#willmack x reader

“F-Fuck, you’re doing s’good, baby…“ Mack’s mouth dropped open when he thrust forward into your palm in a futile attempt to get more friction from your tongue. All your attention was on the tip of his cock, your tongue alternating between swirling figure eights on the slit and suctioning your lips around the very tip with just enough force to pull his hips closer to you.

You didn’t care to blink away the tears that distorted your vision from the pleasure coming from behind you, your ass raw from the way Will kept smacking against it, red handprints blossoming across the smooth skin enough for his hips to meet yours harder.

You were doing a fairly good job at teasing your needy boyfriend considering the current state that your mind was forced into, a mixture of submissiveness with the perfect amount of dominance. You somehow managed to keep Macklin far enough for the high you knew he otherwise would've already reached, all while taking whatever his best friend – and by forced proximity, yours – without hesitation.

After Will hit a specific spot deep in your cunt you arched your back further for the man behind you, your spine curving enough to catch the lamp's shine, your skin glistened with sweat and something Will is learning is entirely yours.

“Take me s’good, you’d think you were made f’me.” He slurred his words while reaching deep into you, the new angle enabling exactly where he was trying to reach. He was too lost in the pleasure to realize what he said, and what it meant for all of you. But thankfully, the words didn't stick with any of you. Not yet, at least. 

Will could see the way you were teasing Macklin and as much as he loved to watch it, he knew the other man needed more. And so Will moved his hands from their resting position on your ass and pushed his palms into the curve of your back, his fingers wrapping around your waist in a way that made it easier to pull you back into him.

The first time Will pulled you against him you’d bounced back even harder, Macklin’s entire length slipping down your throat without warning, your eyes squeezing closed as you gagged against him due to how sudden it happened.

Macklin let out a choked whimper when the harsh gag vibrated up his cock, the new suction nearly making him lose his mind. His legs shook from beneath him when your body was pushed forward again –except this time your nose was met with his lower stomach. 

Macklin heard a quiet chuckle and snapped his head up towards Will, their eyes meeting and sharing a knowing look before they both pushed forward again, their bodies working together to use you.

Instead of pulling you back against him this time, Will used his hold on you to keep you still. Your body was held in a still enough state that made it easier for both boys to share you between them, to manipulate your body whichever way they wanted.

“You look so pretty for Will, it’s such a shame that he can’t see it from back there.” Macklin pouted down at your tear-streaked cheeks with a newfound dominating glaze, your tears glistening the same way your cunt did when he usually railed you from behind. 

His gaze then drooped to your lips, the sight making him cock twitch in your warm mouth. Spit was practically dripping from the corners of your lips, small bubbles pushing out with each thrust he pushed in, your face and his thighs messy with saliva.

He wrapped one of his hands around the base of his cock, his fingers wrapping around it as he slowly pulled himself out. His mouth watered when strings of your spit came out with it, his cock completely coated in your saliva. Some strings were still attached to your lips that reflected in the light, enough for him to lose his composure.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Macklin looked back up at Will only to see that his eyes were attached to the strings connecting your body to Will's. Will's lip was pulled between his teeth while his thrusts grew faster, the sight fueling his libido.

“I wish I could taste it, I bet she tastes so fucking sweet.” Will grunted between heavy exhales, which made Macklin look back down at you and the fucked out expression on your face, “dirty fucking slut liked that, didn’t she? Pussy tightening around my cock in front of your boyfriend? Pathetic.” 

It was shameless, but it was light work compared to what Macklin offered the man after his words sat with him. “You want to taste it, Smitty?” Will’s eyes were wide in confusion but his hips stuttered, “Fuck yes, how?” 

Macklin didn’t verbally answer Will’s question. But instead, he connected his mouth with yours. He pushed his tongue into your mouth sloppy enough for Will to hear, his tongue swirling around yours the same way you did to his cock earlier, your shared taste entering his mouth as he sucked your tongue into his mouth.

It was filthy. Your spit was collecting on his chin as it moved against yours – the mess transferring onto his now damp skin. Loud smacks mixed with muffled moans replaced the noises your mouth was making earlier, Macklin practically eating your lips as he took everything you had to offer – but it wasn’t his offer to accept.

Macklin pulled back after a few minutes, his eyes low as he stared at your swollen lips. “So pretty,” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear before he leaned forward again. But instead of kissing you, he stuck out his tongue instead, his nose ghosting yours as he licked a swipe across your lips. 

