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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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[footballxixstars]

Introduction Of New Sibling • Ben Chilwell

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 2

“I wonder how our son/daughter will react to us bringing home their new baby brother/sister.”

“I wonder how our daughter will react to us bringing home her new baby brother” Ben randomly spoke as the two of you drove home from the hospital. Well Ben was driving and you were sitting in the back with your newborn son in his car seat making sure that he was alright throughout the whole drive. How your daughter will react to the two of you bringing home her new sibling was something that the two of you had been thinking about and discussing for a while but now it’s actually going to happen. Your daughter is going to meet her baby brother. You’ve tried a lot to make her feel included and make her have some sort of bond with him although he wasn’t born yet. You’ve even brought a present for your daughter to have from her younger brother but still what if she still hates him? It was a constant fear that ran through you throughout your whole pregnancy and now after 9 long months you were going to be faced with the actual possibility of this.

Since your daughter found out that she was going to be a big sister she always said that she wanted a little sister and it could be because she was going through the boys are gross stage and hates being around any boys except her dad. She’s even called some of Ben’s teammates gross, ones she used to absolutely adore, much to your amusement. Anyway, she really wanted a little sister and you knew this but now you were bringing home a little boy and you were hoping that she would be okay with a brother. It was making you feel all angsty and you were trying not to dwell on it at all but it’s all you can think about. Maybe you should’ve found out the baby’s gender before giving birth to him as it would’ve been better for your daughter. A bit too late now.

To make this whole thing potentially worse your daughter doesn’t even know that you’ve gone to the hospital to have the baby which can go one of two ways. Seriously though, you put your daughter to bed at her normal bedtime and sometime after she went to bed your water broke. You had been having slight contractions during the day but just thought it could be Braxton Hicks so ignored it to look after your child but once your water broke you could no longer ignore it and you and Ben went to the hospital to have this baby. Well you went to the hospital after his mum arrived to watch your daughter. She was the closest family member so was able to make it to the both of you relatively quickly so you could make it to the hospital and have the baby there which you ended up doing. Thankfully the actual labour didn’t last long and at 11:54 pm that same night you had your son in your arms and Ben was next to you running his finger over your son's cheek. The doctors and midwives checked both you and your son over time and time again making sure that everything was fine and your son was feeding fine and you and Ben knew what you were doing (of course you did it was your second child) and a few hours later both you and your son were released and you could all go back to the comfort of your home. Back to see your daughter and introduce her to the newest addition to the household. So basically whilst your daughter was asleep you had a baby and he would be there back at the house before she woke up. Would that make it easier or harder for her?

“Hopefully well,” You choked up. The closer Ben was getting to your home the more nervous you were getting over it all and all you could do was busy yourself by looking at your son. As you said that Ben took a quick glance in the mirror and he saw you frowning but since he was driving there was nothing he could really do to reassure you apart from words.

“She’ll be fine. She loves the babies that our friends and family have had and she’s great with them so I’m sure she’ll love her little brother. Plus I believe the present will help massively,” Ben tried to reassure you, also chuckling at the thought of how your daughter was going to react to the present. She wasn’t exactly spoiled but she does love presents and probably gets them a lot more than other children but nonetheless, she always gets excited for them. You just let out a hum showing Ben that you were listening yet you didn’t say anything back. He didn’t even try to make conversation back to you just focusing on the road allowing you to get lost in your thoughts once again.

There are several videos all over the internet of older siblings meeting their newborn siblings and there's always a different reaction. You’ve watched several ones where the older siblings scream and throw all kinds of tantrums over it and try to find ways to get rid of their siblings. The way they question if the baby is staying behind or staying with grandparents or something along those lines and it would break your heart. Of course, there are other videos where the oldest absolutely adores the new baby and will love and cherish them and do everything they can to help but those videos showed you that it can go either way and that was a terrifying thought.

“We’re home,” Ben softly said when he pulled up outside of the house and that’s what knocked you out of your thoughts. Guess you don’t have to wait much longer to find out what the outcome will be.

Slowly you got yourself out of the car with Ben’s help and then Ben ran over to get your son out of the car whilst you walked over to the front door to unlock it. It was thankfully silent in the house meaning your daughter was still asleep like she should be and you were guessing that your mother-in-law was also asleep now but in the guest bedroom. Walking through the door the tiredness of it all suddenly hit you and you decided to just lie on the sofa trusting Ben to deal with your son. No words were exchanged as Ben put your son in this little cot that you had set up downstairs ready for when the new baby arrived just so you wouldn’t have to carry them upstairs every single time (plus your daughter was loving it too). With your eyes half closed you watched as Ben grabbed a blanket and put it around you before climbing in behind and cuddling you close. He made sure to be careful but still held you close as the two of you attempted to get some more sleep considering you’ve barely had any in the last 24 hours so any amount of sleep will help you.

A couple of hours later, not even that, you and Ben were awake once again feeding your son when you heard little footsteps from above. From the footsteps you could tell that it was your daughter walking around and that she had just gone into your bedroom so any minute now she will make her way downstairs. The nerves of your daughter meeting her new brother were really kicking in now but you just took some deep breaths whilst watching your son, burping your son and waited for your daughter to make her way down to you.

“And little miss is awake. Time for her to meet her little brother,” Ben chuckled wrapping one arm around you just for a bit of comfort knowing how anxious you were getting over this once again. Just as he uttered those words you saw two little legs walking down the stairs holding onto the bannister with one hand whilst the other was holding onto her most precious teddy. Once she was at the bottom of the stairs she just stood there staring for a couple of seconds and you and Ben just watched.

“Baby,” Your daughter said softly pointing to the baby that was nestled safely in your arms.

“Yeah, baby. This is your baby brother. Come and meet him,” Ben said standing up to carry her over to the two of you and also giving her a cuddle and kiss whilst asking how she slept (not like she answered him though or responded to his actions too busy staring at the little baby in your arms). For a moment she just stared at him not saying a word for a minute but you were guessing that she was processing the whole thing. After all, when she went to sleep the baby wasn’t here and now she’s awake the baby is here. It’s a lot to take in, especially for a young child.

“Hi baby,” Your daughter eventually spoke again.

“Baby no tummy,” She then said taking a look at your tummy which was still prominent not as prominent but still prominent (no tummies don’t go flat after giving birth no matter what gets shown in the movies) but obviously there was no baby in there any longer.

“No the baby is no longer in my tummy,” You told her softly kissing her forehead. Ben covered her so she could actually hold the baby obviously with his support. As soon as he was placed in her arms her eyes got all wide and she allowed one of her hands to land on his face being really careful and just running her hand over his face (with you and Ben watching obviously). She wouldn’t take her eyes off of him for a minute. It was honestly the longest that she had sat still forever and she wasn’t even talking just staring. Eventually you pulled the baby away from her, he was starting to get fussy, but still her eyes were on him in complete awe.

“Your baby brother got you something,” Ben told her but your daughter didn’t even take a glance at him too entranced by your newborn son. She didn’t care about the present, she was too busy showing him and babbling to him about her teddy which reminds you, you need to buy him some sort of teddy. Maybe your daughter can get him one? That's a conversation for another time though, when you’ve recovered a bit.

“Maybe we had nothing to worry about,” You chuckled just watching your daughter interact with your son wanting to take this all in. This little family moment as just the 4 of you. Little did you know that Ben’s mother was sitting on the stairs allowing you this moment together but also taking photos knowing that you would appreciate it later.

