton fan in him that spoke out. At worst, he was calling your choice of favorite driver obnoxious, not you!
But the difference in opinion only made him realize that now, he can’t even talk about your mutual interest with you. As a self-proclaimed Red bull hater, your stance made him annoyed.
It wasn’t personal, though!
Will was starting to get annoyed with you all the time. Like the way he always used to bump into you at the office. You were visiting Chris, and neither of you thought to tell him and invite him to hang out together. Chris was his friend first, after all– didn’t he get some privileges in this? Maybe he wanted to get to know you better as well! There was so much about you he didn’t know, and was curious to learn about.
After a while, Will convinced himself he hated you. For what reason? Well, that was unknown to him as well. He just felt a strong mix of emotions towards you, and not able to decipher them, he thought that at core, they must be hatred.
He watched all of your videos just to spite himself. He noticed all your favorite makeup products, remembered your coffee order just because you mentioned it in a vlog once and he desperately needed something about you to make fun of. Hell, he even had his post notifications on for you– that’s how deep the hatred went.
He obsessively checked your Instagram page every day. Just staring at your face made him irritated– because for some reason, it felt like he was the least important person in your life. You paid him no attention at all, unless he was targeting you with a not-so-nice remark.
Maybe he was doing all of this for attention, after all. The realization was embarrassing and late to arrive, but it struck him like lightning from the clear sky the fated evening a young, broad man joined the circle.
Because hate and love seem to be on a really, really thin ice, don't they?
Will knows what you like to do in your free time, just so he can joke at your expense the next time you all meet for a pint. Or maybe… maybe he knows what you like to do in your free time, because he is trying to find something in the list that he could silently, naturally slip into just to spend some time with you.
Will hate-watches your get ready with me’s, just so he can fuel his annoyance with you in private. Or maybe he just likes to stare at your face for a prolonged period of time, taking you in. He’s familiar with the slope of your lips, hypnotized by them when you apply lipgloss on camera. He remembers the curve of your nose and the colors that make your eyes pop. He knows it all. (And in his opinion, you’re way more entertaining at it than Zoella ever was.)
Will makes fun of you for his own satisfaction. Or maybe… maybe he enjoys the attention you give him. Maybe he relishes in your smart come backs, amazed by the wittiness not even his life-long friends have in their insults to him.
All he’s doing, it’s quite masochistic, really.
Hate and love can sometimes look really similar. The stupidity of his initial assumption of this conflict only came to light the moment Will realized he hates your proximity with a certain man in the group.
He was irritated by the sweet looks AB was always giving you. He hated his arm around you, the way he would playfully wink at you and not get punched in his face for it. Will despised how all of your attention was now glued to the younger boy– the more muscular, more handsome, more funny of the group. He wanted to put his fist through the wall every time you two showed up somewhere together.
And this is when Will finally started to think a little logically– because realistically, why would he give a single flying fuck if you were friends with someone? You were everyone’s friend– just not his. Why would it matter if you were close with AB?
He googled his symptoms.
Closed the laptop when a Reddit thread told him he’s jealous.
It was annoying. All of it.
You and AB didn’t even have anything in common! All he had to do was be sweet and smile at you a couple of times.
Oh.
All he had to do was just be sweet and smile at you a couple of times.
Will didn’t realize he fucked up before it was too late. Standing in the middle of a crowded bar, a little buzzed and seeing green. Your face morphed into shock, something in your voice breaking making his insides collapse on themselves, the full weight of his words finally settling in and making him despise no one else but himself.
He didn’t realize his actions were hurting you. He was just… figuring it out.
Which is why when he sees you in the communal kitchen right between his and Chris’ office, standing around with a warm mug of coffee in your hand, he decides to finally grow some balls and approach you with a little bit more kindness, a little bit of remorse from his side.
His footsteps are hesitant as he enters the shared space, bracing himself for some kind of hostility from you. However, all you give him is a quick glance followed by focused ignorance, gaze trailing everywhere around the room before you decide it’s your time to leave the room. Will should’ve known– you were never going to lash out on him. That’s above your level. That’s not something you’d do, no matter how terrible he’s treated you in the past. You carry yourself with grace and dignity, something Will has always admired, and this situation is no different. You’re choosing to protect your peace by leaving, and Will could never blame you for that.
It just made things a little harder for him, he admits. But he decides it’s time to finally break the cycle. It’s time to do better, even though it could be too late.
