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Macklin's POV
The rumors about Will Smith from BC had been in my head all day. I was going to that party. I had to. My pussy was already slick and aching just thinking about what he'd do to me. It was wet enough that I could feel it dampening my underwear while I tried to get dressed. I couldn't stop wondering what really happens to omegas who let him get his hands on them, but my horny thoughts were cut off when my phone went off. It was texts from Connor.
Connor: good luck getting Will to fuck you tonight ;)
Mack: don’t need luck!
Connor: someone’s confident
Mack: he’ll fold for me. easy
Connor: well text me how the party goes
Mack: why don’t you just come with me??
Connor: can’t, Fraser’s here and he hates parties. we’re staying in
Mack: ugh you’re so lame
Connor: have fun getting railed by a BC alpha!
Mack: Planning on it ;)
I chuckled, put my phone away, and headed out of my dorm toward the Uber that was already waiting downstairs. The sooner I got to the BC party, the better.
When I finally got to the party it was packed. People were all over the front lawn and the music was loud even from outside. I made my way through the crowd. A few people recognized me.
"Celebrini!"
"No shot Celly is here!"
I smiled and chuckled to myself. I didn't always like the attention, but thankfully it died down quick. I headed into the kitchen but froze when I saw Will. Holy fuck, he looked so good with his backwards hat and tight shirt. I blinked. Then I noticed he was talking with Ryan and Gabe. They were deep in conversation. I grabbed a red solo cup and started pouring myself a drink.
"And the BU brat shows up," Ryan said.
I chuckled and brought my cup to my mouth. "Wow, so I'm a brat now because you can't handle being ragebaited?"
Ryan rolled his eyes. I saw Will laughing a bit. Ryan glared and walked away. Gabe followed him. Will looked at me and smirked. He brought his own drink up to his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "Mack you don't usually come to parties alone"
I shook my head briefly. "Connor couldn't make it. Thought I should still go and have fun or something." I added a small smirk at the end.
Will smirked back. "Yeah? What's the 'or something'?"
I shrugged. "Hmm, I don't know. Maybe a hook up or whatever."
Will nodded. "With anyone in mind or?"
I laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "I don't know. The night is still young. See you around, Smith." I winked and walked away. My heart was beating almost out of my chest. I really hoped tonight I would get what I'd been dreaming of.
I walked around the party, getting a little more drunk than normal. Liquid courage is a thing and maybe I needed it. I was talking with a nice couple when I excused myself. I went back into the kitchen and literally ran into Will. He was laughing at something and knocked half of his drink onto me. His eyes widened.
"Shit, sorry Mack. I can give you a shirt to borrow. Follow me."
He took my hand without me even agreeing. I noticed Ryan glaring at us, but I just laughed and shook my head. Will was already rushing upstairs. I followed him into a room at the end of the hall. He opened the door. The room was actually clean, with some hockey posters and a BC hoodie on his desk. Will turned the light on. I shut the door and sat on his bed, leaning back as he rummaged through his dresser. He pulled out a shirt. Then he saw me on his bed. I saw him tracking my position, the way I was leaning back on my elbows, legs slightly apart without even thinking about it. His scent spiked, sharp and heavy, and my pussy clenched hard in response.
I stood up and reached for the shirt, but he yanked it back. His free hand came up and rested heavy on my hip, thumb stroking once over the waistband of my jeans like he was waiting.
"I'm only going to ask this once," he said, voice low and rough. "Do you want this?"
My stomach flipped so hard I felt it between my legs. A fresh wave of slick rushed out of me, hot and fast, soaking through my underwear completely. I could feel it already starting to drip down my inner thigh in a slow, sticky line. My brain went fuzzy at the edges and all I could focus on was how badly I wanted it anyway.
I nodded, quick and desperate, but Will didn’t move. His hand stayed heavy on my hip.
"Words, omega," he said.
My face burned but my cunt clenched again. "Yes. I want this. Please, Will"
He didn’t let me finish. He fisted the front of my shirt and yanked me forward hard, mouth crashing into mine, rough and hot and claiming. The small metal ball of his tongue piercing dragged over my tongue and I moaned into it, chasing the feeling without thinking, sucking lightly on the stud. Will groaned low against my lips, the sound vibrating through both of us.
He pulled back just enough to speak against my mouth, voice wrecked. "Good omega."
Then he shoved me back onto the bed. I landed on my elbows as he climbed over me, knee forcing my legs apart. His hands went straight to my jeans. He popped the button and dragged the zipper down in one rough motion. Then he hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked both my jeans and underwear down my thighs in one go. Cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.
Will stared down at me. His voice came out low and rough.
"Look at that. Already dripping all over my bed and I haven't even touched you yet."
I was breathing hard. Slick kept leaking out of me, slow and steady, making everything between my legs shiny and wet. Will dragged two fingers through it, slow and deliberate, then pushed them inside me without warning. I gasped and arched off the bed. He curled them right away, finding that spot that made my vision blur.
