Will Smith x Mr Worldwide one shot

Hotel Room Service

The curtains are pulled open, revealing the ever-reaching skyline of Miami, the city where the heat is on. The sun is just starting to sink below the tall buildings, bedazzling the sky with the most gorgeous array of warm tones.
Mr. Worldwide is relaxed upon the edge of his five-star hotel bed, taking in every aspect of the bustling city.
The beach is also visible from up here, making the scenery further more dreamy.
It was all home to him, every last bit of it. Every street, every corner, even the small souvenir shops. It was all familiar.
Despite being all around the globe, hitting up and living it up in every town and city you could possibly fathom, no place felt as comfortable as here to Mr. 305.
Pitbull was just starting to kick back after a long, well-spent day. Baking away in the beaming sun all day and running around the coastline with hot babes by his side. He was still relaxing in swim trunks, his skin tinted pink with a sunburn from today's extravaganzas.
His relaxation was caught off guard by a knock at the door.
"House keeping!" a frail, strained voice hollered from outside the room.
Pitbull was puzzled that room service was being managed this late in the evening. Rooms only ever get fixed up during morning hours, right?
"Ah no, everything's alright in here!" he replied after a bewildered hesitation.
"House keeping!" the other voice repeated.
"This room doesn't need to be checked up, thank you though!" he said, starting to sense something wasn't quite right.
"House keeping!" was heard once more.
This time, Pitbull pulled himself up and scuttled to the door to make himself more clear.
Pitbull had the door open ajar just enough to see who was there. In front of his eyes was a hotel room service maid, as his eyes wandered up he saw the face of- Will Smith?
Mr. Worldwide's stomach twisted in disbelief, he stumbled back to take in the whole sight. Before his mind could even catch up to him, before his eyes could even grasp what was happening, Will Smith forced the door completely open and barged right into the room.
Will was holding something behind his back, he swung the door shut behind him and swooped right up to a dumbfounded Mr. Worldwide.
Pitbull's thoughts were going 100 miles per hour, he couldn't even process reality in that moment. He took a few more steps backwards to put distance between them two, but his knees buckled and he clashed to the floor.
Willy took a large step forward, now completely hovering over the defenseless man who lay frozen on the hotel room floor.
Will's lips curved into an ominous smirk, averting his hungry gaze onto his victim, like a lion with a captured gazelle. From behind his back, he reveals a small, black leather whip that he twirled around charmingly with his other hand on his hip.
Pitbull's eyes flashed back and forth to the BDSM toy and to Will. Although his throat was tightened with terror, he tried choking out a question, "How-"
"Puppies don't ask, they obey." Willy interrupted, stomping his foot onto the floor which reverberated all the way up Mr. Worldwide's spine, causing him to hitch his breath.
He knew there was no chance against the dominant alpha male standing tall above him, that even if he resisted, he would be met with double the force. However, this wasn't a situation that Mr. 305 was opposed to.
In fact, he welcomed this moment with open arms and was ready to surrender his blood, sweat, and tears tonight on the 12th floor of this Holiday Inn.

