thinking about mean girl wsh beckoning misa to move so he can sit beside mack by tapping his stick on the bench and then now samisa yeeting and flying the fuck out immediately the moment will lands in van.
i've seen some people concerned about mack jokingly acting annoyed with will and mind you this is will's face... his wife is a bitch and he's exactly where he wants to be
rj training with willmack and a botg saying that rick celebrini was there with them when they’re training both days. celebrini family known will smith hockey fans.
will thinking about his sweet little omega waiting for him while he’s on stage. thinking about mack during every sex song they have on their set list. he’s singing all these metaphors about eating pussy and fucking in the car and he's hard in his pants on stage, because all he can think about is mack.
mackmackmackmackmack—
he's throbbing in his pants when the concert ends. barely makes it while thanking their fans and saying goodbye. his omega is waiting for him in the backstage, maybe mack's turned on already too. maybe he's wet and ready for will.
so will storms right into his dressing room, already unbuttoning his sweated shirt, his guys and management are talking something to him, but he truly doesn't care. he'll explode if he doesn't put his hands on sweet mack right now.
the door slams open. will's shirt drops on the floor. mack is sitting on the desk, his knees pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around legs. he still has his flannel shirt on, but his legs are bare, only his black converse shoes still on his feet, his cute white frilly socks stretched under his calves.
he sees will, shirtless, sweaty and turned on—he can see and smell how hard he is and then will's heart drop on the floor, because mack just smiles and opens his legs wide open, his wet pussy naked, pink and ready for will.
will drops on the floor in a second, just in front of mack, letting him wrap his legs around his head and just starts lapping on mack's sopping pussy like a starving man, macklin's sweet little moans already filling the room, his fingers pulling will's hair, guiding his tongue around like he pleases.
none of them cares when the dressing room's door opens and suddenly there's three of will's bandmates watching them, as will buries his head deep between mack's legs, eating him out.
mack smiles, like a brat he is, supporting his hands on the back of the desk, only spreading his legs wider, looking at will's teammates. will doesn't seem to be bothered by their presence neither, sucking on mack's swallowen clit and macklin moans, loudly and shamelessly, at that.
''smitt, what the fuck,'' leno whines, trying to not look, but mack's heated gaze is already burning holes in his head. ''we still have business to do.''
only then will pulls out, replacing his mouth with fingers, playing with the sweet wet flower between macklin's legs, looking back at his friends.
''it's not the best time, i'm a little busy right now,'' he growls, looking up at mack's blushed face. ''whatever it is, it can wait. get the fuck out. and close the door.''
he doesn't wait for response. mack's pussy is right here, needy and throbbing and his omega has to come, so he sends leno one more warning look before pushing his tongue back between mack's folds again.
mack: will i’m your captain now, accepting sexual favors from you would be me taking advantage of you
will: [hard af because he heard ‘taking advantage of you’] i know. it’s so unfortunate. and to think i was finally going to let you [sustained car crash noises]
mack: you didn’t let me finish. accepting sexual favors from you would be taking advantage UNLESS we were married
i think we could do it if we tried (1/1)
willmack, age difference, tinder!au, omegaverse, older omega!mack/baby alpha!will
''Wow, he plays golf,'' Lane notices, literally looking at the picture of Will on a golf course.
''Yeah, and he also has a yacht,'' Mack says just as intelligently. ''What if he's just some snob?''
''He's rich and hot. If the dick is good, some attitude isn't a big issue.''
Mack laughs.
Yes, it's really that simple.
Lane tells Mack he needs a baby alpha to take care of him. So Mack downloads a dating app. Enter Smith, 20.
anatomy of the Willmack Vancouver pic (from behind) illustrated by me
I saw a pic of Will in just the hockey gear and he’s wearing CCM… idk how strict it is with athlete with sponsorships but … Mack wearing Bauer Will wearing CCM okay okayy
3k of unpolished unfinished wip of willmack agegap with will having a mommy kink at the end so pls ignore if u see this and that isnt ur thing.. inspired by @aphelion228's pool boy will au ^_^
Will feels like his brain is oozing out of his ears.
His classes ended weeks ago; another year in college passed by like a train at full speed. If he were given the choice, he'd prefer to be standing on the tracks rather than be in the train cabins after experiencing that shit show of a year.
