fluff

WS2.||will smith.

fluff.

shower with will.

“Baby,” I heard my boyfriend, Will, call out for me.

I stood in the shower, tilting my head back to wash the shampoo out of my hair, the warm water cascading down my face.

“Yes, baby?” I replied, wiping the water from my eyes just in time to see him peek his head through the opening, sliding the shower door open a fraction of an inch.

“Can I please come in?” he asked, looking up at me with those big, soft eyes that I could never say no to.

“Yeah, you can come in,” I smiled, stepping back to make room.

He offered a grateful grin, shut the shower door behind him, and quickly got undressed before stepping into the steaming enclosure. I moved to the side, letting him position himself directly under the showerhead. He sighed happily as the water drenched his hair, slicking it back. Stepping closer into my space, he leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, the soft, rhythmic sound of our lips meeting echoing off the tiled walls of the shower.

When we finally parted, I poured a generous dollop of shampoo into my palm. “Come here,” I murmured.

I reached up and began working it into his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingertips. Will closed his eyes, leaning into my touch like a satisfied puppy.

“Hahaha, does that feel good?” I asked with a chuckle.

Will nodded eagerly, absolutely loving the physical attention. He stayed like that for a long moment before finally stepping back under the stream to rinse the suds away.

As the water washed the soap down his back, I turned around to grab the conditioner for my own hair. Will, noticing what I was doing through his squinted, water-covered eyes, scrunched his face up in protest.

“No, no, no, wait! I wanna do it,” he said, frantically rubbing his hair to rinse the last of the shampoo out faster.

I giggled at his sudden burst of enthusiasm. Reaching over the top of the door, I grabbed the towel hanging nearby and gently wiped his eyes to help him see better. “Alright, alright,” I laughed, handing him the conditioner bottle.

He squeezed a dollop of the thick cream into his palm and rubbed his hands together with a look of pure determination.

“Baby, only put it in my ends, okay? Not the roots,” I reminded him.

He nodded seriously, even sticking out the tip of his tongue to concentrate as he carefully gathered the lengths of my hair. He lathered the conditioner evenly through the ends, making sure he didn't miss a strand, before rinsing the excess lotion off his hands.

“Perfect. Okay, go under the water to take it out,” he said, gently guiding me by my hips back toward the stream.

I stood under the warm water, running my fingers through my hair until it felt silky smooth. When I finally stepped back and opened my eyes, Will was standing there holding out a washcloth, piled high with a mountain of fluffy soap bubbles.

“Help my back, please?” he asked softly, his cheeks flushed a rosy pink from a mix of the rising steam and a hint of shyness.

“Of course,” I smiled, taking the cloth from his hand.

He turned around, and I thoroughly scrubbed his back, letting the warm suds trail down. Once his back was clean, we shared the soap, washing the rest of our bodies while swapping quiet laughs and gentle touches under the water.

Eventually, the bathroom grew completely thick with fog, and it was time to get out. I turned off the handle, the sudden silence filling the room as the water slowed to a drip. We stepped out onto the bath mat, immediately wrapping ourselves in fresh, plush towels.

Will pulled me close, shivering slightly against the cool air of the bathroom, and tucked a damp strand of hair behind my ear.

“I love showers with you,” he murmured, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss against my cheek.

I pressed into his side, holding my towel tight. “I love them with you, too.”

i won’t lie don’t hate me but i’m not that into will tbh.

NAVIGATION

WS²

⸺ MY CHAMPION ゛1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will celebrates the USA win surrounded by his family and girlfriend, his smile wide and eyes shining as the moment finally hits him.𓍯

⸺ TICKLISH ゛0.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿He knows exactly what he's doing when he kisses your neck, with his little beard brushing your skin just enough to make you giggle and squirm in his arms.𓍯

⸺ BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS ゛0.4k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will Smith boyfriend headcanons.𓍯

⸺ HOPING I'LL FIND A GLIMPSE OF US ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst 」 ⤿Y/n tries to move on after the break up with Will, the boy she grew up loving. But no matter how perfect her new boyfriend seems, nothing compares to the way it was.𓍯 pt.1.ᐟ

⸺ NOT LIKE YOU ゛1.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿At the club, a guy tries hitting on you, but your boyfriend steps in.𓍯

⸺ SO CLOSE, YET SO FAR ゛3.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After all the time you spent missing Will, feeling guilty leading on someone else, when your heart isn’t there fully, can a simple message from Will can change everything?𓍯 pt.2.ᐟ - hoping i'll..

