#ben chilwell fanfic

[mountsies]

more than that

mason mount x reader

summary: you and mason don’t know where you two stand with each other, but he wasn’t willing to let you go. and neither you wanted that.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, angst, smut, +18, minors dni, a bit fluffy at the end

word count: 4,5k

a/n: hi everyone! this one is inspired by the song boyfriend - ariana grande ft. social house, it turned out a lot more angsty than it intended to be but i like it anyway. i hope you guys enjoy it, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

“Are you alright, mate?” The music was loud but Mason still managed to hear Ben under all the noise around them. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Mason responded although his action said  otherwise when the grip on his glass was firm enough for his knuckles to turn white when he saw you talking to that guy again.

It was supposed to be a fun night out, he got a day off the next day so he didn’t mind going clubbing with his friends. Well, his friends and you. You weren’t his girlfriend but were far from being just a friend of his. You two had met through Ben, and since the first day you both had some sort of connection, something neither of you had felt before. 

Then it started with some oblivious flirtatious between you two, the exchange of looks, the smiles, the inside jokes that only you two laughed at, the tension whenever you two were in the same room.  For everyone it was certain that something was going on between you two. 

And they weren’t wrong. It was more than something, to be honest. Maybe at the beginning it was really just about the sex, Mason was someone really attractive in every aspect, he catched your attention at first sight with his amazing personality. But time passed and both of you were more than comfortable in that situationship. It started to be more than a friends with benefits thing when he started leaving space in his drawers and you noticed you had more clothes of his than on your own in your wardrobe.

But no talking happened. Neither of you had the courage to initiate a conversation about that, the fear of not having reciprocate feelings took a toll on you two. For anyone outside it was clearly you two had feelings for each other, but in your own eyes it wasn’t something that was at clear sight. 

And because of that, Mason wasn’t brave enough to walk towards you and that stupid guy and shove him off. His blood boiled every time he saw the guy leaning closer to you to whisper something in your ear because the music was too loud in the club speakers. 

“If you keep looking at him like that he might start burning,” Ben said again under a chuckle, owning him a glance from his friend.

Mason rolled his eyes at his mate’s words, “Shut up.” He just responded and went back to pay attention to his drink this time.

“You two should talk and save the drama.” Ben sipped his drink too, giving a look at Mason who just sighed. “You both have feelings for each other, everyone knows that.”

“It’s not that simple.” Mason sighed and turned to look at your direction again, finding you still engaged in some conversation with the stupid guy.

Ben followed his gaze and this time you turned your attention towards them, giving Ben a soft smile and when Mason’s eyes locked on yours he felt his jaw clench again and his stomach flutter when you gave him a smirk and turned to the guy again. You were doing that on purpose, teasing him and making him almost mad in jealousy, and to his displeasure it was totally working.

“It’s simple as it is, mate. You both know that.” Ben shrugged when he noticed his friend was annoyed.

Mason didn’t say anything back, just sipped the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table before storming out mumbling that he was going to the toilet. He rushed to the bathroom and sighed in relief when he found it empty. He stopped in front of the sink and took a deep breath trying to calm his nerves whilst looking at himself through the mirror.

He knew he had to talk to you to sort out whatever it was happening between you two, but he feared that it was only something momentary and you wouldn’t want anything serious with him. He was scared because in a long time he didn’t feel like that with anyone and he didn’t want to lose it with you. But he also knew that it wasn’t the best place nor the best moment to think about his realization of being in love with you.

Mason opened the tap and washed his face, feeling a little bit better when the cold water hit his face. He dried his face and exited the toilet, walking back over to his booth and finding you talking with Ben and some other friends of his. As you were too engaged in a conversation about work and stuff, you didn’t notice when a girl approached Mason as he was a little bit far from the group.

You couldn’t hear what they’re talking about, but you noticed he wasn’t paying attention to what she was talking about, he was just standing there while looking at you every ten seconds. And that only made you more annoyed because he was doing it on purpose. Tired of that childish game you two had played all night, you said goodbye to your friends and decided to leave. It was past midnight and you could already feel a migraine building when the loud music wasn’t pleasant anymore.

“Y/n wait,” He shouted through the loud noise but you just pretended you didn’t hear. Mason followed you to the exit, his steps faster now that he had nobody to bump against him. “Y/n where are you going?” He walked faster and stopped in front of you, his bigger body not letting you walk past him.

“Home.” Your tone was rude, the frowning on your forehead was enough for him to know you were really annoyed. 

“Alone?” Mason furrowed his brows but you just rolled your eyes at him

You started walking again, but he held your wrist making you stop in place. You turned to face him, your eyes burning at his. “Why? You didn’t seem to care if I was alone ten minutes ago.”

 Mason sighed and ran his hand through his hair, his eyes scanning your features. “Listen, I-”

“No, I don’t wanna listen to you Mason.” You snapped at him and got rid of his holding on your arm, starting to walk along the empty sidewalk again.

Mason took a deep breath, he knew really well how stubborn you could be when you were angry, but he also could see your body shivering through the cold night breeze because your choice of clothes, even if he had liked the red dress that made you stunning, he knew you were feeling cold and he wasn’t forgive himself if he’d let you go home alone.

“Can you not be stubborn for once please?” He stopped in front of you again and this time you cursed under your breath. “I know you’re annoyed but I’m not much of an asshole to let you leave alone.”

“Not sure about that.” You mumbled and decided to let him call a taxi so you could finally go home, not having too much energy to continue that stupid fight with him.

Silence took over after he had called the taxi, an uncomfortable feeling at the pit of your stomach when you recaptured what had happened in the club. You sighed and shuddered when the cold air hit you again, and Mason didn’t waste time before taking off his jacket and handing it to you. You accepted without a word, feeling a little warmer when you put the jacket over your shoulders.

Mason didn’t think straight when he reached to pull your hair from beneath the fabric of the jacket, your eyes looking up and finding him already staring at you softly now. Your heart beat fastened against your chest, his eyes carefully scanning your features before getting closer to you, and you let out a breath when he put some strands of your hair behind your ear.

Mason got lost in your eyes for a second, his heart as fast as yours. “We need to talk.” He gulped when you blinked at him.

“I know.” You murmured back, letting your instincts take over when you rested your forehead against his shoulder, a wave of easement rushing through your body when you finally felt his touch. Mason sighed in some relief, one of his arms wrapping around your shoulders to bring you closer to his body. 

You almost melt in his embrace, his arms always feeling like a safe place to you. There was silence again whilst you waited for the taxi, none of you daring to say a word. Didn’t take long for the taxi to arrive, you entered the car and leaned your head against the window, hearing Mason talking to the driver.  He gave his address and you didn’t protest, your head already running with the possibilities of what was going to happen when you arrived at his house.

You couldn’t deny you were maybe scared, that somehow Mason would end things between you two. You knew that it wasn’t the healthiest way to start a relationship, it was a messy beginning but you also didn’t want him to put an end to it because your feelings for him were already strong. It didn’t take you long to realize you were in love with Mason, admitting it to yourself was easier than admitting it to him. 

Fifteen minutes after and you arrived in front of Mason’s gates, he paid for the ride and you both got out of the car. In silence you both walked to his front door, he took his keys and opened the door letting you go in first. You took off your heels leaving them by the door and went straight to his living room, knowing all of the places in his house by this time. You heard him walking in the kitchen whilst you threw yourself on his sofa, your head resting on the backrest with eyes closed.

“Are you feeling okay?” His voice broke the long silence, when you opened your eyes again he was seated on the sofa too, not far from you, handing you a glass of water.

“Yeah I’m fine,” You gave him a corner smile and accepted the glass he offered you. “Thanks.” He smiled at you and you finished the glass in a short time. 

You rested again in the backrest of the sofa, your eyes focusing on the ceiling then you heard Mason clear his throat and you turned to face him. He was in the same position as you, his hands fidgeting nervous with the hem of his shirt. “I’m sorry.” He said, his voice low as he tried to put out his thoughts.

“I’m sorry too.” You blurted out and he turned to face you, his eyes showing his regret and you felt your stomach flipped. “I know that wasn’t very mature of me today, I was already annoyed and just pushed it off.” 

“Why were you annoyed?” He asked, not in an accusatory tone but in a genuine tone of voice, his brow furrowed.

