willmackhughes

[willmackhughes]

Call Out My Name (W.S, M.C)

Title: Call Out My Name

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Poly! Relationship Will Smith x Reader x Macklin Celebrini

Part 2 of I Was Made For Loving You

This Series has at least one more part, not a lot of smut more angst for the next one

Summary: Macklin wants to take him and his boyfriend's relationship to the next level with the help of their girlfriend

Genre: SMUT!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!!! THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE BUT THE EVENTS AND FEELINGS OF THIS BOOK ARE MADE UP!!!! THEY ARE NOT INTENDED TO BE MISTAKEN FOR FACT IN REAL LIFE!!!!

Warnings: Poly Relationship, MMF Relationship, MM sex, Dom/Sub relationship, heavy smut, being caught getting off, use of phrases like "take it", lots of teasing, first times, overstimulation, oral (m and f receiving and giving), unprotected sex, watching porn together,

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Please read the warnings, if this makes you uncomfortable do not read!!!

Macklin has been acting strangely, more so than normal.  Being more clingy than normal, blushing softly at any compliment being sent his way.  You tried to speak to him about it, wanting to make sure he’s good, but he just brushes you off about it, claiming he just “feels good”.  You laugh softly at that, but believe him that he’s all good.  Will notices his weird behavior as well, choosing to tease Macklin about it constantly.  You smile at the memory, shutting your car off in the parking garage, gathering all your belongings before making your way up to the apartment. 

When you unlock the door, it’s quiet, you knew Will was filming something with Bauer again, and Macklin had said he was gonna get lunch with some friends, so you were alone.  You furrow your brow at a sound coming out of the bedroom, sounding like moaning.  You place your stuff down on the kitchen table before making your way over to the bedroom. 

 The door is slightly ajar, and you peek your head in, and the sight you're met with has heat pooling between your legs.  Mack is spread out on the bed, phone in one hand, his other hand wrapped tightly around his cock, frantically moving his hand up and down, loud moans pouring from his lips.  Whatever he’s watching is playing out loud, loud sounds of skin slapping together and multiple voices moaning in the video.  “Hey, baby.” You call out, and you watch his head shoot up, dropping his phone in the process, quickly covering himself with the blanket.  “Holy shit, Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t think you’d be home yet.”  You smile, stepping through the doorway, shutting the door behind you.  When you get closer to him, you can see the video playing from his phone, and your eyes widen in shock. 

There are multiple people like you thought, a girl on the bottom with a man on top of her, but what shocks you is the other guy on top of him.  Macklin follows your eyes and quickly snatches his phone, clicking it off.  “It’s not what you think,”  He says loudly, and you giggle softly.  “Macklin, I have eyeballs. It’s exactly what I think.”  He flushes bright red and groans.  You sit down on the bed with him, bringing yourself right next to where he’s sitting.   “Why are you embarrassed?” You ask, and he groans, covering his face. 

 “'Cause it’s embarrassing.”  You roll your eyes, grabbing his arms, uncovering his face.  “Is that something you want, baby, with Will?”  You watch as he takes a deep breath before nodding.  “I think so, I don’t know.”  You smile softly. “Well, it must be if you’re watching that Macklin.”  He groans again, turning even more red.  “Yeah, maybe.” “Well, let me watch the video.”  Macklin’s eyes widen, and he stutters slightly before he answers.  “What? No, why would you watch it?”  You burst out laughing at his reaction before responding.  “I want to see what you were doing in my bed, touching yourself to come on.” You tease, and he bites his lip, before grabbing his phone, putting the video back on.  He puts the phone between his hands, setting it on his knee that’s still covered by the blanket.  You watch as the man on top plows into the other man, causing his hips to move into the girl under him. 

You had thought about this before, wondering how long it would take before one of them brings it up.  You bite your lip while watching the video, imagining Macklin on top of you, while Will is behind him fucking you through Macklin.  You bring your hand down between your legs, and Macklin’s eyes snap over to you.  “Uh, what are you doing?” He questions, and you moan, sinking a finger into yourself.  “Baby Will is going to kill both of us if you do that.” 

You ignore him, continuing to touch yourself, and his hand reaches over, grabbing your wrist.  “Macklin fuck off, watch the video.”  You whine, and he shakes his head.  “Let me touch you then. You know he won’t care if I do it”. He says, clicking his phone off, pulling the blanket off himself, before adjusting himself to kneel between your legs.

  “Can I fuck you, baby?’’ You nod rapidly, “Yes, please.” He smiles softly, before lining his cock up with you, slowly sinking into you.  You gasp, reaching your hands up to rest on his shoulders as he starts moving, thrusting into you.   “Feels so good, Macklin!” You cry as his cock drills into you, Macklin bringing his head down to lick around your neck, sucking the spot right above your collarbone.  “Fuck I’m not gonna last long. I was so close when you came in here,” Macklin whines.  You nod your head, “Me too, feels too good, Mack.”  His hand comes down to circle your clit, causing you to clench around his cock.  Your nails dig into his shoulders as you reach your orgasm, shaking underneath him.  He groans slightly, spilling into you before collapsing on top of you.  You lie there trying to catch your breath, and Macklin pulls out, rolling over next to you.  “Can we not tell Will about this yet?” Macklin asks, and you nod slowly.  “I’m not gonna say anything to him, baby, it needs to come from you.” Macklin smiles, placing a kiss on your lips,” Come on, we gotta get up. Someone has to use the bathroom”.  You roll your eyes but grab his outstretched hand. 

*Time Skip*

“Come on, boys, you’re gonna be late!” You yell from the couch as you check the time on your phone.  They have a game tonight, but of course, they’re running late.  You hear two pairs of feet running from the bedroom, and you laugh.  You’ve been ready for probably 15 minutes already, dressed in black jeans with your favorite Sharks shirt on, tapping your foot impatiently.  “Alright, let’s go,”  Will says as he grabs his keys from the table, motioning for you to follow him.  Macklin follows behind you, all of you speed walking to the car.  You guys go your separate ways when you arrive at the arena, finding the friends and family room. 

You don’t go to every home game; most of them you’re working during anyway, but you truthfully love to come to games.    Both Will and Mack are having an awesome game, Macklin being one goal away from his first hat trick, and with the way he’s playing tonight, you can imagine he’s gonna do it.  You watch holding your breath as Will passes the puck, and Macklin puts it right in the back of the net.  You stand up excitedly, jumping up and down, cheering.  

You watch the rest of his line skate over to him, patting him on the back, watching Will excitedly tap his head.  You see the hats start to be thrown all over the ice, and you cheer excitedly.   You watch as all the hats get cleaned off the ice, feeling the smile stay on your face the rest of the game.  They had lost the game, but no matter what, you knew how excited Mack would be, so you’re standing outside waiting for them with a smile gracing your face.  Of course, they are two of the last people again.  When you see them walk out of the door, both of them have a giant smile on their face, and you throw yourself into Macklin’s arms.  “Congratulations, Macklin.”  He giggles softly, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.  “Thank you, baby.” He places you back down, and you pull Will into a hug as well.  “You played so good, too, Will, so proud of both of you.”  He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  “Thanks, Y/n.” “Let’s go back home, guys,” Will says, grabbing your hand.  

When you arrive back at home, the boys set their belongings down, and you walk over to your room.  You pull your shirt over your head, and your bra comes with it, before you pull one of Will’s shirts over your head.  You pull your pants down your legs, walk over to sit down at your vanity, and throw your hair into a bun. Will walks into the room after you, throwing himself onto the bed, as you start doing your skincare.  Macklin walks in shortly after, throwing himself next to Will.  You just finish applying your final product as you hear soft kissing noises from behind you.  You look at the bed from the mirror, seeing Will lying on top of Macklin, lips pressed together in a heated kiss.

  “Hey, you couldn’t wait for me?”  You say, turning around in your chair, glaring at them.  “Just get over here.”  Will spits out, and you quickly stand from your chair, making your way over to lie on the bed next to Macklin.  Will pulls away from Macklin, sitting back on his knees to look at the two of you.  “God, I am so lucky,”  Will says, smiling, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pushing your lips into Macklin’s.  You groan against his mouth, pushing your tongue into his mouth.  His tongue swipes yours slightly, before letting up, sucking on the tip of your tongue. 

 You let Will set you on Macklin’s lap, pressing yourself on top of his cock, slowly hardening underneath you.  You pull your mouth away, a string of spit forming between the two of you, and you take your thumb to wipe it away, Macklin sucking your thumb between his lips.  He’s looking up at you through lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped tightly around your thumb.  You press your finger down on his tongue, watching drool puddle on his tongue, spilling over his lips, running down his chin.  You lean down using your tongue to clean up the drool, before sucking his tongue into your mouth. 

 Mack’s hands move down to grip your hips, rolling your hips against his cock, a low groan spilling from his mouth.  “Why don’t you suck his cock, baby? I think he deserves a little reward, huh?”  Will questions and you nod, slowly readjusting yourself, so you’re lying on the bed, head by Macklin’s lap. You tug his sweatpants down, pulling his boxers down with them, gripping his cock in your hand.  You gather spit in your mouth, releasing it down onto the tip of his cock.  You lick the tip slightly before wrapping your lips around him, sinking all the way down on his cock.  You gag softly, spit falling onto his thighs.  You feel Will’s hand wrap in your hair, keeping your head down on Mack’s cock.  You feel the tears springing to your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose. “That’s it, baby, take it.” You swallow around him, hearing the groan fall from his lips.  You feel Will’s hand yank your head back, pulling you off Mack’s cock, spit running down your chin. 

You cough slightly, trying to catch your breath.  Will’s hand pulls your head over to him, pressing his lips into yours.  He breaks away rather quickly, looking over at Macklin, your eyes widening as you watch Will reach over to wrap his hand around Macklin’s cock.  Macklin groans softly, eyes watching Will’s hand as it moves slowly up and down.  Will looks over at you before he lowers his mouth down, sucking the tip of Mack’s cock into his mouth.  Your eyes meet Macklin’s intrigued before his eyes squeeze shut, his head falling back against the pillow.  You watch as Will hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head, sucking the length of Macklin’s cock into his mouth.  “Fuck Will.”  Mack croaks out, threading his fingers through Will’s hair.  Will groans around his cock, gagging slightly before pulling off. 

 “Fuck, Y/n, how do you do that?” You giggle slightly, leaning down to take Mack back in your mouth, Will’s hand holding him for you.  You can tell Mack is getting close when his hips keep slightly bucking up, forcing his cock further down your throat.  “Gonna cum.” Macklin whines out, and you gag as you feel his hand lace in your hair, pushing your head further down.  You feel his hips stutter slightly before you taste his cum fill your mouth.  You pull your head back to look over at Will, and he motions for you to come over to him.  You crawl over to him, pressing your lips to his, swapping Mack’s cum between your mouths. 

 You can feel the throbbing between your legs worsen, and you try to subtly squeeze your legs together.  You throw yourself over Will’s lap, slowly grinding yourself down onto him, but you feel his hand come up to grip your chin, and you whine.  “Tonight is not about you, baby, it’s about Macklin, yeah?” You nod slowly, and Will smiles at you.  “Macklin, what do you want tonight, baby?” Your head shoots over towards Mack, and his eyes meet yours, and you give him a reassuring smile.  “I uh-”  Macklin starts before he stops talking suddenly, and Will looks confused.  “What’s wrong?” Macklin takes a deep breath before continuing.  “I want you to fuck me, Will.” You watch as Macklin's cheeks flush as he stares up at Will, waiting for his response.  “Yeah?” Will asks, and Mack shyly nods.  “Words, baby,” Will says, and Mack whines before answering.  “Yes.”  Will rolls his eyes before crawling up the bed to sit next to Mack.

  “Baby, if this is something you want, you can tell me you don’t have to act all shy.” Macklin nods slowly before opening his mouth to speak again.  “Please Will I want you to fuck me.”  Will smiles at Mack, saying “good boy”, before pressing his lips to Mack’s.  “Have you ever done this before?”  Will asks, and Macklin turns even more red.  “Uh, I’ve done it to myself before, but never with anyone else.” Will raises his eyebrows. “Oh?” Will asks, and Macklin brings his hands up to cover his face.  “No, baby, don't hide from me,” Macklin whines, throwing his hands down.  “Don’t tease me, please,”  Mack whines out, and you giggle.  “Oh, he knows how to tease Mack.” You say, but quickly the smile is wiped off your face as Will glares at you.  “Watch your fucking mouth, baby, don’t think that I won’t stop what i’m doing right now to bend you over my knee and spank you till you’re crying,” Will says to you, and you shiver slightly.  

 “Tell me about it, baby, yeah?” Will says, and Mack whines.  “Uh, it was about a week ago.”  Your eyes widen, but Mack continues.  “I was at my apartment, actually, and I was uh- thinking about bringing it up with you, but I just wanted to try.”  Will smiles softly.   “Yeah? Did it feel good?” Mack shakes his head.  “Uh, it felt ok. I don’t think I did it right.”  Will rests his hand on Mack’s knee, rubbing it slowly.  “That’s alright, baby, I'll make you feel good.” You see Mack shiver, but he slowly nods.  “Lie back for me.” Macklin adjusts himself to lie fully back onto the pillow, and Will settles to sit between his legs.  You move up on the bed to sit up next to Macklin, grabbing his hand softly for reassurance.  You watch as Will opens the bottle of lube next to him on the bed, squirting some of it on his fingers.

  “Tell me if it hurts or anything, baby, ok?”  Will asks, and Macklin nods, “I will”.  Will smiles before bringing one of his fingers to circle his hold, slowly pushing one finger in.  You watch as Macklin tenses up slowly, so you rest your hand on his knee, rubbing it softly, gripping his hand tighter.  “You alright?” Will asks, and Mack nods, “Yeah, I'm alright, just a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt.” Will nods before slowly starting to move his finger in and out.  Macklin finally stops tensing so hard, softly letting out little groans, gripping your hand tightly.  Macklin’s eyes squeeze shut as you see Will add another finger, working him open.  You watch as Will angles his fingers upwards and Macklin cries out suddenly, folding in on himself.  “Oh my fucking God!” Macklin cries out, and Will smirks at him.  “Yeah? Right there?” Will asks, and Mack nods frantically.  “Yeah, right there, please!”  Will speeds his fingers up, making sure to keep his fingers angled upwards. 

Macklin starts to squirm, and Will reaches his hand up, gripping his thigh to keep him in place.  “God, please, I’m ready, just fuck me.” Will looks amused, but he nods.  “Alright, I can fuck you if you think you’re ready, but tell me if you need me to stop.” “I’ll let you know.”  Will smiles, and you watch as he hesitates for a second.  “What’s wrong?” You ask, and he laughs softly.  “I-uh, do I need a condom? When I was looking this up, I don’t think this came up.”  You laugh softly, looking over at Macklin. “I didn’t know you looked this up, Will,” You say, and it’s Will’s turn to blush.  “I mean, I definitely thought it would come up eventually, so it’s better to be prepared.” You smile softly before Macklin answers.  “Uh, I don’t think so, I mean I can’t get pregnant and I’m clean besides, I-” Macklin starts but quickly cuts himself off, blushing.  “You what?”  Will teases, and Macklin whines softly.  “I want to feel you.” Will smiles softly. “Alright, no condom then.” 

Will grabs the bottle of lube from the bed again, putting some on his cock before kneeling between Mack’s legs.  “Let me know if you need me to stop.” Macklin nods quickly, gripping your hand tightly again.  Will grabs his cock, lining it up, before slowly pushing in.  You watch the slight grimace form on Macklin’s face, eyes squeezing shut.  “You alright, Mack?” You question, brushing hair off his forehead.  He nods slowly, trying to relax a little bit, watching as Will rolls his hips slightly, trying to let him adjust.

 “Holy shit.” Mack whines, arm reaching over to grab your arm, nails digging into your skin.  “Can I move?” Will asks, and Mack nods his head. “God, please.” Will readjusts himself slightly before starting to thrust into him.  You watch as Mack’s jaw falls open, eyes rolling back in his eyes, and you squeeze your legs together. You knew that Mack was absolutely gorgeous, but seeing him like this has your breath catching in your throat.  Your focus moves over towards Will; he’s only ever fucked you before this, so you had no idea how hot he looked.  His cheeks are pink, his jaw clenched, and he has such a tight grip on Mack that you watch the way his biceps flex every time he pulls Mack’s hips towards him.  You watch as he swears under his breath, eyes focused on Macklin’s face.  “So good,” Macklin cries out, releasing his grip on you to grab Will’s biceps.

“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”  Will teases, but you don’t even think Mack can think straight, nails digging into Will’s arm, mouth thrown open with moans being ripped from his throat.  You could tell that in the beginning, Will was holding back, but he’s starting to lose himself a little bit.  His grip tightens slightly on Mack’s hips, readjusting himself slightly to thrust harder into him.  “Oh fuck Will I’m gonna cum.” Macklin cries out, and Will looks over at you, grabbing your hand and placing it on Mack’s cock.  You wrap your hand around him, squeezing slightly, watching his hips buck up into your hand.  You feel his cock twitch, and suddenly he reaches his orgasm, shaking and bucking into your hand. You can tell Will isn’t far behind him as his hips start to stutter and a loud groan falls from his lips.   

Will rolls off of Macklin, lying next to him on the bed, the only sounds in the room being their heavy breathing. You bring your hand up to brush Macklin’s hair off his forehead, before running your hand through his hair.  “You alright, baby?” You ask, and Macklin doesn’t even open his eyes, just nodding softly.  You giggle softly, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.  “Wait, what about you?” Mack murmurs, and you look down at him, confused. “What about me, baby?” He sits up slowly, setting his hand on your knee.  “You didn’t get to cum, baby.” You smile softly.  “It’s alright, don’t worry about me.” He cuts you off, rolling himself over to lie between your legs.  “No, you need to cum too.” You look over at Will, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. 

“Mack, seriously, you look like you’re gonna pass out. I’m fine, I promise.” He shakes his head, grabbing your knees.  “No, please let me make you cum, want to eat your pussy, please.” Macklin says looking up at you and you feel yourself clench slightly at the sight of him.  He’s completely fucked out, cheeks flushed pink with his hair a mess, eyes wide and glassed over.  “Go ahead Mack, make her cum.” Will says from next to you and you nod slightly.  Mack yanks your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room before spreading your legs, shaky hands holding your thighs open.   He leans his head down to lick a stripe up your core, and you groan softly at the contact, glad to have someone finally touching you.  He moans softly into your pussy and you whine, the vibrations from his moan running through your body.  Your hands reach down to grip at his hair as he starts to poke his tongue out.  “Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbles softly before bringing his head back down.  

You can barely breathe with how overwhelming he’s being, he’s very obviously completely fucked out, practically making out with your core.  You’re so close already with how intense he’s being, you’ve never seen him like this. “Mack i’m fuck so close.” He looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he starts to suck on your clit.  “There you go Mack, good boy.” You hear Will say from next to you and your hips jump up, crying out as your orgasm washes over you.  You’re now pretty much riding Macklin’s face, shaking slightly as you ride out your orgasm.  “Fuck!” You say as Macklin doesn’t let up, overstimulating you.  “Mack please.” You say trying to move your hips away from him, but he doesn’t listen, continuing to eat you out.  He brings one of his hands up, pulling away to spit on his fingers before sinking one into you.  

“Oh God Macklin!” You cry throwing your head back, eyes squeezing shut.  Your hand reaches out, landing on Will’s thigh, digging your nails into him.  Your whole body is shaking as you feel Will grab one of your hands, holding it tightly. “That feels good baby? Being such a good girl for him.” You quickly feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and your grip on Will tightens.  “Gonna cum again!” You say with your eyes squeezed shut, barely able to think as Macklin makes you finish again.  He doesn’t ease up again and you start to feel tears fall from your eyes.  You feel his mouth quickly ripped away from you, and you open your eyes to see Will tightly gripping Macklin’s hair.  “Alright baby that’s enough, good job.” You can barely breath when you look at Mack.  His hair even messier now with Will’s fingers tightly laced in it, cheeks bright red, eyes lidded and mouth glistening.  “Sorry.” Mack says and Will smiles softly, releasing his grip on Mack’s hair. “It’s alright, her pussy just tastes so good doesn’t it?” Will says smirking at you and you watch as Macklin nods. You let your head fall against the pillow, feeling someone pull panties up your legs, before you feel a body lie next to you.  You crack your eyes open to see Mack laid right next to you, now fully dressed.  He smiles softly down at you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.  You smile softly setting your head on his chest.  “Congrats on your hat trick baby.”  You mumble out and he laughs softly.  “Thank you baby, best celly ever.”   

[willmackhughes]

too loud, macklin celebrini

pairing macklin celebrini x fem!reader warnings smut, subish!mack, riding, mentions of people being able to hear them but never confirmed wc 0.9k

the bed creaked loudly with every thrust of mack’s hips as he dove into you with constant thrusts, his hips smacking loudly against yours. but when he hit a specific familiar spongy spot, his head buried into your neck.

he pressed kiss after kiss along the column of your throat, one of his hands moving down from above your head to gently grip your chin between two fingers. his eyes remained open but unseeing as his swollen lips sucked yours in, his tongue pushing through them without a second thought.

both your dripping pussy and smooth bare legs felt so perfect wrapped around him, his mind lost somewhere in between the feelings coursing through his body and the taste of you melting on his tongue. 

he was loud and unstrained, his voice carrying around the room and through the gaps beneath his door. later when he’s in his right mind he’ll get embarrassed knowing that everyone on your floor could hear every sound he made. but right now as he was bucking into your sweet heat, he couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure rushing through his tensed body.

though unfortunately for you, you were more than well aware of not only his noises, but the headboard as it banged against the thin wall. which explains why you had to pull yourself away from mack, his head chasing yours as you turned your neck to the side and away from him.

“b-baby, what’re you-“ all complaints that mack was about to make fell onto deaf ears, his breath hitching in his throat. you used macklin’s distraction to catch him off guard, your body moving up and over him in a smooth turnover. and even though mack was more than strong enough to keep you under him, he didn’t want to. not when it meant you’d be on top of him, riding him just the way he loved.

“you’re too loud on top,” you said it in a know-it-all tone, as if it all made sense. and it did. but what wasn’t okay was the way you pulled off him, from his twitching cock, to turn your back to your boyfriend, your leg already lifting off of him to manoeuvre into the backwards cowboy position. 

mack tsked, his eyes wide and pleading as he shook his head in response to your now questioning glare, his voice came out perfectly to match the way he looked, “wanna see you.” a wave of goosebumps washed over your body and your cunt clutched around nothing. and you were certain that if it was possible you’d be leaking down your thighs. but you complied with his words, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock to guide it in the way you needed it to slowly lower yourself back down onto him.

the smacks sounded right away– loud and dirty. but since the headboard was no longer banging against the wall, it was enough for now. or so you thought. 

your legs already burned from the position macklin had you in, having already ridden him earlier in the morning. but every ache was worth the pretty noises it pulled from your boyfriend’s raw lips. his eyes half lidded with his pretty mouth open just enough for his sounds to come out unrestrained, his moans singing in constant gasps.

his knuckles were painted white due to the amount of pressure he used to grip the fat on your hips, his palms warm and slightly clammy as he guided your body up and down on him. and when he felt your body tense in his hands, and your legs tightening around his hips as you fought against his aided movements, his eyes snapped open. 

“w-why’d you stop?” he whined out as his big tear filled eyes stared up at you, his expression soft but needy. “you’re still too loud, mack.” but when he opened his mouth to complain your two hands moved from their spot in his thick thighs– one to wrap around his throat and the other to push deep between his lips.

when your fingers pressed down against the back of his tongue, mack didn't hesitate to start sucking, his tongue wet and loud as he sloppily lapped at them like a thirsted dog. and when your hips started moving against him once again, you nodded your head with a satisfied smirk. your move was effective.

you still felt how good you were making mack feel, but now no one else but yourself could hear it. no one could hear the way his noises sounded muffled around your fingers, nor could they hear his soft sniffles. 

his tears began falling and with nothing to catch them, they raced down his cheeks in unsteady paths, his cheeks damp and bright red. when your hand tightened around mack’s neck at the sight, his hips jerked up and his teeth accidentally grazed the side of your middle finger. not that you cared enough to reprimand him right now. 

so instead of saying anything, you just pushed your chest closer to him. you used your hold on his throat to carefully guide your upper body down, putting most of your weight into your knees. 

because while macklin loved having your hand around his throat, squeezing it, and controlling him just the way he needed you to. your big baby of a boyfriend was already stimulated enough to not need an extra thing on top, you didn’t want to overstimulate him. not yet, at least. 

“i’ve always known you were pretty…” you trailed off against his ear, your lips pressing a kiss against his earlobe before you gently nipped at it, “but there’s just something about the way you look with tears running down your face that gets me so heated-”

you didn’t care enough to warn mack with a teasing lick. instead, you flattened your tongue against his warm cheek, your eyes closing as the taste of his salty tears met your taste buds. “so fucking wet.”  

[willmackhughes]

Call Out My Name (W.S, M.C)

Title: Call Out My Name

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Poly! Relationship Will Smith x Reader x Macklin Celebrini

Part 2 of I Was Made For Loving You

This Series has at least one more part, not a lot of smut more angst for the next one

Summary: Macklin wants to take him and his boyfriend's relationship to the next level with the help of their girlfriend

Genre: SMUT!

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!!! THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE BUT THE EVENTS AND FEELINGS OF THIS BOOK ARE MADE UP!!!! THEY ARE NOT INTENDED TO BE MISTAKEN FOR FACT IN REAL LIFE!!!!

Warnings: Poly Relationship, MMF Relationship, MM sex, Dom/Sub relationship, heavy smut, being caught getting off, use of phrases like "take it", lots of teasing, first times, overstimulation, oral (m and f receiving and giving), unprotected sex, watching porn together,

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Please read the warnings, if this makes you uncomfortable do not read!!!

Macklin has been acting strangely, more so than normal.  Being more clingy than normal, blushing softly at any compliment being sent his way.  You tried to speak to him about it, wanting to make sure he’s good, but he just brushes you off about it, claiming he just “feels good”.  You laugh softly at that, but believe him that he’s all good.  Will notices his weird behavior as well, choosing to tease Macklin about it constantly.  You smile at the memory, shutting your car off in the parking garage, gathering all your belongings before making your way up to the apartment. 

When you unlock the door, it’s quiet, you knew Will was filming something with Bauer again, and Macklin had said he was gonna get lunch with some friends, so you were alone.  You furrow your brow at a sound coming out of the bedroom, sounding like moaning.  You place your stuff down on the kitchen table before making your way over to the bedroom. 

 The door is slightly ajar, and you peek your head in, and the sight you're met with has heat pooling between your legs.  Mack is spread out on the bed, phone in one hand, his other hand wrapped tightly around his cock, frantically moving his hand up and down, loud moans pouring from his lips.  Whatever he’s watching is playing out loud, loud sounds of skin slapping together and multiple voices moaning in the video.  “Hey, baby.” You call out, and you watch his head shoot up, dropping his phone in the process, quickly covering himself with the blanket.  “Holy shit, Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t think you’d be home yet.”  You smile, stepping through the doorway, shutting the door behind you.  When you get closer to him, you can see the video playing from his phone, and your eyes widen in shock. 

There are multiple people like you thought, a girl on the bottom with a man on top of her, but what shocks you is the other guy on top of him.  Macklin follows your eyes and quickly snatches his phone, clicking it off.  “It’s not what you think,”  He says loudly, and you giggle softly.  “Macklin, I have eyeballs. It’s exactly what I think.”  He flushes bright red and groans.  You sit down on the bed with him, bringing yourself right next to where he’s sitting.   “Why are you embarrassed?” You ask, and he groans, covering his face. 

 “'Cause it’s embarrassing.”  You roll your eyes, grabbing his arms, uncovering his face.  “Is that something you want, baby, with Will?”  You watch as he takes a deep breath before nodding.  “I think so, I don’t know.”  You smile softly. “Well, it must be if you’re watching that Macklin.”  He groans again, turning even more red.  “Yeah, maybe.” “Well, let me watch the video.”  Macklin’s eyes widen, and he stutters slightly before he answers.  “What? No, why would you watch it?”  You burst out laughing at his reaction before responding.  “I want to see what you were doing in my bed, touching yourself to come on.” You tease, and he bites his lip, before grabbing his phone, putting the video back on.  He puts the phone between his hands, setting it on his knee that’s still covered by the blanket.  You watch as the man on top plows into the other man, causing his hips to move into the girl under him. 

You had thought about this before, wondering how long it would take before one of them brings it up.  You bite your lip while watching the video, imagining Macklin on top of you, while Will is behind him fucking you through Macklin.  You bring your hand down between your legs, and Macklin’s eyes snap over to you.  “Uh, what are you doing?” He questions, and you moan, sinking a finger into yourself.  “Baby Will is going to kill both of us if you do that.” 

You ignore him, continuing to touch yourself, and his hand reaches over, grabbing your wrist.  “Macklin fuck off, watch the video.”  You whine, and he shakes his head.  “Let me touch you then. You know he won’t care if I do it”. He says, clicking his phone off, pulling the blanket off himself, before adjusting himself to kneel between your legs.

