#ben chilwell one shot

[neverinadream]

Whatever The Captain Wants

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Summary: Whatever the captain wants, the captain gets...even if it means getting it in an empty closet.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Requested: Chillycepts

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut, nsfw, forbidden relationship, ben chilwell x co-worker!reader (club photographer!reader), sneaking around, slight sub!ben, pet names (baby, my captain...), praise, oral (male receiving), talks of cum, not edited, its a short one

Notes: so this is like an unofficial part two to an unofficial part one that can be found here. it's a small one but ben looked fucking gorgeous today!! feedback is always appreciated 🫶🏻

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"We haven't got long," you rush to speak, Ben's breath coming out ragged as you take charge, pulling him into the empty closet. A rush of excitement fills you both at the thought of being potentially caught by one of his teammates or another member of staff, leaving a giggle to slip unexpectedly from your lips. "I think there's a switch somewhere," you mumble, blindly searching the for a light switch, your fingers scraping against the wall with no success.

"Forget it," Ben mumbles, cupping your face to pull you closer. A concoction of smells like rain, sweat, mud and wet grass all clung to what little of his kit remained on his body, but you didn't care. "Like you said," he pecks the corner of your mouth, teasing you with a kiss you knew you could never have, "we don't have long and I don't want to waste any more time looking for a light switch when I could be using that time to fuck this pretty little mouth." He smooths his thumb over your bottom lip, the little gasp that escapes shoots through him, pulsating along his cock and leaves his balls feeling tighter. "So. Fucking. Pretty."

Kneeling to the floor, his hand follows you, his thumb stroking your cheek as he waits for your next move. "If that's what my captain wants," you purr, moving your face closer to his bulge.

"Say it again." He fists his fingers into your hair and pulls your head back. "Say it."

You give him the dirtiest grin you can conjure up. "My captain." He groans, never knowing two words could make him as hard as he is right now.

His free hand untucks his cock, the thing practically springing out to meet you and pumps himself a couple of times. He tries not to moan too loud as he thumbs the tip, rolling the bead of precum about until it covers the whole head. "Ah," he gasps, his cock meeting your soft lips and feeling them part for him.

Your hand replaces his, wrapping around the base, pumping the lower half of his shaft as your mouth teases the other half. "My captain," you repeat, offering him tiny licks that send shocks of electricity up his spine. He shudders, biting his bottom lip to trap the moan that rockets up his throat faster than he had anticipated. "My sexy, talented captain," you emphasise the 'sexy,' giggling at his lack of patience as Ben pulls your head closer, encouraging you to give him more.

"Fuck-!" There's nothing he could do to stay quiet as you open your mouth and let half of him slide between your lips. He only chuckles at his inability to talk as the wet warmth of your mouth surrounds him. "You're amazing," he finally manages to say, goosebumps breaking out along his arms as you remove your mouth, slurping lazily on the head, before licking along the underside. He shudders. "Do that again, baby." And you do, making him groan louder.

"You're gonna get us caught," you giggle, pumping your hand languidly along his length, before taking him back into your mouth, sucking gently and licking at his tip.

"Can't help it," he bites his bottom lip, trying to cage the guttural groan making itself at home in the back of his throat, "you're just that good!" He squeezes his eyes and tips his head back, slowly rocking his hips to make the moment last. "Oh, fuck-!" He croaks, his grip tightening on the back of your head as you swallow him deeper into your throat. He pulses in your mouth, taking a quick peak in the dark to see your lips wrapped perfectly around the base. "Shit, I'm gonna come."

You moan around him, the vibration running along his shaft and pulsing in his balls.

He bites down on his hand, trying to stay quiet as he finally reaches his orgasm, but a few moans slip out as you keep bobbing you head. His knees buckle together and he has to reach out to touch the nearest wall to stop himself from falling. You take everything he gives you and it's a lot, some of his cum leaking from the corner of your mouth as you try to keep it all in your mouth.

"Fuck, y/n," he whispers your name, panting to catch his breath. His body shudders as you give his cock one last stroke and stand to your feet. Without thinking, he cups your face and crashes his mouth down against yours. The kiss doesn't last long and he pulls away, mumbling, "sorry."

You frown, hoping he doesn't see it. "It's fine," you mumble, blindly searching for the door handle. "It was just one kiss," you try to make up an excuse for him, "done in the moment, it doesn't have to mean anything." You push the handle down, the metal cold against your palm. "I'll go first," you suggest, slipping quickly out of the closet.

He tucks himself back into his shorts and fixes his appearance. "Right" he echoes, running a hand through his hair, "it doesn't mean anything."

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[leviscolwill]

i can see you

pairing: ben chilwell x fem!reader

summary: after you lost your hotel room key you're forced to ask your friend ben to share his bed with you (wc: 1k)

contents: fluff, coworkers au / workplace romance, idiots crushing on each other, one use of y/n sorry 🏃‍♀️

notes: please be indulgent w this,, i haven't written in 2 years so i'm a bit rusty. also english is not my first language so my apologies for any grammar mistakes that will make you want to gouge your eyes out. reblogs & feedback are very veryyyyy appreciated as always <3

ps: i tried sum with the dividers tell me if they're ugly asf and i'll delete bc idk how to feel abt them 💀

now playing: i can see you by taylor swift (speak now)

"are you sure you don't mind me staying here tonight ?" you didn't want to force ben into sharing his room, but as soon as you noticed your hotel room card was gone, he offered his room for the night.

"i wouldn't offer if i did."

he had a point. not that you would ever say it out loud, so you simply kept silent. truth be told, today was exhausting, you had to run left and right while every player fulfilled their media duties, and everything felt 10 times more intense in the heat of the summer.

you still felt anxious at the idea of sharing a bed with ben. the line between 'coworkers-that-get-along-well' and 'something more' blurred a little bit too much whenever you were with ben. you'd find yourself looking at him a little bit more than you'd look at other players and thinking about him in a way a friend shouldn't, let alone someone who works for his team should.

"i can practically hear your thoughts you know ?" ben chuckled, he got to know you well throughout the last two seasons you worked at chelsea, well enough to feel you hesitating over the proposal.

"i can sleep on the floor if that makes you more comfortable."

"i'm not making you sleep on the floor when i'm the one who lost my card in the first place" you sighed. you were both adults that could share a bed and not make it weird, right ?