“Hey,” he half greets you, half calls for your attention when you’re almost out of the door, voice low and unsteady, uncertain in all aspects when it comes to interacting with you.
The shock in your frame is visible as you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, brows furrowed when you stare at him. It’s clear you didn’t expect him to acknowledge your existence, which only makes Will feel more like an asshole.
“Hi,” you reply, already walking towards the door.
“Can I- Can I talk to you for a sec?” he asks, chewing at his lower lip, stomach feeling like it’s floating on water.
“What about?” you mumble in disinterest.
Will sighs, pinching the skin between his eyebrows. His inner monologue is not enough for him to really place the words into correct sentences, and even though he tried to rehearse the conversation in his head over and over again when he couldn’t fall asleep at night or during the walk to his office, he failed to get a clear picture of what he really wanted to say, or how the dialogue could play out. He didn’t know you enough to predict what your stance would be, and he wasn’t skilled enough at talking about his emotions to truly tell you what’s been eating him alive for the past few months, too sheltered and too protective of his feelings to get so vulnerable.
This wasn’t about him, though– he recognizes the fact and owes up to it. It didn’t have to be perfect, he thinks– the main thing is to apologize, no matter how unpolished and awkward the situation might be.
“I just wanted to say sorry for what I said,” he says, swallowing hard. “I didn’t mean it that way and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.”
A thick blanket of silence falls over the kitchen, your body finally turning to face the man. He can’t read your expression and every time he tries to lock his gaze with you to get the slightest hint, you avert your eyes. Will feels like he’d been stripped naked in front of you, hating the way he is being perceived, but he knows he has to fight through it.
“I feel like a complete asshole, which to be fair, I was, and– and I hate the way I made you feel not welcome or excluded before. I didn’t realize it affected you like that…” he mumbles, a string of unplanned and badly stuck together words spilling from out between his chapped lips, his figure shifting weight from one foot to another, anxiously waiting for your reply.
The more time passes between his apology and your reply, the more he thinks you might never speak to him again at all. He hates the idea of it, absolutely despises it, but with the lengthy seconds passing, he thinks he might have to get used to it as his new reality. His own self-induced hell.
“Well, it did. It’s okay if you hate me, I can’t… have everyone like me, y’know, as much as I would love that,” you chuckle bitterly, “I just didn’t enjoy the way you showed it so openly.”
“I don’t hate you,” Will shakes his head, panicked and trying to get the words straight. “At all, actually. I think we just… started off on a bad foot, that’s all. To which I’m sorry, again…”
A hum escapes your throat, seemingly not really satisfied with the apology. Will doesn’t blame you– he himself was quite confused with the way he was acting. He can’t expect you to just run into his arms and start acting like his best friend. It doesn’t work like that. Friendships need work and effort, and Will knows it hasn’t really been easy to get along with him all those months.
“Well, okay then,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Thanks for apologizing.”
“I- I don’t expect you to forgive me, I know I’ve been a total cunt, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry and I hope you don’t feel uncomfortable whenever I’m around. And- and if you do, I can avoid you, give you space, or something…” he scratches the back of his neck, not really sure where he’s going with this either.
You force a smile onto your cheeks– the one that’s kind of bitter and doesn’t reach your eyes, nor do your lips really outstretch that much, just a little upturn of your corners– and nod. “It’s fine. I’ll get going now, Chris is waiting for me in the office,” you say, already halfway out of the door. “Bye, Will.”
The coffee he makes himself after is bitter and burns his tongue. The edit he does stuck onto his chair goes worse than expected. It rains on the way home. Will thinks he deserves it.
He feels a bit awkward the next few times you two meet in passing. He puts effort into smiling at you when he says hello to you after he sees you leaving Chris’ office or in the coffee shop down the block from where you two live, and sometimes, you even smile back at him. He focuses on being approachable. Uplifting.
One day, you come into the pub with Becky, sporting a new haircut. None of the guys really notice, but when you slot yourself into the booth diagonally across Will, he acknowledges it and says you look lovely. Every time he remembers the choice of words, he wants to carve his tongue out, but you smiled at him all appreciative– a real smile this time, perhaps the first one since you two have met– and so Will thinks he might be okay with the way the interaction went after all.
There’s a shift between the two of you after that.
Will cheers for you when the group goes to a karaoke bar, acting like you’re Sabrina Carpenter yourself, and not just covering her song along with George screeching to the other mic with you. He high-fives you when you and Becky win at bowling and manages to get through small talk with you when it’s only the two of you left alone at the table and the rest have scattered to the bathroom or the bar.