"Fuck, Will..."
"That's it," he murmured. He pumped his fingers a few times, watching my face. "You came here for this, didn't you? Showed up like a good little slut."
I should have been embarrassed. Instead I just spread my legs wider and pushed down onto his fingers. "Yes. Wanted it. Wanted you."
Will pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean, tongue piercing flashing for a second, then smirked. "You taste even better than I thought."
Before I could answer he grabbed my thighs and shoved them apart wider. He dropped down between my legs and licked a long, slow stripe up my pussy. The metal ball dragged right over my clit and I cried out, hips jerking hard. Will held me down with one strong hand on my hip and did it again, slower this time. The stud circled my clit in lazy, wet circles before flicking up against it sharply. He pressed the whole piercing flat against my swollen clit and sucked, the smooth metal sending sparks straight through me.
My hands flew to his hair. I couldn't stop the sounds tearing out of my throat. Slick kept gushing out of me, messy and constant. It coated his chin and lips and he just groaned like he loved how wet I was getting for him. He licked lower and pushed his tongue inside me, the piercing dragging along my inner walls as he fucked me with it, slow and deep. I felt every ridge of the barbell. My thighs started shaking around his head. He pulled back just enough to drag the stud up through my folds again, flicking it over my clit in quick little motions that made my vision go white at the edges.
I was panting. My hips kept trying to roll up against his mouth but his hand stayed firm on my stomach, pinning me down. He focused right on my clit again. The piercing circled it, flicked it, then he sucked the whole bundle of nerves into his mouth and hummed. The vibration plus the hard metal made me sob.
Slick poured out of me. I could hear how wet I was every time he licked. Will was messy with it. His chin was shiny and he kept making these low, hungry sounds like he couldn't get enough.
"Look at you," he rasped. "Dripping all over my tongue. You gonna come like this? Just from my piercing on your clit?"
I nodded frantically, almost crying. "Please. Don't stop. Please, Will..."
He smirked and dropped back down. This time he didn't tease. He sealed his mouth over my clit and worked the piercing against it in fast, relentless little flicks. The metal ball kept catching on the sensitive spot over and over. My whole body locked up. My hands tightened in his hair and I came hard, thighs clamping around his head as slick flooded out of me in messy pulses. Will groaned and licked me through it, the piercing still dragging over my oversensitive clit until I was shaking and whimpering.
He only pulled back when I started trying to push his head away, too sensitive. He looked up at me with dark eyes and a shiny mouth.
"Fuck" he murmured, voice rough Will stayed between my legs for a second, breathing hard, eyes still dark as he looked at me with my jeans still shoved down around my thighs, pussy shiny and twitching, chest heaving. He pushed up onto his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Not done with you,” he said, voice low and rough.
He popped the button on his own jeans and shoved them down just far enough to free his cock. It was thick, flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. My stomach flipped at the sight and another hot gush of slick leaked out of me onto the bed.
Will climbed back over me, one hand braced by my head. He dragged two fingers through my folds again, slow and deliberate, and pushed them inside. I was so wet and open from a few minutes ago that they slid in easy. “Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “Still dripping. Made such a mess on my tongue and you’re still somehow this fucking wet for me.”
I whined, hips rolling down onto his fingers without thinking. “Will, please!”
“Yeah?” He pulled his fingers out and wrapped them around his cock instead, stroking once through the mess. He rubbed the head through my folds, teasing my entrance, smearing slick all over himself. “This the cock you want?"
I nodded fast, almost frantic. “Yes, fuck, yes. Want it”
He didn’t make me beg again. He lined up and pushed in slow at first, just the thick head stretching me, then sank the rest of the way in one steady thrust. The stretch punched the air out of my lungs. He was big, and I was still sensitive from the orgasm, but my body opened for him anyway, slick making everything easy and messy.
Will bottomed out and stayed there for a second, buried deep, letting me feel every inch. His jaw was tight. “Jesus, Mack…”
Then he started moving.
Deep, hard strokes that made the bed creak under us. Every thrust pushed a wet sound out of me and punched a broken noise out of my throat. He wasn’t gentle. He fucked like he meant it, hips snapping forward, one hand gripping my thigh and holding me open. I could feel how wet I was every time he pulled out and shoved back in. Slick was everywhere, coating his cock, my thighs, the sheets.
I grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging in. “Will, oh my god, fuck!”
He leaned down and kissed me again, messy and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he fucked me. The metal ball of his piercing dragged over my tongue and I moaned into his mouth. Will groaned low and fucked me harder, the new angle making his cock drag right over that spot inside me on every thrust.