You sighed when you looked at him because as much as mad you were with him for not taking one step and speaking up for the situation you were both in, it wasn’t only his fault. You didn’t know what Mason was really feeling and thinking about all this and that only made you feel worse for what happened in the club. 

“Because I’m tired of this Mason,” You saw him gulp when you started talking, his eyes trying to figure out your expressions. “I’m tired of not knowing where we both stand with each other. It’s all good when it’s just us but then it’s a whole different thing when we’re with other people.” You shifted in your position and turned your body to face him better, and he just kept looking at you waiting for you to finish, “I didn’t want things to turn out this way.”

“Me neither,” He turned to face you in the same position, his knee brushing against yours. “I never wanted to make you angry or annoyed, I just-” He kept looking at your face trying to find the right words but he didn’t know how.

Noticing his nervousness you lifted your hand and placed it on his face, your thumb stroking his cheek and his eyes closed almost immediately. He took a deep breath and felt a little bit calmer with your gesture, his eyes opening to find you staring at him with softness.

“Listen I’m not sure how to do this, I know I suck at this relationship thing but…” His tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his frown noticeable as he tried to find the right words. “But I want to make things right with you.” He whispered the last part, maybe still scared to admit that to you and to himself. 

You could see the sincerity in his eyes and that made your stomach flutter, you knew he was trying his best to figure everything out between you too. Realizing that made your heart pound in your chest.

“I want to make things right too,” You gulped and the nervousness took over you now, scanning his beautiful features and your thoughts running wild. “But this is already messy, Mase.” 

Mason nodded slowly, although he knew you were right he didn’t want to give up. He knew you had your insecurities about still going on with that, even himself had his doubts and fears about being in a serious relationship, but what he felt for you was stronger and he wasn’t ready to let you go yet. That’s why he let his emotions take control for the first time, his hands almost trembling when he blurted out those words. “I’m in love with you.”

Your eyes immediately widened and you could hear your heart pounding, your mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. His eyes kept looking at you anxiously, his eyes trying to figure out what was going on inside your head. There was silence again, the only thing you could hear was your and his breath. 

“I’m in love with everything about you. Your eyes, your smile, your laugh, the way you think, the way you speak.” His finger gently brushed over your cheek, that turned crimson when you heard his words. “You’re the most amazing woman I’ve had the pleasure to meet, you’re strong and have the most beautiful personality. I’m really sorry it took me that long to say it out loud.” Mason leaned closer and his forehead rested on yours, his booths hands now stroking your cheeks and you closed your eyes and gave in to his touch. 

“Mason I-”

“I don’t wanna let you go.” His voice was barely a whisper when he interrupted you.

You opened your eyes and found his soft and pretty eyes looking at you pleading and with so much honesty and sincerity. He was willing to make everything right this time, you could feel in his eyes and in his words. Even scared and worried, you were too involved to let him go and too in love to let him go.

You licked your lips and leaned closer to him, your nose brushing through his and his breath mixing into yours. “Then don’t let me go.” 

Your voice was low but still he didn’t contain the sigh of relief he let out when his eyes locked on yours again and this time he found nothing more than the reciprocate feeling he feared you wouldn’t share with him. Mason didn’t waste any more time and just pressed his lips on yours, both of you sharing a deep sigh of relief and content, his hands holding your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

You had shared a lot of kisses with Mason, but this time it was different. This time it had all of your feelings mixed, it had worry and fear, but it also had passion and love and you could feel it rushing through your body. You let out a moan when you felt his tongue on yours, his hands roaming over your body and your skiing burning wanting to feel him.

“Bedroom.” You managed to mumble between kisses, your breath already irregular.

Mason nodded and pecked your lips before he stood up from the sofa, his fingers interlocked on yours as you followed him upstairs. Not much longer and you were already in his bedroom, and he didn’t give you time to think when he kissed you again, your stomach fluttering with butterflies when you felt his touch. He took his jacket off from your shoulders, his hands undoing the zipper on your dress and you let him undress you leaving you only in your panties.

Carefully he laid you on his bed, his body hovering over yours and his eyes admiring every piece of you. He pressed kisses on your cheeks, then on the tip of your nose, on your forehead, your eyelids then he went back again to your lips, his hands traveling through your inner thigh and you already could feel your core throbbing needing to feel him.

“You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is so beautiful,” His words made you whimper under his touch, your hands grabbing the fabric of his shirt. “My pretty girl.” Those last words he whispered near your ear, his lips kissing down your jaw to your neck.

“Mason…” You breathed out, your mind fogged by his touches. “Take this off, please.” He chuckled when you whined, already lifting his shirt and helping him to get rid of that piece of clothing. Mason undressed the rest of his clothes, wearing only his black Calvin underwear.

His hands trailed down your body until he got between your thighs, your panties already wet from his touches and kisses. He knew every curve of your body, he knew how to please you like no one else did, your core throbbing in need of him. Mason teased you when his fingers brushed against your clit over the fabric of your panties, causing you to squirm underneath him and a moan left your mouth. Your nails pressed on his back caused him to groan, his lips kissing every inch of your exposed skin, and when his tongue circled one of your nipples you closed your eyes, your fingers locked in his strands.

“You drive me fucking insane,” He murmured against your skin, his tongue playing with your other nipple, nipping and sucking on it whilst he put the fabric of your panty to the side and finally touched you wettness, his fingers swiping up and down in your folds until he circled your clit slowly, “So wet for me, baby.”

Your mouth fell open when he inserted one finger slowly at your entrance, your excitement helping him slide in with no difficulty. Mason let you adjust to his finger for a moment, peppering kisses all over your chest and collarbone before sliding in the second one, your legs spreading wide and your hips rocking back to his hand in search of more contact. When he started thrusting his fingers agonizingly slow, curling them inside feeling your walls clench around them as you whimpered his name under your breath.

He admired your reactions watching you break underneath him, his lips trailing over yours and when you opened your eyes and found his dark ones staring at you, full of want and desire, you felt the burning in the pitch of your stomach. The pace of his fingers increased and you tipped your head back on the mattress, the tip of his thumb circling your clit and a loud moan escaping your lips.

“Mason…” You whimpered his name again, not sure what you wanted to say with your mind hazy with pleasure.

“What is it baby? What do you want, hm? Tell me.” His voice was husky and made you shiver in anticipation, his fingers not enough for you.

“You. I want you,” You blurted out between moans and whimpers, biting your lower lip when you ran down your hands over his body and feeling his hard cock still covered in his calvin’s.

Mason rested his forehead on yours, his breath itching when you stroke his bulge. “Where do you want me?” He managed to ask, his hips rocking back into your hand.

“Inside me,” Another loud moan escaped your mouth when he thrusted his fingers hard this time, curling them in your sweet spot making you arch your back from the mattress. “Please Mase, just fuck me.” You cried out, your nails scraping his neck and pulling him closer.

Mason catched your lips in a heated and messy kiss, his fingers sliding out of you and making you whine still wanting more, but when he pulled away just to get rid of his underwear and your lace panty, you sighed in relief because you’d finally be able to feel him the way you wanted. Your mouth watered when you saw his hard cock resting against his belly, taking a time to admire his toned body and feeling yourself getting more wet when he stroked himself a few times, enjoying the way you were looking at him.

His body hovered under yours again and you spread your legs wide for him, his mouth in your neck nipping at your skin and making you gasp when he rubbed his cock on your clit, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Mason kept teasing you, threatening to enter you with the tip of his cock but then rubbing against your bead of pleasure again and making your body squirm. He lifted one of your legs to rest on his shoulder, his cock dragging over your entrance and the position only made it easier for him to finally slide into you.

“Fuck baby, you already feel so good.” He said with a grunt, one of his hands grabbing your waist for leverage as he started thrusting in and out slowly.

“Oh my god,” You moaned when he bottomed out, feeling every inch of him inside you. 

Mason stayed still in his position, lowering his face close to yours as he let both of you adjust to the feeling. He moved his hips thrusting out and letting only his tip in before he pushed in again with a hard thrust, your head tipping back again and his mouth nipping at the skin of your neck, marking you up. 

You could feel him everywhere, his hands traveling through your body and your skin burning at his touches, your mind hazy with so much pleasure and stimulation. He increased the pace of his thrusting, your walls squeezing around him and making him moan in your ear. 

“Feels so good Mase,” You babbled between whimpers.

“Yeah? Like when I fuck you like this?” You felt his teeth dragging over your earlobe and your eyes closed.