Will thinks it’s progress. He still hates the way AB clings to you like you are his wife, but he doesn’t mention it out loud. It’s none of his business, and he isn’t willing to take three steps back right after taking a hesitant step forward if he causes yet another scene.
He manages to successfully mingle himself into the conversation when you talk about F1 with Harry and Becky again, being really cautious of the way he speaks about your favorites. You don’t ignore his two cents in the dialogue, hell, you even direct some thoughtful sentences at him, and he swears he feels like there’s sun peeking from behind the rain clouds, warming him up and inviting him in for better days.
Becky mentions the trip to Monaco. You express how badly you’d want to see a race live.
“You should go with us next time,” Will finds himself saying before he even has a chance to recalculate the direction the conversation is heading, “I’ll let you know in advance and text you the Airbnb link if you’re free, it’s much cheaper if we all share one place.”
You don’t dismiss the offer. You have plans for the weekend of the Belgium grand prix, though, which makes Will a little disappointed even as he watches the race, but he still texts you live updates and pictures of the circuit anyway. It’s the first proper text conversation he’s had with you, and much to his own surprise, you manage to keep it up after.
The chat is eventually filled with silly Instagram reels. One evening, you passionately talk about the Love island drama and Will finds himself laughing at your jokes a little too hard. You send him ugly pictures of Chris whenever you record with him and Will sends back pictures of James sleeping on the couch after a long day of opening Temu packages for his second channel.
One day, Will hypes himself up so much he asks you if you’d want to get coffee with him. You two have never managed to meet up one on one together before, so this felt like a huge step in the right direction. When you said yes, Will almost ran a lap around his apartment, excitement and adrenaline filling his veins. He didn’t know interacting with you would give him such a dopamine kick.
He fights the battle of finding the right balance between drenching himself in cologne and smelling decently good, alongside with choosing which pair of identical black pants would make him look the best for the occasion. He arrives at the coffee shop 15 minutes early and keeps anxiously checking his phone, as if this was a first date he was afraid you’d cancel on.
Hell, he almost acts like it’s a date. He compliments you when you arrive in your pretty sundress and holds the door open for you, finding you rolling your eyes at his chivalry. He pays for your coffee and waves you off when you insist on Venmo-ing him back.
“It’s for the months of torture I accidentally put you through,” he jokes as you two sit at the table next to the window, your eyes following the bikers outside on the street.
An amused smile reaches your face. Will kinda wants to take a picture of it to look at later.
“You know, it’s kinda funny that we ended up here like this,” you say, shaking your head in disbelief. “Big progress from you calling me obnoxious, that is.”
“I just took your opinions very personally,” he defends himself, shrugging, “didn’t know you’d be so sensitive about it.”
“Says you,” you call him out, sighing. “You know, I still don’t get why you were so mean to me at the start, but it’s kinda funny to look back on it now. George even said one day how you might be doing it because you like me and want my attention, can you believe that?” you laugh.
Like it’s funny.
Like it’s a joke.
Will almost chokes on his coffee. There’s beads of sweat appearing on his skin, threatening to roll down his back. He clears his throat to make himself sound normal, completely unaware of just how much more odd and calculated the action makes him seem.
“Well, that would just be awkward, wouldn’t it?” he mumbles, not really meeting your gaze.
He feels himself heating up. Does he have a fever? He feels like the world behind the window is moving a little unsteady, making his head spin. He hates himself for not taking his coffee iced– maybe that would help him feel a little better, to ease and cool down the volcano erupting in the pit of his stomach.
“Hm,” you hum in agreement, “Will?”
“Yeah?” he asks, voice raising 3 octaves.
“You’re blushing,” you deadpan, making him feel sick. This is not how he imagined the afternoon to go.
“It’s just hot in here.”
“The AC’s on.”
“Yeah, maybe they should turn it up more–”
“Are you serious?” you laugh, catching him off guard. He stares at you, taking your expression in– the big, blown-out eyes, an unfamiliar twinkle behind them. The subtle grin, your glossy lips matching the color on your smiley cheeks. You look pleasantly amused, totally at peace with the revelation Will knows he can’t really run away from anymore.
“What? Why?”
“If you had a crush on me, you could’ve just said so!” you let out a laugh. Will doesn’t know how you can read him so well, but he bets the sweating and the shaking of his hands around the coffee cup really isn’t helping him either– you don’t need to be a body language expert to get this one straight.