  “Can I fuck you, baby?’’ You nod rapidly, “Yes, please.” He smiles softly, before lining his cock up with you, slowly sinking into you.  You gasp, reaching your hands up to rest on his shoulders as he starts moving, thrusting into you.   “Feels so good, Macklin!” You cry as his cock drills into you, Macklin bringing his head down to lick around your neck, sucking the spot right above your collarbone.  “Fuck I’m not gonna last long. I was so close when you came in here,” Macklin whines.  You nod your head, “Me too, feels too good, Mack.”  His hand comes down to circle your clit, causing you to clench around his cock.  Your nails dig into his shoulders as you reach your orgasm, shaking underneath him.  He groans slightly, spilling into you before collapsing on top of you.  You lie there trying to catch your breath, and Macklin pulls out, rolling over next to you.  “Can we not tell Will about this yet?” Macklin asks, and you nod slowly.  “I’m not gonna say anything to him, baby, it needs to come from you.” Macklin smiles, placing a kiss on your lips,” Come on, we gotta get up. Someone has to use the bathroom”.  You roll your eyes but grab his outstretched hand. 

*Time Skip*

“Come on, boys, you’re gonna be late!” You yell from the couch as you check the time on your phone.  They have a game tonight, but of course, they’re running late.  You hear two pairs of feet running from the bedroom, and you laugh.  You’ve been ready for probably 15 minutes already, dressed in black jeans with your favorite Sharks shirt on, tapping your foot impatiently.  “Alright, let’s go,”  Will says as he grabs his keys from the table, motioning for you to follow him.  Macklin follows behind you, all of you speed walking to the car.  You guys go your separate ways when you arrive at the arena, finding the friends and family room. 

You don’t go to every home game; most of them you’re working during anyway, but you truthfully love to come to games.    Both Will and Mack are having an awesome game, Macklin being one goal away from his first hat trick, and with the way he’s playing tonight, you can imagine he’s gonna do it.  You watch holding your breath as Will passes the puck, and Macklin puts it right in the back of the net.  You stand up excitedly, jumping up and down, cheering.  

You watch the rest of his line skate over to him, patting him on the back, watching Will excitedly tap his head.  You see the hats start to be thrown all over the ice, and you cheer excitedly.   You watch as all the hats get cleaned off the ice, feeling the smile stay on your face the rest of the game.  They had lost the game, but no matter what, you knew how excited Mack would be, so you’re standing outside waiting for them with a smile gracing your face.  Of course, they are two of the last people again.  When you see them walk out of the door, both of them have a giant smile on their face, and you throw yourself into Macklin’s arms.  “Congratulations, Macklin.”  He giggles softly, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your temple.  “Thank you, baby.” He places you back down, and you pull Will into a hug as well.  “You played so good, too, Will, so proud of both of you.”  He smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.  “Thanks, Y/n.” “Let’s go back home, guys,” Will says, grabbing your hand.  

When you arrive back at home, the boys set their belongings down, and you walk over to your room.  You pull your shirt over your head, and your bra comes with it, before you pull one of Will’s shirts over your head.  You pull your pants down your legs, walk over to sit down at your vanity, and throw your hair into a bun. Will walks into the room after you, throwing himself onto the bed, as you start doing your skincare.  Macklin walks in shortly after, throwing himself next to Will.  You just finish applying your final product as you hear soft kissing noises from behind you.  You look at the bed from the mirror, seeing Will lying on top of Macklin, lips pressed together in a heated kiss.

  “Hey, you couldn’t wait for me?”  You say, turning around in your chair, glaring at them.  “Just get over here.”  Will spits out, and you quickly stand from your chair, making your way over to lie on the bed next to Macklin.  Will pulls away from Macklin, sitting back on his knees to look at the two of you.  “God, I am so lucky,”  Will says, smiling, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pushing your lips into Macklin’s.  You groan against his mouth, pushing your tongue into his mouth.  His tongue swipes yours slightly, before letting up, sucking on the tip of your tongue. 

 You let Will set you on Macklin’s lap, pressing yourself on top of his cock, slowly hardening underneath you.  You pull your mouth away, a string of spit forming between the two of you, and you take your thumb to wipe it away, Macklin sucking your thumb between his lips.  He’s looking up at you through lidded eyes, cheeks flushed, lips wrapped tightly around your thumb.  You press your finger down on his tongue, watching drool puddle on his tongue, spilling over his lips, running down his chin.  You lean down using your tongue to clean up the drool, before sucking his tongue into your mouth. 

 Mack’s hands move down to grip your hips, rolling your hips against his cock, a low groan spilling from his mouth.  “Why don’t you suck his cock, baby? I think he deserves a little reward, huh?”  Will questions and you nod, slowly readjusting yourself, so you’re lying on the bed, head by Macklin’s lap. You tug his sweatpants down, pulling his boxers down with them, gripping his cock in your hand.  You gather spit in your mouth, releasing it down onto the tip of his cock.  You lick the tip slightly before wrapping your lips around him, sinking all the way down on his cock.  You gag softly, spit falling onto his thighs.  You feel Will’s hand wrap in your hair, keeping your head down on Mack’s cock.  You feel the tears springing to your eyes, trying to breathe through your nose. “That’s it, baby, take it.” You swallow around him, hearing the groan fall from his lips.  You feel Will’s hand yank your head back, pulling you off Mack’s cock, spit running down your chin. 

You cough slightly, trying to catch your breath.  Will’s hand pulls your head over to him, pressing his lips into yours.  He breaks away rather quickly, looking over at Macklin, your eyes widening as you watch Will reach over to wrap his hand around Macklin’s cock.  Macklin groans softly, eyes watching Will’s hand as it moves slowly up and down.  Will looks over at you before he lowers his mouth down, sucking the tip of Mack’s cock into his mouth.  Your eyes meet Macklin’s intrigued before his eyes squeeze shut, his head falling back against the pillow.  You watch as Will hollows his cheeks, bobbing his head, sucking the length of Macklin’s cock into his mouth.  “Fuck Will.”  Mack croaks out, threading his fingers through Will’s hair.  Will groans around his cock, gagging slightly before pulling off. 

 “Fuck, Y/n, how do you do that?” You giggle slightly, leaning down to take Mack back in your mouth, Will’s hand holding him for you.  You can tell Mack is getting close when his hips keep slightly bucking up, forcing his cock further down your throat.  “Gonna cum.” Macklin whines out, and you gag as you feel his hand lace in your hair, pushing your head further down.  You feel his hips stutter slightly before you taste his cum fill your mouth.  You pull your head back to look over at Will, and he motions for you to come over to him.  You crawl over to him, pressing your lips to his, swapping Mack’s cum between your mouths. 

 You can feel the throbbing between your legs worsen, and you try to subtly squeeze your legs together.  You throw yourself over Will’s lap, slowly grinding yourself down onto him, but you feel his hand come up to grip your chin, and you whine.  “Tonight is not about you, baby, it’s about Macklin, yeah?” You nod slowly, and Will smiles at you.  “Macklin, what do you want tonight, baby?” Your head shoots over towards Mack, and his eyes meet yours, and you give him a reassuring smile.  “I uh-”  Macklin starts before he stops talking suddenly, and Will looks confused.  “What’s wrong?” Macklin takes a deep breath before continuing.  “I want you to fuck me, Will.” You watch as Macklin's cheeks flush as he stares up at Will, waiting for his response.  “Yeah?” Will asks, and Mack shyly nods.  “Words, baby,” Will says, and Mack whines before answering.  “Yes.”  Will rolls his eyes before crawling up the bed to sit next to Mack.

  “Baby, if this is something you want, you can tell me you don’t have to act all shy.” Macklin nods slowly before opening his mouth to speak again.  “Please Will I want you to fuck me.”  Will smiles at Mack, saying “good boy”, before pressing his lips to Mack’s.  “Have you ever done this before?”  Will asks, and Macklin turns even more red.  “Uh, I’ve done it to myself before, but never with anyone else.” Will raises his eyebrows. “Oh?” Will asks, and Macklin brings his hands up to cover his face.  “No, baby, don't hide from me,” Macklin whines, throwing his hands down.  “Don’t tease me, please,”  Mack whines out, and you giggle.  “Oh, he knows how to tease Mack.” You say, but quickly the smile is wiped off your face as Will glares at you.  “Watch your fucking mouth, baby, don’t think that I won’t stop what i’m doing right now to bend you over my knee and spank you till you’re crying,” Will says to you, and you shiver slightly.  

 “Tell me about it, baby, yeah?” Will says, and Mack whines.  “Uh, it was about a week ago.”  Your eyes widen, but Mack continues.  “I was at my apartment, actually, and I was uh- thinking about bringing it up with you, but I just wanted to try.”  Will smiles softly.   “Yeah? Did it feel good?” Mack shakes his head.  “Uh, it felt ok. I don’t think I did it right.”  Will rests his hand on Mack’s knee, rubbing it slowly.  “That’s alright, baby, I'll make you feel good.” You see Mack shiver, but he slowly nods.  “Lie back for me.” Macklin adjusts himself to lie fully back onto the pillow, and Will settles to sit between his legs.  You move up on the bed to sit up next to Macklin, grabbing his hand softly for reassurance.  You watch as Will opens the bottle of lube next to him on the bed, squirting some of it on his fingers.

  “Tell me if it hurts or anything, baby, ok?”  Will asks, and Macklin nods, “I will”.  Will smiles before bringing one of his fingers to circle his hold, slowly pushing one finger in.  You watch as Macklin tenses up slowly, so you rest your hand on his knee, rubbing it softly, gripping his hand tighter.  “You alright?” Will asks, and Mack nods, “Yeah, I'm alright, just a little uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt.” Will nods before slowly starting to move his finger in and out.  Macklin finally stops tensing so hard, softly letting out little groans, gripping your hand tightly.  Macklin’s eyes squeeze shut as you see Will add another finger, working him open.  You watch as Will angles his fingers upwards and Macklin cries out suddenly, folding in on himself.  “Oh my fucking God!” Macklin cries out, and Will smirks at him.  “Yeah? Right there?” Will asks, and Mack nods frantically.  “Yeah, right there, please!”  Will speeds his fingers up, making sure to keep his fingers angled upwards. 

Macklin starts to squirm, and Will reaches his hand up, gripping his thigh to keep him in place.  “God, please, I’m ready, just fuck me.” Will looks amused, but he nods.  “Alright, I can fuck you if you think you’re ready, but tell me if you need me to stop.” “I’ll let you know.”  Will smiles, and you watch as he hesitates for a second.  “What’s wrong?” You ask, and he laughs softly.  “I-uh, do I need a condom? When I was looking this up, I don’t think this came up.”  You laugh softly, looking over at Macklin. “I didn’t know you looked this up, Will,” You say, and it’s Will’s turn to blush.  “I mean, I definitely thought it would come up eventually, so it’s better to be prepared.” You smile softly before Macklin answers.  “Uh, I don’t think so, I mean I can’t get pregnant and I’m clean besides, I-” Macklin starts but quickly cuts himself off, blushing.  “You what?”  Will teases, and Macklin whines softly.  “I want to feel you.” Will smiles softly. “Alright, no condom then.” 

Will grabs the bottle of lube from the bed again, putting some on his cock before kneeling between Mack’s legs.  “Let me know if you need me to stop.” Macklin nods quickly, gripping your hand tightly again.  Will grabs his cock, lining it up, before slowly pushing in.  You watch the slight grimace form on Macklin’s face, eyes squeezing shut.  “You alright, Mack?” You question, brushing hair off his forehead.  He nods slowly, trying to relax a little bit, watching as Will rolls his hips slightly, trying to let him adjust.

 “Holy shit.” Mack whines, arm reaching over to grab your arm, nails digging into your skin.  “Can I move?” Will asks, and Mack nods his head. “God, please.” Will readjusts himself slightly before starting to thrust into him.  You watch as Mack’s jaw falls open, eyes rolling back in his eyes, and you squeeze your legs together. You knew that Mack was absolutely gorgeous, but seeing him like this has your breath catching in your throat.  Your focus moves over towards Will; he’s only ever fucked you before this, so you had no idea how hot he looked.  His cheeks are pink, his jaw clenched, and he has such a tight grip on Mack that you watch the way his biceps flex every time he pulls Mack’s hips towards him.  You watch as he swears under his breath, eyes focused on Macklin’s face.  “So good,” Macklin cries out, releasing his grip on you to grab Will’s biceps.

“Yeah? Feel good, baby?”  Will teases, but you don’t even think Mack can think straight, nails digging into Will’s arm, mouth thrown open with moans being ripped from his throat.  You could tell that in the beginning, Will was holding back, but he’s starting to lose himself a little bit.  His grip tightens slightly on Mack’s hips, readjusting himself slightly to thrust harder into him.  “Oh fuck Will I’m gonna cum.” Macklin cries out, and Will looks over at you, grabbing your hand and placing it on Mack’s cock.  You wrap your hand around him, squeezing slightly, watching his hips buck up into your hand.  You feel his cock twitch, and suddenly he reaches his orgasm, shaking and bucking into your hand. You can tell Will isn’t far behind him as his hips start to stutter and a loud groan falls from his lips.   

Will rolls off of Macklin, lying next to him on the bed, the only sounds in the room being their heavy breathing. You bring your hand up to brush Macklin’s hair off his forehead, before running your hand through his hair.  “You alright, baby?” You ask, and Macklin doesn’t even open his eyes, just nodding softly.  You giggle softly, leaning down to place a kiss on his cheek.  “Wait, what about you?” Mack murmurs, and you look down at him, confused. “What about me, baby?” He sits up slowly, setting his hand on your knee.  “You didn’t get to cum, baby.” You smile softly.  “It’s alright, don’t worry about me.” He cuts you off, rolling himself over to lie between your legs.  “No, you need to cum too.” You look over at Will, rolling your eyes at the amused look on his face. 

“Mack, seriously, you look like you’re gonna pass out. I’m fine, I promise.” He shakes his head, grabbing your knees.  “No, please let me make you cum, want to eat your pussy, please.” Macklin says looking up at you and you feel yourself clench slightly at the sight of him.  He’s completely fucked out, cheeks flushed pink with his hair a mess, eyes wide and glassed over.  “Go ahead Mack, make her cum.” Will says from next to you and you nod slightly.  Mack yanks your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room before spreading your legs, shaky hands holding your thighs open.   He leans his head down to lick a stripe up your core, and you groan softly at the contact, glad to have someone finally touching you.  He moans softly into your pussy and you whine, the vibrations from his moan running through your body.  Your hands reach down to grip at his hair as he starts to poke his tongue out.  “Tastes so fucking good.” He mumbles softly before bringing his head back down.  

You can barely breathe with how overwhelming he’s being, he’s very obviously completely fucked out, practically making out with your core.  You’re so close already with how intense he’s being, you’ve never seen him like this. “Mack i’m fuck so close.” He looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he starts to suck on your clit.  “There you go Mack, good boy.” You hear Will say from next to you and your hips jump up, crying out as your orgasm washes over you.  You’re now pretty much riding Macklin’s face, shaking slightly as you ride out your orgasm.  “Fuck!” You say as Macklin doesn’t let up, overstimulating you.  “Mack please.” You say trying to move your hips away from him, but he doesn’t listen, continuing to eat you out.  He brings one of his hands up, pulling away to spit on his fingers before sinking one into you.  

“Oh God Macklin!” You cry throwing your head back, eyes squeezing shut.  Your hand reaches out, landing on Will’s thigh, digging your nails into him.  Your whole body is shaking as you feel Will grab one of your hands, holding it tightly. “That feels good baby? Being such a good girl for him.” You quickly feel another orgasm creeping up on you, and your grip on Will tightens.  “Gonna cum again!” You say with your eyes squeezed shut, barely able to think as Macklin makes you finish again.  He doesn’t ease up again and you start to feel tears fall from your eyes.  You feel his mouth quickly ripped away from you, and you open your eyes to see Will tightly gripping Macklin’s hair.  “Alright baby that’s enough, good job.” You can barely breath when you look at Mack.  His hair even messier now with Will’s fingers tightly laced in it, cheeks bright red, eyes lidded and mouth glistening.  “Sorry.” Mack says and Will smiles softly, releasing his grip on Mack’s hair. “It’s alright, her pussy just tastes so good doesn’t it?” Will says smirking at you and you watch as Macklin nods. You let your head fall against the pillow, feeling someone pull panties up your legs, before you feel a body lie next to you.  You crack your eyes open to see Mack laid right next to you, now fully dressed.  He smiles softly down at you, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.  You smile softly setting your head on his chest.  “Congrats on your hat trick baby.”  You mumble out and he laughs softly.  “Thank you baby, best celly ever.”   

[willmackhughes]

i always think abt luke + mating press 🫠

[Breeding kink themes]

It feels like you’re lying in a puddle of your own sweat, heat sheathing your body as droplets drip from Luke’s chest above you. You can’t imagine how he’s still holding out, but he seems to enjoy your palms clasping his face, his eyes shifting between your eyes and breasts that jolt with every hard thrust inside you. It’s not quiet by any means, wet skin making ‘plap’ sounds in a carnal rhythm, your thighs burning as your calves rest over his broad shoulders and you know his thighs burn twice as much with this position. But it feels incredible. He’s huffing and groaning with how deep he can slide in, burrowing into the unexplored crevices and filling them with his cock while his chest tightens with greed as he watches your jaw fall open and release little gasps - the only thing you can muster out as your mind goes fuzzy and voice disappears in the pleasure.

“You okay, angel? Pretty quiet down there.” Luke grunts with a teasing smirk, his cheekiness never resting.

His arms tremble but the adrenaline in his system drives his hips consistently, his cheeks red and curls stuck to his face as his dick slams to the back of your cervix loudly. Your eyes barely open, vision bleary through the tears coating and welling on your waterline. Even like this, he’s beautiful. Even with the bed hitting the wall behind you and with sweat pouring down his temples, he’s glowing. Biceps tense and showing off all those days in the gym, veins bulging out his neck and arms. Godly.

“Ssshut the fuck up, oh fuck-” You breathe out, offering him a weak smile as waves of euphoria ripple through you harshly, Luke drawing back and thrusting in deep until he hits a spot of heaven, a spongy spot where excitement and desire hits you like a brick and your eyes widen to roll back. The voice that’s been pushed back by his hunger flushes to the front of your throat, moaning out wantonly, “Right there, Lu, right there!”

Irritation comes in the form of an aphrodisiac, he’s teasing when he chuckles at your submission, deeming you a weak woman under his body. You want to shut him up, flip him over and bounce on him until he cries and begs for mercy but it’s you whose cunt is being destroyed with his brutal thrusts. It’s your stomach that feels so tight and on the verge of releasing, but you don’t want to, not yet, you need to feel him against your walls more, memorise every ridge you can.

“What? Here?” Luke pulls back and roughly bucks back in, in one motion and slips inside with wet ease, grunting loudly and your back arches on impact. Jaw falling wide open and eyes screwing shut, a sharp moan erupts as your pussy swallows him whole, dumbing you as his half-lidded gaze makes your heart race. “You should see your face, baby. You’re so hot.”

“Speak for yourself, every-every time I see you, I get hornier.” You blubber out, breathless and brushing his hair over his forehead. 

Luke leans down, as best he can with his position but you lean up to meet him half way, your lips slotting with his to share a chaste kiss, your hands sliding to hold his shoulders tight, nails digging into his skin and feeling his muscles contract with each drive into you.

You both know you don’t look amazing, you’re sweating, covered in arousal and pre-cum, hair wet and stuck to skin but the way your pussy suctions his cock compensates. He could never look bad to you, and you’ll never look bad to him, and that’s why his pace increases to a vehement thrusting, giving your body no chance for rest and sliding along the mattress as he fucks you with vigour. His stomach’s tight, close to his high but you’re warm, so warm and squeezing his cock it’s intoxicating. You’re sputtering out his name in whines and whimpers, letting raw moans fill the room and if it’s possible for Luke to grow harder by your noises alone, he’s definitely doing so.

His eyebrows pull tight, voice rumbly but almost whiny as his pelvis meets yours. “Don’t wanna stop, y/n, I don’t wanna stop. Squeezing me and it feels like fucking heaven.” 

That’s enough. Fulfilling. Enough words and praise your body needs to hear for your composure to slip and the pressure you’ve been holding in your lower stomach to spill out completely, coating his cock white. It's a sense of relief that rattles through you, an orgasm that makes you groan out and see stars with a mind dizzy and legs shaking over his shoulders. The best part isn’t over for you; you’re emptying out and wrapping his dick in cum but he’s rutting and the ‘plap plap plap’ songs created by your bodies riles his pace up. 

You grip his jaw with your hands, forcing eye contact as you pant and whimper out to him, curl your toes, and let him use your pussy as his toy.

“Then don’t. Fuck’s sake, don’t stop, Lu. Don’t stop until you’re empty, fill me up, babe. Give me your kids, God, fucking please let me carry your babies.” Your mouth spills out the words with tears dribbling down your cheeks, the uncontrollable need to be plugged until you’re leaking. 

Luke adores it, understanding the assignment until the knot inside his stomach snaps and floods warmth inside you, giving his hips the last few slower rolls before taking your legs (one at a time) off his shoulders and lowering himself onto your chest, panting heavily, nestled inside you and spilling until he’s soft. You wrap your arms around his chest, fingers threading through his hair and praising him gently with light back scratches. It’s bliss, a messy and sticky bliss but being tangled up couldn’t feel better than this.

[willmackhughes]

NO DETOUR TOO FAR

requested: yes | req: dating quinn comes with getting the most random calls from jack and luke all the time because you’re the older sister they never had — but when one night luke and jack call you and tell you how everything’s going to shit in jersey because they’re both injured now, you and quinn get on a plane to help both of them, without a second thought.

pairing: quinn hughes x f!reader

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, found family, domestic.

warnings: emotional vulnerability, mild injury descriptions, a few curse words (optional and mild), mentions of post-surgery recovery.

summary: dating quinn means loving him deeply but it also means becoming the older sister jack and luke never had. from random late-night cooking calls to emotional hockey check-ins, they’ve slowly become part of your heart, too. so when both brothers suffer injuries that threaten more than just their seasons, you and quinn don’t hesitate for a second. you catch the first flight to new jersey, armed with fluffy pancakes, jasmine tea, and the kind of love that never needs to be spoken to be understood.

fia’s note: dearest to my lovely readers, i’ve decided i’m going to start calling you all my sweet tomatoes because why not? it’s cute, and honestly, it fits the vibe 🍅💌 this fic was actually a request from back in may (i know, i know, it’s been a minute 😭), but i finally got around to finishing it, and i really hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. sending love always, xx.

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“Quinn,”

“Sometimes I think Jack and Luke are the little brothers I never knew I needed,” you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

The mug in your hands, your feet were tucked under you on the plush couch, and Quinn’s arm rested comfortably over your shoulders.

Quinn chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through his chest.

“They think of you like that too, you know. Jack’s always asking if you’re coming to the next family thing. And Luke? He’s got this weird sixth sense for when something’s off with us. Like if you don’t show up to a game or miss a FaceTime, he’s convinced I screwed up somehow.”

You laughed into your tea.

“He’s not entirely wrong to suspect you.”

Quinn rolled his eyes, feigning offense. “I never do anything wrong.”

“Oh, really? That time you forgot our anniversary?” you teased, arching a brow.

He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch.

“Okay, one time.”

“One very memorable time,” you shot back, smirking.

He gave you a playful nudge, but the moment softened into something quieter, more intimate.

“Seriously, though,” he said, his voice gentle.

“They love you. You make it easy for them. You pick up every call, even the one where Jack asked how to boil broccoli at 1 a.m.”

You snorted, the memory vivid. “He said it was ‘urgent.’ Like life-or-death broccoli.”

“Don’t forget Luke’s emergency brownies,” Quinn added, grinning.

“He’s still convinced yours are magic.”

“I told him to wait eleven minutes before checking on them. He peeked at nine. Rookie mistake.”

You leaned into Quinn’s side, your heart swelling at the thought of the Hughes brothers. Jack would always calling you for everything from fashion advice to how to fix a botched smoothie. Luke’s quieter, more thoughtful check-ins, texting you about laundry detergent because it ‘smelled like home.’ They’d woven themselves into your life in the same effortless, comforting way family does, a messy, ridiculous, and irreplaceable.

Your phone rang on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with Jack’s name. It wasn’t unusual for Jack to call at odd hours, but something about the late hour made your stomach twist faintly.

You picked up before the second ring.

“Hey, Jacky. What’s up?”

His voice on the other end wasn’t the usual boisterous hum you’d grown used to. It was almost like a low, tired, and fragile.

“Hey… how are you and Q?”

You sat up straighter, concern creeping in.

“We’re good. About to head to the store for some groceries. You okay?”

There was a pause, too long for Jack, who usually filled every silence with a quip or a story. Then he exhaled, a shaky sound.

“Not really. Luke and I… we’re both out. Shoulder surgeries. Both of us. It’s… it’s been rough. For both of us.”

Your heart sank. You glanced at Quinn, whose expression had shifted to one of quiet alarm, his hand tightening slightly on your shoulder as he leaned in to listen.

“Are you… are you guys coming to Jersey anytime soon?”

Jack asked, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“I know it’s a lot, but it’s been bad. Luke’s trying to act chill, but I can tell he’s not. And I just… I don’t know. Thought maybe seeing you both might help.”

Your voice was steady, even as your chest ached.

“We’ll be there tomorrow morning.”

Jack’s breath hitched on the other end.

“Wait… seriously? Just like that?”

“Of course, Jack. Don’t be silly. You guys are family.”

You hung up and turned to Quinn, who was already on his feet, grabbing his phone.

“We’re going,” you said, not a question but a statement.

“Already booking the flights,” he replied, his fingers flying over his phone screen.

“Let’s pack and head to the airport tonight.”

Five hours later, with barely enough sleep and two carry-ons stuffed with essentials, your homemade pancake mix, a few of Quinn’s games for the boys, and a small tin of your ‘magic’ brownie recipe, you and Quinn landed in New Jersey just as the sun began to rise.

The Uber driver dropped you off outside Jack and Luke’s shared apartment, you pulled out the spare key Jack had insisted you keep ‘In case of emergencies… or if I lock myself out again’, gave it to Quinn and pushed open the door quietly.

Jack and Luke’s apartment smelled like burnt, probably Jack’s latest attempt at ‘cooking.’ You smiled despite yourself, but the sight in the living room stopped you in your tracks.

Jack and Luke were sprawled across the couch, both fast asleep, their slung-up shoulders propped awkwardly on pillows. Jack’s mouth was slightly open, a faint snore escaping, while Luke’s head was tilted at an angle that couldn’t possibly be comfortable. Their faces, even in sleep, carried a weight of vulnerable, exhausted, and unmistakably young.

You set your bag down gently, motioning for Quinn to unpack the essentials in the guest room while you tied your hair up and headed for the kitchen. You knew the drill. Flour, eggs, baking powder, a pinch of salt. The butter sizzled in the pan, and the familiar sound of mixing batter and flipping pancakes. You drizzled honey over each one, just the way Jack and Luke liked them, the golden syrup catching the light.

“You’re here,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep and relief.

“I told you we would be,”

You said, crossing the kitchen to pull him into a careful side hug, mindful of his shoulder.

“Go sit. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Quinn emerged from the guest room just as Luke shuffled in, rubbing his eyes with his good hand.

“Smells like your pancakes,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s because they are,” you replied.

“Come on, sit.”

The four of you gathered at the small dining table, plates stacked with warm pancakes and a pot of jasmine tea in the center. For a moment, no one spoke, just the soft clinks of forks against plates and the slow, deliberate chewing of warm food.

Jack broke the silence first.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted, staring at his plate.

“Like… not just physically. But like I let everyone down. The team. The fans. Ourselves.”

Luke swallowed, his eyes fixed on his mug.

“Yeah. I keep thinking I could’ve done something different. Dodged a hit, maybe. Or… I don’t know. I just feel useless.”

You reached across the table, placing your hand over both of theirs, your grip firm but gentle.

“Do you know how proud we are of you?” you said, your voice thick with emotion.

“You’ve been playing this game since you could barely walk. You’ve given your heart to it, every single day. A surgery doesn’t change that. It doesn’t change who you are.”

Quinn nodded, his expression steady but fierce.

“She’s right. This isn’t the end of anything. It’s just a detour. You’re still Jack and Luke Hughes, and you’re still two of the best people we know.”

You squeezed their hands.

“You’re not just hockey players. You’re good men. Kind, funny, loving little brothers we both adore. And if all you ever did was call us at 2 a.m. to ask how to boil broccoli again, we’d still be proud.”

Jack’s eyes glistened, and he looked away quickly, trying to hide it. Luke wasn’t as subtle a single tear slipped down his cheek, and he wiped it away with the back of his good hand, a small, sheepish smile breaking through.

“I wish you guys could stay until we’re better,” Luke mumbled, his voice barely audible.

You exchanged a glance with Quinn, your heart aching at the vulnerability in Luke’s words.

“We wish we could, too,” you said softly.

“But we’ll be here as long as we can. And when we’re not…”

Quinn leaned in, his voice warm but firm.

“We’ll FaceTime everyday if you want. Or every other day. Four times a week minimum. Deal?”

Jack and Luke both nodded, their smiles returning slowly, tentative but real. For now, the surgeries, the rehab, the disappointment they could wait. Because this? This was family.