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[mountslove333]

HEARTBEAT- MASON MOUNT

your throat burned as the liquid flew down making your face scrunch up and your eyes squint, yet you'd happily agreed when your friend offered to order more.

you and mason are in possibly the roughest patch you've ever had in your relationship, masons love language is physical affection but recently he barley speaks to you let alone touches you.

so instead of talking to him and dealing with it, the consequences being to scary for you to face, you thought you'd run away from the problems and spend your Friday night which otherwise would've been alone with mason out getting drunk with your best friends.

you put on your littlest dress, curled your hair in the perfect way he liked, and did your makeup to match. you made sure he saw you before you left, it may be petty but that was you, you never knew how to have serious conversation and you thought maybe, just maybe he might compliment you, ask you where your going something but no. All he did when you walked past him to leave was gulp loudly and and told you to have a good time, like did i repulse him that much?

you tried not to let it get to you, only let it fuel the fire to your reason for this night. So there you were third shot in putting on a smile as your favourite song to dance too blasted through the club speakers, you and your friends all squealed running on to the dance floor. you could feel the music pulsing through your body, your heartbeat loud in your ears as your body moved the song, sipping your new found drink.

the rest of the night was a blur, you’re not quite sure how you ended up stood outside shivering calling mason

the phone rang out a few times, you thought he wasn't going to answer that alone enough to make your drunken mind tear up until finally you heard his voice

“y/n?” he questioned you could tell he had just woken up making you instantly feel bad

“sorry maseyyy, didnt mean to wake you” you whispered drunkenly thinking it would help being quiet since he just woke up

“y/n, where are you?” he questioned sternly

“uhhh,” “excuse me where am i” you asked a stranger next to you

he told you where you were then followed with a cringey pick up line about taking you back to his which u declined wondering if mason heard

“i’m just-” you began

“yeah, yeah i heard” he said slight anger in his tone if you squint

“im coming to get you, please wait somewhere safe till i get there” he told you the rustling of clothes and keys evident in the back ground

you were happy, he cared. well at least enough to come get you.

“thankyou mase, i love you” you told him your drunken mind not even thinking twice or registering till after you and mason haven't said that phrase let alone for those three words to each other for awhile 

“you too” he said, you weren't able to infer how or what tone he said it in but that didn't matter, it was enough for you to get the idea. he never didnt say it back. you realised now you couldn't not talk to him anymore, you'd put it off too long and it wasn't doing either of you any good. 

So when mason pulled up, fuelled by liquid courage you decided you were going to talk to him now.

you opened the car door careful double checking it was him before getting in. it was silent for awhile, different from the club you previously were, you could now feel your heartbeat pulse through you and the soft hum of the radio in your ears.

“mason?” you called almost triple checking he was there and you weren't sat beside a stranger, though that's how it felt recently

you looked to him fixing your gaze on his face, then down to the way he hands gripped the steering wheel, tight, he had both hands clutched around it he didnt look angry. just tense.

the only reply you got was a small hmm, him not even bothering to steal a glance your way, something he wasn't usually opposed to especially since you had reached a red light.

“do you still love me?” i questioned not quite the way i wanted the conversation to go but its ultimately what i longed to know,

“i- y/n, i will-” he spluttered

“oh” was all i said feeling hot tears brim in my eyes, the thought of him no longer loving me enough to make me sober in an instant

“what did i do mason?”

“is there something else, someone else?”

“why am i not good enough anymore!” you raised you voice slightly, you wanted answers, it was no use running anymore

“I'm not talking about this no y/n, your drunk” was all he had to say

“no mason you don't get to do that!” we had no pulled up i went to get out the car getting inside as quickly as i could mason following behind me shortly, i didnt look back at him once not wanting to know what expression his face sported

i quickly went upstairs to are bedroom and began packing a small bag, he must've heard me doing it cos when he entered the bedroom it was the first time I'd seen emotion upon his face in while, he looked shocked, hurt. I felt bad. considered unpacking the bag, no he didnt get to to this. he doesn't love you y/n, keep packing.

“what are you doing y/n?” he asked although we both knew the answer 

“don't act upset now, i don't know what else to do mason”

“I'm tired of being the only one that cares, the only one that tries in the relationship”

“i knew you didnt feel the same for me anymore but i tried to run, thought if i left it long it enough it would go away”

“i love you so much mason and you cant imagine how much it hurt when you couldn't say those words back!” i said angrily, hot tears rolling down my face by now as i stuffed more of my things into my bag

“of course i love you y/n!” he shouted taking the bag from my hands tears now beginning to appear in his eyes too

“funny way of showing it” i sarcastically laughed through the tears

“you haven't acted like you know me for more than a week mason, i stopped trying to fix things to see if you would make any effort and you didnt so you don't get to say that now, how do i even know you’re not lying”

“because i love you so much it scares me y/n!” he admitted

“i never felt like this about anyone, and i don't deserve you.” “i cant give you everything you want, you deserve someone better who can be there for you always” 

“so i thought freezing you out, would make you want to leave me and would hurt you less” “ believe me its been killing me” “seeing you leave the house today it was so hard to not beg you to stay, to stay with me.”  

“and when i heard that guy flirt with you on the phone i thought it had worked, i thought you'd got with someone else” he gushed tears now streaming down both our faces 

you stopped packing, thinking.

“please don't go” he whispered almost inaudible

“i love you” he almost begged

you walked round to the side of the bed he was sat and sat beside him. you leaned your head on his shoulder just sobbing, you weren't sure if it was alcohol or the pain of the last two weeks just crashing down on you or maybe both.

“I'm so sorry” he kept repeating

now his heartbeat was pounding in your ears, steading your own

“i thought you didnt love me anymore mason” 

“your everything i want, i could never be happy with someone else cos i’d always know you were out there” 

“please never make me feel like that again” you pleaded

“i promise y/n”

“i love you” he said wrapping his arms around you tighter

“i love you too mason” you said burying you head into him, the tears not quite stopping yet. only they were ones of relief.

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[thousandfourhundreddays]

Almost Yours, part 1

A/n heyyy, reposting this because I’m wanting to do a part two and it flopped the first time :’)

Part two coming soon ❤️‍🔥

Can you come over? we need to talk

Sending.

Delivered.

Read.

The words had been typed out for hours, never quite bringing yourself to press send. You felt sick, wether it was the nerves or fear, you weren’t sure. Guilt, probably, you thought to yourself. The guilt of having a three month affair, whilst your boyfriend went about life completely oblivious.

Typing.

On my way xx

Unable to even think of a response, you threw your phone down to the side of you, trying to figure out how you were going to break the news to him, and in turn, probably break his heart.

Memories of the past three months raced through your head; the first time you met, the first kiss, the first time you had the most mind blowing sex of your life. But it wasn’t just the sex, maybe it started that way, Mason filling the role of your actual boyfriend who didn’t seem to be able to satisfy you, and definitely didn’t care enough to even try, but it had soon turned into long, heated, passionate nights filled with careful touches and long conversations about anything and everything. You could argue it was perfect, if you forgot about the man waiting at home for you, of course.

I’m outside xx

Before you knew it, 15 minutes had passed and you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your phone go off. Letting out a heavy sigh, you stood from the sofa, making your way towards the door. The sight of Masons car in your driveway was a sight you’d seen countless times, that was part of the agreement, never in your house, it was too much of a risk. But the butterflies that usually erupted in your stomach didn’t feel so strong this time, now all you felt was sick as you stepped out into the cold.

You could see him looking at you from the drivers seat, clearly trying to read you, unsure what was to come following your cryptic text.

Wordlessly, you sat in the passenger seat, something that once felt so familiar, made you feel so uneasy.

“Hi” he spoke gently, confusion laced within his voice.

“Hey” you replied, trying your best to smile at him.

He reached for your hands which rested in your lap, his neck craned to try and read your face as your eyes remained firmly trained on your fingers as you anxiously picked at the skin around your nails. You’d planned this conversation so many times in your head, yet now, your mind went completely blank as silence filled the car.

“Y/n? Are you-”

“I can’t do this anymore” you blurted out, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

The silence that followed was painful, your teeth bit harshly into your bottom lip, eyes clamped tightly shut as you tried desperately not to cry; again.

He let go of your hands, the warmth of his skin no longer providing you any comfort as he sat back in his seat, yet his eyes never left you once. You heard him let out a shaky breath, neither of you quite knowing what to say.

“W-what?”