But hey, what's college if you didn't feel like killing yourself every single second the moment you wake up.
Now he's alone, bored out of his mind after his family left him for their work ("Adults don't have summer breaks, darling. Enjoy it while you can!" His mother shouts before slamming the door shut. Will wanted to shoot his head at the dread of the future, but decided against it. At least he can jerk off freely now that he's alone in the house.)
Which he wasn't able to do, by the way. He can't even get his dick up with how much the heat is fucking with his mind.
Currently situated on his bed—buck ass naked, save for his boxers—the heat around him felt torturous. The overhead fan is on its max, blasting even more hot air around the room. His skin is damp despite not doing anything all day but lie on his bed and doomscroll on his phone. He's already taken a bath twice, and still the heat persists, sweat forming on his back and temples the moment he steps out of the shower.
His laptop is thrown on the side, a video of a chick gulping down a faceless alpha's cock looping again and again. The sounds of wet gagging fill his room as he stares mindlessly at his overhead fan, his brain too heat-addled to mind the sound, or to try and get himself off, or to even move and take a shower again.
His phone buzzes. Once, twice. He ignores it, thinking its just Leno or Gabe or Leno and Gabe bothering him after the two of them rainchecked on him the day before their planned beach trip. Fuck those two.
Another buzz, this time longer. He presses on the lock button to cancel without looking, but another call comes.
He looks at the lockscreen. Sees three messages and one missed call from Toff.
Toff: u up for a side hustle kibble?
The proposal of easy money catches his interest.
Toff: ik youre not busy bud answer my call
Will: how much
Toff: u name it
Will: a hundred
Will: per hr
Toff: deal
Will: kidding
Will: What
Toff: here's the address
Will: Wait WAIT
Will: ARE YOU MAKING ME DELIVER HARD DRUGS IM GONNA PASS ON THAT
Will: IM TOO YOUNG I CANT GET ARRESTED I STILL HAVE A LIFE AHEAD OF ME
Toff: fk u mean drugs u just need to clean his pool
Will: oh ok cool
Will: wait idk how to clean the filters n shit tho lol
Toff: watch tutorials on tiktok
Toff: youre wasting your day doomscrolling on it anyway
Will: Right yeah
Will: i dont have the supplies
Toff: he already has it
Will: ok so why dont he just do it himself
Toff: do u want the job or not
Will: YES DAMN i'll take it its practically easy money
Toff: you don't need to do much anyways just skim with a net and dump the chlorine and stuff his pool's pretty maintained
Will: whtv just send me the address
Toff: Sent a location
Toff: tell him ty sent you
Will thumbs the chat bubble and cackles to himself evilly.
A hundred? Per hour? For a bare minimum pool cleaning? The guy must be stupid, or a geriatric man, or a nepo drowning in money and doesn't have the slightest idea of what to do with it. Hey, he's not one to judge; he's taking advantage of the money anyway.
—
The guy, in fact, was not a stupid young nepo baby or a geriatric man, but a fucking bombshell of an omega.
The moment the door opened, the warm, delicious scent of vanilla hits Will in the face like a freight truck. The omega in front him, for lack of a better word, is a fucking rocket—his cheeks rosy pink and flushed, hair slicked back and damp. His skin is practically sparkling, shiny with a thin layer of sweat.
"Hey, do you need something?"
And his shorts. Will made a mistake of looking down.
He's wearing the tiniest compression shorts known to man. The cloth is almost sheer with how tight it's squeezing his thighs. So fucking tight that Will can see the outlines of his pus—
"Hello?" The older omega pants out, wiping the sweat from his face with a small towel.
Will wished he could just lick it off of him.
"Oh. Uh." Will answers dumbly, looks at his phone, skims through the chat, and sees tell him ty sent you.
"Thank you sent me."
The omega looks at him questioningly, biting his lower lip and holding in a laugh. "I don't—?"
Will snaps from his daze and realizes how stupid he just sounded.
"Fuck. I mean, Ty sent me. Tyler Toffoli?"
The omega's face brightens in recognition. "Oh! Are you the pool boy? I'm Macklin, but you can call me Mack. Come in!"