One evening, as the four of you sat on the couch with a pile of blankets and a muted hockey game on in the background, Jack turned to you.

“You know, I was kinda joking when I asked you to come. I didn’t think you’d actually drop everything.”

You raised an eyebrow,

“And miss the chance to nag you in person? Never.”

Luke laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in days.

“You’re stuck with us now, you know. No escaping.”

Quinn draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“Good. We wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Days turned into a week, you and Quinn helped the boys navigate their new routines from physical therapy appointments, medication schedules, and the occasional emotional breakdown. You taught Jack how to make a proper smoothie (no more blending entire bananas with the peel on), and you sat with Luke during his quieter moments, letting him talk when he was ready and staying silent when he wasn’t.

When it was time to head back to Vancouver, the goodbye was harder than you expected. Jack hugged you tightly, his good arm squeezing you like he didn’t want to let go. Luke with his hug was just as fierce, his face buried in your shoulder for a moment longer than usual.

“Call us,”

You said, pointing at them as you and Quinn stood in the doorway.

“Anytime. For anything.”

“Even broccoli emergencies?” Jack asked, a glimmer of his old mischief returning.

“Especially broccoli emergencies,” you replied, grinning.

As the door closed behind you, you felt Quinn’s hand slip into yours, his grip so steady.

“You’re pretty good at this big sister thing,” he said quietly.

You smiled, leaning into him as you walked toward the Uber.

“Only because I’ve got the best partner in crime.”

Flight home, both of you lost in thought. You knew Jack and Luke would be okay but more than that, they had you and Quinn, and that was a bond no injury could break.

[willmackhughes]

ok spam incoming, first up: quinn hughes with a size kink (i know he is the shortest hughes but i’m picturing this as him with like a REALLY tiny gf so maybe the size kink is like a new experience for him and he quickly realizes that he loves it)

warnings: SIZE KINK, unprotected p in v, fingering, munching (over spandex & panties), oral m!receiving, facials. really hitting all the quinn hughes classics here. panties stay ON during sex (pulled to the side) (they also magically disappear sometime between sex and getting in the shower afterward so like... plot hole, but ignore it because i don't want to fix it) (new panty idea: ones that dissolve in water like that video of the raccoon trying to wash his cotton candy) pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader (5'0") wc: 3,540

once again, i didn't follow the request exactly, but i hope y'all can forgive me. this is where the vision went. title from tate mcrae's song/tour. i think you'll find it's very apt.

“Stop walking so fast!” you call after Quinn. You finish fixing the strap of your heel and hustle to catch up to him. Although the walk sign is on at the crosswalk, he stopped and waited for you. How kind. 

The red glow from the stoplight tints Quinn’s face. He grins at you, almost chuckling. “I can’t help it. It’s not my fault your legs are so short, baby.”

You glare at him, slipping your hand into his and squeezing it. “You’re so mean to me.”

Quinn gasps and squeezes your hand in return. “Never,” he teases.

Together, you continue the walk back from Rogers. You and Quinn attended the Tate McRae concert tonight and you, of course, wanted to dress up. You wore one of Quinn’s jerseys over cotton booty shorts, the sweater practically swallowing you with your size difference. 

The outfit is fire, but your shoes are killing you– high heels with long straps that wrap around your calves and cross over each other, crawling up to your knee before you tie them. They’re cute shoes and you never get to wear them, so you thought ‘Why not?’

There are a couple of pros for these shoes: 1. They’re cute, like you said, and 2. Quinn loves them. 

The singular con outweighs the pros: the heels are not comfortable. You were fine on the walk over and full of energy during the opening set, but once you’d been on your feet for an hour, you grew tired. Your heels and the balls of your feet are killing you, a dull pressure disappearing and reappearing with each step you take. 

Before long, Quinn starts to pull away again. He’s wearing his Air Forces, jeans, and a black t-shirt. He’s the picture of comfort, whereas you’re showing out for this show. His distance represents the sacrifice you made for looking good: your ability to keep up with your boyfriend.

Quinn approaches another crosswalk, the signal flashing numbers: 10… 9… 8…

He tries to hurry you, apparently under the impression that you can make it across four lanes in eight seconds, but you halt and refuse to budge. You lean against the streetlight after hitting the button to cross, unlacing your heels.

Quinn balks at you. “What are you doing?” he asks. “You’re not walking home barefoot.”

“Well, I’m not walking home in these shoes,” you respond, kicking off one shoe and moving to the next. 

Quinn opens his mouth to argue, but he’s interrupted by a fan who wants a picture. You were expecting this. That’s why you hung out in the Aquilini suite until most people had cleared out. Quinn appreciates the fans, but he hates when they interrupt his time with you. You’re unbothered by it, even grateful that this fan bought you some time to get this other shoe off.

You loop the straps around each other in a loose knot and throw the shoes over your shoulder, standing flat on the pavement and nearly sighing from the feel of the cool concrete against your aching appendages. You sidle up next to Quinn, the top of your head coming up only to his neck without your tall shoes, and wait patiently for him to send the fan on their way.

“Much better,” you tell Quinn with a subtle beam, bouncing up on your toes to give him a quick peck.

He frowns, despite returning the kiss, and looks down at your feet. “What if you step on something?”

“It’s only another two blocks,” you reply with a wave of your hand, brushing his concern off. “I’ll be okay.”

Quinn’s disapproval deepens. Now he’s the one refusing to budge, even though the walk sign has turned on again and the crowd of people around you has surged forward. 

“Baby, c’mon, I’m fine. I just want to get home.” You take Quinn’s hand and tug it, stepping off the curb. 

He comes with you, lingering a step behind you until you’re on the other side of the road. He seems to accept your determination to get home, humming one of Tate’s catchy songs as you walk.

The night has grown dark, but the streets of Vancouver are still bustling with people and cars. You have to dip around and dodge people as you walk, holding tightly to Quinn’s hand as he takes the lead and makes space for you to follow.

On a misstep, your foot lands squarely in a dirty puddle. You feel the water splash up as far as the back of your knee, jaw dropping in surprise and disgust as soon as it happens. An indignant whine leaves your mouth, which makes Quinn stop.

You’re less than 300 feet from home, literally so close to the door to the lobby, and your leg is splattered with mucky liquid, a drop rolling down your shin.

Your shoulders sag and you sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The corners of Quinn’s lips lift. You know what he’s thinking (“I told you so”), but you don’t expect him to turn around and squat slightly. “Hop on,” Quinn says, beckoning you towards him in the awkward position. “I’ll give you a ride the rest of the way.”

A smile grows on your face. “Aww, a piggy back ride? You are a good boyfriend.”

Quinn laughs, taking your weight easily. His arms loop beneath your thighs, holding you in place, and you throw your arms over his shoulders. “You thought I wasn’t?”

“You kept leaving me,” you say, an edge of teasing in your voice. You flick the shell of Quinn’s ear and kiss the side of his neck, shifting with each step he takes. Your mouth is right next to his ear as you continue in a low, seductive voice, “I think sometimes you forget how much smaller I am than you.”

Those are the magic words.

Quinn stiffens, falling out of step for only a second.

You act like you didn’t notice, leaving another soft kiss on Quinn’s neck before he pulls open the door to the lobby. You wave at the security guard behind his desk, wishing him a good night. 

Quinn sets you down gently in the elevator after he hit the button to your floor, turning and cornering you against the back wall. 

Your arms snake around his neck again, making Quinn bend a bit further to get on your level. “I like it when you carry me,” you tell him. “It’s so much easier to get my mouth on you.”

Quinn bites down on his bottom lip and releases a quiet chuckle. “You know what I like?” Quinn asks.

You have a feeling, but you play along. “What?”

Quinn hovers near your lips, his warm gaze trapping you in place. “I like that I could pick you up and fuck you against this wall and barely break a sweat.”

Your stomach drops, pulse quickening at his mere words.

Finally alone, the side of Quinn that only you get to see starts to emerge. “You’re so… delicate,” he murmurs. His fingertips skate along the neckline of his jersey, your chest rising and falling rapidly. A smirk overtakes Quinn’s lips. “Just begging to be manhandled, aren’t you?”

His thumb brushes the hollow of your neck and you let out a small noise, a wanting whimper. 

“Yeah,” Quinn breathes out, a belittling confirmation. “You are.”

The elevator dings and the doors open. 

Quinn sneaks a hand around your back and presses his fingers into the small of your back, guiding you down the hall to your shared apartment. His touch is casual, but you feel the intention behind it.

Your heart races as you enter the dark foyer, beelining for the bedroom as Quinn toes his shoes off. You put your heels away in your closet, ready to remove Quinn’s jersey and take a quick rinse in the shower before bed. 

Quinn catches you as you exit the closet, circling your wrist with his fingers and tugging you close to his body. Your hands automatically end up on his chest.

“Where are you going?” Quinn asks.

“Bathroom,” you reply, trying to turn in his grasp.

Quinn clicks his tongue and lifts you, carrying you to the bed and laying atop you. His fingers slide beneath the jersey you haven’t taken off yet, tickling your sides. “I don’t think so,” he says. “I want to play with you for a minute, baby.” Quinn’s head disappears under the hem of your top, placing gentle kisses over your stomach. His digits travel further up, reaching past the cups of your bra and pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

You quiver on the bed, legs spread with one foot planted on the bed, the other dangling off the edge. One hand goes to your hair and the other covers Quinn’s hand on your breast, feeling his knuckles bend with each swipe of his touch and roll of your skin. 

His left hand goes to your bent knee, palming the underside of your thigh and pushing your leg to your chest. 

You fold, his hand keeping you in place as his mouth trails lower. His lips glance over the soft fabric of your shorts, kisses nearing your pulsating and covered hole.

Quinn’s tongue darts out and flicks over the seam of your shorts, wetting the fabric near your entrance. 

You jump at the sensation, surprised by Quinn’s daring.

He smiles and mouths over your heat again, licking a long stripe up your clothed slit and swirling his tongue around your clit. He hums, then blows cool air over the damp fabric. His hooded eyes find your face as his lips circle your clit again, suckling softly until you’re squirming.

“Quinn,” you squeal when his fingers start to rub against your hole, massaging your cunt as his lips tug at your clit. 

He wiggles his tongue against the sensitive bud, eyebrows dancing in time with his movements.

You release a moan by accident, the sound coming strangled from your throat. 

Quinn pulls from your clit with a wet pop, teeth bared in a wide smile. “Can taste you through your shorts, baby.” He kisses your slit and brings his hands to the band of your bottoms, inching them down your legs until he can take them off and throw them to the side. He seals his mouth over your clit again, audibly sucking the bud through your thin lace thong. The sensation is intensified by the thin barrier between your body and his tongue, your back automatically arching off the bed when he gently nibbles the sensitive spot. 

“Quinn, Quinn,” you moan, one of your hands finding his hair and fisting the locks. 

He smiles as you grind against his tongue, his thumb caressing the strip of fabric that covers your hole before dipping beneath it and pressing inside of you.

“Oh,” you mewl. Your hips gyrate faster, the flat of Quinn’s tongue held fast against your clit. 

Quinn pumps his thumb inside of you, drawing his tongue away and replacing it with his fingers. His mouth kisses back up your stomach, free hand pushing your jersey up until you take the hint and help him remove it, leaving you in just your bra and panties. He leaves a wet trail between your breasts, tonguing over your neck before filling your mouth with the muscle.

You whimper, both of your hands tangling in his messy brown curls. 

Quinn pulls his thumb from your entrance and replaces it with his two middle fingers, panties pulled to the side. “So wet, so responsive,” Quinn mutters, pecking your lips before he begins the journey back to your breasts. “You’re just begging to be split open on my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

“Please fuck me,” you implore, tugging Quinn’s hair.

He winces at a particularly harsh tug, but uses his free hand to unclasp your bra and remove it. Quinn sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until it’s pebbled and puckered. “I want to be everywhere all at once,” he says, switching to the other nipple and repeating his ministrations. “Can’t decide if I want to cover this tiny body with marks or if I want to kiss you while I stuff you full.”

“Whatever you want, whatever, I don’t care.” You clench down on his fingers, chasing the feeling that’s building in the pit of your stomach.

Quinn smirks into your sternum, peppering kisses along your smooth skin. “All mine,” he simpers. He fits his mouth over your collarbone and bites down, leaving a red mark behind when he pulls away. “Mine to play with.” He sucks another mark over your pulse point. “Mine to please.”

“You really like that I wore your jersey today, huh?” you question breathlessly.

Quinn pulls back and eyes you, failing to hold back a fond smile. “It looked like a dress on you.”

“Everything of yours is big on me,” you reply. You pull his t-shirt over his head, placing it in a pile on the nightstand. “I love it.”

“I love it,” Quinn repeats, removing his fingers from your heat and quietly shushing you when you open your mouth, ready to complain about the emptiness inside of you. He frees his cock from his boxers, tossing them across the room. He wraps his hand, fingers wet with your slick, around his length and starts to pump it, thumbing over the slit and spreading the precum that blurted from it. He leans over your body, one hand holding himself up beside your head. His lips brush yours. “Love seeing you wrapped up in my clothes, baby.”

His cockhead lines up with your entrance, the slick slide of his thick member entering your tight hole making your eyes roll back. “Fuck, Quinn,” you sigh, placing a hand flat on his chest.

Quinn ducks his head, pressing kisses in the crook of your neck. He guides one of your legs over his shoulder, then the other, until there’s a healthy stretch in your hamstrings and his cock reaches deep inside of you. You cross your ankles behind his head and Quinn places a kiss on your lips before he thrusts inside you completely, his tip hitting your cervix.

You feel like he’s reaching into your stomach and scrambling your insides as his pace picks up, as the sharp sounds of skin hitting skin and wet pussy swallowing thick cock fills the room. The pillows are soft beneath your head, the mixture of your and Quinn’s breath steaming up the space between your faces. 

“You take it so well,” Quinn compliments with a grunt, looking between your bodies at the place where you meet. 

You follow his line of sight, eyelids fluttering with each thrust into your sweet spot.

“Fucking perfect,” Quinn continues. “Such a tight pussy, feels so good around me.”

You moan and capture Quinn’s mouth, teeth knocking together as he pounds into you, driving you towards orgasm. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you whine in a high pitched voice, the sounds escaping you almost pornographic in nature.

Quinn brings his hand to your core, the four fingers of his left hand flying over your clit. Your eyes roll back and spots dance in the darkness, stomach in knots until one final thrust has you contracting around Quinn’s cock. Your body shakes and quivers and trembles beneath him, muscles tight and stiff before they all relax at once and your orgasm travels through you like an electric shock. Quinn continues to rub your clit and fuck you, prolonging your orgasm and murmuring under his breath, “Yeah, baby, just like that, let go for me, keep squeezing my cock, gonna make me fucking come in this pretty pussy, fuck, baby.”

You ride out your climax with Quinn’s fingers toying with your swollen clit, his thrusts slowing until they stop completely. A bubble of precum blurts inside your spent cunt, Quinn’s teeth digging into his lower lip.

“Baby,” you encourage, a slight whine still attached to your tone. You lift your hips and roll them down, wanting Quinn to keep moving until he loses himself in your heat and floods the cavern with his seed. 

Quinn’s dark eyes fix on you, a hunger behind the pupils that sends a spark through you. Your legs fall from his shoulders and his cock leaves you, Quinn’s strong thighs flexing as he walks up your body on his knees. He comes to a stop with his cock in front of your face, one hand gripping his base and the other curled over the headboard. 

He seems ginormous from this angle, torso stretching for picturesque miles. His happy trail is dark and his cock is long and his stare is greedy, determined. 

“Clean me up, baby girl,” Quinn says. “See how good you taste, and if you’re good, I’ll come all over this pretty face.”

All desire to have him come inside you is swept away, his angry red tip looking like the perfect thing to put down your throat.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, eyes wide as you stare up at Quinn. He feeds you each inch of his cock, shallowly working the thickness past your lips until his glans hit the back of your throat. You moan around him, your tastes mixing together in a sweet, sticky, salty liquid that coats your senses.

Quinn smiles down at you mirthfully, drawing an inch from your warm, wet suction and pushing it back in. “You gonna gag on it, baby? I bet your jaw hurts, huh? Gotta keep that mouth open so I can fuck it like I fucked your pussy.”

An involuntary and completely muffled “Oh my God” surrounds Quinn’s cock, the vibrations from your vocal chords stimulating his veiny shaft.

“Oh, I know,” Quinn brags, aborted thrusts hitting the back of your throat each time. “You love having something this big inside you, I know you do.”

You keep your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, your throat constricting when he hits your gag reflex. The soft lining of your throat massages his length, precum leaking down your esophagus into your stomach. 

Quinn’s breaths are shallow. He groans, grunts, and moans as you work over him, his soft stomach tensing when he inhales sharply. You blink up at him and swallow harshly around his cock, milking another spurt of precum from his slit.

“Fuck, baby,” Quinn breathes out, clearly affected by your mouth. He wipes a bead of drool from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, pulling his cock halfway out of your mouth and wrapping his hand around it. 

You keep his tip in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the head of his member. 

Quinn’s jaw drops open with a moan, his hips bucking forward once in an uncontrolled manner. His hand comes to the hair on the top of your head, lifting your head slightly off the pillow as his cock leaves your mouth completely. He keeps his hand in your hair as the other strips his cock, the red, pulsing tip not even an inch from your tongue, which lays flat outside your mouth like a panting dog. 

The first strips of cum land on your tastebuds and lips. You catch Quinn’s hooded eyes and parted lips just before closing your eyes and allowing him to paint your cheeks with white lines, marking your face and ruining your concert makeup with his ownership. 

Your fingers absentmindedly trace the hair on Quinn’s legs, thumb rubbing the soft skin on the inside of his thigh. His slick movements slow and you blink your eyes open carefully, in case any stray cum made contract with your lashes and could drip into your eyes.

Quinn meets your gaze and grins. “Hey, angel,” he says. He shuffles back, moving off of your body but staying by your side. He kisses your cum-coated lips, bringing some residue with him that he clears off with a swipe of his finger. He brings the finger to your mouth, your lips circling the digit and cleaning it. His eyes dance with pride. “You look beautiful like this.”

You laugh, using your own thumb to collect some of his cum from your cheeks. “I feel dirty.”

“You’re a dirty girl,” Quinn confirms in a silly voice, putting his hands on your hips and kneading them. “Aren’t you glad I stopped you before you got in the shower?”

“Oh, God,” you sigh, deflating and sinking into the bed. “I’m exhausted, Q.” You lift your arms toward him. “Carry me?”

Now it’s Quinn’s turn to laugh, although he does so while getting off the bed and gathering you in his arms. He steps in the shower with you, bringing a washcloth with him, and turns on the water. He wipes your face with the wet washcloth, removing his traces from your skin. “Such a princess,” Quinn muses, admiring you openly. He hangs the washcloth on the shower handle and wraps his arms around your shoulders, smushing your face against his chest and kissing the top of your head. 

“Your princess,” you reply, pursing your lips between his pecs and kissing over his heart.

[willmackhughes]

[willmackhughes]

AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

[willmackhughes]

Uncovered

Summary: Quinn hides behind a shirt. You remind him he doesn't need to.

Word Count: 1807

Warnings: NSFW, body image themes (Quinn), praise, soft dominance, semi-public setting, oral (f. receiving), protected sex, established relationship.

A/N: this came to me in a dream idk how I feel abt it😭

It’s a hot July afternoon when you finally convince Quinn to join you and his brothers by the lake. Jack cannonballs off the dock with zero hesitation, and Luke is already halfway through a handstand contest on the paddleboard, showing off like he’s auditioning for Baywatch.

You glance over at Quinn, still sitting on the edge of the dock in swim trunks and a plain black T-shirt. The same shirt he always wears when he swims.

“You’re not gonna jump in?” you ask, brushing your wet hair off your face and floating toward him.

He shrugs, offering a small smile. “Maybe in a bit.”

The sun glints off the lake. You rest your arms on the dock beside him, water dripping from your elbows, and nudge his foot with yours. “You always say that. Come on. The water’s perfect.”

He hesitates. His fingers trace the wood grain of the dock. “I just... I dunno. I’m good right here.”

You tilt your head, studying him. He’s not pouting, not exactly. But there’s something quiet about his posture, his shoulders a little hunched even though he’s trying to act like nothing’s wrong.

You push yourself up beside him and sit cross-legged, leaning against his side. “You don’t like swimming with your shirt off.”

It’s not a question.

He doesn’t answer right away. Then, softly: “It’s stupid.”

You give him a second.

“I just—Jack and Luke, they’re built like athletes,” he says finally, staring out at the water. “They’ve got abs and muscle and all that. I work out every day and I still feel like the skinny one. The soft one.”

Your heart pinches at the word *soft.* Not because it’s true, but because he said it like it’s a flaw.

You hook a finger under the hem of his wet shirt and tug lightly. “You’re not soft. You’re just... Quinn. And I happen to love every version of you. Shirt or no shirt.”

He glances at you, lips twitching up into something shy and grateful.

“And for the record,” you continue, “I’ve seen all three of you shirtless. Yours is my favorite.”

He laughs quietly. “Liar.”

“Not even a little.” You pause. “Besides, confidence is hotter than abs anyway.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately, but the tension in his shoulders eases a bit.

After a long moment, he exhales, reaching behind his neck. You don’t say anything as he peels off the shirt and sets it beside him. His skin is warm in the sun, his arms freckled and slightly tan.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll swim.”

You grin. “Race you to the buoy?”

“You’re on.”

You both dive in, and later, when you come up for air and see the relaxed smile on his face, you know he’s not thinking about his brothers anymore. Just you. Just this moment. And that’s enough.

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You barely make it back to the boathouse before Quinn’s lips are on yours again — soaked skin pressed to soaked skin, your hands knotting in his damp curls. His tongue slips past your lips in a kiss that’s deeper, messier than before. Less tentative. More certain.

There’s no one around now. The lake muffles everything but your breath, the creak of the dock, the faint squelch of wet feet on wood. You think he might second-guess himself again hesitate the way he usually does but he doesn’t.

He lifts you onto the boathouse’s bench with easy strength, settling between your legs. His mouth trails along your jaw, then down your neck, warm and reverent.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he mutters, “and I’m gonna forget I ever cared about that stupid shirt.”

“Good,” you breathe, letting your fingers skim over his chest all lean muscle and warmth. “Because I never cared about it, either.”

You tug at his waistband, grinning when he groans softly.

“Eager?” he asks, voice low.

“You have no idea.”

His hands are everywhere now firm on your hips, sliding under your soaked swimsuit top, brushing along your ribs. He peels it off slowly, eyes darkening as your skin’s exposed inch by inch. When his gaze finally drags over your chest, he swears under his breath and dips his head to kiss just above your heart.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You’re perfect.”

You tug him back up to kiss you again, harder this time. “So are you.”

His mouth crashes against yours with something deeper than hunger like he’s trying to believe you. His hips grind against yours, slow and deliberate, and you feel how hard he is through his swim trunks.

You gasp into his mouth. “Quinn…”

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, already nudging the fabric of your bottoms aside.

“I don’t,” you whisper, breath catching. “Please don’t.”

That’s all he needs.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, and the sudden chill of lake air is nothing compared to the heat that rushes through you when he presses an open-mouthed kiss between your thighs.

You clutch at the edge of the bench as he licks a slow stripe up your center, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you spread. His mouth is good, devastating even, tongue flicking and circling just right, and when he sucks — gently, then harder your hips jerk.

“Q—fuck—don’t stop,” you pant.

He doesn’t. If anything, he gets bolder, groaning into you like he’s addicted to the way you taste, the way you sound. When your thighs start to tremble, he slips two fingers inside you, curling them until your whole body arches.

You come with a broken gasp, fingers in his hair, legs shaking.

He doesn’t move for a moment, just kisses the inside of your thigh, then rests his forehead there like he’s catching his breath or trying to process how deeply he wants you.

When he stands, his trunks are tented obviously, painfully so. You reach for him, tugging the waistband down, and his breath stutters as his cock springs free.

“Condom?” you ask.

He fumbles in his bag near the door of course he came prepared and by the time he rolls it on and presses back against you, you’re more than ready.

When he slides into you, it’s slow. Deep. You both moan at the stretch and the way it feels like everything.

He stills for a second, forehead pressed to yours.

“You okay?” he asks, voice rough.

You nod, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Better than okay. Please, move.”

He does.

The rhythm is unhurried at first — controlled, like he’s trying to savor every second. But that control frays fast as you meet his thrusts, nails scraping gently down his back, whispering his name like a secret only he gets to keep.

“You feel so good,” he groans, kissing your jaw. “So fucking good.”

He grabs under your thigh to angle you just right, and when he hits that perfect spot, you cry out, clenching around him. His pace falters.

“Gonna come again?” he pants.

“Y-yeah—Quinn, I—”

He kisses you hard, swallowing your moan as you come for the second time tighter, more intense than before. It pulls him right over the edge. He buries his face in your neck as he thrusts once, twice more, then groans deeply, spilling into the condom.

You both stay there, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling against yours. His skin is flushed, damp, glowing in the soft late afternoon light.

He pulls out gently, helping you redress and sliding his arms around you as you both sit on the dock, legs dangling over the edge.

“I can’t believe I was nervous about taking my shirt off,” he murmurs.

You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I told you. You didn’t need to hide.”

He kisses your temple.

“Guess now I really believe you.”

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Thank you guys so much!!! i’m glad you guys liked it so much i am working on another part to this as well so stay tuned 🫡

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a lesson in control | trevor zegras

warnings: daddy kink. HEAVY daddy kink. m!dom, f!sub dynamics. kneeling, throat training, face-fucking, degradation and praise, use of the word slut (twice? three times?), masturbation, VIDEOING oneself masturbating, sexting but it's one sided, locker room traditions in hockey being slightly misogynistic ("boys will be boys" hey what?), dirty talk, references to squirting, overstim, orgasm denial, face slapping ONE TIME, crawling, exhibitionism, spanking. THERE ARE PROBABLY MORE THINGS THAT I MISSED. SRY. i think i got everything else tho

summary: after breaking one of daddy's rules, tz reminds you who you belong to.

wc: 3862

“Do you think this is fucking funny?” Trevor snaps, crashing through the front door and throwing his gym bag to the side. “Sending me that shit while I’m at the gym with the team?”

He’s not exactly giving you the reaction you expected. You’d sent him that video during his workout on purpose, knowing that it would rile Trevor up and result in the fucking that you have been wanting since he left the house this morning. The thought of him all sweaty and lifting heavy weights, muscles bulging, had you all riled up. It’s only fair that he experienced the same thing– even if it meant you broke one of Trevor’s rules.

There are only three. 

If you misbehave or act bratty, Trevor gets to decide your punishment.

Don’t touch yourself without Trevor’s permission.

When you’re in a scene, you have to call Trevor ‘Daddy.’

So you might’ve broken two of Trevor’s three rules. 

The video had been worth it, though. Seeing his girlfriend spread out on the bed, two fingers buried in her cunt and whimpering for her Daddy? Forget it. You know that Trevor will go back and look at it during roadies, imagining that it’s your hand around his cock instead of his own. He may even memorize it so that he can close his eyes and pretend his hand is your pussy, wet and slick just for him. 

Which, to be fair, it always is. 

Unable to hold back a smirk, you blink up at Trevor from your spot on the couch. “Sorry, Daddy,” you apologize sweetly.

Trevor hasn’t stopped moving since he entered the apartment, so he’s easily able to reach out and wrap his fingers around your neck, squeezing slightly. “You’re sorry,” he repeats sarcastically, voice dripping with doubt. “You’re going to be by the time we’re done.”

His first kiss is harsh and angry. Trevor bites over your bottom lip before he forces his tongue into your mouth, filling the space and effectively gagging you before you can make much noise. Trevor draws you up from the couch and walks as he kisses you, eventually pushing you up against the wall of the living room. 

The thing you like most about the living room is that the wall has a beautiful section of windows that reveal the view. 

The glass also feels incredibly cold against your body, a welcome contrast against Trevor’s impatient hands. He’s tugging your leggings down already, pushing them to the middle of your thighs before he draws your sweatshirt up and removes it completely, leaving your top half entirely bare. Your nipples harden when exposed to the air– which makes them an easy first target for Trevor. 

“Keep stripping,” he commands lowly before grasping your tits in his palms. “I want you naked.”

Eager to comply, you nod. “Yes, Daddy,” you say breathlessly. 

He manages to keep a hold on your breasts as you move around, shedding your leggings and panties as quickly as you can. Trevor pinches your nipples hard. “You’ve been bad,” Trevor tells you. “What happens when you’re bad?”

“You punish me,” you reply. 

“That’s right,” Trevor says, a proud smile tugging at his lips. The smile doesn’t reach his eyes, but it’s clear that he’s plotting something already and enjoying the visual in his mind. “Bad girls get punished. Who gets to decide the punishment, sweetheart?”

“You do,” you say. There’s a slight pause before you can muster up his title in a tone that reflects what he called you– sweetly adding, “Daddy.”

“Smart girl,” Trevor praises before planting a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. He reluctantly takes his hands from your chest and brings them to his sides. He takes a step back. His eyes turn almost mournful, pitying you. “Smart, but bad. Daddy has to teach you a lesson, huh?”

