like shrek

will, trying and failing to lock in so he doesn’t scratch mack’s fancy new mercedes: uh-huh, yup, anything for you, celly, i’ll drive you anywhere you want

Now your eyes are like tortures / Your presence is bliss / Planets collide, collide, collide / At the smack of your kiss / But you can kiss your brother

Because we will not be lovers, no

I come home, and guess what?

He lays Mack down and sucks the milk out of him while stuffing his hand down the front of Mack’s panties and playing with his clit. The dual stimulation has Mack squirting all over wills hand. Will keeps playing with him till he’s empty of milk and cum

sorry, i think i just drooled a little.

mack likes to joke that they’re going through courting 2.0 since mack told him he’s pregnant.

it’s not like will wasn’t this sweet caring alpha after mating—of course he was, always. but once mack showed him the positive test, the way will started just providing reached some insane, dreamy level.

he drives mack everywhere. he hires extra hours for cleaning service, bakes all mack’s favorite things, cooks, comes home with mack’s favorite meals from their favorite restaurants. buys mack gifts and so many cozy clothes, and has a whole list of mack’s most common cravings to remember about these foods at the grocery store.

but what makes him so different from the baby alpha he was while courting mack these few years ago, is that he’s so territorial.

whenever any of their teammates—or friends, or anybody who isn’t family, sits close to pregnant mack, will is immediately there, arm wrapped around mack and he literally growls even when there isn’t any treat. that’s his omega here, with his pup inside. he doesn’t like anybody even breathing too close to them.

so while will is running around with his teeth out, so dedicated to his service baby daddy role, mack is just horny.

he can’t stop thinking about fucking will, about sucking his dick, about the way they’re all connected when will puts his dick inside him—all three of them. having both will and their pup inside makes mack crazy.

but there are days that fucking gets harder and mack is too tired for it, his back aching, his tits leaking—but so is his pussy, all wet, soaking his clothes, making it uncomfortable to sit or walk.

enter will daddy smith.

just fully stripping mack, letting him lie down in their nest, giving him few deep sloppy kisses before putting his lips on mack’s pretty pink nipples and sucking, his dick getting hard from the taste alone.

he always takes his time with it, his hand rubbing slow soft circles around mack’s round belly, before finally slipping his hand down, between mack’s legs, where he’s already wet and open.

he rubs his fingers gently on mack’s clit, pushing his fingers between his folds from time to time, moving them up and down, teasing mack’s needy hole before coming back to the sensitive nub.

-will smith hockey

“we’ve seen this before…” (DAL @ WPG 12/3/19)

omega mack getting all confused and asking, “what? alphas really do that? i thought it was like a myth or something”

the room going completely silent, everyone’s mouth dropping open in shock because of mack’s comment.

“are you saying me you’ve never been eaten out before?” leno screeches, eyes immediately meeting will’s, who’s frozen in place, downright horrified by the fact that no one’s ever worshipped mack the way the omega deserves.

gabe, the only other omega present, immediately sympathising with mack. “that’s like, a crime. i’m sorry for you dude”

“no one’s ever offered before, so i didn’t think it was a real thing.” mack frowns, crossing his arms in front of himself defensively, not understanding why they’re all making such a big deal out of it.

“well, smitty, you know what you gotta do, dude” zeev smirks, eyes glinting mischievously and pulling will out of his stupeur.

will immediately getting up, taking a shocked mack’s hand and pulling him into another room.

the harem staying silent, gabe and leno avoiding each other’s eyes as they listen to mack’s noises slowly growing in intensity through the wall.

zeev lounging back on the couch with his arms crossed, smug grin on his lips because his plan to get them together finally worked.

his smile immediately dropping when will’s voice starts permeating through the walls, the alpha praising mack for doing so good, such a good omega for his alpha, and “you just needed someone to give it t’you good, huh, sweetheart?” “your pussy’s fucking divine, baby, so fucking sweet and tight ‘round my tongue” in between slick sounds of will working the omega through it until mack is screaming himself hoarse and crying out so loudly that the boys swear the walls shake.

will and mack coming back disheveled and absolutely reeking of slick, will’s hair a wild mess and his lips still glistening as he pants quietly, smiling dopily while mack stands next to him with a satisfied grin on his face, not an ounce of shame on his features.

the boys barely being able to look at them, still reeling over what they’ve just heard.

gabe clearing his throat and hesitantly asking, “well, huh, how was it?”

mack’s grin immediately widening, his eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction as he responds, “10/10. such a shame no one else’ll ever get to experience will’s mouth ever again.” he pouts sarcastically.

will’s eyes widening, taken aback by the comment, before he starts nodding frantically. “okay, yeah, whatever you want” he agrees, so completely whipped for the omega who’s just claimed him as his in front of his guys.

mack stays extremely quiet and tries to brush off his teammates’ goading, keeping his head down to hide the blush rising along the apples if his cheeks. there’s no way in hell he’s ever mentioning any of his kinks out loud, and especially when will, the star of every single one of his fantasies, is sitting right there.

will is obviously doing the same, trying to stay under the radar until reevo makes a comment about how he’s “sure that will’s secretly into some hardcore shit, because it’s always the ones who look like angels”

a slow smirk grows on will’s face, a beat of silence passing as everyone waits. from the way will’s eyes are gleaming mischievously, they know something’s coming.