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A chilling breeze caressed his skin, causing him to retract into the sheets that entangled his resting body. Pitbull propped his head up to see what was disturbing his slumber, when he saw the window cracked open with a silhouetted figure hunched over at the end of the bed, gazing outward. The florescent city lights that streamed it's way through the glass painted the details of Willy's concentrated face.
He had a joint between his two fingers and took long, slow puffs and blew smoke that drifted into the serene night.
Pitbull sat up, his head still fogged by sleep, "Miami is gorgeous, isn't it?" he questioned to the stoic man, shattering the silence that hung in the air.
The figure didn't react, he simply continued taking inhales of the rolled cannabis, his stern gaze unwavering.
Mr. Worldwide scooted forward, placing his bare legs on top of Will's lap and huddled closer to invite an embrace.
Will only flicked his eyes downward but remained like a sculpture.
Pitbull tilted his head slightly and proceeded further with attempting to get a word from him. "Did you have fun papi?"
He finally reacted, only letting out a scoff, "Sure, yeah, I liked it." Will replied in a bland, dismissive tone and stood up from the bed, pushing Pitbull's legs off of his.
Without another word, he started gathering his maid clothing that lay scattered across the floor.
Mr. Worldwide was puzzled, "What are you doing? Are you leaving?"
Will stayed unresponsive and lazily threw on his clothes, starting to inch his way towards the door.
This time, Pitbull jumped up, bare ass out with no shame, and frantically threw himself at the man who was about to completely abandon him.
"Aren't you going to stay the night, papi?" he asked innocently, almost pleading.
Will shoved the desperate man off of himself and a look of annoyance was apparent on his face. "I don't like it here, I'm out."
Pitbull's eyes drooped and his eyebrows furrowed in an expression of hurt, "but I want you to stay. Did I do something wrong? Did I not serve you well?" he grabbed for the man's arm.
Will rolled his eyes and turned his head away so he wouldn't have to look into those tapioca pearl eyes. "It's not you, baby. I just don't like-" his stomach churned with regret. He really wanted the poor guy to know he's not the one at fault and Will really did enjoy every second with him but he couldn't muster up the strength to explain how many irreversible mistakes and repressed memories that linger in the cramped streets of Miami.
He thought he could hold it together, just for one night, just long enough as to not disrupt the moment he was sharing with the person he so longed to connect with, who was now standing in front of him (ass still hanging out) with tears forming in those sorry, sorry eyes.
Willy pivoted and reached for the door so to further avoid the mess that was already unfolding but Pitbull wasn't going to let him go so easily.
"Stop! You're not leaving me! You're going to explain to me what the fuck is wrong with you!" His voice erupted across the dark hotel room, his voice laced with nothing but pure frustration and impatience. He put himself in between Will and the door, making a barrier between Will's only attempt at fleeing. Their faces were directly 2 inches apart, their eyes that gleamed with a wild fire were gazing into eachother.
"I don't have to explain shit to you! You're just another one of my fixes!" Will spat out in an effort to get Pitbull off of his back.
He was met with a powerful shove, sending him tumbling across the room, he clashed into a desk that was against one of the walls but quickly regained himself to face the consequences of his incompetence.
Pitbull stomped forward and swung a clenched fist straight at Will's face. However, Willy Boy was trained in the art of kung fu during his upbringing in Bel Air and swiftly dodged his unrequited lover's punch.
He hurried towards the door while Pitbull still had his back turned towards punching the air and took this as an opportunity to flee.
Pitbull was just another one of his mistakes that reminded him of why he should never step foot in Miami.
Mr. Worldwide was left in the middle of the dark room of that Hotel Inn, with nothing but his disappointment to hold him close.

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He stared blankly at the the drink he swindled in his hand, the florescent neon lights reflecting off the transparent liquor swishing in the shot glass. Upbeat music engulfed the surrounding area, vibrating the floor and reverberating off the walls.
Women were clinging onto him from left and right, the smell of alcohol lingering on their breath as they tried coaxing him to join them on the dance floor, bouncing in the club till the break of dawn.
Mr. Worldwide shook them off, however, he only planned on taking a few rounds then heading off for the night.
He sighed in exhaustion, slumping his shoulder forward and slouching against the bar table.
There was a flight he had to catch at 11 o'clock the next morning, having to wave goodbye to Miami, the city that keeps the roof blazing.
Pitbull's aimless train of thought and relaxation was halted when the sound of the dreaded name 'Will Smith' rang throughout the area.
"One of his newest tracks, everybody- Miami!" the DJ overhead announced this enthusiastically.
The club erupted with cheers and excitement as they all got jiggy with it, which was not reciprocated by the stunned Pitbull.
His mind raced but his body remained still, he hadn't heard that name since the incident that left him in a slump for almost a year. He didn't think he'd hear it in a circumstance like this.
As the groovy hip-hop music thumped and flooded the place with excitement, Mr. Worldwide had an electrocuting feel that sparked his mind and muscles, his body instinctively reacting with charismatic moves- he let out a little head bop and some toe taps and his previous melancholy subsided with the rhythm.
Will's smooth verses and effortless rap had Mr. 305 wrapped around his finger all over again, it was almost as if he could still feel his melting touch.
As the lyrics poured out and described the city life so flawlessly, painting the picture of Miami and all it has to offer, it sparked a match in the great mind of Pitbull and he too wanted to express the glory of his valued hometown and the man he wished to spend his ever-waking days with.
His body tried keeping up with the pace of his flowing thoughts as Mr. Worldwide desperately scrambled for a pen from his vest and napkin from the bar side table.
Swiftly, he jotted down a line; a message, a movement, a declaration of his unequivocal lust for his fallen-out affair-
"Forget about your boyfriend and meet me in the hotel room."