“I said I can’t-”

“I know what you said, y/n” he snapped, and if you didn’t know him so well, you’d think he was angry, but the sadness in his eyes broke your heart more than you thought possible.

“I’m sorry, Mase, I’m so sorry” your words cracked as tears began to spill down your cheeks. “I just can’t do this anymore” you cried desperately. “God- this isn’t me, Mase, I’m not the sort of girl who cheats!”

But you were.

“I hate this! I hate what I’m doing to you, and I hate what I’m doing to him” words poured from your lips after months of being trapped in your mind, desperate to make him not hate you. He never could, of course, but it didn’t feel like that.

“Leave him then” he stated blankly,

“Mason” you warned “you know I can’t”

“Please” tears were now spilling down his own skin, those eyes that had completely captivated you pleading with you not to let him go.

“Please, y/n” his voice was almost silent, almost hopeless as he pulled you closer, his forehead coming to rest against your own. “Please don’t push me away.” he spoke through broken sobs. “We can make this work, I promise. Leave him and come live with me, I don’t care what anyone else thinks… I just want you”

“Mason-” you tried to pull away as you pleaded with him to not make this any harder, but before you could, he pulled you close, holding your cheeks as he pulled you into the most passionate kiss he could manage. And as always, he made you feel alive again, the undeniable spark you shared present, even now. You couldn’t help but kiss him back, your hands coming up to hold his arms, as if if you let go, he’d slip away completely, both of you pouring everything you had into the kiss.

“I love you”

You breath caught in your throat when you heard his words, but somehow it wasn’t a shock. You were both doubtlessly head over heels for each other, it was a bittersweet feeling hearing those words. But you couldn’t help but shake your head,

“I’m sorry” you apologize, for what felt like the one hundredth time, trying your best to stay set on your decision. You felt like you needed to go before you would give into him, so before he could protest, you pulled away, opening the door, but not before taking one last look at him,

“I do” you nodded, looking deep into those eyes that could hold your heart forever,

“love you” you confirmed “but I can’t do this Mase”

And with that, you left the car, walking back to your front door as you realized that he would only ever be almost yours.

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[mxsonxmountx]

Boyfriend vibes

BJC:

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[football-rambles]

Someone send me some requests? I wanna get back into writing.

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[charlottemount]

please suggest other players so i can write some more fic ☺️☺️

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[laurasstufff1]

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If the request is very detailed I can write for any other too!!!

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[ningwrld]

had a midterm today T_T i think it went well but i was truly nervous about it. i read all of your requests and they're all amazing! i'll be working on them tonight after studying a little bit but in the middle time you can keep sending them in! i write for mason mount, declan rice, ben chilwell and jack grealish! wish you all the best <3

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[chelseachilly]

THIS LOVE - epilogue | you come back to what you need

pairing: ben chilwell x reader

rating: T

word count: 2.8k

summary: you and ben settle into life as a couple 🩵

A/N: as promised, the epilogue 🫶🏼 thank you for reading, and i'm going to be working on some oneshots now that this story is complete so stay tuned for more ben content! x

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“You’re telling me I spent months cultivating your public image as a couple only for you to go become an actual couple?”

You hear Ben’s publicist Shreya’s voice coming through the phone, partly because he’s just put it on speaker and partly because you’re laying on top of him.

You’ve been mostly in this position for much of the past week. Ever since you and Ben confessed your feelings for one another, you’ve been pretty much inseparable - unless you’re at work or Ben’s at training, you’ve been holed up at his house ignoring the rest of the world. 

You didn’t make your first public appearance as a couple - a real one, that is - until yesterday, when you attended Ben’s game at the Bridge. They beat Bournemouth 4-0, with a goal and an assist from Ben in one of his best performances all season, and you couldn’t resist jumping into his arms and kissing him senseless when you met him on the pitch afterward. 

Naturally, the photos spread like wildfire over the internet, and although the public was already used to the idea of your relationship, your phone has been blowing up today with messages from your close friends and family who were in on the fake relationship but not yet aware of its newly real status.

You know you’re gonna have to call at least your parents at some point today to explain why there’s a photo of you and your best friend making out in The Sun - although you know they’ll be thrilled, since they already see Ben as an honorary son - but you haven’t responded to anyone yet. 

In fact, you haven’t done much of anything since you got home from the game last night - well, except your new boyfriend.

“Erm, yeah,” Ben chuckles, running his hand over your bare back in a repetitive motion as he talks to Shreya. 

He figured he at least owed an explanation, so he took his publicist’s call to catch her up to speed and let her know that he wouldn’t require her to bolster your appearance as a couple anymore. 

There’s a pause on the other end, and you have to stifle a giggle against Ben’s chest when you hear Shreya’s sigh of exasperation. 

“To be fair, it was the easiest job I ever had trying to convince people you were together, so perhaps I should have seen that one coming,” she says. “Well, good for you, Ben. You sound happy, and you were brilliant yesterday.”

“Thanks,” Ben grins, his eyes glued to yours. “I am very happy.”

Your heart thumps in your chest and your eyes tear up slightly at his earnest, lovestruck expression. You can’t resist shuffling even closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek, followed by one to his jaw, then a few more down his neck.

“Do you want to go over your GQ interview next week?” Shreya asks. “You know, the reason you pay me?”

You’re still distracting Ben with soft kisses to his neck that have made his eyes flutter shut and his focus drift.

“Sorry, I - uh, I’m gonna have to call you back, Shreya. Thanks again, cheers.”

Ben hangs up and tosses his phone to the side, immediately flipping you over and attacking your face and neck with little kisses until you’re giggling uncontrollably. 

“Ben,” you sigh as he’s sucking on your collarbone in a way that you know will leave a mark if you let him. “We should probably get ready.”

As wonderful and perfect as the past week has been, spending all your free time tangled in these very bed sheets and experiencing things you’ve never felt before, Harvey is hosting an event for his clothing brand later that you can’t miss. 

You’re not particularly eager to leave your little bubble of joy in Ben’s house, but you figure you owe it to one of the friends responsible for that happiness to turn up for him today. 

“I know,” Ben groans, his hand travelling low on your back and sending a shiver up your spine. “In fifteen minutes?”

“We’re already going to be late,” you point out, glancing at his watch. “It’ll take an hour to get there and I still don’t know what I’m wearing-“

“You’ll look amazing in anything,” Ben insists, leaving more kisses up your neck, “or nothing…”

“Ben,” you say with slightly more resolve, even though his lips are making it hard to think of anything else right now. “We can’t avoid all social plans forever. As much as I love being alone with you.”

Ben pulls back and you think you’ve finally got him to focus, but there’s a look in his eyes that you recognize all too well from your lifetime of knowing him. It’s the same look he has before a big game or in an argument - he isn’t going down without a fight.

“Please, baby,” he says in a soft whisper near your ear that he’s very quickly learned is one of your many weaknesses when it comes to him. “Ten minutes?”

The other thing about those big blue eyes that you know so well is that they just so happen to be one of your other greatest weaknesses, and when he smiles at you, you know you’re a lost cause. 

“Ten minutes,” you agree, grabbing his face and kissing him again before he can respond.

It’s actually closer to twenty-five by the time you actually roll out of bed, and another twenty when you realize you both need a shower and end up getting distracted once again, so you have to hurry to get ready.

One perk of dating your best friend is that you already have a closet full of clothes at his place, and you pick out a simple dark blue dress that you know looks good on you. As you’re finishing up your makeup, Ben walks into the bathroom freshly changed into a black t-shirt and jeans, and you don’t miss the way his eyes light up at the sight of you.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Ben murmurs as his eyes rake over your body in the mirror from behind you. “I’ve always loved this dress on you.”

“Thanks, Benji,” you say softly, putting down your makeup brush and smoothing out the wrinkles in your dress. You can’t help but blush a bit at the thought of Ben checking you out long before admitting how much he fancies you. “Are you ready?”