"do you have any spare shirt i could borrow ?" after ben searched through his baggage that seemed untouched since touchdown, he handed you a t-shirt and some shorts.

you made your way to his bathroom after muttering a quick 'thank you'.

you came out of his bathroom battling against his shorts that were still too big even after adjusting them, ben couldn't hide his smile when you walked out in his clothes. he'd imagined you in his shirt more times than he'd like to admit.

"i'll get ready for bed, make yourself comfortable." he said pointing at his bed. thankfully it was more than enough for two people, actually, his bed was probably bigger than yours, perks of being a football player probably.

after staying on your phone to distract yourself from the fact you were sharing a bed with your crush, a very shirtless ben came out of the bathroom and laid on his side of the bed. the only thing that you could do now was hoping for the red on your cheeks to fade as quickly as humanly possible.

to you, it was obvious, he was not nearly as nervous or embarrassed as you were, it almost seemed like he'd done this a million times before. he was laying casually on his phone while you stayed close to the end of the bed, so close you were afraid you might fall at any moment.

but if you could read his mind, you'd find out ben was torn between overthinking about how he better not mess it up, and thinking about who he would tell first that he slept in the same bed as the pretty girl from work he kept rambling about.

"goodnight ben." you said in an almost whisper.

"goodnight y/n" he answered while he tried his best to fall asleep, although all he could think about was how lucky he was.

when you woke up in the morning, you were confused about the unfamiliar setting for the first few seconds but quickly remembered the events of last night. you don't even know what awakened you. was it the sun peeking through the curtains ? the light snoring you could hear coming from above your head ? or the heat of the body laying right next to you ? then you silently panicked sensing how close you were to ben, his head resting on top of your hair, his features soft as he was still asleep.

but you took the time to fully appreciate the moment that was definitely too intimate for two coworkers, or even two friends. listening to ben's heartbeat and tracing his features after freeing yourself from one of his arms that kept you close to him.

after a few minutes he opened his eyes, and stretched, while pulling you right next to him.

"slept well ?" he asked with a tired smile on his face, while his fingers traced up and down your bare arm.

you almost wanted to tell him that you had the best sleep of your life, in hopes that he'll keep you this close for longer, but chose against it.

"yes, slept well, maybe i would've slept even better if you didn't snore this loud"

he faked a offended expression and attacked you with his pillow, messing your hair even more.

"no, no, no, i'm sorry, please stop, i didn't mean that." you tried to plead out of breath.

ben was feeling merciful, he helped you seat up on his bed and you spent about half an hour talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

"i better go to the reception to get a new card." you said while ben watched you collect your clothes with a lovesick smile attached to his face.

"let me know if you lose your new card, i'll gladly share my bed with you again."

with that, you closed ben's door with one last look at him, his messy hair and his (very) unmade bed, smiling to yourself for the rest of the morning.

#phew #coworker ben is the superior trope i fear #ben chilwell #ben chilwell x reader #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell fluff #ben chilwell x y/n #ben chilwell x you #ben chilwell blurb #ben chilwell one shot #football blurb #football drabble #football one shot #football x reader #football x you #football imagine #football x y/n

[captainwans]

★ . . . ❛ ━━ BEN CHILWELL x FEM!READER.

( MASTERLIST! )

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yourinstagram happiest birthday to the love of my life. 🤍 you make me the happiest and brightest girl on earth. i love you with all i am.

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yourbestfriend i beg to differ

benchilwell argue with the wall

yourbestfriend fight me

conorgallagher92 😯

sasha__rebecca ❤️❤️

benchilwell i love you more baby ❤️❤️

masonmount i look a little different there 🤔

joaofelix79 *more like i look different there

yourbestfriend she’s my wife back off

benchilwell stop hitting on my girlfriend 🤨

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username lmao the comment section

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yourinstagram smart sexy studious 😉🧠

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yourbestfriend graduate already i need a therapy session asap

kennedyalexa me too

sasha__rebecca me three

username we love educated women 💕💪🏽

madelyncline smart sexy indeed 🤤

yourinstagram i love you maddie 😚

benchilwell my hardworking woman ❤️

masonmount simp

cmpulisic simp

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username i aspire to be like you one day ❤️

yourinstagram you’re so sweet 🥹🫶🏼

reecejames do we get a discount for therapy? 👀

ameliadimz we better 😫

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yourinstagram my girls = me, myself & i 🧚🏼✨

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sophiaamelia had the best night ever 🤍

aninemaykennedy love you doll 🫶🏼

sasha__rebecca we need to do it again 🙈💕

yourinstagram agreed 🤩

username i’m curious of who she is dating 👀

masonmount i’m curious too 😃

rlc me too

cmpulisic me three

yourbestfriend she’s dating me y’all

benchilwell i beg to differ

yourbestfriend i will boil your teeth back off chilly 😡

reecejames 😨😨

username omg she’s bens gf

yourinstagram 💕🤭

yourinstagram yourbestfriend behave

yourbestfriend tbh what do you even see in him when you can get the whole package 🤩

benchilwell the only package she’s getting is an empty box

kaihavertz29 this is so brutal me and soph are dying from reading all the comments

sophiaamelia it’s true kai’s crying on the kitchen floor 😭

laurenfryer_ how did we go from sweet comments to savage fire??

yourinstagram 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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[mxsonxmountx]

Benjamin James Chilwell ✨boyfriend vibes✨

Part 2

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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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[threelionsgirl]

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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[neverinadream]

Forbidden To Me

Summary: You're forbidden to him but a little bit of touching never hurt anyone.

Pairing: Ben Chilwell x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Own My Mind - Måneskin

Warnings: captain!ben, 18+, minors dni, smut, ehhh....you could probably class this as a forbidden relationship, coworkers (reader works as the club's photographer), dom!ben, sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl...), praise kink-ish, fingering, eye contact, aftercare, not edited

Notes: that armband made me feel a lot of things!! i apologise for this being short, i haven't exactly written for ben in a very very long time. did we like it? is what you wanted anon??? anyway, feedback is always appreciated

He pulled the cup of your bra and sucked your nipple into his mouth. "Ben," you gasped, his name coming out like a desperate plea as he bit down on the sensitive skin, leaving a mark in spot where only you could see.

"Already so fucking wet for me, baby," he groans, pushing his hand under your panties. His fingers slip between your slick folds and dragged your arousal from your opening up and over your clit. He loved the way you squirmed underneath him, rolling your hips to chase more friction and the cute whimpers that passed your lips. "You just had to come on this trip, didn't you?" His cock twitches in his shorts and involuntarily fucks the hardened length against your thigh, softly panting against your neck as he kisses up it. "Couldn't have said no?" He nips at your ear.