“Ready to taste her, baby?” Will didn’t have time to process what Macklin had asked – or called him, before Macklin’s lips were on his.

Will’s body responded before his mind did – his lips following the rhythm that Macklin had set. The kiss lasted at most twenty seconds before Macklin pulled away with a proud grin, the strings of spit strung between their mouths and mirroring the ones that once hung from his cock. 

“Open your mouth.” Will’s eyes were heavily hooded with excitement when he opened his mouth without hesitation, his tongue slightly poking out when Macklin’s fingers wrapped around his throat. 

Macklin gathered the spit in his mouth before dropping it into Will’s – an audible sound leaving Will’s throat while his eyes fluttered closed. Macklin’s fingers moved higher up his throat before he forced his jaw to close, “It’s sweet, hm?” 

He used his own hand to nod the boy's head in agreement, a satisfied hum leaving his lips as he felt the boy greedily swallow beneath his hand. “Her pussy tastes even better.” Will’s eyes snapped open again when he was forced out of you and onto his knees, his eyes levelled with your gushing cunt. 

Will tilted his head up to look at Macklin once and at the younger boy's nod of approval he looked back down towards your clenching cunt. “Don't keep my baby waiting, Will.” 

He’s frozen, stuck in thought with his phone in his hand as his gaze drifts to the bed across from him, to the boy beneath the covers. Macklin none-the-wiser to what is currently playing out on the blond boy’s phone. 

It’s like this every time. He meets, sees, a girl and he comes in hot and heavy, ready to make his move. He’s got game, got charisma, so it’s not necessarily him that’s the problem, but everything that he brings with him.

Each and every time, without fail, he gets insufferably close to seeing it through. They get past the initial brunt of his career - the long days, constant games, and frequent road trips over long distances. But then they see the relationship, the closeness between Will and Mack, and the girl inevitably surrenders, almost as if she takes one look at them and goes hm, better not.

At this rate, he’s cycling through his roster faster than the flavors at Baskin Robbins.

So here he is again, after weeks of what he would call the long game. Likes on Instagram stories, classic cat and mouse. All it takes is a comment left on your most recent photodump, a simple ‘🔥’, and it all boils to a head. 

His phone vibrates. New notification.

Instagram [_willsmith2] yourusername so, whats it take to get a guy like u out to my san fran show this thursday?🥸

He has to do a double take, heat crawling up his neck as he swallows dryly. 

He wants to, knows they’ll be long back from their roadie and that he could make that drive easily. But he doesn’t want to get his hopes up, knows this is just about as far as it gets before the girl on the other side of the screen calls it quits, or drops him without another word.

But his thumbs begin to move before he can even think it through.

sorry, but im afraid im a bit of a package deal

He hits send before he can even consider overthinking. A click of a button and he’s at the point of no return. 

Ask him about it and even now he’s not sure if it was a weak attempt at avoidance, shameful vulnerability, or a sick attempt at flirting. Maybe a mix of the three.

He assumes he’ll be left on read, as he usually is, but the immediate vibration of his phone quells his worries before he can even brace for impact.

He reads the notification, then again, and maybe three times over before he acts.

so, say a second ticket gets left at will-call…😶

The smile cracks before he can fully process what’s happening, speaking out into the hotel room before he can turn back.

“Hey, what are you doing this Thursday?”

⋆ ★

The show is phenomenal. Electrifying, even. 

To their surprise, you were more than generous with the tickets left for them, seating them in the VIP box with backstage passes so you can see them after the show, but it doesn’t end there.

There’s no room for anxiety or reservation when they patiently wait in the greenroom they’ve been led to by security, you waltzing in still in your stage outfit and greeting them each with a hug. 

It starts with small talk, mostly you making sure they’ve enjoyed themselves, before you throw them a simple offer. 

I’m ready to get the hell out of here. I’ve got a hotel just down the road, if you wanna keep these good vibes going.

A look between the two men is all it takes before they’re piling back into Will’s SUV, punching the address you’ve so graciously given them into his GPS.

One thing comes after another and the three of you are in your suite, crammed onto your king sized bed, a few seltzers deep into the case one of your team members had left in your room upon request for your impromptu afterparty of sorts. 

The three of you are sprawled out, Will increasingly more giggly as he gets more inebriated, Mack becoming more lax and flushed. 

A bit awkward in the beginning as most small talk is, the conversation flows easily as the drinks start pouring, music playing softly off of a JBL while you dish out some stories of nights too far gone and shamefully bad hookups, in true slumber party style.

