#will cuylle x reader

[cuteandhughesy]

Put Your Hands On Me | Will Cuylle

summary: you have a crush on your client, and you’re pretty sure he likes you too. just when will thinks you can’t get any better, you decide to do something about the tension between you.

[word count] 4.5k

warnings: NSFW! personal trainer! reader | flirting | kinda oblivious will | suggestive dialogue | kissing | smut | unprotected p in v intercourse | semi-public sex | creampie | this is basically porn…read at your own discretion

a/n: based off this request! I wasn’t familiar with mr. cuylle before getting a few requests for him, but reading this idea inspired me! so, here we are 😌

🎵 cold sweat by tinashe

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will's teammates are always asking him why he does it to himself. their voices, always tinged with confusion and amusement, constantly pestering him about why he doesn't just use the gym at the rink, but instead goes to the one almost 30 minutes farther.

but they know why, even if will doesn't disclose his reasoning. it's because you're there. you who is also known as his personal trainer. will doesn't even need a trainer—the rangers provide well qualified ones at the rink if he actually wanted one. but they don't wear pastel coloured sets and smile all bright at him. will's so down bad for you that he'll mess up sets on purpose just so you'll come over and touch him in correction.

it's awful and embarrassing—especially when his teammates give him little teasing, knowing looks. it makes will feel like he's in trouble when he hasn't even done anything wrong.

he's just...into you. since when has that become a crime?

"arms up, will." your sweet yet firm tone has will blinking, affectively snapping himself out of his daydream. a daydream where he gets to drag you into the locker room and kiss you and rip your bright pink thighs down and—

you touch him, fingers wrapping around his biceps and adjusting him. suddenly, the dumbbell's clutched in his hands become unbearably heavy—and it's simply because you're close enough that he can smell vanilla perfume mixed with your sweat.

which, will didn't ever think sweat smell would turn him on, but here he is. "right sorry," he says between deep inhales of air, helping in assisting your correction by getting into proper form. you nod and mumble some kind of praise as will starts lifting again, taking a step back to give him space.

your eyes zone in on his arms, watching the way his muscles contract and veins pop under the weights. it's truly hard to focus on your job when will is around. you used to be a professional personal trainer, but ever since will cuylle waltzed into the gym—bright eyed and bushy tailed—professionalism went out the window.

so yeah, maybe you push him extra hard so that his sweat soaks his shirt and gives you a nice view at his defined abs. and okay, yeah, you definitely touch him more than you should—look at him more flirtatiously than any other client of yours. but you can't help it.

and the worse part is, you know will likes you. or at least he wants to fuck you—that much is obvious. you catch him staring at your ass and lips more than the weights in the gym, always blushing when you catch him. but like you said, your professionalism has flown out the window, and you fucking like it. you crave it—crave him.

but no matter how much will likes you, you can't get him to crack. you don't know how much more obvious flirting and longing looks it will take for him to see that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

you reach out again. starting at his elbows, you softly trail your fingers along his arm, following the natural line of muscles up his bicep. "you feel that stretch here?" your words are breathy and low, eyes flickering up to meet his.

will visibly swallows, his reps momentarily stilling. a bead of sweat trails off his jawline from his temple, tempting you as it lazily falls down his neck. you want to reach out and let your tongue swipe it away—nipping at the muscles and tendons in his neck until he has no choice but to rip off your clothes.

"I feel…something for sure." he mutters lowly. will fights off a sharp inhale when you squeeze his biceps. your smirk is only making his cock harden, and soon enough he'll be excusing himself for the bathroom in order to tuck his length into his waistband.

will clears his throat, desperate to stop the dirty thoughts from taking over his head and body. he begins moving again, fingers tightening on the bar—cursing himself when he thinks about them tightening in your hair.

"good—I want it to burn."

he almost wants to laugh. "oh it's definitely burning."

you can't tell if he's trying to save himself or if will is genuinely that clueless. you're practically flaunting your tits in his face today—wrapped tightly in a bubblegum pink sports bra that pushes the fleshiest part of your tits to the sky. you're practically spilling out in invitation.

you watch his eyes, ever so subtle, take a glance at your chest—like usual. you're sweating, just enough to make you look glowy, and will thinks he might collapse. he curses, so low that you barley hear it.

just when you think he’s about to break—take you in his arms and kiss you silly—will drops the weights to the ground, so sudden it makes you blink in surprise, the dumbbells echoing off the padded floor.

"you okay?" you question cautiously. a million things are running through your head as will rubs a hand through his messy, dirty blonde hair—messing up his strands even more. it gives him a rugged, sexy look that makes your clit throb pathetically.

have you read this situation wrong? maybe will doesn't like you and you've made him uncomfortable with what you think is obvious advances. or maybe he's hurt—strained a muscle. it has your trainer side kicking in, and you take a quick step forward.

but will takes a step back, like he can't stand too close to you. your heart pulls uncomfortably, and you have to fight back a frown. "no," he laughs breathlessly, looking away from his shoes and into your curious eyes. you look so soft and beautiful and it's only making him feel like shit.

he feels like such a sleeze. eyeing up his personal trainer while she's just trying to do her job. will clear his throat, "well, yes. i'm fine but i'm also not fine. not at all." the word vomit is building, and it doesn't help when you're just standing there—all pretty lips and perfect body—looking at him like you're waiting for him to break.

will continues, "i'm dying here, y/n. I can't focus on working out when you're here." immediately he closes his eyes, exhaling shakily at his own words. he sounds so fucking stupid.

but you? you're not phased by his admission. "why do you pay me?" you question softly, taking another step in his direction.

his brows furrow, "huh?"