⸺ OFF LIMITS ゛1.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will insisted that you’d meet his teammates, but he didn’t think he’d be jealous of his teammates, but how couldn’t he though?𓍯

⸺ LET ME LOVE YOU ゛2.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿After dinner with Will, Will pulls over on the way home. In the quiet of the car, things heat up in the backseat.𓍯 pt.3.ᐟ - so close..

⸺ MISS COUGAR ゛1,7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿An older reader falls for golden boy Will Smith, the younger hockey player who’s utterly devoted to her, soft, loyal, and eager to please. She didn’t mean to fall..but did.𓍯

⸺ CURRENT BOYFRIEND ゛1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿doing the current boyfriend prank on Will, because you know how tiny bit sensitive he gets when it comes to you.𓍯

⸺ MISS COUGAR ゛1.7k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿A glimpse into how Will calls you “ma’am” different times and different scenarios.𓍯

⸺ SELFISH ゛2.8k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿Y/n’s sister brings Will to family vocation, and Y/n knew she shouldn’t like Will but she couldn’t help it.𓍯 pt.1.ᐟ

⸺ KEEP YOU AROUND ゛1.9k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Two weeks after the vacation, Will takes you to a quiet lookout and finally confesses he can’t keep pretending he doesn’t like you.𓍯 pt.2.ᐟ - selfish

⸺ CART GIRL ゛1.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You worked the cart at a country club all summer trying not to fall for Will and his flirting, but at the end you ended up exactly where he wanted you.𓍯

⸺ NSFW ALPHABET ゛0.9k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿NSFW alphabet with Will.𓍯

⸺ MORE THAN A SECRET ゛1.9k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After fans piece together clues about your relationship, you start to panic over the age gap and start to pull away. Will one day shows up unexpectedly, determined to fix things and remind you that love matters more than what strangers think.𓍯

⸺ STRONG WHERE IT MATTERS ゛1.3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Going to the gym with your hockey boyfriend, with him trying to show off, Will gets a little humbled by his girlfriend.𓍯

⸺ UNDO ME ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst」 ⤿Having trust issues after your ex, but when you meet Will he is as patient as ever and he’s willing to wait as long as he needs just to be with you.𓍯

⸺ WESTBOUND ゛1.4k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Having a long distance relationship with your boyfriend Will and you’ve realised the times you’ve argued is because you’ve spent so much time apart and you can’t handle the distance, so you transfer from BC to San Jose.𓍯

⸺ INTERLOCKED ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿Will’s ex feels like she was the third wheel in the relationship and that Will is too close to you and she might be even right.𓍯

⸺ DRUNK ON YOU ゛3.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Angst, fluff 」 ⤿After a drunken night turns you and Will into something more, you sneak out because you thought it meant nothing, but in reality Will wakes up hurt.𓍯

⸺ SUNSHINE IN THE SIN BIN ゛2.6k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You’re guarded and terrified of needing anyone since your past relationship. But Will the sunshine he is, refuses to let your walls win, determined to love you exactly as you deserve.𓍯

⸺TEASE TO TASTE ゛2.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You and your shy boyfriend Will have been dating for two weeks without a proper kiss. At a holiday house party, you corner him in the kitchen and finally steal that sweet, long awaited first kiss.𓍯

⸺ OUR LITTLE FAMILY ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You babysit your sister’s three kids with Will and watching him play with the twins, comfort baby Tiana, and share dinner makes you realise you want to build a family with him someday.𓍯

⸺ AT LAST ゛2.3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿You agree to be Will’s wedding date, wearing matching colors and a slow dance to Iris sparks feelings, and on a balcony you finally confess your love to each other.𓍯

⸺ WHAT'S DONE IS DONE ゛2.1k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff, angst 」 ⤿You bring food to comfort Will and his best friend Macklin after a tough loss, but Macklin’s frustrated after the loss and snaps at you for always being there and Will is being protective and makes him apologise.𓍯