"I go where the boss wants me," you reply, dragging your fingers through the damp strands of his hair, scratching your nails against his scalp. His eyes flutter shut and he quietly groans, the noise rumbling low his chest. "Besides," you mumble, giving his hair a soft tug to make him look at you, "who's going to make you look pretty in that captain's armband?" Your free hand runs over to spot the white band had been earlier that night, and you bite your bottom lip thinking about the way his bare, tattooed skin had glistened with sweat. A whimper passes your lips and your cunt flutters around the single digit inside you at the thought.

He chuckles low. "Liked it, did you?" He teases, adding a second finger. He hooks them to stroke the soft spot at the front and keeps rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying the right amount of pressure that has you crying his name. "Liked seeing me wearing it?"

"Why do you think I was so wet when you came up here?" You whisper into his ear. "Thought about it so much that I had to touch myself in the shower. Cried your name too as I came."

A giggle dances on your lips as he drops his head into your shoulder, groaning against your warm skin. "Don't say things like that."

"Why not?"

"Because we made a promise to each other-"

"-a very stupid promise-"

"-but a promise nonetheless," he talks over you, disliking the 'no sex' promise you had made in the previous season as much as you did.

He could touch you and you could touch him, but he could never fuck you, or ever ask you out on a date, not unless you both wanted a meeting with the club's HR department. And for now, you had stuck to the promise, even if you were both desperate to experience more.

"You thought about me, huh?" He continues to pump you with his fingers, watching the pleasure build up in your face as you climbed higher to meet your orgasm. He frowned as you closed your eyes. "Eyes open, pretty girl," he instructed, holding your chin, "I want to see exactly how your eyes look when you come apart for me." His eyes poured into yours as you opened them, and you both moaned approvingly.

You whimper, taking a deep breath feeling him slipping in a third finger, and you pulsate around them as he scissors them to fill you up more. "Fucking hell, Ben," you cry, thighs shaking and fisting your hands into the hotel sheets.

"Bet it didn't feel this good, did it? Couldn't take your fingers as good as you take me?" He drops to kiss your forehead. That was another rule: your lips were forbidden to be kissed. "Squeezing me so tightly," he pulls away, bringing his gaze back to your eyes, "ready to come for me?" You nod your head and he tuts. "Say it," he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper, "say: 'I'm ready to come for you'."

You loop your arms around his neck and weave your fingers into the back of his hair. His lips rest against yours as you pull him in closer. "I'm ready to come for you," you repeat his own words, your voice shaking as you struggle to maintain control. You never break eye contact as your orgasm rips through you, and you can barely focus on the words that are coming out of his mouth. You make out "good girl" and "you're doing so well for me," but the rest is history to you.

He collapsed beside you, stroking his fingers gently over the outline of your face. "You look so pretty when you come for me," he murmurs, a smile pinching on the corners of his lips. He props himself up on one elbow and dips to kiss your cheek. "One day, I'm gonna break that promise," he whispers into your ear, pulling away to see your reaction as he says, "have you finally come on my cock and fuck you like you deserve to be fucked."

Heat creeps into your cheeks and you try to wash it away with a deep breath. "But not tonight, Captain," you tell him, tapping your finger lightly against the end of his nose. You purposely added 'Captain' onto the end, giggling once more as he groans and hides his face.

He looks over at the door, knowing he would have to leave soon. "Can I stay a little longer?"

"Sure that's a good idea?" You raise your eyebrow, watching him drag his eyes away from the door and slowly back to you. He shrugs his shoulders. "Fine," you give in, with no persuasion at all, "but I get to be the big spoon."

"Absolutely not!"

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[words-4u]

calvins or nothing

pairing: ben chilwell x model!reader; timothée chalamet x reader (platonic)

warning: slight smut at the end (blink and you'll miss it)

wc: 1.6k

a/n: anyone who knows me knows how i feel about timothée so thank you to @halaxxx, i had so much fun writing this and getting to incorporate my two fav things!

being a model isn’t as glitzy and glamorous as people think it is. It’s a cutthroat industry but for whatever reason, you were lucky enough to have landed in an agency that you loved and book shoots that were exciting. 

today was one of those days.

you were handpicked to shoot with timothée chalamet for his upcoming ‘calvins or nothing’ campaign. you were a huge fan of films so you’ve seen most of his work and loved them. you were told to keep a tight lip on the shoot because of timothée’s high profile so all you could tell ben chilwell, aka your boyfriend of 9 months, was that you were doing an underwear shoot. you might have left out the part that you’d be photographed with another man but there was no point in telling him since you couldn’t even tell him who it was.

at least that’s how you were trying to rationalize it in your head. truth is you didn’t want him to be worried about something he shouldn’t be. this comes with the job and sometimes it isn’t the ideal situation but it has been and always will be strictly professional.

you walked on set wearing your cover-up, just a simple bathrobe, before making your way to timothée who stood by himself scrolling through his phone. there was no way you were gonna spend the next hour with this guy being basically naked and not introduce yourself. he was already topless and in his jeans with his calvin briefs showing. 

“sorry to bother,” you began. “my name is y/n. i just wanted to introduce myself before we started the shoot.” 

his green eyes flicked up from his phone and in one motion he locked it, shoved it in his back pocket and stuck out his hand. “yes, hi! i’m timothée but you can call me timmy if you want.”

you shook his hand and smiled. “it’s nice to finally meet you! i love your films, especially your latest one, bones and all? it was phenomenal.”

he began shaking his head, his loose curls moving freely. “enough enough,” he nervously chuckled. 

“no, i mean it! me and my boyfriend were sobbing at the end of it. you ever seen a professional footballer cry at a film? it’s the funniest thing,” you laugh. yes, you had to make sure you subtly dropped the b-word in case the frenchman had any funny ideas.

“oh that’s sick! not the crying part but the boyfriend being a football player. what club does he play for?”

“chelsea,” you answered with a proud smile.

“you’re lying!” timothée eyes widened. “dude, that’s my team! who is it?!”

you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “It’s ben chilwell.”

“ah, what a guy!” 

“i know!” you sighed with content. “hey! you should totally come to a game whenever you’re back in the city. ben would love you!”

“i think i’d have a fangirl moment,” he whispered jokingly. 

it was then that the photographer announced that she was ready and turned on loud pop music. you took off your robe and handed it to an assistant behind the camera. the only clothing item you adorned was a white calvin klein underwear. this shoot was probably the most revealing one you’ve ever done but breaking the ice with timothée earlier took the edge off a little.

you and timothée stood against a grey backdrop and the photographer started firing off instructions. 