“shibari” will simply says, making mack’s heart immediately drop to his stomach, and his mind running on an increasingly heated loop of “oh my god oh my god oh my god” as his brain instantly conjures images of himself tied up in intricate patterns, completely and utterly at his best friend’s mercy. he knows it’s wrong, but he just can’t help it. the thought of will being into the same thing as him has his head reeling, heat pooling low in his stomach.

the team has a vastly different reaction, no one even understanding what will is talking about.

“man, what the hell is that, is it even a real thing or are you making shit up?” toff pipes in, his eyebrows twisting in a frown. a few of them nod along, thinking that will’s having their head.

mack doesn’t even realise he’s opened his mouth before the words come tumbling out. “japanese rope art. like, tying up people and stuff.” he blurts out, feeling his face heating up even more as everyone’s heads snap towards him.

he desperately avoids looking forward, berating himself for choosing tonight out of all nights to have sat across from will as he feels his best friend’s gaze burning through him.

reevo’s incredulous laugh pulls the team out of their stupeur. “how do you even know that, kid? like tying up people in your spare time, do you?”

mack averts his eyes down to the table in front of him, swallowing nervously as he opens his mouth to say something, anything that would get the attention off of him and the fact that his reaction is so obviously betraying the truth.

“nah, that’s mack we’re talking about guys.” delly pipes in, smirk audible in his voice. “he’s definitely the one getting tied up.”

mack resists the urge to hide his burning face in his hands, never been more thankful for toff when the man cuts the conversation short, saving him from embarrassing himself any further. “alright, that’s it, stop right there. i know way too much about those kids already and i don’t need anymore nightmare fuel.” he makes a disgusted face.

mack sends a thank you to whatever diety might be up there when the team lets the conversation ebb away after a round of good-natured laughter. he doesn’t miss the way will stays silent for the rest of the night, eyes burning through mack like he’s trying to crack his brain open with the force of his gaze.

the team decides to call it a night not long after, and mack pretends he doesn’t notice the unsubtle way a few of their teammates’ eyes jump between him and will as they get into will’s car. the drive back to their apartment is spent in charged silence, will’s hands tight around the steering wheel and mack’s brain coming up with scenario after scenario of his best friend binding him in all sorts of increasingly intricate ways. it doesn’t seem like will is going to bring up what happened at the bar, and mack hopes to fucking god that he’ll just let it go.

the second the door of their apartment closes behind them, mack is attempting to make a run for his bedroom without will saying anything, skin thrumming with the need for relief. he’s been half hard since will’s confession at the bar, and he might lose his mind if he doesn’t get a hand around himself now, and maybe a few fingers inside of himself too.

he’s stopped in his tracks by will speaking up, leaning back against the front door with his arms crossed in front of himself and a dangerous smirk dancing on his lips. “so, shibari, huh?”

mack averts his eyes toward his feet, swallowing nervously. “i could say the same to you.” he tries to retort, but it comes out in a mumble, too flustered to keep up appearances.

will hums, slowly stepping closer, like a predator circling their prey. “i’ve had an inkling for a while, you know.”

mack splutters, his face heating up. “what-“

“you always want to wrestle with me, and you always get so flustered whenever i end up pinning you down even though you could overpower me if you really tried.” he starts, voice gravely as he comes to a stop in front of him. mack can’t make himself meet will’s eyes, lest will sees how true his statement is, how badly mack is itching to just be held in place and taken.

“but you don’t even try to fight me off,” will continues, “you go boneless the second i have you under me, looking up at me like you’re just waiting for me to take care of you and give you what you need. isn’t that right, baby?” he purrs as he grips mack’s chin in between his fingers, tithing his head up and forcing mack to meet his eyes.

mack feels the fight drain out of him, lilting towards will as he nods frantically, itching with a need so deep it burns through his veins.

will’s smirk turns predatory, his tongue running over his teeth. “yeah, i thought so. just need someone to tie you up all pretty and have their way with you, huh?” he coees. “but don’t worry, angel, i’ll give you what you’re aching for.”