“I didn’t have a crush on you, it’s just–”
“If you just glared at me a little less and talked to me more, we could’ve saved ourselves a lot of time, y’know,” you sweetly say, completely shutting Will up.
Not because he doesn’t know what to say– just because he’s shocked you don’t hate the idea of him liking you. If he was feeling bold enough, he’d even say you were kind of open to the fact, a little bit pleased with the realization of the man’s true feelings for you. Will feels like the gates to heaven just opened right in front of him and all he has to do is take a courageous step through it to reach paradise.
“Well, let’s not waste any more time then, no?” he mumbles, still a little shy. “Is this a date, or should I invite you to another one?”
The cheeky smile you give him is worth more than any snarky remark or annoyed glare you used to give him before, just scraps of attention. Suddenly, Will feels stupid for ever making it so confusing for the both of you.
Turns out, all along, it was that easy.
All he really had to do was be sweet and smile a little.
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?
THE WORST IN ME — WillNE
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.
WillNE.
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.
“How’s the ankle?”
“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.”
what.
“what?”
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.”
“You’re kidding.”
“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.
summary: an accidentally slip-up during a video with hot chocolates.
warnings: just a cute couple announcement
word count: 700+ words
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"This is for lazy people..." You mutter, holding up the self-stirring mug and squinting your eyes to inspect how it works. Then, glancing toward the camera with a grin, you add, "perfect for Will."
"What's perfect for me?" Will's voice comes from behind the camera as he strolls back into frame, arms full of Cadbury hot chocolate powder.
"Oh nothing...just me." You tease, lips curving into a smirk.
Will rolls his eyes, setting everything down with a dramatic sigh. "Come on, you know they're gonna make edits about that now."
You can't help but laugh, mostly because you know it's true. The fans have been shipping you and Will for years even since you joined his group of friends. Every shared glance, every off camera cameo, every time your laugh is in the back of his videos... they notice. There are dramatic TikToks with screenshots of your Instagram stories and YouTube compilations titled "them being in love for 10 minutes straight !!!" and endless comments claiming for us 'to just admit it already".
If only they knew how close to the truth they really were.
He huffs a laugh, leaning over the table as he unboxes the mug. “Right, science time. It’s meant to stir itself, yeah? You just press this button—”
The mug starts whirring violently, splattering chocolate up the sides. You jump back with a yelp. “Oh my god, Will! Turn it off!”
“I am turning it off!” He insists, jabbing the button as liquid chaos swirls. “Why is it spinning like it’s possessed?”
You can’t stop laughing, doubling over as he finally manages to stop it. The hot chocolate looks tragic; foamy and uneven, but Will takes a sip anyway.
“Well?” You ask, still giggling.
He shrugs. “Tastes like regret and batteries.”
You snort. “Perfect. I’ll have two.”
He shoots you a look, but his mouth twitches into a smile before he can hide it.
The video rolls on with you try a neck-massage pillow that nearly strangles Will, a mini popcorn maker that explodes kernels across the room, and a gadget that claims to fold laundry automatically (spoiler: it doesn’t). Every failure makes you laugh harder, every sideways glance between you two more obvious.
By the time you reach the last box, you’re both crying with laughter and surrounded by cardboard carnage.
Will rips it open dramatically. “Okay, final one! A miracle cleaning gel. Says it ‘picks up dust and crumbs from hard-to-reach surfaces.’”
You lean toward the camera, whispering, “Finally, something for his room.”
He throws the packaging at you. “I’ll have you know I clean... sometimes.”
“Sure, sure...”
Ignoring you, he presses the goo into a keyboard, watching it stretch and pick up crumbs. His eyebrows lift, impressed.
“Oh, hang on. This is actually kinda satisfying.”
You reach for it too, both of you poking at the sticky blob. It squelches. “This is gross,” you mutter. “Feels like alien jelly.”
“Yeah, but look!” He holds it up to the light. “It’s actually cleaning the cracks and everything. This’d be perfect for our cleaning Sundays in the apartment.”
Silence.
The sentence hangs there, soft and heavy, suspended in the quiet buzz of the camera.
Your eyes flick up. His are already wide.
“Our what?” you say, fighting back a grin.
Will freezes, still holding the slime mid-air. “No, wait, I didn’t— that’s not— I meant your apartment. Or, like, an apartment. A generic apartment. Could be anyone’s.”