Yeah, I'll come in alright. Will answers in his mind. And immediately takes it back, shaking his head in disbelief at how knot-headed he's acting like right now.
Then, Mack turns around, and Will's faced with the fattest ass he's ever seen. It's practically unreal how fucking fat it is that he can't find the words to describe it. He feels like the seams are gonna rip open the moment Mack bends over.
"Sorry for looking like a mess. I was doing my yoga when you knocked."
Will doesn't know if Mack's ass is really bouncing as he walks away from him, or if it's just his porn-brained self acting out. He closes his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and realizes his mistake as pure omegan pheromones mixed with Mack's vanilla scent enter his nose.
He mentally scolds his dick, now sitting half-chubbed. Great. Not only is he sweating his balls out in this heat, but now he has to deal with trying not to pop a boner in front of this sweet, sweet, clueless omega.
His eyes immediately drift back towards Mack's ass as he opens them. A beat of silence passes; Will does not realize that Mack's looking back at him.
"I didn't get your name?"
"Huh? Oh! It's William. Will." Heat creeps up on his neck, feeling ashamed at Mack seeing him shamelessly ogle at his ass.
Mack's eyes squint at him, almost like he's seizing him up. Will might be imagining it, but he swears the omega's eyes pause a bit when he reaches his crotch.
Will shyly covers his dick with his hands and smiles at Mack, trying to hide the growing boner in his swimming shorts. Down boy, not now!
Mack eyes him slyly, his lips forming a smirk, and goes back to walking again—this time with his hips slightly swaying side to side.
"This way to the pool."
God if you love me, please help me. Will prays in his mind.
—
After Mack has practically yapped his ears away, apologizing for the last-minute request and telling him: "My daughter wants to have a pool party for her 7th birthday. It's tomorrow, by the way. If you want to attend, you can come! I'm sure Cat and Ty would love to have your company."
And other shit Will couldn't focus on after hearing he has a daughter. A seven-year-old daughter. He heard his heart break at the possibility of Mack being mated with an alpha—probably too knot-headed and stupid enough to leave him alone in their house.
If Will was his alpha, he'd be stuck to Macklin's side 24/7. Will doesn't care about the traditional secondary gender roles. If Mack wanted to provide for their home, Will would willingly let him and accept the role of the house husband. He can cook meals for Mack, clean the house, and he's good with kids, anyway. And the moment Mack steps back home, he'd end his day buried in Mack's pussy, with the determination to pup him up again and again and again.
"You have a daughter? But you look so young."
"It's rude to assume an omega's age." Mack answers jokingly while handing Will the cleaning supplies.
"Oh! Uhm, I thought—sorry. Nevermind."
Mack laughs at him, smacking his arm and throwing his head back. Will thinks it's the most beautiful sound that's graced his ears. "It's fine. I get that question a lot. I'm in my thirties. Still pretty young, but too old for you."
Will's conflicted. He feels like Mack's flirting with him, with the way he keeps on batting his eyelashes at him and touching his biceps. But he hits him with the too old for you statement.
Fuck that, there's no such thing as too old for him.
He's fucked around with omegas older than Mack to the point that Leno and Gabe coined him the nickname of cougar hunter.
"Thirties? All this time I was thinking your alpha just locked you down while you were in high school."
"Strike two. You don't assume an omega's mating status." Mack wags a finger at him, sighing out and feigning disappointment.
Will tries to hold himself back from perking up.
"Wait. So you're not mated?" He receives an exasperated look as a reply. Mack gestures at his own neck as if stating the obvious.
"Do you see any mating bites?"
"Damn, your alpha's dumb as fuck then."
"Will," Mack's tone drops as he sets the last bag of chlorine on the table, setting his hands on his hips.
"There is no alpha. I'm not mated. I don't give a fuck about who my daughter's father is, nor does she, so," Mack ends his sentence with a shrug.
Will's pumping his fists in his mind right now. He's practically salivating at the thought of this smoke show of an omega being a free real estate right now.
"If I were your alpha, I wouldn't—"
Mack cuts him off with a laugh. And slaps him on his arm. Again. He waves his hand dismissively while giving Will a teasing look.
"I've heard that one too many times already. Start cleaning the pool instead, yeah? I bet your friends are waiting for you to finish today so you can do whatever teenagers do these days."