He doesn’t respond, instead just stepping closer and wrapping his arms around you from behind for a moment. Despite the time crunch, you relax into him and breathe a small sigh of contentment.

You can’t help but admire the sight of the two of you in the mirror, his face buried in your neck and inhaling your scent as you hold his hands that have settled on your stomach. 

“I still can’t believe I get to do this now,” he whispers, echoing the same feeling running through your soul. 

After unknowingly yearning for this for so long, maybe your whole life, it feels so right to finally fall into this simple intimacy with Ben. It feels like coming home. 

You turn in his arms, intending to lean in for a quick kiss before forcing the pair of you out the door, but you instead feel overcome by the sudden urge to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest. He hugs you back without a word, pressing a few soft kisses to your hair.

“I love you,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing circles on your spine. “I’ve never been this happy before.”

“I love you too,” you mumble against his chest before pulling back just enough to cup his face and see your whole world between your hands. “And neither have I. This week has been…perfect.” 

He nods in agreement, letting out a small sigh. “Are you worried it’s going to be weird when we leave our little bubble? I don’t think the game yesterday counts since we were basically apart until you pounced on me afterward.”

You slap his chest playfully and roll your eyes before shaking your head.

“It might be a bit of an adjustment, but not really. I mean, we’ve basically been doing this for months now in public.”

“Sure, but it was fake then,” Ben points out. 

“Yeah, but the feelings were there,” you say, your fingers running through his hair in a way that makes him smile sleepily. “Now I get to love you publicly and privately, and I can’t think of anything that could feel more right than that.”

Ben’s eyes light up before he closes them to dive in for a kiss, his soft lips lingering on yours for a few moments before he pulls away. 

“You’re right, love,” he says. “Now, we should probably go, because the longer I look at you in that dress the more I wanna take it off.”

You smirk and pat his cheek before walking away, knowingly giving him a great view of your arse on the way out. 

-

An hour later, after singing loudly to the pop songs on the radio and laughing so hard your ribs hurt the entire drive to Soho, you and Ben are standing in the crowded restaurant where the launch of Harvey’s new fashion line is being celebrated. 

A bunch of your friends are here, all of whom are enjoying this opportunity to tease you - with love, of course. 

Tom caught you stealing a few kisses in the corner of the room less than five minutes after your arrival, so you probably deserve the teasing. Plus, you’re so happy that you don’t care. 

After circling the room a bit and congratulating Harvey, you’re now chatting with Anish and his girlfriend Hannah in a booth. You have lots of room, but you’re still pressed to Ben’s side, his arm around your shoulders. 

As he and Anish chat about the clothing line, you’re content to just listen to Ben’s voice and enjoy the warmth of his body against yours. You occasionally press a kiss to his jaw and he’ll stop talking for a moment and smile at you, which makes you want to do it again. 

After a while, Hannah suggests going to get another drink, and the boys nod in agreement.

“I have to use the loo, can you grab me something?” you ask Ben, and he nods and pecks your lips quickly before heading over to the bar.

After using the washroom, you’re eagerly making your way back through the room to find your boyfriend when you bump into a familiar figure.

“Ryan?”

Ryan, the well-dressed man standing before you, just so happens to be your ex. You went out for a few months two years ago before ending things fairly mutually and amicably.

You’re surprised to see him for a moment, but he does work in the fashion industry, so it makes sense that he would be here.

“Y/N, wow, it’s been ages,” Ryan says, giving you a quick hug. “How are you?”

“I’m good, still working at the hospital,” you say with a smile. “Are you still at the magazine?”

“No, I actually moved to Paris, just in town for the week visiting some friends,” he explains. 

“Wow, Paris!” you remark. “That’s amazing. Do you like it there? Are you seeing anyone?”

“Of course I like it, it’s Paris,” he chuckles. “And yeah, I just moved in with my girlfriend Claire. You?”

As if on cue, Ben comes up beside you and presses a kiss to your cheek before passing you a gin and tonic, your favourite, with a water for himself in his other hand.

“Here you go, babe - oh,” Ben’s face falls slightly when he sees who you’re talking to. He was never a fan of Ryan, often calling him pretentious or making fun of how artsy he was, though looking back now that may have just been jealousy. “Ryan.”

“Well, that answers that question,” Ryan says with a small smirk. “I have to say, I’m glad you two finally got your shit together.”

“What?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I mean, it was painfully obvious you were in love with him back when we were dating,” he elaborates. “You never stopped talking about him and you saw him more than you saw me.”

You can’t help but blush a bit when Ben looks at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, despite the fact that you’ve literally spent the last week demonstrating exactly how in love with him you are.

“I think you might be exaggerating-“

“I seem to recall you cancelling a date more than once because Ben had a ‘bad game’ and you needed to go round his and cheer him up?” Ryan laughs. “I hated football before that, but it really solidified the hatred.”

Although part of you wants to laugh, cry, or scream at yourself for being so blind to your feelings for Ben, you do also feel a tinge of guilt for dragging guys like Ryan along before you figured things out.

“Sorry about that,” you say, leaning into Ben’s arm that is wrapped protectively around your waist. “It took me a while to realize what was always right in front of me.”

“No worries, it worked out for the best, yeah?” Ryan says, raising his beer to you and Ben. “I’ll see you around, cheers guys.”

As Ryan walks away with a smile on his face and Ben pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your temple, your guilt is replaced by a warmth settling into your chest - everything really did work out. All the wrong turns and detours along the way just led you back to where you always belonged. To Ben.

“So, you never stopped talking about me, huh?” Ben says after a moment, and you can hear the smirk in his voice before you turn to look at him.

“Oh my god,” you roll your eyes, playfully pushing him away and shaking your head. “I literally confessed my undying love for you less than a week ago, you arse.”

Ben just continues to smile at you, setting down his glass so he can wrap his arms around your waist. 

“You’re cute when you’re obsessed with me,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking your hip just enough to drive you crazy. 

“And you’re cute when you’re jealous,” you retort, smirking slightly. “He has a girlfriend in Paris, just so you know.”

“I was not jealous,” Ben insists with furrowed brows. “How can I be jealous when my girl is soooo in love with me-“

You shut him up with a kiss, partly to get him to stop talking and partly because you are in love with him and hearing him call you his girl has reduced your brain to mush. 

You don’t know if this will ever stop - you doubt it - but every nerve in your body is electrified as he kisses you slowly, pouring every bit of love and desire he feels for you into the kiss. It’s not the most passionate one you’ve shared so far, being that you’re surrounded by people, but it’s soft and sweet and more than enough to make your knees go weak and your thoughts blur.

“Ben,” you mumble against his lips, forcing yourself to pull back. “We can’t make out in the middle of Harvey’s work event.”

A small pout forms on Ben’s face, which is so adorable that you have no choice but to peck his lips once more.

“How about my car then?” Ben suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“Ah, is that why you insisted on taking the Range instead of your flashy new sports car?” 

He nods, gesturing to the car park just outside. “Lots of room in there.”

As much as you don’t want it to work, the thought of what Ben is capable of doing to you in the backseat of his obnoxiously big car is too tantalizing to resist.

You glance around the room to make sure none of your friends are watching before nodding. “You get ten minutes, Benjamin.”

“We’ll see about that,” he grins, grabbing your hand and beginning to drag you toward the exit as you try to contain your lovesick giggles.

As you climb into his car and then into his lap, exchanging messy kisses that are interrupted by your smiles, you can’t believe it took you so long to get to this point. Sure, it’s still kind of terrifying to jump headfirst into a relationship with the person who has been your person since you were kids, but it’s also thrilling.

It’s the beginning of the rest of your life with your best friend, and you have a feeling it’s going to be a very happy one. 

