#will smith x reader

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All Your’n

Will Smith Hockey x Reader

warnings; fluff, that’s really it, not proofread,

wc; 2,352

summary; Will takes his high school sweetheart to meet the team and their families for the first time.

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Shes been with Will for as long as she can remember. He’s really all she knows, dating-wise. She remembers the first time she met him. It was both of their freshman years. She had went to watch her brother play at his hockey game. When she was waiting outside for him, Will, who was playing for the opposing team, approached her, shy as ever. Told her he thought she was pretty, asked for her number. He was elated when she agreed to give it to him. They texted almost every day, much to her brothers dismay, and built up a friendship. Friendship quickly turned into something more though. By the end of that year, they were dating, and had been ever since. Will would be the first to admit that she was way out his league. She was gorgeous, kind, smart, funny, and passionate. He could never understand how he got so lucky. It was like she was the missing piece of his heart. She completed him, in every way. He loved her to the moon and back. They had been through so much together. Homecomings, Proms, graduations, college commitments and decisions, even Will’s draft. She’d been there with him through it all. She’d become close with his family, especially Grace, and she still remembers the first time she met Gabe and Ryan. The two boys staring at her, jaw dropped when Will pulled her aside from his family after a game for team USA to confirm that “Yes, I do have a girlfriend. No, she’s not made up.” Will would always find it amusing, how his two friends would stare at her like she was from another world. Hell, he couldn’t blame them. There was just something about her that was enchanting. He was always proud to show her off, to other players, friends, family. He wanted the world to know that this beautiful, kind girl was his, and only his.

Making the decision to move with Will to San Jose when he signed his contract was a big one. One she had to think long, and hard about. Ultimately though, she thinks it was a big step in their relationship for the better. They wouldn’t just be together anymore, they would live together, see eachother every minute of every day, excluding the time that Will was out for hockey. Will was ecstatic, he loved the idea of coming home after a long practice session to find her curled up on his couch, or cooking him a meal in their kitchen. It made his heart warm just thinking about it. He knew some relationships would falter under this kind of pressure, but he knew theirs was strong enough to endure. And it has been. Which leads them to now. It’s the first team-family event of his rookie season. She’s met a few of the players already, the ones Will is particularly close with, Mack and Toff and Eky, it’d be hard not to since they hang around so much. But now, she’s meeting everyone AND their families. The thought is just a little nerve wracking, but she persists. She makes sure she looks her best. It’s a little cooler, so she settles for a nice long sleeved top and a pair of jeans, not too simple, but simple enough. It’s not some big, fancy event, it’s just a barbecue hosted at Toff and Cats house. She’s met Cat, Will has dragged her with him over to their house many, many times since they’ve moved here. When they arrive, she wipes her palms on her pants, trying to rid them of the clamminess that’s clinging to them.

Will could sense her nerves, he always could. He knew her best. He could almost always tell what she was thinking without her even saying a word. He puts an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. “Hey, I know you're nervous, but there's nothing to worry about. Everyone here is really friendly I promise”, he says with a small smile, trying to reassure her. She gives him a small nod, taking a deep, steadying breath as they approach the door. Will squeezes her hip lightly, a silent way of telling her everything will be okay. As they step inside, they're immediately greeted by the sound of laughter and chatter, the party is already in full swing. Will leads her through the crowded living room, toward the backyard, where they find most of the team. She puts on a smile, and a few people come up to greet them. She meets some of Will’s other teammates briefly before Cat comes and whisks her off to chat with some of the other WAGs. They’re all very kind to her, include her in their conversation, and it’s like she’s been there the whole time. She finds herself laughing and pitching in with her ideas on the topic very quickly.

By the time the sun starts to set, Toff has set up a small fire in their fire pit, and everyone is curled around it with their respective families, music playing softly over a speaker someone had brought. She leans into Will’s side as one of the wives, Mario’s she thinks, speaks up. “So, how did you two meet?”, she asks, directing the question at her and Will. Will smiles warmly as he looks down at his girlfriend, his arm around her. He takes the lead in answering the question, happy to tell their story. “Well, we actually met back in high school. She was at one of my hockey games, watching her brother play, and I saw her in the stands. Couldn't take my eyes off her.” He glances over at Cassie, his expression softening. “She was just so damn pretty, and I just had to talk to her, had to get her number...” A smile quirks her lips at the memory. It had felt like just yesterday, when in reality it was almost 5, 6 years ago. “He was so shy and adorable, I couldnt say no”, she teases him. Will rolls his eyes playfully, a small smirk on his face. “Hey, I am not adorable,” he says with a faux-offended expression, “I'm rugged, and manly, and tough.” He flexes his free arm, showing off his muscles jokingly, as is the cliche hockey stereotype. “See? Tough as nails.” Everyone laughs, and some of the guys pitch in with their own teasing comments about Will, Toff’s sarcastic, “Sure, Kibble”, making her giggle as Will pouts.

Will groans, exasperated, and throws a glare in Toff's direction, which only adds to the laughter erupting from the group. “Oh ha-ha, very funny guys.” He shakes his head, but he's trying to hide the smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He looks back down at her, and pokes her playfully in the ribs. “You're supposed to be on my side, you know.” “I stand up for my beliefs.”, she says, sticking her tongue out at him. Will fakes an offended gasp, putting a hand to his heart dramatically. He looks at her in mock-awe, his expression exaggerated. “Wow, I can't believe you'd turn on me like that. After everything we've been through. The nerve, the betrayal.”, he feigns betrayal, placing a hand on his forehead and leaning back, causing another round of laughter from the group. “You wound me, woman.” She giggles again, and just lays her head on his shoulder. “You know I love you”, she says. Will grins, his expression softening as he looks down at her, his heart swelling with affection. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her close. “I know you do,”, he says, his tone slightly cocky, but his eyes show nothing but love and tenderness as he gazes at her. He leans over and places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “And I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice quieter so only she can hear it.

They sit around the fire for a couple more hours. Some of the other couples tell their stories about how they met, and then they start talking about random things. There’s a heated debate on conspiracies. Macklin stated that Aliens were not real and it immediately caused an argument. The WAGs just sat back, laughing at their partners as the team argued. By the time it’s time to leave, it’s late and she’s tired, her head back on Will’s shoulder as she blinks sleepily. Will notices her growing more and more sleepy, his arm wrapped around her, holding her close as he listens to the debate going on. He can see the tiredness in her eyes, and he knows it's time to go home. He whispers in her ear, his voice gentle, “Hey, sleepyhead. You ready to go home?” He gives her hip a squeeze, gently coaxing her out of her half-asleep state. “Mhm”, she hums out. He chuckles softly, amused at how cute he finds her when she's sleepy. He stands up, helping her up with him. “Alright, come on.” He slips an arm under her shoulders, steadying her as he starts to lead her towards the door, waving goodbye to the group. “We're heading out, guys. Thanks for having us.” She gives Toff and Cat a tired smile, “Thank you so much for tonight”, she says, and really it’s to Cat. She feels like she’s gotten a lot closer with the other WAGs, and that’s mainly because of Cat. Cat smiles warmly back at her, her expression sincere. “Of course! You're always welcome here,” she replies cheerfully. Then, a sly smirk crosses her face, and she adds in a playful tone, “And we'll definitely be having more get-togethers like this, so get used to seeing us around.” Toff chimes in, grinning at the two, “Yeah, you're stuck with us now, kiddos. No take-backs.” They laugh and wave as Will starts to lead her out the door and to their car.

Will walks her to their car, one arm around her, keeping her close as she stumbles slightly from her drowsiness. He looks down at her affectionately, finding her even more endearing in her sleepy state. “You're such a mess right now, you know that? Adorable, but a mess.” He jokes, a small smile on his face as he opens the passenger side door for her, ready to help her in. She climbs in, buckling her seatbelt as Will climbs in the drivers side. As they’re driving, radio playing some country song Will’s been obsessed with for the past few days, her phone buzzes.

Cat Toffoli 🐈‍⬛ has added you to “The Better San Jose Sharks 👸🦈🏒”

She can’t help but smile as she reads the notification, happy today went well and she made some new friends. Will glances over at her as they drive, noticing the smile on her face as she checks her phone. He quirks an eyebrow, curious. “You look like you just won the lottery or something,” he remarks, his tone playful. “What's got you so smiley all of a sudden?” He keeps his eyes on the road, but his gaze flicks over to her phone occasionally, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen. “Got added to the WAG chat”, she hums. He lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes flicking between her and the road. “Ah, the exclusive team-wives chat, huh? Getting let into the inner circle already, I see.” He grins, clearly teasing her, “Does that mean you'll be spilling juicy gossip and sharing team secrets with the girls now?” “Nope i’m only gonna spill secrets about you”, she says, her smile turning playful as her eyes glint mischievously. He raises an eyebrow, his expression turning skeptical but amused. “Oh, really now? Is that so?” He tries to appear nonchalant, but there's a hint of wariness in his voice. He knows his girlfriend too well not to be slightly worried about what she might disclose. “And what kind of secrets would you be spilling about me, may I ask?” “All of them. I’ll tell them about the time you called me crying because Leno hit you in the face with a puck during off-season practice”, she jokes. That was one of her favorite memories because Will had been such a big baby about it, calling her, sputtering as tears streamed down his face, which had a nasty bruise blooming on his cheekbone. She has no idea why they decided not to wear their helmets that day. Will groans and rolls his eyes at her recollection, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at the memory. “Oh, Of course, you’d bring that up...” He lets out a huff and shoots her a half-hearted glare. “I wasn't crying. I was just... expressing my pain. Big difference. And it hurt, alright? Leno has an unfair advantage with the slap shot, the bastard.”

She can’t help but laugh. He’s right, she’s watched them all play, Ryan’s shot was mean. “Whatever you say babe”, she says, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers, squeezing it softly. His expression softens as she twines their fingers, the touch of her hand in his sending a wave of comfort through him. He squeezes her hand back, the gesture both grounding and reassuring. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, trying to maintain a mock-offended tone, but failing miserably as a corner of his mouth lifts in a fond smile. “You're lucky I love you.” “I love you too”, she says, bringing his hand up to her lips to give it a kiss. Will's heart flutters at the gesture, and his expression softens even further. He smiles at her affectionately, his earlier mock-offense completely dissipated. “You're such a sap,” he teases, his tone affectionate. “But I wouldn't have it any other way.” He gives her hand another gentle squeeze, a silent acknowledgement of his own love and affection for her. The ride home passes comfortably, hand in hand, in a mix of easy silence and soft music from the radio, both basking in their shared love and affection for one another.

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a/n; Woahhhh first request in the books! As always, this was written based off of one of my c.ai chats. Requests are open (Especially ones for Mack or Leno!), and feedback is always appreciated 🤗 Love you guys, thank you so much for reading!

[belli5]

Miss Cougar .ᐟ ೀWS²

╰ Synopsis An older reader falls for golden boy Will Smith, the younger hockey player who’s utterly devoted to her, soft, loyal, and eager to please. She didn’t mean to fall..but did.

Tags/contains Fluff, Will Smith x Older!fem!reader. Age gap(in my mind it’s two years), older reader, mutual pining, soft possessiveness.

➺ from Sera, to you 📨. Had too much fun with this lol😭

masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it! Please do NOT rewrite/repost my work anywhere else without permission!

You were just doing your job, working PR, helping set up the media day table for the rookies, sipping lukewarm coffee and flipping through player bios like it wasn’t your fifth time memorizing their junior league stats.

But then Will Smith walked in, blonde hair a little messy like he didn’t even try, baby blue eyes scanning the room like he didn’t quite belong yet. His jersey hung a little loose on his shoulders, but there was an easy confidence to his posture that told you he knew exactly who he was.

Nineteen. Maybe twenty now, barely an adult. Way too young for you, and younger guys weren’t even your type.

You were twenty-two, barely older, sure, but the kind of older that makes you feel like a grown up next to a college freshman. He shouldn’t have even registered as a blip on your radar.

Except he did.

You were halfway through explaining to another staffer where to place the Sharks backdrop when he stopped in front of your table, holding a clipboard and grinning like he’d just won something. “You’re the PR person, right?”

You blinked. “I am.”

“I’m Will,” he said, like you didn’t already know. “Will Smith.”

The corner of your mouth tugged upward. “Yeah, figured that much. It’s on your name tag.”

He glanced down, laughed, boyish and unbothered. “Right, forgot I had that on.”

And just like that, you were sunk. Not all the way, just enough to start paying more attention to the way he said thank you, how he called you ma’am, how he kept stealing glances at you during the photoshoot like you wouldn’t notice.

You told yourself it was harmless. Just a crush—his crush.

He hovered near your table more than he needed to, always needing a new pen, or another form, or an excuse to talk to you about something completely irrelevant.

“Is it weird if I ask what coffee you’re drinking?” he asked once, resting his forearms on your desk like he belonged there.

“It’s not weird if you ask to get me one.”

He smiled. “Noted. I’ll bring you one next time.” And he did, for weeks.

Every morning of training camp, there was a new coffee sitting on your desk with a note scribbled in messy handwriting: “Hope this is the right kind.”,“You looked tired yesterday. (Not in a bad way.)”, “You smile more when you’re caffeinated.”

You kept the notes. That was the first sign you were slipping.

The second sign? You stopped saying “he’s too young” in your head.

You kept reminding yourself that he was younger, that he still said things that he saw on instagram reels or on tiktok unironically. That he didn’t even have a full grasp on how taxes worked, but then he’d smile at you like you were the only person in the room, or he’d ask how your day was going and actually listen and suddenly his age didn’t seem like such a big deal.

The first time he asked you out, you laughed.

Not because it was funny, but because it felt ridiculous. Like this golden retriever of a man thought he had a shot with someone who read financial reports for fun and had a skincare routine that cost more than any man would understand.

“You don’t actually want to date someone older,” you told him flatly.

He tilted his head. “Why not?”

“Because you’re still figuring yourself out. You’ve got.. things to do, a whole NHL career to build.”

He shrugged. “Can’t I do all that and like you at the same time?”

The worst part? He meant it. His voice was quiet, no smugness, no joking, just him looking at you with those wide blue eyes like you’d hung the moon.

You told him no. But you also told him, “Ask me again when you’ve made the roster.” It was a joke, you didn’t expect him to remember, but he did.