⸺ BEAUTIFUL LIKE THIS ゛3k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿You’ve been best friends with Will since that clumsy moment in college, crushing on each other. After he goes pro with the Sharks and you move to San Jose to stay close, the tension finally explodes one night after his big game, finally making love on his couch.𓍯

⸺ STRESSED AND HOME OBSESSED ゛3.2k ˎˊ˗ 「 mostly fluff 」 ⤿Will blurts out your name, excitement spilling everywhere, the secret’s out but the comments are mostly sweet. He comes home guilty, you forgive him instantly, and everything feels right again.𓍯

⸺ PULL ME CLOSER ゛1.8k ˎˊ˗ 「 Fluff 」 ⤿You’re used to Will keeping his hands subtle in public, but tonight he has no mind on that; pulling you between his legs at the bar, kissing you sweetly in front of everyone, holding you close the whole time.𓍯

⸺ FEENIN YOUR LOVING ゛2.5k ˎˊ˗ 「 Smut 」 ⤿The sharks lost 5-3 on Will’s 21st birthday, Will gets frustrated at the hotel and he gets pissed off at you saying “been friends for years” so he finally says it all. After everything you give him the best gift: yourself.𓍯

⸺ TATTED UP

— 2️⃣.

© Belli5 — all writing is my own, please don’t post it anywhere else without permission. All images used belong to their rightful owners.

Dividers: @uzmacchiato, all credits to them.

╰ Synopsis You’ve always called Macklin cute, thinking it’s sweet and harmless, but it drives him crazy because he thinks you don’t want him in the way he wants you.

tags/contains Macklin Celebrini x fem!bsf!reader. Fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, kind of slow burn, shy Macklin, count how many time the word cute is mentioned, use of y/n, 1.9k words, requested.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. The pic I’m talking about in the fic is the one from Olympics because genuinely that’s the cutest picture I’ve ever seen, so yes in this fic they make up during the Olympics.

masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it!

pairing: macklin celebrini x reader

summary: you and macklin decide to play a prank you saw on tiktik on will... his reaction is very unexpected.

warning(s): established relationship, pranks, silly fluff, interpreted implications of cheating.

words: 1.3k

as soon as i showed mack the video, he was bouncing off the walls with anticipation. 

i’d come across the trend of calling your boyfriend’s friends to see if they lie or not about him being with them. 

now, with macklin’s friends in particular, this idea happens to be a little more complicated. when your boyfriend is constantly traveling around the country for work with his best friends, you really don’t have many opportunities to build good relationships with them. 

especially when you —and your boyfriend —both happen to be chronic introverts. 

mack lays beside me on the couch, already giggling like a little kid pulling a prank on his parents. “hurry up! i’ve been waiting all day,” he whines while tilting my phone toward him to see if I have a contact pulled up yet. 

our first victim, will smith (hockey), is showcased on my screen, ready to call. his contact name causing me many teases since it was first discovered. 

sue me for not wanting people to think i’m calling will smith... (actor). 

laughing at macklin, i roll my eyes before looking at him seriously. “okay, you have to be quiet though. you know he’ll hang up as soon as he thinks it’s a prank.” 

he immediately goes dead silent, nodding quickly. 

smiling softly at his antics, i brush his hair out of his face and press a quick kiss to his forehead. in return, he snatches my phone and presses the call icon. 

shaking my head, i scoff.  

the phone barely rings before will’s panicked voice sounds through my phone speakers. “hey, are you okay?” 

instantly channeling a stressed tone, i sigh quietly, convincingly. “uh... actually, not really. i’m sorry, i just have to ask you something.” 

his response is immediate, relieved. “oh, so you’re okay then?” 

mack raises a brow next to me, staring at the phone like it’ll personally answer his unasked questions. 

i realize that my unprompted call —and the fact that macklin isn’t with him right now —probably caused him to think something physically happened to one of us. 

“oh, yeah, sorry. i didn’t mean to worry you. i just- is macklin with you?” 

i rush the question out with conviction, forcing my voice to sound more worried than it’s ever been in regards to mack’s whereabouts.  

there’s a pause... then a simple question, not giving anything up yet. 