“closer together please!”

“yes! timothée, put your arm around y/n!”

“y/n, press yourself against him!”

you moved closer and put your boobs against timothée’s bare chest with only your nipple pasties creating a thin barrier.

you snaked your arms around his torso and arched your back the tiniest bit. “you can put your hand on my lower back,” you whispered. 

“oh, okay,” he moved his hand to your lower back with his fingers slightly grazing the top of your ass.

“OH YEAH, THAT’S THE MONEY SHOT!” the photographer yelled out which caused you and timothée to break out with laughter.

five outfit changes and hundreds of poses later, you were finally done for the day. you thanked the crew and made sure to grab timothée’s number because he seemed like a genuine guy and you were serious about the invite to a chelsea match.

with photoshoots, unless it’s in a magazine or a runway, you never know when the pictures drop so there wasn’t much time to prepare your boyfriend. to be fair there is never a good time for a man to see pictures of his girlfriend wrapped around another man while topless.

a couple months later, ben was getting ready for training when he felt his phone vibrate. he was getting a couple of twitter notifications so he opened the bird app. one tweet he was tagged in read: @BenChilwell ur gf is sooo hot wtf

ben smiled because he already knew that but the smile quickly faded as he pressed on the tweet and saw what they were referring to.

ben had forgotten how to breathe for a second. he couldn’t believe his eyes. here you were practically naked hugging timothée chalamet, one of the hottest stars in hollywood and one of your favourite actors.

he sat down before the empty locker room started to spin. when was this? why would you keep this from him? did you like being pressed up against timothée like that? did you enjoy it more than you did hugging him?

then rage hit him as he noticed timothée’s hand placement. how dare he placed his hand on your ass like that? didn’t he know that you had a boyfriend?

ben knew he was spiralling but he couldn’t help himself. this was probably the worst time to have seen this (it would have been better if he didn’t at all be honest) right before a full day of training.

he took a few deep breaths collecting himself before tying up his sneakers and heading to the gym. 

you didn't get many off days but when you did, you spent it at home in sweatpants and one of ben’s shirts. your day would have been better if you and ben never left the bed but duty called, the man had training. before he left, ben had made you a cup of tea just the way you liked it and gave you many sloppy kisses so you were content and completely oblivious to the fact that the calvin klein twitter account had put up your photos with timothée and the internet was eating it up.

you had a productive day cleaning the house, getting work done and reading nearly a hundred pages of your book. 

it was nearing 6 p.m. so you made your way to the kitchen, put on some post malone and got to work on dinner you and ben. it was about half an hour later and you were dancing to one of your favourite songs, candy paint, before the music stopped abruptly. 

“wh—oh hi bennny,” you turned around and saw your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen entrance holding your phone.

“i was listening to that, you know?” you shuffled over to him and took your phone out of his hand to resume the song but when you went in to kiss his cheek, he backed away. 

considering he still hadn’t made fun of your dancing and now avoided the kiss, you had a strong feeling that something was off. “babe, what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know you tell me… or better yet i’ll ask timothée, you know, your new mate,” ben’s voice was filled with quiet rage.

“so the calvin klein campaign is out,” you stated.

“yes, it's out. for the whole world to see. and you’re fucking naked!” he was starting to raise his voice which he never did with you. 

“okay, we can discuss this like level headed adults or not at all because i won’t stand for you yelling at me,” you replied. you loved ben with your entire heart but there are some things you wouldn’t accept. “so do you want to talk about it?”

ben rubbed a tired hand over his face and nodded.

“okay, then let’s take this to the couch,” you suggested. you made sure you turned everything off in the kitchen before going to him.

you took a quick breath before you began. “ben my love, i am a model. this is my job. everything and everyone was professional to a t.”

“okay, cool. it’s your job, i get that and i support it, you know i do,"

you nodded because it was true. ben was your biggest fan and supported from the day you two began dating. he catually slid into your dms to tell you you looked great walking down a runway almost a year ago.

"what i can’t support is my girlfriend pressing her naked body on a man she told me was attractive not too long ago,”

“first of all, timmy is a friend—"

“timmy, yeah? you’re on a nickname basis with him?”

“let me finish… second of all, you are right,” you come clean. “i made a mistake not telling you that day because i didn’t want this, for us to argue over something so meaningless. i know now that i was only delaying the inevitable and i am sorry but timothée was nice and respectful and understood my boundaries,”

“boundaries? what boundaries? his hand was on your arse,” he scoffed.

“it was on my lower back,” you corrected him but leaned inro his ear to say, “because my ass is reserved only for you,” 

in a swift motion, ben had managed to pull you into his lap which made you laugh. you ran a hand through his dryish hair. “my ass, my heart. it’s all yours, ben james chilwell,”

he smiled for the first time that day. a relief washed over him hearing those sweat words but ben wanted to make a point. he trailed his fingers up your legs.

“so you’re absolutely not interested in timothée?” he questioned.

“how could i be when i have you?”

“good answer. tell me one more thing,” he said as his fingers made it to the top of your thighs and cupped your heat over your sweatpants. “what about this? who does this belong to?”

you let out a slight moan. “you...only you,”

“that’s what I thought,” he smirked before he captured your lips with a searing kiss. you kissed back with equal force while grinding on his hand.

within a matter of moments, what you two were arguing about was forgotten because all you really wanted to do was be wrapped up in each other.

hope you enjoyed x

p.s. pls look at this ben chilwell edit i found last night WITH A TIMOTHÉE INTRO?! it couldn't be more fitting lmao

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[mattycashyx]

Jealousy - Ben Chilwell

words: 1185

(got this gif from pinterest so credits to that person!)

You and Ben have been together quite some while. You even met his teammates, which you were very nervous about. But it when very well you even made some new friends one of them is Mason Mount. He was the first one to came up to you and talk to you. You had a click instantly and now he’s one of your best friends.

Ben first really liked that you got on well with Mason, but lately he started to get more annoyed about it. You were always hanging out with Mason. It was always Mason this Mason that. Ben felt jealous but also neglected, you were his girlfriend and not masons. You were not aware of his feelings, Ben was quite good at hiding it and he didn’t want to bother you. But it was really showing off on the field he was way more agressive than normal.

You were just happy that you had a new friendship, you were not the best at making friends so when you had one you gave them your full attention. So that’s what you were doing you were giving al your attention to Mason and forgot Ben a bit. You were just so caught up that you didn’t even noticed.