Two months later, after a Sharks home opener, you found him waiting in the hallway with two redbulls in hand and that same grin he always wore when he saw you. “So…” he said, holding one out. “I made the roster.”

Your stomach did a funny little flip. “That doesn’t mean anything,” you said, but your voice was softer than it should’ve been.

“Doesn’t it?”

You took the redbull, your fingers brushing his, and that was the third sign. The one that felt different than the rest.

Because you started to imagine it, what dating him might be like, what it’d feel like to kiss him, to pull him down by the collar of his jersey and have him say things in that voice that got a little raspier every time he was nervous.

You hated yourself for thinking about it. You hated even more that you started to hope he’d ask again, but he didn’t, not right away and that made you feel.. weird.

He gave you space, even when you caught him looking at you during team events, or cracking jokes that made you smile when you were trying to be serious. He never pushed, never got impatient.

That’s what got you, in the end. Not the hair, not the eyes, not the way he fit into his game day suit just a little too well, I mean that too but It was the way he respected your no, but made it clear he wasn’t going anywhere.

It was when the new season just had started, two months ago.

You were organizing interview slots at the practice rink, annoyed at everything and running on four hours of sleep. Will had just finished morning skate and walked over, towel around his neck, cheeks flushed from the cold. “You okay?” he asked, nudging your elbow gently.

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Just tired.”

He didn’t say anything just grabbed the clipboard from your hand, squinting at the slots like he could actually help. “You forgot to schedule yourself a break,” he said.

“I don’t get breaks,” you muttered.

“You do now.” And then, God help you, he pulled out some candy he had from his jacket pocket and handed it to you without fanfare.

Like he knew you hadn’t eaten, like he’d planned for this exact moment, it wasn’t a lot, but it’s the little things that make you happy. “You’re ridiculous,” you mumbled, trying not to smile.

He bumped your shoulder lightly. “You’re welcome, ma’am.”

That was the fourth sign, which you didn’t even pretend to hate it.

It didn’t start with fireworks.

There was no dramatic kiss in the rain, no impulsive declarations. Just a quiet evening, two texts exchanged, and the simple moment when you looked at his name on your screen and realized, yeah. You wanted to see where this could go.

He picked you up two days later.

He was wearing a navy sweater that clung to his arms just enough, jeans that still had a fold line like they were fresh out of the dryer, and that nervous little smile that tugged at his mouth whenever you looked at him too long. “I wasn’t sure if you’d actually say yes,” he admitted, holding the car door open for you.

You’d smiled back, the corner of your lip quirking. “I wasn’t sure either.” But you went and then you went again and before long, it became something regular, easy and surprisingly solid.

No one said “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” for a while, but he started showing up with your favorite drinks, started memorizing every single detail, started pulling you gently into his lap during movie nights like he couldn’t help it.

You didn’t mean to fall for him, but he made it impossible not to.

Now, a few weeks in, you were curled on your couch, legs draped over his lap, flipping through a book while he scrolled through his phone like he didn’t have a single worry in the world.

Will’s hand rested on your thigh absentmindedly, tracing slow circles with his thumb over the fabric of your shorts. His eyes were on his screen, but he’d tilt his head every few minutes like he was waiting for you to tell him to do something, like he wanted you to.

You weren’t used to that, someone listening without being told twice. Someone who liked being told what to do, in a way that wasn’t needy, just.. eager.

“Can you get me a water?” you asked, without looking up from the page.

Will was already halfway to the kitchen before you finished the sentence. He came back, twisted the cap off, and handed it to you like it was nothing, like it was normal to treat you like this.

You took a sip and raised an eyebrow. “It’s cold. You picked from the back of the fridge.”

He gave a crooked smile, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t think you’d want a warm one.”

“Thank you, baby.” you said, letting your fingers brush across his jaw before going back to your book.

He flushed just a little and you saw it. The power you had over him was almost criminal. Not because you tried, God, no. But because he gave it so freely, because something in him liked it.

You kept reading for another minute, pretending not to notice how quiet he’d gone. Then, without warning, you shifted your legs, straddling one of his thighs and settling in like it was your seat.

Will froze under you for a second. Then relaxed, like he always relaxed under you. Your hands found the collar of his hoodie, playing with the soft hem near his collarbone. “You’re not going out with the guys tonight?” you murmured, feigning casual.

“Don’t want to,” he said simply. “Want to stay here, with you.”

You bit your lip. “You always listen this well?”

His hands landed on your hips, light and respectful even though he clearly could’ve pulled you in harder if he wanted. “Only for you, ma’am.” he said, barely above a whisper.

You didn’t react right away, just let it hang in the air, warm and heavy between you both. You weren’t even sure he realized he’d said it, sometimes it just slipped out of him, like instinct.

You trailed your fingers down his chest and sat back just slightly. “You know you don’t have to call me that,” you said softly, not mocking, just observing.

“I know,” he replied, eyes dropping to your mouth. “But I like it.”

[hockeyxoxo]

helloooo i am very early on your breakfast brunch post, but may i order some muffins with powdered sugar? thank you very much in advance :))

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Warnings/contains: Friends to lovers, calling reader 'love', smut, Oral (M receiving), 18+, throat fucking ofc

Order: Will smith + Oral Fixation

WC: 518

An: This was literally the perfect first ask. I can see Will having the biggest Orals fixation. Im still getting used to writing again, so sorry if its a bit short! I can't tell if this is really bad or if it is okay becuase its 4 am as of me writing this. NOT PROOF READ.

"Uhhh- just highlights from last night." He replied before adjusting his pants so his bulge is less noticeable. You glaced down knowing exactly what he was doing and what effect you have on him. You make constant eye contact with him as you suck on your lollipop. His eyes filled with desire as you make eye contact with him. He feel his cock straining against his jeans.

It all started with you sucking on that god damn lollipop. The second you came back home, you had it in your mouth, and of course, that's the first thing Will would notice. He was just sitting on the couch peacefully watching hockey highlights from last night's game when you walked in with that thing in your mouth. It didn't help that you were swirling the candy around in your mouth like it was your last meal. He can feel his dick creating a bulge in his jeans that were already tight enough without you making it worse. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would feel like if his dick was the lollipop instead when you brought him back to reality by sitting next to him on the couch, "What are you watching?"

"Fuck- you know exactly what your doing to me, dont you?" The words almost came out as a whimper instead. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, not being able to decide on which one to look at. You took the lollipop out of your mouth and slipped in Will's as you got on the floor between his thighs.

"Love, if you keep teasing don't blame me for what happens next." Will look at you with his piercing blue eyes. You hummed around his tip challenging him. Before you can even finish your next breath, he grabbed back of your head and thrusted his whole length inside of your mouth making you gag and tear up.

"So are you going to keep me waiting or what?" As soon as the sentence ended Will started to unbutton his jeans and taking off his underwear. Your mouth was salivating at the sight of his roch hard dick. Even his dick was pretty, it was long with a prominent vain on the left side of it. He already had precum dripping from his tip. You opened your mouth and barely let his tip inside, clearly teasing him.

"You are doing so good for me" Will praised you as if he wasn't throat fucking you at the same time. He increased the speed to help him reach high. He was tipped over the edge when he look down at you glossy eyed looking up at him. He came in your mouth, your taste buds overloaded with the taste of him, the mix of salty and a bit of sweet. He pulled out of your mouth as he watch you swallow his cum. He popped the little part of the remaining lollipop out of his mouth and put it on the coffee table. He smirked as he grabbed your chin to forcefully make you look at him. "I'm not done with you yet, Love"

[rosie-posie1313]

Hockey Fic Recs

New Jersey Devils

⭒ Nico Hischier ⭒ Luke Hughes ⭒ Jack Hughes

San Jose Sharks

⭒ Macklin Celebrini ⭒ William Eklund ⭒ Will Smith

Toronto Maple Leafs

⭒ Joseph Woll ⭒ William Nylander ⭒ Auston Matthews ⭒ Matthew Knies

Pittsburgh Penguins

⭒ Sidney Crosby

Florida Panthers

⭒ Matthew Tkachuk

New York Islanders

⭒ Mat Barzal

Vancouver Canucks

⭒ Quinn Hughes

Philadelphia Flyers

⭒ Trevor Zegras

⭒ Jamie Drysdale

Dallas Stars

⭒ Wyatt johnston

[thesecretestblogever]

Okay hear me outtt… frat! Will x reader doing it in a hot tub after his family goes to bed

And he knows how to put the jets to good use...

He makes sure the lights are on in the hot tub, so he can really get a good look at you as you ride him on the ledge under the hot water.

The water is sloshing around, pooling over the edges of the tub from all your movement, and the concrete bites into you hands in the best way possible when he bends you over the edge - it keeps you centered and present. The jet is massaging your pussy, but that doesn't stop him from dipping his hand into the front of your bikini (that he just pushed aside earlier to slip inside of you) and rub over your aching clit.

He's good at covering your mouth with his large hand to make sure that you're not making too much noise to alert anyone around, and he let's you bite down on the soft skin of his palm, because the feeling of the hot water and him filling you up is just too divine. You almost pass out when you come from the heat, but he makes sure to hold you against him and let's you know what a good girl you were.

[moonlight-ba3]

Hiii can you write about being in a bad relationship and you just got broken up with and you and Macklin have been friends forever and he sees you crying and having a panic attack and he comforts you and you guys end up realizing that you two have always been in love?

Warm 

pairing:macklin celebrini x reader

summary:when you finally get out of your toxic relationship and find a better one.

a/n: fluff, angst, I tried to make this based on the songs almost is never enough and warm by ariana grande, I came up with a random game against the Blackhawks, not proofread!!

I met Jake in freshman year of high school in English class. We started dating when he asked me out for prom in sophomore year. We were great until I introduced him to Macklin, my best friend. 

He always rolled his eyes when I brung Mack up. He hated him so much he convinced me to not invite him to my 18th birthday party. 

I never realized how controlling he was of me. Finally, I brung it up and somehow all we managed to argue about was Macklin.

I just got back from work after 7 hours of staring at a screen. My eye bags are huge, I can barely walk my limbs are so tired. All I wanna do is lay down and not have to argue with my boyfriend.

‘’You look miserable’’ Is the first thing I hear when I walk in.

‘’Jake, I’m exhausted’’ I mumble, putting my stuff up, not wanting to cause anything that would probably just be fight about Macklin somehow.

He rolls his eyes, ‘’God, you’re always exhausted’’ he replies still looking at his phone, most likely looking through some girls instagram.

I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down, but he keeps talking. I finally loose it, ‘’Jake I go to work for 7 hours and all you do is sit on your ass for the whole day! I come home exhausted cause I actually do things. I don’t wanna fight tonight. I’m exhausted’’ I yell at him, my voice slightly cracking. 

‘’Thats all you say, I do things all the time but your to busy talking to your other little boy toy!’’ He yelled back

I look at him, confused. ‘’Who the hell are you talking about?’’ 

He sighs, ‘’The shitty hockey player!’’

Macklin.

The boy I’ve known since I was 5. Who would always come to me no matter what. The only hockey player I would stand up for when they scored. The guy I always tried to convince myself I wasn’t in love with. The Macklin who I did everything with. 

‘’What do you mean?’’ I ask him, unclear on why he would bring him up right now, especially since I haven’t seen him in four weeks. The last time I saw him was at his game against the Blackhawks. All I could look at was him. He scored one goal and had two assists. 

He steps closer to me. ‘’You think I don’t know. I know you’ve been sneaking around and seeing him.’’ He says in a quiet voice. 

‘’I-what?’’ 

‘’Oh my god, you’re so stupid.’’ He laughs 

I stand there, still confused, ‘’Why would you think I’m with him?’’

‘’You’re always talking about him! Macklin this, Macklin that! You never stop. I feel like a side character!’’ 

‘’A side character! I involve you in everything, even things that don’t even concern you.’’ Shocked that he would even say that. 

‘’Even then you still find a way to bring him up! Mack loves this! Me and Mack used to do this together!’’

‘’Iv’e been best friends with him since I was five!’’ I yell back at him.

He closes his eyes, rubbing his hands on his face. 

‘’You’re the most stupidest, self centered person I’ve ever met!’’ 

‘’You always accuse me of the most stupidest shit!’’ 

He looks at me like I have 5 eyeballs.

My eyes are starting to get glossy.

‘’I’m so over you, why don’t you go cry to him about this.’’ He says as he walks out the door. 

I don’t stop him. I can’t. Tears are falling down my face. My hands are shaking. My shaky hand raises to my heart as I start gasping for air. I feel like I’m underwater. The room is caving in on me. All I’m able to do is get my phone out and call him, Macklin.

After the first ring he picks up. 

‘’Hey, y/n’’ His voice calms me down, but not enough.

‘’Mack-I can’t.’’ 

‘’Im coming over. Don’t hang up.’’

He only lives 7 minutes away. I can’t focus on anything. His voice ringing in my ears. All I’m able to make out is ‘’Calm down’’ ‘’breathe’’ ‘’Im here.’’

I hear the door open and he comes running to me. He places me on the couch and kneels on his knee in front of me. 

‘’Look at me.’’ He tells me as he places my hand over his heart. 

I look at his deep green eyes, and finally for what feels like months, Im able to calm down. 

As my breathing evens out, I close my eyes and I feel him pull me in his arms, while he’s still on floor. It feels we were sitting there for hours, when his hand gently pulls my chin to make me look at him again.

My heart rate picks up, I get a giddy feeling that I never got with Jake. 

He places his forehead on mine, still no words exchanged since the call. My hands travel up his toned arms as his stay put on my waist. 

Soon we’re both leaning in. His lips feel soft against mine, the butterflies in my stomach only getting worse. I finally pull away ‘’Mack…’’ Is all I’m able to get out.

‘’I know’’

‘’I got in a fight with Jake, we broke up.’’ I tell him. ‘’Im sorry’’ he sighs.

‘’Don’t be it was toxic anyways.’’ Trying to make humor out of this. 

‘’So, I guess it wasn’t that bad of a thing I kissed you.’’ He says laughing softly.

‘’Never.’’

Finally, in months I feel like I’m breathing and not being held captive.