"why. do. you. pay. me?" you repeat slower, the tips of your shoes hitting his. if will wasn't feeling hot before, he is now. your tits are practically brushing his sweat soaked shirt, and your scent is the only thing he can smell—not the rubber mats or sanitizer. just you.

you're waiting for his answer patiently—but there's a glimmer in your eyes that makes him think that you know. a heat wave of embarrassment flushed over him, "because you're my trainer." he tells you dumbly.

there's no one else in the gym to witness this moment, and a part of you thinks that's why you're so bold. you're sick of the cat and mouse game between you—it's been months. months upon months of yearning for his lips, and your nipples pinching anytime he gets close to you.

this time it's your brows that pull. "yeah, but why? do you guys not have PTs at the rink?"

he's so busted. will nods, clearing his throat while simultaneously trying to clear his head. will seriously needs to get a grip of himself before you kick him in the balls for being such a sleaze. "no, uh we do," will stutters.

he tries to look away, but you follow his gaze. not giving him the opportunity. "okay, so why don't you use them?" you push.

if you take one step closer you'll be able to feel his painfully hard bulge. will shuffles back, "because I like you more than them." the answer is pathetic, especially considering a minute ago he said he can't focus working out if you're in the same room.

but much to his shock you just smile. it's not a polite smile like you're about to kick him out of the gym, but rather a playful smile full of teasing and secrets. "you like me?” you naturally trail off, adding a jolt to will's heart with the suspense. "or my boobs?"

yeah, will is seriously going to need to move cities after this conversation. and of course you just had to bring up your boobs—the ones that have been staring at him since he showed up an hour ago. like clockwork you watch his panicked riddled eyes flicker down to your chest, and you can't help but smirk as he snaps out of it—finding your gaze once again.

"what? I like you." will stresses. he almost wants to reach out and shake you in reassurance—because above all, he does actually like you. he doesn't just want to hit it and quit it. he's never been that type of guy. but will doesn't touch you, because right now it's definitely not the time to make this situation any worse.

and will is so sure it's about to take a turn for the worse.

"it's okay, will," you shrug, taking your plump bottom lip between your teeth, "I know you check me out. you're not as subtle as you think you are."

he curses, "fuck. i'm sorry."

"you are?"

if will wasn't so ready to lick his wounds and retreat, he would've caught the suggestive tone to your words and the way you've pushed even closer—nipples poking through your sports bra and brushing his chest.

but because he's so fucking embarrassed and ashamed for liking you, will keeps going. "yeah and if you want to like fire me or something-I don't know if that's how it works, but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, y/n. I can go." god, he even starts to step back, disconnecting his phone from the speakers—because you always let him play his music—as if he's getting ready to leave.

you grab his bicep, stopping him before he has a chance to hightail and run. "no, I'm not uncomfortable," you mumble, blinking up at him all slowly and syrupy, making wills body all but tighten.

he swallows, "you're not?" a million emotions flash through him; confusion, curiosity, doubt, excitement, hope, and fucking at the top of everything is arousal because apparently he's a teenage boy.

you shake your head slowly, "I like it."

your quiet admission shoots straight down to his dick. "oh shit," will breathes, "really?"

"mhm hmph," you hum lowly, fingers squeezing around the meat of his bicep. expect this time you're not holding back—you're not masking your touch with professionalism. you're simply just feeling him up.

will watches as your eyes trail over his figure, drinking up every ripple and hard surface below his clothes. his skin pebbles in goosebumps, letting out another shaky breath that draws your attention. "god, you're killing me."

that makes you laugh. not in a way that's condescending or like you actually find his statement funny—but in disbelief. "and you think i'm not dying here? god will—your biceps and the little groans you make and your fucking thighs and your smile." you lick onto your bottom lip, will tracking your tongue with his eyes shamelessly.

"i've been flirting with you for months," you admit quietly.

shock is an understatement in that moment. will thinks he must truly be clueless because he had no fucking idea. "wait, really?"

"yes," you grin.

he groans—feeling embarrassed for a whole new reason. because what do you mean you've been flirting with him while he's been actively trying to behave. the many nights he's been alone in bed, fisting his aching, wet cock alone....when it could've been you doing it instead.

this whole time will could've been kissing you and fucking your sweet pussy in and outside of the semi-private gym—and then taken you out for lunch and coffee afterwards like the gentleman he is.

will can’t even think about that or he’ll begin to spiral—analyzing every single thing you’ve said and interaction shared that should’ve made him realize.

"i'm such an idiot." he huffs. will finally allows himself to touch you, large hand settling at the base of your spine—thick fingers splayed across your dewy skin.

the sight of your grin and the way you lean into him—like you're craving his touch—has will following suit with his own smile pulling at his lips. the same lips you've dreamed about kissing and sucking on your clit.

"yeah," you shrug with a breathy laugh, "but you're cute, so it's okay."

your playful banter is cut short as will leans down, kissing you. you sigh pleasantly as will's mouth holds yours, lips sliding and moving in a sexy, panty dropping pace.

his fingers dip underneath the hem of your leggings—teasing you. you whine into his mouth, pushing higher up on your toes in an attempt to deepen the kiss. wordlessly asking him for more. more kissing, more touching, more everything.

your hands loop around his warm neck while will’s free hand slides down the back of your thigh, hooking at the pit of your knee and affectively bringing your leg up around his hip. the new angle feels almost pornographic, opening you up so that his very obvious bulge can smoothly rubs against your clothed slit.

will takes ahold of your bottom lip between his teeth before he pulls back, both of you panting and wound up. he smirks all sexy with your lip in his mouth before releasing it with a gentle plop.

"I don't think I can continue our session today," he whispers suggestively, gently maneuvering your leg so it’s back onto solid ground. you want to pout at the loss of friction between your legs, but the way will’s fingers dip further down the back of your tights have you faltering.

so close to touching. so close to scandalous—but not quite there yet. not quite touching.

"oh no," you breathe heavily, "why's that?" you ask even though you know damn well why.

will grins—the shy will cuylle you thought you knew is completely gone. disintegrated. now replaced by this sexy, confident will who touches you teasingly and kisses like a porn star. he leans down, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, "my dick is so fucking hard." then he gently kisses your ear and you just about die.