You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “Uh-huh. The apartment we don’t share at all.”
He drags a hand down his face. “Oh, I’m so finished. They’re gonna... they’re absolutely gonna clip that.”
“Oh, definitely. Title: Will Lenney Accidentally Reveals His Secret Girlfriend.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me.”
He glances at you, cheeks pink, mouth twitching. “Shut up.”
You grin at the camera, holding up the cleaning gel like a trophy. “Ten out of ten. Perfect for your… shared household needs.”
Will groans, burying his face in his hands. “We’re never hearing the end of this.”
In the coming weeks, Will releases the video, and he calls you to the couch to come check out the comments, "hey love, come here."
i'm sorry 'our cleaning sundays'????? excuse me!
GUYS GUYS GUYS!!11!!! WE KNEW IT!!!
they're literally an old married couple!
Will pretends to sulk for an hour before grinning at you from across the couch.
“You know, could’ve been worse. At least I didn’t say our bed.”
warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, harsh language and actions, jealous sex.
This is probably the worst thing i’ve written but trying a new theme so yay. (Took an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to do even just this had to follow tutorials😔)
You’d met Will about a year ago at the Sidemen Charity Match after party, and the two of you had been friends ever since. Every time you were around each other, his eyes never seemed to leave you and when he got tipsy, neither did his hands. Then there were the little compliments he’d murmur in your ear: “You look lovely tonight,” he’d say casually as he passed you at an event, or “Trying to impress me?” when you showed up in an especially nice outfit.
It ruined you every time the low whisper of his voice, the light, deliberate touch that came with it. But you never thought it meant anything to Will. After all, the very next day he’d be out on a date with someone else. So you told yourself it was just a thing he did.
And sometimes, a thing you’d do back. Not as bold as him, but you’d slip into low cut tops and long, flattering skirts, hoping he’d notice hoping he’d finally give in. He never did. Eventually, you gave up on pursuing anything with him. Still, the teasing never stopped.
Tonight, though, you didn’t want to think of him. You wanted to get over this stupid, one-sided crush. So you put on a simple red dress nothing too dramatic, but flattering enough and left your house for the bar where Will and the rest of your friends were meeting.
When you arrived, you strode in with your hips swaying, greeting everyone warmly and pulling them into hugs. Everyone except Will. You skipped over him deliberately, letting your smile falter for just a second before moving on to the next person. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the flicker of his expression subtle, but enough. A crease between his brows, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Will didn’t like being left osut.
But you weren’t going to think about him tonight. You refused to.
At the bar, you slid onto a stool and ordered yourself a drink, tracing a fingertip idly along the rim of the glass once it arrived. A few minutes later, someone took the seat next to you. You turned, half expecting another one of your friends, but it wasn’t.
He was a stranger. Tall, sharp smile, dressed a little too well for the bar you were in. “Didn’t think I’d see someone like you here,” he said smoothly, offering a hand like you two had known each other longer than thirty seconds. “I’m matt.”
You shook his hand, amused by the confidence. “That’s a terrible line, “Matt””
He laughed, unbothered, his eyes dipping briefly to your dress before meeting yours again. “Maybe, but it got you smiling, didn’t it?”
You arched a brow, taking a slow sip of your drink. “We’ll see if you can keep it up.”
The conversation flowed easily after that light teasing, playful remarks, his attention fully on you. And it was nice, feeling wanted in a way that didn’t come with confusion or games. Still, even as you laughed at something he said, You couldn’t shake the heavy weight of someone’s gaze from across the room. You didn’t need to look to know it was him it was always him. Whether his eyes were fixed on you or the person beside you, you couldn’t tell, but the effect was the same the small talk with Matt slipped further and further from your mind. You weren’t really listening anymore. Not when Will was in the room.
And just like that as your brain couldn’t stop thinking of him a familiar warmth brushed your arm, low and firm. You startled slightly, turning just in time to see Will standing too close, his hand already curling around your wrist.
“Sorry, mate,” Will cut in smoothly, not sparing Matt more than a quick glance. His eyes were on you steady, unrelenting. “I need to steal her for a second.”
Matt chuckled awkwardly, giving a shrug like he didn’t mind, but you barely registered it before Will was already tugging you away, his grip sure and tihht . The crowd seemed to part naturally for him, like even the room knew better than to get in his way. And then you reached the destination a bathroom. “Couldn’t stand watching anymore,” he muttered. The door shut with a dull click, and suddenly it was just you and him, the faint hum of music muffled by the walls. The air felt heavier in here, charged, the silence more deafening than the party outside.