You nodded your head fiercely, your hands gripping his biceps. “Faster, please.” Your voice was barely a whisper and he just kissed your lips before starting to pound into you.

You could feel his cock deep inside you, the position only making it more easier for him to slide hard into you. When his cock touched your sweet spot you cried out in pleasure, grasping at his arms and arching your back, the burning at the pit of your stomach starting to increase as you searched for your release.

“Do you want to cum, love?” The petname sent you a shiver, your eyes opening to look at him.

“Wanna cum with you,” You mumbled, pulling him closer and hearing him groan when you clenched around him.

“Fuck yeah, okay.” He nodded when he saw the look in your eyes, already close to his high too.

Mason’s fingers pressed on your lit, this time rubbing it at the same pace of his sloppier thrusts, his cock reaching your spot over and over again making your body quiver underneath him. You could feel your orgasm building, your eyes rolling at the back of your head and your brows furrowed with so much stimulation. 

“Baby, baby” You gasped, your toes curling and your hips rocking to meet his. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Your voice was high pitched and your mouth fell open when you came undone, your eyes rolling and you swear you saw stars when your orgasm hit hard making you quiver underneath his body.

“Holy shit,” Mason managed to say when you clenched around him releasing yourself and it didn’t take too much when he gave you a last hard thrust and came hard inside you, his body trembling as he cursed profanities and your name in a husky voice.

Both of you stayed there trying to catch your breaths, your chest rising and falling rapidly just as his. He moved his hips and slowly pulled out, watching his cum mixing with your juices and carefully lowering your leg from his shoulder. He rolled to the side and pulled you along, your head resting against his chest and your leg thrown under his hips. 

You could hear his heart racing and smiled, your fingers stroking his tattoo under his ribcage as he caressed your strands. You both stayed in silence, trying to assimilate everything that happened that night. Lifting your head you caught him already looking at you, the smile he gave you making the butterflies in your stomach come back.

“I’m in love with you too.” You whispered, biting your lip waiting for his reaction.

Mason locked his eyes on yours, his hand now stroking your cheek. You could see the sparkling in his look and that made your heart swell in your chest. 

“I didn’t know I needed to hear that until you said it.” You chuckled and he smiled, shifting in his position so he could lean closer to you. His nose brushed against yours, his eyes admiring your face as you got lost in his. “I promise I’ll make things right this time.”

“Don't put all the pressure on you Mase, we both made mistakes.” You softly said, your fingers stroking his short strands. “But I promise to make things right too.”

The smile he gave you enlightened his whole feature, your heart jumping in your chest and when he finally kissed you, gently and soft this time, sharing all his love with you. In that moment all of your fears and worries disappeared, because you trusted him and now you both were on the same page.

“Does that make me your boyfriend now?” He grinned when he saw you playful rolling your eyes.

“Maybe.” You shrugged and he raised his brows.

“Okay that’s fair, I can take that.” You laughed at his words and he just smiled before leaning in to kiss you again.

You didn’t know how much time you two spent talking in the middle of the night, but you couldn’t contain the smile of relief on your lips and the feeling of happiness that rushed through your body when you drifted off to sleep that night. 

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[canirove]

Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 25

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"You have to cut the tomatoes smaller."

"Smaller than this?" 

"Yes. That's what the recipe says."

"Ok, fine. Smaller it is" Ben sighed.

"Oh… my God"

"What am I doing wrong now?" he asked.

"Sarina is calling me" June said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

"Then pick up!"

"I can't."

"What? Why not?"

"She's going to tell me that I'm not going to the World Cup."

"You don't know that, June."

"Yes, I do! I'm not ready yet and… Chilwell, what are you doing?"

"Picking up for you" he smiled, giving her her phone.

"You, you… urgh" she groaned. "Hello?" June said. "I'm good, thank you. Just doing some cooking. Yes. Yes. Ok. Yeah, yeah… Thank you. Ok, bye."

"And? What did she say?" Ben asked. 

"She… she said… she" June mumbled, tears coming to her eyes.

"Dear Lord, Maxwell. Speak! You are making me nervous!"

"I'm going to Australia, Ben. I'm going to the World Cup" she cried.

"You are going? Like, for real?"

"For real" she chuckled, her little laugh getting mixed with her sobs.

"Oh my God, June!" he said as he hugged her, lifting her in the air and starting to spin with her.

"Ben, stop!" she laughed. "You are gonna make me dizzy!" 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he replied, stopping but still hugging her. "But you are going to the World Cup!"

"I am."

"I knew all that hard work would pay off. I am so proud of you, June. So proud. I love you" Ben said before kissing her.

There. He had said it. He had said the three words. 

And he was putting all those feelings he had for her in that kiss, letting her know that he had meant it, trying to somehow stop her from freaking out. And it was working, because the moment those three words had left Ben's lips, June had wanted to run away like she always did. But she couldn't. The way he was kissing her was making her forget about everything and anything, even her name.

"Come" he said, breaking their kiss and taking her hand.

"Where?" June asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Upstairs. Let's go celebrate the good news."

"You mean…"

"Yes, Maxwell. I want to do it. Don't you?" Ben asked with a teasing smile.

"I do" she nodded. "But are you sure? What about not wanting to become one of my fuck buddies?"

"I know I'm not going to be one of them."

"How?"

"Call it a hunch" he shrugged. "Now, are you coming upstairs with me or not?"

"What about our lunch?" 

"We'll eat later. We'll need to recharge" he smirked.

"Chilwell… Did you just quote me?" June laughed.

"Maybe" he shrugged again. "Are you coming or not?

"That'll depend on what you can do" she replied with a mischievous smile. 

"Ok, come here you little dirty mind" Ben said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, June not being able to stop laughing.

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"Penny for your thoughts?" Ben said while playing with June's hair, her finger drawing small hearts on his chest. 

"It's nothing, something silly."

"Everything you say is silly, Maxwell. Ouch!" he complained after she pinched his nipple. 

"You deserve it for being an idiot" she smiled. 

"You know, when Mason said you were fire in bed, I didn't expect it to be violence."

"He said what?" she laughed, turning to look at Ben.

"His words, not mine."

"Men" she sighed. "Do you think we will get to be proper friends again?" June asked, resting her chin on his chest.

"You will. You just need to be patient. And you still haven't told me what you were thinking about" Ben said, putting a lock of hair behind her ear.

"It's nothing, I already told you" she shrugged.

"And I already told you I want to know."

"You are so annoying, Chilwell."

"You weren't thinking the same 10 minutes ago" he smirked.

"Shut up!" she replied, this time hitting him.

"Ouch!" he laughed.

"But now that you mention it… that is what I was thinking about. What we were doing 10 minutes ago. I can't remember the last time I felt something like that" she said in almost a whisper, her cheeks getting warm.

"Wait, Mason never made you… Ouch! June, stop hitting me!" Ben complained again.

"Then stop being an idiot!"

"Ok, ok. No more comments. But what do you mean with something like that?"

"I… I…" she said, back to playing with her finger on his chest. "I can't remember the last time I had sex with someone and it felt like something else. Like there was more to it, more than just something physical, you know?"

"You mean you can't remember the last time you made love with someone."

"As corny as that sounds… Yes" she whispered, feeling her cheeks now burning. Why was she suddenly acting like that? She had never been shy when it came to sex or talking about it. But right now, in that moment…

"Do you know why it felt like that?"

"I have a slight idea." Ha, slight. She knew perfectly well why it had felt different.

"I meant what I said earlier" Ben said after a few moments in silence.

"What?" she said, looking at him again.

"I love you, June" he replied, caressing her cheek. "I know you are probably freaking out again, but I needed to say it. I needed to get it out of my chest. And I know you aren't ready to say it back yet, but I don't care. I'll wait as long as it takes. Your body has done the talk for you and I'm fine with that."

"My body?"

"You just admitted it. We made love, it wasn't just sex. And it's felt different from all the other guys you've been with because you have feelings for me that you never had for them. But again, June" he said, cupping her face. "I don't want to put any pressure on you, you are in charge of the rhythm here. If you aren't ready, that's ok. I will wait. Because you are so worth it, June. You aren't like any other woman I've met before. You are amazing both on and off the pitch, a real role model for many women and girls out there. You fight for what you want, not caring about what the haters say."

"Haters like you, for example?"