"well maybe I can help you out."

he pulls back to look at you, smirk only growing when he sees the eagerness swimming around your eyes. "oh yeah?"

"yeah." you moan.

will curses again, which makes you grin. he shoots a cautious look over his broad shoulder, but like before, there's nobody else in the gym. it is a semi-private gym, one that will books for two hour sessions twice a week with you. that stemmed from the idea of getting caught with a erection by another gym member.

private lessons it was.

so nobody will be here, at least not for another little bit. he honestly has no idea how much time has passed since he arrived—his concept of time has turned to mush since you starting batting your lashes at him and confessed your purposeful flirting.

will looks back at you, "don't want you to suck my dick though."

"no?" you frown, pussy fluttering at the thought of will’s dick in your mouth.

"no. I wanna fuck you instead."

you jaw drops, and will just grins like a cocky sex god. he takes ahold of your hand, dragging you both towards the change room. the space is open and smells like cleaning supplies, but not even the antiseptic scent can stop the arousal pooling low in your belly.

will guides you into one of the private stalls—one that you'd most likely see at your local high school. a creaky plastic door with a matching seat pushed against one of the white walls. he turns the metal lock, the click echoing in the empty room—and then he's on you again.

this kiss is more intense—quicker and dirtier. your hands are all over one another. neither of you can stay still, it's physically impossible. months upon months of suffering and longing has boiled to the surface, and you move quickly in order to not get burned.

will’s lips trail down your jaw, nipping at your skin and then soothing the sting with his warm tongue. your lips part, breathless and desperate moans flowing from your mouth freely. you've gone limp in his arms, completely surrendering yourself to will.

not that he minds obviously. his grip on you is firm, but not painful as his mouth finds your neck. he sucks and licks at your pulse point until your withering, hips bucking in search of friction.

"you smell so fucking good." will mumbles into your neck before promptly finding your mouth again, continuing the needy kiss. his kiss, although new, feels almost familiar. he’s still there...the sweet will you fell for when he walked into your gym months ago—beneath the surface. that much is evident in the way he’s kissing you now.

you lick onto his bottom lip teasingly. his muscles tense under your palms, breathing increasing as your tongues begin moving together. will's hand comes down to your ass, gripping the flesh firmly and drawing you closer.

"I need to feel you," you say against his spit slick lips.

"I know baby." the nickname turns your legs to jelly, and like he knew you were on the brink of buckling to the ground, will grabs your hips firmly, pushing you further back against the wall—holding you up between his hard chest and the cold plastic behind you.

will helps you strip off your bubblegum coloured tights, and he can only groan at the sight before him. because underneath your irresistible tights, you're completely bare. no underwear in sight, only your pretty pussy, glistening and dripping for him.

"where are your panties?" he questions you lowly, tongue licking up a tendon in your neck slowly, while he simultaneously slips his hand under your sports bra in favour of groping at your tit and pulling your nipple.

everything feels so heightening and overwhelming in the best way. you shudder, "didn't want want underwear lines."

will tuts his tongue against your skin, biting down on you briefly and making your breath hitch. "I think you just wanted me to fuck you. think you've been waiting so patiently. hoping i'd pull your pretty tights down and slide my cock into your sweet little pussy."

his dirty words almost make you choke on your own spit. you had no idea will was capable of such filthy words—it has your belly twisting and turning in anticipation, while your walls contract desperately. will's lips find your jaw again, and then the corner of your mouth. not quite kissing you but just dragging his lips along your skin. marking you.

"I thought you were shy." you say pathetically, hips withering and jolting as will's fingers dip down your belly. he's so close to where you want him. so close.

"that's before I knew you were so naughty," his thumb and forefinger spread your lips, opening up your glistening walls further. the cool air shocks your warmth, and your skin pebbles all over. just when you think you can’t get any more shocked, will’s fingers slide over your clit, teasing you.

his eyes bore into yours, "are you a naughty girl, y/n?"

"no," you whine. he slides down, the pads of his fingers prodding around your slippery entrance. a whispered plea leaves your lips. you're so ready and so beyond desperate for him—it feels impossible to breathe.

it makes will coo condescendingly—the struggle and desperation written all over your flustered face. "what are you then?"

you're practically pouting. "i'm a good girl."

"yeah?"

"mhm hmph."

his gaze turns pointed. will takes his hand away from your heat, making your frown deepen. the hand he previously had under your sports bra, teasing your diamond cutting hard peak, comes up and grips your chin, keeping your eyes on him—unwilling you to look away or tilt your head back.

will leans in, but he doesn't kiss you. "then be a good girl and turn around."

you don't need to be asked twice, turning on shaky legs. behind you, will quickly pulls his shirt off, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothes on the tiled floor below you.

you're breathing frantically, pushing your hips back in search of him. will smiles at the sight, chest heaving as he pulls his aching cock out of his athletic shorts, freeing himself from the restraint. his cock is angry shade of rose, smacking against his pelvis with a thick slapping sound. will grips his length, pumping himself lazily, slicking himself with your sticky arousal coating his fingers.

the lewd sound has you moaning, casting a suggestive look over your shoulder. when you catch sight of his strong chest, flushed and sweaty, along with his throbbing cock and leaking tip....you're pretty sure you feel your pussy leak and drip onto the floor. which in hindsight should be embarrassing, but you’re too flustered to care. and fuck if will cares—if anything the sight has his dick twitching.

will grabs ahold of your ass, squeezing and lifting to spread you—opening up your already weeping entrance. "fuck baby, spread your legs wider for me," he slaps your ass gratefully when you listen, wobbly legs sliding open another inch or so—giving him more room, while will begins lining up his head with your hole. "a little wider—that's a good girl."