“why?” 

he’s suspicious. macklin is covering his mouth. i kick him. 

“well...” i sniffle to make it sound more believable, “he hasn’t answered me for hours, and he said he was going to be with you all evening.” 

i don’t say what i’m thinking exactly, letting will put the pieces together by himself. macklin laughs quietly next to me. 

my foot makes contact with his ribs this time. 

i hear will’s footsteps on the other side of the line, clearly pacing now, connecting the dots. “he’s not answering you?” 

i have to pause, pressing my hand to my mouth to stop myself from laughing, before i answer him. “no. i assumed you guys were doing something and he just hadn’t seen it, but now i’m getting worried.” 

i don’t hear will’s voice for a hefty minute after that. i’d have thought he figured it out and hung up on me if it weren’t for his loud pacing in the background. 

“um... i need to call you back.” 

he doesn’t wait for a response. the sound of his steps cut off suddenly. gasping, i whip my head to macklin. he looks at me equally surprised —both of us unsure of what just happened. 

then his phone starts ringing. 

his eyes go wide, freaking out. “what do i do?!” 

“answer it!” 

he fumbles with his phone as he answers, immediately falling into character. his voice coming out chill... too chill. 

“hey man, what’s up?” 

“where the fuck are you?” 

will’s voice comes out more serious than i’ve heard it before. from the look on mack’s face, he relates. “woah, dude, what’s wro-” 

he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, will interrupting with a particular protectiveness i wasn’t aware i'd earned from him. 

“stop. i’m not in the mood to deal with some bullshit right now, macklin. why the hell is your girlfriend asking me where you are? you better have the best fucking excuse —especially after lying to her by telling her you’re with me.” 

he leaves no room for mack to turn this into a joke, clearly not willing to mess around with a situation like this. something tells me that mack has never been acquainted with this side of his best friend before. a good thing i suppose. 

mack, trying not to burst out laughing, tries to redirect the question. “fuck, she texted you? why didn’t she just wait for me to respond?” 

this doesn’t do anything to deter will. “no, she called me. and she didn’t wait because she sounded worried as fuck about you, while you’re doing God knows what. she said it’s been hours. where are you?” 

answering his question isn’t optional anymore. his patience is wearing thin. 

“i- well... funny stor-” 

the phone call ends. 

we both stare at each other in awe. the giggles having cleared out at the intensity of will’s voice. “i did not think he’d get that ma-” 

cutting mack off for the third time —this time unintentionally —my phone rings again. 

i don’t have to check it to know who’s calling. 

will smith (hockey) 

clicking the accept button, i rush to put it on speaker. “hello?” 

he doesn’t wait to rat out his best friend. “he’s not with me.” 

covering my mouth with my hand, i rush to put my phone on mute. whispering to mack, “what do i say?” 

he whispers back, as if talking louder would cause will to hear our plotting. 

“act distraught. ask where i am.” 

taking a deep breath, i unmute my mic, breathing a little unevenly. “what? where is he?” my voice coming out pitchier than i intended.  

it does the job. 

a sigh sounds from my phone speakers. “i- i’m not sure. i’m so sorry. i called him...” i wait for him to continue. he scoffs, thinking of his conversation with mack. “fuck, i’m so sorry, i think he’s with someone, y/n.”  

the words escape him too quickly. the concept of his best friend doing something like this pains him. he’s upset with macklin. he’s upset for me. 

macklin mouths something to me. he knows i can’t read lips for shit. 

i press mute again and tilt my head at him. “what?” 

“we have to tell him that it’s a prank. he’s going to kill me.” 

i nod quickly, knowing that neither of us expected will to take it this seriously. 

unmuting, i clear my throat. opening my mouth to admit to our antics, will speaks up again. “i’m so so sorry. i swear i didn’t know anything about this. if i did, i would’ve- God, i don’t know. i would’ve done something though.” 

macklin, like the little asshole that he is, bursts out laughing. sudden, loud, and irritatingly infectuous. i chastise myself for laughing along with him. 

i can see tears in his eyes, sending me further into my hysterics. my state only has a ripple effect on him. 

“uh... hello?” 

i’m not even kidding, will’s voice makes me start crying. by the time we collect ourselves, tears are streaming down both of our faces. 