"For example" Ben chuckled. "You have beauty and brains, and remember when I told you that my heart had never felt healthier than when I was kissing you? It wasn't just something cheesy to say. It was the truth. Even though you say it is broken, your heart is so big that it manages to fix everything that doesn't properly work on mine."

"Ben…"

"I love you, June Maxwell. I love you and I don't think I will ever get tired of saying it. Because you are talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing…"

"Are you quoting me again?" she laughed.

"I'm technically quoting Lady Gaga, not you" he shrugged. "But where was I? Oh, yes. Amazing, show stopping, spectacular…" 

"Shut up, Chilwell" she said, putting her finger on those lips of his that she adored.

"Make me" he smirked. 

"My pleasure" June smiled before kissing him and letting her body do the talking again, letting it be the one that told Ben what words couldn't just yet… That her heart wasn't broken anymore. That the same way she had fixed his, he had mended hers. That she also loved him. 

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𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭; 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨?

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

how the world can seem so vast on a journey to the past

Their families were seated outside in her back yard, having a lovely meal in the warm weather — she sat back and observed how everyone was chatting animatedly amongst one another which further added onto the ache she felt deep inside of her heart, as the chatter quieted down, she stood up with her glass raised high as she began to speak with a soft shaky tone, " I’d like thank everyone for coming tonight, my parents haven’t exactly told you why because I wanted you all to be gathered for this occasion "

His brows knit in confusion, her tone had clearly gave away that she hadn’t been feeling well despite her continuous attempts to brush off his concern.

" A few weeks ago, I had applied to the Juilliard School of performing arts because as you know, I’ve been fortunate enough to receive quite the backing from my instructors and today " She paused then swallowed the lump in her throat, " I have received my acceptance letter, I’m in "

His smile fades almost instantly, as his brain recounts the past few weeks in which she was quite on edge, shifty and overall avoiding any and all inquiries regarding her emotional state, he watched as his family along with hers were elated, congratulating her whilst he sat there completely taken back by what he had heard.

Suddenly his mother turns to him and asks him, " Well aren’t you going to congratulate her, darling? "

He nods swiftly then offers her a sweet smile then says, " Congrats love "

She smiled weakly then said, " Thanks Ben "

It was after the dinner party that he had followed her to their corner which was a shed in her backyard, he pushed the door open and walked in. " Love, can I come in? "

She chuckles, " Why are you asking for permission Ben, of course you can? "

He walks in further before sitting next to her, a brief wave of silence envelops them before he decides to ask her with a soft; broken tone. " When were you going to tell me? "

She lets out a soft sigh, " I didn’t want you to figure it out like this so it was best to keep it until we all gathered "

" I thought you’d stay here, that we’d room together like we always said we would " He said, his tone displaying the ache he felt.

She heaves out a soft breath, " You know we can’t do that, you’re dating Carla, the last thing she wants is for you to be rooming with me "

He raised a brow at her remark, " So? you’re my best mate "

" Ben " She groans in frustration. " Are you really that much of an idiot to not realize that a boyfriend having a close female mate let alone a roommate is a big no no? "

" Says who? we’ve been mates since we were kids and not once did I see you in that light even though our mums tried their best to set us up, plus Carla knows that you’re just my best mate " He shrugs, not sure why she was making a big deal out of it. " I just … I don’t wanna get used to not seeing you around anymore "

She giggles at his tone, " There’s plenty ways for us to communicate Benji, Skype, Facetime — so many more, and plus It’s not like I won’t be visiting in the holidays "

He sighs, " I know, it’s just … " he looks up at her then says. " I’ll miss you "

She reaches over to pull him into an embrace then says, " I’ll miss you too Benji, I promise we won’t lose touch "

" We won’t for sure " He reiterated, vowing to make sure they always stay in contact.

And yet, they never did.

Ben had become so occupied with football & Carla that phone calls and messages between him as well as her had lessened as time flew by — Leisurely, he’d stopped asking about her; in turn, so did she.

She’d expected it to happen, given their growing careers yet what she didn’t expect was for them to lose touch entirely so much so that she had barely seen him even during the holidays, she’d known he had broken up with Carla which was also expected given how hectic his footballing schedule was, however she certainly didn’t think he’d also leave his friendship behind.

Until … that one night.

___

2023.

" You know? she’s back from New York … "

Ben had been in the kitchen, chatting with his mother when she had effortlessly brough her up in the midst of their conversation, he grew silent as he recalled the last time they’d spoken which was about three years ago — due to the unfortunate effect of time. " Oh? "

His mother raised a brow, " Oh? that’s what you’ll say, she was your best mate darling "

" Keyword is was, I haven’t been exactly best mate of the year " He murmurs shyly. " And to be fair so was she "

His mother shot him a knowing look, " I don’t seem to recall her being the one to cut you off due to work, she’d show up, visit me and ask about you even though you were the one that stopped talking "

He looks down in shame, " I know "

His mother shakes her head, " Well it’s a good thing you two will see each other soon for Landon’s wedding "

His head shot up at the mention of his school mate’s name, " What do you mean? "

" She’s the maid of honor and you’re the best man so you two will be spending a lot of time together " His mother explained.

Ben’s eyes widened, he had a feeling that she would be less than thrilled with the idea of spending time with him; indeed, at Jill’s home, she had heard the unfortunate news of being paired up with Ben.

—

" You’re not serious, right? " She reiterated with an incredulous tone. " I have to spend time with him "

Jill rolls her eyes, " Babe, please — Landon and Ben are school mates, plus he knows that you have a fucked up history with Ben with the whole leaving because you’re too much of a pussy to admit that you like Ben "

She shot Jill a deadly glare — " I am not a pussy, and plus I’m over Ben, as clearly he’s never once seen me as anything more than a childhood mate, because it was easy for him to cut me off and focus on his footballer lifestyle "

Jill sighs, " Did you ever stop to think that things happened cause of life? "

" It doesn’t matter " She sighs, covering her face. " I will just ignore him "

" Babe " Jill groans.

" Fine I will not ignore him " She huffs.

—

A few weeks later, Landon and Jill had invited her along with Ben for the cake tasting — Ben had arrived early while all three waited for her to arrive, at about five minutes later she sprints inside with an apologetic tone, capturing Ben’s attention immediately, he noted how much longer her hair had gotten, her completely 180 switch in regards to her style of clothing as well as her face which was semi bare of any makeup, only a spec of mascara and lip gloss.

" Hi, Hi … sorry I’m late, I was held up at the dance studio " She states with an apologetic tone, before her eyes landed on Ben. " Benjamin " she said with a cordial tone.

The icy tone felt akin to a knife penetrating his heart, he nods in acknowledgement then looks away as Landon and Jill raise their brows at him almost as if they’re silently asking him to try and do something, as she stood near Ben — a unanimous ping from Jill and Landon caused her to look at them in confusion.

" Oh … Oh would you look at that? we have a mix up cause Landon and I are scheduled to check out venues " Jill said with a sickeningly sweet tone, she turns to Landon. " Shall we babe? "

Landon grins, " Yes we shall? you guys are ok with handling the cake tasting "

Ben grows silent and was about to speak when she suddenly spoke up with a calm tone, " We certainly will, right Benjamin? "

Ben chuckles nervously, " Right? "

The couple depart, leaving both Ben and her in front of several cake samples — the person in charge, an elder woman by the name of Suzanne approached them, " You guys need any help? "

She smiles softly, " Nope, we got this "

Ben eyed her as the pair browsed through the array of cake samples — " Landon likes vanilla with a splash of cinnamon? " he remarks, breaking the wave of awkward silence.

" Jill likes a berry mix with a hint of chocolate " She retorts with a sarcastic tone. " This is her big day "

" And it’s also Landon’s big day " Ben remarks with an eye roll, " Listen … we’ll just go with the vanilla/cinnamon mix "

" Excuse me! " She exclaims with an incredulous tone, " I’m the maid of honor and my main duty is keeping Jill happy "

" And I’m the best man, I want to make sure my best mate Landon is happy " Ben said, his voice rising slightly high.

She chuckles dryly, " You sure are a good friend huh Chilly? "

Ben winced, recalling how their friendship fell out. " Love? " he whispers.