While we’re still sitting on the floor I tell him ‘’This is cute, but this floor is hurting my butt’’

He laughs, pulling me to stand on my feet as we both sit on the couch. Macklin puts his hand over mine, ‘’I’ll treat you better, I promise.’’ I look at him with a smile ‘’I know you will.’’ 

He pulls me in a hug. It feels real and warm.

It’s warmer in his arms.

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Something Stupid

...In which Will Smith Hockey, head over skates for her, loses his nerve when it comes to saying three words that might have given him everything he dreamed of...

"Then afterwards we drop into a quiet little place…The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue...”

Will Smith could probably remember every time he'd ever done something stupid. Whether that meant there weren't many or he was a haunted hyperthymestic, Will didn't know. But chief among them was when he invited her to his pond.

It stood nestled among the trees, a short walk from his home. The water sat relatively still, glistening shyly in the moonlight. The occasional ripple from slow-blowing wind barely broke the surface tension. It whistled quietly around Will—as if it knew that nothing could break the tension within him.

He’d long dreamt of sitting next to someone during moments like these. The quiet, sacred moments where all he could do was think. He’d dreamt of it so long, he’d begun to believe it was all in vain. It wasn’t that no one was ever good enough, or pretty enough, or smart enough—there were plenty of girls who fit those criteria—but he never saw himself with any of them. He’d begun to figure that, one day, he’d have to settle. Settle for someone who was just good enough.

Until he met her.

The moment they locked gazes in theater class, he saw the rest of his life flash before his eyes. He saw himself waving at a gurgling baby Will from the opposite side of the glass. Of buying a house with her, learning mortgages and taxes and budgeting like he was some sort of Dave Ramsey aficionado. And eventually turning that house into a home with a Hobby Lobby bought painting here and there, a corny welcome mat, that big dog to protect his people when he was away, and a baby or two.

And then, when he heard her speak, he swore there was a symphony of color that erupted before those wide baby blue eyes. And when she choked with emotion during her monologue, eyes slightly glassy, he felt an unignorable urge to wrap her in his arms and promise everything was going to be okay. Only then to move Heaven and earth to make good on that promise.

She was perfect. Sure, sometimes they disagreed, but it wasn’t about that. It was about the way that she stayed when he was an idiot and accepted his apology. And he did the same when it was her fault…because she wasn’t like those other girls who refused to ever be wrong. She could laugh at herself while still holding herself to a high standard. She wasn’t perfect, but, oh yes, she was.

The smartest thing Will had ever done was take the chance to get to know her and learn her coffee order and where she’d be between classes on Tuesday/Thursday as opposed to Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Of how terribly shy she was when it came to anything remotely athletic, and how well her intellect matched and challenged his.

His mother had demanded to meet her. After endless 9 pm phone calls where his parents dozed off as he droned on about her perfect smile and the way she wore her hair that day (compared to how she wore it on Monday), they had a burning desire to meet the girl who had bewitched their cool-headed son.

So when she told him she wasn’t going home for the long weekend, he offered her the guest bedroom. It was a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing…but she agreed. And when he saw her interact with his family, he knew she was perfect. She ate his mother’s cooking like it was her last meal, praises falling from pink, perfectly kissable lips. She answered his father’s every question about her goals and aspirations in life with such patience. She and Grace were giggling like they’d known each other for years the minute they met.

But when he was finally able to steal her away and sat with her on the bank of the pond, the water lapping welcomingly at her feet, he found his mouth was too dry to speak. He chewed slowly on the mint gum nuzzled between razor-sharp canines, and was suddenly convinced he should have gone with an actual mint if he wanted to kiss her. But then again, a mere mint didn’t provide all the benefits — the confidence — that his trusty piece of Extra did.

As he sat, getting caught within the pros and cons of the little details, he missed an opportunity to lightly knock his shoulder against hers and get a little closer—her sweet scent wafting beneath his nose like it knew he breathed it like a drug. Or to lean back against his hands, like she was doing, and ghost his fingers against hers. Or to let her catch him admiring the way her hair shimmered in the silvery moonlight, or how the flush of her cheeks matched those pink (still perfectly kissable) lips she used to shoot dazzling smiles at him.

He was consumed with the devilish thought that he’d mess everything up if he did. She was too perfect to be anything more than a fantasy. Despite wanting every part of her, to hold her heart like it was made of glass, he couldn’t risk rushing something meant for another moment.

He thought everything they’d grown into was fickle, like a house of cards. And even the freshest, mintiest breath that spoke Shakesperian words of adoration could knock their relationship flat. Somewhere deep within him, he knew he wasn’t just dreaming anymore, but all the stuff in between his heart and brain screamed at him not to be a fool. This was something he couldn’t stand to lose over three little words, no matter how true. It wasn’t just what they had; it was her. He couldn’t lose her.

So, he sat quietly back—his hand next to hers—and reveled in an unbroken moment. Because, no matter how deeply it cut his heart, he refused “…to go and spoil it by saying something stupid like, 'I love you.'"

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patience – ws2

the three times it was supposed to happen, and the one time it did.

alternatively: realizing will was worth waiting for.

pairing: will smith x reader

genre: smut, fluff, college!au

word count: 6.5k

warnings: first time together, protected sex... no major warnings

author's note: in celebration of my baby very likely being in my home town right now, i decided to finally post this! my will smut ive been working on for ages (since 3rd of march) !!! so excited to finally be done and post it. hope you enjoy reading it <3 (also someone pls come give me a hug bcs usa is playing here tomorrow but i have an mri scan at that exact time so i cant go see him 💔 truly heartbreaking)

18+ content below, minors dni !!

there's a certain intent in the way will kisses you; a certain hunger, a certain need. it's obvious in the way his fingers trace along your skin beneath your shirt, the way his crotch instinctively rolls down against yours, the sounds he lets out. it's hard not to mistake – he wants you, and you'll gladly give him everything he wishes for.

the truth is, though, that you've not yet had sex with will, despite going out for several months. you have discussed it before, but not in too many details; mostly in words along the lines of 'it'll happen when it's time' and 'we're in no rush'. neither of you lives alone, and there's always something coming in between – a hockey game, an exam, a roommate throwing a stupid party – so it's rare for you to find a time and place that fits your desires and needs.

you and him aren't virgins, yet you aren't the most experienced either, so you've still felt a certain excitement when imagining your first time with him. and at this moment, when will's fingers begin to reach for the front of your jeans, the anticipation swells – multiplies, even – as if your entire body is holding its breath.

your dorm room is quiet, save for the low volume of the long forgotten movie playing on your laptop by the foot of your bed. the space is filled with a scent will recognizes as a mix of your favorite scented candles from that little indie store a few blocks away from campus. he parts from your lips and begins trailing kisses down your jaw as his thumb and pointer finger tease your zipper, before finally pulling it down and popping the button. "is... are you..." his breath tickles your skin as he speaks, mouth having moved to the front of your throat. "is this okay?"

you merely nod, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his fingers trailing along the waistband of your panties, before remembering that he can't see. "y-yes," you let out, the word breathy on your tongue. will nuzzles his nose against the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, two fingers moving even further down.

"thought so," he says with a chuckle. "you're so wet that i can feel it through the fabric..." he trails his fingers along your slit over your panties, and a shudder passes through your body. "assumed i was doing something right."

"what can i say? you're a good kisser." your hands reach for his shoulders, holding onto them tightly as your head tips back with pleasure when he finally slips past the fabric, finding his way through the folds as if an expert on your body. "we should be quiet, though... daisy is in her room, and..."

will doesn't need to hear more. although he's sure that overhearing some muffled moans won't be the worst thing your dormmate will ever go through, he understands why you would find it awkward to run into your friend if she knew what happened behind your closed doors.

however, it doesn't affect the way he brushes his thumb against your clit, or bites down right above your collarbone, or-

suddenly, someone calls out your name. someone who isn't will.

as if daisy heard you mention her name, she has now found her way to your door, the sound of gentle knocks meeting your ear. "are you almost ready?" she asks, and you frown instinctively.

"ready for what?" you say back, one hand reaching to pull will's head from your skin to halt him.

"for the meeting at the student union." a memory flashes before your eyes. "you said you'd go with me, remember?"

you do remember. you and daisy planned this weeks ago; she really wants to engage in some boring agenda and planning stuff at the student union, but feels too shy to go to these things alone. so, as the good friend you are, you'd promised to tag along to support her.

of course the meeting is tonight, the first time will had gotten into your pants – even if it was just a finger or two.

"right," you say, clearing your throat and letting your gaze meet will's. "i'll be ready in just a few."

the guilt in your eyes is sincere, and will sees it. he accepts the apology you offer him and unwillingly removes his hand from you. "another time?" he asks, straightening up on the bed and allowing you to push yourself to sit next to him.

"another time," you assure him.

"well," he starts, and he's wearing a mischievous grin that you can't quite figure out yet. "until next time..." and then he lifts his fingers to his mouth, pushing them past his lips, and licking himself clear of your juices.

"you're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

you had understood the meaning behind will's call the second he uttered those magical words.

"i'm at the apartment and gabe's not here… maybe you could come over and chill?"

and that's how you find yourself here, on the couch of an off-campus apartment, making out with your boyfriend. fridays are the only days of the week when you don't have any classes, so you'd just been lounging around your apartment and studying when will called, meaning that you just threw on the first things you could find before hurrying off to his place.

it hadn't taken long for the two of you to get settled on the couch in his living room with some random show playing on the tv. just sitting next to him felt too far away, so you climbed into his lap – though, to no surprise of will's, with your back facing the tv. he knew you weren't going to be focusing on the show for much longer anyway.

your lips are already swollen from the kissing, but you can't get enough. his cologne mixes with his natural scent and it's too unbearable, making you just want to swallow him whole. his hands have since long wandered down to your hips, but when they slip beneath your skirt and land on your cheeks, your breath hitches in your throat. he gives your ass a firm squeeze, resulting in you pressing your crotch down against his. there's only the thin material of your underwear separating you from his jeans, and the friction feels far too good to be true.

will takes note of the sounds you're letting out, the little whimpers and weak moans, and keeps on pressing you forward, rolling your hips over his. he bites down on your bottom lip, before soothing the sting with a lick of his tongue and pulling back slightly. "you're-" he cuts himself off to clear his throat, clearly affected by the way you gaze down at him. "you're a fucking dream, did you know that?"

your hand reaches up to brush away a stray curl from his forehead, before raking through his blonde hair. "could say the same thing about you," you tell him, leaning in to briefly brush your lips against his again. "shouldn't we at least go to your room, though?"

will shakes his head, nudging your nose with his. "gabe has classes until four on fridays."

he kisses you with the same type of intensity, as if you'd never even parted. his arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him as your other hand makes its way to the back of his head too. when he tilts his head and deepens the kiss, you can't stop your fingers from pulling on his hair – which draws out an unexpected sound from his throat.

you pull back slightly, eyebrows raised. "oh, you have a thing for that?"

"for what?"

"hair pulling," you chuckle.

"dunno what you're talking abou-" his words get cut off when he feels you repeating your actions, fingers getting lost in his curls and pulling so heavenly. his eyes flutter closed, and you can't help but giggle, instead draping your arms around the back of his neck and leaning in even closer.

"it's cute," you tell him, peppering a thousand quick kisses all over his cheek and jaw before letting your hands wander down to the front of his body. "and it's now noted for future use."

as your fingers begin working on the buttons of his shirt, he presses his lips to your neck, licking and nibbling at every inch of skin he can reach. his own hands sneak under your sweatshirt, sliding up your sides and tracing his thumbs along your ribs, before going even further and-

"are you serious?" he asks, biting down on your skin right below your ear as if physically scolding you. "you're really not wearing a bra?"

a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his cold hands cup your bare breasts, and you sigh. "i, um... wasn't wearing one when you called," you explain. it's hard to find the right words when he skims his calloused fingertips over your already hardened nipples, making all your thoughts clouded. "didn't bother putting one on... since i was in a rush..."

the feeling of your round, perky tits in his hands is something he could die for, will thinks; this moment right here tops anything he's been through before. combined with the feeling of your nails scratching their way down his now revealed chest, it's equal to heaven.

it all feels so hasty and messy, and maybe it isn't the most romantic of ways to do this, but you two are too eager to care – you just want each other, no matter how.

he's just about to help you get him out of the shirt when suddenly, a sound breaks through his hazy mind. the apartment door crashes shut, and you both freeze in your tracks. "will? man, you'll never guess what-"

gabe perreault, will's best friend, teammate and roommate, suddenly stands in the doorway to the living room. you hold your breath, as if that will make him disappear and undo this entire scene, and will's hands drop to your hips, where you can clearly feel his fingers tense up.

either gabe is blatantly stupid, or else he has seen way worse things in life and just doesn't care – because he just smiles at you and struts into the room. "hi there," he greets you. "didn't know you were coming over. but the more the merrier, right?" you shoot will an alarmed look once gabe settles next to you both on the couch, and your boyfriend looks just as surprised as you. "what are we watching?"

the next time you and will have time to get into a similar situation is over a week later. it's saturday, and the eagles have just won against harvard, which most of the team is out celebrating – but not will. not when daisy is staying over at her boyfriend's place and has left the dorm just for you.

will has no time for celebrating when there's a real chance that he'll get to spend the night inside his girlfriend.

the two of you had this night planned for several days, and you always assumed you'd be lip-locked from the get-go and then get down to business instantly. but on the contrary, the night started off quite slowly; with a movie playing on your laptop yet again, with you cuddled up to his side and his arm draped across your shoulders, and with you both sneaking little innocent kisses from each other every once in a while. since the game, you'd both gotten changed into more comfortable clothes – him in a white shirt and pair of gray sweatpants, you in cotton shorts and a bc hoodie – and the general vibe of it all is lighthearted and cozy, which is not what you had expected.

eventually, though, will's free hand finds your knee, and while the touches start off innocent, it doesn't take long before his fingers begin wandering up your thigh. his head tilts down so that he can press his lips against your cheek, and then your jaw, and then your neck. you sigh when he sucks on a spot under your ear, and his thumb slips past the hem of your shorts to stroke along the inside of your thighs.

with the way your eyelids have fluttered shut and your body is fully relaxed, it's easy for will to tell that the movie is none of your concern anymore. he still makes a point of retracting from you and sitting up more properly, one hand grabbing your laptop. "okay if i shut this off?" he says, but it's not really what he's asking for. are we really doing this? are you okay with this?

you just nod hastily, hands reaching out to him. "yeah, yeah. just come here," you answer, smiling as he pushes your laptop closed and places it on your bedside table before crawling over you. loud and clear.

the first brush of lips is tentative yet completely electrifying. it sets your whole body on fire, and the way one of his hands lands on your jaw, his thumb drawing circles onto your cheek, doesn't exactly tame the flames. it's much more gentle than when you were sitting on will's couch just over a week ago – the slow kisses and unspoken want making your chest ache – yet, there's still a strong sense of neediness behind it.

his shirt comes off in just a second, and then follows your hoodie, leaving you in just a lacy, black camisole that does a pretty poor job of hiding what's going on underneath it. he can't hold back from reaching down to pinch your nipple through the fabric of your top, loving the way you squirm and whine. "so needy already?" he asks, humming at the way your hands grab at his shoulders.