“oh my gosh, will...” i pause to laugh again. “will, i’m so sorry!” 

beep beep beep. 

the phone call ended again.  

my neck hurts from how fast i turn to look at mack. both of us are calm for a second before a text comes through. 

will smith (hockey)       i hate you both. tell mack to watch out at practice tomorrow. 

I THINK IVE GOT A FUCKED UP FACE

Will smith is shooting himself in the foot. He’d been fucking around with Mack, playfully smacking pucks at each other as they wait for their photos to be taken.

He didn’t mean it. At all!

The puck slipped, that’s what he’s telling himself, it slipped and shot right into your camera. Lens glass all over the ice, your now broken camera hanging loosely around your neck from where you had dropped it.

The arena falls silent, Macklin snorts. Wills hand covers his mouth, “oh my god” he whispers, “oh my god im so sorry” he apologizes, skating over to where you’re standing

exboyfriend who picks you up exactly at 10 like he said he would, the smell of cocoa butter and his cologne filling the chilled car.

exboyfriend! who absentmindedly opens the door for you, staring at your sundress in awe.

exboyfriend! who asks if you want to smoke before, handing you the joint to light as he drove. he hummed to the music in the car, tapping the wheel lightly to the beat.

strong arms circle around your waist and pull you in, making you tense up at the sudden touch. "what's wrong, love?" he mumbles against your shoulder, placing a soft kiss against the warm skin. he had noticed your tossing and turning, and you feel bad for having woken him up.

Pairing: Male!Kiddnappers x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cnc, kidnaping roleplay, size kink, degradation, choking, rough sex, blowjob, name-calling, praise, creampie, safety system, aftercare, poly relationship

Word count: 1k

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A/N: A bit of a darker commission this time around. Good stuff still, if you're into that. Read the tags before reading the fic.

Tonight started off great for you. A night out with your friends, a few drinks a few dances, some flirting with guys who looked perfectly harmless. Looked being the key word there. When your friends offered to walk you home you declined, you lived close by and it was a safe neighborhood. So you walked home, it was fine. You didn't notice the two men following you, not until it was too late and you were pulled into their car, kicking and with a hand over your mouth.

You woke up in an apartment, one of the men between your legs rubbing his hard cock between your legs, your skirt and pants who knows where. "Finally awake, princess? About time. I was debating fucking you back into consciousness if you took much longer." You tried to get a good look at him but a hand pushed down on your throat, making you choke in the process.

He would gather pillows and blankets on the couch and turn on the TV; snacks already at the coffee table—waiting to be devoured. Then he would get you from your bed, carrying you bridal style. With you plopping in the couch with a snack already at your hands—he snuggles on you.

Sometimes, when the cramps worsens, he would research foods that would help with cramps. From teas to snacks, and he would buy some warm compress for that.

your heavy eyelids slowly batted open as you made out the space in front of you to be his room. as you slowly woke, you felt the tender brushing of his lips against the bare skin of your back, gently uncovered by your nightgown.

kiss after kiss, he slowly made his way around your neck and shoulders, pressing his body against yours, letting out a soft mutter as he placed the last kiss. you turned around, twisting in the sheets that smelled of him, to face him sitting up on his side of the bed, leaned back, weakly propping himself up with his arms. his chest shone with moisture, hair tousled with small, sweat-soaked waves, covering parts of his forehead and creeping down his neck.

as he turned to look at you, hesitantly, you instinctively asked if he was okay. his chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. by the worried look on his face, your mind had already gone to the worst of places. but he slowly shook his head and moved closer to embrace you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

“you don’t look fine,” you mumbled, gently tracing his back with your fingertips.

when he finally let go of you and mustered up the courage to look you in the eye, he said, “i had an awful dream.”

naturally, you were curious, and went on to ask about it. surely it couldn’t have been that bad, right?

“it was about you,” he began slowly, letting his head hang, breaking his gaze away from yours as though he couldn’t bring himself to say it to you. “i thought i lost you… and it felt so real.”