" No, no … you’re best mate of the year Benji, you’re such a caring friend that I’m surprised you never reached out when I was injured, or when my Nan died … it’s like you wiped me out so excuse me for shifting my emotions onto someone that appreciates them " She said with glossy eyes, " So? we are going with Jill’s option for the main cake and Landon’s option for the reception cake, a good compromise "

Ben sighs then nods, " Agreed "

Another wave of awkward silence falls between them before Ben murmurs, " I’m sorry "

She sighs, " It’s pointless Ben, ok … we haven’t spoken in three years so let’s get through this wedding and just, forget this ever happened "

Yet he had no desire to forget nor risk the chance of reconnecting — the weeks that followed were brutal, she either purposefully ignored him as they worked through awkward silence or worse – handed him an obscene amount of work just so that he’d be far away from her as possible.

What’s worse, he’d begun to sense a nagging sense of covetousness lurking in the back of his mind — she seemed to cozy up rather quickly to Jill’s male cousin Freddie, a football player from a Scottish low tier team he wasn’t aware of.

He loathed the feeling, which seemingly kept him up at night – resulting in a string of memories to crash through his mind, he wasn’t blind to her beauty, it was the kind that drew anyone in, even more so as they’ve gotten older, she had her fair share of suitors that were either heartbroken or sent away by her claim that she needed no man.

Yet he couldn’t help but wonder why he felt a sense of elation each time that happened, could it been? perhaps … what their mothers used to joke about had become a reality, he really was in love with her — he was in love with his best mate.

During the final two weeks leading up to the wedding, Landon and Jill had believed that signing Ben and her up for couples dancing classes would be a delightful idea, oh how they were wrong?

The dance instructor was overzealous, he began his class by saying, " The rules are simple … Tango has no rules, it’s all about following a specific rhythm deep within, it’s the connection between two souls "

She casts a sideway glance at Ben then says with a soft tone, " If you step on my foot, I’ll kick you in the balls "

Ben chuckles, " For that, I just might do it "

As the dance class commenced — a soft upbeat tempo filled the studio as Jill and Landon moved on one end while Ben and her moved on the other, it’d been arduous at first to pretend as if there wasn’t a wave of awkwardness between them yet as they continued to follow the instructions of the dance instructor, a wave of warmth coursed through them with each step, the passion that they concealed was slowly seeping through the cracks.

The song had ended, and as Ben pulled her in, their lips mere inches away, she pulled away muttering something under her breath before storming out, Jill and Landon sharing a look of confusion before Landon asked, " Did you say something? "

Jill sighs, " I’ll talk to her "

He shakes his head before replying, " No, I’ll talk to her "

Ben follows her out to find her leaning up against her car. " Love? "

She blows a soft breath before she finally looks up at him and that's when he noticed her tear stained cheeks which caused his heart to twinge in ache, " I hate you "

" Love, don't say that " Ben sighs in complete dejection.

" No! " She cried — blinking away the tears. " I waited and waited for you to notice me when all you did was brush me off in favor of those pretty girls that come your way, hell you’d ignore me the second you get a girlfriend, our mums could even see it but you … you continuously broke my heart and I … " she laughs softly, " It still beats for you, this stupid battered heart still beats for you "

He tried to approach her only for her to back away, causing him to frown.

" I can’t do it " She sighs walking to the driver’s seat. " Goodbye Ben! "

He watched as she had driven away with a large portion of his heart — as he dejectedly returned to the studio with an enormous amount of ache, Jill said with a concerned tone. " What happened? "

" I lost her " He whispers.

" Ben, mate … no " Landon tried to assure him.

He offers the couple a sympathetic smile before adding, " No, it’s ok "

____

The ceremony was picture perfect from start to finish — everyone gathered at the church to celebrate Landon and Jill who lovingly expressed their emotions with Ben and her standing behind the bride and groom respectively, while she was engrossed in the beautiful sight, he was engrossed entirely in how ethereal she looked in the baby pink gown that complimented her features — and it was at the reception party that he finally decided to confess his feelings.

Only to be stopped by the heart aching sight of her and Freddie together.

Landon suddenly approached him then murmurs, " Mate, go up there and talk to her "

He sighs, " she doesn’t want to talk to me "

" No, she does … Freddie is gay " Landon said.

He raised a brow, " What? "

Landon laughs — " You didn’t know, Jill had mentioned it during the rehearsal dinner "

He tries to think back to that day yet it seems that he’d been too engrossed in looking at her that he failed to listen to anything, " So he’s not …? "

" No he’s not … now please for the love of god, stop being a party pooper and go " Landon had to practically shove him towards her.

Ben tentatively made his way towards her just as Freddie excused himself, she turns to him then says. " Came to make sarcastic remarks and make me feel bad? "

" No, I came to say that I’m an idiot, a complete bafoon, a meat-head, a bone-head, an ar— " He stopped midway when her hand was up.

" I get it … go on " She said with a ponderous sigh.

" I’m sorry love, I’m really truly fucking sorry " He said with an apologetic tone, " I wish I can go back time and undo those three years but I’d been so caught up with football that I forgot that you matter just as much, if not more important than football "

" Ben, don’t say that " She said with a soft tone.

" No, just … just hear me out " He said with an equally soft tone, " You know what these three years taught me, it taught me that the one girl who’s been there for me when times were rough, the one girl I could count on to cheer for me during the academy matches, the one girl who kept me in line when things got overwhelming, the one girl that owns my heart is … you "

" Ben " She sighs dejectedly.

" I love you, I really fucking love you " He said, " If you’d let me, I’d make you the happiest woman there is "

Before she could respond, they hear the guests gathering, she says. " Jill’s gonna throw the flowers "

They walk up to the crowd and then — as if fate had intended for it to happen, the bouquet of flowers lands directly in her hands as the guests clap for her.

She looks at Ben and says, " I guess this is the answer to your question "

He grins, tugging her in for a soft passionate kiss that spoke volumes in regards to their bond — and though, despite not wanting to give in, this journey to the past had brought them back together.

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kinda shy | ben chilwell

part II of pillow talk

request: “Pt 2 when they’re back in London and they both have distanced themselves from the cup?? AHHHH I just can sense chillys “oh I wanna show interest but I’m kinda shy and thinking about what she said” type thing. Like being cautious about his next move…, or her next move idk??? Either way this piece was incredible!!” warnings: none word count: 681 masterlist | requests are open!

After long physio sessions, Ben was finally home. The Club World Cup title and the trip to the Emirates were cool, the celebration was gigantic, but soon they had to return to London and with the return was also his physio routine after his knee surgery. A few days had passed, and his recovery was going well, but what really didn't get out of his head was his night with Y/N. He had her number saved on his phone and thought about calling or texting like he said he would, but every hour he would come up with something to do to put it off.

They had followed each other on Instagram and every now and then Chilwell was checking out her pictures and stories, but he found it kind of ridiculous because he had the mood to spend minutes of his day on Y/N's profile, but not to call her. Not that he didn't want to be with her again, he really wanted to show interest, but something was making him a little shy, wondering what she was going to say. He didn't even know if Y/N remembered him, maybe she got tired of waiting and could even be with someone else already.

He was sitting on the couch in his living room after having a nice shower with Oscar by his side. The dog was lying with his head on his owner's lap, receiving affection from one of Ben's hands. He stood like that for a while, his hand tingling, until he decided to fuck off and dial the number Y/N had saved there.

She answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" Her voice was soft on the other end of the line, Ben coughed weakly to allow his voice to come out.

"Hi, it's me." He scratched his throat, looking at Oscar as if asking for help.

"Me who?"

"Ben." He paused. She had to remember him. "Chilwell. Ben Chilwell."

"Oh, hi Ben." Chilwell wondered if Y/N was smiling as he said that. He would bet he was. The way she spoke his name gave the impression that she sketched a smile.

"Good to know you remember me." It was really good, almost a relief.

"Of course I remember, but I really didn't think you were going to call anymore."

"I'm sorry for the delay." He whined, hoping that wasn't the reason for the misfortune of all his chances.

"It's okay."

"I really wanted to call you, I really wanted to, but I still didn't know quite what to say." He gave a weak laugh, wanting to cut the tense mood, and I could swear Y/N let out a little air through his nose as well. "I get kind of shy sometimes, I didn't want to be a jerk." Ben confessed feeling his hands getting sweaty, he couldn't remember feeling so nervous, even more so talking to a woman he had already slept with once.

"Cute." Maybe she would have given him another smile, but it was what she said next that surprised him. "Well, I went to a Chelsea game last week, I looked for you, but you weren't there. I was thinking of calling you on Instagram, but since you said you were going to call, I was afraid I'd get dumped." Laughter. Ben laughed, too. He would never blow her off.