"always needy for you," you hum, tipping your head back as he presses a gentle kiss to the front of your throat, feeling your pulse beneath your skin. he then moves up to lock his lips with yours again. he kisses you feverishly, tingles spreading through your body when his tongue meets yours. his fingers dip inside your top, refusing to neglect any inch of your skin as if memorizing every dip and curve of your body. the combination of him kneading your breasts and licking lazily into your mouth leaves you breathless in just seconds, and yet you honestly think you could stay like this forever.

still, you find yourself pushing at his shoulders and forcing him to lie down instead. at first, he's a little confused, but when you begin to climb on top of him, he obliges happily – having you boss him around like this is insanely hot, and he makes a mental note to repeat this in the future.

you straddle his thighs, leaning forward to trace a finger along the rough ridges of his toned chest. will clasps his fingers together behind his head, letting out a contented sigh as he watches you move down his body. you attach your lips to his skin next, and his breath hitches in his throat. he never could've dreamed about having such a pretty angel kiss her way down his body.

your fingers undo his zipper quickly and will helps you pull his pants down his hips, revealing the tent in his boxers. a chuckle slips from your lips. "so needy already?" you parrot, hands reaching down to brush against his shaft through the fabric. he's so desperate that he twitches even from the slightest of touches, and you almost feel bad for him when you hear the sound that rumbles in his throat. one hand slips past the hem of his underwear, pumping him a few times before rubbing his tip with your thumb and spreading his precum along his hardness. "you're bigger than i thought."

"is that a compliment or an insult?" he says around a moan, hips bucking slightly to try to seek your touch.

"definitely a compliment." you pull his dick free of its confinement, before slipping out of your shorts and throwing them to some random corner of the room. "i knew you'd be big, but... you're much thicker than i imagined."

"god, you can't just say something like that-" he visibly shudders when you lean down to press a kiss to his tip, and then a few more down the underside of him. you're practically itching to taste him, to feel his weight on your tongue, but then you sit up a little straighter again, deciding on something else; you settle on his crotch again, hips rolling down against him.

there's now only one soaked layer of fabric separating will from where he craves to be, and it's killing you just as much as him. his fingers dig into your sides, helping you find a good rhythm as you both grow increasingly impatient. you throw your head back, whining a little too loudly, and you can't take it anymore. "top- top drawer," you choke out, and will understands instantly, reaching out to grab a condom from your bedside table.

he throws it down to you, and letting you rip the packaging open and roll it down his cock. this is it, you think to yourself. god, i really hope this is it. please let this be it-

a signal fills the room. "don't tell me that's..." but yes, it is; will picks up his phone from the other side of the bed, holding it up to reveal that it's his mother calling. and to your greatest dismay, he answers the call. will, ever the mama's boy, has apparently never missed a call from his mother.

he's seemingly also never been able to read a room – or what it means when someone glares and shakes their head at him.

"hey, mom," he says, head flopping down against the pillow. "yeah, the game went well- oh, you streamed it?"

you sit there stunned. is this really happening? were you really just about to have sex with your boyfriend for the first time, but got interrupted by his mom? should you climb off him, leave him alone in the room, jump out the window from the fourth floor?

as if able to read your thoughts, one of his hands lands on your hip again, thumb rubbing along your hipbone reassuringly as his gaze meets yours. he looks apologetic and guilty, but it doesn't quite take away from the disappointment you feel. "mhm, gabe's shot there was amazing... i know, it was unnecessary for me to take that penalty, i didn't mean to..."

a tiny part of you wants to tease him a little, to kiss your way around his shaft, to see him stutter and hang up already – but he's far too good and he doesn't deserve it. he seems to really feel bad over what he did, as if he acted on impulse and regretted his actions instantly.

when he finally hangs up, he throws his phone to the side and drags a hand down his face. "so... your mom?" you ask hesitantly.

he nods. "i completely ruined the mood, didn't i?" he says with a weak chuckle.

"it doesn't have to," you reassure him, leaning down to stroke your hands down his chest, but he shakes his head and looks down at his crotch.

"too late." it wasn't a very long call with his mother, but there's not even the faintest trace of a boner left. of course. "she killed him."

you sigh and flop down to his side, squeezing your eyes shut. "are we ever actually going to go through with this?" you ask after a few moments of silence. "maybe the fact that we keep getting interrupted is... a sign from the universe or something. we're doomed."

"stop, don't say that." will tilts his head to the side, nose brushing against your cheek. "i think it just makes the anticipation stronger, you know? when it finally happens..." he presses a kiss to your skin. "it'll be worth it."

you sure hope so.

wear something sexy, picking you up in 20. x

the text is simple, but more than enough to leave a dull ache in your core. your thoughts wander too far before you can control them and remind yourself not to jump to any conclusions. this has happened before, you tell yourself; just because you're going to will's apartment doesn't mean gabe won't be there, and it doesn't mean that will or you will automatically be in the mood-

except, you both obviously will be. this sexual tension has been going on for far too long now, and it's been practically impossible to ignore. even just sitting next to each other in the dining hall, or walking down campus together, has been impossible; you've both been wanting to just put your hands on each other already, honestly itching to sneak away into an empty classroom and just get over with it already.

but you'd agreed. you wanted the first time to be proper and special. so, although it was impatiently, you had waited.

just "wearing something sexy" is not as easy as it sounds when you have all of the expectations in the world on your shoulders. granted, you put them there yourself – will probably would've found you just as sexy if you wore a potato sack – but they were still there. you eventually settled on picking out a fancy set of lingerie, deciding that they would be the main attraction anyway, and whatever shirt and pants you wore would hopefully just be discarded sooner rather than later.

there must be a certain spring in your step, because daisy gives you a knowing look once you leave your room and make your way into your shared living room. "you seeing will tonight?" she asks, and you can't help but nod eagerly. "well... i probably don't have to tell you this, but... be safe, okay?"

"of course," you tell her, shooting her a smile just as the doorbell rings. after strutting over to the door and opening it, you throw yourself into your boyfriend's arms instantly. he answers with a huff of laughter and a tight hug.

"you ready to go?" will asks and you nod, hand finding his before turning back to daisy and waving to her.

"don't wait up!" you say, and she shakes her head, grin on her lips.

"of course not."

the ride to will's place is quick, his hand never leaving your knee for even a second. he unlocks the door, holding it open for you, and something feels off about the way the entire apartment is dark – except for a trail of little tealights marking a path to will's bedroom. "where is gabe?" you ask, taking a few wary steps into the space. you're suddenly hit by nerves and the reality of what's going on, though trying your best not to show it.

will shuts the door behind you both, stepping out of his shoes before bending down to undo the laces of yours. "he's with some girl," he answers vaguely, and you give him a pointed look once he's helped you out of your shoes and stood up again.

"coming home when?"

will shakes his head, and the smile on his lips makes you feel relieved instantly. "never. i paid him to sleep somewhere, anywhere, else."

you wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down to your height. "you're the best," you mumble against his lips before kissing him.

"you just wait." he gives you one last kiss before pulling away, one hand on your lower back guiding you towards his bedroom.

once he pushes his door open, you gasp at the sight. candles everywhere – pillars, tapers, tealights, in all kinds of colors and sizes – and as if that wasn't romantic enough, there are a bunch of rose petals spread on top of his comforter. will shoots you a slight smile once you turn to him, seemingly a little unsure if you like it or if he's overdone it, and your heart flutters in your chest. "this is... lovely. you did all this? for me?"

he nods once, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

"seems like a bit of a fire hazard to me," you joke, though it's not completely unserious – but you suppose it would also be quite romantic to pass away because you were too busy making love to notice that the room was on fire.

will just shrugs. "everywhere i go with you puts me at risk of fire since you're so hot."

you give his shoulder a playful shove, but he barely reacts. he stands there, just watching you, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

you reach for the hem of your shirt, only then noticing that your fingers are trembling slightly – when did that happen? you've been dreaming about this moment for weeks, and now you're suddenly anxious? this is no time to be timid, you tell yourself, so you continue with your plans, slipping the shirt over your head. you drop it to the ground, making sure there are no candles right there, before pulling your jeans off your body as well.

left in just the white, lacy lingerie you'd so carefully picked out, you feel more revealed and seen than ever – it doesn't help that will still hasn't said anything or reacted, either – but you can't turn back now. so you take both of his hands in yours, walking backwards until the back of your legs hit his bed, and you sit down.

"will?" you ask, following the way his eyes slowly move up and down your skin. "where is your mind at?"

he takes a deep breath, gaze finding yours. "can i be honest?" you nod. "i'm... a little nervous."

his sincerity makes your heart flutter. "so am i."

"do you still want to... go through with this?"

you give his hands a squeeze. "more than anything." will seems satisfied by your answer, because he helps you lie down properly against the pillows and then climbs on top of you.

his kisses aren't tentative per se, but they aren't as eager as they were last time you were in this position. it takes a while to warm up before you're both panting against each other's lips, tongues tangling and hands wandering. not that you're in any rush; will wants to take his time with you.

he leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jaw, and then your neck, and then along one of your collarbones. he eventually pushes himself up to sit, legs caging you in. "i forgot something," he says and you slate your head as an answer. "forgot to say how gorgeous you look."

you reach up to give his face a playful slap, but he grabs your wrist.

"i'm serious. you look... straight out of a fairy tale." then, he grimaces. "okay, maybe more like a porno. not the kind of fairy tale i'd show to a child, anyway."

"god, you're awful," you complain, but before you can say anything else, will's free hand has slipped behind your body, sending you a questioning look which you answer with a nod.

he gets the clasp of your bra undone – albeit a bit clumsily with just one hand – and helps the material slide off your arms. his gaze is even more intense now, staring at you like you're something he's been dreaming about for ages. you're just about to give in to the urge to cover yourself up when his mouth returns where it had left off, teeth nibbling and lips sucking on the soft skin of your chest. "thought it couldn't get better," he mumbles, though not stopping his actions for even a second, leaving no inch untouched. he's like a starved man, and it's hard to remember that this exact boy was careful about even touching you a few minutes ago. "but it got a lot better. fuck, you're so hot."

"it's kinda unfair, though," you say, shrugging – or, as much of a shrug as you can manage when you've got a golden retriever man pressing a circle of soft kisses around your nipple. "that you get to see all this, and you're a hockey player with abs and amazing chest muscles, and yet you've still got your shirt on and-"

he doesn't need to hear any more, instantly sitting back on his heels and getting out of his shirt. the material falls to the floor, but he wastes no time before his face is stuffed into your skin again. when his lips wander south, finding the edge of your panties, one hand finds your side, caressing your bare skin. "can i make you feel good?" he asks, hooking a finger of his free hand under the waistband. "is that okay?"

"yeah, just-" you sigh when he pulls the fabric down and off your legs, the cold air against your revealed gender sending a shiver up your spine. "just… hurry, will you?"

will settles between your thighs, his sweet laughter sounding like music to your ears. as his lips find the inside of your thigh, he lets the hand that was on your waist travel south. the first touch of his thumb against your clit makes your hips jerk, as if you've been anticipating this for years. "patient, baby," he chuckles, nose rubbing the space where your leg meets your hips. "we've got all the time in the world."

after drawing tantalizingly slow circles onto your bud for a while, adoring the way you squirm under his touch, he finally moves lower. he collects your wetness on his fingertips before letting one slender finger slide into your core. everything about will is big – he's tall, he's got big muscles and broad shoulders – so it shouldn't be any surprise that his fingers carry some length, too. and yet, it does surprise you. when another finger enters your warmth, he reaches further in than you'd expected, and the stretch when he spreads his fingers feels far too good for just a pair of fingers.

his tongue licks a few stripes up and down your slit while his fingers keep on pumping in and out of you, before his lips settle back on your clit. the combination of sucking, lapping and circling makes your head spin in an embarrassingly short amount of time, and your hands fly down to the back of his head.

"will-" you let out, fingers tangling in his soft blonde curls. "i'm- i'm really close-"

he merely hums as an answer, keeping up his actions until he has you falling apart on his tongue. his chest fills with pride at the feeling of your body convulsing as you reach your high, and the whines mixed with swearwords you let out make him want to stay right here all night. what else could he possibly need in life?

once your breathing has returned to somewhat normal, and you're no longer tugging on his hair so hard he thinks it might fall out, will retracts his face from between your legs and looks up at you. he finds you blinking down at him with just as much lust and love as he's feeling, and warmth spreads through his body.

"you okay up there?" he asks, fingers dancing along your stomach as he leans further up to face you again.

you respond with a hum, hands reaching down to his jeans and beginning to undo his belt. "my turn to make you feel good."

will stops you, fingers wrapping around your wrists. "it's okay," he says with a shake of his head.

you frown. "i wanna get my lips on you, though," you fight back.

"you'll have plenty of time to do that another time." just as you're about to bicker back again, he cups your cheek in his hand and continues. "going down on you was enough for me. honestly, i was seconds away from coming in my own pants just from your taste and sounds." he tilts your head down, letting your gaze wander to his crotch. "see? i'm not even kidding, i'm so hard it's extremely painful."

"just get out of your clothes, then, will you?"

he stands up in less than a second, not even bothering to pull his belt completely out, instead opting for just dragging his jeans and boxers off as quickly as possible. he snatches a condom from his bedside table, pulling the wrapper off and rolling the latex down his length hastily.