“but it isn’t.”

you assured him it was okay, running your hands softly through his hair, smoothing out the parts tangled up by sweat. the longer you caressed his head, the more he leaned into you, letting his arms wrap around your waist, his body pressing against yours.

for a moment, you could’ve sworn you heard him gasp for a breath as his body shuddered, almost like he didn’t have it in him anymore to stop himself from crying. but you didn’t make anything of it, and just continued playing with his hair.

“i love you,” he mumbled through his sleepiness.

“i love you more.”

it was late at night by the time both of you had gotten back, tumbling through the door as you struggled to take off your jackets and shoes, tossing them to the floor lazily.

“are you sure you’re fine with me staying?”

“of course..” he turned towards you briefly, rolling his eyes, not out of annoyance, but more so in an attempt to assure you.

he led you to his bedroom, a nervousness in his voice as he held the door open for you. all the sudden, his room didn’t feel clean enough to him. he eyed the shelves and the floor, noticing small things that should’ve been put away, but were left forgotten in the frenzy of getting ready for the party. all this time, he had secretly been hoping you’d agree to his idea of staying over, so he had shoved all his trinkets previously scattered all around into the drawers.

“sorry, it’s a little messy here,” he muttered, scratching at the back of his head.

“not at all, really,” you replied, gently rubbing his arm with your hand, a gesture that typically wouldn’t have meant anything to either of you, but now, fueled by the lingering, post-party feeling, left you both a little flustered.

“anyway—” he continued, making his way to the small, built-in wardrobe in the wall to his right. he pulled the moving doors sideways, opening it to a modest collection of clothes, hung up on racks neatly, with two sets of shelves above filled with labeled boxes. below the hanging clothes rested a bright-colored, polyester material of some sort, rolled up and wrapped with a thick band. he reached for it, unraveling it to be a sleeping bag.

you swallowed nervously, immediately assuming it was for you.

he looked over at you, and seeing your expression, immediately began stumbling over his words, “oh— no, no, this is for me..”

“what do you mean?”

he stepped aside his bed, spreading out the sleeping bag on the carpet beneath your feet.

“i’m sleeping on the floor, and you can have the bed,” he explained, quickly adding that he washed the sheets prior. you chuckled, assuring him in that half-nervous, half-flustered voice that it would be fine if he hadn’t, even though it would’ve probably made you feel the type of way you’ve been trying to hide — from him, and from yourself. the mere thought of laying in the bed he sleeps in made you flush a light pink, but for the sheets to be ones he’s twisted in just the night before? to sleep surrounded in his scent would probably prove to be far more difficult for you to ignore, to play off as a neutral thing.

when it was his turn using the bathroom, you sat down on his bed carefully, looking around the room. it was almost 3 in the morning as you struggled to keep your eyes open, a rare thing for you whilst sleeping over at someone else’s house. you took it as a good sign, one that meant he felt safe. you ran your hands through your hair, crossing your legs and looking down at your pajamas, feeling a little self-conscious with how you looked.

i could’ve worn something cuter, you thought. what am i thinking? he’s just my friend. he doesn’t care what i’m wearing.

when he finally came out of the bathroom, hair freshly fluffy from the shower, towel wrapped around his hips, you had already hid yourself beneath the covers, only your head poking out. you turned so you wouldn’t see him, but once he came up to the wardrobe to change his shirt, you had accidentally caught a glance of his bare, muscular back. your head immediately turned as you shifted in the bed. in turn, he glanced your way and smiled to himself before making his way to the sleeping bag.

“are you sure you want to sleep on the floor?” you muttered as he turned off the dim, warm night lamp.

“you’re the guest, you deserve a bed,” he said, sliding into the sleeping bag with a crinkly sound.

“and you don’t?”

he hummed a no.

some time passed — you didn’t know how long, or whether you had slept at all, but you could feel his wakefulness, somehow. letting go of a breath, you risked it, parting your lips to speak:

“are you asleep?”

“no,” he responded almost immediately, his voice clear as though he hadn’t slept. you paused for a moment before mustering up the courage to suggest what you were about to.

“are you sure you don’t want to come here?”

the silence was loud for that moment, but then, you heard plastic rustling and saw a faint shadow of a man standing above you.