And that sounds like painful rejection to Will.
But when Mack sashays away—discreetly hiking his shirt up to show his ass, walking with a slight hop on his steps that gives his ass and thighs the right bounce, Will feels his dick twitch and decides that he won't let this summer end without getting a taste of the omega of his dreams.
—
God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind.
He's currently skimming the surface of the pool. His shirt is damp, clinging to his back as the sun beats him down. Sweat is dripping down his temples, running down his face, and dripping down his chin to the concrete surface.
Fuck. He would've enjoyed this if he had a front row view of Mack's ass. Or not. If Mack was still skittering around him with those tiny shorts of his, he probably would've fainted on the spot with how fast his blood would rush towards his dick, knot popped out in the open air.
As he takes his shirt off—using the cloth to wipe the sweat off his face, a warm vanilla scent permeates his senses.
Speaking of the devil.
He thought the compression shorts were bad, but what Mack's wearing right now is worse.
He walks out of the house, wearing the skimpiest tankini he's seen in his entire life. He didn't even fathom that tankinis could look skimpy in the first place.
Mack's wearing a teal halter top, ending right at his belly button, paired with tight cheeky bottoms, tight enough that its straps were digging into his hips and finely outlining his cunt.
God doesn't love him. Will has made up his mind and looks away, using all his willpower to stop himself from popping a boner.
"I made some drinks, come rest for a while!"
"I should probably finish this first."
Mack huffs, crosses his arms, and cocks his hips. "I feel bad for letting you work under this heat. Did you even apply sunscreen?"
Will manages to shake his head no. "I didn't bring one." He croaks out.
"Take a seat, then. I'll help you apply it on your back."
Then Mack bends over, which—totally unnecessary—he could've crouched or even kneeled to pick up the sunscreen off the floor beside the lounger.
Will manages to hold back groaning out loud, pressing his lips together, which resulted to a small whimper. Kinda pathetic, really, but he can't resist it when the omega bends down, exposing his ass to Will, his panties outlining the slit of his pussy.
The sun is beating painfully down on his skin; he's sweating like hell, and his dick is throbbing in his swimming shorts. Will can't believe this is what his summer break's come to.
He watches the omega lather sunscreen on his legs, rubbing the lotion on his shins, up to his thighs. Will gulps audibly at the sight of Mack's fingers digging into his pale skin, wishing that it were his fingers squeezing his fleshy thighs.
He squirts more lotion onto his palms, massaging the cream on his neck down to his chest. He closes his eyes and releases a small breathy moan after he presses hard on a particular spot on his shoulder.
Mack suddenly stops his ministrations, looking at Will with wide eyes, sight dropping down to his crotch.
Only does Will realize that he's rumbling, vibrating low in his chest, but loud enough for Mack to notice.
Mack gives him a sly smirk, lying face down on the lounger and resting his head on an arm. He turns back to Will, cheeks squished on the crook of his elbow.
"Can you help me out?"
Will drops the net, holding himself back from jumping Mack as he walks towards him.
And since he's stupid and horny as fuck, he trips on his own feet as he nears Mack.
His face was so, so close to planting right on top of Mack's ass, avoiding him by an inch as he managed to stop himself with a hand on the lounger.
The heady musk of sweet, sweet omega slick, mixed with the chemical smell of sunscreen, assaults his senses, almost sticking to the back of his throat.
Oh. Mack's wet.
This feels like a start of a porno. His mind unhelpfully supplies.
Like, those pornos with terrible plots. Ones where the single omega MILF opens the door for the pizza delivery guy while wearing the skimpiest clothing, or where the alpha accidentally trips out of thin air and faceplants his mouth on the omega's pussy.
Will feels a tug on his head. Mack has already turned his body around without Will noticing.
Usually, the pornos start out with terrible, cringey lines, like—
"Wanna have a taste?"
And Will dives right in, pressing his nose directly onto Mack's slit, taking in a deep breath.
His eyes almost roll to the back of his head at Mack's heady scent, mouthing at his pussy above the cloth. He moves the offensive cloth—holding it in place with a finger, licking up a fat strip from Mack's hole up to his clit and circling the tip of his tongue around the engorged nub. Mack releases the most delicious moan he's ever heard, hotter than the chicks he's fucked in college.