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Football Oneshots Masterlist

Promptlist

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Baby Promplist

Liverpool

Andy Robertson - An Evening In

Andy Robertson - Silent Night

Harvey Elliott - Fall Into Me

Trent Alexander Arnold - Not So Expected

Trent Alexander Arnold - Dinner

Trent Alexander Arnold - Mastermind

Trent Alexander Arnold - Feel Better (smut)

Trent Alexander Arnold - Jolly

Trent Alexander Arnold - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Ajax

Jordan Henderson - Emergency? (smut)

FCBarcelona

Frenkie De Jong - Swift Coded

Frenkie De Jong - Baking

Joao Felix - Unrequited Love

João Felix - Fatherhood

Pablo Gavi - Dancing In The Dark

Pablo Gavi - Kiss & Tell

Pablo Gavi - Sorpresa

Pablo Gavi - Think Again

Pablo Gavi - For Forever

Pablo Gavi - This Is Nice

Pablo Gavi - Skating Rink

Pablo Gavi - My Golden Boy

Pablo Gavi - Love Lies (smut)

Pablo Gavi - Fangirl

Pablo Gavi - Don't Start

Pablo Gavi - Fantasize pt.1 [smau]

Pedri Gonzalez - Real Life Lessons

Pedri Gonzalez - Worried Much?

Pedri Gonzalez - Ladrona

Pedri Gonzalez - Smiler

Pedri Gonzalez - Little Imperfections

Pedri Gonzalez - Bakery

Pedri Gonzalez - Stuck With You

Pedri Gonzalez - What Stays In The Camp Nou (smut)

Pedri Gonzalez - Holy

Pedri Gonzalez - Baila Conmigo

Pedri Gonzalez - Duolingo

Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You ft. Ferran Torres

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Pedri Gonzalez - Punto De Vista

Pedri Gonzalez - Come With Me

Robert Lewandowski - A City We Barely Know

FCPorto

Nico Gonzalez - New City, New Faces

Newcastle FC

Anthony Gordon - Freezin'

Brighton

Evan Ferguson - Fairytale of New York

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Declan Rice - Cupid and Psyche

Martin Ødegaard - Isn't It Strange?

Martin Ødegaard - Pinnekjøtt

Real Madrid

Jude Bellingham - When We Were Young

Jude Bellinagham - An Unexpected Gift

Jude Bellingham - Moving

Jude Bellingham - Stop Thinking

Paris Saint Germain

Kylian Mbappe - The Lights of Paris

Kylian Mbappe - Midnight

Marco Asensio - Jo Soc Culer (smut)

Manchester United

Alejandro Garnacho - Admire Me Later

Alejandro Garnacho - Cuffin' Season

Gary Neville - Are You Sure?

Mason Mount - Late

Mason Mount - Coffee Talks

Mason Mount - Silent Treatment

Mason Mount - Play Pretend

Mason Mount - Theatre of Dreams

Manchester City

Jack Grealish - School

Jack Grealish - Snowman

Julian Alvarez - Felix Navidad

Atheltico Madrid

Rodrigo Riquelme - Elevator Secrets

Sporting Club

Francisco Trincao - Birthday Cake

Lyon

Houssem Aouar - Emotional Support Person

Chelsea FC

Ben Chilwell - Baby Wrap

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Can u do an imagine where u & Ben fight and ur little boy hears & is angry with u bcos he sees tears in his dads eyes. & then the next day u are trying to go about ur day with the baby but he’s misbehaving bcos of what happened last night even tho u & Ben have made up. & when Ben comes home his son is running to his dad happy that Ben has come to save him from his “evil” mum. And Ben is upset his son is treating you like this because he knows the reason u fought was bcos of him. Ty lovely x

Hurtful • Ben Chilwell

“You are full of lies,” You seethed trying not to shout because you don’t want your son to hear. Little did you know that your son was standing outside of the room watching all of this happen. Your back was facing him so there was no way that you would be able to see him or he could see your face but he could see Ben’s and so could you. Tears brimmed in Ben’s eyes as you told him this as he hates arguing with you. It is his own fault though. As soon as your son saw those tears in Ben’s eyes anger flooded through his little body and he ran off back to his bedroom so he wouldn’t be spotted. His mummy just made his daddy cry and he really didn’t like that.

Luckily that night you and Ben had managed to talk through the whole argument that you had and sorted it out. You had managed to have an adult conversation and both of you were explaining your views and where you were coming from with the words that you had said during the argument. Both of you even apologised for some of the words that had left your lips during the argument because some of the words were hurtful but no matter what the two of you talked it all through and sorted out the argument and both you and Ben thought that argument was behind you. Neither of you knew what the next would bring though.

The following day was a nightmare for you. Ben had gone to training like he always does. Kissed both you and your son before he left like he always does and your son was acting perfectly fine whilst Ben was here but as soon as his car left that driveway he turned into a little demon. Nothing was enough for him. No matter what you did it was not enough or it was wrong and your son would decide to throw a whole tantrum over the tiniest things. On top of that, he was purposefully doing things that he knows he’s not allowed to do like drawing on the walls and throwing his toys around causing you to have to punish him, something that you know is necessary but also hate. It was a nightmare for you and you had no idea what was wrong and how to stop it. Your son was constantly misbehaving and you were struggling, holding tears back and silently begging Ben to be back soon to help you deal with it. Normally you don’t even message Ben when he’s at training knowing that he won’t see it until later but today you had to and explain how your son had been acting so he could prepare himself and hopefully get home that little bit quicker to help you out. You do need some help before you break because you’re trying to remain calm but bit by bit your son is managing to break your patience.

Your son was screeching at the top of his lungs and throwing his toys around when Ben had come back from training. He was losing his voice from all of the screaming and shouting that he had been doing and you had a horrendous headache from it all. From the argument with Ben the day prior to this today you were feeling really overwhelmed and emotional and now you were hoping that Ben could talk to your son and figure out why he was being so difficult with you today.

“Daddy. Daddy. Save me from evil mummy,” Your son shouted when Ben walked through the door. He was in shock and that was the final straw for you. This time the tears were in your eyes as you watched your son run straight into Ben’s arms calling you evil. Ben obviously picked up his son and cuddled him closer, trying to calm him down and stop those tears from falling down his face. Ben was at a complete loss. He wanted to reassure you and make sure that you are okay but he also has to make sure his son is alright too. Seeing his eyes staring at you, you gave him a teary smile trying to reassure him that you were fine and he should focus on your son so you can all sort this out. If anyone can get the truth out of him it will be Ben.

“Why’s mummy evil buddy?” Ben questioned needing to find out the whole truth. He needed to find out why your son was so angry with you and decided to constantly misbehave when with you.

“She made you cry,” Your son sobbed out. Instantly Ben felt his stomach drop. It was his fault the whole argument started and his own fault that it had even gotten that far in the beginning. He was beating himself up because of it too and even more now because it’s his own fault that your son hates you. His own son hates his own mother. The whole argument started because of something that he said and did, well didn’t say and now it’s escalated into all of this. It’s escalated into something that's hurting his whole family and hurting them all badly so now he’s got to sort all of it out.

“It was my fault,” Ben struggled to get out. He hated admitting this, especially to his own son because he shouldn’t have seen or heard anything that happened last night. Along with that, your son is still too young to fully understand it all so Ben was going to have to be honest but also simplify it as well. Hopefully, say it in a way so your son doesn’t hate him too. Your son though pulled away from Ben and looked at him for a couple of seconds to see what he was saying and only then did Ben continue.

“I made mummy upset and made her cry too. You can’t be mad at her for making me cry because you’d have to be mad at me too for making her cry,” Ben finished off saying. Your son instantly wriggled out of his arms but not before placing a soft kiss on Ben's nose. He ran straight over into your arms and gave you one of the biggest hugs that his little arms would let him do.

“I’m sorry mummy,” Your son once again sobbed into your neck. He had cried a lot that day and really needed a nap to get some of his energy back but you also didn’t want to let go of him just yet. You knew that you and Ben would have a lot more to talk about later when your son goes to bed but for now you just need them both near you.