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You were making myself ready to go to Mason, You just finished your make-up when Ben came walking in. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on your cheek. "why are you making yourself ready?" he said with a confused face "I'm going to Mason" you said not looking at. "oh, you never told me" he said with a now disappointed look on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to go" You said. And not long after you left. Ben felt empty and alone. His one girlfriend rather did something with Mason than with him. He didn't want to sit at home and be pathetic so he went to the club whit his friends. He wanted to drink the pain away and to forget everything.

Later that day Mason brought you home. When you came home you where calling Ben's name but you got no answer, he wasn't home. He didn't leave a message for you so you had no idea where he was. You had cald him a few times but he didn't pick up. So you called Mason to ask if he knew where ben was. Mason said he didn't know and that he would try to call Ben to see if you would pick up. But it didn't work.

Meanwhile Ben was having fun with his friends at the club. He was pretty wasted but he didn't care, despite his career was beeing on the line. It was the only way for Ben to stop his thoughts and to forget everything. While Ben was drinking way to much, you were worried sick. You tried to get some sleep because it didn't seem like Ben was coming home. But you didn't get a wink of sleep. Sleeping without Ben was a lot harder, when he is away for a match you always strugle to sleep alone.

But that's when you heard the front door open. You looked at the clock it was 2:30 am, he stumbled through the door. "Ben!" you sreamed while running up to him. You hugged him but he didn't hug you back. "where were you?" you asked but the look in his eyes and his smel of alcohol answerd your question. "you where at the club?" you asked with confusion in your voice. "yes, and stop with al those questions it's making my head hurt" he said to you. He walked past you to your shared bedroom.

You followed him and you saw him laying in your bed. It looked like he was going to sleep but you wanted to talk to him. "Ben please?" you said desperate "go to Mason or something, maybe he wants to talk" Ben said "what do you mean?" you said "go fuck him like you've been doing the past months!" Ben said whit a angry look on his face "Mason and I are just friends! what are you talking about?" you said frustrated.

Suddenly you see Ben trying to get up "i don't feel good" he said while trying to walk to the bathroom. You tried to help him but he wouldn't let you, he was still mad at you. "let me please help" you said. He finaly let you help him to the toilet and he begins to throw up. One of your hands is going through his hair and the other one is laying on his back to confront him.

He rinsed his mouth and looked at you with a sad face "I'm sorry for being mad at you, I was just jealous of you two" he said "no I'm the one who needs to say sorry, I did the past months only things with Mason and I forgot you a bit. But you need to know that I love you okay and you don't have to be jealous" you said "I love you too" he said looking still a bit drunk at you. "I wanna kiss you right now" he said "I'm not going to kiss you, you just threw up" you said. He looked at you with a sad face "please?" he said in his cuttest voice "only on the cheek" you said and you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You two went to bed, and he gave you a kiss on your head. "please don't ever do this to me again, cauze I love you to much to lose you" he said "I won't benji" you said with cloosed eyes. You fell asleep in his arms he had missed this so much.

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You wake up and see Ben still sleeping he looks so peaceful. You give him a kiss on his forehead and get out of bed. You went to the kitchen and made Ben some pancakes. When you finished you take everything to your badroom and you see Ben slowly waking up. "good moring babe" you said to him "good morning" he said in his raspy morning voice. His hand holds his head because he has a headache. You gave him some medicine and some water so he would feel a bit better.

"thank you so much for taking care of me" he said "I'm your girlfriend I need to and I don't mind" you said to him "do you like the pancakes?" you ask him "yes I really like them, worth repeating" he said smiling at you, he looked so cute that your heart was melting. You kissed him on the lips.

"some one thook pictures of you while you where in the club and your coach has seen them, so that's gonna be a hard tryning for you" you said trying not to laugh and you hear him groan.

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I don't know about this one, but it's really hard to write something. At the beginning I have always good ideas but at the end the story ends always different from what I wanted. Anways I hope you liked it.<3

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[nicolesainz]

True soulmates (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of sex, angst, (Lance Stroll is mentioned as the ex boyfriend, sorry to all my Lance girlies)

Summary: what can a footballer give you more that your ex boyfriend couldn’t? what can one find in the arms of an childhood friend?

“Either you tell me the truth or you’ll never see me again!” Lance’s hand was on the door knob, waiting to be unlocked.

“What can’t you understand? Me and Ben are simply friends. I’ve known him my whole life!” I shout to his face, clearly being pointed as the liar once again.

“And that’s the problem! He’s too comfortable around you that thinks he can flirt with you even when I’m in the same room!” He is pulling his hair from frustration, trying not to scream.

“He isn’t flirting! Lance, come on. We’ve been together for two years. Ben is old enough to know what’s right or wrong”

“I tolerated him for two years and that’s enough. If I can’t reason neither of you, then there’s no point in us being together anymore” Lance’s words are bitter. They instantly hurt.

I don’t move. I only let my hot tears run down my cheeks, pooling my eyes and causing them to take a light shade of red.

“Even when we are away at races, he still somehow manages to capture your attention more than I do.”

His words may stab me like a knife but are true. Me and Ben were attached to the hip ever since I can remember. If I am not spending time with my family or Lance, it's definitely around Ben or along with his teammates. When I am with Lance on a race weekend, Ben and I tend to FaceTime a lot, because I skip a lot of his games with Chelsea.

That's when Christian's words echo once again in my brain

"You two are the definition of true soulmates. Completing each other."

"Do I lack in something? Is there something I can't give you that he can? Please tell me, Y/N!" the pleading Canadian's eyes were full in pain and lost all possible faith in me.

Lance has been nothing but an absolute sweetheart to me all those years. Introduced me from the very first moment to his friends, family, fellow f1 drivers. He has made me feel so many wonderful emotions, such as happiness, joy, pride, excitement.

And many more emotions but not one...that is love.

“I’m sorry Lance. I truly am.” I lower my head and let the tears drop on the floor. Why did this had to happen?

I can see his shadow approaching me and his fingers under my chin, raising my head so I can look him in the eyes. He isn’t mad. He looks disappointed and also sad. I feel awful for causing him pain.

“I didn’t want to make you feel like this! I swear if I could turn back time, I-“

“It’s okay. I am the one who’s sorry. I feel like you were wasting your time with me, when you should have been with someone else.”

“That’s not the case Lance! I love you. So very much.”

“Just not the way you love him”

It was the bitter truth. The comfort and security Ben made me feel was like no other. I always knew that my love for him was something special. I just had to bury it deep down and lock it up for the sake of our friendship.