You opened your mouth, ready to demand what he thought he was doing, but the words caught in your throat when he pressed in closer, his body nearly brushing yours.
“Will—” you breathed, back meeting the cool edge of the siink
His hand slid from your wrist to your hip, fingers tightening possessively as if he’d been holding back all night. His other hand came up to the side of your face, thumb grazing your jaw, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to look at him.
“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he muttered, his voice low, rough around the edges.
Before you could reply, his mouth was on yours, hot and insistent. The kiss wasn’t careful it was desperate, all pent-up frustration spilling out at once. You felt yourself melt into him, his body pressing you harder against the counter, his hand sliding down to the curve of your thigh and tugging it up against his hip.
The faint thud of base outside reminded you that anyone could notice you were missing, but when his lips trailed down to your neck, all you could manage was a sharp inhale, your hands clutching at his shirt.
“Someone could walk in.” you whispered,
His lips brushed your ear, breath warm and taunting. “Then be quiet for me.”
You nodded barely, but it was there, and he was already at your neck, making you clutch at his collar. He lifted you up onto the sink and continued kissing. “Fuck, Will,” you breathed out. He pressed into you, and you could feel the hard line of him straining against your clothed pussy. “I need you here now,” he whispered.
You hummed as your fingers worked at his belt, finally tugging it loose. Will shoved his pants down just far enough, boxers with them, and his hard, leaking erection sprang free. All you could do was gasp. His hand slid to the hem of your dress, pushing it up before hooking a finger into your soaked panties and pulling them aside.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low and soft.
“Mhm,” you breathed, bracing your hands on either side of his head, threading your fingers lazily through his hair.
He sank into you with one long, deliberate thrust, forcing your body to shift restlessly beneath him. The room filled with muffled moans, heavy and restrained, mingling between you both.
“Did it make you jealous, Will, how I was flirting with someone other than you?” you whispered against his ear, teasing as your teeth grazed the soft skin.
His hold on you shifted from firm to brutal, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew you’d wear his fingerprints. Each thrust was merciless, driving into you with a rhythm that felt more like punishment than pleasure yet the heat pooling in your stomach betrayed you.
“Id be crazy if it didn’t make jealous. Did you think I’d just sit back while you bat your lashes at someone else?” he rasped, dragging his teeth over your jaw before nipping down hard enough to make you cry out. “You wanted my attention, didn’t you? Well, now you’ve got it.”
He yanked you closer, forcing your body to take every inch of him, every rough snap of his hips. His jealousy spiled through every movement, every sound he wrung out of you, until the only thing you could think of was him.
His hand dropped from your mouth, trailing down to grip the side of your throat, holding you just firmly enough to remind you of his control. His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, as if he couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Go on then,” he growled, lips brushing hot against your ear. “Come for me. Show me who owns you.”
The command ripped through you, and your body gave in instantly, convulsing around him as you cried out his name, every ounce of restraint shattering. He watched you fall apart with a dark, hungry satisfaction, his own rhythm stuttering as your release dragged him to the edge.
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, driving into you one last punishing time before spilling into you, pulling you tight against his chest as if to make sure you’d never slip away again.
His forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged. “Don’t ever make me that jealous again,” he muttered, still trembling with the force of it.
He pulled you off the sink “You were awfully loud if anyone heard us it’s your fault.” he Says leaning down to your level in a mocking tone.
content: 18+!!, dom!willne, alcohol, drunk sex, a lot of spit, sex in a mirror, and in a public bathroom, AND unprotected (guys use condoms)
wc: 1.1k+
notes: i’ve re written this so many times. i think i actually like it now though
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YOUR LIFE HAD BEEN SO HECTIC RECENTLY — With your ever-growing platform, it felt like everything was getting on top of you. Having made the push and moved to London in the past few months, it felt like there hadn’t been any time to relax between shoots, podcast appearances and other events you had to attend.
When you and a few friends received an invite to a club night, a DJ set - whatever it was? You’d already hit the send button on your message of acceptance before fully reading the details.
You didn't care, so long as you finally had an excuse to have a good time after focusing on work for so long.
You knew of many other creators who had also been invited, most of them people you’d crossed paths with in the past. There were bound to be some new faces, as always. It was just nice to meet people for the first time without cameras or crew around.
