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mack has always been insecure about feeling pretty. his arms were too big, he was too tall, too big. but will and him had been working on his confidence in the bedroom, helping him feel more comfortable with feeling beautiful. the way will as always tried to tell him he is. will was good at it, fucking him into believing the words he was saying, and mack was so thankful. so he had to take the next step. and he just happened to hear, not eavesdrop, just hear the wags talking about a custom online lingerie brand which made high quality, comfortable pieces.

secretly ordering it was easy, designing it was a bit harder. it was made for women, so he had to guess at some things. he did not have boobs, but he searched how to measure bra size and he could make an estimate using his pecs. some parts were easy. the colour, for example. but customising the design was harder, even going down to the stitching.

it arrived at mack's when they were on a roadie, and he was glad the company promised inconspicuous packaging as tabea messaged him that he had a delivery. rushing back home afterwards, despite being home alone in his guest house, he slammed the bathroom door shut and opened it up.

the teal perfectly matched the sharks, he had purposely used the colour code the sharks had provided. it felt soft as he grazed his fingers against the material. a solid stripe of teal weaved around where his breast would be, the cups poking out slightly, a soft pattern of peacock feathers outlining the cups. the middle sheer with a floral pattern running down the sides. holding up to himself, the pattern stopped at his waist, a skirt dropping down, barely covering his crotch, see-through dots which would show all, ended with short tassels. at the bottom.

he gulped as he closed his eyes, picturing himself in the outfit. he shook his head violently, dropping the garment onto the floor. peeking back into the box, he turned red at the sight of teal panties, which he knew would sit snug against his cock, turning them over he realised it was a thong, the small string mocking him. matching stockings sat at the bottom of the box, clips provided to snap the whole piece together into one.

his phone buzzed on the counter. will providing an eta. fuck, he forgot to tell him not to come. looking back down at the scrunched up ball of teal on the ground. will thought he was pretty, that mack was always pretty even if he didn't try. squatting down he picked up the lingerie. feeling the delicate material between his fingers, he sighed, holding it back up to himself, looking into the mirror.

so that is how he ended up staring into the eyes of a man in lingerie in his mirror. he squirmed under his own gaze, trying to hide his dick back into the small panties. it fit right. his pecs filling up the top, his waist snatched, the stockings reaching up to his thighs. turning around, he noticed the skirt was too small, not covering the bottom of his ass cheeks as they poked out. he dropped his head into his hands as embarrassment overwhelmed him.

"mack, i'm here, you want to order in now or during the movie?" will called out as he entered the house, mack's hands beginning to shake as he heard his steps in the living room. "mack, where you at?"

"i-in here," he choked out.

"want me to get set up?" he asked through the door.

mack looked down at his trembling legs, his body wrapped in delicate material. "no, c-can you go sit on the couch for me? and wait?"

"what? just sit-"

"will, please," he whined.

"okay, okay baby, i'll go wait." ass he heard him walk away, he cracked open the door and slowly walked down the hallway."

"you can't laugh," he said as he teetered on the edge of the living room.

"i won't laugh, baby, what is it?" taking a deep breath, he gulped as he akwardly rounded the corner, his hands trying to pull down the skirt in the back. "holy fuck." will's mouth fell open, eyes widening impossibly wide.

"i-i wanted to l-look good for you," mack whispered, eyes downcast.

"then you achieved that times infinity, mackie," will gaped. "come here, let me see closer," will beckoned him over, holding his hand out, mack moving over on his shaky legs, not very sexy he thought. "holy shit mack, i am hard as a rock right now, at just the sight of you."

his hands trailed down his waist, his eyes drawn to the intricate pattern, eyes drawn to the stitching as he moved his face closer to see. feeling over the bumps as he saw the familiar number 2 trailing down. "mack."

he gulped. "wanted you to know wh-who it belonged to," he whispers.

"fuck." will roughly grabbed his app, hands gripping his cheeks as he moaned in surprise. "and who do you belong to, beautiful?"

Thunderstruck (shaking at the knees,could i come again, please?) by galpalaxy

Willmack| 12k | Rated M

Chapter 1/3

Mack looks down at Will’s fingers—at the remnants of her constant anxiety and self-abasement. She wants to say something, but she thinks of running the hill for hours with Aiden, looking into her dad's eyes and wishing to be done as the muscles in her legs screamed and pulsed like they could burst at any step, then pushing through anyways to make him proud. And then Mack thinks of how her dad reacted when she said she was putting off her training this year to try out for the DCC—the disbelief, the controlled anger, and finally the resigned acceptance and yeah. She can understand not wanting to disappoint.

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yes and mack was absolutely humiliated when the alpha gave it to him before the off season. after spending their time together in boston, the alpha told him he had a present for him, mack was so excited. his alpha said he could you use whenever he missed him and it would help keep him sane. so when he pulled out a replica dildo of his own dick, enthusiastically telling him is has his realistic know attached which will pop if you press a button on the base. mack's face flushed red and his head fell into his hands when will fucking demonstrated it in front of him.

he insisted he did not need it, will and him had perfected the art of phone sex and he was fine with using other toys, he did not need a specialised toy recreating will's dick. but then when mack got back from worlds, he started emptying his suitcases, and a small unrecognisable bag sat tucked in the bottom of the case. opening it, his alpha's cock stared back at him.

calling him furious mack said how dare he make mack unknowingly have a dildo in his bag when he was fucking rooming with dicky and hanging around sidney crosby. will just laughs and says he thinks mack will like it. mack just hangs up. jumping onto his bed and glaring at the stupid bag with the evil object.

but then mack gets horny and hot one day. slightly wobbly on his skates during training, misa gives him a look and says he smells a little off. so mack checks the date, and it is not time for his heat, but he stops taking his suppressants during the off-season to re-regulate, so he has more heats, and it throws his schedule off. so it could be his heat. but his alpha is not here. he needed his alpha for his heat. will was coming in a week, he could wait.

but then his scent sweetens even more and his belly starts to cramp, and that stupid bag he for reason failed to throw away stares back at him. will's dick there and ready for mack to take. he slickened up at the thought. with each step he took toward it, the heavier his pants were as he soaked through them. the phallic piece was so realistic will had it in his skin tone, the width was right, the long size accurate to will's long length. mack whimpered as he reminisced, the thick long shaft so perfect, able to fill him up just like he needed.

laying on his back, pillow pushed under hi hips, legs spread. having lubed up the dildo, he pushed it slowly into him, his legs shaking and muscles tensed as it pushed into him. closing his eyes he pictured his alpha lining himself up and rubbing mack's thighs softly as he felt himself bottom out. then dream will pulled out, pushing back in with strong vigour, mack's back arching up moaning his alpha's name. his alpha's dick fucking into him, over and over and over.

then his fingers brushed against the bump of the button, and this would be the time, as his orgasm teetered on the edge, when his alpha would knot him. making him scream and wither as he popped. so mack did it, the expansion opening him up so wide he felt himself gape, crying out as he did not feel the usual cum fill him. but placated by his familar alpha's thick knot.

and all mack can do after it deflates is reach for his phone and text his alpha.

mack i hate you