You nod, keeping your hands at your own sides even though you itch to cover yourself up. You’re fully exposed and Trevor is completely clothed. Humiliation creeps up your neck like a blush. That feeling has yet to go away, even though Trevor has been domming you all throughout your relationship.

Trevor smirks again, his face contorting. It’s fascinating how Trevor can jump from emotion to emotion. He settles into his role seamlessly every single time, using his tone and inflections and expressions to manipulate you and remind you why he’s the one in charge. He tilts his chin up, quirking his eyebrows. “On your knees.”

You drop down, the hardwood floor digging into your knees uncomfortably. “How long?” you ask. Normally, Trevor gives you a timeframe. It keeps you grounded. 

The smirk on Trevor’s face grows. “As long as I want.” He holds a finger to his lips, a reminder that you aren’t supposed to talk to him when you’re on your knees. You’re something pretty for him to look at when you’re on your knees. It’s one of the ways that Trevor asserts his dominance over you. His evaluating gaze always makes you shiver.

Today, though, Trevor leaves the room. You can hear the shower start, then you hear Trevor step inside. Occasionally, you catch snippets of his hums and the song he’s singing. Since you can’t hear him all the time, you can’t estimate how long you’ve been kneeling. Your knees have been aching from the second you dropped down, so there’s no gradual pain to use as a timer either. 

Just to spite you, Trevor makes sure his shower runs long, too. He’s sure to tell you that when he returns.

“Sorry, baby,” Trevor says, ruffling his damp hair before collapsing on the couch and spreading his knees wide. Your eyes fall to his bulge, half-hard and covered by, but clearly unrestrained within, his Boston University sweatpants. He bounces one of his knees, the fabric covering his groin shifting with the movement. “Lost track of time in the shower. You know something about touching yourself, don’t you? It can be very distracting.”

Your eyes are wide when they snap to his face. Trevor looks smug. He throws his arms over the back of the couch and cocks his head at you, as if he’s catching you in the act of checking him out… as if you’d be embarrassed by something like that. Humiliation might raise the hairs on the back of your neck, but you never feel ashamed or sheepish when Trevor catches you looking at him. He’s sexy.

“You were very pretty in that video, baby,” Trevor says at a normal volume, as if you’re having a nonchalant conversation.”Really. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

This is the reaction you were looking for when he came in– the slow, methodical domination that Trevor normally defaults to instead of the angry, reactive domination that appeared when he stormed through the front door. You want to shift to relieve your knees slightly, but Trevor will only add something else to your punishment if you do. You merely blink at him, a breath leaving you through your parted lips.

Trevor brings a hand to his mouth and rubs over his lips, sighing. “But… well, you know what happens when one of the boys gets a text from his girlfriend during a workout.”

You do. That was part of the motivation. Trevor doesn’t like to share, but he likes to brag. There’s a very delicate balance there and you knew what you had to do to make Trevor angry. If one of Trevor’s teammates sees that another teammates’ partner texted them, then the original teammate is allowed to look at that text.

“So imagine my surprise when I open my phone and McTavish sees my baby coming all over her fingers, asking for her Daddy.” Trevor sneers when he says Mason’s name, even though you know he’s glad it wasn’t another teammate, one that doesn’t already know about your sex life. 

A question arises in the back of your throat. It’s a heavy lump, hard to swallow, yet… you’re not allowed to speak like this.

Trevor becomes even more smug as he watches you remember that fact. It’s not really an official rule, but Trevor prefers it, and you want to be good for him. He’s pleased when you snap your lips shut and blink at him. “Don’t worry, little one. He couldn’t hear you. I had my headphones in. Good thing, too– I wouldn’t want anyone to hear how pretty you sound when you need Daddy.”

Your breath catches in your throat, but not because of the lump that rose up only moments ago. That disappeared when Trevor answered your question without even trying, like he can read your mind. No, your breath catches because he answered your question in the sexiest way possible.

God, you love when Trevor becomes Daddy.

Trevor tilts his head down, his gaze dark and prodding. It washes over you like an actual touch from your boyfriend. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself without asking me,” Trevor says. His voice becomes more and more like a simper as he continues to speak. “But you couldn’t wait for me, huh? Couldn’t even take the time to ask before you got all wet and needed to be full? What had you so worked up?” 

Sweat, arm veins, a natural musk, endorphins…

“Did you have a dream about my cock? I know you’d said you were sleepy before I went to the gym and that you’d try to take a nap while I’m gone.” Trevor nods to himself. “That must have been it. You woke up all empty after being so full. Poor girl just needs her Daddy.”

Hearing Trevor talk in the third person has you clenching down on nothing, suddenly feeling very empty. That’s not what actually had you worked up, but now… maybe Trevor’s right. It would drive you crazy to be so empty after experiencing Trevor’s cock. To have his length stuffed inside of you, filling you out, and then nothing? Oh, you’d die.

“Let me give you my cock, then,” Trevor says. He spreads his legs just an inch wider and beckons you with a curled finger. “C’mere, baby.”

Your knees feel ready to creak as you move to stand. You get one knee up before Trevor starts to shake his head and you freeze.

He holds his palm up flat, stopping you before you can stand. Trevor snickers. “Nuh-uh, I don’t think so,” he corrects, chuckling. “Do bad girls get to walk to Daddy? Stay on your knees.”

You blink up at him, cheeks growing warm at the thought of crawling to him. It’s so demeaning, but God it’s hot. You’d be kneeling right between his thighs at the end and you know what comes from that position.

Something Trevor started when you were just starting this dom/sub thing was throat training. Trevor knew you liked to have his hand around your neck, causing you to go short of breath. He applied the same logic and asked if you’d like to hold his cock in your mouth for a long time. You’d tried it, and it was fine, and it sparked a second idea. Trevor wanted your throat to hold him perfectly, for your mouth to be ready for him to take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Now, he can fuck your face whenever he wants.

He can take whatever he wants.

You lower yourself down again, back onto two knees. Then, you lean forward, one hand a bit further than the other. You shift the opposite knee forward in a hesitant step, eyes rapt on Trevor. 

“That’s my girl,” Trevor coos, his stare raking over your figure. “Come get Daddy’s cock. I’ll fill you up.”

Another step, then a third. You’re moving to Trevor like he’s reeling you in, the tension taut as fishing line between your bodies. 

Trevor’s quick to drag himself out of his sweatpants. Your mouth is already open, accepting  whatever he gives you with a slack jaw. He fills you until his tip bumps the back of your esophagus, then he withdraws. 

You breathe through your nose and gag at all the right times, feeling the precum from Trevor’s cock mix with your saliva and drip down your throat with each swallow.

Trevor uses you for what he needs. He draws your head up and down on his cock, his hips occasionally twitching and thrusting like they have a mind of their own. “You know what’s– shit– you know what’s funny, baby?” Trevor asks, clearly affected by your touch and itching to regain control.

You hum around his cock, eyes drifting to his face. They’re shining with tears from all of your gagging around his base and Trevor curses again.

“Fuck, so pretty,” he says, taking the hand still thrown over the back of the couch and using his fingers to wipe away the tracks on your cheeks. “You’re so good at taking my cock, sweetheart. Making me feel so good.”

The hand on the back of your head grips your hair and rips you from his cock. 

You’re nearly eye to eye with Trevor, whose mirthful smile means trouble. 

“I’m going to come in your pussy.” Trevor’s voice is a near whisper. “And you won’t come at all.”

“What?” You demand with a jolt, caught off guard by his statement and forgetting your manners. 

Trevor’s hand strikes your cheek, branding your skin with the heated echo of his touch.

You’re stunned silent, jaw dropped and mouth open. 

Trevor caresses the hollow pocket of surprise on your face with his thumb. Trevor smiles down at you. “Daddy wants you to be quiet when you’re on your knees, baby, don’t you remember?”

You stare blankly at him. 

He continues to pet over your face, admiring your glossy eyes and rosy cheeks. His eyes even roam to your hair, a flicker of pride passing through his expression. He fixes a piece of hair, then taps your head. He quotes the short list of rules by which you abide. “Don’t touch yourself without my permission.”

You breathe in, preparing for him to continue. He taps your cheek and waits for you to nod. You do, after a moment. 

Trevor guides your head back down, towards his cock. “Then what?” He asks.

You open your mouth a little wider, spit pooling at the thought of licking up the precum that leaked from his cock while you were recovering from his slap. 

Trevor laughs, bringing your head to his tip and making the length jump between your lips. “If you misbehave or act bratty, Daddy gets to decide your punishment.” He brings your mouth down a little further, cock sliding against the flat of your tongue. 

The taste makes you feel like you’ve gone cross-eyed, relaxing into his touch. Sliding back into the throat training routine you’d created over the months, your head grows a little fuzzier and your body feels a little lighter.

Trevor pulls away again.

You don’t snap at him, but your eyes fall into sharp focus on his face. 

“Who am I, baby?” Trevor asks, winking at you. His mouth forms a proud curve.

“Daddy,” you reply, voice ruined from disuse. 

Trevor likes that. You can see how his jaw subtly twitches, tensing up. “Are you gonna let Daddy fuck your pussy right here?” He asks, then his eyes go over your shoulder. “For anyone to see?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you breathe out, sounding rough and awed at the same time. “Please, Daddy. Fuck me against the window.”

The smile that encompasses Trevor is purely rueful pride. How easily he can ruin you. “Because you want the world to see that you’re Daddy’s,” Trevor assumes, feeding you the words like they’re fact. 

You sear them into your memory. He’s right. Who else can do something like this to you? To you, what Trevor says is gospel.

“That’s why you sent that video,” he continues. He’s all-knowing. Smug, even. “You needed Daddy to remind you that you’re his little slut, right?”

All this nodding has you feeling like a bobblehead.

Trevor helps you stand, touching your hips and backing you towards the window. At the last second, he spins you around and presses your front against the glass.

“For everyone to see?” Trevor checks again, his voice soft for a second. God, he’s perfect. He’s the right amount of concerned, without leaving much room for argument. He’s still in charge here. He’s still punishing you.

You don’t even get to come, but you don’t care. You just want to feel him leaking from your cunt. Instead of kneeling again, you’ll stay like this if he wants you to, presented like an art exhibit for him to study.

You moan in relief as soon as his tip breaches your hole, bare and throbbing as he inches forward. He allows himself to thrust shallowly, stimulating his tip and denying you the full pleasure of his cock. 

Even still, you’re a mess.

Then he brings his hand down on your ass cheek, much harder than he’d slapped your face. Instinctively, you clench around him and your head droops. The glass window cools the skin of your forehead.

You’re not silent by any means. It’s like you’re unable to silence yourself– a broken dam. With each shallow thrust and each slap to your behind, Trevor makes you feel so good that you feel like you’re crumbling into dust.

“You gonna take my whole cock like you wanted to?” Trevor probes, kicking your legs a bit wider and pressing you into the glass. Your nipples are squished against the surface, restricting your movements. Trevor crowds against you, body warm and solid behind you. “Like you tried to pretend in that little video? When you whimpered and cried because your little fingers weren’t a match for my cock?”

“Daddy,” you whimper, a mirror image of yourself just hours earlier. You’re humming out the same soft pleas that spur Trevor on, that convince him to chase his pleasure.

“That’s right, baby,” Trevor praises. “Daddy’s cock, making you feel good, just like you wanted?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

Trevor spanks you again, the burning sensation of impact marking your body. “Why do you ever act up, sweetheart? I could’ve been fucking you like this all nice and making you come if you’d just asked me for permission,” Trevor simpers, teasing you. He speaks like it’s a big, heavy burden on him, this choice to deny your orgasm. He wants to give you an orgasm– a mind shattering, leg-numbing, shaking and squirting orgasm– but you just had to be bad. 

“Of course I’d make you ask again,” Trevor continues, his half-thrusts pointed. “You’d have to show me again how good you can be. You know I like to see my good girl.”

A strangled noise falls from your lips, landing on the floor like a bowling ball. Trevor knocks the wind out of you sometimes with his words.

“I want to show you what it would be like,” Trevor says. “Ask me, baby. I want to hear your sweet voice beg Daddy to come.”

Finding your voice and losing control of it like a helium balloon, you’re able to gasp out exactly what Trevor asks, thinking maybe, maybe if you’re good enough now, he’ll let you come now, too. “It’s so good, Daddy, I always need your cock,” you say between moans. “I never stop thinking about it. So good, please, Daddy. I need to come, I need to show you how good I feel, please let me come.”

Trevor moans and nudges his nose against the top of your spine as you speak. His seed flows from his body and fills yours in the midst of your testimony, the low and fucked-out grunts from Trevor making you that much more desperate and teary to come. His cum settles inside of you, warm and as good as godly nectar, in your mind. 

“I’d come, just like that,” Trevor tells you, speaking slowly. His voice is gravely like it is when he first wakes up. He presses kiss after kiss to your spine, working lower and slightly withdrawing from your heat. “And then I’d tell you that you can come…”

Just when you think he’s going to shift back into you, his length sheathed inside of you so much that your pussy brushes against his pelvis, and fuck you until you do exactly that–

Trevor’s softening penis leaves your pussy. He shifts his hips even further back, then touches your sides to spin you back around. He faces you and brings his hands up to cradle your face. With a devilish, con-man-like smile, Trevor stands his ground. “This is mine,” he reminds you. His blunt fingertips collect some of the cum that has started to slide down your thighs, unable to escape gravity. Trevor lifts his fingers to your mouth, the wet slick brushing against your lips. He makes no move to push past your teeth and press down on your tongue. He’s just dangling a carrot in front of your face, further reinforcing his control over you. 

“Yours,” you agree.

A grin plays over Trevor’s face. “Good. You just broke the rules to get Daddy’s attention. You needed Daddy to take care of you.”

You helplessly nod, preening under his touch.

“You’ve got my attention now, baby,” Trevor assures you. “And to prove it to you, we’re going to do one last thing. I’m going to sit on the couch and look at you, pretty girl. You’re going to kneel right here and let the cum drip out of you until you’re empty.”

You blink at him, feeling lightheaded. That’s before he paints his cum over your lips and ponders, “Kneeling in a puddle of my cum, you really are a slut.” 

A gush of his seed seems to leave you at the demeaning nickname. You clench again to keep it inside– what Daddy wants, Daddy gets. It can pool beneath you as your knees dig into the floorboards and bruise.

“Daddy’s little cumslut,” Trevor says with a chuckle. He shakes his head and backs away from you, returning to the couch and manspreading. He pushes his sweats all the way down to mid-calf, revealing his thick thighs and pretty cock entirely. “I should put that on a shirt and have you record that video again for me.” He wraps his hand around his soft cock, fisting it like he’s going to start pumping over the skin at any moment. “With your hard nipples poking through the fabric and those pretty words of yours, begging for your Daddy to satisfy you the way that you need.”

You drop to your knees and clasp your hands behind your back, hovering only slightly above the floor and only parting your lips to breathe. After all, you’re on your knees again, so you have to listen to Daddy speak.

“Or on FaceTime for our next roadie,” Trevor decides, evidenced by the way his cheeks dimple. “Yeah, baby, we’ll see how desperate you can get before I let you come. This time, you’re going to be so good that I make you come until the sheets are completely soaked.”

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from the start | QUINN HUGHES 43

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader & (kind of) jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: after being in love with jack for forever, y/n comes to a realization he isn't the brother who's had her heart the whole time.

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, jack is kinda an asshole, mention of a panic attack, makeout session, not proofread, this is a long fic im sorry i got carried away 😔😔

a/n: lake house hughes brothers fics always make me FOLD (yes this was inspired by tsitp)

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y/n loved summer.

y/n loved going to the beach or on the lake every single day. she loved the smell of salt water when she drove to the hughes' lake house every summer. she loved her birthday being in the beginning of june, meaning she'd get cake and presents and time with her favorite people on her day. she loved going to fairs almost every weekend and getting sick with the youngest hughes brother after eating their weight in fried foods. she also loved jack hughes.

the day y/n stepped foot into the hughes' lake house at the ripe age of three years old, she knew she was going to love it there.

y/n sat impatiently in her mothers car as she drove to the lake house. this was the first summer y/n convinced her parents to let her go by herself. her father would be busy with work this summer anyway, and y/n thought her mom might want a house to herself for a while.

y/n sat in the passenger seat, legs tucked against her chest as she texted luke throughout the trip. even though her and jack were the same age, she was always closer to luke.

speaking of jack, he had texted the girl himself, asking if she was almost to the lake house, knowing it would just be her staying the summer.

her heart flipped when she saw his name come up at the top of her phone. she held in a giggle as she texted him back.

y/n couldn't help but love jack. she knew she was in love with him since she was ten years old. it was the day he comforted her after her bike got ruined by quinn, when he "accidentally" forgot to bring it inside. the kids soon found out the next morning that it got ran over by a car, making both wheels messed up and the plastic cracked.

ever since she can't help but be drawn to him, and it wasn't changing this summer.

sure they were all older, and this is the first summer in three years where all brothers would be in the lake house.

luke and jack would always be busy with hockey when quinn wasn't, and vice versa.

y/n practically jumped out of the car before her mom even put it into park.

"y/n!" her mom begins the scold her, but the girl is already getting her bags out of the trunk.

"sorry mom, just excited," she smiles.

"now you know all the rules right?" her mom asks as she stops next to the driver's side window.

"yes mom," y/n rolls her eyes.

her mom takes in a quick breath of air, "just mind your manners, and have fun, okay?"

y/n nods, "love you mom" she calls out as she runs up the driveway, hearing a response from her mom before she drives off.

she can't even get her hand up to knock on the door, when luke opens it eagerly.

"you're here!" he laughs before dragging her into a big hug.

"i'm here!" she laughs with him, before going into the house.

the two begin to catch up, considering they haven't seen each other in at least a year. their busy schedules just did not line up.

y/n pauses their conversation to run up the stairs to the bedroom that's been claimed as hers. jim and ellen hughes gifted her the room as a thirteenth birthday present, and not much has changed in the room.

the walls were still baby pink. they used to be filled with bright colored posters out of magazines, and now were filled with pictures filled of her and her friends, and the three brothers.

the glow in the dark star stickers were still on the ceiling, making her giggle slightly.

she didn't bother unpacking now, content with throwing her bags on her bed.

she walked down the hardwood in the hallway, stopping by jack's room. she peaked her head in the cracked door, but frowned when there was no sign of the middle child. she continued down the short hallway towards quinn's room.

she repeated the process from jack's room, and smiled once she saw the oldest brother.

she catches him off gaurd with her knock on his door, making him pause as he was in the middle of putting away clothes from his hamper.

"hey, you're here," he warmly smiles at her, letting her enter his room. "sorry, i didn't here you come in, or i would've been downstairs."

"you're all good," she smiles back as he opens his arms for a hug. "do you know where jack is?" she asks as they pull away from each other.

quinn knew she would ask sooner or later, so he was mad at himself for letting his smile falter.

"he's picking up a friend right now. she's supposed to stay the next week," he explains.

once he sees y/n's smile falter as well, he's quick to change the subject. "are you excited for your birthday?"

y/n's smile is quick to return as she nods, "it feels like i've been twenty-two forever," she drags out the last word, making both of them laugh.

"oh by the way, when jack gets back we're all going on the boat," quinn exclaims, telling her to change into her swimsuit.

the two bid goodbye as y/n practically skips back down the hallway towards her room. she loves nothing more than being on the lake with the brothers. it's her paradise away from paradise.

however her current bliss is lost as she remembers she packed her swimsuits at the very bottom of her bag. she groans, realizing she'll have to unpack anyway to retrieve them.

she does her best to unpack quickly, not wanting to make anyone wait to start their summer festivities.

finally after nearly ten minutes of unpacking, all of her shorts, t-shirts and dresses were in their designated drawers in her worn out dresser.

she kept her swimsuits laid haphazardly in her suitcase, considering she always mix-matches tops and bottoms anyway. no need to put them in a drawer.

she grabs two pieces; a pair of black bottoms with white polka dots, and a yellow top with thin straps connecting behind her neck and back.

as y/n was upstairs getting changed, the three brothers, along with jack's friend, gabriella, were waiting in the boat for y/n. jack and gabriella already had swimsuits on under their clothes, and luke and quinn were fast to change.

"can't we leave already? i'm like baking out here," gabriella groans, leaning her head back against jack's arm thats behind her, and fanning herself off.

luke shakes his head as quinn responds, "no, we're waiting for y/n."

gabriella simply groans again, as jack is unusually quiet, but stays connected at the hip with her.

speak of the devil, y/n is running out of the back door and down the wooden dock. she has a towel, sunglasses, and container of pineapple in one hand and her phone in the other.

quinn and luke both chuckle at her frazzled state, even though this is usually how she comes out to the boat.

"just in time," luke pats the seat next to him. y/n gladly sits down on the hot material, and quinn starts the boat.

"oh, jack you made it!" y/n smiles, until she notices how close him and his friend are. "hi, i'm y/n," she holds her hand out.

"gabriella," the girl simply replies, making y/n awkwardly put her hand back in her lap.

to avoid any upcoming awkwardness, luke questions, "whatcha got there?" pointing to a plastic container besides y/n's leg.

she holds it in front of her, making him chuckle.

"what is with you and pineapple?"

"what? it's good!" she defends, before putting it in the cooler filled with ice, water, seltzers and beers.

the five on the boat make small talk (really it's luke, quinn and y/n talking in the front, while jack and gabriella as whispering at the back), before quinn stops the boat in an empty clearing. y/n helps luke with the anchor until the metal can't go any farther down into the water.

"race you to the water," luke pokes y/n's side.

"not fair!" she responds, having to catch up to him at the back of the boat.

she jumps in right after him, and quinn is quick to follow, splashing both luke and y/n in the process.

"you guys coming in? or are you just gonna canoodle the whole time?" luke interrogates the two left on the boat.

"you did not just say canoodle," y/n cringes.

"i did," luke nods proudly, "and i'll say it again."

y/n and quinn both begin splashing luke before he can let any other nonsense slip from his lips.

fifteen minutes pass, and quinn and luke are having a backflip contest off the back of the boat, with y/n being the judge.

even with the amazing title of being the backclip contest judge, she couldn't help but advert her eyes towards jack.

the way his hair practically glowed from the sunset behind him. the way his eyes seemed to shine brighter with the blue waves reflecting off of the them. the way his eyes crinkled when he smiles at the story gabriella told him. the way he played with gabriella's blonde hair. the way he was rubbing his thumb over gabriella's thigh.

y/n now felt like she was going to throw up.

"okay," luke pops up from under the water, "who had the better backflip that time?"

"what?" that broke y/n out of her trance.

"the contest," luke reminds her, "who won that time?"

"uh, sorry i wasn't paying attention."

luke splashes her, "some judge you are."

quinn however noticed y/n's small change in demeanour, then looked in the direction she was just looking in, putting together what had made her gone sour.

of course the other hughes brothers knew about y/n's infatuation with jack. it hasn't lessened over the years, and the only one who hasn't noticed was jack.

"you guys wanna start heading back?" quinn asked the two in the water, "mom said they're doing a barbeque tonight."

luke and y/n nod, both excited about the traditional first night barbeque. ellen and jim always made too much food, but their hearts are always in the right place.

after luke gets on the boat, quinn leans down to help y/n. her skin is quick to fill with goosebumps, not yet prepared for the slight breeze and setting sun.

she wraps her towel around her before sitting, but the cloth only dries her from the lake, instead of keeping her warm.

"you cold?" quinn asks as he sits down in the drivers seat in front of y/n.

"yeah, and i forgot to grab a shirt," y/n admits, now realizing how excited she was to get on the boat to forget to grab one.

quinn silently hands her one of his vancouver canucks shirts that he was wearing earlier.

was it an excuse to see her wear one of his shirts again? maybe. and no, this wasn't the first time this scenario had happened.

she mutters a quick thank you, and slips the warm shirt over her body. it bunched up around her waist.

as quinn pulled away back in the direction of the lake house, y/n couldn't help but let her curiosity peak as she turned her head towards jack and gabriella.

gabriella was laying down, with her head in his lap while he ran his fingers through her hair. y/n could only wish she was in gabriella's position. she felt foolish sometimes when it comes to her feelings with jack. she felt as though he'd never feel the same, or she'd never be enough for him. but his green eyes and perfect smile, and beautifully warm personality pulled her back in every time.

y/n looks away, feeling foolish again as she wipes her eyes of the tears starting to form. she's twenty-to for gods sake. she shouldn't be feeling like this.

as luke and quinn continued talking near the front of the boat, y/n brought her knees up to her chest and leaned her head against quinn's back.

she let the sound of the waves, the lull of the boat, and the warmth radiating off of quinn help relax her. she wasn't going to let jack and some dumb blonde ruin her summer.

wait, she didn't say dumb out loud, did she?

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y/n woke up the next morning, now regretting her decision to go straight to bed after the barbeque, and not bothering to change out of her swimsuit or shower. she was still wearing quinn's canucks shirt.

no one could blame her though. watching the guy you've been in love with forever latch onto someone else the whole day made her have a low appetite, and all she wanted to do was sleep.

she picked out a simple outfit, consisting of black jean shorts and a baby pink tank top. she ran towards the upstairs bathroom, thankful to hog all the hot water before anyone else could.

with her shower completed and hair finally brushed out, she went back into her room, but was surprised to see quinn laying sideways on her bed.

"i didn't think anyone else was awake," she pulled quinn's gaze away from his phone.

"no one else is, just me," she nods at his response.

"what exactly are you doing in my room at eight in the morning?"

quinn sits up, "we're going to the bakery down the road and picking up bagels for everyone," he explains.

"and i have to go with you why?" she asks, however she starts putting on her shoes anyway.

he shrugs, "you just happened to be awake." 'i just want more time with you' he thought, but couldn't tell her the true reason.

"fine quinnifer, lead the way," she used the nickname she knows he hates, but he lets out a low chuckle before leaving her room.

y/n loves being in the car with quinn, simply because he lets her be in control of music. jack and luke never let her.

she picks her summer playlist before telling quinn all about her most hated class this past semester at umich. he listens intently, and even interjects with a few reactions.

as quinn parks in front of the small bakery, y/n decided to wait in the car, insisting she can't miss her favorite song.

y/n lets her eyes wander. they look over to the beach on her left, maybe she can convince the brothers to go there for her birthday tomorrow. she then watches a family walk into the bakery. the two parents and happily swinging a little girl between them. then her eyes switch to quinn at the counter. she watches his smile grow only slightly when he steps up to the counter to order. she looks over his dark brown hair, and how soft it seems this morning. her gaze shifts to the slight stubble starting to grow on his chin. she notices the viens in his hands she's never noticed before as he grabs the plastic bag from the worker.

she jumps out of her trance when quinn unlocks the car, making her realize she was just checking quinn out.

checking. quinn. out.

she must've been getting sick, or maybe she was just really hungry. she never thought of quinn romantically. it was always jack. the only time it had gotten remotely close to that with quinn was when he visited her at her dorm room 'just because'. he surprised her with concert tickets to her favorite artist, got her a new lego set, and a basket full of her favorite snacks.

"you okay over there?"

y/n jumps slightly, but nods, "yeah, why?"

"you like zoned out pretty hard."

y/n nods again, "i'm fine."

quinn doesn't question it, and starts driving back to the house. he takes notice of the way y/n fidgets with the plastic bag now in her lap, but doesn't bring it up.

the two finish the drive in silence, the only noise being the pop songs playing from y/n's playlist.

quinn and y/n enter the house, and hear shuffling in the kitchen. they expect it to be luke, or ellen or jim, but it's jack and gabriella.

jack and gabriella kissing.

jack has her pushed up against the kitchen island, lifting her shirt slightly while she's grabbing onto his hair like her life depended on it.

y/n feels her insides flip and she just looks down at the floor as she lets out a shuddered breath. was it selfish she thought she'd never see jack with anybody besides herself? yes, but she knew that.

"hey," quinn catches their attention, "are you done shoving your tongue down your friends' throat?" he eyes jack. "we got breakfast."

y/n can't look at the sight of jack and gabriella. she feels like an idiot. a hopelessly in love, idiot.

"i'm not hungry," she mumbles while walking behind quinn before jogging upstairs and walks towards her room.

she groans on frustration as she feels tears pool at her eyes. she can't believe she's crying over this. she can't believe she's been in love with jack for so long, for it to go no where between them.

she thought he was distant yesterday, but she thought that might've been jet lag, or first day tiredness. she didn't think it was her fault.

she didn't think she did anything wrong towards jack, so why had he been off towards her?

was it only towards her? has he been like this with luke and quinn before they arrived to the lake house?

a knocking takes y/n out of her own head, however that's when she realizes she's started struggling to breathe. her flowing tears aren't helping the situation either.

"y/n? are you okay?" quinn's voice is calm outside. a complete three-sixty to how y/n is feeling on the inside.

she tries to answer, but nothing comes out but a strangled whine.

quinn comes inside. his eyes widen slightly at the girl in front of him.

"woah, woah, woah," he immediately walks over to her and wipes under her eyes. "you're okay," his voice is soft, but her heartbeat over powers it.

"c'mere," he brings her closer, so close that her head is pressing against the bottom of his collar bone. he rocks her slowly back and forth, glad when he feels her arms reach around his torso.

she shudders against him as her body keeps shaking, something she didn't notice was happening before.