Macklin finishes telling a story of a failed one night stand from his first outing after his draft, after becoming well acquainted with a very public trashcan outside the bar, when you sit back up with a glint in your eyes.

“So,” you start, biting your lip to fight back a grin, “have you two ever…”

You trail off, loosely gesturing between the two guys. Will is almost stunned, not at all expecting the direction this has taken, before clearing his throat.

“No, uh. Not like-”

Mack cuts him off with a seemingly involuntary laugh, somewhat incredulous. You start giggling.

“No, no lying!” you exclaim, lightly shoving his shoulder with a giggle. Will flushes, rubbing the back of his neck lightly before he speaks again.

“I mean, like. We’ve gotten off, together. Before,” he says, a piss poor attempt at a casual air as if the red blush consuming his complexion isn’t snitching on him.

You smack a palm over your mouth, drunk and not at all expecting that response, staving off a giggle whether it be out of humor or disbelief of the situation.

Will tries to backpeddle, to deflect, “I mean, it was just a couple times.”

Again, Mack snorts.

“Just a couple, right.”

⋆ ★

It starts one night in a hotel room.

The game has long been over, showers taken and clothes changed, each retiring to their separate beds.

Mack will not, for the life of him, stop tossing and turning.

“Dude, can you quit it?”

Across the room, in a tone Will hasn’t heard before, near pathetic, Mack murmurs out a single word.

“Can’t.”

A few more minutes pass and the restlessness doesn’t get any better, and Will flips himself over aggressively before flicking on the light.

“What is your-”

He stops. 

He looks at Mack, face flushed like he’s just been caught doing something he shouldn’t. One glance downward and Will realizes exactly what the problem is.

The boy is rock fucking hard.

Mack stutters out bashfully, “I didn’t, it just-”

Will cuts him off with the clearing of his throat, only just realizing he’s been staring and forcing himself to look back at the boy’s face.

“No, yeah,” he says, feigning casualty, “I mean… you can. If you want.”

And there it is.

Mack holds his gaze, almost as if he’s waiting for him to burst into laughter before going ‘kidding, you fucking freak’.

But it doesn’t come.

So, his hand drifts below his waistband, taking his length into his hand below the safety provided by the hotel comforter.

He’s not able to take his gaze away from Will’s while he works himself through it, and doesn’t say anything when he sees movement from the other bed that almost perfectly mirrors his own.

They don’t make any noise, really, save for their heavy, labored breaths, afraid to disrupt whatever the hell is happening. 

Mack finishes first, Will tipping over the edge shortly after, and neither makes much of a spectacle beyond fluttering lashes, the involuntary shifting of their brows and parting of their lips.

Will gets up, and Mack briefly fears that he ruined something good before he returns with two wet hand towels, each cleaning themself off before tossing the rags into the shared space between their beds.

Will flicks the light off with an inconspicuous ‘goodnight’, and that’s that.

⋆ ★

Will thinks briefly about that initial night and every night after the fact, after it became an informally established routine.

They would come back to their hotel after an away game, decompress in all of the usual ways, laying down before one of them broke the silence with a simple “do you mind if I…”

His thoughts are disrupted by your laugh, and he can’t help but feel a little bit embarrassed. Ashamed, maybe.

“No, sorry, that’s hot as fuck.”

They both look at you, nonreactive with their expressions yet blushing.

“Sorry that I’m like, interrupting,” you continue with a giggle.

There’s a brief but loaded pause before Will speaks again.

“You’re not,” he whispers out, soft but loud enough for both you and Macklin to hear, the tension running up on him, familiar and charged.

You turn and meet his gaze, “yeah?”

He doesn’t say anything, but he holds your sight, the glint in your eyes now reflected in his own.

You wordlessly bring a hand up and cradle the side of his face, fingers sliding into the hairs around his ear, gently testing the waters.

He leans into it.

You lean closer, your eyes looking deeply into his as your nose brushes against his, lips a teasing distance apart before he closes the gap.

Mack is still to your side, taken to awkwardly fiddling with the tab atop his can, but unable to look away.

You pull back, looking back into Will’s eyes while a strand of spit hangs between your lips, and then you move.

Slowly, you shift back, turning to look at Mack with that same heavy gaze. 

Even with that nagging sense that he’s intruding, he can’t fight back the sheer neediness that he feels. Knows that you can see it in his eyes, feels like he’s a child being teased with candy.

But, he flicks his eyes to Will’s beyond your shoulder, and he can see the encouragement, the urgency in his, and he doesn’t need the small, barely there nod to know that he wants this too.