“I know you love me Y/N. And I do too. I’ve spent two amazing years with you. You’ve been immense support to me. When everyone talked shit about me, you were the one to talk them down and defend me. That’s something I’ll forever cherish”

“And I will continue doing so. Whoever ends up in your arms, I hope she’s the one. No matter what, I will be a call away”

Lance wraps me into a final hug. I inhale deeply and close my eyes as I exhale. The pain was out of my body. If I could repay him in any way, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“If you ever feel like coming to a race again, hit me up. I’ll be more than happy to see you around. The guys too.”

“Of course. Keep an eye for me on the paddock. Good luck on everything. Goodbye Lance”

“Go tell him the truth. I’m sure there’s a happy ending awaiting”

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I look the time at my phone, 15:30. Since I was still in Silverstone, I had to travel all the way back to Cobham. He was still in training. I couldn’t show up at his house unannounced.

On the way back, silence is almost deafening so I decide to call the player I know is in practice but will surely pick up

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m coming over Chris. Don’t tell it to anyone and especially Ben”

“Uhhh, aren’t you supposed to be in Silverstone with Lance? What happened”

“I made a huge mistake. To which you helped me realize and Lance”

“Wait, did you guys brake up? And what did I do?”

“Nothing bad Puli. Don’t worry. Just helped me realize the truth”

“Oi, who’s on the phone? New girl captain?” I can hear Ben from the other side of the line, approaching Christian

“I’m hanging up. Don’t tell anyone!” And I immediately close the line. If Ben knew I was coming back he’d start calling me, asking questions I can’t possibly answer from the phone.

There are a million questions going back and forth in my mind right now.

What will Ben say?

Will he laugh at me?

Will he ever talk to me again?

Will we even be friends after this?

Will he hate me?

The list goes on as I finally reach the training center. Now it’s 17:00 and about time they finish practice.

I see Mason with Christian and Ben in the middle of their group. Christian is the first one to eye me, nudging Mason, who has a questioned look on his face.

Finally, Ben realizes his friends have gone quiet and raises his head and my heartbeat too.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” Ben rushes towards me, abandoning Mason and Christian.

“Aren’t you supposed to be two hours away in Silverstone?” Mason asks but before I could answer Christian drags him away

“We will talk later Ben. Text us when you get home” the American says as he walks away with his fellow British footballer, whispering something in his ear

I can’t feel my legs. My throat and mouth are all dried up. My stomach is tangled and my heart is racing faster than any car.

“You’re literally shaking. Did something happen between you and Lance? Did he hurt you?”

“No” is the only word I manage to utter. Great!

“No he didn’t hurt you or no nothing happened?”

“He didn’t hurt me” I can’t even look him in the eyes

“So something else happened?”

It’s now or never!

“We broke up. We had a fight. We ended things in good term and he told me to come here.”

“Why did you guys break up? And is he stupid? He kicked you out?”

“He didn’t kick me out. He suggested I came here and give you some explanations”

“Me? What did I do? Why do I need explanations?”

Oh god. This is horrifying.

“Ben, the reason we broke up is because i don’t love him”

“Oh”

“I love you”

And terror rushes all over my body.

He isn’t saying anything.

I am starting to get even more scared.

“Y/N..”

“I’m sorry Ben. You had to know. It’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same way. First and foremost I want us to remain friends. We’ve known each other so many years that I’d be a pity to ruin everything over a silly thing I said”

“I don’t find it silly at all” he finally says

Ben raises my head by placing two fingers under my chin. Once he takes a look at my teary red eyes and quivering lips, he brings his lips onto mine, placing a soft kiss on them. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. Instead of feeling suffocated, I feel even more alive than before.

It’s a kiss I’ve been dreaming of having with him. No one else but Ben. Years of anticipation and now this happens. Like a dream came true.

“This will sound extremely selfish but I couldn’t wait for the day you’d finally land in my arms” he whispers in my ear as I have my face cupped by his hands

“I couldn’t let myself fall in love with anyone else. Not when you are here. It felt so wrong and unfair.”

“You can’t even imagine how many nights I’ve spent sleepless, wanting to say those three words to you, Y/N”

“You can now”

“I love you. I will love you for as long as it takes. And will continue to do so. I’m sorry for not saying how I feel sooner. I could have had you in my arms way sooner”

“Well, as Christian said, we are true soulmates, so one way or another, we always were together.”

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[captainwans]

LOVE IS (NOT) EASY.

 — B. CHILWELL

pairing: ben chilwell x fem! reader

summary: reliving the harsh words that were shared between the pair, she came to a conclusion that love is definitely not easy.

warning: angst, mentions of curse words, brief injury description, and fluff at the end. happy reading, dolls! <3

word count:  1,4k | ( gif not mine! )

masterlist!

… [Y/N] STARED AT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, her heavy eyes darting across the room with a vacant expression. Her mind relived back to the fight she had with Ben a few hours ago, lingering inside her mind making her want to slam her head against the wall. To say she was having a hard time was an understatement. Her workplace was a literal shitshow, with her boss always nagging and criticizing her every move. One of her closest friends got into an accident, and her important appointments got canceled last minute. At first, she thought speaking to Ben about her troubles would make her feel better, but knowing his critical state, she wasn’t so sure anymore. She thought her situation would get a little better by his presence but instead got a punch in her gut. His words pierced through her chest—like a knife was being held over a fire.

   “You’re having a hard time? Fucking look at me, I can’t even walk properly.” Ben chastised, his piercing stare making her feel smaller.

   She knew how much his knee injury took a toll on him. She’s been by his side ever since he hit rock bottom. From helping him take on his clothes to carrying him on her back— quite literally, was tough on her too, but she loved him to pieces and knew that he couldn’t handle it all on his own. They had their small moments, but this time his words remained glued to her brain, squeezing her skull and making her want to get on her knees and pour her heart out.

   “Don’t do that. Don’t pull your shit onto me, alright? I’m so fucking sick and tired of you blaming everything on me. I gladly let you get vulnerable in front of me, but why can’t I get the same treatment back? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you supposed to do the same thing?” [Y/N] snapped, her tone dripped with spite.

   A lump formed inside her throat and she looked up, her eyes glistening from the light above her. She clenched her jaw, aggressively blinking to prevent any tears to fall. A dark cloud entered her chest, squeezing her lungs making her let out a shaky breath. Her lips grew thin and she loudly sniffled, rubbing her face with her trembling hand.