"Really? Did you look for me?"

"Yes."

Now he was really happy to hear that the interest was not just coming from one party.

"Unfortunately, I'm not playing because of a knee injury," he said.

"That's too bad."

"Yeah, I'll be out for a while longer." He lamented more to himself than to her. It was awful not to be able to play, but at that moment there wasn't much he could do. "But we can still watch. Do you want to go to the next game with me?"

"Sure!" Ben smiled at the speed and excitement Y/N used to answer. "I'd love to."

"Then I'll text you all the details, is that okay?"

"Yes, but only if you promise me you won't disappear again."

"I wouldn't even be crazy."

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Beautiful - Ben Chilwell

Who: Ben Chilwell Prompt: "Have you always been this beautiful?" Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

Just a few days ago you had broken your ankle when falling off your bike, so you had your lower leg in a cast and walked with crutches at the moment. You had promised Ben already weeks ago that you would come to Stamford Bridge to watch Chelsea's match of tomorrow against Arsenal. The cast on your leg made that you could only wear sweatpants, though, and suddenly you weren't so sure anymore that going to the stadium was such a good idea. 

"Please, babe." Ben cupped your face between his hands when you told him. "Everyone will understand it’s because of the cast." "But I’ll look hideous," you pouted. "No, you won’t." Ben smiled. "Besides, I’ve got just the thing for you."

He disappeared into the bedroom for half a minute, and returned with a pair of his long-legged Chelsea training pants. "At least you’ll be in style with these on," Ben smirked, handing the sweatpants to you. You eyed them doubtfully. "Oh, I don’t know…" "Come on, have a little faith in me," Ben winked, "I know these will look great on you."

You hesitated for a second longer, but finally decided to at least try them on. "Alright," you agreed, "but if I look like an idiot, I'm not going tomorrow." Ben cocked his head to the side, smirking cheekily at you. "Fair enough."

You returned a few minutes later, showing Ben how his training pants looked on you. They were somewhat on the large side for you, but otherwise, you had to agree, they could look worse on you. 

"So? What do you think?" You asked hesitantly.  Ben looked you up and down with a loving smile on his face. "Have you always been this beautiful?" He grinned, coming over to give you a kiss.  "Stop it," you chuckled.  "No, I’m serious." Ben wrapped his arms around you in a comfortable embrace. "After seeing you like this tomorrow, I'm sure every Chelsea fan will want this look."

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i received a dm for this one not an ask but it was from this list.

enjoy. hopefully.

and to give you a heads up, it's smutty.

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you'd felt tense at work every day this week. getting dressed in the morning had felt like far more weighed you down than just the simple fabrics that you'd pulled over your body and you'd found yourself longing to be home and wishing your shift away until finally, the clock hands hit the end of your shift time and finally, you were free for a handful of hours again until your head hits the pillow and you don't have to worry about what happens on shift.

you'd longed for a release, a way to stop you thinking and just escape everything and right now, Ben is achieving that. there's not a single coherent thought in your head as he snaps his hips to the curve of your ass, his dick deep within your pussy with every fluid motion. he fills you repeatedly as his hands hold onto your waist and in turn, holding you in place - not that you want to wriggle out from under his grasp. you want to stay there for as long as you can, feeling every inch that he pushes inside of you.

his fingers stroke over your bundle of nerves once, twice, three, four and many more times until you lose count. until you're unable to count because of the way he fucks into you.

"is this what you wanted?" Ben asks, timing his thrusts with every two strokes of your clit.

you can't answer, your mouth feels as though it's not co-ordinating with your mind, but then again. there's nothing there either.

"i asked you a question," he says, his tone short with you now and all you can manage is a feeble "yes."

"yes what?"

you open your mouth to answer him properly, but in it's place is a whimper that is far too loud.

"Ben, they're in the other room." your words are barely out before you curse and bite down on your lip to try and muffle another low groan. Ben having "boys nights" weren't uncommon but today, you could have done without this. you weren't wrong though, only a thin wall separates you from some of his friends and teammates as they sit in the "man cave". you can hear their laughter, catching occasional words and sentences from their conversations and hear the music playing as your boyfriend continues to fuck you into next year.

you can feel his body covering your back, warmth radiating from him both penetrating you and pressed against you. "you'll have to be quiet then, won't you?" he whispers in your ear, lips so close that as he speaks they brush against the shell of it.

from this angle, he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can, barely pulling more than two inches back out of you before he's pushing back in again, ensuring that you're fully stuffed with as much of his cock as possible.

the combination of his thrusts and the way that his fingers work against your clit is simply heavenly. had you not been bent over the utility room unit, you might have buckled from the way your thighs tremble and your knees threaten to give out from underneath you.

"m'not stopping until you've cum," Ben tells you. "don't care if they hear. don't care how long i have to keep doing this." with each sentence he bottoms out, pushing every inch of his cock into you and pausing there so you can feel him throb against your cervix and sensitive, puffy walls. "gonna need at least two before i leave this room."

usually you'd think he was being optimistic but your first was well on it's way and the second wouldn't be too far behind if he keeps his rhythm the way it is. if he does, he won't be wrong about his friends hearing either but right now, it's a small price to pay to forget about this week.

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Ben Chilwell Imagine | five

Author’s note: For today I had planned to post another imagine with Ben because I'm finishing a story with him and getting new content has kept me inspired, but then that photo came out, and like happened to many others, I had to write something with it 😅 This is basically the idea I wrote on the tags when I rebloged the photo on Monday. You are attending a wedding together, and he has to keep waiting for you because you don't know how to walk in heels. Hope you like it and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ben, can you please slow down?"

"If I walk slower we are gonna be late."

"But I… fuck" I say when my ankle twist for the millionth time. 

"Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine. But slow down a bit."

"Fine" he sighs, turning to look at me. "You look like Bambi."

"What?"

"Do you remember Bambi on the ice? That's you right now" he chuckles.

"You are so funny, Benjamin" I say while rolling my eyes, my ankle almost doing the same movement.

"Come here" he says, offering me his arm. "If we are late for the ceremony, my mum is going to kill us."

"Sorry."

"Why did you choose to wear heels when you don't know how to walk in them?"

"Because I'm already wearing a suit for a wedding instead of the ugly dresses everyone does, and I didn't want to stand  out even more" I explain. 

"Suits are hot."

"You tell me. You look bloody gorgeous, Ben."

"Thank you" he smiles. "But so do you."

"Yes, Bambi on a suit" I say, my ankle dangerously twisting again despite Ben's help. "Why did they have to marry in the old town?"

"It's pretty" he shrugs.

"And a deathtrap" I reply, looking down at the cobblestones.

"Wait until you see where we are having dinner" Ben's sister says behind us.

"Is it bad?" I ask.

"Grass" she says.

"You are fucked, Bambi" Ben laughs.

"Ok, that's it. I'm done."

"What are you doing?"

"Taking these off" I say, letting go of his arm and getting rid of my heels.

"You can't walk barefoot into the church" he laughs again.

"Watch me."

"Bambi, you can't."

"Don't call me Bambi!" I say, hitting him with one of my shoes.

"Sorry, sorry" he laughs. "Don't need to get violent."

"Guys, we are gonna be late" Ben sister's says. 

"The bride isn't here yet. I have time to go back to the car and change into the sneakers I have on the boot."

"You can't go back to the car barefoot" he says. "It is too far away."

"Well, I'm not wearing these torture devices again."

"Guys, c'mon. We are going to be late and mum is going to get pissed" his sister insists.

"Ok, fine" Ben sighs. "I'll run to the car and get them for you."

"Will you do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you, Bambi" Ben smiles, taking the shoes from my hand before I'm able to hit him again and running away.

"Oh the things we do for love" his sister chuckles. 

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"Ok, I'm back" Ben says, trying to catch his breath.

"And right on time. The bride's car is coming."

"Then hurry up."

"I'm going as fast as I can" I say, tying up my sneakers. "Ok, done. How do I look?"

"Beautiful… Bambi" he smirks.

"Urgh" I say, rolling my eyes. "Let's go inside, the bride is coming."

"But wait, how do I look? " he says, running a hand through his hair.

"Stupidly gorgeous. C'mon."

"Aren't you going to say thank you or something?"

"For what?" I ask.

"I don't know. I just ran all the way down and then up again so you could change your shoes. I deserve something."

"Thank you for my shoes, Benjamin."