He tries to rush into it, but you force him to fall into step with you, to slow it down to your pace. What’s the rush?

He’s so lost in it that he almost forgets that this isn’t a tango for two, that his best friend is right there, and he lets out a little moan when he hears it. 

Feels it. 

Will, pressed right up against you, lips latched to your neck and sucking marks into your throat. The curls of his blond hair grazing right against his own jawbone.

You tilt your head back, Mack needing no instruction to follow right into Will’s footsteps, attaching himself to the opposite side of your neck, just as a best friend would.

Neither boy notices when you lean back, too lost in the pleasure of all this touch, each too focused on the suffocating thoughts of more, more, more to realize their tongues are practically fucking into each other’s throats. 

They only snap out of their own haze when you let out the faintest moan, squirming with anticipated pleasure from below them as they recognize their own arousal.

It’s a brief pause with a shared look before clothes get pulled off, warm flesh every way any one of you turns.

It’s a blur, the fuzziness of the alcohol enhancing their senses, hands roaming bodies with ease and carelessness.

It’s not long before you’re sandwiched between the two men - Will’s back against the headboard, you held against him, back to his chest while Macklin fucks into you with all cautions thrown to the wind.

Hot, desperate breaths shared between mouths while Mack pants, borderline drools into the divot between your neck and collarbone. 

Your head dropped back onto Will’s shoulder, strength decimated by pleasure, and Mack is still the biggest mess.

“Can’t,” he whines out, “‘m gonna-”

Will shushes him, and Mack takes that as permission. His head lulls to the side as your back arches into his release, Will’s forearm draped across your shoulders while his free hand rests along the side of your head, holding you in place while Mack’s arms are carelessly wrapped around the both of you in some semblance of an embrace.

You’re too consumed by pleasure to realize what’s happening when Will’s free hand drifts from your head to the space between your bodies, palm gently pushing against Mack’s lower tummy, just above the coarse hair on his groin.

He pulls out with a whine before two longer fingers plunge inside of you, making quick work of bringing you to your release.

The squirming of your body over his cock is enough to have Will reeling. Compounded by the added pressure of Mack’s body sandwiching yours, it’s not long before you feel his release against your lower back, sending you into your own. 

The noises are obscene. The wetness as Will fingers you, amplified by Mack’s previous orgasm leaking out of you. Whines coming from him as he sucks on a patch of skin just below your jaw, rutting against someone’s thigh despite the shock of overstimulation.

And then it’s silence. Labored breath.

The three of you collapse into a pile, laying quietly through the comedown as you catch your breaths. Nothing but inhales and exhales and the music still silently playing from some part of the room, moving only once so you can use the bathroom before you return and you all pass out in a heap of warm, exhausted bodies.

⋆ ★

The state of the room upon waking is absurd, but nobody shows any immediate desire to address it.

You’d maybe expect it to be awkward, but that wasn’t the case. 

There, on the same mattress as the night before, the three of you lay silently. Bodies still pressed together, stickiness from being too blissed out to clean up properly. Too pleased to feel any shame. 

Will is the first to break the silence, because of course he is.

“We’ve got practice in a couple hours,” he mumbles out, pressed against your side with his head laid on your shoulder.

You look to Mack, sleep ridden with no apparent intention to respond, so you fill the silence.

“Right,” you sigh out, stretching your arms before sitting up at last.

The three of you tidy up as best as you can, focusing on the embarrassing parts that you wouldn’t want relayed back to a manager or team member.

It’s not an awkward or painful process, each of you working in an industry that you know stops for nobody, knowing the refusal to linger in it is necessary for the sake of the places you need to be.

Still, you stall in the doorway briefly when they leave, pulling them into a tight three-way embrace, your chest pressed against Will’s while Macklin wraps his arms around the both of you from behind you.

Now an all too familiar position.

You wish them a good practice, and they tell you to stay safe on the road to your next tour date.

Walking down the hall with Mack, Will has already reconciled with the fact that last night is all this will turn out to be, because that’s how it always is. 

Before he can even reach the elevator, however, two simultaneous vibrations redirect that train of thought. New notification.

Instagram yourusername, _willsmith2, mackcelebrini +1 (123) 456-7890. when im back home in la. dinner us 3? 🫣

Will looks at Mack, and Mack looks at him, and they both fail to fight back their bashful grins.

﹌﹌﹌

"Popcorn?" Macklin asks, holding out the bowl with that easy smile of his that always makes you feel comfortable around him.