Naturally, you were freezing, it was mid January, and the thin fabric of your little dress made you feel like you were about to freeze there and then. The tights, which were purely for decoration anyway, weren't helping much at all. Either way, you figured it wouldn’t matter once you were inside, surrounded by people and the warmth of the flashing lights.
After getting into the club, grabbing a drink and settling into a spot behind the decks, you slowly became more comfortable, finding a spot and eventually getting into small talk with whoever was around you at the time.
A few drinks in, you were becoming a little more carefree. Your eyes locked onto a man a little bit further in front of you. Will, you thought his name was. You’d seen him in other people’s videos sometimes, you knew you had mutual friends, just never officially met before.
Nobody could even blame you for staring, in all fairness, it didn’t even feel like you were — he was just so easy on the eyes, tall, a few years older than yourself at least, with a soft brown mullet you’d kill to pull on. It would’ve been a shame not to stare.
He must’ve noticed, you looked back up at him as he gave you a once-over, tongue in cheek, you tilted your head at him.
You weren’t even entirely sure how you’d gotten to this point, all you could remember was Will walking towards you. Now, all of a sudden, your back was flush with the tiled wall of the bathroom, one arm encasing you, his free hand hiking your leg up and over his hip.
You could feel him throbbing beneath the denim he wore. Really feel him.
He leaned back down, leaving a few bites just underneath your jawline, little strings of spit left behind, still connecting him to you. It seemed like he was just as drunk as you, a little disoriented if anything, he connected his lips to yours and slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, you started to grind against him, hips moving in time with his.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, a little bit slurred, his geordie accent stronger than usual.
You whined at the friction, eyes squeezing shut, nails clawing small crescent shapes into his skin through his shirt. “Y’ like that, y’ want more?” You nodded, desperately, “Show me.”
He removed your leg from around his waist, trying to lower you onto your knees as gently as he could in his drunken state, you let out a little giggle as your legs hit the floor, looking up at him with a smirk.
Already trying to pry his jeans down, you started fumbling with the shiny, silver button that glinted under the dim lighting of the toilets. Eventually you managed to pull his jeans down to his knees, looking up, pupils wide and blown out as he freed his straining cock.
His hands eventually tangled into your hair, pulling you closer, you wrapped your hand around him, thumb swiping over his tip abruptly, earning a gasp from his lips.
Starting off by kitten licking, then slowly lowering your head down onto him, relaxing your throat as much as you could.
“That’s it pet,” you looked up at him, pulling back off of his length, eyes on his reddened cock, leaving the drool on him to drip down your neck, onto your cleavage
Will took it upon himself to push your head back down, pulling your hair now, a mix between a choke and a cough escaping your throat. He didn’t know why he did that, it wasn’t something he’d usually do, it was like the alcohol had given him more confidence.
Tears brimmed in your waterline while he began thrusting into your mouth, groans and little incoherent profanities under his breath as he squeezed his eyes shut, you could feel that he was about to burst.
“Look so good f’me, fuck, shit. That’s it, gonna come darling,”
His hand moved from your head to your neck, lightly squeezing, holding you there as he filled your mouth. Pulling back and releasing his shaft from your lips with a pop, dragging some of his fluid down your chin, a cruel smile on his lips as you swiped it away with your thumb before licking it off, a few drops escaping onto your tits, slick from the spit already left there.
Large hands suddenly appeared on your waist, hauling you up and bending you over the sink before you even had a chance to think, a mewl escaped your lips.
“Will, please,” you whined, looking up at the both of you in the mirror, you were already completely wrecked, “need you, don’t tease.”
Eyes not leaving the mirror, you watched him line himself up with you, collecting your wetness on his tip, accidentally knocking your clit, which earned a desperate moan from you, before sinking his hands into the fat on your hips and slamming into you.
Your pussy clenched around him, head dropped to the rim of the sink as you cried out, unable to even look at your reflection, snaking your hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“‘M gonna-” you were interrupted by a thrust, “Will, ‘m gonna come!”
“Come on, cum on my cock f’ me” he grunted
“Need you to look at yourself, see how pretty y’are getting fucked”
He leaned over, placing a kiss on your shoulder, pulling your hair in order to make you look at the mirror, eyes squeezing shut as you finally came.
Your head slumped back down onto the edge of the sink as his fingers untangled from your hair, a spent little laugh escaping from your lips as he pulled your dress back down and his jeans back up.