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ben chilwell masterlist

oneshots (sfw):

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i can't say goodbye

-> content warnings: she/her pronouns, angst, pre-established relationship, infidelity, soft dom!ben x sub!reader, pet names, praise, body worshiping, biting, unprotected sex, ben crying, heartbreak, no happy ending

multipart fics:

● every story has a beginning: part one

-> content warnings: smau, actress!reader, best friend!mason, slow burn, friends to lovers, angst, fluff

● the rules: part one / part two

-> content warnings: 18+, minors dni, forbidden relationship, coworkers to lovers, sneaking around, breaking rules

● six months apart: part one

-> content warnings: smau, 18+, minors dni, nsfw, angst, sneaking around, the reader is james maddison's younger sister

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WIP Ask Game bc idk

doing this bc I've kinda lost ideas for the pyramids for now so here we go

Send an ask about a wip with one(or multiple!) of the questions below!

My Current WIPS(Listing these just by name & with short description of characters/ships involved):

Boytoy Phil(Phil Foden)

Chapter 12(There's Only 5 Beds, Fabio's POV)

Untitled Bravertz(Julian Brandt/Kai Havertz)

Untitled Mueller(Manuel Neuer/Thomas Muller)

Untitled Odegaard/Ramsdale(during international break)

Kiwi(Ben Chilwell/Christian Pulisic)

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Kiss Me

Summary: The TikTok Trend where Ben’s girlfriend keeps on wiping away his kisses.

Song: Love Theme by Ennio Morricone Quote: “Shut up, I know you love my kisses.”

A/N: This is very short so I do apologise - also everyone doing the Insta AU’s are making me want to do them but I know I be terrible at it, so I’ll leave it to the pros <33

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Ben sighed as he dropped his training bag by the entrance of the front door, slipping his shoes off and scratching Oscar behind his ears he made his way towards the living room where he knew his girlfriend was, watching Criminal Minds once again.

“Hey gorgeous,” he utters, voice tired as he climbs on top of his girlfriend, leaning an elbow on the cushion next to her and a hand on the cushion behind her, he leaned down to give her lips a soft kiss, and he would smile if he didn’t see her wipe her lips with the back of her hand.

“Hello, my love, good training session?”

Ben gave a quick shake to his head and blinked.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to her lips once again, only to gasp in shock when he watches her wipe it away again.

“That!” He kissed her again and once again she wiped it away. “Are my kisses not good enough for you or something?” He kissed her again, and she wipes it off. “Baby, stop, please!” He laughs breathlessly.

“I’m not doing anything!” Y/n announces, eyes widening playfully as she looks up at him, but even by the looks of her eyes he knew she was messing with him from the softness of her eyes when she admires him.

He bites the inside of his cheek before leaning down to kiss quick kisses against her jaw then to her lips, he pulled away in stratification, but it was soon taken away from him when he watches her hands rub her jaw and lips to wipe the love he had just given her.

“You really are a pain in my arse aren’t you?” Ben asks, playfully rolling his eyes before smirking. He takes her before her hands, intertwining his fingers with them before pinning them above her head, and then leaned down to attack her face with kisses everywhere – even making sure to leave wet kisses to her cheek, but neither one cared as both of them were to busy laughing as she squirmed beneath him.

“Stop attacking me so much!”

“Shut up, I know you love my kisses.”

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the cake | ben chilwell

summary: ben and y/n hate each other, but baking a cake together for mason's birthday has never been more fun

warnings: +18 smut! fingering, dirty talk, oral (M receiving), unprotected sex (don't do this if you don't want ist's and babys), teasing, cocky!reader, hair pulling, seminude exchange, kitchen sex

word count: 6,576 yes, it is a very long one and has some development, so save some time to read it

notes: yeah I know that mason's birthday has already passed, I meant to post this way before, but it didn't work out, and yes, I also know that maybe i’m a little obsessed with enemies to lovers, but like taytay says: I swearrr I don't love the enemies to lovers, it loves me!!!! and this time it’s for benji!!!!! enjoy it.

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"What the hell are you doing here?" Y/N asked as Ben walked through the door. She was at Mason's house as it was his birthday, and they were hosting a surprise party. They had decided to do everything themselves, and she was in charge of putting up the decorations around the house, while Declan's job was to keep Mason out all day and only bring him in at party time.

"When Dec told me you were here alone, I thought I had the right to come over and inspect, just to make sure you're not going to destroy my best friend's house!" He replied, closing the door. Y/N looked at him nonconformist and also because Ben looked very well. He was wearing a pink T-shirt and a white cap pulled back from his head. His strong arm held a cooler that must have been crammed with alcoholic drinks and ice.

"I need to organize the decorations, but since you didn't go after the cake, which was your obligation, CHILWELL, I'll have to make one too." She grumbled, it was Ben's job to order the cake and go get it, the only task besides buying drinks, but he had forgotten, and that time was running out.

"Exactly, the cake is my obligation, so I'll do it." He replied after placing the cooler on the floor. He snapped his fingers as if that was going to be an arduous task.

"You can burn even water, Benjamin!" Y/N exclaimed, trying to stop him from reaching the kitchen. There was no way she could cook a cake with Ben there, it would be a disaster, she was sure.

They had always hated each other from the first day they met. She was arrogant, and Ben hated arrogant people. He was too uptight, a pain in the ass in Y/N's eyes. He didn't know how to live and liked to shit rule on everyone's head, it pissed her off because in life she hadn't been regimented even by her parents.

"I'll make sure that at least you don't put any poison from your snake fangs in our food." He crossed his arms resiliently.

"Oh, you bet I will, but it will only be on your piece!" She walked past him bumping into his arm on purpose and going to the kitchen, opening the cupboards and the fridge starting to fetch the ingredients.

"Let's make a mint chocolate cake." She said, knocking the box of chocolate on the wood.

"Mason likes strawberry with vanilla better." Ben hit back with the strawberry box.

"Chocolate."

"Strawberry." Y/N rolled her eyes, she wasn't in the patience to keep arguing, and she didn't have the time either.

"Okay, it's going to be a red velvet cake with cream cheese filling!" Neither vanilla nor chocolate seemed to be a good solution, and Ben eventually agreed. He watched as she moved to grab some tools like spoons, baking sheets, a mixer and leave everything on the island.

"I bet you don't even know where to start." Y/N just said that to Ben to make a dig at him, turning her back to grab the rest of the ingredients from the cupboard. Ben felt slightly challenged and moved toward the sink to wash his hands, but the sound of Y/N's cell phone caught his attention. The cell phone was on the kitchen island with the screen facing up and unlocked.

His eyes widened when he saw the content of the messages. She was talking to a guy in a lewd way, but what really shocked him were the pictures she sent him: in red lingerie, some in just panties, while her arms hid the nipples of her breasts. Each photo was better than the other in extremely sexy poses. His cock throbbed in his underwear as he looked. He knew Y/N was hot, but it was totally new to see her at that angle.

"What do we have here?" Y/N turned abruptly, just in time to see her cell phone beeping in Ben's hand, taking messages from the guy she was chatting with. A wicked grin appeared on Chilwell's face as he looked at the screen. "Nice breasts, by the way."

He pointed his deep blue iris to her and saw Y/N begin to blush, he just didn't know if it was from anger or embarrassment. When she realized that Ben had his cell phone in hand, she almost freaked out and cursed herself for leaving it unlocked.

"Benjamin, give it to me now!" She demanded going toward him, but Ben began to take steps backwards to get away. "You little shit."

"You like humiliating yourself like that, so guys can fuck you?" He raised his eyebrow as he read the conversation. The guy was practically demanding that she send those pictures.

"That's none of your business! Give me back my cell phone." She exclaimed, going after him to try to take it, but Ben resisted. He held the device in his hand and raised his arm, finding it amusing as she tried to retrieve it.

"No." He was taller, she could stand there for hours trying to jump to catch up, it was a fight with certain defeat, so in those cases Y/N would have to be smarter. She took advantage that his hands were up and slid her hand into his jeans, pulling Ben's cell phone from there.