"Thanks," you say, taking a handful. The three of you settle into comfortable silence as the movie starts, occasionally sharing quiet laughs at the funny parts.

About twenty minutes in, you feel Will's hand on your thigh, rubbing gently through your shorts. It starts innocently enough but then his fingers begin to inch higher, tracing patterns on your skin that make your breath catch.

You tense slightly, glancing at Macklin who seems completely absorbed in the movie. "Will," you whisper, "Mack's right there."

"Shhh," Will murmurs in your ear, his fingers now pressing against the heat between your legs. "Keep your legs open for me. If you stay quiet, he won't notice a thing."

Your heart races as you glance at Macklin again. He's still focused on the screen, at least it seems like that. Against your better judgment, you relax your legs slightly, allowing Will better access.

Will's fingers tease you through the thin fabric of your shorts, rubbing circles that make you squirm. "That's my good girl," he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Already so wet for me."

You bite your lip to stifle a moan, shifting uncomfortably as pleasure builds. Will's touch becomes more insistent, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your shorts to find you completely bare beneath.

"No panties?" he chuckles softly. "Naughty girl. Were you hoping something like this would happen?"

You can only shake your head, your eyes fluttering close as he begins to stroke you directly. His other hand comes up to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple through your shirt.

"Look at you, getting so worked up right next to my best friend," Will whispers, his voice thick with desire. "If he only knew what a dirty girl you are."

Unbeknownst to you, Macklin isn't as oblivious as he appears. From the corner of his eye, he's been watching everything. He shifts uncomfortably, his hand moving to palm himself through his jeans as he takes in the sight of you writhing subtly under Will's touch.

Will's fingers become more demanding, rubbing your clit with expert precision that has you fighting not to cry out. "You're close already, aren't you?" he murmurs. "Such a responsive little thing."

Your hips begin to move involuntarily, seeking more friction. Will chuckles again, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "Eager now, are we? Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

Just as you're about to tip over the edge, Will whispers something that makes your blood run cold. "Seems like we have an audience, baby."

Your eyes fly open and dart to Macklin, who is indeed watching you intently, his hand still rubbing the bulge in his pants. Embarrassment floods you and you try to push Will's hand away, but he grips your wrist firmly.

"No," he says, his fingers still working you. "Look at him. Look how desperate he is for you. He's been touching himself to the view of you this whole time."

Your eyes meet Macklin's and you see the raw need in them. He looks completely wrecked, his cheeks flushed and his breathing ragged.

"Be a good girl and help him out," Will commands softly. "He needs you so badly."

Hesitantly, you shift on the couch, turning toward Macklin. Will's fingers never stop their ministrations, keeping you on edge as you reach for Macklin's zipper.

"Please," Macklin whimpers, his voice hoarse with need. "You're so beautiful like this. Need you so bad."

You free his erection, taking him in your hand before leaning down to take him in your mouth. Macklin lets out a choked moan, his hands immediately tangling in your hair as you begin to move.

"Fuck," he whines, his hips thrusting upward erratically. "Your mouth feels so good, please don't stop."

You take him deeper, saliva dripping down your chin as you work him with your tongue. Macklin's thighs are trembling beside you, his body shaking with pleasure and need.

"You look so beautiful like this," he babbles, his eyes rolling back. "I've thought about this, oh god, I've thought about your mouth so many times."

Will's fingers speed up, rubbing your clit with renewed vigor as Macklin's desperate praises fill your ears. The sensations are overwhelming and you can feel yourself approaching the edge rapidly.

"That's it, take all of him," Will murmurs in your ear. "Such a good girl, helping him out like this. Look how desperate he is for you."

Macklin's grip tightens in your hair as his breathing becomes more erratic. "I'm close," he gasps. "So close, please, your mouth is so, oh god..."

You increase your efforts, taking him deeper as Will's fingers work you relentlessly. Macklin's hips thrust messily into your mouth, completely losing control as he chases his release.

"Please," he whimpers, tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes. "Please let me come, please...I need it so bad."

With a final cry, Macklin spills into your mouth, his body trembling violently with release. You swallow him down as he collapses against the couch, completely spent.

As Macklin comes down from his high, Will finally lets you fall over the edge as well, his fingers working your clit mercilessly. Your own orgasm crashes over you in waves, your body shaking with pleasure as Will whispers praises in your ear.

The three of you collapse in a heap, the movie long forgotten as you catch your breath in the dim light of the living room. Macklin looks completely blissed out, his eyes half-closed as he watches you with a look of pure adoration.