"i feel so stupid," she admits. her voice is muffled and shaking against quinn's body.

quinn shakes his head, "you're not stupid y/n."

y/n nods in disagreement, "but i am quinn," she sniffles, "i've been in love with jack for years and he's only hurt me more than he's cared about me. i've practically thrown myself at him, and he just doesn't see me. he'll always see me as a little sister, or luke's best friend."

"that's not true y/n," quinn argues again.

y/n pulls back, her breathing slightly better than it was before.

"but it is true quinn. he was the only one that didn't come to my high school graduation. you and luke did, hell even your parents did. he was the one to forget to pick me up at the airport, so i had to wait for an uber to go to his game. and at another game when they won, he hugged all of you guys, except for me. he couldn't even look in my direction when him and luke met us after the game. i don't know what i've done wrong to him, i just don't quinn."

y/n doesn't realize her breathing has only picked up again, making her last few words slur together and come out fast and breathy. quinn simply pulls her back against him.

"i'm sorry," y/n cries into his chest, now all of her emotions colliding with one another, making her cry again. "i'm sorry quinn."

quinn is quick to shush her apologies, muttering comforting words, in between placing kisses over her hair.

the two stayed like that for about five minutes, before quinn noticed y/n's breathing even out again, and her sniffles stopped. he didn't mind how tear stained his shirt was right now, he only cared if y/n was okay.

"would a bagel cheer you up? i can go get one and bring it up here for you," quinn offers, "we can even watch a movie if you want. just hide up here."

y/n nods and whispers, "yes please."

quinn kisses her one last time on the top of her head, and rubs her back once more before exiting her room. she figures she'll get comfortable, so she changes into sweatpants and gets under the covers, waiting for quinn to come back.

minutes later, quinn returns with two paper plates. he hands y/n the everything bagel.

"an everything bagel. one side with cream cheese and the other side with butter," quinn watches a smile show up on her face.

"did you-"

"yes i toasted it."

"thanks quinn."

for the rest of the day, quinn does his best to get y/n's mind off of jack. if he was being honest, he knew this day would come eventually. the day y/n stopped having feelings for jack.

he knew it would happen when he got a call from y/n at two in the morning. jack had dragged her to a party, but then left her there, claiming he found the hottest girl to go home with.

y/n embarrassingly called quinn to come and pick her up.

if she called him any time, anywhere, he'd pick her up in a heartbeat.

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quinn and y/n weren't sure when they fell asleep, or how long they'd been asleep, but both were startled awake with luke's consistent knocking on her door.

"we're making a fire if you wanna join!" he calls out, before they hear his heavy footsteps walking downstairs.

"so glad to know he's not worried about where i am," quinn jokes while stretching.

y/n turns and laughs with him, and feels a blush creeping up her neck as her eyes lock onto quinn's shirt riding up slightly. letting her eyes get a peak at his boxers peaking out from his shorts. she quickly averts her gaze before she gets caught.

"do you want to change into something warmer? i can just meet you outside by the firepit."

y/n nods, "jeez it's already getting dark? how long did we sleep?"

quinn finally checks his phone, "six hours," he shows his phone to y/n, making her see a bright '4:00 pm'.

she only chuckles, "i'll meet you out back q."

he decides to ignore the flutter in his heart at the use of his nickname. he closes her door behind him and makes his way downstairs.

when y/n arrives outside, now adorning one of luke's devils hoodies, she takes the only open camping chair left opposite of quinn. him and jim are standing and talking, while every one else is sat around the fire.

"hey sleeping beauty," luke jokes as y/n sits down beside him.

"yeah, yeah," she ignores with a smile on her face.

however her face drops involuntarily at the sight of jack and gabriella. they're sitting in one camping chair, gabriella on jack's lap, as he's whispering god knows what in her ear to make her laugh like a hyena.

y/n simply turns and starts a conversation with luke.

"are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?" luke asks.

y/n nods eagerly, "yeah, i've always loved having my birthday at the lake house."

"well i just know you're going to love my gift," luke smiles.

"i love your gifts every year luke."

the two chuckle before luke excuses himself to use the bathroom. this leaves y/n alone with her thoughts.

her interesting thoughts. her very recently quinn obsessed thoughts.

she tries justifying it though. how can she not? he helped her get over a panic attack earlier in the day, and honestly has been nothing but sweet to her since she's gotten here. something jack hasn't even thought about doing.

y/n took her time by herself to truly think about where she stood with jack. sure, he probably didn't know about her insane feelings towards him, and maybe that was for the better. just like before, she feels like such an idiot for now wasting years of her life on a boy who would never even fathom dating someone like her.

maybe it's better this way, she thinks, as he eyes now look over towards quinn. he's still talking with jim.

y/n is enthralled by the way the orange hues of the fire light his face. he's wearing a backwards baseball cap, that y/n simply wants to take off to see his soft long hair underneath.

her eyes roam over his face. over his relaxed eyebrows, and the way his eyes move from listening to jim to watching the fire crack and spark. over his perfect nose. the nose she's only recently thought about kissing. over his cheeks and the way his stubble is growing, making him look more manly (and more hot in y/n's opinion). over his curved lips, as y/n wonders what it would feel like to k-

quinn's eyes meet hers.

she got caught like a deer in headlights.

but she can't look away.

and neither can he.

⋆ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ୨୧ ˚

"happy birthday to you!"

a chorus of off key singing comes to an end as y/n blows out the candles of her personal red velvet cake. all three brothers would always make fun of her for red velvet being her favorite. she simply just thought it was prettier than every other cake flavor. plus it tasted amazing with cream cheese frosting.

however all three brother's weren't present. only two were. luke and quinn. one on each side of y/n on the large couch, as ellen and jim sat on the loveseat besides them.

y/n didn't want to admit it bothered her, but he always there with with her on her birthday. but when she realized gabriella wasn't in the house either, she had a good feeling neither of them would be showing up any time soon.

ellen and jim gave their present first, loving how excited y/n got when she opened the box to find even more pairs of mix-matchable swimsuits. they knew her a little too well.

luke got her two lego sets. one new marvel one of groot, and a set of sunflowers to put with the other lego flowers both him and quinn have gotten her over the past few years.

quinn was next, and to say y/n was shocked would be an understatement. the bag was small, and she pulled out a tiny white box. inside was a silver necklace, how quinn knew she wore silver and not gold, she'll never know. there were two dainty charms on the chain, and she held it closer to get a better look.

the one on the left was a hockey stick, which made her giggle since it just felt fitting for her. even though she's never played a game of hockey, it's surrounded her her entire life.

the second charm is the letter if her first initial, with the tiniest sparkling gems inside.

"q, i love it," she's quick to wrap her arms around him, before hugging luke, as well as jim and ellen.

just as she clasps the necklace around her neck and adjusts it, the front door opens.

jack and gabriella walked in hand and hand, surprised to see everyone sitting in the living room, staring at them as they arrived.

jack looks around, and notices the cake and opened gifts scattered on the coffee table.

"oh, um, happy birthday y/n," jack sends her a smile, as well as gabriella, but she knows neither of them mean it.

"thanks jack," she immediately begins playing with the new necklace, a habit she didn't know she'd have.

"why don't you go get your gift for her jack?" ellen suggests.

jack awkwardly looks between his mom and y/n.

"i forgot to get her something, sorry."

his voice was low, and talked as if she wasn't in the room with them.

y/n shakes her head, "it's fine, really."

jack nods, before grabbing gabriella's hand and leading her upstairs, until they hear a door close.

"i swear we have to go talk some sense into that boy," ellen exclaims.

jim agrees, and the two get up and go towards their own room, honestly not feeling like dealing with their middle son's raging hormones.

the rest of the day practically revolved around y/n. she got to pick whether they hang out in the pool or go on the lake (obviously she picked the lake). she picked which movie to watch while the group ate leftover barbeque. then she got to pick where to go out for dinner. she sat in between quinn and luke (quinn pulled her chair closer to him before she sat down, not that she'd notice) and ate the most amazing lobster roll she thinks she's ever had.

as the night started winding down, everyone went into their bedrooms. however y/n wasn't tired yet, even after showering and finally letting the birthday excitement leave her body.

for probably the thirtieth time this week, her mind can't help but be drawn to quinn. but also to jack.

she was certain she was over jack. her hopeless little crush on him over the years has finallt fizzled out like a sad firework. and honestly, she feels like a weight has been lifted off her.

years of trying to impress him, and look good for him, and try to make him laugh, all down the drain.

but she wasn't sad about it.

her mind then drifted back to quinn. her hand subconsciously reaches for the necklace, moving the charms back and forth on the chain.

was she falling for the wrong hughes brother this whole time? she thought.

quinn has always been nice to her. always cared about her, physically and emotionally. she remembers when she was eight, him being ten, and him worrying about her when she got heartbroken when she lost her favorite stuffed animal on the way to the lake house.

that whole first week he tried cheering her up by bringing her stuffed animals from his own room, to try and find one she loved.

she giggled at the thought.

she wondered what quinn was doing. was he asleep already? or watching one of his favorite tv shows? maybe he's downstairs getting a midnight snack. it'd probably be leftovers from dinner.

she wondered how he was doing right now. was he upset at jack for forgetting her birthday earlier? or was he happy y/n had a good birthday regardless of the middle hughes mishaps.

the more y/n sat and pondered over the oldest hughes brother, the more she realized she's falling.

this wasn't exactly an over night sensation however.

don't get her wrong, she did have an insanely long crush on jack. but something about quinn managed to captivate her and draw her in closer to him over time.

"shit," y/n whispers.

she's fallen for quinn hughes.

she decides it's just her delirious and tired state doing all the thinking right now. she gets out from under her warm covers. maybe a splash of cold water on her face will help. she's seen it in movies, so it must work.

what she didn't know, was that the boy on her mind was standing right outside her closed bedroom door. he's been there for no longer than three minutes. his hand was in his pocket, a third charm encased in a little mesh bag. one he didn't think she'd want. but one he knows he needs her to wear.

he's made up his mind. screw jack for messing up his chances in the past. quinn knew he was in deep when it comes to y/n. he was just an idiot for not doing anything about it before. all because he knew how y/n felt towards jack. he didn't want to be in the middle of anything. but in reality, it was jack being in the middle of quinn and y/n.

quinn debated on turning back around and just going to his room. he didn't even think of the possibility of y/n being alseep.

he still knocked.

well, he would've knocked. if there was a door there.

y/n and quinn were now inches apart from each other.

"hi," she whispers.

"hey," he whispers back.

"i didn't think anyone was still awake," she voices.

quinn shakes his head, "just couldn't sleep."

a moment of silence passes as the two simply look into each others eyes. eyes that are saying a million words, yet their mouths aren't moving.

quinn takes a step towards y/n, and she doesn't move back.

"can i ask you a question?" he asks.

she nods, "yeah, anything."

quinn takes a deep breath, "please tell me you're over jack."

"what?" the question catches y/n off gaurd, before she can truly respond.

"before i do this, just," he pauses, "please tell me you're over jack."

y/n nods, but her eyebrows are still scrunched in confusion.

"i need to hear it," quinn responds.

"i'm over jack."

after those three words leave y/n's lips, quinn takes ahold of y/n's jaw, bringing his lips to hers.

just as y/n was about to move her hands to hold onto quinn's waist, he pulls away, still leaving only inches between them.

their mingled breaths linger between them, but not for long as y/n pulls quinn towards her, kissing him again. it's more emotional than the last kiss, filled with longing and desire.

y/n pulls on his black long sleeve shirt, pulling him into her room. without disconnecting their lips, he closes the door behind him. quinn's mouth moves to her neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the skin, as her hands roam to his front, reaching underneath his shirt.

"wait," quinn pulls away, both of them now panting. "i have one last gift for you."

y/n watches him reach into his pajama pants pocket, seeing something silver peeking out of a mesh bag.

"quinn, what is-"

"this might be really stupid, but it was a good idea at the time. um," he pauses, dropping the contents on the bag into his palm. y/n gasps at the small 'Q' charm. "if you'll be mine, i figured you might want my initial. y'know, like that one taylor swift song you love."

"quinn, oh my gosh," y/n's at a loss for words.

"can you put it on the necklace for me?" she asks him, making him nod and comply instantly.

he's quick to clasp it around the chain, falling in line with the other two charms. quinn's finger and thumb rub over the newly added charm.

"does this mean you'll be mine?"

y/n nods, and before she can get a real response out, quinn pulls gently on the necklace, drawing her towards him to push their lips together once again.

[willmackhughes]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ Captains Daughter .ᐟ ೀMC⁷¹

They were supposed to keep it a secret, but a quiet moment with Macklin turns into something else when your dad—Sidney Crosby, his idol, walks in.

˚₊· ᥫ᭡ Macklin Celebrini x Crosby!fem!reader ➜ Fluff. Note: The way i couldnt handle being Crosby daughter😭 masterlist.

The soft hum of the air conditioner in the Stockholm hotel room was the only sound between you and Macklin as you lay tangled in the crisp white sheets of his bed.

The World Championship had been a whirlwind so far—Canada dominating on the ice, Macklin stepping into his own on the world stage, and you.. trying to stay invisible.

Not easy when your dad was Sidney Crosby.

You weren’t supposed to be in Macklin’s room this late. You definitely weren’t supposed to be in his bed, tucked beneath his arm, your bare legs tangled with his while his fingers traced the curve of your waist under his oversized shirt.

But God, it felt nice. Comfortable. Like a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“You’re quiet,” Macklin murmured, voice low and sleepy, his lips brushing the top of your head.

“I’m just thinking,” you whispered.

“About what?”

“My dad killing you if he finds out about us.”

Macklin chuckled softly, his chest rising beneath your cheek. “You’re dramatic.”

You tilted your head, eyeing him. “He’s literally Sidney Crosby.”

He grinned, one hand lifting to brush your hair back gently. “Okay, valid.”

You sighed, relaxing back into him. “He still thinks I’m rooming with the girls travel staff.”

“And technically you are.. just not tonight.”

You swatted his chest lightly. “Don’t get cocky, Celebrini.”

He grinned wider and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Too late.”

Moments passed in silence again, his fingers now tracing slow patterns on your thigh. You felt your body sink deeper into the warmth of him, into the weightlessness of being wrapped up in someone who made the chaos of international hockey and family legacy feel distant. Macklin, he cared about you.

That alone made your heart ache in the best way.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide it,” Macklin said quietly. “It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong.”

You shifted slightly, looking up at him. “I know. But I don’t want you to have to deal with him being mad or disappointed or-”

You never got to finish your sentence. Because the door opened.

“Hey, Mack, I was just-” your dad’s voice froze mid sentence.

You and Macklin both jolted upright like you’d been caught robbing a bank.

Your heart leapt into your throat. The blanket slipped slightly, revealing your bare leg over Macklin’s, the unmistakable intimacy in the way his arm was still around you.

Your father’s eyes went wide. “Y/n?”

Macklin didn’t move, frozen beside you like if he didn’t breathe, maybe he wouldn’t die.

You wanted to vanish.

“Uhm” Macklin said, completely pale. “Hi, Mr. Crosby.”

“Dad,” you blurted, scrambling to pull the blanket up to your chin. “I-I thought you were with the coaching staff.”

“I was.. Then I thought I’d check in on the rook before lights out.” He blinked, clearly trying to process the situation. “Didn’t know I’d be walking into a-” he gestured vaguely at the bed “-thing.”

“It’s not a thing,” you said quickly. Then paused. “I mean- it is, but it’s not like- God, this is worse than death.”

Your dad stared at Macklin with an unreadable expression. “How long?”

Macklin swallowed. “A little while. Maybe a couple of months. Maybe more..”

“Seriously?” he said flatly.

“Yes, sir,” Macklin replied like he was at military roll call.

You buried your face in your hands. “We weren’t trying to disrespect you.”

Your dad exhaled heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could’ve told me.”

“I was going to,” Macklin offered.

“When?” he snapped. “After the medal game? During the national anthem?”

There was a long pause. Macklin glanced at you, clearly trying to gauge whether to keep going or let it die right there.

“I didn’t want it to seem like I was.. using her. Or trying to get on your good side through her. I wanted to make sure what we had was real before I said anything.”

Your breath caught. He’d never told you that. You turned your head slowly to look at him.

Your dad did too. For a few seconds, no one said anything.

Then your dad ran a hand over his face, muttering, “Jesus Christ..”

You groaned and buried yourself back in Macklin’s side.

He chuckled quietly, and you jabbed him in the ribs.“Sorry,” he whispered.

Your dad finally took a slow step back, still glaring at Macklin. “You’re a good player, kid. I’d like to think you’re a good person too.”

Macklin nodded. “I am. I mean—I’m trying to be.”

Your dad’s gaze shifted to you. “And you—next time you want to sneak around, don’t do it in a room full of rookie boys. You know half the team already looks up to you because of your last name. Don’t give them another reason to gossip.”

“Noted,” you mumbled.

“I’ll give you both the night,” he added reluctantly. “But we’re talking tomorrow. In public. Fully dressed.”

You nodded furiously. “Yes. Of course. Fully clothed conversations.”

He gave Macklin one last look. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t, sir.”

And with that, your father closed the door behind him.

Silence fell in the room. You stared at the closed door for a full five seconds before slowly collapsing back into the bed with a groan.

“I’m actually going to die,” you whispered.

Macklin was still staring at the ceiling, completely motionless.

“..Are you breathing?” you asked softly.

“I think I blacked out.”

You turned toward him. “He didn’t kill you.”

“Yet.”

[willmackhughes]

[willmackhughes]

I Was Made For Loving You (W.S, M.C)

Title: I Was Made For Loving You

Word Count: 21.2k

Pairing: Will Smith Hockey x Reader x Macklin Celebrini

Other characters: William Eklund, Tyler and Cat Toffoli

Summary: You and Will have been together for years, absolutely inseparable but when he lands in San Jose, the both of you meet Macklin, and decide that maybe it's time to open your relationship to someone else

Genre: mostly smut, like heavy heavy smut, some fluff

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!!! THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE BASED ON REAL PEOPLE BUT THE EVENTS AND FEELINGS OF THIS BOOK ARE MADE UP!!! THEY ARE NO INTENDED TO BE MISTAKEN FOR FACT IN REAL LIFE!!!

Warnings: Dom/Sub relationship, MMF content, poly! relationship, heavy smut, spitting, Will has a dirty mouth like really dirty mouth, use of words/phrases like "whore" and "take it", unprotected sex, spanking, choking, underaged drinking, use of sir, inviting your boyfriends best friend to sleep in bed with you guys, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of sex in front of other people, mentions of fighting and blood, slight scene with sub-drop, dry humping, insecure Will!, recording while having sex

A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS, THIS STORY IS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT. IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE JUST SCROLL!!!!! NOT PROOF READ SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU SEE A MISTAKE!!!!

You can hear the soft snores from your boyfriend next to you, snuggled up into your side, while the TV leaves a soft glow over his hotel room.  Whatever was playing on the TV is long forgotten by Will, having passed out about an hour ago, shortly after the two of you had gotten back from dinner.  Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Feeling confused, you look down at Will, but he doesn’t even flinch; he's completely asleep.  You pull yourself away from him, slowly rising to your feet towards the door.  You take a quick look out the peephole in the door, seeing Macklin standing outside, not even hesitating before pulling the door open.  “Hey Mack,” You say quietly, taking in his appearance in front of you.  He’s got an oversized hoodie on with the hood pulled up, loose grey sweats, and a pair of slides.  You look up again at his face, and you are met with his sad, red, rimmed eyes and the slight frown on his lips.  Your heart tugs a little bit before he responds to you. 

 “Hey Y/n, sorry to bother you, is Will asleep?”. You nod and pull the door open wider, inviting him inside.  “Yeah, he knocked out about an hour ago after we got home from dinner”.  He nods before he steps through the doorway, leaving his shoes at the door. “Oh, I’m sorry, I can leave then, I don’t want to bother you”.  You cut him off before he even finishes, “You’re not bothering me, Macklin, Will is bothering me even more with his snoring”.  He lets out a small laugh before sitting down on the small chair to the side of the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed next to him, letting the silence take over for a few seconds before you start talking again.  “Are you alright, Mack?  You look sad”.  He takes a deep breath before responding to you.  “Did Smitty tell you I was on a second date with that girl tonight?”. You nod, and he sighs before continuing.  “Yeah, I thought everything was going great until at the end of the date she told me it wasn’t gonna work out cause I was just too busy for her.  Like I was rearranging my schedule and everything just to be here and free tonight.” You feel yourself frown and you resist the urge to reach out and grab his hand. 

 “I’m sorry, Mack, I know Will was telling me how much you were doing just to get this date to work out, I’m sorry.” He nods before running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, I just don’t think this dating thing is for me.  Like, I try everything, but it never works out.  I’m either too busy, too nice, or too focused on work.  As a pro hockey player, I would be focused on my game, but I also have time for other things.  I don’t know how you guys do it”.  You cock your head before asking, “Do what?” He motions to Will sleeping on the bed and then to you sitting there.  “This! Like Will could be completely asleep for hours, and you can just sit here and watch him sleep, or after a win, it could be 2 am where you’re at, and you will still answer his phone call.” He looks over at Will, sighing. “I just wish I could have what you guys have.  Do you ever get mad at Will for playing hockey?” You smile a little bit before responding, “Trust me, it’s not always like this. We have our fights sometimes, but we love each other, so you have to be able to compromise.  I’d love for Will to be around more often but I know he loves hockey so I don’t let it bother me”.  

Mack nods before heavily sighing again.  “I know I just feel so lonely”.  “I’m sorry Mack”. You say before you're interrupted by a yawn, before you can apologize Mack lets out a yawn as well.  “I’m sorry you probably want to go to bed and I'm here complaining”. You shake your head looking over at Will sound asleep.  “Don’t worry about it. Why don’t you stay over?” You see his eyes go wide and look over at the bed.  “Uh, I don’t think this chair will be comfortable to sleep on”.  You let out a laugh at his response and roll your eyes at him.  “Just sleep in the bed with us.  Will got us the room with this huge bed so there is more than enough room”.  His eyes move back over to the bed and he hesitates.  “I don’t think Smitty would like it too much if he woke up and I was randomly in bed with him and his girlfriend”.  You roll your eyes again before reaching over to set your hand on his knee.  “He honestly won’t even care Mack.  I promise”.  “No he threatened to kill Ekky the other day cause he put his hand on your back when he was walking past you“.  You look over at your boyfriend on the bed, not trying to reveal too much about him but before you can think you say “He won’t care cause it’s you Mack.  Now come on and get in bed with us”.  He looks over at the bed again before standing up, making his way to the side you were sitting on. 

 “Ok,” he says, pulling his hoodie off, leaving him in just his sweatpants and a shirt.  You move further in the bed, making room for him next to you.  Reaching over Will, you grab the remote and turn off the TV, leaving only the nightlight you put in the room to glow.  You pull the blanket over yourself, turning to look at Mack,  slowly pulling more of the blanket over so he has some too.  “You don’t have to share the blanket with me, Y/n. I can just put my sweatshirt on if I get cold.”. You shake your head, throwing the rest of the blanket on him.  “Don’t worry, I don’t let Will share the blanket with me cause he pulls it all off during the night, so it’s enough for us”.  He hesitates before slowly relaxing under the blanket.  “It's a big blanket, Mack, you can relax, he's not gonna freak out”. He nods slowly before setting his head on the pillow behind him.  “Goodnight, Y/n”.  You smile slightly before saying, “Goodnight, Mack”.  

Wills POV

I groan as I wake up, vaguely registering my phone ringing.  I reach around on the nightstand, trying to find it, feeling it vibrate in my hand, bringing it up to my ear.  I don’t even check who is calling me, but I quickly find out as Ekky's screaming fills my ear.  “Hey man, do you want to come get breakfast with me?” I feel my stomach growl, and I don’t even have to think about my answer.  “Yeah, man, I think Y/n is still asleep, so I’ll meet you down there in a few minutes”.  Hanging up the phone, I stand up, turning around to look to see if Y/n is still asleep.  The picture I see before me is completely different.  Y/n is lying directly on the chest of Macklin, her face tucked into his neck, leg bent over his lap, and arms draped around his shoulders, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.  I feel the breath in my throat catch for a second, waiting for the jealousy inside of me, but it never comes.  Almost like he feels my eyes on him, Mack cracks his eyes open, looking up at me.  He looks down at Y/n and looks back up at me with wide eyes, and starts to pull himself away from her.  “Mack, hey man, it’s fine.  Don’t wake her up, it's alright”.  He stops moving to look at me. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how we got like this”. I put my hand out, waving him off. “Don’t worry about it, man.  Y/n clings like a koala when she’s asleep, she probably just rolled over to your side and latched onto you”.  He lets out a big yawn, and I look over at the clock, looking at the time.  “I’m gonna go to breakfast with Ekky, so if you want to go back to sleep, don’t worry.  I definitely wouldn’t recommend waking her up this early because she will be way too cranky”.  I grab my wallet along with my room key, “I’ll be back later, Mack”, I say, leaving the room.  

When I get downstairs, I see Ekky sitting at a table with Tyler next to him.  “Hey guys”. I set my stuff on the table and took a seat across from Tyler.  “Hey, Will, no Y/n?” I shake my head. “She's still sleeping in our room”.   I say, grabbing one of the menus placed on the table. “Hey, have you heard from Mack?  I tried to call him, but he didn’t answer”.  I shake my head no. “Maybe he’s still sleeping”. I see Tyler shake his head and look down at his phone.  “ No, I went to his room and he wasn’t there. I don't know where he is, I'm kind of worried”.  I take a deep breath before answering.   “Uh, he’s in my room”.  Both of their heads shoot up at me, and their eyes widen.  “Uh, I thought Y/n was in there sleeping?” Ekky questions, and I nod. “She is”. 

“So what is Mack just sitting in there or something?”. Tyler asks, and I shake my head, stuttering. “Uh- no, he’s sleeping too”.  “So let me get this straight? You’re down here eating breakfast with us while your girlfriend is upstairs with your best friend asleep?”. 

I nod slowly, watching as Ekky’s jaw drops open. “ So you're telling me that you threatened to kill me for putting my hand on her back while I was walking past her, but Mack and her are asleep in the same bed, and it doesn’t bother you.  That doesn’t make any sense”. I shrug and let out a sigh. “I don’t know, man, it's different,” Tyler says, looking confused. “How is it different?” I take a sip of my water before answering, “'Cause it’s Mack.”

Y/n Pov

I groan as I hear my phone go off, slightly upset as the body behind me is radiating so much warmth, I don’t even want to move.  Reaching around on the bed to grab it, slightly moving around, I hear a loud groan from behind me, the arms around my waist tightening.  Creaking my head to look up at my boyfriend, I feel my eyes widen as I realize Mack is the one still in bed with me.  Judging by the lack of Will, he has probably already seen us and might be the one currently calling my phone.  Bringing the phone up to my face, I read the name on the screen, hit the answer button, and then moved it to my ear.  “Hey baby, you say as you hear multiple voices talking in the background.  “Hey, love, sorry, did I wake you?” You sigh a little bit, stretching slightly before you answer.  “No, it’s fine, I was up.  What’s up? “I am down at breakfast right now, and then Tyler, Ekky, and I are gonna go out shopping.  Did you want to come with me or did you want me just to bring breakfast to you?”. You smile softly, feeling butterflies fill your stomach.  “You don’t have to bring me anything, baby.  I can just have room service breakfast”.  “Is Mack up yet?”. You pull the phone away from your ear, slightly turning yourself around to look at him.  “No, he's still passed out.  You’re not mad, right?”. He chuckles softly before answering. “You know I'm not mad, baby.  I’m gonna go shopping with them and just charge breakfast for you and Mack to the room”.   “Are you sure, baby, I can wake him up and we can come down?”.  You hear laughter coming through his phone, and you can hear the smile in his voice when he answers you.  “Don’t worry, love, I'll see you when we are done, alright?”. You say your goodbyes and hang up the phone, snuggling into the warmth Mack is radiating.  

As you scroll through your phone for a bit, you start to feel Mack stir behind you.  You can feel the exact moment he is awake, his grip on you loosening. Readjusting yourself to face him, you look up and immediately feel your heart flutter.  Mack is looking back at you, his hair all messy and his cheeks flushed pink.  “Hi Macky”. You say, and he gives you a little smile before moving his eyes from yours.  “Hi Y/n”.  You giggle at him before tightening your grip on him.  “So Will just called me and he and some of the guys went to the shop.  He told me to just order breakfast for us, what would you like?”.  “He’s just cool with us eating breakfast together while he’s out with the guys?”. He says while finally regaining eye contact with you.  “Yeah, Mack, he’s fine, I promise”.  He takes a deep breath before saying, “I don’t understand him at all, but ok”.  You giggle again, before pulling yourself away again to sit up.  “So what do you want to eat?”  