"Will!" Mack screams out in pleasure as Will focuses on his clit, alternating between sucking and softly biting the nub.
Will feels like he's in heaven, lapping up the slick gushing out of Mack's pussy like a starved man. Mack grips the crown of his head harder, pushing his face deeper into his pussy, his slick completely covering Will's lower face and dripping down his chin.
"C'mon, c'mon pup," Mack moans out, throwing his head back as he grinds his cunt harder into Will's mouth. "Make mommy come on your mouth."
And fuck. Will almost blows his load on the spot. One of his hands goes down on his shorts, wrapping a fist around the base of his cock, squeezing around the knot that's slowly growing.
His other hand creeps up on Mack's cunt, spreading his lips and exposing his hole to the air. Will gathers his saliva in his mouth and spits directly on the hole, rubbing his saliva around with the pads of his fingers before he enters, immediately setting a fast pace and fucking his fingers upwards as he sucks on his clit.
Mack releases a whorish moan, his thighs clamping and squeezing Will's head as he comes, squirting on his mouth like a fucking waterfall, his cum splattering on his cheeks and neck, dripping down his chest. Will slurps all his slick up loudly, his tongue replacing the fingers on pussy, prolonging his orgasm.
"Fuck. Baby, enough." Mack tries to pull his head away, but Will resists, pushing his face in further and continuing to lap up his slit. Mack feels the pain of overstimulation creeping up his spine.
"Will, that's enough!" He kicks on Will's shoulder, successfully unlatching his mouth from his pussy.
Will looks debauched, his pupils dilated that only a thin ring of blue is visible, his lips spit slicked with remnants of Mack's come dripping down his chin, covering his cheeks and neck. Mack knew he was a squirter, but he'd never experienced gushing hard enough that his partner looked like a fucking wet dog.
Mack looks down, seeing Will's arm beneath the waistband of his shorts, a damp, wet spot present on the front.
aaaaaaand will fucks mack on the lounger, pounding into the omega's pussy as he tries to dampen his noises with his hand covering his mouth.
"f-fuck, fuck, will," mack whines out loud, voice still loud despite the hand on his mouth, his pussy slick splashing will's crotch every time he drives in hard. "s'good, so good baby. c'mon, fuck me harder."
will gives up on trying to silence mack, uncovering his mouth and instead gripping his plush thighs, giving them a hard squeeze before pushing them up up up, putting mack into a textbook classic mating press.
mack releases a delicious moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head as will slows down, opting for deep, hard thrusts, targeting his spot dead center with his cock. his pussy gushes out slick consistently; will thinks the omega might've been peeing on him, delirious with the onslaught of pleasure given to his pussy.
"s'good? am i doing good?" will pants out, his lips pressed tight to mack's ear.
"yesyesyes baby, fucking mommy so good," mack's words get cut off as he cums, his release catching him off guard.
will doesn't relent. he brings a hand down to his pussy, fingers rubbing tight circles around his clit. mack's legs shake as his orgasm is prolonged, eyes permanently rolled back to his head as will continues to pound on his pussy. the lounger is practically soaked with mack's slick.
"can i cum inside you mommy? please?" will whines, desperation seeping in his voice as his thrusts become erratic. "w'nna knot you, w'nna fill you up with my cum 'til it takes."
mack gasps out, his hands flying to will's shoulders and scratching deep, red lines along his back. the thought of being pregnant again, his belly swollen with life and tits heavy with milk, shouldn't turn him on this much, especially since will is practically a kid, barely out of fucking college. but the said kid is scrambling his brain—and his guts—with how fucking good he is with his cock, knowing where and how to hit all the right spots without mack even instructing him. and the way he whines out with a breathy, pleading voice just hits right for mack.
"yeah, yeah go ahead baby," mack rasps, his throat scratchy from how loud he's been moaning his heart out. "give me your knot. pup me up. make me a mommy again."
with a few thrusts, will pops his knot in his pussy, locking the two of them together as spurts and spurts of his warm load cover mack's walls. he buries his face on mack's neck, mouthing and licking at his scent gland, sobs of mommy, mommy, mommy spilling out of his mouth as his hips continue to rut into his pussy.
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