"Thank you," he whispers, reaching out to stroke your cheek.

“Fine” you agree, “just let me save this”

It’s how you end up in Macklins apartment, brain foggy and fuzzy with alcohol, staring at the two of them on the couch from where you’re standing by the counter, “I’m a much better kisser than you” Will shakes his head, you don’t know how you got to this topic, your head is fuzzy.

“There’s no shot. You’ve kissed like two girls” Macklin retaliates, frustratedly pointing at you, “y/n. You gotta be our deal breaker”

You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed together in sheer confusion, “you’re so drunk right now Mackie”

Will chimes in, “no- no he’s right. Only you can decide who’s the better kisser”

You shake your head. The sudden movement makes your head throb, “that’s stupid as hell. And breaks like soo many workplace rules and regulations”

Macklin bats his lashes, that lazy pleading look he’s used to throwing around. When he clenches his jaw and looks up at the cameras with those big green eyes, “please”

You snort, “you two kiss before I kiss. Then it’s fair” you shrug. You don’t expect them to do it, that’s why you say it. That’s the whole reason you say it, because you think it’ll get them to drop the topic.

Will moves first, lips pressing against Macklins. Mouth opening slightly, letting Macklins tongue gliding against his.

You stare, in sheer, unashamed confusion. In partial arousal you don’t know if you should be aroused by.

Macklin moves into Wills lap, his hands invading his hair, tilting Wills head back to kiss him deeper. It’s passionate, and you can hear it- the sounds. Lips against lips, teeth clacking against teeth. A string of saliva connects them when they part, quiet gasps and grunts as they turn to you in unison.

You move slowly, first reaching for Macklin. Helping him off of Wills lap, letting him settle in front of you; hands reaching for your hips.

It’s slow, painstakingly as he moves in to kiss you, lips still slick from Wills spit. His mouth still parts yours, tilting your head back. His hands move from your hips, to your waist. To your cheeks. You let his tongue explore your mouth, feeling against the plush line of your lips. The ridges of your teeth. Noses bumping against each other as you let him eat your face, only pulling back when your lungs scream and squeal for air. Macklin holds you there, letting air fill your lungs again. Thumbs caressing against your cheeks as you wait for the tingling between your thighs to die down, “what do you think. Out of ten” he breathes, still softly gripping your face.

“Eight”

Macklin smiles to himself, still semi assured that he might do a better job at kissing you than Will. You know this because he sits down confidently. Eyes never leaving Will Smith as he stands.

You step back slightly, letting his hands settle against your body. He tilts your head back. Kissing against your lips, soft at first. Then more, waiting for you to open your mouth before inviting his tongue into your mouth. His hands don’t wander. They just rub small circles into the dips of your hips, your jaw moves in sync with his.

He pulls away first, blue eyes staring down into yours. Watching you catch your breath, “what do you rate that?” Mack asks, hands joined together.

You shrug, “an eight”

Macklin groans, “what? No. There’s no tie in this” he complains.

You still shrug, “it was a good kiss, from both of you- you’re both good kissers.” You comment, “does that work?”

it was just another night at the shared apartment between will and macklin, you were there, cuddled into the corner of the couch with a large blanket wrapped around you that mack threw at you before he sat down— like he knew in five more minutes you would start complaining. they were playing some game, you didn’t know what it was or care to figure it out, you occasionally looked up when one of them would groan loudly or push against each other, but focused on your phone.

will would occasionally blindly reach beside him and rub your leg, letting you know he still knows you’re there even though he was so focused on what was going on the tv.

mack would glance over every time he caught will’s arm moving out of the corner of his eye, jaw clenching when will’s arm stayed in his spot— mack hated the feeling deep in him.

he knew what it was. he would just never admit it.

“i’m gonna get something from the kitchen, y’all want anything?” you asked softly, careful to not distract them too much. smiling when you noticed their focused faces, will shook his head without saying anything, squeezing the skin on the back of your thigh as you stood up.

looking towards mack, he was already looking up at you. well he was really trying to focus on keeping his eyes on your face— not your boobs! “uh, uhm…” mack stumbled on his words, cheeks immediately burning up and he hoped the blotches of skin that always reddened weren’t giving him away.

“no, thanks.”

it was short, too short for you or will not too notice. you smiled tightly and nodded, will watched you leave, so did mack, he watched you disappear into the kitchen and he licked his lips.

both of them too distracted, the tv flashed red signaling they lost. will groaned, “dude.”

mack snapped his head towards the tv, he rubbed his cheeks feeling the heat. “damn.” he said but it was obvious he didn’t care that much, will didn’t notice, just put the controller down onto the table.