"will please, I-" you choke on your words as the fat tip of will's cock nudges at your opening. his length slips in slowly, teasing you until the last possible second.

you could cry.

"what were you saying, baby? will please..."

your walls clench around his sheathed cock like you can't decide if you want him to start moving or keep still. either way you think it's overwhelming. you feel so full of will’s cock that it feels impossible. impossible to breathe, to think, to speak.

thankfully, he's not actually looking for a reply. he's too fucking horny to wait any longer. will begins thrusting, shallow at first as if he's testing the limit—yours and his.

you're a moaning and sobbing mess, pressed against the stall wall pathetically—lips parted and wet as his cock slowly rocks into your entrance. "please."

your plea is all it takes for will to speed up. very quickly his thrusts become rhythmical, hips slapping against your ass feverishly. you cry loudly, frantically reaching for him—fingers locking around his wrist where he’s holding on to your hip.

your pussy is greedy, sucking and holding onto his length like it's never had anything better. and if you were to ask yourself—you haven't had anything better. will fucks you like he kisses you—sure and sexy and with little bit of sweetness. it's exactly what you've been craving. it's so fucking good.

"god," he curses lowly, "i'm not gunna last long inside your pretty pussy baby. so fucking tight and perfect."

like clockwork your walls flutter around him, which only urges him to fuck your harder. "keep going," you plead.

he had no intention of stopping. not now, not ever. you're better than he could've ever imagined. will's arm wrap around your middle, promptly pulling you off the wall and back to his chest—all while his cock continues attacking your pulsating, gummy walls.

your head falls back to his shoulder weakly, and it gives will the best view of your bouncing tits that have fallen up and out of your sports bra from the momentum of his thrusts—pebbled nipples and all. his slit begins leaking fluids just at the sight.

your glossed over eyes meet his, your lips parted helplessly as his hips rut into you. will leans down without even realizing what he's doing, kissing you once again. its barley a kiss—if anything it's more of brushing tongues and muffled moans. lips barley kissing over one another’s.

but it's enough to have you clenching around him. "i'm cumming, will." you whine, eyes rolling as the coil in your stomach ignites. your hand darts up, gripping tightly at the roots of his dirty blonde hair while your orgasm hits you at full force. the sob you let out sounds like fucking heaven, walls fluttering as your body goes limp.

will shudders, keeping you against his chest as his own release catches up to him. his thrusts turn rougher, pelvis smacking against your ass loudly while the head of his cock punches your overstimulated cervix. 

"oh fuck," he moans, balls jumping as spurts of hot cum shoot from his cock, painting your sensitive walls. will rides out his orgasm with shallow and slow thrusts, making a mess of your fluids—smearing the combination over his pelvis and your inner thighs.

you whine, which makes will blink. his grip around your body loosens, but not enough to let you fall. which thank god, because you're not sure if you can stand right now. "you okay?" he asks you softly, breath hitting the side of your face as he studies you for a reaction.

"a little tired and fucked out," you trail off, and even though you literally look spent—mascara under your eyes and lips stained—there's a hint of amusement in your tone. "but i'm okay."

will smiles, kissing your cheek tenderly before sliding his dick out of your entrance. the squelching noise that comes with that action almost makes you want to go for another round, but your legs protest that idea as they start to shake.

"just stay still for a minute baby," he mumbles, grabbing his discarded shirt, "gunna clean you up." ever so softly, will begins wiping up the mess between your legs. he works with such softness and ease that you can't help but smile, leaning back against the stall wall for some much needed stability.

will kisses your inner thigh before helping you back into your tights—which, might as well get married now because you're ruined for every other man.

when he stands up to his full height, you can't help but touch his bare chest, not so subtly feeling him up. "what are you going to wear?" you're referring to his shirt, which is now covered in your mixed juices.

will shrugs casually, hands gripping at the fleshiest parts of your hips to squeeze reassuringly. "eh, not worried."

you quirk a brow, "maybe I don't want people looking at you all....sweaty and muscley."

"you jealous?" will teases, leaning down and letting his lips brush over your cheek. it tickles, but you welcome it, leaning into his mouth in search of a kiss.

"maybe...."

he laughs and then presses a lingering kiss to your lips, "don't worry baby, i'm yours."

[ragdollcraig]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺Halloween⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ 🕸 ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Smut!

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It was Halloween, Y/n and Will were dressed as Travis Kelce and Taylor swift, a cute idea Y/n thought of the day before, wearing a short white sparkly dress and Will a Travis Kelce jersey.

They had both finished giving out candy and Will sat on the couch and let out a giant sigh while saying “finally!”, he chuckled and turned towards Y/n

“Really? You're tired after handing out candy?” Y/n chuckled and sat down next to Will

Will smirked and rolled his eyes playfully. "What can I say, I'm an old man. All that excitement of seeing cute costumes really takes it out of me." He stretched his muscular arms above his head with a groan.

The glow from the jack-o'-lanterns on the porch cast flickering shadows across his chiseled features as he turned to face Y/n more fully. "But hey, at least we got to see some adorable kids. That little dinosaur was too precious."

Will reached over and tugged Y/n closer, his large hand splaying across her hip possessively. "Now that the trick-or-treaters are done though..." His voice dropped an octave as his brown eyes darkened with desire. "I think it's time for some treats of our own, don't you?"

“Oh~? What kind of treats~?” Y/n chuckled and got onto Will’s lap and traced his chest

Will's breath hitched as Y/n straddled him, her soft curves pressing against his firm body. He let out a low growl, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "The kind of treats that involve you and me, babe. Alone."

His large hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Will leaned in, lips ghosting along the column of her throat as he inhaled her sweet scent. "I've been thinking about getting my hands on you all night. This little dress is driving me crazy."