   Her lips emitted another sigh before opening her mouth, “You can enter the kitchen, you know. It’s your house after all,” she spat, her voice hoarse and dry. She leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched him enter the kitchen.

    A look of shame was etched onto his features, his eyebrows furrowed along with a clutched jaw, and [Y/N] wondered if his jaw would break by how tight it was clenched. She watched him nearing her, his hesitant steps making her heart churn with every breath she took. His bright blue eyes were replaced with shallow and sunken eyes. She watched him open his mouth, but she shook her head.

  “Don’t. I don’t wanna hear it,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but he heard her. She looked into his eyes, her stoic expression slowly turning softer. The corner of her lips pulled down, shaking as she tried to stop the overwhelming emotion from taking over her. She brought a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring through empty space as her mind went into melancholia.

    Ben’s chest tightened, feeling his throat close making him almost choke on air. The guilt was slowly, painfully eating him from the inside and he wanted nothing more than to take his words back, but he couldn’t and that left him with a heavy heart. His brows pulled up, knitting in the middle as he contemplated his next move. He knew she wanted distance, but he couldn’t help but inch closer to wipe away a lone tear from her cheek.

    [Y/N] looked at him, feeling his hand gently drifting to hold the side of her neck as his thumb brushed her jaw. She allowed her body to sink into his warmth, her eyes closing in the process as she reminisced about his touch—oh how much she missed his touches.

   Ben’s lip curved up slightly, slowly inching closer. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and gently titled her head with his hand. He watched her opening her eyes, her glossy eyes avoiding his. He opened his mouth but closed it, his words stuck in his throat. He sighed, his fingers softly drawing circles on her skin.

    As much as she tried to keep it in, she couldn’t and her body betrayed her. She fell into his arms, her arms tightly holding his waist as she let her guard down. She gasped between her cries, making her have a hard time catching a breath. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer to his body as he slowly rocked them back and forth.

    Ben sniffled, hiding his face in her hair, and squeezed her tighter, afraid if she could disappear at any second. He let her pour her heart out, her cries making his heart clench. “It’s okay, darling. I got you.” he whispered into her ear, profusely muttering his apologies.

    She let out a whimper, slowly pulling away. She met his pained expression, his glistening eyes mirroring hers. “I’m sorry, Ben. I-I’m so so sorry.” she stuttered, her voice cracking making him shake his head.

   Ben cupped her face with his hands, his eyes slightly wide at her words. “No, no, baby. I’m the one who’s supposed to apologize. You’re right, [Y/N], I’m your boyfriend. I have one job, and I can’t even do that. Therapy has been hard, along with training, but that doesn’t explain the argument we had. I’m the one to blame, not you. I acted like a complete fool and didn’t take your feelings into consideration. I know you’re in a rough patch right now and you don’t deserve that—any of it. I’m sorry for not being there for you enough like you’re there for me.” He expressed, his voice wavering.

   Hot tears trickled down his face and he quickly wiped them with his wrist. He looked down, a deep scowl forming on his handsome features. Ben sniffled, “It makes me feel like a bad boyfriend. I feel so guilty and horrible at the fact that you put aside your needs aside to make me feel better. It’s not fair, [Y/N]. It’s not fucking fair.” he blubbered, his chin trembling like a child.

     [Y/N]’s eyes softened, feeling her heart bleed. She reached out, brushing his hair away from his face before cupping his cheek. She leaned his forehead against his, her other hand grasping his trembling hand. She pressed light kisses on his knuckles before turning her gaze to him, already meeting his blue eyes lovingly looking at her like a lost puppy.

   She gave him a tired smile, her other hand caressing his stubbed jaw. “You’re not a bad boyfriend, Ben. You’re doing everything you can to make me happy while you’re managing your injury, and that’s enough. I can’t imagine how hard it must feel to not play on the field. It’s your passion—your dream, and it sucks that you can’t be able to engage in the one thing that matters to you the most. I get that, baby. I don’t expect you to return my treatments because I know, very well, that it’s hard for you to do. But maybe a little extra attention would’ve been nice—just you listening would be enough for me.” she admitted, giving him another soft smile, her teary eyes glimmering in the moonlight from the window.

    Ben clenched his jaw, biting his lip to prevent himself from breaking down. He nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and inched closer to feel her warmth. “And I will. I will listen to you, sweetheart. God, I love you so much, [Y/N]. I don’t wanna lose you, ” he breathed, closing his eyes with a grimace, feeling his face bruised from all the crying.

    She grabbed his chin, gently tilting it up as she leaned in. Ben’s eyes closed, his lips brushing against hers as he moved closer. “Oh, honey, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” [Y/N] breathed with a small giggle before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips, which he responded with a sigh as he rested a hand on the curve of her hips, his other hand holding her cheek.

    Ben slowly pulled away, his forehead leaning against hers. His lips curved upwards, a fond smile resting on his handsome features. He planted a chaste kiss on her lips before voicing his thoughts. “Sounds good to me, gorgeous.”

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[mountingpulisic]

masterlist

mason mount :

wish you the best - a mutual friend's wedding brings two past lovers back together.

offsides - when miscommunication on her brother's behalf causes y/n to be unpunctual picking up her six-year-old nephew ollie, she meets chelsea's pronounced golden boy who was delightful enough to wait with him. for mason, it was love at first sight. for y/n, he was just her nephew's football coach.

after we hang up - coming soon

christian pulisic -

theories that explain why we fall out of love - when a book reminds you of your ex, the only knowledgeable thing would be leaving them a voicemail, right?

sidewalks- it's a rule everyone in your family lives by, will the guy you're going on a date with follow it?

ben chilwell -

orange juice - coming soon

this is me trying - coming soon

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐤! 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 :)

The reception party was in full swings after a beautiful ceremony which saw the groom Nate solidify his love for his bride Hayley in front of all their friends and loved ones underneath the beautiful bright skies of Italy, and amongst those in attendance were two individuals that had been trying to avoid one another for the past three years, Y/N and Ben.

Once upon a time, during Ben's days as a Leicester player - the pair were as thick as thieves; so much so that everyone around them had firmly believed that they'd get married one day, only for Ben to up and leave her the minute he received an offer from Chelsea, his claim was that their relationship would hold him back.

And being the prideful woman she is, Y/N had taken that as a sign to cut him off entirely, refusing to answer his calls and messages and going as far as to warn his former Leicester teammate, James Maddison to tell him to stop calling her.

Three years had passed with her dating every now and then, only for the flings to end abruptly or in this case, Y/N refused to admit the real reason every single fling ended.