“whatever, we suck anyways.”

mack laughed, it was fake but will didn’t notice again, just pressed his hands against the couch and stood up, following your footsteps into the kitchen. and when he finally disappeared into the kitchen, although mack could still see him, he watched as will came from behind you and squeezed your shoulder. mack snapped his head away with a deep exhale.

he was so fucked.

mack tried to push it down, ignore it and it would go away. but he’d been telling himself that since will brought you over for the first time. and the many months of you hanging out with them, usually mack hated being around couples— the way they made him feel so single and unwanted, like he was interrupting their time.

you never did, neither did will. the two of you always involved him, never doing too much pda around him (even though he’s seen enough without meaning to!) he liked being around will as much as he liked being around you.

his heart skipped a beat at that.

he swiped his sweaty hands against his sweatpants, taking a deep breath, looking around the living room. it was simply decorated, some pictures scattered around the walls and desks but neither will or mack cared to decorate. it was you who changed their mind, saying how you hated it made you feel like you were in a hotel and not a home.

mack and will definitely knew why, when they went to your apartment one night— decorated all over. they felt like they were at a home, and when they went home that night they definitely felt the hotel vibes.

mack’s eyes caught on a picture of the three of you, cat had taken it, off guard like she always did. when she sent it to you with a wink emoji, you immediately got it two printed out, one for your house and one for theirs. you were sitting in between will’s legs as he attempted to braid your hair, mack pressed up against will’s side since everyone on the team was trying to fit on the couch for some reason. mack was staring at will’s hands working through your hair, will had a concentrated look on his face and you were smiling at something colin was saying.

he bit his inner lip as you and will walked back into the room, “wanna watch something?” will asked casually, obviously not noticing macklin’s crisis, and it got worse when you plopped down onto the couch beside him and will beside you.

your thigh pressed up against his as will dropped his head in your lap, mack watched as will tucked the blanket under your thighs and wrapped one around himself and your hands found a place in his messy hair, mack clenched his fists in his lap,

“put something on, yeah?” you asked him softly as you opened the bag of popcorn, will blindly reached above his head and took a handful. mack reached for the controller, scrolling on the tv until he found a movie— will stopped him at one point and told him to put that one on.

at some point throughout the movie, mack was attempting to adjust himself to be comfortable, will was sound asleep in your lap. mack turned to the side, head knocking against your shoulder— he froze but you didn’t notice, well he thought you didn’t. but you did, you noticed the way his entire body went tense and his hands flexed beside your thigh.

“you can put your head on my shoulder, mack.”

your voice was soft, careful not to interrupt the moment. mack looked at you, meeting your soft eyes, his were wide and scared. you couldn’t comprehend why he was scared.

but he was scared the moment he rested his head against your skin, everything would change.

and it did.

he dropped it onto your shoulder just as will pressed his head deeper into the plush of your thighs, arms stretching above his head, he was trying to hold your legs but his arms stretched longer and wrapped around mack’s.

but instead of freaking out, like he thought he would. mack snuggled closer into your side with a content sigh. letting the moment happen and hope it would always stay like this.

will’s rhythm makes the mattress squeal, his hips a piston-sharp blur as he fucks you down into the sheets, one huge hand clamped around your wrists over your head, the other splayed low on your stomach to feel every pulse as his cock rams deep.

he’s all blond curls and sweat-slicked muscle hovering above you, blue eyes razor-focused on the way your body arches for him, sharp jaw set as he grunts, “take it.” you’re soaked, stretched to your limit around him, and every thrust drags a high, glossy moan from your throat, head tossing side to side because will fills you in a way that eats your breath.

macklin kneels at the foot of the bed, mesmerized, pupils blown and cheeks blotchy pink, hands squeezed between his thighs like he doesn’t know what to do with them. his mouth hangs open, caught between worship and envy, and he keeps making these tiny, keening sounds every time will drives in, watching that thick length disappear inside you on every stroke.

“will,” he whispers, voice wobbling. “will, look at me?” he leans forward, seeking attention, but will doesn’t spare him a glance, too consumed with the way your nails dig into the sheets, the way your walls clutch him. “fuck, she’s perfect,” will groans, pounding harder, and you cry out, “ohh yes—god, yes,” your body jolting with every slap of his hips.

mack whimpers louder, crawling up closer so he can see from a new angle, eyes wide as he watches will’s cock glisten when he pulls out, thick veins dragging against your drenched entrance before plunging back into heat. he presses a palm to his own lips to stifle a sob, because every sound you make goes straight to his guts, every thrust that leaves you gasping stokes a new kind of hunger in him.

