#willlenney

"This is for lazy people..." You mutter, holding up the self-stirring mug and squinting your eyes to inspect how it works. Then, glancing toward the camera with a grin, you add, "perfect for Will."

"What's perfect for me?" Will's voice comes from behind the camera as he strolls back into frame, arms full of Cadbury hot chocolate powder.

"Oh nothing...just me." You tease, lips curving into a smirk.

Will rolls his eyes, setting everything down with a dramatic sigh. "Come on, you know they're gonna make edits about that now."

You can't help but laugh, mostly because you know it's true. The fans have been shipping you and Will for years even since you joined his group of friends. Every shared glance, every off camera cameo, every time your laugh is in the back of his videos... they notice. There are dramatic TikToks with screenshots of your Instagram stories and YouTube compilations titled "them being in love for 10 minutes straight !!!" and endless comments claiming for us 'to just admit it already".

If only they knew how close to the truth they really were.

He huffs a laugh, leaning over the table as he unboxes the mug. “Right, science time. It’s meant to stir itself, yeah? You just press this button—”

The mug starts whirring violently, splattering chocolate up the sides. You jump back with a yelp. “Oh my god, Will! Turn it off!”

“I am turning it off!” He insists, jabbing the button as liquid chaos swirls. “Why is it spinning like it’s possessed?”

You can’t stop laughing, doubling over as he finally manages to stop it. The hot chocolate looks tragic; foamy and uneven, but Will takes a sip anyway.

“Well?” You ask, still giggling.

He shrugs. “Tastes like regret and batteries.”

You snort. “Perfect. I’ll have two.”

He shoots you a look, but his mouth twitches into a smile before he can hide it.

The video rolls on with you try a neck-massage pillow that nearly strangles Will, a mini popcorn maker that explodes kernels across the room, and a gadget that claims to fold laundry automatically (spoiler: it doesn’t). Every failure makes you laugh harder, every sideways glance between you two more obvious.

By the time you reach the last box, you’re both crying with laughter and surrounded by cardboard carnage.

Will rips it open dramatically. “Okay, final one! A miracle cleaning gel. Says it ‘picks up dust and crumbs from hard-to-reach surfaces.’”

You lean toward the camera, whispering, “Finally, something for his room.”

He throws the packaging at you. “I’ll have you know I clean... sometimes.”

“Sure, sure...”

Ignoring you, he presses the goo into a keyboard, watching it stretch and pick up crumbs. His eyebrows lift, impressed. “Oh, hang on. This is actually kinda satisfying.”

You reach for it too, both of you poking at the sticky blob. It squelches. “This is gross,” you mutter. “Feels like alien jelly.”

“Yeah, but look!” He holds it up to the light. “It’s actually cleaning the cracks and everything. This’d be perfect for our cleaning Sundays in the apartment.”

Silence.

The sentence hangs there, soft and heavy, suspended in the quiet buzz of the camera.

Your eyes flick up. His are already wide.

“Our what?” you say, fighting back a grin.

Will freezes, still holding the slime mid-air. “No, wait, I didn’t— that’s not— I meant your apartment. Or, like, an apartment. A generic apartment. Could be anyone’s.”

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “Uh-huh. The apartment we don’t share at all.”

He drags a hand down his face. “Oh, I’m so finished. They’re gonna... they’re absolutely gonna clip that.”

“Oh, definitely. Title: Will Lenney Accidentally Reveals His Secret Girlfriend.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

He glances at you, cheeks pink, mouth twitching. “Shut up.”

You grin at the camera, holding up the cleaning gel like a trophy. “Ten out of ten. Perfect for your… shared household needs.”

Will groans, burying his face in his hands. “We’re never hearing the end of this.”

In the coming weeks, Will releases the video, and he calls you to the couch to come check out the comments, "hey love, come here."

i'm sorry 'our cleaning sundays'????? excuse me! GUYS GUYS GUYS!!11!!! WE KNEW IT!!! they're literally an old married couple!

Will pretends to sulk for an hour before grinning at you from across the couch. “You know, could’ve been worse. At least I didn’t say our bed.”

You smirk. “Give it time, Lenney. Give it time.”