"are you sure your phone is off?" you ask when he settles over you again. "you don't have a facetime call scheduled with your mother?"

"god, shut up," he mutters, leaning down to crash his mouth against yours. he bites down on your bottom lip after a few moments, before parting slightly. "don't even mention her, she doesn't exist right now…"

he swallows your giggles, his hands grabbing your hips to angle them properly before parting your legs. "i'm sorry," you tell him, fingers brushing away some of the curls that had fallen into his eyes. "just wanted to make sure no one's going to interrupt."

"i won't let them." will takes a deep breath, sighing softly at the sight of you beneath him; so bare, vulnerable, open; all ready for him. his tip nudges your core. "is this okay? can i…?"

your words fail you, so you nod, tensing up slightly in anticipation. will's gentle kisses to your temple and soft touches along your ribs help soothe you, and soon enough, he starts pushing into you.

ever since you felt his girth in your hands that night in your bedroom, you've been trying to prepare yourself; attempting to remember just how big he was, imagining how he would feel inside you, how the stretch would be... and yet, none of it prepared yourself for this moment right here.

you'd remarked about how big he looked, but he feels much bigger. even after him fingering you, it's like he's splitting you open, and it's taking everything you have not to scream your lungs out. instead, you take it out on his back, letting your nails dig into his muscles hard enough to leave marks – you probably will feel guilty over it later, but right now, your every nerve ending is on fire, so your care is elsewhere.

even with the stretch, though, it feels amazing. maybe it's because of the stretch, or maybe it's just a side character, but something about just feeling him inside you like this is beyond anything you've felt before.

after allowing you to catch your breath for a few moments, will presses his lips to your forehead. "can i move?" he whispers. "or do you need a minute?"

you shake your head. "go ahead," you let out, words half a moan and half a whine.

you feel empty instantly when he pulls out of you, but he makes up for that when he thrusts back into you again. he sets a pace, slow but powerful, and it's easy for you to get used to. his cock drags along your insides to deliciously, having no issues hitting that spot deep inside of you that has you arching your back and pressing your chest up against his.

"you're so-" will groans mid-sentence, nearly losing his mind already. "so tight. feel so fucking good-" he has to really control himself to not shoot his load instantly; to him, it feels like you've had several weeks of foreplay and it all led up to this moment. he's extremely sensitive already, and the way your walls keep on throbbing around him doesn't exactly make him less needy, either.

as his lips find one of your breasts, tongue flicking over your nipple again and again, his hand pulls your knee up to hook it around his hip. the new position allows him more depth and another spot to hit. as if you hadn't already felt so good it was almost painful, the new angle sends a jolt of pleasure through your body every time he pushes inside you. and when his thumb finds your clit again, you're unable to hold back the high-pitched whine that errupts from your throat.

will's brain short-circuited long ago, but at the realization of how good he's making you feel – so good that you're unable to hold back from shaking beneath him and letting out those sweet sounds he's sure he'll come to be obsessed with – he nearly loses it in a second.

"are you anywhere close?" he asks, and your answer comes in the form of yet another trail of nail marks down his back muscles. "because- shit, i'm about to-"

your climax crashes over you before you can react, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him. when your walls clench around him, he has no way of holding back, either. he lets go completely, and the hottest moan you've ever heard leaves his lips as he rides out both of your highs. he then collapses on top of you, but his weight isn't crushing; despite his muscular, hockey player build, it feels grounding to have him so close. to feel his heartbeat thud against your chest, to hear his warm pants right by your ear, to smell his laundry detergent from his covers…

"you feel…" he starts after a few moments of silence, voice a mere breathless whisper, before pushing himself up on his elbows to look down at you. "so, so good."

"you're not too bad yourself," you answer with a weak chuckle, shaking your head.

you reach up with one hand to brush away a few sweaty curls that had stuck to his forehead, before allowing it to cup his cheek in your palm. "i'll go get something to clean you up, okay?"

your nod is answered with a soft kiss pressed to your lips. when will slowly pulls himself out of you, it leaves you with a feeling of emptiness and longing – but the thought of getting to do this all over again makes it a lot better. "hey, will?" you ask just as he rises from the bed.

he looks back at you with eyebrows raised, a gentle flush still prominent on his cheeks.

"i'm glad we ignored the universe."

his expression softened. "never been happier."

[fiastomatocheek]

NO CREEPY GUYS ALLOWED NEAR MY WIFE

pair: dad!will smith x f!reader

genre: domestic fluff, protective dad, subtle angst, romance.

warnings: unwanted flirting (non-graphic), strong emotional themes, overprotective twins, soft husband!will, hockey dad pride, will being hot when he’s mad.

summary: as a dad, will’s always blended into the background at the twins’ games, cap low and presence quiet, it’s a shadow of love instead of a spotlight. but when a stranger crosses a line while will is away for the first time, the twins step up to protect their mom. and when will returns, he realizes it’s time to stop hiding the family he’s so damn proud of.

fia’s notes: the idea originally came from a post on fiakive (me), and after seeing a few anons and moots show interest in the concept of dad!will, i figured that why not write one? so here it is! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed bringing it to life. also in this story, eli’s mom can be a hockey mom in this, but she’s never really been into hockey herself. maybe her husband is the fan, but she’s never been all that interested in the sport.

tagging team fia ! — @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @dancerbailey3 @mashmashi @kell9rs @nokiaholland

“Morning, gorgeous,” Will murmured,

“You ready to cheer our boys on without me?”

You turned in his arms, smiling up at him. “I’ll manage. But you owe me for doing this solo, Smith.”

He grinned, that boyish charm still as potent as the day you met.

“Name your price. Dinner out? Back rub? I’m at your mercy.”

You laughed, swatting his chest.

“Let’s start with you not being late for practice again. Coach was not happy last time.”

Will’s face fell, his blue eyes clouding with guilt.

“I hate missing their games. Charles and Theo are gonna be out there, probably pulling moves I taught them, and I’m stuck doing line drills.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing his stubble.

“You’ll be there tomorrow, and they’ll light up when they see you. I’ve got this. I’m their loudest fan today.”

He leaned down, kissing you, the kind of kiss that reminded you why you’d said yes to him all those years ago.

“You’re the best, you know that?” he said, pulling back.

“Tell the boys I’m proud of them, win or lose. And…”

His tone shifted, taking on that serious dad edge he used before every game. “Make sure they remember the rules.”

You nodded, mimicking his stern voice.

“Enjoy the game, have fun, and be brothers on and off the ice. No rough stuff, just clean hockey.”

“Exactly,” he said, but his expression softened.

“And one more thing, tell them to look out for you. Protect Mom when I’m not there.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart warmed. “Will, it’s a middle school rink, not a war zone.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stealing one last kiss.

“You’re my world, and they’re my boys. Gotta keep you safe.”

“Love you,” you called as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

“Love you more, babe.” he shot back, winking before the door clicked shut.

At 11, the twins were carbon copies of Will, tall for their age, with his sandy blond hair and blue eyes, though Charles had your smile and Theo had your quiet intensity but still they had a big love for hockey. They stumbled downstairs, already in their hockey mindset, their jerseys draped over chairs, Charles in #2, Theo in #43. Those numbers were Will’s from his USA Hockey days and his time with the Sharks, but the boys thought they were just his ‘weekend game’ numbers from pickup games with friends. You and Will had kept his NHL career under wraps, wanting them to grow up as regular kids, not as ‘Will Smith’s sons.’ or whatever nickname others people would gave them. Privacy was sacred, a shield against the media’s prying eyes.

In the car, the boys were a whirlwind of energy, their gear bags rattling in the trunk. Charles, the chattier one, leaned forward.

“I’m scoring at least two goals today, Mom. Watch.”

Theo, in the back, smirked.

“Only if I don’t block you first. My team’s defense is solid.”

You glanced at them in the rearview mirror, grinning.

“Okay, hotshots, what’s Dad’s rule?”

Charles groaned, flopping back. “Have fun, play clean, and be brothers on and off ice.”

“And don’t go too hard on each other. Oh and protect Mom when Dad’s not here.” Theo added, his voice softer but firm.

“Good,” you said.

“You’re on different teams, but you’re a team at home. Dad said he’s proud of you, no matter what.”

Charles puffed out his chest, his jersey crinkling.

“We’ve got you, Mom. Nobody’s gonna mess with us.”

“Yeah,” Theo said, his eyes narrowing. “We’re Smiths.”

You laughed, pulling into the school parking lot. The rink was a hive of activity, coaches barking last-minute instructions. The boys hopped out, hoisting their bags like pros.

“Go get ready,” you called. “Put your gear on, lace up, and I’ll meet you inside.”

They waved, disappearing into the crowd of jersey-clad kids. You parked, grabbed your jacket, and headed to the rink, you spotted Charles and Theo already in their warming up position, their names bold on their jerseys with number #2 SMITH and #43 SMITH. They skated with Will’s effortless grace, weaving through cones, firing pucks with precision. Charles flicked a playful shot at Theo, who blocked it with a grin. Just like their Dad, their focus unbreakable.

You found a seat in the front row, close enough to feel the thud of the puck. Lisa, the mom of Eli, Theo’s teammate, slid in beside you, her red scarf bright against the gray bleachers.

“Hey, girl!” she said, nudging you.

“Your boys look like they’re ready to run today game.”

“They’re hyped,” you said, grinning.

“Their dad gave them the full pep talk before he left for practice.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Will’s not here? That’s new. He’s usually glued to the glass, yelling like he’s coaching the Sharks.”

“Yeah, he’s got practice. He’ll be here tomorrow, though. The boys are counting on it.”

The game kicked off with a roar, the puck zipping across the ice. Charles, left wing for the Blue team, was a blur, dodging defenders and rifling a shot that hit the net five minutes in. The crowd erupted, and you leapt up, screaming,

“That’s my Charlie!”

Theo, right wing for the Red team, wasn’t about to let his brother steal the show. He snagged the puck, deked a defender with a move straight out of Will’s playbook, and snapped a wrist shot into the goal. You clapped wildly, your heart swelling.

“Go, Theo Smith! Go!”

Behind you, parents whisper, their voices a mix of awe and curiosity.

“Those Smith boys are unreal,” one dad said.

“That’s not just practice. They’ve got serious talent.”

“Look at that footwork,” a mom added. “Their dad must’ve been a hell of a player.”

Lisa leaned over, her eyes twinkling.

“That’s all Will’s doing, right? He’s got those boys skating like pros.”

You smiled, keeping your answer vague.

“He’s taught them a lot. They’ve been on skates since they were three.”

You never mentioned Will’s NHL career, not even to Lisa, who was as close as you got to a rink-side confidante. It was a promise you and Will made early on to keep the boys out of the spotlight, to let them be kids. The less people knew, the better.

The first half was a showcase of the twins’ skills. Charles threaded a no-look pass to a teammate, who scored. Theo blocked a shot, then set up a goal with a pinpoint assist. They were competitive but never crossing into dirty play, just as Will had drilled into them. You could see their personalities on the ice for Charles’s flair, Theo’s quiet intensity but they respected eachother, even as opponents.

At the break, you grabbed a hot chocolate drink, chatting with Lisa about the team’s playoff chances. That’s when a man approached, his smile a touch too warm. He was tall, with dark hair and a kid’s Blue team jersey slung over his shoulder, his son probably one of Charles’s teammates. His name tag read ‘Joseph.’

“Hey, you’re Charles and Theo’s mom, right?” he said, offering a handshake.

“I’m Joseph. My son, Max, plays with Charles.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his hand out of courtesy.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Those boys are incredible out there,” he said, stepping closer.

“You must be so proud. Raising twins on your own must be a lot, though.”

You frowned, caught off guard.

“Oh, I’m not, my husband’s just at work today.”

He either didn’t hear or chose to ignore it.

“Still, you’re doing an amazing job. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime, swap stories about the chaos of hockey parenting.”

His tone was unmistakably flirty, his eyes lingering a bit too long.

You’re already felt the discomfort. You hadn’t worn your wedding rings today, they were at the cleaner, and you’d left your engagement ring at home, worried about losing it in the chaos of the game. Maybe that’s why he’d misread the situation.

“Thanks, but I’m okay,” you said, stepping back.

“I need to get back for the second half.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, but his smile didn’t falter.

“Think about that coffee, though.”

The second half was just as intense, with Charles and Theo trading goals and assists. The game ended in a 3-3 tie, the kids spilling onto the ice in a flurry of high-fives and laughter. You stood, clapping, but your smile faded when you saw Charles and Theo skating toward you, their faces etched with concern.

“Mom, you okay?”

Charles asked, his helmet tucked under his arm, sweat matting his hair.

“That guy was weird,”

Theo said, his voice low and protective. He glared toward the stands, where Joseph was chatting with another parent.

“He was talking to you all funny.”

You forced a smile, not wanting to worry them.

“It’s fine, boys. He was just being friendly. Let’s get your gear off and head home. Dad’s waiting”

They exchanged a look, more of Will’s look, all fierce protectiveness and skated to the locker room. You exhaled, relieved they didn’t push it further. On the drive home, the boys were back to their usual selves, dissecting every play and plotting strategies for tomorrow’s game. They didn’t mention about that guy, so you assumed they’d let it go.

When you pulled into the driveway, Will’s car was in its spot. The boys bolted inside, their gear bags thumping against the doorframe.

“Dad!”

They shouted, tackling Will as he stepped out of the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder.

“Whoa, slow down, champs!”

Will laughed, ruffling their hair. He was still in his practice sweats, his face flushed from a hard skate.

“How’d my superstars do?”

Before you could answer, Charles blurted,

“Some guy was talking to Mom, and she looked super uncomfortable.”

Theo nodded, his arms crossed.

“Yeah, he was all smiley and weird. We told him we had to go, and he backed off.”

Will’s eyebrows shot up, his gaze snapping to you. You saw the jealousy, but it was tempered by humor, his lips twitching into a smirk. He crouched to their level, his voice conspiratorial.

“Is that right? What’d you do, huh? Give me the play-by-play.”

Charles grinned, puffing up.

“We skated over after the game and said we had to leave. He looked like he was gonna run.”

“Good job, boys,” Will said, high-fiving them.

“You gotta protect Mom when I’m not there. No creepy guys allowed near my wife.”