"Nah, not enough" he says, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer to him. "I deserve something else."

"Like what" I ask, running my hands through his hair and trying to make it look a bit more presentable even if I love it when it is all messy.

"A kiss."

"Ben…"

"A kiss. One kiss and I promise I will stop calling you Bambi."

"Promise?"

"Promise" he smiles. "Just one kiss."

"Ok, fine" I smile back before kissing him.

"Excuse me" someone says behind us.

"Oh, shit, uncle" Ben says, his cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "We didn't see you there."

"We can tell" his cousin giggles. "Were you waiting for me?"

"We…"

"We were, yes" I say, Ben's cheeks now bright red. "They asked us to check if you were coming, the groom was getting impatient."

"And you got bored of waiting, didn't you?" she smirks.

"We… sorry" Ben chuckles. "We should probably go inside and…"

"Yes, you should" his uncle says.

"Ok… umm… You look beautiful, cousin. He's gonna love it."

"Thank you" she smiles. 

"We should get going, Ben. We don't want your mum to get mad at us" I say, taking his hand on mine.

"Yes, yes. We… ok" he mumbles, starting to walk and tripping with a flower pot.

"Careful there, Bambi" I laugh.

"Bambi?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, Bambi. Now let's go" I smile before walking into the church, Ben's cousin giggling behind us. 

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @a-little-bit-rascal

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Y/N was a firm believer of fate, that whatever occurs was predetermined for her - and apparently going through two heartbreaks seemed to be the case, and while it does not seem that big of a deal to some, for her it was; as her heartbreaks were plastered online for everyone to see, Y/N was no ordinary girl, she'd been fortunate to break through the industry as a popular actor and dancer which had garnered her a sizable following, the exact following that saw her break down and come undone only to rise and get straight to work not allowing herself to fully grief the heartbreak until she was in her hometown, and yet somehow, after those heartbreak she was blessed, and it all started the day she had been invited to attend Wimbledon.

She was seated next to a handsome brunette man, around her age dressed in an all black casual yet stylish ensemble, with sunglasses over his eyes, and it wasn't until he removed them that she realized exactly who he was - Chelsea and England's star, Ben Chilwell.

The pair exchanged small talk which quickly formed into a conversation after the event as they exchanged numbers, Ben had even taken the initiative by asking her out on a date, then another and another when time was possible, yet in the midst of those six months nearing seven, they'd never discussed the possibility of becoming anything more than just two adults casually spending time together, while she didn't fault him for not labelling their relationship ( that's if it's a relationship ) she couldn't help but feel lost.

She knew she liked him, quite a lot yet the fear of abandonment, or worse, being dumped for the third time took over, hence why she never brought it up, firmly believing that Ben didn't see them going as far as they can.

Except he did.

You see, while Y/N was stressing over the prospect of them going far in their relationship, Ben was so enamored by her that his England teammates were the unfortunate victims of his affinity for the dancer, particularly James Maddison.

" Mate " James interjects, " I know you're obsessed with her, but for the love of all that is holy, stop! "

It was then that Ben realized that he had been oversharing a bit too much, " Sorry bout that " he murmurs.

" It's fine " James said, " I understand how you feel, I mean I was like that when I first met Kennedy, and here I am, three kids in and happily in love " he grew silent before smiling, " I have an idea, why don't we invite her to come? "

" I don't know mate, she's probably busy " Ben shrugs, as he knew she had a tight schedule of performances and the fact that he didn't want to scare her by making such a big move.

" Listen, Kennedy won't be able to come because she has to watch over the kids, I'll ask her to phone Y/N and see if she can come to Poland instead " James said, then adds with an eye roll, " If she says yes, you will man up, ask her to be your girlfriend and hopefully, get me out of my misery "

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This is ludicrous, she shouldn't have allowed herself to be persuaded like this yet here she was, at the airport in the small shop looking at something to get for Ben - all the while she was debating if she should just walk out and miss the flight, her thoughts were soon broken by a familiar sound, she looks up to see Aine May in front of her, the girlfriend of Ben's teammate, Conor Gallagher.

" Y/N " Aine May smiles, embracing her before frowning. " You alright? "

Y/N attempted to wave it off with a smile, " Yeah, I just - I was looking for something to get Ben before the flight and I ... " she trails off and swallows the lump in her throat, " Am I making the right choice? I mean, we aren't even serious and here I am acting like a girlfriend " she chuckles.

The blonde girl shakes her head, " Show me your ticket? "

Y/N complies, giving her the ticket; Aine May grins, " we are literally sitting next to one another, come on, I'm getting a new cologne for Conor since he finished his last one "

They spent the next hour roaming through to get what they felt was fitting, and then boarding the flight. Y/N's mind felt messy, yet Aine May assured her that she'll be fine, that Ben would be happy to see her as several of the other WAG's would be there, the only thing she can hope for was that Ben would be happy to see her, otherwise ... this will be a terrible idea.

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( I know England flopped in the match but let's pretend they didn't )

The teams were in the tunnel, Ben stood behind James - and while he tried his best to focus, his brain draws back to Y/N and when James turned to him, he sighs. " Mate, relax! " he said, Ben sighs and shakes his head, " I should have asked her to come, I mean ... I miss her a lot, I know I sound like a sap but it's true "

" Yes, you do sound like a sap " James sighs softly, " Now, focus on the game and who knows, maybe she did come, I mean Kennedy didn't say anything but you never know " he shrugs.

They were ushered out onto the pitch, and Ben opted not to dwell on Y/N and instead try his best to pour his focus onto the upcoming match - they'd taken the pictures and were then dispersed onto the pitch in their assigned positions, the first half was definitely intense for England as clearly Ukraine were attempting their best to score early and unfortunately they'd done just that, the goal had definitely placed a damper on them throughout the first half up until the extra minutes when they walked in.

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Y/N was able to catch the end of the first half and was heartbroken seeing the dejection on Ben as well as the England players as they had hoped not to concede, she took her seat next to Aine May who filled her on what happened earlier, the pair continued to chat until the second half began which seemed to pan out better for England who had thankfully equalized the scoresheet thanks to Kyle Walker's goal.

At around the 58th minute, England were awarded a corner which Ben jogged up to the corner to perform, and right then; he looked up and saw her, his face lights up almost instantly and just then, he turns around executing the corner which thankfully had the ball pushed into the net by Jude Bellingham thus granting England the lead over Ukraine, and provided them with momentum to keep the match in their favor until the very end.

Aine May nudges Y/N to alert her of Ben running over to greet her, what she didn't expect was to be greeted by a warm embrace followed by a soft kiss that radiated a deep sense of longing, " I missed you so much " Ben whispers.

" Yeah? " Y/N beams.

" Thank god you're here " James interrupts them, " He was driving us mad with how much he missed you " he laughs.

" Finally mate " Jude yells with a laugh.

" God knows how long we had to sit and endure him sapping over how much he missed her " Declan joins in.

" Stop it you two " came the voice of their captain and friend Harry Kane, " it's not his fault he's in love " he chuckles.

" But he had us wanting to drive heads up the wall Haz " Jude groans.

" Yeah, plus we couldn't sleep well " Conor said.

Y/N looks at Ben who blushes, " That bad huh? "

" You can't even imagine " Ben chuckles.

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[axelakim]

Title: Regret

Pairing: Ben Chilwell X Reader

Content: angst, fluff

You and ben have been a couple for about 4 years now. Both of you really love and understand each other, moreover for the past 1 year, you two can not be separated from each other because you have moved to Ben's house and that what makes you two more and more in love.

The season chelsea have been through was not really good. The club end up in 12th place in pl rank and there are lots of rumour of his teammates gonna go to another clubs, that's the reason why Ben always get home angry and not in the mood for the past 1 month. Like today, the traning session went well but the match wasn't. Chelsea lost 2 points against Liverpool, you've watched the game at home because youre working and got into some of accident when you were buying coffe at the supermarket across the office till your left palm wounded but u said to Ben that u just feeling a bit sick so you can't make it to the pitch. So you just waiting for Benji to reach home in the livingroom.

Not long after that, you heard your boyfriend opened the door and having such a disappointed and tired look in his face.

"Hei benjii, are u okay love?" while hiding ur left hand

"Yea i'm fine" he didn't even give you kisses when you welcome him.