He nipped at her pulse point before soothing it with his tongue

“F-fuck… yes, let’s go”

Will stood abruptly, easily lifting Y/n and carrying her towards the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them before tossing Y/n onto the bed. She bounced slightly on the mattress, her dress riding up to reveal more of her thighs.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Will growled, crawling over her. His large hands pushed her dress up further as he settled between her legs. "I can't wait to get this off you."

He attacked the zipper impatiently, nearly ripping it in his haste to expose her body to his hungry gaze. The flimsy material fell away, leaving Y/n in just a lacy black bra and panties. Will licked his lips at the sight.

"Goddamn, baby. You're perfect." His rough hands skimmed up her sides, cupping her full breasts. He thumbed her nipples through the thin lace, feeling them pebble under his touch.

Leaning down, Will captured one rosy bud between his teeth, biting lightly before soothing it with his tongue. His other hand dipped into her panties, fingers delving through her slick folds

“Y-your so impatient!” Y/n gasped out

Will chuckled darkly, his fingers still teasing Y/n’s soaked folds. "Can you blame me? I've been hard for you all fucking night."

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to taste her. One hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place as he plundered her mouth. The other continued its ministrations between her thighs, rubbing tight circles around her clit.

Breaking the kiss, Will trailed his lips down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. He wanted to mark her, claim her, make it clear she was his. His teeth scraped her collarbone before moving lower.

"I need to be inside you," he growled, voice rough with desire. "Need to feel you wrapped around my cock."

Will sat back on his heels, quickly stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. His erection strained against his jeans, the outline clearly visible. He made quick work of the button and zipper, shoving the denim down his muscular thighs.

His thick cock sprang free, the tip glistening with pre-cum

“God, I keep forgetting how big you are” y/n said, gawking at Will’s cock

Will smirked at Y/n’s awed words, his ego stroked by her reaction to his impressive size. He fisted his thick shaft, giving it a few slow pumps as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"You like that, baby? Like seeing what I'm packing?" He rubbed the broad head through her slick folds, coating himself in her arousal. "Gonna stretch this pretty pussy so good."

Without warning, Will thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Y/n’s back arched off the bed at the sudden intrusion, a gasp escaping her lips. He gave her a moment to adjust before pulling back and snapping his hips forward again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Will groaned, setting a steady rhythm. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room, punctuated by Y/n’s breathy moans and Will's grunts of pleasure.

He changed the angle slightly, hitting that special spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. Y/n keened, nails digging into Will's flexing back muscles.

“Fuck! That feels so good!” Y/n moaned, her head going back in pleasure

Will grinned ferally at her breathless praise, his hips snapping forward even harder. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the force of his passion.

"Yeah? You like that, baby? Like me fucking this tight cunt?" He punctuated his filthy words with a particularly deep stroke, grinding against her cervix.

Will's hands gripped Y/n’s hips bruisingly tight as he pistoned in and out of her soaked heat. The wet squelch of her arousal filled the room, a lewd soundtrack to their frenzied coupling.

Leaning down, he captured one of Y/n’s bouncing breasts in his mouth, sucking the sensitive flesh hard enough to leave a mark. His teeth scraped her nipple before he soothed the sting with his tongue.

"Gonna make you cum on my cock," Will growled against her skin, the vibrations making her shudder. "Gonna fill this pussy up until you're dripping with it."

He could feel her inner walls starting to flutter around him, her orgasm building.

“Fuck… I’m so close!” Y/n warned

Will felt Y/n’s walls start to flutter and clench around his throbbing cock, signaling her impending orgasm. He doubled his efforts, pounding into her with abandon. The obscene slap of skin against skin echoed through the room.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me," Will growled, his own release fast approaching. "Wanna feel this cunt milk my dick." He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies, fingers finding Y/n’s swollen clit. Will rubbed tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing her over the edge.

she came with a sharp cry, her inner muscles spasming almost violently around Will's pistoning shaft. The rippling contractions triggered his own climax and with a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her.

Will collapsed on top of Y/n, both of them panting harshly as they came down from their high. He pressed lazy kisses along her jaw and down her neck, gentling his touch now that the frenzied passion had ebbed.

“Oh god… that… was amazing!” Y/n exclaimed

Will chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling into her neck. "Damn right it was. You're amazing, baby."

He rolled to the side, bringing Y/n with him so she was draped over his chest. Strong arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both caught their breath. Will's softening cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, a trickle of their combined release leaking out to pool on the sheets.

"Mmm, I could get used to this," Will murmured, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Y/n’s bare back. "Having you in my bed, in my arms... Fuck, I'm a lucky man."

He tilted her chin up, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss. It was tender and loving, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion from moments ago. When they parted, Will rested his forehead against hers, deep brown eyes gazing into hers.

"I love you, sugar, So much."

[wildrangers]

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~

[honeydippedfiction]

MGOMFMF SOOO- I saw your post with the Will x reader, I love him smmm can I request a Cools x reader smut?

You sure can. Anything in particular that you’re wanting?

[puck-luck]

There’s not enough Dawson fics on here and I feel like you’re my dealer lol 😂 can I request a Dawson fic where he’s all riled up after that last game with the rangers (ya know where he was in the fight but not the line brawl?) and as soon as he sees his girl he lets out all that energy? Like maybe they don’t even get to the apartment and they get that car rockin 👀

(His fight in that game just isn’t talked about enough)

warnings: semi-public sex (locker room), oral (m!receiving) pairing: dawson mercer x fem!reader summary: (see above) wc: 1174

You know that the locker room is a sacred space for the players. You’ve seen other WAGs enter, but you’d never dared to enter the room until now. You had never really wanted to go in the locker room anyway, since it’s smelly and an entirely-too-masculine type of messy. 

However– Dawson was ejected for the rest of the first period for fighting Will Cuylle. Your boyfriend, who is usually the kind to trade legal hits with players, was ejected for fighting. It’s abnormal behavior for him and you need to know what’s going on– what’s wrong.