“Will,” you said, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your shoes.

“It was nothing. Can we eat? I’m starving.”

Will stood, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Nothing, huh? We’ll talk later,”

He whispered, his tone teasing but with an edge of curiosity.

To the boys, he said, “Go wash up. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Dinner was a lively affair, the kitchen table covered in takeout pizza and garlic bread. Charles and Theo recounted every goal, their voices overlapping in excitement.

“Dad, I used that spin move you showed us!” Theo said, waving his slice of pizza.

“The goalie didn’t even see it coming.”

“And I passed like you do in your games,” Charles added, mimicking Will’s wrist flick.

“It was so smooth.”

Will leaned back, his smile wide and proud.

“You guys had fun out there? That’s what matters. I’m so damn proud of you, you know that?”

“Dad, you said ‘damn,’” Theo pointed out, smirking.

Will laughed, holding up his hands.

“Oops. Don’t tell Mom I’m corrupting you.”

You shook your head, grinning. “Too late for that.”

After the boys went to bed, their gear bags neatly stowed for tomorrow, you and Will settled on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand and his arm around you. Will tilted his head, his voice low.

“So, this guy… what’s his deal? Hitting on my wife when I’m not around?”

You sighed, leaning into him.

“His name’s Joseph. He’s a dad on Charles’s team. I didn’t wear my rings today, they’re at the cleaner, and I left my engagement ring at home so I wouldn’t lose it at the rink… he probably thought I was a single mom. I shut it down, but the boys noticed. I feel bad for not wearing something to make it clear.”

Will’s jaw tightened, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No rings? Babe, that’s like leaving the goal unguarded.” He kissed your temple, his voice softening.

“But seriously, you okay? He didn’t push too hard, did he?”

“No, it was just awkward,” you said.

“I was polite, but he mentioned coffee or something. The boys swooped in before it got weirder.”

Will chuckled, pulling you closer.

“That’s my boys. Got my back. But tomorrow? I’m coming with you, and we’re making sure that whole rink knows you’re mine. Charles and Theo’s mom, my beautiful wife, no question about it.”

You laughed, swatting his chest. “You’re ridiculous, Will Smith.”

“Ridiculous and crazy about you,” he said, kissing you deeply, his hand cradling your face.

“Nobody’s forgetting who you belong to.”

Sunday morning dawned bright and early, the alarm blaring at 6:00 a.m. You groaned, but Will was already up when you shuffled downstairs, wrapping your robe tighter.

Will glanced over, grinning. “Morning, Mrs. Smith. Ready to show that rink who’s boss?”

“You’re way too chipper for this hour,” you muttered, but you smiled, grabbing a coffee.

Will was in full dad mode, checking the boys’ gear with the precision of an NHL veteran. He sharpened Theo’s skates, tested Charles’s stick tape, and packed their water bottles with the same care he put into his own pre-game routine.

“Can’t have dull blades or sticky tape,” he said, more to himself than you.

You woke the boys, who stumbled down, rubbing their eyes but lighting up when they saw Will in his Sharks cap and hoodie.

“Dad’s coming!” Charles cheered, fist-bumping Theo.

“Gonna yell louder than Mom?” Theo teased, dodging Charles’s playful shove.

After a quick breakfast, Will drove, his hand resting on your thigh as the boys chattered in the back. At the school, you spotted Joseph near the entrance, talking to another parent. Theo nudged Charles.

“That’s the guy from yesterday.”

Charles nodded, his eyes narrowing. “The one who made Mom look all weird.”

Will’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he kept his cool, his jaw set.

“Don’t worry, boys. I’ve got this.”

Inside the rink, Will claimed a front-row seat by the glass, pulling you close and kissing your cheek for good measure.

“Gonna make sure everyone sees us,”

He whispered, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. You noticed Joseph a few rows back, his expression unreadable.

Will turned, his smile polite but razor-sharp.

“Hey, man, didn’t get to meet you yesterday. I’m Will, her husband. Play for the Sharks. Had practice yesterday, so she was flying solo. You a big hockey fan?”

Joseph’s face went white, and he stammered,

“Uh, yeah, I, uh, my son plays. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,”

Will said, his tone friendly but with an edge that said, Back off. He turned back to the ice, his arm around you, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

The game was a thriller. Will was on his feet the whole time, banging on the glass and shouting.

“Nice hustle, Charles! Keep your stick down, Theo!”

When Charles scored with a slick backhand, Will roared, “That’s my boy!” Theo answered with a goal, his shot a carbon copy of Will’s, and Will high-fived you, grinning like a kid.

Theo’s Red team won 2-1, but Charles skated over to hug his brother, their helmets clinking. After the game, kids swarmed Will, recognizing him from Sharks games on TV.

“Mr. Smith, can you sign my stick?”

One boy asked. Another shoved a phone at him for a selfie. Will obliged, his arm around you the whole time, while Charles and Theo stood nearby, confused.

“Dad, why do they know you?” Theo asked, his brow furrowed.

Lisa, Eli’s mom, laughed as she approached.

“No wonder your boys are so good. They’ve got an NHL dad coaching them at home.”

You and Will exchanged a look. It was time. That night, over pizza and root beer, Will sat the boys down.

“Guys, I play hockey for a job. That’s why I’m at practice a lot, why I travel for games. I’m with the San Jose Sharks.”

Charles’s eyes widened. “Like, the real Sharks? On TV?”

“Yup,” Will said, grinning.

“But you two? You’re already better than me. Got your mom’s heart and my moves.”

Theo smirked. “Cool. But we’re still gonna beat you in the backyard rink.”

Will laughed, pulling you into his side.

“That’s my boys. Now, who’s up for ice cream?”

As you watched them bicker over chocolate versus vanilla, you leaned into Will, his warmth your anchor. He was the best dad, the best husband, and your boys were growing up just like him, protective, passionate, with ice in their veins and love in their hearts. On the rink and off, they were yours, and you wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

[nylqnder]

BUTTERFINGERS WILL SMITH

pairing: fem!reader x will smith

summary: will's quiet protectiveness over you begins to make you feel as though he's more than a friend.

warnings: will getting injured, friends to lovers, reader being a butterfingers/clumsy, bit of language

wc: 2.89k

notes: i can't get over will just automatically protecting you from things and just knowing you're going to bump your head or drop something.

Will had silently taken on the role of guardian against your own clumsiness.

As he got to know you, Will observed your accident-prone habits — the way you would unknowingly leave cabinet doors open at forehead level, how your phone always seemed to be on the verge of slipping from your grasp, and the countless times you misjudged the distance between your toe and the corner of the coffee table. He adapted in subtle, almost imperceptible ways, weaving his quiet vigilance into the rhythm of daily life.

At first, it was little things. He’d casually nudge a cup away from the table’s edge when you weren’t looking or intercept your phone mid-fall with reflexes so swift it seemed like a coincidence. If you were carrying too many things at once, he’d wordlessly take the heavier items from your hands before you had the chance to protest — or inevitably drop something.

Over time, his protective instincts became second nature. He walked slightly ahead of you when you were distracted, steering you gently away from uneven pavement or sudden steps. He started keeping a steadying hand near your back when you climbed stairs, ready to catch you if your balance faltered. Whenever you cooked, he subtly repositioned knives and hot pans out of your unknowing danger zone, and if you reached for something on a high shelf, he was already there, retrieving it before you had the chance to teeter on your tiptoes precariously

Even his speech patterns adjusted. A soft “watch your step” would precede any tricky curb, and a quiet “careful” would slip from his lips whenever you absentmindedly swung your arms too close to a fragile object. He never made a big deal out of it, never teased or sighed in exasperation. He simply adapted — anticipating, adjusting, protecting.

And perhaps the most telling thing of all was how effortless it became for him. As if watching over you wasn’t a responsibility, but rather something as natural as breathing.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Will was observant by nature, careful in a way that contrasted your absentminded chaos, so his small interventions felt like an extension of who he was rather than something particular to you. But then, you began to notice — really notice.

Like the way he always positioned himself between you and the street when you walked together, his body a quiet barrier against the rush of passing cars. Or the way he would always get the door for you, seeing as you always get it wrong — pulling it when it’s a push, or pushing it when it’s a pull, which always resulted in you smacking into the door.

It wasn’t just his actions, but the way they made you feel. Safe. Not in the dramatic, swept-off-your-feet kind of way, but in the quiet, steady assurance that came with knowing someone was looking out for you — not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

And that was the thing about Will. He never laughed when you tripped over nothing or sighed when you dropped your phone for the millionth time, resulting in a new crack on your screen. He didn’t roll his eyes when you forgot where you put your keys for the third time in a day. Instead, he’d hand them to you with a soft “found them,” and a small, knowing smile that never held an ounce of exasperation.

The realization crept in slowly, unfurling in the space between his gestures and your awareness of them. You started looking forward to the little moments — the quiet steadiness of his presence, the way he never made you feel like a burden, never made your clumsiness into a punchline.

And then, one evening, it hit you.

Will and Macklin were set to go to a Warriors game, but last minute the younger Shark bailed on him in favour of a date. Will, not wanting to skip the game, asked you if you wanted to come. Basketball was never your chosen sport of interest, but you knew how badly Will wanted to go, so you agreed.

You were sitting in front of your vanity, curling wand in hand, rushing to finish your hair. Will was standing next to you, arms crossed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he huffed dramatically. “How long does it take to curl hair? I mean, we’re gonna miss tip-off at this rate.”

“Relax, we have plenty of time,” you said distractedly. For Will, it was like it happened in slow motion. He watched as your hand went to grab the curling iron, only to be reaching for the barrel instead of the handle. His hand darted in before yours, grabbing the barrel and pulling it out of your grasp.

Will only realized what he had done when it was too late, the burning sensation seeping into his skin. His face contorted in pain as he pulled his hand back sharply, letting out a sharp, involuntary scream. You turned in alarm, dropping the curling wand onto the vanity as you watched him clutch his hand, the raw redness already starting to form across his palm.

“What the hell, Will?” you shouted, the surprise and panic evident in your voice. You stood up, your hands trembling as you instinctively reached for his hand, wanting to help but not sure how. “Why the fuck did you grab my curling wand?”

He grimaced, his teeth gritted, but he managed a strained chuckle, his voice laced with guilt. “You were about to burn yourself,” he said simply as if that explained everything.

You blinked, momentarily stunned. You hadn’t even realized what had happened until he had grabbed the hot barrel. You’d been so caught up in finishing your hair, your mind swirling with thoughts of getting to the game, that you hadn’t even noticed your near mishap.

“You saw that?” you asked, your voice softer now, the edge of anger replaced with surprise. “You noticed I was about to—?”

He winced, clearly trying to mask the pain, but there was a hint of warmth in his eyes. “Of course I did,” he said quietly. “You do that a lot. Always rushing, not paying attention.” He gave a small shake of his head, looking almost apologetic. “I don’t know. It just… it’s instinct, I guess.”

You stared at him, trying to process his words. Will had always been observant, but this was something else entirely — a silent, steady vigilance that you’d never fully understood. He’d always been there, quietly anticipating your missteps, but you hadn’t realized just how much of it was rooted in a kind of protective instinct.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his expression, the way he held his injured hand close to his body, still trying to hide his discomfort for your sake.

You guided him carefully toward the kitchen, your heart pounding with a mixture of concern and confusion. He let you lead him, his steps slow as he held his injured hand away from his body like it was too fragile to touch anything. Once you reached the sink, you turned on the cold water, the rush of it filling the air.

Will stood beside you, watching you with a calmness that made your chest tighten with guilt. You helped him ease his hand under the water, the cold liquid hissing as it met the burn. He flinched for just a second, but then the chill seemed to soothe him, and he let out a soft breath, his eyes closing for a brief moment.

You reached over to gently hold his wrist, guiding it more carefully into the stream of water. The contact was subtle but felt significant—your fingers wrapping around his, steadying him as the water washed away the heat. There was an odd intimacy to the moment, something quietly tender in the way you were taking care of him, something that made your heart thud louder than it had any right to.

“How did you know?” you asked, your voice quieter than usual as you glanced at him, your eyes searching for answers. “How did you know I was going to grab the barrel?”

Will didn’t immediately respond, his gaze still focused on his hand, the water dripping off his fingers. He shrugged, his lips twitching into a faint, almost apologetic smile. “I just saw it coming,” he said, his voice low. “You were distracted, reaching for something hot. I… I could just tell.”

His gaze flickered toward you then, catching your eyes for the briefest of moments. “You’ve got a tendency to forget, y’know,” he added.

You couldn’t help but shake your head, a laugh escaping you that was both incredulous and full of affection. “You always seem to notice these things. It’s like you’re… watching me.”

Will’s expression shifted, something unspoken flashing in his eyes. He didn’t say anything at first, just staring down at his hand under the water. He didn’t seem to want to elaborate, but you could feel the weight of his silence. It wasn’t just concern you were sensing now; it was something deeper, something that made your heart flutter uncertainly in your chest.

“Why do you always notice?” you pressed gently, not quite sure where the question was leading but needing to understand. “It’s like you’re always one step ahead, always catching things before I do.”

Will’s shoulders shifted under the weight of your question, and he let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh. “I don’t know,” he said after a beat, his words almost too soft to catch. “I guess… I guess I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

There it was. The reason behind the actions that had always seemed so natural to him, so effortless. Will was watching, not just because he could, but because he cared. It wasn’t just observation — it was protection. He had quietly, unknowingly taken on the role of your guardian in a way that you had never even noticed.

He cared.

The weight of that simple, unspoken confession made your stomach flip, but before you could fully process it, something impulsive and raw surged up inside you. You closed the distance between you and Will, your heart racing with an intensity that felt as though it could pull you apart. In an instant, before either of you could think it through, you kissed him.

The shock hit both of you at the same time — his breath catching in his throat as your lips met his, both of you stilling for a moment, like the world had suddenly paused. The soft warmth of his mouth against yours was everything you didn’t expect but everything you needed. And just as quickly, the fear of what you’d just done flooded in.

You pulled away, wide-eyed, the breath between you ragged. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry—what the hell was that?” you stammered, a forced chuckle leaving your lips. Your face heated up as you scrambled to explain. “I—I don’t know what came over me. You just… I don’t know. I just—” You trailed off, unable to form the words to explain how his quiet care had wrapped itself around you, how you felt like the luckiest person alive just to be near him, to have him protect you without ever making you feel like a burden.