He directly went to the kitchen and open the fridge "Why the hell there is no food in here? You didn't cook?" he asked

"No im sorry, i didn't cook because im feeling unwell and i just wanted to got home directly on my way home"

"Oh yea right" hearing him just responding u like that is kinda hurt but u dont want to make him more stressed out, so you just ignore it

"Should i cook for you? or we just order some food? what do you want?"

"No need, ill order it later by myself" while putting his dirty clothes in the basket

"Eum how are you today? any stories?" you asked wanted to know more about his day

"You still asking me? you saw me lost right, fucking lost and here you are still asking me about how am i, dont play dumb Y/N you already know how terrible i am now, if you want some attention the answer is not now"

this is the first time he snapped at you, his whole face turning red

Your heart was aching but again u just hold it

"Can u chill out? I just want to know more about my boyfriend's day. Is that so wrong?" holding up your tears

"Yes its so fucking wrong, youve already saw me lost today and u still asking me about my day, and always asking me the same annoying questions when i get home" he answered

"Oh so im the one who is wrong here huh?" you replied

"Yeah because you always so chatty about many things, this and that and also annoying"

You continued, "well maybe your decision to asked me move out with you was wrong then huh?"

"Kinda regret it indeed" he said it cold and went upstairs to your shared room

You frozen for a second hearing what he said, u just went blanking and dont know what to do. Your heart is aching so much, the questions youve always asked him that you consider it as an act of caring but ur boyfriend seemed didn't really happy about it. You always have his back and support all of the things he does but seems it is not enough for him.

You decided to put your jacket on and take your car's key. You told your security at home to open the gate and said to him that you just wanted to go to the supermarket.

After ben done showering, he went downstairs to check up on you because he felt guilty about the argument earlier but you weren't in the living room so he tried to find you in the guest bedroom but u also weren't there, he tried to call your name

"Y/N.... Y/N, are u here babe?" all around the house but he didnt find you

Then he heard some knock on the door, he thought it was you but it turned your best friend, Camilla.

" Omg you camilla, i thought it was Y/N"

"What shes not home? where is she ben?"

"Shes home when i arrived then after i showered shes gone"

"You should find her, her car missing i thought u used it but youre here and her hand wounded because of this morning accident, she really need a rest, im so worried rn"

"What? what accident? she didnt tell me anything? oh my lord, i messed up real bad, fuck it"

"Dont you say youve had some argument earlier ben?" camilla narrowed her eyes

"Yes yes we had it okay, and it was kinda really bad camilla, she must gone because of it, ,im so stupid, ill go find her rn"

"Damn it you chilwell, find my friend rn or you dead with me!"

They both go out to the security guard and asked about you, its almost midnight and you havent even come back home. Ben really worried about you and getting more stressed out. He called you so many tjmes but seems you have blocked his contact, then he called all of his friends and bodyguard acquaintances to find you. He also went to all of your favorite places but still he didn't find you. He drove his car with tears coming down on his cheek, he really regret what he have done to you, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. You are his princess, best friend, and also partner in everything, how could he be so mean, how could he let anger overwhelm him.

Its 3.30 am, hes still on the road till he got a call from a guy name Franky his bodyguard acquaintances, he said he found u because u use your credit card to stay in a hotel. Ben directly went to that hotel and asking your room number to the receptionist, glad that he knew ben and knew that you are his girlfriend so he let him to have the spare key.

Ben already there, in front of room 305 your room. He got in and found the silent and dark room. He turned on the light and saw you slept peacefully on the king size bed. He saw your puffy face and traces of tears that still wet on your cheeks. He checked your wounded palm too, looking at you like this made him really felt terrible rn.

Benji checked your silent phone and found so many missed calls from him, camilla, and others. Benji sent text to camilla first to tell her that youre okay. After that he just lay beside and hugging you till he fell asleep.

In the morning you awake and realized youre not home, but u felt someones arm hugging u from behind, u wanted to shout out at first but then u recognize the hand and also the tattooes. ITS MR CHILWELL.

You try to get up and let go his grip slowly, but Benji noticed.

"Hi baby" u just silent at his raspy voice, youre mad at him but also missing him sm at the same time.

"Hey i know you awake love, come here, let me see your face"

You try to hold ur body but u cant, he managed to turn your body to face his. His face looked so calm now not like last night. He smiled at you for a awhile.

He suddenly kiss your lips and u wipe it

"Huftt i know u must be really mad at me rn, im sorryy babe, i messed up"

"Oh you call me babe now?"

"Sorry sorryy Y/N, babe, i really regret what i did to you last night, im sorry, i let my emotion took control of me" he pleaded

"Yea" that was all u said, tried to get up from his tight hands around you

"No no youre not going anywhere" he said

"Huftt... i dont know Ben, im really dissappointed at you right now. The way u treated me last night make me feel like u dont love me anymore. You really know it well that i dont like when people raised their voice on me especially the people i love, you" u said it in tears

"Baby i know, i know you we've been together for 4 years. I really know it well, im sorry that i treated you like youre somekind of punching bag to me. It was just the effect of bad season and the rumour about my teammates, i just really stress and dont know what to do. Instead i let out my anger and bad mood all to you, while all u did for me was just supporting and taking care of me. Im sorry that i called you annoying i didnt mean it. You always such a loving and caring person especially to me , i really lucky to have you in my life. Im the one whos being a dick all the time since the bad season coming for chels" he said it all in tears also

You touched, you know u shouldnt go easy to him after he breaking ur heart like that. But you love him and you know frpm the deep down of your heart that he really didnt mean it. He even put so much effort to find you. You sighs and continue

"I know, you just stressed out but im here as your partner to comfort you, taking care you, hearing you, and loving you okay not a place for you to let out your anger out. I just wanted to support you Ben in every obstacles on your life, dont get it wrong. And ya maybe sorry if im being too much chatty in your house too, ill try reduce it"

"Love noo, its our house not my house. Its ours not only mine, and no youre not chatty im sorry you just wanted to take care of me and please do it for me" he smiled wiping off your tears

"I really regret my act last night, give me one chance to make us better" he continued

"Um noo" you answered

"Baby what do you mean no" he afraid of the possibility of breaking up and losing you

"Are you not gonna forgive and give me a chance?" he panicking

"I do give you a chance but i cant forgive you yet" you said "It was just too much for me, you know it right?"

"Okay okayy, im glad to hear that thank you sweet" he kissed you

"How do i make it up then baby?"

"With a rope and handcuffs maybe?"

"Oh you want to have playtime? thats easy babe. We just need to get home first"

"Yea playtime but this time im not the one whos being tied and hancuffed"

"You mean me?? hell no" benji refused it

"Okay then no sleeping with me for the next 1 week" you threathen

"Noooo, okay okay babyyy im down for it, youre the dom for tonight's playtime" he smiled

"Yayyy and can i ask one more thing again?"

you pleaded with puppy eyes

"Anything for my baby"

"Can you accompany me to watch barbie and going shopping for barbie related things?"

"Yes you can love, its easier than to be a sub for a playtime" he carresed your cheek

"Now can you forgive me now? I need an official statement from you"

"Yeaa kindaaa"

"I take it as a yes princess, and dont ever you call me Ben again, its terrifying"

You indeed never call him by his real name its always Benji, love, baby, babe, etc, because if you call him by his real name he knows it well that he has messed up real bad with you and he didnt like that also.

"And btw why u didnt tell me about thi" ben asked pointing to your wounded hand

"Dont want u to be worried to much at me while youre on the pitch" you smiled innocently

"Love u have to tell me okay, im sorry i didnt even paying attention to it"

"Its okay, im okay now"

"Have you bring it to the doctor?"

"Yes i have, yesterday and she said its totally okay, i just need to treat it well and change my bandages"

"Hmm i see, lets get home right now and take care your wound okay, you also owe me a story of this little accident"

"I will tell u in car, lets get out pf here right now benjii, im hungryy"

"Lets goo, but kiss me first and say i love you baby"

"Why?? u always like it when i call you Benji"

" I like it but baby is more special to me, also just want to make sure you really forgive me :)"

"I forgive you Mr.Ben Chilwell" you kissed him in a passionate kiss, quite long kiss the you two pull out

"And i really love you baby, thats the reason why i cant stay mad at you" rub your nose against his

"But promise me you will never do that again?"

"Promise princess, i will make you happy, im sorry about yesterday alright love? I really regret it, i love you so much"

You two once again pull in for a kiss and then checked out from the hotel and going home.

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