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" The venue is lovely! " Her date for the wedding, Daniel comments as they sat down in the reception venue, amongst the numerous crowds who were either drinking or dancing on the floor after the bride and groom danced.

" It is, Nate has great taste " She said with a smile, looking around before her eyes landed on him.

He was sitting at the table across from the table she was sitting in, and next to him was a beautiful brunette she'd come to deduce as his date, the pair were chatting and laughing together when Ben looks up to meet her gaze causing her to immediately look away and try to converse with Daniel, making the effort to appear as though she was enjoying her time with him.

A few minutes later, Daniel excused himself when his phone rang leaving her alone before she made the decision to walk to the bar and grab a drink, once she ordered her drink - she felt someone stand next to her, she turns to find Ben standing there with a smile. " Hey love "

" Benjamin " She replied curtly.

" Oh come on, three years pass and you still hate me " He rolls his eyes.

" That's an understatement, I'm only being curt because I don't want your girlfriend to think you're accessible to anyone " She retorts.

Ben chuckles, " She's not my girlfriend, she's just a friend "

" Hm, I bet you say that to every woman " She laughs, taking a gulp of her drink.

" Even if I did, why does it affect you? " He asks. " Jealous? "

" Me, jealous ... yeah, right " She laughs, " I don't have to be jealous of someone that finds it easy to leave the people they care about and besides, I have a date as well "

" Yeah, Bryan, right? " He said.

" Daniel " She responds with a groan, " A very sweet guy I have been seeing "

Ben shakes his head and says with a sarcastic tone, " So sweet "

" What's wrong Chilwell? Jealous? " She asked with a teasing tone.

Ben grows silent, which causes her to look at him with wide eyes and say. " You are jealous! "

" Can you blame me? " He retorts, " You show up, looking insanely gorgeous with him, when you could have been with - " he trails off.

" Could have been with you " She said.

" Yeah " He whispers.

" Ben, you broke it off, not me " She reminds him.

" I know " He sighs, " But I miss you, a lot ... "

She sighs, she would lie to herself if she said she didn't miss him, there was a reason why her relationships never worked out, " I miss you as well " she murmurs.

The confession caused him to smile, " Maybe when we go back to England, we can talk things out " he said with a hopeful tone.

" Maybe " She said.

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player: Ben Chilwell words: 880 so slightly over request: Ben Chilwell - no pref - 500 - 750 words - My birthday is the 20th Dec, Chilly’s is 21st Dec, so shopping for birthday gifts in among the Christmas gifts, a night away to celebrate both birthdays in a cabin with a hot tub, snow, real fire, smut, before the madness of Christmas and the Christmas fixture list kicks off…

You hadn’t known what to expect when Ben said that he was taking you away as a mini birthday treat for you both and an early christmas present. You didn’t want to think how much was spent to secure this cabin, what with anything surrounding children’s school holidays and Christmas was an automatic price hiker after all. You hadn’t been sure what to think when he’d told you to pack for a “cabin in the woods”. Which is hardly surprising considering your first thought was “I’ve seen how this movie plays out before”. 

Snow had already begun to fall before either of you had climbed from the car but seeing it fluttering down from the sky, between the branches and landing softly onto the building had made you grin from ear to ear. From the outside, it truly looked like a log cabin with its large logs stacked upon one another until it reached a thatched type roof, but once inside, you realise this was merely an aesthetic with most of the downstairs walling being exposed brick. 

With a large AGA cooker taking pride of place in the kitchen area which overlooked the raised decking in the backyard and an impressive open fire with a small basket of logs on either side of the fire proudly holding a sign stating to be used if cold - each basket containing wood with a burn time of 3-8 hours, enabling you to pick the best log for your ideal burning duration. 

Ben had dragged the suitcases from the car to the bedroom up the stairs which featured a much bigger window than you’d been expecting and already, you couldn’t wait to get snuggled up in there and look at the stars from beneath the covers. While he took care of that, you’d looked over the hamper in the kitchen. A handwritten card hoping that you enjoyed your stay and with it brought a selection of breakfast items, a bottle of wine and things for a light lunch including what smelt like a fresh baked loaf. Out on the decking beneath a quickly growing layer of snow, is what appears to be a hot tub. 

Ben found you unpacking the final bag while you put away the food and drink that he’d purchased. So far, it felt as though there wasn’t anything that Ben hadn’t thought of for this trip and you had to hand it to him, this had clearly been something on his mind for a long time for him to have planned this so perfectly. But that’s exactly what this day has been so far - perfect. 

The two of you spent the evening heating up the house and making sure the hot tub was all fired up and nice and hot ready for after the evening meal. The cabin emitted a beautiful warm glow which poured from the windows across the rapidly deepening snow as you’d cooked together. Something which you’d done many times before at home but here in this setting, it felt different - far more romantic if you dare state such a word for something as simple yet intimate as this. He looked at you in ways that made your heart feel as though it was on the verge of bursting. His kisses held promises of something else to come. 

-

Pressing a towel to your hair, you make your way out of the bathroom and to the bedroom. Ben is already sprawled out over the mattress in only his boxers, one hand laid on his stomach while the other holds his phone as he scrolls through social media with a concentrating expression. Despite now only being dressed in a vest top and shorts, you didn’t feel the cold like you had earlier

“I still can’t believe how clear it is here,” you comment as you enter the room, the large window grabbing your attention as it has each time you’ve walked in here. Even with all the trees surrounding the cabin, the sky is still more exposed than in London. Stars are brighter here than you’ve ever seen in the city and already your camera roll is now filled with tens of photos ready to be uploaded to insta once you’re back. “The view is amazing. You couldn’t have picked a better place.”

“Mmm,” Ben nods, lowering his phone to look at you, “was just thinking the same thing about the view.” The look he gives can almost, almost, makes up for the corniness of the sentence. And if the look didn’t, then the swelling in his boxers did.  You’d heard the saying “drinking them in” but only now do you fully understand the meaning of it. The way Ben takes in the sight of you is enough to feel wetness gathering where your thighs meet. Give it a bit longer and you’ll dampen your underwear and your nipples will strain against the shirt you wear. 

“Something interesting got your attention?” you ask him as you fold up the towel nonchalantly and place it on top of the dresser. Ben leans over and reaches out, fingers skimming up your thigh until goosebumps leave a light trail where they’ve touched. 

“Call it a work in progress,” he replies, gaze remaining where he touches as they climb higher up your leg. 

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