"There is!" She gloated and walked away quickly before he could react. "I wonder what you're hiding here, Chilwell?" She spoke, turning it on, and the lock screen appeared: it was his dog, Oscar. Cute. But she was more interested in invading his privacy, as he had done with her.

"It has a password." Ben crossed his arms, he wasn't so dumb to leave his cell phone unlocked lying around. Y/N bit the inside of his cheek and began to think.

"Let me see. Alex's birthday." She tried, but it gave an error.

"Try again." Ben laughed. Y/N forced her brain to think of something more exact when an idea came to her mind.

"UCL title date."

"Damn it!" Ben grumbled as the screen unlocked.

"So predictable." She laughed and started to walk away when she realized Ben was approaching.

"Damn. Give it back to me, Y/N, I'm giving yours." He spoke, extending her cell phone, but she ignored it.

"Hm... What are you so afraid I'm going to see here?" she raised her eyebrow as Ben cursed. He approached, and they stood three steps apart, preparing in case she tried to escape down the sides, but Y/N ran out of the kitchen and locked herself in the bathroom while Ben cursed.

She closed the door behind her and looked at the cell phone in her hands. First she went through the pictures, but there was nothing interesting on it, so she opened the conversations. If he had read a conversation of hers, she had a right too. She rolled her eyes when she saw that he was talking to two women at the same time. Men. So predictable.

She was about to leave when she looked in the mirror and had an idea. Y/N started to undress in just her panties and bra, remembering Ben's reaction when he saw her pictures and commented on her breasts. She took three pictures with the camera pointed at the mirror and saved them in the gallery. After that, she got dressed and got out of there, as Ben started banging on the door.

"Look, looks like the uptight  boy isn't so uptight." She said, slamming her cell phone on his chest and taking hers back. Ben cursed softly, realizing that she had read his messages. "Do they know you are dating both of them at the same time? That isn't correct, Chilwell."

"Shut up. This is an open relationship, you don't know anything."

"You don't want to admit that you are being a hypocrite. That's just it." Y/N turned away from him and started walking towards the kitchen, Ben went after her feeling the need to defend himself, but she turned to him and stopped him from entering the kitchen. "Just get out of here, we both know you can't cook."

Chilwell rolled his eyes but eventually did as she said and went to sit on the couch in the living room, he was curious to know what Y/N had gotten up to with his cell phone. He picked up the device and started checking his apps, luckily Y/N hadn't texted anyone. He looked through his calls until he finally checked his gallery. He's eyes widened at the sight of the pictures she had left there for the sole purpose of teasing him.

Well he took turns looking between Y/N in the kitchen and the pictures of her. It hadn't even crossed his mind that underneath those clothes she held such sexy lingerie and such a hot body. He spent some time admiring the pictures, the cleavage of her breasts in her bra, the curve of her ass, the details of her tiny panties... enough for that to start turning him on. "Shit." He whispered to himself. Those photos were as good as the ones he had seen on her cell phone, and effective if the goal was to get his cock hard.

He looked at Y/N in the kitchen. She had put on an apron and was beginning to measure out the ingredients. Ben stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen. He stopped at the counter and propped his elbows there.

"What the hell is this? Are you trying to provoke me?" He asked showing her his cell phone and Y/N gave him a winning smile before turning her back to open the refrigerator.

"You seemed to really like the ones you saw on my cell phone, so I decided to save those for you..." She blinked innocently, but seductively. "Just so you know what you'll never get, Chilwell."

Ben closed his mouth, he was disbelieving, but soon decided to regain his composure after seeing how Y/N was enjoying upsetting his mind with her teasing. "I didn't like them." He said, blocking his cell phone and looking away.

Y/N picked up a can of whipped cream and poured some on his index finger. "You are a terrible liar, Benjamin." She said and then immediately took her finger to her mouth and sucked on it.

Ben swallowed dryly and turned his back on her, deciding to go back into the living room. Oh fuck, he was so hard by then and seeing Y/N sucking his fucking finger just made him wonder what it would be like if she sucked his cock. Her lips looked incredible at that angle and incredibly inviting. Y/N laughed internally when he saw Ben walking back into the living room, happy that he had gotten what she wanted.

Ben sat down on the couch and looked at the bulge in his pants and moaned low. He stroked his own cock over the fabric and his conscience appeared to alert him that it was not a good idea to do that there. That was not the right place and not the right person. He hated Y/N, they were hosting a party for Mason, at his house. Ben was not a guy who liked to take risks, he was always more reserved and liked to follow rules. Totally the opposite of Y/N. But that day he was instigated and somewhat curious.

He looked at the kitchen again. Y/N was distracted, humming a tune, while she stirred the ingredients of the cake. Ben narrowed his eyes at her, he would not let her win that game so easily. Thinking about it, he lowered his jeans enough to leave his white Calvin on display and the bulge his hard cock was making in the fabric. He took two pictures, one with his hand in his underwear holding his length, and sent them to Y/N's cell phone.

From there, you could hear her cell phone beeping. He wasn't able to see her, but he heard perfectly when something fell to the floor, and she cursed.

"Everything okay there, Y/N?" He asked, holding back his laughter, with the overbearing thought that maybe she got careless after seeing the pictures he sent.

"More than fine, Benjamin!" She shouted back and Ben stood up, tidying his jeans in place and walked to the kitchen. Y/N was standing, she had tied up her hair and in a bowl was beating the butter with the vanilla essence. "Get out of here. You're in the way." She said when she saw him.

"No, that's my cake too, and I'm going to help make it." He says, walking past her, leaning against her waist purposefully. Ben could have sworn he saw her body shiver entirely. Y/N sighed, how could she continue baking with Ben beside her and knowing what he was hiding under his pants?

Her jaw locked when she saw the pictures of his cock. They weren't nudes, but it gave her mind a lot of freedom to start fantasizing. The "BC" and the "21" of his tattoos being quite striking. Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the size, and now she had a sense of the width and thickness, it was sending heat to her entire body and an abrupt need to close her legs. She didn't realize she was getting aroused until she let some cutlery fall off the table, and that snapped her back to reality.

The next step in the cake was to mix the dry ingredients with the egg yolks and buttercream. Y/N saw Ben start to break the eggs into a bowl and rolled his eyes.

"You have to break the eggs in a different container first to see that they are not spoiled, and then separate the yolk from the white!" She grumbled and he frowned at her. For a moment her gaze wandered to his hands, so big and nimble... Y/N was a simple person, if she saw nice fingers she wanted them inside her, but that was Ben, she hated him, she should not allow herself to have such thoughts about him. "Just get out of here, you do everything wrong."

"I'm not the one dirtying the whole island with milk." Ben laughed, and she realized that maybe she had been watching his hands too long, and the milk she was pouring into the meter overflowed onto the table. Y/N snorted, grabbing a cloth to start wiping it up. "What? Can't you concentrate with me here?"

He asked in a more husky and provocative way, sliding one lip over the other. Y/N sighed, feeling more heat than she really was. Ben knew he was messing with her to the same extent she was messing with him. He simply could not stop looking at her legs as she moved from side to side, since Y/N was wearing a very short skirt.

"Of course I can!" She asserted, but that was a lie. Her hormones were driving her crazy, and she couldn't do anything without sometimes looking away from Ben. It was as if her eyes were two metal spheres and Ben was a giant magnet. To help, the tingling in her core would not cease. "I'm going to the bathroom, try not to make a mess." She sighed and walked quickly to the hall bathroom and closed the door.

She leaned against the wood and unlocked her cell phone, going straight to Ben's conversation and taking a good look again at the pictures he sent her. He was so big, and she wished it was her hand instead of his, just the thought made her gasp and press her thighs together. She parted her legs a little, playing with the waistband of her skirt, her fingers snaked towards his core before she was rudely interrupted.

"Y/N what are you doing there?" She nearly jumped and dropped her cell phone to the floor when she heard Ben's knocks on the door. His deep voice vibrated in Y/N's ears and drifted down to her panties.