Soon enough, you find yourself sitting on the bed, your plate of pancakes sitting on your lap, while your glass of chocolate milk is sitting next to you on the bedside table.  Mack is sitting across from you, his plate with his omelet resting on his lap while he holds his cup, also filled with chocolate milk.  “No way Smitty did that?”  He laughs while almost spilling his glass of chocolate milk on the bed.  “I’m dead serious, and I remember my dad was like, yeah, I don’t know about him”.   You were always very close with Macklin, but you never realized how easy it genuinely was to talk to him.  You two continue small-talking for a while until you hear the door unlock, watching as Mack stiffens up.  As you turn around, you watch your boyfriend come through the door, carrying multiple bags and using his foot to close the door behind him.  “Hey baby!” You call out before taking your last sip of your drink, watching him place the bags down on the floor before making his way over to you.  “Hi, love,” he says while placing a kiss on the top of your head, plopping down next to you, grabbing the fork from your hands, and stealing the last of your pancakes.  “Will!” You whine out, causing the two men in the room to laugh.  “Enjoy your food, baby?”  Will says, locking eyes with you, and you nod while pouting at your empty plate. “So there is this store in the mall that I was looking at while I was there. I thought you’d like it, did you want to go, baby?”  You nod excitedly, and he looks over at Mack, slapping his hand on his shoulder.  “You want to come too, man? It’s cool”.  Mack seems a little taken aback for a second before nodding.  “Yeah, man, I'd love to.  Let me go back to my room, shower, and get dressed.”  Will nods, and Mack grabs his hoodie before standing up and walking out of your room.  

You hear the door click shut, and you immediately feel Will's eyes on you.  “So, baby, what are you up to?”  Looking over at him, you think a smirk forms on your lips, tilting your head at him.  “What do you mean?” He groans before readjusting himself, pushing your shoulders softly, forcing you to lie down on the bed.  He positions himself with one of his knees pressing in between your legs, causing you to shiver. “Let me ask you again, baby.  What are you up to?” Pressing his knee harder into your core, you reach out, grabbing his shoulders, letting out a soft cry at the pressure.

“Will, please!” He lets out a laugh before leaning down, pressing a kiss onto your lips, pulling back as soon as he feels you reciprocate.   “I’ll touch you, baby, don't worry.  You just have to answer my question.  What are you up to with Mack, hm?”  He reaches his hand down, brushing the hair off your forehead, looking at you expectantly.  “Are you mad at me?”  You question, and he doesn’t even hesitate before shaking his head.  “No, baby, of course not”, before he can say anything else, you ask again, “Are you mad at Macklin?”  He shakes his head again.  “You know I'm not mad at him either, baby.  I’m just trying to figure out what's going on here.”  You feel your eyes start to water slightly, taking a shaky breath before answering.  “I’m not sure, Will, I know that both of us feel something different with Macklin. We’ve had this conversation about him before. I don’t know what it is, but when I saw him last night, he just looked so sad.  He started talking about our relationship and how he wishes he could have what we have.  I don’t know, Will. I just thought that maybe inviting him into our bed would give us a chance to talk about it finally.”  You see his lips press into a thin line, and then you feel his hand find yours, grasping your fingers between his.  He rolls off of you, lying down in the bed next to you, taking a deep breath before finally breaking the silence.  

“I know what you mean when you say you feel something different with him.  When I was down at breakfast, the guys were asking where he was, and when I told them he was up here with you asleep, they couldn’t believe it. I've always felt jealous of the other guys around you, but when I woke up and saw you with Macklin, I didn't feel that way at all.”  “Well, what does this mean?  My feelings for you will never change, but we can’t keep acting like this isn’t happening.”  He nods, using his thumb to stroke the top of your hand that he’s still holding. “I don’t know love; I mean, it's different for me too because I’ve never felt this way for anyone else besides you, especially not another boy.” You nod, smiling slightly, gripping his hand tighter, trying to find the right words to say.“It’s not just another boy, Will; it’s Macklin, and that means we can’t run from it. He means too much to both of us to just let this go.” He lets out a groan, releasing your hand and rubbing his eyes with his palms. “What do we even do, babe? Sit him down and say Hey Mack, yeah, guess what, we both like you. Why don’t you join our relationship?”

You giggle a little bit before responding.  “I mean, definitely not like that, but I’m sure if we sit him down, we can maybe find the words.  We have to remember that it’s Mack, and that he’s not scary.”  He nods before smiling slightly at you, “Ok, after we go shopping with him, maybe we can sit him down and try to have this conversation.” Smiling slightly, you roll over on top of him, setting yourself right into his lap. “Well, right now you promised me that you’d touch me if I told you, so I think I’m owed that.”  Your boyfriend laughs before putting his hand on the back of your head, pushing it down to meet his lips.  

Mack POV

Hearing my door slam shut behind me, I release a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.  How is Smitty just ok with that? Shaking my head, I walk over to my bathroom, throwing my clothes to the floor, and I step into the hot water, trying to forget whatever I was feeling at the moment.  Something in me can’t shake the feeling of her, waking up to the feeling of her warm body pressed to mine.  I also can’t shake the feeling of his eyes on mine, not quite understanding what I was feeling. When I had looked at Will this morning, after realizing his girlfriend was quite literally on top of me, I had expected him to look jealous, or even angry.  The look in his eyes was so intense that it sent shivers down my spine.  Grabbing the shampoo from the side of the shower, I pour some into my hand and work it into my scalp, trying to calm my mind.  

After finally getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I grab my phone and my room key, making my way back over to Will’s room.  As I approach the door, I raise my hand to knock, hesitating as I hear voices coming through the door.  

“Yeah, is that what you want, baby? Need me to stuff you full so everyone knows who you belong to? Or is it so you remember? You need that fucking reminder of who you belong to, yeah?”  Mack feels his eyes go wide, and he whispers out a soft “fuck”.  He knows he should walk away; this is an invasion of privacy, especially since he probably had a hand in it. He knew that Will wasn’t truly okay with this, but for a moment, he wanted to believe there was something between the three of them. What keeps him standing there is hearing your voice say, “Yes, please, sir, I need the reminder!” “Yeah, then tell me who? Who fucks you this good, baby?” Mack can hear the way you’re crying before you answer.  “You, sir, you’re fucking me this good!” “Yeah, I am, baby, not Mack. Remember that the next time you want to act like a fucking whore”. Then he hears what he assumes is Will's hand striking your skin, and with that, he is finally able to walk away.  

Back to your POV

Once you feel your boyfriend pull out of you, you immediately collapse onto the bed. “God fuck, Will, are you trying to kill me?”  You say, grabbing his outstretched hand, letting him pull you up to stand.  “No, of course not, angel.  Let's get you to go to the bathroom and get dressed, so we can meet back up with Mack to go shopping.”  You nod, grabbing your clothes from the floor.  Once you're both finally redressed, you grab your purse off the table and follow Will.  He walks over to another hallway, stopping in front of what I guess to be Macklin’s room.   He brings his hand up to knock at the door, and a full thirty seconds go by before the door opens.  Macklin steps through the doorway, and you can't help but notice how strange he is acting. He closes the door behind him before quietly greeting both of you. He walks ahead of you guys, and Will sends you a look when Macklin is focused on pressing the elevator button.   Once you get in there, you can feel the weird energy, and you start to feel like you want to curl up in on yourself. You're not the only one who must feel the same way, because Will asks, “Are you alright, man?” Mack nods before hurriedly answering, “Yeah, I’m alright”.  Will sends you another look before shaking his head.  

Luckily, the place Will wants to go is only about a 5-minute walk, so it doesn’t take you long to get there.  Thank God, too, because you chose to stand in the middle of the two guys on the sidewalk, to hopefully get Mack to stop acting weird, but the only thing you’re getting from him is one or two-word answers.   Any thoughts about anything else are quickly pulled from your mind when you look at the store in front of you.  This store has pretty much anything you’ve ever mentioned to Will about being interested in.  Turning to your left, you throw yourself at Will, hugging him tight, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Will, oh my god, why didn’t I know this place existed?”   He laughs before pulling his card out of his wallet and handing it to you.  “I wanted to surprise you, so I didn’t tell you, but get whatever you want, baby.” Your eyes widen, and you hesitate to take his card, but he grabs your hand and places it on your palm.  You jump excitedly, running over to the display of the new jellycats you had been eyeing.  You can hear Will laugh from behind you as you spot one you’re interested in. 

Minutes pass, and you start to cause real damage; you’re trying to carry at least four of the stuffed animals in your arms.   One of them starts to fall, but before you can try to catch it, another hand grabs it for you, setting it in a basket.  Looking up, you’re met with Macklin’s green eyes, and you smile.  “OMG, Mack, thank you!!! I got a little ahead of myself there.” He lets out a small smile and takes the rest of them out of your arms, placing them in the basket.  You go to grab the basket out of his hands, but he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll carry it for you.”  You smile at him, “Are you sure? I can carry it.”  He nods before taking the basket and looking around at some of the close-by displays.  After checking out a few more displays of other products, you pick up a few more things.

Mack follows right behind you with the basket, while Will stands by the front door, taking a phone call.   “Ok, let's go check out!”  You say walking to the front register.  Mack takes the basket and places it up on the counter for you.  While the cashier starts ringing up your purchases, you notice Macklin’s attention on one of the little jellycats next to the register, picking it up off the rack. “Do you want that, Mack?” He quickly shakes his head, putting it back on the rack.  You roll your eyes before standing next to him, pulling it off the shelf, and adding it to your haul.

“Y/n, it's fine if I want it, I'll buy it myself.”  The cashier hesitates before scanning it, looking between you and Macklin, but you assure her to add it to the order.  “It's fine, Mack.”  The cashier doesn't put it in a bag and instead hands it to him directly; his cheeks turn pink as he thanks her.  You giggle softly, giving Will’s card to her, before picking up the bags.  She gives you the card back, and you thank her, Mack taking some of the bags from your hands.  Once you get back towards the door, Will is finally off the phone and smiles at you.  “You get everything you want, angel?” You blush at the nickname before nodding, “Thank you, Will”.  He smiles, turning his head towards Mack.  “I told Y/n I can pay for my own so that I can like Venmo you or something,” Will laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, Mack, that one's cute.  There is one of those like big mall foodcourts over there. Did you want to get a drink or a snack or something?” You nod excitedly, and Will reaches over to you, grabbing the remaining bags from your hands. “You guys, I can carry my bags, you know”.   “We know!” they say at the same time, and you shake your head following behind them.  

When you arrive at a table, you all sit down, trying to figure out where to eat.   You and Will can never agree on where to eat, so you guys spend the first minute arguing about it, while Mack whips his back and forth between you guys.  “No one else wants that, Y/n!” Will exclaims jokingly while you reach over, slapping his shoulder lightly. Macklin speaks up next, “Um, actually, I like that”.  Your eyes light up, and you lean over the table.  “Really!”  You exclaim, and he nods. “Ok, then you guys go get yours, and I’ll wait here, and then I’ll go up,” Will says, and you both stand up to go get your food.  “Here, Y/n, take my card,”  Will calls after you, and you link your arm in Macklin’s and pull him away, giggling, knowing Will hates it when you don’t use his card.  Once you reach the counter, you both order together, knowing it's just easier when it's busy.  When it comes time to pay, you get into your wallet to pull out your card, but a phone taps the card reader before you can even register.  

“Macklin!” You whine, and he laughs, grabbing both trays, leading the way for you back to the table.  When you get back to the table, Will is sitting there playing on his phone.  “Alright, I’m gonna go get mine next, I'll be right back hopefully”.  You nod, hitting your straw off the table, attempting to get the paper back.  When you see Will completely disappear into the crowd, you take the opportunity to corner Macklin.  “So why are you being so weird all of a sudden?”  He chokes on the drink he just filled his mouth with, eyes widening in shock.  You hand him some of the napkins next to you as the drink starts to puddle on the table.  “I um I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”  You roll your eyes, raising your eyebrows at him.  “Don’t play dumb, Macklin.  You started acting weird as soon as you went back to your hotel room.  What is your issue?”  He sighs before slumping forward in his seat, to be closer to you.    

“I know Will is mad at me, I just don’t want to upset him anymore.”   You feel your eyebrows furrow, and you cock your head to the side, feeling so confused about what he’s talking about.  “What are you talking about? Will isn’t mad at you?”  He sighs slightly, and you continue, “Did Will say something to you, because I talked to him and he isn’t mad or upset with you at all.” He shakes his head and clears his throat.  “No, he didn’t say anything to me, I uh”, he pauses and you flag him on.  “You what, Macklin?” You see his cheeks turn pink, and he takes a sip of his water.

“I uh heard you guys um earlier.”  “Heard what? What are you talking about?”  You genuinely have no idea what he is talking about, and you watch him take a deep breath before speaking again.  “I heard you guys having sex when I was walking up to the door to come back, and I heard what Will was saying”.  Your mouth falls open, and your hand comes up to cover your mouth.  “Oh, oh my God, Mack, um, I don’t even know what to say.  It’s not what you think, I promise, he’s not mad at you.”   “Really, cause it sure sounded like it.”  You can’t even find the words to say, not knowing how to explain the situation. If you were in his shoes, you could understand why he’d think that, and you want to tell him so bad.  That you want him too, Will wants it too, but Will isn’t here, and you can’t go behind his back like that.  “Mack, I swear, I know how it sounds, but I promise you it’s not like that.”   You’re startled out of your thoughts by the chair being pulled out to the side of you, your boyfriend setting his tray down, and settling into his chair.  “What’s wrong?”  Will asks, seeing the distressed look on your face, and before you can answer, Mack blurts out, “Nothing, everything's fine!”  You can tell that Will doesn’t buy it but when he looks over at you, you’re silently begging him with your eyes to not press on the issue.  He reaches down, grabbing your hand, squeezing it before dropping it to eat his food.  The rest of the lunch is awkward to say the least, but you try to continue the conversation.  

While trying to get Will to talk about his last goal, Macklin’s phone starts ringing, and he takes the opportunity to leave early.  “Sorry, coach wanted to talk to me before the meeting today, so I gotta go, thanks for today, guys.” Before either of you can respond, he’s already gone. “Ok, so what the fuck was that?” You shake your head and readjust yourself in your chair so you’re facing him. “Mack still thinks you’re mad at him.”  “What! What are you talking about?”  You groan, covering your face with your hands. “He fucking heard us, Will, when we were fucking earlier.” Will snorts and starts uncontrollably laughing.  “Will it’s not funny.”  “No, it’s not, but way to be fucking blunt, baby.  Did he say that, too? When we were fucking.” You roll your eyes and push his shoulder, standing up to throw your garbage away.    

Once you guys arrive back at the hotel room, Will has to shower, so you decide to turn the TV back on and catch up on some shows.  You’re about halfway through an episode of your favorite show when Will walks out, hair slightly damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.  God, you don’t know if there's a full moon or something, but you need him so badly.  “Will, do you have to leave right now?”.  He turns around, pulling his pants up, looking at you with his head cocked. “Why, baby, what’s wrong?”.  You smile slightly, biting your lip, looking up at him.  “I need you”.  You see a smirk form on his face, and he turns around again, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.  “You need me, huh? Well, you’re gonna have to wait, angel.  Can you do that for me? Be a good girl and wait, you know we have that dinner tonight too.  I’ll take care of you after”.  He makes his way over to the bed, standing over you, and when you whine, he shakes his head, slapping the inside of your thigh.  “Behave yourself”.  Before you can say anything else, he walks back over and picks up his bag.  “I’ll be back later”.  

You’re so into your show that you barely register your alarm going off, very grateful you set one, or else you would either be late or have no time to get ready.  Forcing yourself to turn off the TV, you finally get up, grabbing the outfit you had laid out.  Looking through your suitcase, you try to find the best underwear you brought with you.  Finally, you settle on a bright red matching set, sliding it on before putting the black dress you got for this on.  Walking into the bathroom, you check over your hair and makeup, and put on some more perfume.  Throwing your shoes on, you grab your purse, checking your phone to make sure the plans didn’t change, before texting Will that you’re going down to the lobby now.   Once you get down to the lobby, you look around, trying to figure out who is here.  You get to scan about half of the people standing around before making eye contact with Macklin, neither of you breaking eye contact.  You notice Mack’s cheeks starting to flush, and before you can approach him, you feel a hand on your lower back. You look back at Will, who is urging you to follow the group out of the lobby. 

Dinner goes precisely the way you thought it would, Will and Macklin not even making any eye contact with each other.  You, of course, were seated next to Will, with Macklin across from you, Cat next to you, and Tyler across from her.  Someone from further down the table asks both Will and Macklin a question, and when the two answer, barely looking at each other, Tyler sends you a confused look.   “What’s their issue?”  Cat asks, whispering in your ear, and you shrug.  “Wish I knew girl”. Will looks over at you when you start to tear little pieces off your napkin, bringing his hand down to rest on your thigh.  “You alright?” You shake your head no fast before leaning over to whisper in his ear, “I’ve had two people ask what your and Mack’s issue is, I’m starting to freak out a little bit.”  He squeezes your thigh “We’ll figure it out love.”  You nod taking another sip of your drink.  You try to continue the conversation with Cat to pass the time, and it seems to work, because next thing you know, people are at the other end of the table, getting up and forcing out a goodbye to the people leaving.  

 Out of the five of you left at the table, no one dares to move; the tension is so high between all of you.  “Alright, what is going on with you guys?”  You feel the breath catch in your throat, and Mack answers for you. “Nothing is wrong,” your boyfriend scoffs, and you squeeze your eyes shut.  “You’re so full of shit, Mack.  You’re the one with a fucking problem.”  “Will come on,”  You say, grabbing his arm, but he shakes his head.  “No, honestly Mack, I can’t figure out what your issue is.  I told you that I wasn’t mad at you and it was all fine, but now, all of a sudden, you have an issue.  What, because you heard us talking about you while we were having sex?”  You gasp, watching Mack’s eyes widen, and you can feel both Tyler and Cat’s eyes on you.  Deciding that you’ve had enough, you stand up, pushing your chair out, before grabbing your purse, turning on your heels to walk out of the restaurant.  “Y/n!”  You hear Will yell, but you don’t stay to listen, starting your walk back to the hotel.  Surprisingly, Will never catches up with you; you enter the elevator, sighing, and lean back against the wall.  Once you get through the door, you throw off your shoes and fall onto the bed.  You get about two minutes of silence before you hear the door beep, and it opens. 

 “Baby?”  You hear Will say, before feeling the bed sink next to you.  “Fuck off, William.”  He sighs, reaching over to place a hand on your shoulder.  “Can you sit up for me, baby?  We have a guest.”  You roll your eyes, bringing yourself to sit up.  You look over at the door and your eyes meet Mack’s, him giving you a small smile.  “I think we need to talk, all three of us.” You look over at your boyfriend, and he nods at you, giving you a reassuring smile.  “Come sit, Mack.”   He hesitates at first, but he joins you guys on the bed, sitting right next to you.  Will sighs, running a hand through his hair, before looking at you again. “I don’t know how to go about this, Macklin, but we need to fix this cause I don’t want to fight with you. I promise you, Macklin, that I am not upset with you at all about anything.”  Mack takes a deep breath before he asks a question. “Then why were you saying that to her when you guys were, you know, it seemed like the timing would have been you talking about and being upset with me.”  “I brought it up when I was fucking her cause I knew she would like it, it was dirty talk Mack, I wasn’t upset with her or you.”  You feel your cheeks get hot, and you look down at the bed, trying to avoid looking at Mack.   Mack coughs a little, causing you to look back up finally. “So you guys just often bring up your friends during sex, then?”  You quickly shake your head, and Will takes a deep breath. 

 “Uh, no, Mack, um, just you typically,”  You answer, and Mack’s eyes shoot over to yours, “Just me?” He asks, not breaking eye contact with you.  You nod slowly at him, and you feel Will’s hand brush your leg, resting on your knee.  “Yeah, Mack, just you.” Your breath hitches at Will’s reassurance, and you can see Mack swallow.  “Um, why me?” You look over at Will, unsure if this is how you want to approach it, but he tells you, “Go ahead, baby.”  You take a deep breath before continuing.  “Honestly, Macklin, I’m not sure how to approach this, but both of us are really into you.”  His eyes flicker between the two of you before asking, Both of you?” You look over at Will wanting him to give Mack that reassurance. He nods. “Yeah, Macklin, both of us.”

  “So it’s just like a sexual thing with you guys?”  You shake your head no “No Macklin when I say we’re into you I mean like romantically as well.”  His eyes widen slightly, looking over at Will.  “But you and Will have been together for years.”  You nod “That’s true we have been and that is why we were able to have that conversation.  It was terrifying when I realized I was developing feelings for you; all I had ever known was Will. But I knew that I could trust Will with my feelings and talk to him about it.” Will cuts you off looking over at you, “and when she came to me scared about it, I was able to reassure her cause she wasn’t alone in those feelings.”  You feel butterflies start to form in your stomach at his kind words, reminding you why, all these years you’ve been in love with Will.  “My feelings for you Macklin don’t change anything I have with Will.  We understand if you don’t feel the same way, it's a lot, I know, but we needed to have this conversation with you.” Will speaks again. “Especially for me, I know you thought it was weird this morning when you woke up with her and I wasn’t upset about it.  I was looking at you guys for a while, waiting for that jealous feeling in my stomach, but I never felt it, Mack.  I just felt happy seeing the two of you together, like I’ve wanted for a little while now.” You bring your attention back to Mack.  “Like I said, Macklin, we understand if you don’t feel the same. Still, we needed to have this conversation regardless, so you’d understand where we’re coming from.”  

You watch Mack nod before looking down at the bed, before taking a deep breath.  “I understand where you’re coming from, I um do feel the same way.  I guess I’m just really scared, you know.  You and Will have been together forever, and I’m just not sure where I’d fit.” You reach your hand out to touch Macklin’s, looking at him for permission, and he nods.  You grab his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, “You don’t have to be scared with us, Mack.  Will and I have been together forever, yes, but what we feel for you is real, and we consciously or not have made room for you with us.”  Will’s hand finds your shoulder, resting his hand on it, watching Macklin’s reaction. “Are you sure?”  Mack asks, and you nod.  “We are very sure about it, Mack. We have had many conversations about it. This isn’t something we talked about once and then brought up.”  Macklin nods and looks down at your hand, his thumb brushing over the top of yours. “If you’re willing to, Mack, we’d love for you to join us,”  Will says, and you look over at him with a slight smile on your lips.  “Ok, I’m trusting you guys.” 

 You smile, squeezing his hand.  “You can trust us, Mack, I promise.”    He nods, smiling back at you, “Can we not tell anyone yet? I want to get used to this first.”   You nod, and Will speaks up, “Of course, Mack, we don’t have to tell anyone if you want, as much as I’d love to shout it from the rooftops, we do have to be careful about it.”  You nod and look back at Mack, and he opens his mouth to speak again, “So then what are we, like am I like your boyfriend, or oh my god am I a side piece?”  You snort, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth.  “No, Mack, you’re not a sidepiece. Yes, you’d be both of our boyfriends if that were something you’d be interested in with me.”  You see the blush return on Mack’s cheeks, and he nods.  “Um, yeah, that’d be something I’m interested in, Will.”  Will smiles, “Good, then you’re our boyfriend, and Y/n is our girlfriend.” You let out a little giggle before saying, “Wow, this day has been pretty crazy for all of us, huh?”  Will nods, saying, “You could say that again”. 

You, of course, invite Mack to stay in your bed again tonight, and he agrees much faster this time. Mack is lying in bed on the right side of you, and you shake your head when Will goes to roll in next to you.  “You still owe me an apology, baby.” He scoffs at you before he rolls his eyes.  “What are we on about now?”  You scoff and roll over, placing your head on Mack’s chest, ignoring Will.  “Y/n?” Will asks, and you continue to ignore him; you can feel Mack laughing.  “Please tell me what I should be sorry for.”

You roll your eyes, turning around again to face him.  “Huh, I don’t know, maybe telling both Tyler and Cat that we were talking about Mack while we were having sex.”  He winces before nodding.  “Yeah, that was not my smartest move, huh?”  You roll your eyes at him.  “Yeah, you think William?” He sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to grab your hand.  “I’m sorry, baby, I wasn’t thinking before I said it.  I’ll talk to them about it.” “Yeah, you better, Will.”  He nods, smiling down at you, placing a kiss on your lips before moving into the bed next to you. “Alright, Mack, we gotta go to bed, we have an early game tomorrow,” Will says, turning off the last remaining light in the room.  

You’re the first to wake up in the morning, pulling yourself out of Mack’s arms, and you make your way to the bathroom to shower.  Throwing your clothes to the floor, you step into the warm shower, immediately relaxing.  After you wash your conditioner out, you hear the door to the bathroom click open, you roll your eyes, already knowing it's Will.  The sliding glass door to the bathroom opens, and you see Will join you.  “Hey, baby.”   You say, staring at him, and he looks back at you.  “You know, with all our excitement last night, I forgot about what I told you.” You look confused before he takes a step closer to you, pressing his lips onto yours.  You feel your back hit the cold tile behind you, and you groan as you feel his hands grip your waist.  “Were you a good girl for me?  Didn’t touch yourself when I was gone?”  You whimper a little bit when you feel his hands start to wander down.  “I was good, I promise.”  He smiles down at you, “Yeah? My pretty girl didn’t play with her pussy while I was gone?”  You shake your head no fast, and you watch as he sinks to his knees, putting one of your legs over his shoulder.  “Let me take care of you then”.  

Will makes you cum twice in the shower, one on his tongue and the other on his cock, your legs shaking, barely able to hold yourself up.  “Alright, love, are you done showering, cause I have to shower now, and if you’re still here, I will never finish.”  You nod, not trusting your voice to work after the moans you let out.  He smiles at you, opening the shower door, making sure you have your footing.  Grabbing Will’s shirt off the floor and pulling your panties up your legs, you open the bathroom door.  Walking over to your suitcase, you rifle through, trying to find your gameday outfit. You usually opt for a classic shark's shirt with a little number 2 on the sleeve, paired with a black skirt and some comfortable shoes.  You always wear a necklace with a little “W” on it; you need to get a little “M” or something now, you think to yourself, smiling.  Pulling the skirt up your legs, you look over to see if Mack is still sleeping before pulling Will’s shirt off, hooking a new bra on, and pulling the shirt you picked out over your head.  The bathroom door opens, and you see Will walk through the doorway, shirtless because you took his shirt, with sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips.

“Is he up?”  He asks you, and you shrug.  “I don’t know.”  Macklin groans from the bed before slightly sitting up.  “How could I not be.  You know, you guys could try to be a little quieter.”  You feel your cheeks heat up, but Will just laughs.  “You’ll get used to it, Mack, she just can’t help it, can you, baby?”  You throw the shirt you stole at Will, and he laughs.  “You’re so shy, baby. Mack’s your boyfriend, too, now he deserves to know what he’s in for, that you’re a screamer.”   Mack laughs from the bed, and you send a glare at Will.  “Trust me, I didn’t have to become her boyfriend to know that, but if you’ll excuse me, I have to shower. “  Your jaw drops open at his words, and Will doubles over laughing.  “Maybe I’ll wear Ekky’s jersey today.”  You say going to take the shirt off, standing there in your bra, and that causes Will to stop laughing real fast, Mack freezing in the doorway as well.  “Not funny, Y/n,”  Will says, and you cock your head, raising an eyebrow at him.  “Who said I was joking? Maybe I’ll walk to his room right now dressed just like this, too.”  

You see the shift in Will’s eyes, and you feel yourself shiver.  “I thought I fucked the brattiness out of you this morning, but maybe I was wrong.  I’m gonna give you ten seconds to put your fucking shirt back on or I’m gonna bend you over my knee and spank your ass until it's fucking purple, do you understand?” Your eyes meet Macklin’s behind Will in the doorway, and you don’t want his first experience with you guys to be like that, so you begrudgingly pull the shirt back over your head.  “Good girl,” Will says, walking past you and grabbing his dress shirt from the chair next to you.    Macklin finally walks through the doorway of the bathroom, slamming the door shut.  Will chuckles, looking over at you, “Think he’s jerking off in there?” You roll your eyes, passing Will his tie.

Macklin does take a suspiciously long time in the bathroom, but none of you mention it.   He walks out in the same shirt and sweatpants and groans.  “Fuck I forgot my suit in my room. It’d look so fucking weird if I were walking back to my room freshly showered to get it.”  “I can get it.”  Will volunteers and Mack grabs his wallet, opening it to get out his room card, which he hands to Will.  “I’ll be back,”  Will says, shutting the door behind him.  Macklin clears his throat behind you, and you turn around to look at him.  “What’s up?”  You ask, sitting on the bed next to him.  He hesitates before speaking, “Is Will always like that?”   “Like what?”  You ask, grabbing his hand.  “So intense”.  You smile a little bit before answering.  “Only sometimes, I have a little bit of a bratty streak, so he’s like that a lot with me.  But I’m sure you’re a good boy, Macky, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”  You see the shiver that sends down his body and smile. The door reopens, and Will appears holding Mack’s stuff.  Mack gets up extremely fast, thanking Will quickly before bringing his bag to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.  “What’d you do to him, baby?”      

Once Mack is finally dressed, you gather your things and follow both of them out of the door, down to the lobby.  They both have to take the team bus, while you’re hanging out with some of the WAGs before the game.  “Alright, boys, I’ll see you guys after the game.”  Will smiles down at you, pressing a kiss to your lips, and Mack gives you a small wave and smile.   You have a great time with the other girls; the last couple of days have been a lot, so it felt nice to be able to relax without the boys there. Your two boyfriends, you think, good god, I am the luckiest girl in the world.  It is finally time for the game to start. There are only a few other WAGs there, so you chose to sit in the reserved seats instead of the family room.  You always love sitting in the actual seats to watch, and it's much more exciting this way.  About halfway through the game, you are in awe; you don’t know if becoming boyfriends has their minds connected, but the two of them have at least five points combined.  The Sharks win that night 6-4, and you can tell the boys are beyond pumped.