“Dawsy, baby, what happened out there?” You ask, knocking softly on the doorframe of the locker room. You peek around into the dressing area, seeing your boyfriend sitting half-dressed in front of his locker. His head is in his hands and he only looks up once you speak.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he knows his response isn’t good enough. “Just got frustrated,” he grumbles. “First Ruff is fired, which is hard because it was the middle of the fucking season. We can barely fucking function with a head coach, but we’re a wreck without a proper coaching staff. We’ve got too many fucking injuries on the team right now, too, and then we have to play the Rangers? We fucking hate those guys and they hate us. This game is shit.”

“Babe,” you say, frowning. “You can’t think like that. You won’t win like that.”

Dawson sounds a little hysterical with anger when he replies to you. “I don’t really give a shit about winning right now.”

His tone strikes you at first, sparking frustration of your own, but you’ve always been a more level-headed person. You tilt your head to the side and look at Dawson, saying nothing. 

He turns his palms up and gestures helplessly at you. “I’m just–”

“I know, honey,” you murmur. You sink down to sit next to him, touching his jawline gently. “You’re having a hard game.”

Dawson melts into your touch, groaning lowly. You can feel that he’s disappointed with himself, but also with the game in general.

“Where are the other ejectees?” You ask, making light of the moment.

“Up in the box, watching in their suits with plenty of food and drink,” Dawson tells you, pouting slightly. “I want to go back on the ice, but I wouldn’t complain if I got to go upstairs and hang out for the rest of the night.”

“Well, baby, you know they’ll be doing sprints tomorrow to make up for the shifts they missed,” you say. “Be glad you don’t have to do that.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums. He takes your hand and squeezes it.

After a beat of silence, you bite your lip. “So, we’re alone in the locker room.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums again.

A smile creeps across your face. “Take your pants off.”

Dawson perks up, looking at you with a surprised blink. 

You continue. “Dawsy, chop-chop. You know how we handle your frustration at home. We’re all alone in the locker room. Take your pants off.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me dress for the game all over again,” Dawson teases, but he’s already unlacing the padded shorts and shifting them down. 

He gives you just enough room to work with. You’re able to pull him out of his underwear, albeit hindered a little bit by his cup. He’s sweaty from the game so far. You can smell it on him, which sucks because he stinks but is wonderful because he feels just that much more turned on by this. 

The head of his cock is salty in your mouth. It takes one purse of your lips around his cock for Dawson’s hand to find the hair on the back of your head. He gathers it into a bundle for him to hold onto, then starts to guide your movements.

You relax, widening your jaw as much as you can so that Dawson can fill your mouth the way he wants to. 

That’s the key part of this– he was frustrated, so he has to solve his problem. You’re just the conduit.

“Fuck, baby, so nice,” Dawson drawls. He pushes your head down, gagging you slightly before he lifts you up. “Love it when you take what I give you.”

You hum around his cock, gargling a little on your response. “Then give it to me.”

He definitely doesn’t understand what you said, but Dawson starts to drag you up and down his cock at a faster pace. You love how his thick fingers tug at the roots of your hair. His grip is tight and mind-numbing. The blurt of his precum over your tongue is like the first sip of a drink you’ve craved for hours. 

His cockhead nudges the back of your throat, triggering another constriction. He pulls back, then forces forward again. 

You look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering with each gag. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you struggle to breathe through your nose, but you’re as perfect as a picture to Dawson. He’d do a lot of things, including getting ejected from the rest of the game, to keep you like this forever.

His pace increases over the next few minutes. You alternate from looking at the hair on his thighs to the sweat that beads along his hairline as he continues to fuck his cock into your mouth. His lips are parted slightly and his breath grows ragged, the telltale sign that he’s close.

With one look at the clock above the door, Dawson knows he needs to finish soon. With your perfect lips around his cock, that isn’t hard to do. 

You simply lather your tongue on the underside of Dawson’s length, tracing the veins there in a ticklish way. It has Dawson’s hips jumping into your heat. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust and he holds you close. Even though it’s impacting your breath and making you lightheaded, you stay. The proximity is making you a little wet, too.

Dawson comes down your throat with only a few minutes to spare before the period ends. It gives him enough time to pull his gear back on and cover himself, to smooth your hair out of your face and run his fingers through it like that’s as good as a comb, and to plant one brief kiss on your lips before you have to sneak out of the room. The rest of the boys will be returning any minute. You’d hate to be caught in their sacred space.

You don’t have to ask Dawson if he’s feeling better– you can see the way his game improves once you’ve helped him release his frustration. The only proof of his frustration, other than the footage that was televised across the nation, lies in your stomach– swallowed down in a way Dawson aches to repeat after Chris Kreider scores in the last five minutes to defeat the Devils.

notes: the idea of being someone's fic dealer is so funny to me and i love it. i'll be y'all's dealer any day!

[cailinsblog]

hi, idk if you’ll do this one but can you please do a will Cuylle x reader😊

No one has really done him

Omg would love to the story should be okay soon!! 😻😻 thank you for the request

[ragdollcraig]

Wanna build next to the cup? ᯓ★ Will Cuylle

this wasn't requested and it's my first Fan-Fic, and I'll gladly take any requests for hockey guys just give me a scenario,player,position(not really needed) and team, i'll only do NHL and I only use Y/N

Will Cuylle/Left Wing/New York Rangers

Word count : 1047

Warnings: smut but fluff at end

it's Will Cuylle's turn with the cup so you and your boyfriend build legos but he ask's you to sit in his lap but it turns into something more.(this when Will is back in Ontario,Canada with his family,family isn't there, maybe grocery shopping?)