“I—I was just so touched, Will. By everything you’ve done, the way you look out for me. You’re—” Your voice faltered, the words feeling clumsy as you tried to express what you were feeling. “You’re one of the only people who doesn’t make fun of me for being so… clumsy. For being me.”

You stared down at your hands, suddenly embarrassed by the vulnerability of the confession.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of your breathing, mingled with the sound of the water still running. Then, before you could continue apologizing or retreating into a wave of mortification, Will cut you off.

He leaned forward, dipping his head down so his lips could brush against yours again. The kiss was gentle, tentative at first, but quickly deepened, and all the awkwardness from before melted away. His hand found its way to your cheek, his fingers warm and sure as they cupped your face, the gesture filled with a softness that made your chest ache.

You both pulled away again, your breath mingling together in the small gap of space that remained between you two. The air was thick, not with tension, but with the words that had yet to be said.

His voice was low and slightly rough as he spoke, the words a whisper that seemed to settle between the two of you, making everything feel incredibly intimate. “I don’t know why I do it,” he said, his thumb tracing the edge of your cheek as if he were trying to memorize the feeling of you. “But every time I see you about to get hurt — whether it's something big or small — there’s this… this urge to protect you. To make sure you’re okay. It’s just… instinct, I guess, like you said.” He paused, his eyes flickering over your face, searching, before his gaze softened. “But it’s more than that. It’s not just about keeping you safe. It’s about… caring.”

Your heart thundered in your chest at his confession, and for a moment, you were speechless. You had always known there was something different about the way Will looked after you, but hearing it from him, in his own words, made it all the more real.

“Will…” you started, your voice trembling just slightly, unsure if your own feelings could measure up to the tenderness he was offering. You took a deep breath before continuing. “I—I care about you too. More than I’ve ever let myself admit.” Your hands found their way to his shirt, the fabric beneath your fingers grounding you in the present. “The way you protect me, it’s not just that you’re looking out for me. It’s that… it’s that you make me feel seen. You make me feel like I’m not… a nuisance. Like you actually want to be here. I’ve never felt that way with anyone else.”

There was a pause, just long enough for your words to hang in the air between you. Will’s gaze softened, his uninjured hand leaving your cheek to rest over yours, gently prying your fingers away from his shirt only to intertwine them with his own.

“You’re not a nuisance,” he said, his voice steady, but his eyes held something deeper, something more raw. “I want to be here, with you. Not just for your clumsiness, not just to catch you when you fall. But because…” He swallowed, the words suddenly feeling heavier on his tongue. “Because I’ve been falling for you too. And I don’t want to stop.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and your chest tightened with a mix of relief and disbelief. All of the moments — the small gestures, the quiet care — suddenly made sense. Will had been there, not just as your protector, but as someone who had quietly, unknowingly, built a foundation for something more.

“I didn’t think you’d feel the same,” you whispered, your voice vulnerable. “I thought maybe I was just… someone you looked after. But I want this too, Will. I want… us. If you’re still okay with that.”

Will’s smile was soft and sincere, and there was a warmth in his eyes that made your heart flutter. He gently cupped your face again, pulling you closer as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before speaking again.

“I’m more than okay with that,” he said, his voice steady, now filled with a quiet confidence.

You looked up at him, leaning in to connect your lips once again. But just as the kiss deepened, Will’s hand moved instinctively, like it had so many times before, to cup your face. Only this time, something was different. The faint sting of his burn flared as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your cheek, and he pulled back with a sharp inhale, wincing slightly.

“Fuck, that still hurts.” he hissed, his hand withdrawing from your face. Will shook his hand as if that would make the pain magically fall away.

“Who’s the clumsy one now?” you said, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of your lips, trying to break any remaining tension between you two.

Will chuckled, though the pain in his hand still lingered. His eyes softened, a quiet amusement flickering across his features as he met your gaze. “Guess it’s me,” he said, his voice light, yet full of affection.

You couldn’t help but smile back, the warmth between you both settling into something easy and comfortable. The air that had once been thick with unspoken words now felt clear and open. The kiss, the confessions — everything was still fresh, but it was right, in a way that neither of you could deny.

“I think we should get to that game before either of us ends up more injured than we already are,” you teased, a playful spark in your eyes.

Will grinned, his usual protective instinct settling back in as he offered you his good hand. “Let's go,” he said, squeezing your hand.

And as you both walked out the door together, the world felt a little less dangerous.

[pucking-rowdy]

will smith eating reader out while his family is downstairs

NSFW content below the cut (minors dni)

the chatter downstairs quieted, signaling that will’s parents had finally retreated to the guest room, the one you’d spent days preparing just for them. you’d slipped away nearly an hour earlier, feigning a migraine as you climbed the stairs to the bedroom you and will shared, your social battery long drained. will had caught your eye as you left, offering an apologetic glance and a quiet promise of “I’ll be up soon” before turning back to his dad, mid-sentence about how incredible the sharks’ practice facility was.

his parents had been lovely, really. his mom had entertained you with stories of will’s childhood, proudly swiping through an endless amount of baby will photos before sharing a few of his favorite family recipes. his dad, quieter but no less warm, had taken it upon himself to investigate the odd rattling sound coming from under your car’s hood, roping will in under the guise of father-son bonding.

it wasn’t your fault. you were ovulating, and will looked delicious. backwards hat, sleeves pushed up, arms flexed as he leaned over the engine, tongue caught between his teeth in a quiet focus. it was unfair. borderline criminal, how hot he looked just existing.

as if working on the car hadn't already been enough, your brain decided to replay will on the golf course yesterday, like a highlight reel designed specifically to worsen the ache between your thighs.

he wasn’t even good at golf, which made it worse somehow, like he had no right to look that attractive while slicing drives into the trees. but there he was, effortlessly cocky in a white polo that clung just right across his back, hat backwards yet again, and those too-tight khaki shorts that left nothing to the imagination.

you remembered watching him line up a putt, tongue peeking out in concentration, the same way it did when he was under the hood of your car, or when he was pounding that little spot inside you like he was trying to knock it loose, focused entirely on making you cum all over his cock.

it didn't take long for you to get bored of waiting for will, fingers diving beneath the soaked cotton of your panties. you knew, in the back of your mind, that will would be up soon. his nighttime routine was quick — face wash, brush his teeth, maybe check the score of a game on his phone. but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

your fingers danced around your clit before finally sinking into your warm heat. you let out a soft sigh of relief, ignoring the sound of the bedroom door opening.

"migraine, huh?" will chuckles, voice strained as if he's already trying not to blow his load at the sight of you.

"tried waiting for you," you whine, fingers pumping in and out of your aching cunt. will shakes his head, eyes locked on the way your panties stretch with each thrust of your fingers. he tosses his hat to the top of the dresser, settling on his knees between your thighs. he grips your wrist, ignoring your whines of protest as he tugs your hand out of your underwear.

"shh, i've got you," he murmurs, shifting down as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs. he lifts your legs, tugging them over his shoulders.

"what's got my girl all worked up, huh?" he mumbles, kissing the damp patch on your panties. he giggles as your hips buck, chasing his mouth.

"ovulating," you whine, chest rising and falling beneath the old t-shirt you'd stolen from his drawer.

"noted," he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waist of your panties and tugging them down your thighs. you hastily kick them off, moaning softly as the cold air hits your soaking heat. will lets out a breathy laugh, running his index finger through your folds.

he's not patient enough to tease tonight, thank god. he leans down, tongue dragging through your folds like he's craving it. he's slow, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. his perfect nose nudges your clit, and you moan a little louder than he's comfortable with.

"you gotta be quiet, baby," he mumbles, thumbing comforting circles into your thighs. you nod frantically, eyes shut tight as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, desperate to get his mouth back on your cunt.

his tongue swirls your clit before he takes it into his mouth, sucking on the bundle of nerves. your hands tighten in his hair, hips bucking against his mouth as you try to keep your noises down, vaguely conscious of his parents sleeping just downstairs.

he releases your clit, dipping his tongue into your entrance. you let out a soft gasp, writhing against the sheets. he hums against you, hands tightening their hold on your hips as he fucks his tongue into your dripping hole.

he finds the perfect rhythm, tongue swirling your spit-soaked, swollen clit, and fingers replacing his ministrations at your entrance. he pumps two digits into you, curling them into the spot that he knows so well.

"will, 'm gonna cum," you whimper, tugging at his blonde curls nestled between your fingers. his free hand interlocks with yours, giving you a soft squeeze of encouragement.

"cum for me, pretty girl," he mumbles, face buried deep in your pussy as he slurps and sucks. one more pump of his gorgeously long fingers sends you over the edge, back arching and hand ripping from his to cover your mouth, muffling the cries of his name. he works you through it, rubbing your hip as he eases you down from the high.

your back finally settles down onto the mattress again and he slowly pulls his fingers from your heat. he licks them clean, expression softening as you catch your breath. he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before silently heading to the bathroom. he returns a minute later with a damp washcloth, gently cleaning you up. he takes his time, careful to not overstimulate you.

once he's finished, he tosses the washcloth towards the hamper. he lays down, pulling you into his arms.

"go to sleep, pretty. i love you."

[belli5]

let me love you .ᐟ ೀWS²

And if it feels right promise I don’t mind and if it feels right promise I’ll stay here all night

╰ Synopsis After dinner with Will, Will pulls over on the way home. In the quiet of the car, things heat up in the backseat.

Tags/contains Fluff, smut, Will Smith x fem!reader, creampie, p in v, car sex, public-ish(??), reconciliation sex, 18+, NSFW content below.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. Decided to actually write part 3 for “glimpse of us” and decided to go for smut because this is the right way to make up with someone after being apart too long(jokes, actually talk it out, guys😭.)

masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it! Please do NOT rewrite/repost my work anywhere else without permission! ➜part two: So close, yet so far. ➜Part one:Hoping I’ll find a glimpse of us.

It had taken you hour and a half to decide what to wear. This was dumb. It was just dinner. Not a first date. Not a big deal, not a shiny life altering moment. It was just dinner.

With Will.

With Will, who once pulled you into a dark parking lot just to kiss you because he couldn’t wait. With Will, who once memorised your coffee order without asking. With Will, who you’d love. Who you still love.

You stood in front of your open closet, still barefoot, wrapped in a towel, hair half dry from the shower. Your bed was graveyard of discarded outfits, too casual, too cold, too desperate.

You hated how much you cared but then you wouldn’t be yourself.

In the end, you landed on skirt and a top that hugged your shoulders in a way you liked, and a delicate gold necklace. You touched it once as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was the same one you wore the night Will first kissed you. You hadn’t done that on purpose, not really.

Your phone buzzed just as you were swiping on some mascara.

Smitty 🩷 outside when you’re ready.

Your chest tightened. Were you ready? No. Not even close. But you grabbed your coat anyway.

He was standing beside his car, dressed in a black sweater and dark jeans, hands in his pockets, shifting a little like he was nervous too. When he saw your, his face lit up in that quiet, thoughtful way he had, like the smile started in his eyes and made its way down.

“Hey,” he said, as you walked up. “You look… really nice.”

“Thanks,” you said softly. “So do you.”

It felt like old times. It felt like strangers. It felt like both, somehow.

He opened the car door for you, and you smiled despite yourself. Once he got in, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. His hands on the wheel. The way his hair curled just a little behind his ears.

“You made a reservation,” you teased, lightly. “So formal.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “didn’t want to screw it up. Figured you deserved an actual table and not like takeout from the back of my car this time.”

You laughed. “To be fair, that takeout was really good.”

“Yeah, but you deserve better.”

That silenced you. It hung in the air between you both, soft and awkward and sweet. You turned to look out the window, hiding the little ache in your smile.

The restaurant was beautiful.

Dim lighting, warm wood accents, candles flickering in little votives at every table. He’d clearly asked for something quieter, more private, away from the front windows, back toward a corner. You sat across from each other, and for a moment, neither of you said anything.

“You’ve been here before?” You asked finally.

He nodded. “Yeah, once. Macklin picked it for his birthday. Thought it might be too loud, but it’s not bad.”

A beat passed. “You okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking up to yours.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… nervous, I guess.”

He leaned back slightly. “Me too.”

That surprised you. “Really?”

He gave a short laugh. “Yeah. You kidding? You’re the only girl who ever made me care if my shirt had wrinkles.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too big. “So you’re saying this is a high stakes evening?”

He looked at you then and something in his voice softened. “I guess it kind of is.”

Once the food came, the tension eased. It always did with Will. That was the thing about him, he made the hard things softer. The scary things manageable. He asked you about school, about your friends, about your new class schedule. He listened and he remembered details.

When he talked about hockey, it was animated but humble. He didn’t brag, he didn’t overshare, he just told you what you asked, and when you teased him for being too modest, he rolled his eyes.

“You realize I’m like, kind of good,” he joked.

“Oh, I’m aware,” you said. “Trust me, my professor made us do a current events presentation first semester and you were the headline. It was so awkward.”

He grinned. “You used me for school?”

“Only a little. I got an A.”

“Well, then you’re welcome.”

You both laughed, and for the first time that night, it didn’t feel weird. It didn’t feel like you were playing pretend. It just felt like you both.

After the plates were cleared and the server brought over two small espresso cups and a shared chocolate mousse, the conversation drifted into quieter waters.

“I’ve missed this,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Will looked up. His gaze was steady, almost too much. “I’ve missed you,” he replied.

You stared at him, heart thudding. “You don’t have to say that,” you said.

“I’m not saying it for no reason.” He replied pausing.“You don’t have to say it back,” he added quickly. “I know it’s… I know it’s complicated.”

It was complicated. God, it was messy. But as you looked at him, you didn’t see someone who had hurt you. You saw the boy who used to draw hearts in the fog on your car window. The boy who always checked if your water bottle was full. The boy who, even now, was watching you like you were the only thing in the room.

You could feel your old self reaching out. The one who used to love him freely. Who never second guessed.

“I do miss you,” you said finally.

Will’s shoulders dropped just slightly, like a breath he’d been holding finally left him. You didn’t need to say more.