The whole team decides to go out that night, all of the boys changing into their street clothes.  You wait the longest of course, waiting for either one of them to come out of the locker room.  Your ears perk up hearing the door open, and you see Mack walk out.  “Hey Mack, great job tonight.”  He smiles widely at you, pulling you into a hug.  “Thank you, Y/n.”  You’re a little taken aback by the hug at first, knowing he doesn’t want anyone knowing, but you soon remember that there is no one else here, so you squeeze him a little tighter.   “Is Will almost done?”  He nods at you, and soon enough, you hear the door open, Will walking through the double doors.  “Alright, are we ready? They said it's like a 3-minute walk at most.” Both you and Mack nod, and you start walking over to the bar.  Once you enter, you’re almost immediately swept away from your boyfriends.  You find yourself just moving around, talking to whoever, keeping an eye out for both Will and Mack. At least two hours go by before you see either one of them, but Mack is the first to reappear to you.  

The sight you see, though, immediately pisses you off. Macklin sat on a stool with a woman probably twice your age, very obviously forcing Macklin to talk to her.  Excusing yourself from the current conversation you’re a part of, you walk over to where they are. You can tell from his body language that Macklin is so uncomfortable, and when he looks over at you when you get next to them, his eyes light up.  “Hey Mack! You alright?”  You ask, slinging your arm around his shoulder.  “He’s fine.”  The woman says, and you glare at her.  “I don’t remember asking you. Besides, what are you like 40 years old, he’s not even old enough to drink, get lost, ma’am.” She rolls her eyes at you before turning on her heels and walking away.  You hear Mack giggle beside you, and you look over at him, the sight causing you to smile.  His green eyes looked back at you, filled with love, and his cheeks were flushed a bright pink while a goofy smile graced his lips.  “God, thank you Y/n!” He stutters out, and you groan.  

“Who gave you alcohol, Macklin?”  He lets out another giggle before bringing his finger up to his mouth in a shushing position.  “I'll never tell.”  As upset as you are at someone giving your underage boyfriend alcohol, you can't lie about how cute he is right now.   Suddenly, there is another hand on your back, and you turn your head around to see Will.  “Oh, thank god.”  He looks confused at your words, before he looks over at Macklin, seeing him look like he is about to fall off the stool.  “Oh shit, Y/n, why would you give him alcohol?”  Your mouth fell open, and if you weren’t holding Mack, you probably would have slapped him.  “Will, of course, I didn’t give him alcohol, you asshole.”  He chuckles slightly, removing your hands from Macklin, holding him up instead. “Alright, Mack, night's over, let's get you to bed.” Mack groans in protest, but Will doesn’t pay him any mind, helping him up and to the door.  You grab Mack’s phone from the table and make sure you have your purse before following them.  It takes a while to get Mack back up to your hotel room, but finally you get him through the door and Will helps set him on the bed.  ‘Can you help him change love? I’m gonna get some water for him to drink and some pain killers.”    

You nod as Will throws you one of his shirts for Mack.  “Alright, Mack, help me out here.” He nods, starting to pull his other shirt over his head, throwing it on the floor.  While this isn’t the first time you’ve seen him shirtless, it is the first time since you’ve started dating, and you can’t help but admire him a little bit.  “Y/n, I told you to help him change, not check him out.”   You roll your eyes, putting Mack’s head through the hole of the t-shirt.  Will sets the water down on the nightstand next to you, joining you as you sit on the bed. “Ok, stand up, Mack.”   He stumbles a little bit getting up, but you can tell he’s sobering up a little bit.  Undoing the buckle of his belt, you then undo the button of his pants, pulling them down his legs, leaving him just in his boxers and Will’s shirt.  You help him sit back down, forcing him to drink some water and take some of the painkillers that Will put out.  Will starts to change as well, leaving you to deal with Mack.  When Will comes back out, you’re finally able to get Mack to lie down.  You stand up, going to change, when Will sits down on the bed, Macklin’s arms reach out, grabbing Will, pulling him into his arms.  You laugh slightly, watching the shocked look on Will’s face before he relaxes a little bit, lying back into Macklin’s arms.

 “Can I tell you guys something?”  You look at Will before nodding, and Mack continues, “When I went to take a shower this morning, I took so long cause I was jerking off.”    You snort, covering your mouth, trying not to start uncontrollably laughing.  “Uh, yeah, we figured Macklin.”  His eyes widen. “Really?” he questions and starts laughing.  You nod, smiling at him.  “Alright, after that I’m gonna go change and I’ll join you two in a few, ok?”  Will just nods, but Macklin responds to you.  “Ok, baby!”  You feel your heart stop and your stomach start to flutter.  “Ok”.  You say walking away into the bathroom.  God, you don’t know why you were ever scared to bring up Mack to Will, cause you think this is one of the best things to ever happen to you.   

Once the roadie is over, you and Will invite Mack over to your apartment quite frequently.  You've still decided not to tell anyone; you're just enjoying each other's presence for the time being.  Over the next few months, you learn so much more about Mack, really enjoying being around him as his girlfriend and not just Will’s girlfriend.  It seems like whenever Mack is not there, though, you and Will fuck like bunnies. Spending hours with him pounding into you, fucking you through the mattress.  It’s not that you guys don’t want to involve Mack in the sex aspect, but you know that he’s a little nervous about it, especially the Will aspect.  God, you think about how anxious he was during your first kiss, you can’t even imagine having him like that.  

The three of you were sitting on Will’s couch watching a movie, Will to the side of you, and you sitting in Mack’s lap.  You started readjusting and accidentally elbowed Mack right in the nose.   “Oh my God! Mack baby, I’m so sorry, are you alright?”.  You say while turning around in his lap, straddling his lap, moving to grip his chin, forcing him to look at you.  “Yeah, I'm alright, Y/n, it’s alright”.  “Are you sure?”.  He nods, looking down at you, your faces inches apart, looking at the grip you have on his chin.

“Can I kiss you, Macklin?” His eyes move from yours to your lips, moving back up to look into your eyes, and he nods.  “Yes, please”.  You smile, pressing your lips onto his.  You can tell he’s nervous, so you pull back not to overwhelm him, but the look on his face has you immediately feeling warm.  His eyes are glossed over, cheeks pink, and mouth slightly open, panting out of it.  “You alright, baby?”. You question, and he nods, reaching out to grab your waist. 

“I’m alright, baby, please more.”  You smile down at him, reaching around to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.  “Yeah, you want more baby, don’t worry, I'll give you more.” You press your lips to his again, this time a little more roughly, setting yourself more firmly on his lap.  You feel his mouth open a little bit, and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, softly brushing his.  He lets out a soft groan, and you can feel his cock start to stir under you.  “Fuck!” you gasp, feeling the drag of his cock brush your clit.  He pulls back at your exclamation, panting.  “Um, I’m sorry I don’t want you to think it’s cause I don’t want you, but I don’t think I’m ready to uh”.  You smile at him, running your fingers through his hair.  “That’s alright, Mack, you don’t have to feel bad.  If you’re not ready, I won’t push you. I’m sorry if I pushed you farther than you wanted”.  He shakes his head fast, “No, you didn’t push me, I promise.” You smile, giving him another fast peck on his lips.  When you climb off of him, Will grabs you by the waist, pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.  You’re about to question him until you feel him behind you, hard cock straining in his pants.  You feel a slight smirk form on your lips, pressing your ass down onto him.  “I don’t want to freak Mack out, baby.” You nod, snuggling into him.  

That memory comes back to you one day while you’re alone in your and Will’s shared apartment. Mack had left that night, leaving you and Will alone.  Will took advantage of all that alone time, fucking you on the couch, your bed, the island in the kitchen.  Looking over at the clock, you see that it’s only five and neither of them is supposed to be done with practice until at least 5:30 or 6, so you slip your hand down into your panties, whining at the friction against your clit.  Your mind goes to Will first, pinning you down to the bed with his cock driving into you, fucking you so hard your eyes roll back into your head.  But then your mind starts to wander to Mack, your sweet, loving boyfriend who barely holds your hand without asking first.  You imagine him standing behind Will as he splits you open on his cock, Mack just watching with his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks.  That thought alone is enough to push you over the edge, crying out as you cum, shaking through your orgasm. 

 You wait until you catch your breath before standing up again, looking in the mirror, making sure you don’t look crazy.

You go to the kitchen and start cooking dinner, boiling water to make pasta.  Shortly after the water starts boiling, you hear the front door opening.  “Hey, Y/n Ekky and Tyler are with us!” Will calls out, and you yell out a greeting to them.  “Hi Y/n!” They both greet you as they walk into the kitchen. “Do you need any help?” You turn around and see Mack standing next to you, and you shake your head no.  “It’s alright, I got it.”. You say pouring the noodles into the boiling water.  “Hey, Tyler and Ekky, would you mind going in the living room and picking the movie for tonight?”. You send Mack a weird look, but he keeps his stare set on Will.  “Yeah sure, man!” Ekky says, and he and Tyler leave.   

“Will? You good man?” Mack questions, and you turn around to look at your other boyfriend for the first time.  He steps closer to you, grabbing your waist to move you so you’re pressing into Macklin, turning the stove off. You gasp quietly, and Mack’s hands grip your waist. “What's wrong?”. You ask, and you watch as he reaches his hand out to grip your chin.  “I’m gonna give you one chance to be honest with me, angel, alright?”. You look confused, and he chuckles.  “You think I don’t know, we’ve been together for years, darling.  So answer me honestly, did you touch yourself today while we were gone?”. You feel your breath get caught in your throat, too scared to answer him.  “Hm?”. He presses, not taking your silence.  “Yes, sir”.  You say, and his eyes darken.  “I am going to give you a break for today, because we have guests over, yeah?  But remember that next time, if I find out you were touching yourself without permission, I am going to make you cum so many times you won’t even remember your name.  That’s only fair right baby cause you wanted to cum so bad.”. 

You nod barely squeaking out a “yes sir”.  “Good now remind me who this pussy belongs to?” He asks cupping you through your pants. You feel Mack’s grip on your start to tighten a little bit.  “You Sir”.  You answer. He shakes his head.  “That’s right baby. Still, you’re forgetting someone”.  You’re starting to feel lightheaded, so you can’t even think straight. “Who else does this pussy belong to, angel?” He asks again, and when you feel Mack lightly move behind you, you have your answer. “Macklin, sir.”  He smiles at you finally letting go of your chin.  “There’s my good girl.”  He says, walking away down the hallway to go to what you’re guessing is the living room.  “Holy shit.” You hear Macklin breathe out behind you, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Mack slowly loosens his grip on you, and you pull yourself away from him, turning around to look at him. 

 “Mack, please come with me,” you say, grabbing his arm and tugging him down the hallway the other way towards your bedroom.  You yank him through the door, pulling it shut behind you.  “Please kiss me. I need you to kiss me.” He doesn’t hesitate, pulling you into him, pressing his lips onto yours.  You don’t know what came over you two, but Mack pushes you backwards, pressing you into the wall.  Your hands scramble to find something to grip, settling on his shoulders, which ground you.  “Fuck Mack.” You groan against his lips, but he barely gives your words any notice, forcing his tongue into your mouth.  He full-on moans into your mouth when your tongue starts to touch his, sucking on the tip of his tongue.   The two of you only pull away when you physically can't breathe anymore, your foreheads touching as you pant into each other's mouths.  “Fuck, Will is gonna kill us.” You chuckle, ruffling his hair. 

 “Let’s just sit here for a few and hope that he isn’t gonna notice.”  “I don’t think he’ll fall for that baby, but let's give it a try.”  You notice that while you’re sitting around, Macklin is almost restless.  “What’s bothering you, Mack?” He looks over at the door before looking back at you.  “I don’t know, I just feel like I’m missing out on stuff with you guys.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing it.  “You mean like sex wise?”  You ask, and he nods. “You’ve had sex before, though right, I thought I remember you telling me and Will that.”  He nods. “yeah only once though and it wasn’t that good and I want to so bad with you guys, but I’m so nervous, especially with Will.”  You crack a little smile at that. “Macklin, I promise you that Will is not gonna act like that with you unless you want it.”  His cheeks heat up a little, and he puts his head down.  “Don’t tell me my sweet baby wants it like that!”  He whines, ripping his hand from yours to cover his face.  “Don’t be shy, Mack, it’s just me.  If that’s something you want, then we should have a conversation about it, all of us.” He nods, groaning. 

 “I know it's just so embarrassing.” You move a little closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder.    “I promise you don’t have to be embarrassed, love, let's go back out there and we can talk about this later”.  He nods, standing up, following you out of the room.  When you guys get back to the kitchen, you are surprised to see Will standing there, finishing your pasta.  Will turns to look at both of you, furrowing his brows as he sees the look on Mack’s face.  “Everything ok?”  He asks, and you both nod.  “Yeah, it’s alright, we can talk about it later,”  Mack says, and Will nods.  “Alright, if you’re sure, dinner is almost ready, so let's go eat,” he says, taking the big bowl of pasta to the table. 

 Dinner goes very smoothly, all of you just talking and joking around.  After dinner, you watch the movie that was picked out, one you have seen already, so you’re not paying close attention.  You're sitting next to Will, your head on his shoulder.  Mack is across the room next to Ekky, both of them very enamoured with the movie.  Tyler is on the other side of Mack, occasionally looking at his phone.  “Is Mack ok?”  Will whispers into your ear, and you nod.  “Yeah, everything's fine, it's not a big deal,” Will groans. “Well, what is it?”    You scoff, rolling your eyes. “I’m not gonna go behind his back just cause you’re curious.” He pouts, returning his attention to the movie.    

Tyler is the first to leave, which is never really surprising, considering he’s a married man with a wife to go home to. Ekky also leaves surprisingly early, after he gets a call about a brand deal he is supposed to be filming in the morning. That leaves you, Will, and Mack awkwardly sitting in the living room.  “So what’s going on?”  Will asks, and you groan, rubbing your forehead.  “Way to put people on the spot,” he rolls his eyes, “He’s my boyfriend, not a stranger, I am allowed to put him on the spot.  Especially when you two are being all secretive.”  He says, pointing a finger between the two of you.  “We’re hardly being secretive.”  You say, pointing between you and Mack, making fun of Will, “besides, you just weren’t there when we were having that conversation, we didn’t deliberately be secretive.”  He laughs, “Yeah, was that when you two were in the bedroom sucking each other’s faces off while we had guests over. You’re lucky that those two are oblivious, or they would have been very concerned where my girlfriend and best friend disappeared to.”  You laugh, pointing at Mack.  “I told you he’d be on to us.”  Mack groans, covering his face with his hands. 

 “So what’s up?”  You look over at Mack and motion for him to start talking.  He takes a deep breath before standing up, moving closer to the two of you. “I was talking to Y/n when we were in the bedroom-” Will interrupts him, “sucking each other's faces off.”   You reach over, flicking the side of his forehead before urging Mack to continue. “And I brought up how I feel like I’m missing out on stuff with you guys.”  Will immediately changes his demeanor when he realizes this isn’t just funny joke time anymore, and this is a genuine conversation they’re having.  “Ok, what do you feel like you’re missing out on?”Will questions and Mack flushes a deep red, taking a deep breath before answering. 

 “Um, the sex part.”  Mack looks over at you nervously, but you just nod, reassuring him.  “Is that something you’re interested in with us, Macklin?”  Will questions, and Mack nods.  ��Yeah, it is. I’m just very nervous.”  Will smiles at him softly.  “Why are you nervous?”  You snort, and Macklin glares at you. “Maybe it's the fact that any sexual experience he’s ever had with us is you being a freak.”  Will laughs before nodding.  “Ok, I can see that, but I promise you, Macklin, if that's not something you’re into, I would never act like that with you.”  Macklin flushes from across the room and hesitates before continuing.

“I mean, I’m not necessarily against it, but I’m just nervous about it.”  Will nods before speaking again.  “Well, if that’s something you want to explore, we can ease into it, baby.  I have an idea right now if you’re up for it.” Mack’s eyes widen, and he sputters, “Right now?” He questions, and Will nods.  “Well, my angel over here, I know that she pulled you into that bedroom, I know you’d never initiate that right, Mack?”  He asks, and Mack looks over at you, trying to figure out what to say.  “Rule number one, Macklin, don’t lie to me, did she or did she not beg you to come with her?”  Mack nods yes slowly, and your jaw falls open. “Wow, Mack, why don’t we just go outside and you can throw me under an actual bus?”  Will laughs at this before turning to you, “Hands and knees,”  He orders, and your eyes widen, looking over at Mack.  “Don’t make me repeat myself to you.”  You nod, flipping over onto your knees.  

“Mack, if at any point you get uncomfortable, we can stop, ok? Just tell me, ok?” He nods, and Will turns his attention back onto you. “Ass facing me.” Will pokes your back, and you already know he wants you to arch.  You move into the position he wants, trying to be good with Mack here.    “Y/n, I need to ask you something now, because I know you won’t be able to later.  You know how you get after a punishment, are you alright with Mack being here for that?” You nod “Yes, it’s alright.”   “Alright, angel, I’m gonna give you 10, ok?” He pulls your pants down, just enough to expose your butt to him.  You nod, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling his hand make contact for the first time.  “What do we say?” He questions, and you cry out, “One thank you, sir!”  He smiles at you before continuing.  By the time you’re at eight, you’re full-on sobbing.  “Just a couple more angel.”  He says, rubbing the red handprint where he just hit.  “Hey, Mack, do you want to try?”  Will asks, and your eyes shoot over to him.  Macklin is sitting directly next to you, and his gaze is pulled away from your face.  “Like try what?”  Will smiles at him before ushering him over.  

“You want to try giving her one?” You can’t see what they’re doing behind you, face pressed completely into the couch, tears streaming down your face. Mack must have agreed because before you know it, another one comes, slightly softer than the rest.  “What do you say?” You can barely get the words out, but you manage to stutter out “eight, thank you, sir.”   Will clicks his tongue before saying, “That one wasn’t me, baby.  Why don’t you try again?”   Your whole body is shaking, trying to keep yourself up, but you know that you’re almost done, so you squeak out.  “Eight, thank you, Mack.”  “There’s my good girl.”  The next two come one after the other, harder than the ones prior, so you know it’s Will.  “Nine and ten, thank you, sir.” You say tears are running down your face, barely able to breathe, you can feel how wet you are, dripping down your thighs onto the couch.  You feel yourself being lifted, being pulled up onto Will’s lap.  “Breath for me, angel, in and out, you’re ok”. You’re full-on hyperventilating, grabbing around for anything you can ground yourself with.  “Is she alright?”  You vaguely make out Mack asking, “Yeah, she’ll be alright, don't worry, Mack.” You press your face into Will’s neck, smelling the familiar smell of his cologne, and your body starts to calm down.  

“Deep breaths, love you did an awesome job,”  He says, rubbing the back of your head, holding you steady, making sure to touch you still so you don’t sub drop anymore.  When you finally stop sniffling, you are finally able to pull yourself away from Will’s neck.  You look into his eyes, and he smiles at you, grabbing one of your hands.  “You back with me, baby?”  He asks and you nod, “yeah”.  You’re barely able to croak out anything, but Will gets the idea.  “Ok, I’m gonna pass you over to Macklin, alright love, I need to get you some water and stuff.” You nod, letting yourself be passed over, set right on Mack’s lap.  Will gets up and walks right into the kitchen.  “Are you ok Y/n?”  You look up at Mack, seeing his concerned face and you nod slowly, “yeah i’m ok.” You say reaching out to brush his cheek with your hand, “Are you alright? We didn’t scare you off”  His eyes soften at you, tightening his grip on you.  “Yeah, I’m alright, I don’t think you guys could do anything to scare me off, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”  A small smile forms on your lips, leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips.   “Yeah, I could say the same thing, baby.”  

The next day, Mack is at a brand meeting, leaving you and Will sitting around on the couch, watching some hockey game, just playing in the background.  “Hey, baby, can I talk to you about something?”  Will speaks up, and you sit up a little bit, looking over at him.  “Yeah, sure, what’s up?”  “I know I have rules for you, about touching yourself without my permission and everything, but now that we have someone else here with you.  I won’t be here all the time, and Mack is showing a bit of interest in participating more.  I wanted to make it clear that while I don’t expect you to ask me every time before you and Mack do anything together, since we haven’t had our first time all together, I don’t want you and Mack to go all the way without me there.”  You softly smile at him, reaching over to grab his hand.  “Of course, baby, this is something we all have to be part of together. I would never do that without you.”  He smiles, leaning over to press a kiss on your lips, “I do expect you to let me know when you do anything with him, I want details.” You smirk a little bit, nodding.  

The opportunity comes a few days later, as you and Mack lie in bed early in the morning, Will already having left to go to work out.  You’re lying around scrolling through your phone, Mack still asleep pressed behind you.  You feel him stiffen behind you, and you think he is waking up, but he tightens his grip around your torso, pulling you closer to him. Your ass is pressing right against him, causing you to be able to feel him harden behind you.  His hips start to rock against you slightly, little sighs escaping his mouth.  You’re not sure what to do, so you let him do what he needs, or wake him up to take care of him.  You start to press back into him, trying to help him out, when he groans your and Will’s name, you make up your mind.  Turning yourself over to face him, you put your hand on his shoulder, lightly shaking.  “Mack, baby, wake up for me,” he groans a little, but doesn’t immediately open his eyes.  “Macklin, love, wake up.”  You finally see his eyes flutter open, looking down at you, and then at where your bodies are pressed together.  “Fuck I’m sorry.” He says, trying to move away from where you’re pressed together.  “Mack, it’s alright, why are you apologizing?”

You say, reaching up, brushing the hair stuck to his forehead.  “I didn’t ask before I was touching you”.  You snort, leaning up to press a kiss on his forehead.  “Well, first of all, you were asleep, so it’s not like you knew you were up to something, sweetheart.  You’re my boyfriend Macklin, so if you need me, you can have me.”  He nods slowly, relaxing into the bed again.  “Do you want me to help Macklin?” His cheeks flush, but he nods again, “Please.”  You smile at him before swinging your leg over his lap, hovering right over his cock.  “You sure this is ok?” You ask him, and he nods, bringing his hands to your waist, and you take that as your sign to place yourself down.   His hips stutter, squeezing your waist, and you roll your hips, listening to the gasp he lets out.  You readjust yourself slightly, pressing yourself harder into him, and you cry out at the feeling of his cock dragging against your clit.  All you’re wearing is one of Will’s shirts and some shorts, with no panties, so with all your movement, the crotch of the shorts moves over, pressing your bare pussy to the fabric of his boxers.  “Fuck Mack!’’ You whine, moving your hands to press against his bare chest, and he moves his hands down to your ass, gripping the flesh there.  Your legs start to get a little tired, your rhythm getting a little sloppy. 

 “Mack, can you get on top, fuck, please?”  You look down, meeting his green eyes, and he nods, effortlessly flipping the two of you over.  Your breath hitches, not expecting this from Mack, but you don’t have much time to think about it when Mack starts rolling his hips into yours, catching your clit just right.  You bring your hands up to grip his shoulders, pulling him down slightly, pressing your lips to his.  He readjusts himself slightly, pressing himself harder into your core, tongue sliding past your lips, your tongue meeting his.  You can tell he’s starting to get close, his hips pressing you into you harder, practically humping you through the mattress.    “Macklin, I’m gonna cum.”  You cry out, detaching your lips and bringing your hands up to your head, threading your fingers through his hair.  “Fuck me too, Y/n.”  The friction on your clit and Mack’s eyes looking down at you are enough to bring you over the edge, moans slipping past your lips, your grip on Macklin tightening.  You can feel when Macklin cums, the warmth seeping through his boxers, whimpers spilling from his lips.  You pull his head down, planting another kiss on his lips, before he pulls himself off of you, lying next to you on the bed again.  

 “Was that ok?” You whisper, reaching down to grab his hand.  He smiles before answering, “Yeah, more than ok.” You and Mack clean yourselves up a little; Mack opts to stay in bed while you make your way to the kitchen.  Turning the kettle on, you grab a coffee cup, making your coffee before making your way to the living room.  You jump when you spot Will on the couch, almost spilling your coffee on the floor. He’s just sitting there, watching whatever is playing on the TV.  “Hey Will”, you call out, moving to sit next to him.  “Hey baby,” he says, leaning over to place a kiss on your head, moving his attention back to the TV.  “When did you get back?”. You question, and he laughs.  “Um, probably like 20 minutes ago, but you were a little busy.”  You cock your head at him, confused. “Why didn’t you join us?” He reaches for the remote, pausing the TV.  “Because that was a moment between you and Mack. I didn’t want to involve myself and make him uncomfortable.”. You frown a little at that. “Why would you think he would be uncomfortable?”. Will sighs before he continues. 

 “I don’t know, it just seems like anything sexual Mack shys away from me.  He barely even kisses me”.  That is something you’ve noticed; you do not doubt that Mack is into Will, but he seems to have a hard time showing it. “I think we need to have a conversation, then baby.  I don’t want you just bottling it up, cause if you think you genuinely make him uncomfortable, we need to change something”.  He nods, reaching for your hands to play with your fingers, “Yeah, ok”.  You smile at him, acting all shy towards you.  “I’m serious, Will, you may be Mack’s boyfriend, but you’re also mine, and I'm not gonna let you feel this way”.  A slight smile graces his lips, and your heart flutters.  You set your coffee down on the table before you flip around, straddling Will’s lap.  You reach out to brush the hair off his forehead. “I love you, Will, remember forever and always no matter what.”  He smiles at you, nodding.  “Yeah, forever and always, no matter what, baby.” 

You can tell over the next few days that Will is having a hard time.  Having to wake him up in the morning for practice, or him going straight to work out after practice, not coming home.  You try to approach him about it, but he keeps blowing you off.  Mack talks to you about it a couple of times, mentioning how Will keeps making out-of-character mistakes at practice, or blowing off the rest of the team, opting to go work out by himself instead.   You’re sitting on the couch on a Saturday night, watching the Sharks play at home, opting to stay home and watch.  Macklin has scored two goals in the game already, but Will is struggling.  Being thrown into the boards, tripped, and missing the net every time.  

You gasp watching one of the defenseman on the other team lay a heavy hit on Will, practically plowing his face into the boards.  Will struggles a little bit to get up, but he turns around and pushes the other player.  You watch as the gloves come off, and the player on the other team gets the first punch.  Will gets the next couple of punches in, but you cringe watching as Will gets pushed into the boards, the two still throwing punches at each other. You watch as other teammates skate up, starting other scrums, but Macklin skates up, trying to pull the other guy off of Will. 

The other guy turns his body slightly, pushing Macklin; obviously, Macklin wasn’t expecting it, because he falls to the ice on his back. You watch as Will grabs him by his shoulders, throwing him down onto the ice, falling on top of him, delivering a punch right to his nose.  The refs scramble trying to pull Will off of him, but he’s not having it, thrashing around, still throwing punches at the man under him.  When they are finally separated, the camera shows Will, blood coming from his mouth and nose and coating his knuckles, and you feel your stomach turn like you’re gonna be sick.  You see Will’s eyes move over to find Mack, sighing in relief when he sees him standing again.  Will, of course, gets ejected from the game, but there are only 5 minutes left anyway, and you watch as he walks down the tunnel before the channel cuts to commercial. 

You wince as you hear the door fly open, and then slam, Will not saying anything as he walks past you, slamming the bedroom door behind him.  Macklin slowly walks in, placing his bag down on the floor, before moving to sit down next to you.  “Hey, baby.  Are you alright?”  He nods, slowly reaching down to grab your hand.  “I’m worried about him; he didn’t say anything to me the whole time in the locker room, or on the drive back.”  You look over at him and see his eyes slowly welling up with tears, and you nod, then slowly stand up.  “Don’t worry, Macklin, I’m gonna go talk to him. You need to eat something. I made chicken earlier, go eat some of that while I talk to him, alright?”  Mack nods, standing up as well, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and walking into the kitchen.  You walk down the hallway, slowly opening the door once you reach your bedroom.  

You’re met with Will sitting on the bed, head in his hands, soft sniffles coming from him.  “Oh my baby.” You say moving over to him, sitting down on the bed right next to him, pulling him into your arms. You can feel the sobs he lets out, his body shaking in your arms.  “What’s going on with you, huh?”  You ask, pulling away, grabbing his face to look him in the eyes.  You grimace slightly at the sight of his somewhat black eye and busted lip, but you use one of your hands to brush the hair off his forehead.  “You’re alright, love.”  He lets out a deep breath and nods.  “I’m sorry how I’ve been acting recently, I just I don’t know, I've been having a hard time.” You frown but urge him to continue.  “Well, what’s bothering you?”  He sighs, but when he sees the look on your face, he knows he can’t get out of this one.