Y/N= Your Name

N/N= Nick Name

No Protection! (P in V)

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Y/N and Will sat peacefully building a Lego set Will had gotten for his birthday a few months ago, at least until he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, seeing as it could be his old friend or teammate but instead when Will went upstairs to the door, he opened it and he was greeted with Braden Schneider holding the Stanley cup and with a smile on his face, Will was stunned forgetting it was his turn with the cup,Will grinned and taking the cup into his hands looking back to Braden,Will carefully gave the trophy to Y/N, turning to Braden ,"be careful with it, and do whatever you like, like drinking beer out of it or eating ice cream, just wipe it when your done" Y/N and Will nodded saying there goodbye's to Braden,Will and Y/N quickly taking the cup to Will's room, "Wanna build next to the cup?", Will said, Y/N's eyes lighting up to the thought "I would love that" Y/N had said smiling sitting on the ground in front of Will's coffee table building some star wars legos with her boyfriend.

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While Y/N and Will were building they kept exchanging little playful pinches and jokes, but finally after a few minutes Will mustered up the courage to ask Y/N a question, "Hey N/N could you maybe sit on my lap?" Will smiled looking at Y/N for an answer, "oh you sure? won't it be uncomfortable?" Y/N said putting some Lego piece's down smiling at Will, "I mean,no, not really,just come sit in my lap" Will Encouraged Y/N and motioning her to come over. Y/N just gave in and sat on Will's lap not noticing the bulge hitting her inner thigh, she just continued to build Lego's while Will played with her hair. 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was starting to notice the little groans or muffled moans coming from Will every few minutes and little tugs on her hair,every time she had to reach to get another piece or stretch Y/N would hear the groans escape Will's mouth. Y/N and Will had done it a few times before in the past, only before Will wasn't busy with hockey, before playoffs started, so you and him never had time, he always had to be showered, in a suit and out the door before a certain time and he was mostly gone in other states for away games, which meant y/n and Will hardly had time to fuck or anything really, but y/n was staying at Will's place for a few days to celebrate the Rangers win of the Stanley cup. but now since hockey is over and y/n was with Will she can finally take the chance and have some fun with Will. And at this moment Y/N was slowly grinding on Will's lap,"Please let's take this to the bedroom." Will had said little groans escaping his lips and grabbing Y/n's hips. "Can't we just take this to the bedroom?" Y/n had said groaning at the feeling of grinding on Will's lap, "we could but were right here in front of the couch" Will said shrugging off the idea of going to the bedroom, instead Will pulled Y/n off of his lap and placed her on the couch with her legs on his shoulder's not caring if they didn't finish the Lego set and taking  Y/n's shorts and underwear off throwing them off to the side, even removing his own clothes. "Will, please,just hurry before your parents get home" Y/n groaned her hands placed on Will's chest, "Alright but we'll just head to your place tomorrow" without warning Will pushed into Y/n earning a low whimper. "relax I'm gonna take care of you" Will said groaning moving his hips, just making Y/n scream out his name. "F-Fuck Will, I'm so close" Y/n whimpered close to her climax, while Will released but his thrusts getting sloppy, after what "felt" like forever Y/n climaxed and released on Will's length earning a small moan from from both lovers. "wow" was all that came out of Will's mouth, he knew they hadn't done it in a long time and finally he was able to be close with Y/n again. it just was until he heard the sounds of a garage door open and a car pulling in, "Shit" was all that came out of both of your mouth's, Will quickly grabbing his and Y/n's clothes and running over to his door tossing them into his room and even taking Y/n and shoving a shirt and shorts on. "We're home, can you guys help with the Grocery's?" the words coming from Will's mom, "we'll be there in a minute!" Y/n rushed upstairs to help while Will quickly cleaning the part of the couch with the evidence of there moment. "maybe you and Will can build this" Will's mom brought out a small Lego set of a R2-D2, "that's cute but we didn't even finish the other set" Y/n giggled seeing Will walk up the steps with the Stanley cup. "Maybe we could take a photo" Will smiled taking out his phone. 

Y/n and the Cuylle family had enjoyed the rest of the night taking photo's with the cup,building Lego's and talking, with all jokes, even Will's father bringing up marriage which made Will consider (maybe a future story?)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁! End!

First smut, i tried my best and it was my first story, I've never wrote smut but i'll get used to it when i get requests for it, don't be shy i won't care, besides i like writing

[ragdollcraig]

NHL players

I only write for the New York Rangers, I write on both tumblr and Wattpad, just message me on here for the player and scenario, and if you want smut or fluff, only if you want me to write someone

[honeydippedfiction]

🌸- Fluff 🔥-Smut/Sensual 💔-Angst 📸-SMAU

Imagines

Coming Soon

Headcanons

Coming Soon

Series

Coming Soon

[wildrangers]

hiiii can I request a will Cuylle x reader smut? If your free and it’s ok?

Hi there!! I’m so sorry, I’m actually updating my NHLers I write for before the season and I’m going to be taking off Will unfortunately :/ sorry again!!

[wildrangers]

hey i do have a request but only if you are taking them.

could you do a Will Cuylle x reader for valentines day even though it passed?

Hi there!! I am taking requests but I probably wouldn’t get to this one for quite awhile—I already have had someone request another fic for him which will come first. I may see if I can combine them actually so stay tuned! Thank you 🫶🏻

[ragdollcraig]

god i love him XD

Millennium Falcon // Will Cuylle

Word Count: 1.3K

Summary: A belated, fluffy Christmas tale

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, barely proofread

What is the best holiday gift you have ever received?

As Hanukkah wrapped up and the countdown to Christmas began, you figured this would be the perfect question to ask the boys at practice. As you secured your phone in its tripod, you heard boisterous voices approaching from the locker room. You glanced up to see Alexis and Artemi reading the white board and you rolled your eyes as Bread made eye contact with you, mischief in his eyes, as always.

You’d started as a social media intern for the New York Rangers a couple of seasons ago and had happily accepted a full-time position upon graduation. While Panarin enjoyed teasing you, he was also a fan favorite and knew it. So, you weren’t surprised when he walked over with a big grin, “Flip phone.”