As you both left the restaurant, the cold night air hit your cheeks,

You both walked toward his car in silence, but it was a comfortable one this time. When he opened the passenger side door for you again, you paused, your hand on the frame. He looked up at you.

“I don’t know what this is,” you said softly. “Or what it’s supposed to be.”

“I don’t either,” he said honestly. “But… I’d like to find out.”

You studied him, the sincerity in his voice, the quiet patience in his eyes. And finally you felt brave enough to let herself hope, sliding into the seat.

The car ride after dinner was quiet, but warm.

No awkward silences, no rush to get home. Just the sound of tires on the road. He didn’t say much, and you didn’t push him to but the glances you exchanged said everything.

Every time you looked over at him, his jaw clenched just a little like he was thinking. Holding something back. You were doing the same.

You were sure he wasn’t driving you home, but it’s not that you minded. Will turned the car down a quiet road that curved out toward the edge of the city. The lights dimmed behind you both, the hum of cars and people faded. All that remained was the low rush of the highway and the sound of tires rolling over gravel.

He pulled into a narrow lookout spot, one of those hidden little places above the water, where the stars felt closer and the world felt far away. There were no other cars, no streetlamps. Just the dark, the distant shimmer of city lights, and the ocean stretching endlessly below.

Your brows lifted. “You okay?”

He looked over at you like he was trying to memorize your face. “I didn’t want to take you home yet,” he said softly.

You turned toward him, heartbeat quickening. “Why?”

He exhaled. Looked over at you like you already knew. “Because the second I do… this ends. And I—I’m not ready for that.”

Her lips parted.

He shook his head slightly. “I know we’re not together. I know this isn’t some perfect moment where everything’s fixed. But I can’t—” He stopped, voice rough. “I can’t sit this close to you, look at you, smell you wearing that perfume, and act like I’m not losing my mind.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I missed you so much it made me sick,” he continued. “And now you’re here. In my passenger seat. And all I can think about is how badly I want to touch you again.”

Your stomach flipped. He reached over, cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Then he kissed you and everything went quiet. Your hand curled into the front of his shirt. He tasted like heat and longing and something deeper than just lust. Something aching, familiar, desperate.

It wasn’t the first time you’d kissed but it was the first time in months. The first time since you stopped pretending you didn’t miss each other.

The first time it felt like this. When you kissed him back harder, he groaned softly into your mouth. “Back seat. Come here.”

You barely made it between the seats before you were climbing into his lap, knees braced on either side of him as he pulled you close. Your arms locked around his shoulders. His hands were already tugging your skirt up your thighs, lips finding your neck, kissing, then sucking just below your ear like he wanted to leave proof of this.

You gasped when he did, grinding down against the hardness in his jeans. “Will—”

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against your skin. “How many times I’ve thought about this exact moment.”

His tongue flicked against the hollow of your throat before his teeth grazed the skin again, rougher this time. You moaned and tilted your head back, giving him more access.

He took it gladly, biting, sucking, leaving marks down your collarbone that made your thighs squeeze tighter around his waist.

Then you pulled back just enough to flip the script. You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear, then you kissed down his jaw, slow and teasing, before sucking at the side of his neck, hard enough to make his hips jerk up against you.

He cursed under his breath. “You’re evil.”

You smirked against his skin. “You love it.”

And he did. Your hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up and off. You kissed down his chest, trailing your tongue along the lines of his collarbone while your hips continued to roll against him, taunting, unhurried.

He couldn’t help it. His hands gripped your ass harder, guiding your motions as you rocked against him, your thin panties rubbing over the bulge in his jeans.

You slowed down, like you wanted to torture him, like you needed to drag this out, just because you’d been apart for so long and now that you had him again, you didn’t want it to end too fast.

He felt it in the way you kissed him, the way you moaned into his mouth but held back just enough. You were savoring it, savoring him.

“Take your shirt and skirt off,” he whispered, voice wrecked. You did, slowly pulled the shirt over your head, revealing soft skin and a black lace bra that made him swear under his breath. You lifted yourself from his lap to pull down the skirt.

Then your panties followed, and then his jeans. And then he was finally free, hard and leaking, his hands trembling with restraint as you reached between you both to stroke him slowly.

“You’ve been thinking about this, huh?” You whispered against his jaw.

“I never stopped.”

You lined him up and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until you were seated fully in his lap, your thighs trembling as they adjusted to the stretch.

Both of you gasped at the same time. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin as you started to move—slow, dragging your hips in long, rolling grinds that made his head fall back against the seat. “Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groaned.

Your lips curved. “You missed this?” You only said it because you wanted to hear it from him.

He looked up at you with dark eyes. “You have no idea.”

You clenched around him deliberately, making him gasp. He grabbed your hips tighter. “You’re such a brat right now.”

You smiled, breathless. “I’ve had time to think.”

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, pulling you back down for a kiss that turned messy, open mouthed and wet, all tongue and teeth. You whimpered into him, hips moving faster now, thighs flexing as you rode him with more urgency.

The car windows fogged up, the air turned thick with moans and breath and skin slapping skin. Each bounce of your hips had him groaning louder, chasing the heat curling low in his gut.

You started to fall apart, soft moans turning to breathless whimpers as his hand slid between you both and circled your clit, fast and sure.

“That’s it,” he murmured against your lips. “Come on, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your body tensed and then shattered. You came with a high, broken cry, legs shaking, nails raking down his back as he held you close through it. The tight squeeze of you around him pushed him over the edge moments later, hips bucking up as he spilled deep inside you with a strained, guttural moan.

You didn’t move right away. You lay against his chest, both of you panting, slick with sweat. His hands stroked your back slowly. Your lips pressed soft kisses to his collarbone.

Neither of you said anything for a long time. Eventually, you whispered, “That didn’t feel like just sex.”

Will tilted his head, kissed your temple. “That’s because it wasn’t.”

[hockeyxoxo]

CC'S WELCOME BACK BRUNCH PARTY

This is my little welcome back gift to myself! I forgot I had this page for about 2 years, but I'm back now and rebranding!!

THIS IS SMUT ONLY EVENT. MDNI.

Masterlist

You may send the order in any way that you would like with as many sides (prompts) and main courses (person) as you would like!!

Example: Pancakes with Strawberry and powdered sugar -> Quinn hughes, Age gap, Oral Fixation

MAIN COURSE

1. Pancakes (Quinn Hughes)

2. Toast (Jack Hughes)

3. Waffles (Luke Hughes)

4. Muffins (Will smith)

5. Hashbrown (Macklin Celebrini)

6. Omelet (Nico hischier).

SIDES

1. Strawberries (Age gap)

2. Banana (Dark/Stalker-ish)

3. Blueberriess (dom/sub)

4. Raspberries (Praise kink)

5. Sprinkles (Chocking)

6. Chocolate chips (Degradation)

7. Maple syrup (Orgasm Control)

8. Whipped cream (Creampie)

9. Yogurt (Dirty Talk)

10. Scrambled eggs (Brat Taming)

11. Butter (Dry Humping)

12. Avocado (Free use)

13. Chocolate syrup (Spanking/Punishment)

14. Strawberry syrup (Daddy/Master)

15. Powdered sugar (Oral Fixation)

(also taking request for new prompts or just request with your order)

16. Honey drizzle (breeding kink)

17. Cream cheese (makeup/angry sex)

18. Cocoa powder (jealousy/envy)

19. Strawberry jam (fake dating)

[thesecretestblogever]

frat!will loves seeing reader is dainty panties

LOSING MY MIND YES

you picked up a pair of lacy crotchless panties to surprise him. They're soft pink and the lace is flower patterened.

Your bent over the bed when he pushes your skirt up to pool around your waist and you feel him pause. The silence that fills the room isn't uncomfortable. You know he's simply admiring and taking in the view. A warm palm smooths over your ass and the soft fabric.

"Fuck, baby."

His fingers sweep through your soaked folds, the arousal coating your thighs at this point since there was no fabric to hold it back. Your open and weeping for him, your pussy shining and leaking. It's fluttering around open air as he traces his fingers along the soft skin. He can't help himself, sinking two, long fingers into your heat and watching the lace darken in color with your slick.

He's mesmerized by the pink bow that sits above your asscrack, and when it comes time to fuck you, good and deep, he obviously doesn't bother removing them.

ALSO disclaimer to everyone: since i clearly don't have time to write requests or full pieces right now, feel free to send me any player headcanons. It doesn't have to be frat! Will

[moonlight-ba3]

Hiiii!!! Would you be able to write something about the reader being a famous singer and she has been dating Macklin since they were in their early teens but fans say that Macklin is just dating her for the fame or vice versa? But then she reassures him and everything is fine

False rumors

pairing:macklin celebrini x singer!reader

summary:being one of the most famous singers and dating macklin for a long time has its ups and downs

a/n:fluff, a little kiss, first fic pls don’t judge 😭, not proofread!!

Me and Macklin have been dating since we were 16 meeting through a group of friends.

Due to being a famous singer, our relationship was public only being 4 months in.

When he was drafted to the San Jose Sharks I decided to go with him and move into together.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

I was getting back home from the studio where i was working on my newest album.

Walking in mine and macklins apartment, somehow being spotless, I take my shoes off and place my bag on counter.

“Mack?” I yell when I notice he’s not on the couch waiting for me like he usually is. I’m met with silence.

I furrow my eyebrows, as I walk towards our room.

“What are you doing, baby?” I ask seeing him lying in bed with the covers over him.

“Nothing.” He mumbles.

I tilt my head a little bit confused on why he’s being so distant. I walk over and sit on the bed.

I pull the covers off of his face, and notice his eyes puffy and his cheeks blotchier than ever.

“Oh, baby, what’s wrong?” Pushing the hair away from his eyes.

He doesn’t respond, just pushes his head in my hand.

I glance over his phone noticing it was open on his Instagram comments with the pictures he just posted.

One of the pictures was with me and him, my head leaning on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around my waist.

As I look at the comments longer one catches my eye.

“He’s totally using her for fame 😭”

I grab his phone and scroll through them, confused on why the hell people would think that.

It hits me.

“Is this why you’re upset?” I ask while holding his phone.

He looks up at me and glossy eyes.

“Oh, Mack” as I pull him into me.

I wrap my arms around his back, rubbing up and down, as he places his arms around my waist.

I start to feel my shirt getting wet, I turn my head “You can’t be upset about this, especially cause they don’t even know us” I tell him before kissing his head.

“I know…i just don’t understand why people think that”

“No one gets to say wether you love me or not I know you love me and that’s all I need”

He lifts his head up from my shoulder and finally looks at me and has that cute small smile on his face.

I smile back at him before pecking his lips.

“I love you”

“I love you more” He tugs me closer to him.

[uluvjay]

Pretty boy-W. Smith

Will smith x fem! Reader

Request: Can I request “open your mouth” with Smitty? Maybe with reader saying it to him🤭

Warnings?; slight smut, kissing, cursing, teasing.

Will’s chest heaved from where he sat against the headboard, thick hands gripping the sheets below him as he watched your fingers dip in and out of your wet core.

He couldn’t be mad honestly, he did it to himself. Forgetting your anniversary was a low blow and pushing you off to play his Xbox with Macklin was no better.

So when he walked in your shared bed room and found you with your fingers buried deep inside your cunt while you withered on the bed in pleasure, gasping his name with his shirt pushed up over your chest.

He couldn’t help the curse word that slipped from his mouth, but he was stupid to think you’d take pity on him. Allow him to climb in the bed next to you and finish you off on his cock rather than your much smaller fingers.

And that’s how he found himself in this position, helplessly watching as you now sat in front of him legs spread-Still moaning his name while you played with yourself.

And there was nothing Will could do about it, it was his punishment.

“Fuck will” you gasped feeling your high fast approaching watching as his blue eyes switched from the sight of your cunt back to your red face.

He could tell you were getting close by the way your toes began to curl, fingers sped up chasing something that was so close yet so far.

His cock ached in his shorts pushing against the cotton material he could feel the wet spot that had formed on his boxers from the precum.

“Come on baby, cum for me. I can see you’re almost there” he egged on from his spot watching as your thighs began to shake, your moans getting higher and higher.

And finally he watched as your body shook from the hit of your orgasm, hips rutting into your hand as you continued to fuck yourself through your high.

Will swore he could’ve cum at the sight of you alone your messy hair sticking to your sweat coated forehead, chest heaving, mouth open as you panted loudly.

And when he thought it couldn’t get worse your eyes locked with his and your fingers were slipping from your dripping cunt.

His breathing picked up when you began crawling up the bed and over his lap, a downright evil giggle slipping past your throat when you ‘Accidentally’ brushed his aching erection.

His eyes locked with yours as you sat over him your manicured fingers slipping into his blonde curls as you tugged his head back.

“Open your mouth pretty boy.” You instructed.

Will didn’t hesitate to follow your words, mouth dropping open allowing you room to slip your cum coated fingers into his mouth.

He couldn’t help the moan that escaped from him at the taste, his tongue moving against your fingers getting as much of a taste of you as he could.

The sight from above was hot watching as he sucked your fingers helplessly his fingers twitching on the sides of your thighs itching to feel your hot skin.

The blonde whimpered when you pulled your fingers away from him but it was quickly silenced by you crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was dirty and messy, tongues fighting each other for dominance your fingers pulling hard on his soft hair while his gripped the skin of your thighs, holding so tight one might think you were trying to escape.

You didn’t pull away until you were both panting, the need for air apparent in the way your chests heaved.

Will tried to pull you back to him but despite his athletic abilities you were too quick for him, slipping from his hold and onto your shaky feet.

“Wait, W-where are you going?” He sat up quickly moving off the bed to follow you.

“To shower, and you’re not invited.” You shrugged dismissing him over your shoulder as you shut the bathroom door.

Will tried reaching for the knob however the noticeable ‘click’ of the lock sounded before he could turn it.

“Baby please, it was a mistake and I’m sorry it won’t ever happen again. Please let me in so I can make it up to you.” He begged through the wood.

He heard you sigh before answering him, “No, go bother Mack. Maybe he can help solve your little problem.”

“My problem is anything but little.” He grumbled.

“I heard that you ass!”

Wills head thudded against the door as he leaned against it, if this was the punishment he got after missing something he would make sure everything was put in his calendar from now on.

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