“It’s a lot of what we talked about the other night, but there is a little more to it as well”.  It takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s talking about, but when you do, it all makes perfect sense.  This was about him feeling left out with Macklin, and you could slap yourself for not seeing this sooner.  “This is about the thing with Mack, right?”  He nods, and you urge him to talk.  “I just feel like I'm left out with him.  I mean, you guys are so close and everything, acting like boyfriend and girlfriend, and then with us, it feels like nothing changed. Then, when I go to practice, everything I do is in comparison to him. Oh, you scored this many goals, well, Macklin scored this many.”  You reach out, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Then you need to talk to him, baby, this will not work if we can’t communicate.  I want to let you know that he is out there right now, looking distraught; he looked like he was going to cry, and said he was worried about you.  I know that he loves you, Will, I just don’t think he knows how to show it to you.  It’s like you said when we were talking about it: you’ve never liked a boy, and that’s scary.  That’s probably what he’s going through, too, but if you truly like him, too, we need to have a conversation about it. About the practice stuff, I don’t think you’re gonna be escaping that anytime soon, and a lot of that is due to how close you two are; you just have to embrace it, baby. You’re so good at what you do.”  He groans and rubs his eyes.  “I never thought of it like that.  What’s he doing right now?”  You pull him up, starting to walk out of the room.  “He’s eating dinner right now like you should be; let's go talk.”  

When you get to the kitchen, Macklin’s head shoots up, and the look on his face tugs on your heart a little bit.  His eyes are all glossy, with tear stains on his red cheeks.  He drops the fork in his hand when he sees Will walking over to him.  Will’s arms reach out, pulling Mack into a tight hug. You watch as Macklin smiles softly, resting his head on Will’s chest.  The two stay like that for a few seconds before Will pulls back, moving to sit in the chair next to him.  Macklin moves to sit back in his chair, and you hear Will clear his throat and look over at you, and you nod expectantly.  “Mack, I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately.”  Mack sniffles a little bit, grabbing Will’s hand.  “I thought that you were mad at me, you wouldn’t look at me after the game, or talk to me in the car.  Did I do something?” 

 Will shakes his head no, slightly squeezing Mack’s hand. “I’m not mad at you.  I do have something I want to talk about, though, something that has been bothering me.”    Mack nods, and Will takes a deep breath before continuing.  “I think I just feel left out. I know that I like you, and I have no doubt that you like me too, but I just wish you’d show it more.  You and Y/n are always kissing, but you never kiss me, and when I do, you act uncomfortable.  It just makes me feel bad.”  Will looks over at you, and you give him a small smile, glad he is finally opening up. “I do really like you, Will, I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t.  I think when it comes to you, I’m just more nervous. I’ve never liked a boy before, so this has all been kind of scary for me, but I should have communicated that with you, I’m sorry.”  You’re kind of in awe about how well this conversation is going.  “I’m not mad at you, though, Mack. I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I just didn’t want to say anything when I was still so angry; I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”  Mack nods, “Is that what that was out on the ice, you being hurt?”  Will nods, letting his head drop down.  

“Yeah, it was. I’m sorry about that, I kind of lost it out there, huh.”  You giggle before saying, “Yeah, especially when he pushed Mack down, don't think I didn’t catch that baby.”  Will groans and rolls his eyes, “Yeah, that definitely pissed me off.”  Mack smiles softly before standing up from his chair, standing right in front of Will.  You watch as he brings his head down, pressing a kiss to Will’s lips.  You watch as a slight smile forms on Will’s lips before he reciprocates the kiss, bringing his hands down to grip Macklin’s waist.  Will grimaces a little bit, slightly pulling back, bringing his hand up to his lip, which has reopened and is bleeding.  “Awe fuck man, I forgot I’m sorry.”  You round the island in the kitchen to the other side, where they’re both sitting, handing Will a napkin.  “Alright, on that note, let's eat.”  

Over the next few weeks, you’d say that the talk between Will and Mack has worked.  Coming home from work, more often than not, you are greeted with the sight of them making out on the couch, or you can hear Mack’s whines coming from the bedroom.  Today is no different, whining coming from down the hall, and you roll your eyes, making your way to the kitchen to get started on dinner.  Opening the fridge, you grab the necessary ingredients and set everything out on the island.   Going to grab the plates to put the food on, you hear the bedroom door open, and footsteps come down the hallway.  “Hey, baby,” Will says, walking through the kitchen and stopping to stand next to you, pressing a kiss to your lips.  

“Mmh, are these the same lips that were just on Macklin’s?” He rolls his eyes, but you grab his chin, pulling his lips back to yours.  You shove him against the counter, slotting his legs between your thighs, grinding yourself down on his thigh.   You feel his hand go up to grab your hair, yanking your head back.  “What are you up to, baby?”  You whine, reaching up to rest your hands on his chest.  “Need you.” Will smiles, tightening his grip on your hair,  “Yeah, you need me that bad, baby?” You nod frantically, “Please take me here.” He laughs slightly before pulling you away from him, turning you to bend over the counter.  “You want me to take you here, baby?  Need me that bad, huh?” You push your hips back into him, standing directly behind you.  “Please”. You say, practically shaking.  He brings his hands up to your waist, yanking your pants along with your panties down, slapping your ass.  “I’ll take you here, baby, don’t you worry.” He runs his fingers through your folds, making sure you’re wet enough, before pulling his cock out of his sweatpants.  He slaps your swollen clit with the tip of his cock, before pushing into you, causing your mouth to fall open. 

“Holy shit!” You cry out as he starts thrusting into you, your hips banging into the counter in front of you, but you can’t even find it in yourself to care.  The pace he thrusts into you has your head spinning, not able to even think as he plows into you, mouth completely fallen open, moans spilling from your lips. 

 “Fuck, Will, it's so good,”  You cry out, and he pushes your shoulders down, causing your upper body to lie limp on the counter, planting his feet and changing the angle.  You feel Will's hips stop for a second before he chuckles, grabbing your hair and pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest.  “Look, baby, we have a guest.” Your eyes shoot open, and you look forward, finding Macklin’s green eyes looking back at you.  You can see the breath catch in his throat as he watches you, and you whine, clenching down on Will’s cock.  

“Jesus, baby, so fucking tight.”  Your eyes never leave Macklin’s,  even when Will starts thrusting even harder, and your eyes want to squeeze shut, but you don’t let them.  “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, and Will’s hand moves down, thumb playing with your clit.  You watch as Mack’s eyes move from your face, down to where Will’s hand is, your pussy so wet it's dripping down onto the floor and Will’s hand.  You feel your orgasm wash over you, shaking in Will’s hold.  You can tell Will isn’t far behind, and right as you finish riding your high out, you feel the warmth of Will’s cum fill you up.

You’re glad Will is still holding you up, or you probably would have fallen onto the floor by now. Will pulls out of you and places you onto one of the stools, his cum dripping out of you onto the seat.  Macklin steps further into the kitchen towards you guys, stopping in front of Will.  “Can I?”  he asks, motioning to Will’s hand, and Will smirks, bringing his fingers up to Macklin’s mouth.  You watch as Mack sucks Will’s fingers in his mouth, tasting you off of them, and your mouth falls open.  “Holy shit, Mack,”  Will says as spit starts accumulating on Will’s fingers from how hard Mack is sucking on them.    “Why don’t you try it from the real thing?”  Will suggests motioning to you, your legs still spread open on the chair, pussy glistening with a mix of your own and Will’s cum.  You're interested in seeing if Mack will listen; this is farther than either of you had gone with him, and it's safe to say there's no going back from this point.   You watch in surprise when Mack drops to his knees in front of where you’re sitting, setting his hands on your thighs.  He sticks his tongue out, experimentally licking a stripe up your pussy.  “I don’t know what I’m doing, Will”  Mack calls out, and Will steps forward, moving to stand right behind Mack.  “I’ve got you”, Will says, grabbing the hair on the back of Macklin’s head.  “Stick your tongue out.” Macklin looks up at him, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth.  Will pushes his face into your pussy, using Mack’s hair to bring his tongue up and down.  “Just like that, up and down, clean her up.”  He releases his grip on Mack’s hair, watching as Mack continues the same movements, gripping your thighs tighter, pulling your pussy closer to him. Mack pulls back slightly, “tastes so good,” before diving back in. 

Will is in a trance watching him lap up not only your cum, but his as well.  “Use your tongue right up here, small little circles.” Mack nods, moving his tongue up right onto your clit, flicking it softly.  Your hand moves down to grip his hair, moving your hips to get more friction, practically riding his face.  Will looks down at you, slapping your thigh, shaking his head.  “Stay still for him, baby, let him learn.”  You throw your head back, nodding at Will.  He switches back and forth between focusing on your clit and licking up the release coming from your hole. The sounds coming from Macklin are downright nasty, loud slurping and loud groans, sending vibrations into your pussy.  “I’m gonna cum again!” You cry out, and Mack pushes his face further into your core.  “Right here, Mack, suck right there and you’ll bring her right over the edge, baby.”  Your eyes roll back in your head as Mack follows his advice, reaching your second orgasm of the night.  You have to physically push his head away from you when he doesn’t let up, fully overstimulating you.  “Alright, that’s enough, Mack.”  You groan when he pulls back, his hair a mess, cheeks entirely pink, and his mouth shiny.  “Did I do a good job?”  He asks, and you laugh.  “Yeah, Mack, I think you’re a natural.”  Will throws you your panties, and you pull them up your legs, standing again.  “Ok, well, who wants dinner?” 

For the next Sharks home game, you decide to go in person.  Mack is still at your and Will’s apartment getting ready, and you are rifling through your closet trying to find something to wear.  You pull out a shark's sweatshirt with a little number 2 embroidered on the outside of the sleeve, and a number 71 hidden on the inside.  You embroidered it yourself after Macklin kept complaining that you only ever had Will’s number on you.  You meet both of them in the living room, and the sight brings a smile to your face.  Mack is watching a video with his phone propped up on the table, trying to figure out how to do Will’s tie.  You giggle softly, watching Mack shake his head, starting over again.

“Need some help?”  You ask, and both of their heads shoot over to you.  “God, yes, please!” Mack says, and you grab the tie from him.  You tie it in seconds, giggling as Mack throws his hands up.  “I’ve had a lot of experience. Here, let me tie yours.”  You say, grabbing the other tie from him.  When you’re finished, you step back and look at them, laughing at Mack still pouting over the tie.  “Why are you wearing ties anyway?”  You walk over to the table by the door, grabbing your purse, and they follow you.  “The league wanted us to, I guess, for tonight, some sort of theme they’re doing.” You nod before asking if they’re ready.  

When you arrive with them at the rink, you say your goodbyes and find the family room.  It’s pretty much empty when you get in there, aside from a few of the other WAGs, including Cat.  She waves you over, and you smile, sitting on the couch next to her.  You guys engage in a small conversation, and she shows you pictures from the trip she just went on.  Out of all the other WAGs, Cat was definitely your favorite. She immediately took you under her wing when she first met you.  During the intermission before the third period, you and Cat are eating some of the food, and you start to get a little warm, so you roll up your sleeves.  Cat stops mid-sentence, and her eyes fall to your sleeve.  Your eyes shoot down, and you see the little 71 exposed, pulling your sleeve back down.

Cat stands up, putting her plate down, dragging you with her over towards the nursing mothers' room.  You let her yank you through the door as it slams shut behind you.  “I’m sorry, maybe I’m hallucinating, but I swear there is a number 71 embroidered on the inside of your hoodie.”  You groan, covering your face with your hands.  “Y/n, what's going on?”  You groan, looking around the room, sitting on the little couch in the corner.  “You can’t tell anyone about this, Cat, I’m serious, not even Tyler.  We don’t want anyone knowing.”  She moves to sit down next to you, slinging her arm over your shoulders.  “Y/n, I won’t tell him or anyone, I promise.”  You take a deep breath before starting from the beginning.  “Yeah, and so now the three of us are together.” “I’m gonna be honest with you, Y/n, I think that’s so awesome for you.”  Your eyes widen, and you respond.  “Really?”  she nods, smiling at you.  

“Yeah, you’re such a sweet girl, and you deserve so much love.  Having two boyfriends will give you that.”  You smile, playing with the sleeve of your hoodie.  “It’s been great, I mean, they’re so sweet not only with me but also with each other.  I love knowing that when I can’t be with Will during a game or practice or something, I know Macklin is there with him.”  You two talk a little bit more about it, but decide to go back out to the couches.  “Come on, before people think we’re hooking up or something.”  You laugh following her out of the room.  They unfortunately lost the game due to a turnover in their zone during overtime, and it was already clear that Will is beating himself up over it. 

You’re waiting for both of them to be done showering and changing; the only person still waiting beside you is Cat.    Macklin walks out first, carrying Will’s bag as well as his own.  “Hey.”  You say, and he gives you a small smile.  “Let me guess, he’s beating himself up in there.”  Macklin nods, “Yeah, Tyler is trying to give him a pep talk, but I don’t know if it’s working, sorry, Cat.” She laughs, shaking her head, “It’s fine, I can wait.” “Do you want me to carry something?” You ask him and he shakes his head.  “Yeah, no way you’re carrying anything. I’ve got it, actually give me that.” He says, reaching for your purse.  You roll your eyes, turning your body away from him, holding onto the strap of your purse.  You look over at Cat, seeing her watching you guys with an amused look on her face.  “Oh, by the way, Mack?”  He stops reaching for your purse and looks at you. “Yeah?” You point your finger at him, “Remember your number that you wanted me to embroider in my sleeve, yeah, well, it exposed us to Cat over here.”  His eyes widen, heading whipping over to look at Cat.  “Oh my God, please don’t tell Tyler, I’m not ready for anyone to know.” She smiles at him, reassuring him that she won’t say anything.  Finally, you watch as the door opens again, and Tyler and Will walk out, so you can finally go back home.  

A few days later, you’re all alone in the apartment as the boys are on a roadie in Seattle.  Turning on whatever on Netflix, you’re sitting on the couch, bored.  You think back to when they were leaving for their trip, Will fucked you on the couch, while Mack sat next to you holding your hand.  You groan, feeling heat growing between your legs, knowing that you won’t be able to fall asleep like this.  You smirk a little bit, knowing that this gives you a chance to mess with Will.  You’ve been so good recently, not wanting to freak Mack out with Will having to put you in your place, but God, you just need the thrill of messing with him so bad.  

You get off the couch, walk to your room, and strip out of your clothes.  Walking over to the closet, you find one of Mack’s shirts, a 71 clear on the front, and you smile, pulling it over your head.  You flop down on your bed, reaching down to run a finger through your folds, and you shiver slightly before continuing. As you reach out to grab your phone, you're met with another idea.  You smirk as you reach over into Will’s bedside table, holding the vibrator he keeps in there, that he doesn’t let you use.  You bring it down, touching it to your clit, and your hips jump up, pressing into the vibrations.  You start recording with one hand, using your other hand to circle you’re clit with the vibrator.   You don’t think you’re gonna be recording for a long time, already feeling so close, not used to the feeling of a vibrator. 

 You make sure to be extra loud in the video, crying out for Will, telling him how much you needed him.  Just as you’re about to finish, you stop recording, dropping your phone next to you, riding out your orgasm.    Once you stop shaking, you turn the vibrator off, throwing it down on the bed next to you.  You reach back down to grab your phone, sending the video into your group chat with Will and Mack in it.  Macklin sees it first, and you laugh as you see the private message he sends to you.  

macky: i hope you thought about what you’re doing cause i can’t imagine he’s gonna take that one well

macky: love the shirt though you should wear that more often

You giggle as you go back to the group chat, seeing that Will has now read it.  You see the three dots that he’s typing appear and disappear multiple times before his message comes.  

will<3: i hope that was worth it to you angel 

You feel yourself swallow as that’s the only text you receive from Will. 

Sitting on the couch, two days later, your body tenses up as you hear the door open and then slam behind them. You watch as the two of them set their bags down on the floor by the door, before walking down the hallway to the kitchen.  You stand on your shaky legs, following them.  When you get to the kitchen, Mack is sitting on a stool at your island, and Will is grabbing leftovers from the fridge.  “Hey, baby.”  Mack greets you, and you smile, walking over to him, pressing a kiss to his lips.  “Hey, Mack.” You look over at Will, and he crosses the room, pressing a kiss to your lips before walking back towards the fridge.  You squint your eyes at him, you know the game he’s playing, but two can play at it.  They eat dinner as if nothing happened, you roll your eyes walking back to the living room, dropping down on it, continuing what you were watching.  

About a half an hour later, you hear footsteps coming towards you but you pay no mind, watching as they both join you on the couch. Will directly next to you and Macklin on the other side of him .  You all sit in silence for a second before Will finally speaks up.  “On your knees.”  You look over at him and glare.  “Yeah nice to see you too baby.”  Macklin’s eyes widen at your response.  Will laughs “I want to let you know right I asked Mack if he was ok seeing us how we actually fuck baby, and he said yes so I suggest you get on your knees right now.” You send Mack a dirty look before standing up from the couch, dropping to your knees in front of him.  “Are you gonna be a good girl tonight?”  You roll your eyes and without missing a beat, Will threads his fingers in your hair tugging on it hard. 

 “I asked you a fucking question don’t roll your eyes at me.”  You nod best as you can, not trusting yourself to verbally respond to him.  He taps your cheek and you open you mouth, letting your tongue loll out.  Will brings himself further forward on the couch, leaning directly over you.  You watch as he gathers spit in his mouth, opening his mouth and spitting it directly onto your tongue.  You keep it on your tongue, not swallowing without him telling you.  “Mack come closer.” Will beckons and Mack scoots over, closer to him.  “Spit in her mouth.”  Mackling looks taken aback at the request but Will doesn’t stop looking at him.  He leans forward, gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting right into your open mouth, right next to Will’s. Will taps you cheek again and you swallow, sticking your tongue out after, showing him you swallowed. 

 “Good girl.”  He says lifting his hips up to pull his pants down, gripping his cock in his hand.  You reach out grabbing his cock stroking it, spreading the precum from the tip, moving your hand up and down, squeezing the closer you get to the base.  You lean forward licking from the base up to the tip of his cock, before sucking the tip into your mouth.  You open your mouth wider, taking him all the way down gagging slightly.  You pull off slightly using your hand to stroke what you’re not taking in your mouth.  His hand come up to grab your hair again, pushing your head down, forcing you take deep throat his cock.   You gag slightly before swallowing around it, tears springing in your eyes.  You can hear the nasty gagging noises coming from you, saliva spilling from your mouth.  He continuously pushes your head down, not letting you breath, just forcing you to swallow his cock.  He pulls you off his cock by your hair, and you try to catch your breath, spit all over your chin, running down your neck.  “Why don’t you show some attention to our other baby.”  You look over at Macklin, looking down at the bulge in his pants before looking back up at his face. Your eyes meet his and he nods, pulling his pants down his legs, his hard cock laying on his thigh.  

This is really the first time you’ve see his cock, only really in passing after a shower or when he was changing, and you’re surprised at how big he is.  You reach out gripping him in your hand, leaning down to lick the bead of precum on the tip of his cock.  Spitting on his cock, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, listening to the moan he lets out.  You wrap your lips around your teeth, taking him all the way down.  You feel a hand wrapped in your hair, hearing Will speak up.  “You can push her head down, just like that there you go make her take it.”  You focusing on breathing through your nose, when Mack pushes your head down further, tears forming in your eyes again.  You look up at him through your eyelashes, and groan around his cock when he maintains the eye contact with you.  His bottom lip is caught between his teeth and his eyes are glassed over.  Tears are falling down your cheeks, feeling light headed but you don’t stop hollowing your cheeks, taking his cock all the way down your throat.  You another hand in your hair pulling you backwards off his cock, gasping for air.  Will pulls you up by your hair, throwing you onto the couch.  He kneels behind you pulling your hips back, forcing your head into the couch.  

You can feel the glob of spit hit your pussy and you groan. You can feel the tip of his cock pressing into you, splitting you open.  He doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust, plowing into you, and you can feel the couch moving under you.  You can’t even keep your mouth closed, moans pouring out muffled by couch your head is pressing into.  “Holy shit Will!”  You cry and forces your shoulders down, forcing you into an arch, being able to feel him even deeper.  “Yeah fucking take it, you wanted to act like a whore I’m gonna fuck you like one.”  You can’t even think straight as he manhandles you onto your back, not even missing a beat right back into his deep thrusts.  His hand reaches down to your throat, gripping it restricting your airway.  Your hand flys up to grab his wrist, and he laughs.

  “Yeah that fucking good? Just needed me to put you back in your place right?”  You can’t even think let alone respond, all you can do is moan, little screams coming out of your mouth.  “Did I fuck you so stupid you can’t even answer?  Yeah it just feels too good right?  God you’re so fucking tight.”  He spits out finally releasing his grip on your throat.   You gasp barely able to catch your breath before he’s leaning over you spitting on your face.  “Mack come clean her up.”  Will commands and you watch him expectantly as he makes his way over to you, kneeling right in front of the two of you.  Mack sticks his tongue out, finding the glob of spit Will let out on your cheek, licking it up.  Your hand comes up grabbing the back of his head, forcing his lips onto yours.  You barely can even kiss him, just taking his tongue in your mouth.  He pulls back and you open your mouth on instinct, letting your tongue hang out.  You watch as Mack looks over at Will and Will’s hand comes up, pushing Mack’s head towards your mouth.  “Go ahead spit in it.”  You feel the warmth on your tongue seconds later and before you can swallow, Will’s mouth comes down on yours, swapping the spit in your mouth with his.  “I’m gonna fucking cum Will please.”  

You can feel yourself start to shake in Will’s hold, and he reaches down grabbing Mack’s hand, placing it on your pussy.  “Play with her clit for me.”  Will asks and Macklin nods, making little circles on your clit with his middle and ring finger.  You reach up to Will’s shoulders, gripping them so hard you can feel the skin ripping under your nails. Will leans down and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, right under his collar bone, biting down as you feel yourself about to cum. You can barely think straight as you ride out your orgasm, Will pounding into you chasing his own.  You’re fully limp on the couch, letting Will just use you, pumping his load into you shortly after you cum.  “That’s it baby.” He says pulling out of you, watching his cum spill out of you onto the couch.  He sits up next to you, watching as you lay there trying to breath, his cum filling you, tear stains down your cheeks.  He looks over to the other side and sees Macklin, sat there his cock straining against his thigh and he smirks. 

 “Why don’t you fuck her now Macklin.”  Will suggests and Macklin quickly shakes his head. “I don’t know she doesn’t seem like she’d want a round two.”  Will laughs before motioning to you.  “Y/n are you here with me.”  You nod slowly, “Yeah Will i’m good.”  You strain out and motion for Mack to come over to you.  Mack hesitates for a second before moving closer to you.  “Are you sure you’re alright Y/n?” Mack asks and you smile up at him, brushing away the hair stuck on his forehead.  “Yeah Mack I promise, you can fuck me if you want.  If you’re not comfortable we can be done, don’t feel obligated.”  Mack shakes his head “No I want to so bad, I just.”  He hesitates and Will puts his hand on his shoulder.  “What’s wrong?”  He questions and Macklin blushes, putting his head down.  “I’m not really good at this, I’ve only had sex once.  I don’t want to disappoint you guys.”  “It’s alright Mack, I’ll guide you through alright, you need to know how to fuck our girl good cause she’s a little insatiable.”  You roll your eyes using your foot to kick Will and he laughs. 

 “Besides the first time we had sex Will lasted all of a minute.”  Will shrugs laughing “Pussy too good Mack.”  Will pulls Mack over to kneel directly in front of you, grabbing his cock to line up with your hole.  You watch as Macklin shivers at the contact from Will’s hand.  “Are you sure Macklin, cause we can wait if you don’t feel comfortable.” Mack shakes his head.  “I want to fuck you so bad.”  You nod and your eyes roll back into your head as you feel his cock stretching you out.  “Fuck” you whimper out when he’s fully inside.  You’ve never had anyone but Will inside you, so the feeling of someone else is strange. He leans down and you lick up his neck, sucking and biting on the spot right under his collar bone as well. “Just roll your hips just like that, there you go.” You hear Will say but you’re not even paying attention to Will, just looking up at Macklin. You watch the sweat beading on his forehead and the way his brows furrow when you clench around him.  The way he bites his lip and quietly curses under his breath.  “Macklin.” You cry out grabbing onto his bicep.  

“Fuck Y/n you feel so good.”  You groan quietly as he starts to thrust into you a little harder, pushing your body slightly up the couch.  “There you go Macklin just like that.”  You hear Will say and you can feel Mack’s cock twitch inside you.  “I’m gonna cum!”  Mack cries out and you see Will’s hand shoot down, rubbing circles on your clit.  You’re so close already so your legs close around Macklin’s waist, but Will pushes your legs back open.  “Go ahead Macklin you can cum.” Macklin’s mouth falls open, a deep groan coming out and that sends you over the edge again,  shaking under him.  You can hear him groaning as his cum shoots into you, and your body won’t stop shaking.  You vaguely feel him pulling out, falling back against the couch next to Will.  “I’ll be right back.”  Will announces standing up walking to what you assume is the kitchen.  He returns a couple minutes later with some water bottles and some wet wipes.  You watch as he wipes Macklin down giving him a water bottle, before he moves on to you.  Helping you sit up, he picks you up carrying you to the bathroom.  “Where are you going?” Mack asks sleepily.  

“She’s gotta pee after we have sex, she has to get all the cum out of her.” Mack nods slowly standing up.  “I want to come with.” Will laughs and motions for him to follow.  When you get to the bathroom, Will sets you down on the toilet before turning the sink on, wetting a rag.  He uses the rag to wipe your face off, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “Let’s get you to bed it’s getting late.”  You roll your eyes before speaking.  “Yeah and I think you fucked the life out of me.  You guys are gonna have to carry me around for the next couple of days.”  Mack smiles and nods. Will grabs you again bringing you to lay on your bed, Mack on one side and Will on the other.  “I’m so proud of you baby, you did so good for me today.”  Will says playing with your hair and you smile, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.  “You too Macklin, I hope that wasn’t too much for you.”  Macklin smirks a little before answering.  “It definitely wasn’t too much it just has me wondering when my turn is.”  Will rolls his eyes smacking him on the back of the head.  “Good night everyone.”  

Will’s POV

When I wake up the next morning, both me and Macklin have early practice, so I gently wake him up.  I tuck Y/n into bed when we both leave, leaving a bottle of water on the nightstand for her.  I drive Mack to practice with me and of course, we’re running late, so everyone is already changing in the locker room when we get there.  Trying to hurry up I throw my shirt off, pulling my pants down my legs, turning around to grab my gear out of my bag.  I hear a whistle from across the locker room and my head snaps up.  “First of all smitty, I don’t know what that girlfriend of yours is doing but the claw marks on your back are crazy.”  I smirk a little bit until Macklin turns around facing them and I notice something.  Macklin has the same claw marks on his bicep, and my face turns red.  I then notice the hickey he has right above his collar bone and i’m not the only one who does.  “Hey smitty why do you and Mack have matching hickeys?” My eyes meet Macklin’s and I laugh slightly.  “I’ll never tell.”  

[willmackhughes]

Mack corruption kink Mack corruption kink!! (And to clarify MACK is the one being corrupted not the other way around)

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you remember the first time he fucked you—how it was all fumbling and red-faced apologies, precum leaking over his knuckles as he tried to line up, biting his lip so hard it went pale, whining every time you rocked your hips down to take him all the way. he'd just gone silent at first, eyes going glassy while you clenched around him, your gummy walls so tight he couldn't thrust without you pulling off and sinking back down, guiding him in those slick slow pushes that made him shiver. he’d lasted embarrassingly short, spattering your thighs with cum while he whimpered your name like a prayer, voice cracking as he begged to do it again immediately. you loved watching the way his blotchy pink cheeks went even redder, blotchier, when you praised him for cumming so fast inside your cunt, telling him how good it felt to have his cock twitching while your walls squeezed the mess out.

now he's under you again, but different—bolder maybe, but still needy, those greenish eyes rolling back while you angle him just right, your cunt spread wide, so wet you can hear every filthy squelch as you grind down. he's crying out, all breathy oh fuck oh fuck oh god, his hips twitching while you clench around every inch, feeling every ridge of his cock drag against your slick walls, the way he pulses helplessly, tip slamming against your cervix when you shift just right. you keep your hands on his chest, nails biting into that pale skin, telling him don't stop, fuck me just like that, keep whining for me, and he does, voice cracking as he begs you not to squeeze so hard because he can't hold back. you can feel him throbbing like he’s gonna blow and you clamp down even tighter, gummy walls fluttering in rhythmic ripples that make him buck like an animal, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes while he sobs out curses.

he used to be shy about even saying cock, used to cover his face when he asked if he could touch you, but now you’ve trained him to hold your thighs open while you sink onto him, to spit on your pussy when you order it, to beg you to let him cum inside even though you tease him about knocking you up. he's learned how to rub your clit with those clumsy fingers while he fucks up into you, messy and frantic, your cunt so sloppy around him it sounds obscene, juice soaking him while he moans about how good you feel, how perfect you are, all the while his voice going high and broken when you tell him to give it to you. when he finally cums it’s violent, cock twitching as he empties himself deep in your slick, gripping your hips like he’ll die if you stop, smearing your wetness everywhere as he whines please please fuck baby it’s too good don’t stop please don’t stop until he’s fully spent and raw, shivering under you with cum leaking out around him and your walls still greedily milking every last drop.