“i might take you up on that,” he said, tugging at the corner of the sheets and gently positioning himself in the warmth of the bed. you moved as far as you could to the other edge of the bed, which, although a double, wasn’t as spacious once he had entered it. “are you uncomfortable?”

you turned around to face him, your eyes meeting his.

“oh, no, no, not at all,” you hesitated, suddenly aware of the closeness, not even a forearm’s length between your faces.

“just tell me,” he said, almost whispering. you nodded, shifting back to your side. after a moment, he sat up in the bed, causing you to look his way again, awoken by the sudden movement.

“it’s so damn hot,” he mumbled, tugging his shirt off and throwing it to the ground before falling back into his pillow. your stomach stirred with a sense of nervousness as you watched his chest heave up and down as he breathed.

we’re just friends, you thought to yourself.

then, when he turned around, his face smushed gently against the pillow, hair sprawled out on the fabric, one hand resting gently on the space beside you, your cheeks burned up. it took a moment for you to finally fall asleep, especially facing him, but seeing as his eyes closed, and his breath had slowed down, you found it safe to do the same.

you slept well, though not for long, dreaming of something you couldn’t remember when your eyes opened in the morning. the sunlight peeked through the curtain, gently caressing the both of you and illuminating the space around your bodies. when you entered a state of consciousness, you immediately felt an unfamiliar warmth, a caress of skin against yours. to your surprise, he held you tight, arms wrapped around you, your back pressed against his chest, his face buried in your neck.

once he had awoken, feeling your movements in his sleep, it took a second before he had realized his position, and shifted his head away, whilst still holding you gently. you turned around in his arms to face him, his sleepy eyes observing you as you looked up at him.

“you know, friends don’t do these things,” he muttered, voice hoarse with the sound of just having woken up.

“what do you mean?”

he smiled, letting go of his left hand to rub his eyes as he stretched his body. “well, they don’t cuddle in their sleep.”

you gulped.

“sorry, i..”

“no, no—” he cut you off, moving closer and wrapping his arm around your waist. “i don’t mind, unless..” he let go suddenly.

“i don’t mind either.”

he closed his eyes, his lips curling into a gentle grin as he pulled you close to him once more, caressing your hair with his hand.

“you know,” he whispered against your ear. “i was waiting for another moment to tell you this, but i think now’s the time.”

“hm?”

“i think it’s pretty obvious at this point how i feel about you,” he mumbled, taking a deep breath. “and i don’t even care to hide it anymore..”

your eyes widened, a gesture only you could see, as you buried your head in his chest. a second passed before you mustered a response.

“well,” you said, voice vibrating against his skin. “i feel that way too.”

his fingers dragged across your skin, softly drumming against your spine. you didn’t see it, but you could feel him smiling again.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

your boyfriend’s arms snake around your waist as you're waiting in line at the cinema, making you turn to look at him, surprised by the sudden affection. "he keeps staring at you," he mumbles.

suggestive/nsfw under the cut 🍒

cw// fluff, overuse of pet names (baby, pretty girl, gorgeous, etc), slight smut and suggestive content, fembodied!reader, poor grammar, can’t think of anything else but lmk if i should add something!

younger!bf who tries to make you laugh like it’s his only purpose in life, like it’s an achievement every time it happens even though you give laughs out freely

younger!bf who started off with cheesy nicknames as a joke ‘light of my life’, ‘beautiful girl’, ‘my pretty baby’

younger!bf who now thrives off of cheesy pet names, who calls you baby every other sentence, who gets pouty when you call him by his name, “baby please what did i do, what’s wrong”

younger!bf who doesn’t get jealous but instead possessive, he knows you’re his but that doesn’t mean he should be okay with sharing

younger!bf who’s a little naive when it comes to planning dates so when the place is actually closed because it’s a public holiday when disaster strikes he gives you a sheepish look but tries his hardest to fix it

younger!bf who when he does get it right is very unsubtly preening for your affection and praises on how good a job he’s done

younger!bf when you’re busy working on a project your clingy!bf who can be pouty and whiny on the best of days just because you’re not giving him all the attention he wants, forget work he’ll fund your lifestyle if it means you quit your job and only have to focus on him for the rest of your life

younger!bf who says as much ‘as a joke’ but if you said you wanted to quit work and be a sahgf he would be all for it