you woke up to the clinking of crockery. groaning and rolling over you were met with the cold and empty spot your boyfriend laid in about 20 minutes ago. slowly arising from your sleepy state, you enter the kitchen and your gaze immediately found your boyfriend topless, wet hair making his breakfast and your stomach did butterflies. no matter how many times you saw the sight of him shirtless with wet hair, it did something to you. “morning love” he called out as he noticed you. “got a really busy day with meetings” he said trying to make his coffee and food at the same time. “let me do this” you walk over and continue cooking his bacon whilst he stirs his coffee. “you’re a star” he says kissing the top of your head. “so busy, you forgot your tshirt it seems” you smirked. “as if you’re complaining” he teases back. will finishes stirring the coffee and gently nudges your arm to let go of the frying pan, “i got it, thank you” he says sweetly and you let go, but your eyes never leave his. “seen something you like?” will asks. “always” you smirk back. “you’re in a cheeky mood today” he laughs. “well you can’t be hanging around wet hair and topless and not expect me to have a look” you shrug, before grabbing an apple juice from the fridge. “how come you’re working from home today?” you ask. “office next door is having maintenance, it’ll be too loud to do any meetings there. we have a big meeting about getting rodd’s into the smaller sainsbury’s so i wanted to make sure connection was good” he explains. “aw babe that’s amazing” you cooed, rubbing his arm affectionately, he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips and the desire in you was set on fire but he pulled away. “right i’m gonna go scran this in my office then jump on a call but i love you mrs, see you later” he ruffled your hair before walking into the home office. you don’t know what it was but something in you wanted him more than normal today. “remember a tshirt” you called out and heard him curse to himself before running out the door and back into your shared bedroom. you decided to also make some breakfast, trying to keep noise to a minimum. but, the whole time you were cooking you couldn’t stop thinking about will’s wet hair and shirtless body. you saw it often enough but something felt different today. after making your food, you creep past the office door hoping to maybe grab one last kiss before his calls started but you could hear him talking about stock levels meaning he was definitely in business mode. you sat down at the worktop to eat your breakfast and watched the next episode of the series you had just started. however, you were caught heavily off guard by the sex scene that was taking place and how much of an effect it was having on you. what was going on? you were now feeling cheeky and decided to send will a text…

💬y/n:

will…

about 5 minutes later, he replied…

💬will:

what’s wrong? you okay?

💬y/n:

i can’t stop thinking about you this morning

this reply took a bit longer…

💬will:

but you see it all the time?

💬y/n:

i know but you just looked EXTRA hot today…

after sending that text, you had a message from your period tracking app:

day 14: ovulation

you might have a higher sex drive than normal today

ahh, that makes sense. well, i guess it’s not my fault, it’s my body’s!

💬will:

well, thank you but correction- i look hot all the time

anyways i’ve got to pay attention to this call

💬y/n:

come pay attention to me instead😔

you were usually shy when it came to talking about sex and especially initiating it but something overtook you today.

💬will:

y/n please, i’ll do whatever you want later i promise x

💬y/n:

but what if i’m not in the mood for it later?

when does your next call end?

💬will:

y/n stop, i’d much rather be shagging you than on these calls but i have to, i’m sorry love x

💬y/n:

guess i’ll have to do it myself🙄

that was it, will couldn’t take it anymore. the teasing continued and you were even sending photos to wind him up, nothing too explicit but enough to make him adjust his collar. the call he was currently on just ended and he had 15 minutes before his next one which was the most important of the day, sainsbury’s. he jumped out of his seat and ran to your shared bedroom, bursting open the door. “i’ve got 15 minutes, make them count” he said, faster than anticipated and jumped on the bed in a frantic manner. you pushed your laptop to the side and will immediately connected your lips. you reciprocated, cupping his face and kissing deeper. you, resting on the headboard had will kneeling between your legs. he reached round to grab your ankles and pulled your so you were laying down, “lay down” he demanded and you did exactly as you were told. will moved back and leaned down, pulling your pyjama trousers off and looking up for permission to do your underwear too, you of course nodded. before you knew it, he had his face between your legs and was hitting all the sweet spots and playing you like an instrument that was making the best music. the sounds of you moaning spurring him on to keep going. “will i’m so close” you called out so will stopped. “un do me” he said moving forward to your face and getting you to undo his button before he slid off his trousers. he then pulled his own black calvin’s down his hips and his member sprung out, ready to go. “so i wasn’t the only one?” you teases. “well you got me all riled up” he sighs softly. he gives himself a few tugs before lining up with your entrance, rubbing your clit softly a few times before pushing himself into you. “fuck will” you yelled out. his eyes rolling too, happy with the feeling. “so tight” he moans out, pounding you slowly. he looks up to you, moving his head forward to kiss you. he keeps pumping, “i love you. i love you so much” will says as the tense builds. he reaches forward and pulls on your nipples, owning an even louder moan than before, will keeps going, knowing exactly what to do to get you to the edge. “i’m so close” will groans out. “me too” you say through moans. “ready?” will asks and you nod and on the imaginary count of 3, you both release at the same time. “good girl, that’s it” will says through his own orgasm. both of you reaching your highs. heavy breathing fills the room and will slowly pulls out, sighing and slightly out of breath. “happy now?” he teases, joking. “hmm somewhat” you joke back. will looks up to the clock. “shit the meeting started 7 minutes ago” will scrambles around for his clothes on the floor, before bolting out the door and immediately turns back around remembering he hadn’t he even kissed or cuddled you after what you’d just done. “i’m so sorry to leave you like but you started it and i really need to go” he pecks your lips. “i love you, you can have unlimited cuddles later i promise” he says in a rapid voice. you don’t even have time to respond before the door is slammed. i mean you technically did get what you wanted.

will runs back into the office and can hear james’ voice on the screen, “we have really seen demand for-“ he raises an eyebrow as will appears in frame. “i am so sorry, had an emergency with the plumbing in the kitchen. where are we?” he asked in reference to the call but the panic inside was extreme and it was definitely reflecting on his face and the fact his tshirt was definitely on backwards.

💬james:

for next time, get some sound proof padding

also, your shirt looks great backwards x

fuck, will thought to himself. he was so gonna curse y/n for this later.