“please,” he mumbles, desperate. “will, i miss you, i need you.” the plea tumbles out on a sob, but will just grins down at you, curls sticking to his forehead, and keeps railing you, the wet smack of bodies echoing off the walls.

“focus, mack,” will orders without looking back, voice low and commanding. “watch how she takes me. that’s the lesson tonight.” his thumb circles your clit, and your spine bows, a guttural moan ripping free as you clamp around him. he swears in satisfaction, chasing that squeeze with thrusts so deep you feel him in your throat.

mack sways where he kneels, transfixed, one hand sliding down to palm his own cock through his sweatpants, rubbing helplessly as he whimpers, “she looks so full,” awe and longing braided in his tone. “i wanna feel that. i wanna be stuffed like that.” his fingers keep playing with himself despite the command, hips rocking forward as he imagines the stretch, the burn.

will finally flicks a sharp glance over his shoulder, blue eyes slicing through mack like a knife. “you?” he scoffs, thrusting harder just to hear you sob. “my cock would wreck you, baby. you’d cry.” the words make mack’s breath hitch, half terrified, half starving.

“maybe i want that,” he confesses in a tiny voice, staring at the slick stretch of your lips around will’s thickness. “maybe i wanna cry like that.”

you’re too far gone to process their exchange, pleasure washing through you in relentless waves as will’s thumb grinds your clit with lethal precision. “more, will, please,” you choke out, desperate for him to split you wider, to bruise you from the inside. he obliges with a deep, punishing snap of his hips, and the bed shudders, headboard thudding the wall.

“see?” he says to macklin, never slacking his pace. “she can barely hold it, and she’s my best girl. you’d never survive.” he drags you down the mattress by your wrists, hitting a new angle that makes you scream, tears spilling from your eyes, and you feel yourself unravel, climax cresting fast. “yes,” will snarls, “cum, baby.” his hand clamps your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “show him how it looks.” you shatter on command, a messy, ripping orgasm that arches your back off the mattress, sobs breaking from your throat while he fucks you through it, relentless.

mack’s own whimpering crescendos into a breathless chant, “please, please, please,” as your orgasm splashes in his brain like gasoline on a fire. he rocks on his heels, sweatpants tented, eyes glazed. “i need you, will,” he cries, undone. “i’ve been good, i’ve been waiting, please touch me.”

will grunts, chasing his own release now, cock pistoning with savage force. the sight of macklin, shaking and ignored, only fuels him. “hands off,” he orders, voice rough. “i’m busy.”

mack whines, fingers fisting in the sheets near your ankles, denied any relief. “but you left me for so long,” he sniffles, tears welling again. “i’m watching, like you said, i’m being good, but it hurts, will, i’m empty.”

“stay empty,” will growls, and slams into you hard enough to punch a sob out of your lungs. you claw at his shoulders, chanting his name as he finally lets go, hips jerking through his climax. he spills hot inside you, thick spurts flooding deep while he curses under his breath, and your walls clamp, milking everything he gives with greedy pulses that make his eyes go nearly feral. he rides it out, thrusting lazily even as sensitivity bites, because he knows macklin is watching every twitch, every shudder, and that cruel satisfaction warms the center of his chest.

macklin is shaking like a leaf, cock straining, eyes locked on the pearly drips leaking around will’s retreating length as he pulls out. “oh god,” mack whispers, voice hoarse from whining. “look at her, she’s overflowing.” he reaches out, hesitant, to touch the slick mess on your swollen lips, but will grabs his wrist midair. “no touching,” he says sharply, and mack whimpers, nearly sobbing.

“i wanna feel it,” he pleads. “just a little, let me have some, i need it so bad.”

will wipes his own cum off your thigh with two fingers, then holds them to mack’s mouth. “you want to taste? earn it.” macklin nods frantically and sucks them clean, moaning at the flavor, hips jerking as he swallows obediently.

will smirks, satisfied. “good boy. but you stay empty tonight.” he taps mack’s cheek, and the younger boy leans into it, whimpering. “maybe next time i’ll find something to fill you with. something smaller.”

mack’s eyes light up, hopeful, even as frustration fogs his gaze. “really?” he gasps, clinging to the promise.