“I’m shocked, Bread, truly” you teased, earning you a giggle before he skated onto the ice. Alexis, like many of the guys, said hockey sticks while they were growing up.

Jonny approached with a smile and you were curious what gift was making him so happy to think of, “Me and my younger brothers got paintball guns when we were younger.”

“Do you still have them?”

“Back at my parents’ house, probably. Why, did you and your boo want to borrow them?” he teased and you felt your skin grow warm at the comment.

“Hey now!” you heard a voice call from just behind Jonny and you felt your nerves settle as Mika’s smiling eyes met yours. He nudged Jonny onto the ice before responding, “Xbox maybe?”

You mouthed him a quick thanks before he glided onto the ice. As the guys cycled past, most humoring you with an answer, you finally saw your boyfriend emerge from the locker room. You watched as his eyes skimmed the whiteboard, a small smile quirking up the corner of his mouth.

“Star Wars Lego” he said confidently, drawing a laugh from your lips. Your giggle seemed to make him falter as he continued, “Ugh…yeah.”

You met his eyes with a quirk of your eyebrows, daring him to continue.

“…Millennium Falcon!” he finished, earning him another laugh and shake of your head as he retreated to his teammates on the ice.

“What was that about?” Kreider asked, head quirked.

“I guess he’s taken up manifesting, because that’s all he asked for for Christmas this year” you replied and Chris laughed, promptly going onto the ice to chirp Will.

***

A few months ago, just as the weather was starting to cool, you’d surprised Will with a trip to the Lego store in Times Square. As much as he complained about the crowds, his eyes had lit up like a little kid once you were actually in the store. It hadn’t taken long for him to locate the display Millennium Falcon and he’d glanced back at you, eyes wide in excitement.

“Can we get it?” he asked and you laughed at his request.

“This may shock you, but you’re an adult and can get whatever you’d like” you teased, lightly pinching his side beneath his coat before settling your hand there. He hummed in thought at your response and flipped the box around to check the price.

“Holy shit, that’s highway robbery” he sighed, placing the box back on the pile.

“Maybe Santa’s elves will get word to the big man ahead of Christmas” you’d joked, honestly surprised yourself at the price.

“Do you think so?” he’d kidded back but you’d also seen the hope in his eyes that maybe he’d end up with the set beneath the Christmas tree after all.

***

As the holidays grew closer, you’d gotten more pleased with yourself for going back the next day to get it for him. The brief holiday break wouldn’t give him enough time to travel home to Toronto and his family wasn’t able to make the trip to New York until New Year’s. This would be his first year not being able to see his family for Christmas and you knew it was hitting him harder than he let on. Of course, the Lego set wasn’t the same as his family’s presence but you hoped it would bring him joy nonetheless.

Christmas morning, you were woken by Will snuggling deeper into your side.

“Merry Christmas baby” you mumbled, kissing the top of his head. 

“Merry Christmas” he responded, half-heartedly.

“Presents?” you asked and he chuckled before looking up at you.

“Presents” he agreed and you two quickly scrambled out of bed.

As you approached the tree, you noticed his eyes scanning for a box big enough to hold the Millennium Falcon set. You smirked as you leaned down to grab a small box to hand to him as he settled on the couch. “I know we agreed to keep it simple this year, so I hope you like it.”

“Baby, I’m going to love it” he promised, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as you sat down beside him. He carefully peeled back the wrapping paper and opened the small box with the note inside: Find me under the bed. His confused eyes met yours and you shrugged, feeling suddenly shy about him finally opening his gift.

“What are you up to?” he questioned, ruffling your hair gently as he retreated to the bedroom. “Babe!” he called and you grinned at the barely restrained excitement in his voice.

“Yeah?” you giggled as he re-entered the living room, giant box in his arms.

“You didn’t” he laughed, tearing into the wrapping paper as soon as he set it on the table. “Babe! We said we were keeping Christmas small!”

“I mean, I kept it to one gift…” you mumbled, nervously chewing your bottom lip at his shocked expression.

“The best fucking gift ever” he argued back, scooping you into his arms as you held on, giggling. “I can’t believe you did that; you didn’t have to, baby.”

“I wanted to and I’m glad I did” you replied, connecting your lips together once he stopped spinning around in his excitement. “I love you.”

“And I love you” he replied quietly, warm brown eyes locked on yours. “Now I don’t have to worry I over did my gift.”

“William!” you teased, hopping down from his grip. “You shouldn’t have gone too crazy.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” he chuckled, pointing at his Lego set and you had no response to that except to sigh as he settled you on the couch, telling you to close your eyes. You did as instructed, holding out your cupped hands, waiting nervously until a small piece of metal nestled into your palm. You opened your eyes in confusion, taking in the delicate metal key on a silver chain in your hands.

“I’m confused” you admitted, eyes rising to see his deeply reddened cheeks.

“Well, your lease is up in February and I’ve crashed at the Trochek’s long enough…would you want to get a place with me?” he asked, nervously scratching the back of his head.

As his words sunk in you squealed in excitement, shooting up to wrap him in an embrace, “Yes, of course!” you pulled away just enough to cup his face in your hands. “You didn’t need to get so nervous, silly.”

“I mean, it’s a big step, I didn’t want to assume…” he mumbled and you quieted him with a soft kiss. His large hands gently landed on your hips, pulling you flush against his frame and you lost yourself in the feel of him. He pulled away for air, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t believe it” he said quietly and you smiled.

“I know, our first place together!” you said excitedly only to follow his gaze to the box on the living room table. “…you meant the Lego set, didn’t you?”

“Babe, it’s the Millennium Falcon!”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, thanks again to the lovely anon who requested Mr Cuylle 💕 I'm including the TikTok that inspired this below for anyone who missed it. I am slowly recovering from COVID so I am going to actually continue my 1989 Vault Track series now…

~The inspo~