Pairing — Will Smith X Reader.
In Which — During Will’s softball game, you can’t help but notice how much your boyfriend has grown during the off-season. Or more specifically, how much his thighs have grown.
Warnings — NSFW. Thigh Riding. Dry Humping. Spit Kink. Finger Sucking. (DirtyFreak!Will).
You tried your best to only focus on the game, really.
You went to the MayeDay Softball Classic to support Will during another one of his off-season activities.
You just wanted to cheer him on, and that’s what you were doing for the majority of it.
But you couldn’t help yourself when your gaze snapped to his thighs several times throughout the game, noticing the way his muscles flexed every time he ran.
Will wearing shorts isn’t new to you. He wears them all the time, mostly during the hockey season or when he’s going to sleep.
But ever since the off-season started, something’s changed. He’s been regularly going to the gym, eating more protein, and rarely baking sweet treats.
The change is evident. His biceps are more defined, the muscles in his back are thoroughly outlined with every shirt he wears, his abs are even more prominent than before.
And most importantly, his thighs. They’re thicker, wider, and they’re all you can think about.
It especially doesn’t help that you’re currently on the couch sat next to Will, while he hasn’t changed since you got back to his apartment. He’s still in those thin, blue shorts that leave nothing to your imagination.
You’re trying to focus on the movie playing, but you can’t stop looking over at his legs.
He hasn’t said anything about it, because he hasn’t noticed. Or maybe he has and he’s just trying to see how long you’ll keep this up for.
You look over again, thickly swallowing as your eyes trace over his thighs.
“Baby?” Will calls out, breaking the silence.
You clear your throat, repeatedly blinking.
“You haven’t said a word to be since we got back.”
That’s true. You congratulated him after he ran over with the trophy after winning the game, and you praised him for how well he played in a softball match despite being a hockey player.
But since you stepped through those doors, you haven’t said anything else to him. You’re not sure why you’re acting like this.
You and Will have done almost everything together. You’ve fucked in the backseat of his Bronco (more times than you can count), you’ve let him spit in your mouth (seeing his saliva land on your tongue will always turn him on), you’ve practically done everything with him.
So why can’t you just come out and say that you want to get yourself off on his thigh?
Then again, you know Will by now. He’s cocky, he’s confident, he’s annoying when you fuck. He makes fun of how vocal you are, he recreates your facial expressions just to piss you off, he claims you can’t take his entire cock.
He’ll probably make fun of you and call you sensitive if you can cum just from riding his thigh.
But right now, you’re horny and the only thing you want is to feel his muscles flex beneath your core.
“It’s just…” you trail off, chewing on your bottom lip. “Yourthighsarenice,” you blurt out in one ago.
Will’s eyebrows pull together, his jaw flexing as he chews on some peppermint gum.
“I mean— your legs. Your thighs are bigger, I can…tell you’ve been going to the gym.”
He nods, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “You can tell, huh? Think I’m almost ready for next season,” he boasts, smacking his thigh.
You fall silent, awkwardly twisting your lips to the side.
Will tilts his head, noticing how quiet you are. “That it, baby?”
You feel your cheeks heat up at his voice.
“It’s just,” you pause, dropping your head. “I want to try something else.”
Will chuckles. “You wanna ride my thigh?”
You look up, mortified that he even suggested that. Is he joking? Can he read your mind? Is he opposed to the idea?
“C’mon, baby. I’m not stupid,” he utters.
He looks at you, something different in his eyes. Then he moves his hand, patting his thigh for you to come over.
“You don’t mind?” you ask.
Will shrugs. “You think I don’t wanna see how quick you can cum just from fucking my leg?”
You bury your face in your hands, feigning embarrassment at his dirty words. But you don’t hesitate to jump up from the couch, standing in front of him.
He spreads his legs wider, his bulge poking through his shorts. “C’mon,” he mumbles, patting his thigh again.
You roll your eyes as you pull your shorts down, leaving yourself in a pair of black lacy panties and a tank top.
Will grins at the sight, reaching out and grabbing your wrist. He pulls you onto his thigh. You’re not riding him yet, just hovering as your core aches to feel his muscles tense beneath it.
He doesn’t give you any warning. Will places his hands on your hips, gripping your bare skin as he lowers your clothed cunt onto his thigh. Your breaths turn shallow as you move on your own accord, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips.
“Feel good, baby?” Will breathes out, looking up at you.
Despite how cocky he always is, his face is flushed. His cheeks are a light shade of pink, and his jaw is slowly moving now as he chews on his gum, prioritizing your pleasure over the growing bulge straining against his shorts.
“Yeah— Fuck, yeah,” you manage, slowly rocking your hips as he purposely flexes his thigh. “Fuck, Will.”
“Yeah, keep it going,” he whispers, a wide grin breaking out. Normally, he’d make jokes about how you barely need him to do anything to make you cum. But now, he’s too caught up in the moment of feeling your clothed, wet cunt grind against his bare skin.
He purposely tenses beneath you, causing a small whimper to slip from your lips.
“Doesn’t take much for you,” he remarks, his finger tracing over your stomach.
“Shut— God, it feels so…” you trail off. This moment of bliss feels so good, too good for you to finish your sentence. Your jaw hangs open, chest rising as you continue to move against his thigh.
Will can feel the wetness slipping through the thin material of your lace panties, but he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t mock you, or laugh, or tease you for being so sensitive. He stays silent, except for the occasional quiet groans leaving his mouth every time you accidentally hit his clothed dick. He doesn’t want to say anything. He just wants to admire your pretty and flushed face as you fuck yourself on his leg.
You let out a shaky breath as you drag your clothed clit against his bulky thigh. You place your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself. “God, Will.”
“You look so pretty,” he whispers, cupping your cheek. “So fucking pretty riding my thigh. You’re gonna cum just from that?”
You frantically nod, tipping your head back. Quiet moans slip from your lips every time he purposely flexes beneath you.
But it’s not enough. You push yourself off of him, wasting no time pulling your panties off and discarding them.
“So desperate,” Will comments, watching as you return to your previous position.
“Just— I needed— Fuck,” you cry out, the skin-on-skin contact feeling even better than before. You drag your wetness over his muscle, biting your lip to contain your moans out of embarrassment that this is all it takes.
He runs his fingers through your hair, sitting there and doing absolutely nothing. He occasionally flexes his muscles on purpose, but he wants to see how little he has to do to make you cum.
As you continue your movements, he places his thumb on your lips. You know what he’s trying to do, so you part your lips enough for him to slip his thumb in. He wastes no time exploring your mouth as you swirl your tongue around him, noticing the darkened look in his blue eyes.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, removing his thumb. He rubs your spit over your lips, watching the rest trickle down your chin. He loves it. It’s taking a lot for him not to cum just by the sight of your fucked out expression with spit all over your lips. “You almost there?”
“Mhm,” you whimper, nodding your head. You speed up your movements, dropping your head to his shoulder as you feel your climax coming. You can’t help it. The feeling of his thumb in your mouth combined with your bare pussy rubbing against him is too much.
He grabs your ass, kneading it beneath his fingertips as you cry out. You stutter out a moan, feeling yourself come undone over nothing but Will Smith’s bare leg.
You climb off of him, watching your own liquid puddle on his thigh. He looks down, sharply exhaling. “That’s all it took?” he asks with a grin.
“Just— can you stop?” you whine, hiding your face with your hands.
Will shakes his head, standing up to probably go clean himself up. “Don’t worry, baby. My thigh’s here whenever you need it again.”
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