“Yeah, taste yourself,” he rasped against my lips between kisses. “That’s what good sluts do”
I couldn’t even answer properly. I was just nodding, whimpering, pushing back into every thrust like I couldn’t get enough. My second orgasm was already building fast, too fast, because I was still so sensitive. My thighs started shaking again.
Will felt it. He reached down between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb in tight circles while he kept fucking me deep. “Yeah? Gonna come on my cock now? Do it. Let me feel it.”
I came with a broken sob, clenching hard around him, slick flooding out around his cock in messy pulses. My whole body locked up and I dragged my nails down his back. Will fucked me through it, pace getting rougher, until he buried himself deep with a low groan. The thick base of his cock swelled suddenly, catching hard inside me as the knot inflated and locked us together. Hot, heavy pulses flooded deep with every throb of it, each one stretching me wider around the swollen knot while he stayed pressed tight, grinding in small, helpless rolls like he couldn’t get any deeper.
For a second neither of us moved. I was shaking, breathing hard, the thick swell of his knot still locked deep inside me and pulsing with every beat of his heart. Will’s forehead dropped to my shoulder. His breathing was ragged, and the thick, satisfied scent of alpha rolled off him in waves, mixing with my slick and the cum he’d just pumped into me.
He didn’t pull our the knot had us tied tight, and every small shift just made it throb harder, stretching me wider around it. I felt another weak pulse of slick leak out around the base of it, my body still trying to adjust to being so full. Will made a low, rough sound against my neck and rolled his hips in a slow, grinding circle, like he was settling in for the wait.
His mouth found the spot just under my jaw, right over the gland, and he breathed in deep, scenting me like he couldn’t help it. Then his teeth grazed the skin, not quite biting, just pressing there, possessive and hot. I shivered hard, another broken little sound slipping out of me.
“Fuck… you smell like mine right now,” he muttered against my throat, voice hoarse. One of his hands slid under my thigh, hitching it higher so he could stay buried as deep as possible while the knot did its work. His scent was everywhere, thick and warm and satisfied, sinking into my skin with every breath I took.
I couldn’t answer. My brain had gone syrup-slow, floaty and overwhelmed. Every throb of the knot sent little aftershocks through me. I was still twitching around him, body caught between too much and not enough. Will’s free hand stroked slow circles on my stomach, grounding me while we waited it out, his nose still tucked against my gland like he was drunk on the way I smelled.
The music from downstairs was still thumping. People were still yelling and laughing the party was still going like nothing had happened.
But up here the whole room had narrowed down to the heavy press of his knot inside me, the way his scent had gone warm and possessive, and the quiet, shaky sound of our breathing.
It took a few minutes for the knot to start going down. I felt it gradually soften, the stretch easing bit by bit until Will could finally, carefully pull out. The second he slipped free, the mess spilled out of me in a slow, filthy rush, his cum and my slick leaking onto the bed in a way that made him make that same low sound in his throat again.
He looked down between my legs like he liked the sight. Dragged two fingers through it and pushed some of it back inside me, slow and deliberate.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “Look at that.”
I was too wrecked to say anything smart. I just lay there, thighs still trembling, watching him through half-lidded eyes while my body kept fluttering around nothing, missing the knot already.
Will finally sat back on his heels and ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were still dark when they met mine.
“You good?” he asked, voice quieter now.
I nodded, still catching my breath. “Yeah. Really fucking good.”
He smirked a little, but it was softer than before. He reached over and grabbed the shirt he’d dropped earlier, using it to gently wipe between my legs. It was surprisingly careful for someone who’d just fucked me like that, like he was cleaning up something that belonged to him.
Then he flopped down on the bed next to me, one arm thrown over his eyes for a second like he needed to reset. His other hand found my stomach his thumb stroking once like he wasn’t ready to stop touching me yet.
Will turned his head to look at me. “You staying? Or you heading back to BU?”
I blinked at the ceiling, still floaty and fucked-out, and his scent still clinging to my skin. My brain was moving slow.
“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “Haven’t really thought that far.”
Will was quiet for a second. Then he huffed a quiet laugh.
“Fair.”
He didn’t tell me to leave. Didn’t tell me to stay either. Just lay there next to me, both of us catching our breath.
I turned my head to look at him. His hair was messy. There was still a shine on his chin from earlier.
He caught me staring and raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
I shook my head, a small, dazed smile pulling at my mouth. My body still felt loose and used in the best way, the dull ache between my legs a constant reminder of how full he’d had me.
“Nothing. Just… the rumors were kinda right.”
Will’s mouth twitched. He rolled onto his side facing me His eyes were still dark but softer now.
“Yeah?” he said, voice low. “Which part?”
I felt my face heat up again, but I didn’t look away.
“All of it,” I said, voice a little hoarse. “Especially the piercing.”
Will huffed a quiet laugh and leaned in, pressing a lazy kiss to the corner of my mouth. When he pulled back he was still smirking, but it was warmer.
“Damn right they were.”