"It's rude to ask what people are doing in the bathroom, Chilwell!"

"If you don't want to say, then I think I can guess." She couldn't see, but she was sure Ben was smiling on the other side. She bit her lip, keeping silent. "Hm... I guess you got wet as fuck and decided to come to the bathroom to touch yourself."

Y/N let out the heavy breath she was holding, suddenly she was puzzled that he was so cheeky. She opened the door in a rush in time to see Ben with his elbow leaning against the doorframe and his hand on his head. His biceps were marked, but she didn't let that distract her.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Chilwell." She didn't want to admit that that was exactly what it was.

"Don't play the cynic! You know I'm talking about our semis exchange, you were just as turned on as I was." He crossed his arms across his chest and moistened his lips.

His irritation was visible, all Y/N wanted to do was wipe that smile off Ben's mouth.

"I did not!" She huffed and took a step forward, leaving their faces inches apart. Ben grabbed her waist with his strong arm so fast that her body projected forward in a jolt and Y/N had no time to react.

"You are a terrible liar." He replayed the line and Y/N had no way to react, as Ben crashed his lips into hers in a raging kiss. She was caught between the door frame and his body as Ben's tongue invaded her mouth. She moved her arms to hold onto him because that was... Good. Really good. Ben was a great kisser.

He ran his hand down the side of her body continuously, his cock was still so hard, and he was desperate for contact, even if it was Y/N. At that moment, he didn't care about anything, he just wanted her.

Y/N held his neck as he bit her lip. She flattened her chest, lacking air. It was a great kiss, but she still wasn't willing to give in and had a cake to bake.

"If you're talking about those pictures, I think you were the only one affected." She says, pressing her hips into his erection. "I'm drier than a desert!"

"Really? So if I stick my fingers under that tiny skirt, I won't find any soggy panties?" He teased, running his fingers along the hem of her skirt, rubbing his phalanges against the skin of her thigh. Y/N contracted the muscles in her groin. She could feel the very heat of her natural lubrication. Her panties were as damp and warm as a rainy summer afternoon.

"I need to finish that cake!" She shot out, swallowing a groan and pulling away from Ben. Y/N was unable to answer that and went back into the kitchen. She turned on the mixer to beat the egg whites and went to mix the dry ingredients.

Y/N decided to stand with her back to the rest of the kitchen, trying to concentrate on the dough, so much so that she barely noticed when Ben came up behind her. He pulled her hair to the side and began to distribute kisses down her neck. He would have given up by now if he hadn't known that she was as turned on as he was.

His hands held her flanks while his lips worked on her neck with kisses and a few bites. Y/N sighed, trying to pretend Ben wasn't there, but it was nearly impossible.

"Benjamin, get out!" She struggled to say as he moved closer, his chest colliding with her back and his hands caressing her belly under her t-shirt.

"You don't want me to leave." The scent of his aftershave lotion was numbing her nostrils and the touch of his hands leaving her with no reaction. He moved his hands down to her ass, giving it a considerable squeeze before sliding them down to her inner thighs. Ben was addicted to the smell of her hair, he could easily feel her body reacting to his. "Say I can touch you, Y/N." He whispered in her ear before sucking on her neck, leaving marks there. At least then she would have no way to deny what happened in that kitchen.

Y/N made a circular motion with the spoon to mix the dough that got slower and slower. Ben's fingers made circles on her thigh, she had no control whatsoever over her breathing, and her heart felt like a crusher breaking concrete. Ben was still leaving kisses on the back of her neck, and Y/N felt she was on the edge. She rested her fingers on the edge of the counter and let go:

"Fuck, touch me!"

He instantly smiled with consent, and his fingers pushed her panties aside as Y/N spread her legs for him to have better access. Ben started softly, letting her wetness envelop his fingers as he slid his index and middle finger between her lips. Y/N moaned softly, pushing her hips back toward his erection, which pressed her hips against the countertop.

"Dryer than a desert, huh?" he chuckled in her ear as his finger began to stimulate her clit, making Y/N squirm.

"Shut up, Chilwell!"

"I may even shut up, but I want to hear you." Y/N threw her head back on his shoulder as she felt two of his fingers slowly and tortuously invade her. Ben began a repetitive in and out motion as his thumb circled her clit, Y/N whimpered, unable to hold back the sounds. He kissed every bit of her face he could reach, and his other hand held her hips in place.

She was right, Ben had nice fingers, and she wanted to kiss him, but he didn't seem too willing to let her leave the place.

"Shit!" She cried out when Ben curved his fingers a little, reaching her G-spot. The way she squeezed around his fingers was driving him crazy too, and he couldn't wait to feel that with his cock. Y/N's legs trembled as her orgasm grew.

"Have you ever cooked like this, Y/N? Having two more hands to help you?" He increased the finger movements, so rhythmic and precise. She was trying to pay attention to his words, but her brain and her whole body were only focused on the orgasm to come.

"F-fuck, Chilly, I'm going to cum!" His mouth formed into a smile when he heard his nickname. Y/N never called him that, it was always "Benjamin" or "Chilwell".

"You moaned my nickname."

"I-it came out unintentionally."

"That was the prettiest sound I've ever heard." He decided that "Chilly" and the word "cum" went very well together in the same sentence, even more so if they came out of Y/N's mouth.

She barely heard what he said as the waves of pleasure began to wash over her so strongly and she clenched tightly around his fingers. An overwhelming peace took over her body as Y/N came teasingly. Ben kept his mouth glued to her neck as his fingers made the last movements necessary for her to feel completely satisfied.

He pulled out of her and Y/N took a deep breath trying to come back from the high cloud she was on.

"Tastier than the cake I'm sure." He said sucking on the fingers that seconds ago were inside her, Y/N knew of her confectionery skills but she couldn't refute that. "What do you want to do while the cake bakes?" Ben was full of second thoughts, as wrong as that seemed he didn't want it to end, he felt they were just getting started.

"The filling and the frosting." Y/N pushed him by the elbow and he groaned giving her space. She finished the dough, placed it in the greased baking pan and took it to the oven to bake.

Before throwing the dirty bowl into the sink, she washed hands, took a small spoon and scooped up the little bit of dough that had remained and brought it to her mouth, looking at Ben as she did so.

"Do you suck dick as well as you suck that spoon?" Ben asked, but she didn't even answer or look at him after his cheeky question, Y/N had better ideas. She took the filling ingredients and threw them into another bowl, but without mixing them, then she took a wooden spoon and handed the bowl to Ben who held it to his chest.

"You mix. I suck." She gave him a mischievous smile before getting down on her knees. She could use the mixer to beat the cream cheese, but what a waste it would be to leave Ben's muscular arms useless. She wanted to see them in action as much as he wanted her to suck his cock.

Ben was unresponsive for a few seconds as he looked over the basin at Y/N's head close to his hip while her hands groped his crotch. She played with the elastic of his Calvin and looked up realizing that Ben was still motionless. "Am I going have to repeat?, Chilly?"

When he looked at her and saw her bright eyes full of mischief, he held up the spoon and began to stir. Y/N smiled contentedly, focusing on his cock again. First she opened his pants and slid them down to his ankles and then his white Calvin. Ben's cock slammed into his abdomen, she held the base and began sucking his balls. Ben groaned, throwing his head against the closet. It must have been almost forty minutes since he had been fantasizing about it.

"How long do I need to mix that?" He questioned.

"As long as you want." Y/N replied and Ben understood that if he wanted it was going to suck him until he came.

Her tongue swirled around his tip sucking all of his pre-semen and he reacted by gripping the handle of the spoon tighter, wishing it was her hair. Y/N jerked him slowly before she began to run her tongue over each startled vein of his penis. Then she moved her lips down his length and began sucking as hard as she could until she ran out of air. She kissed his cock as she paused for breath. Y/N put him back in her mouth and Ben cursed as he felt the tip of his cock hit the bottom of her throat and her nose rub his pubic bone. She firmed her lips around his shaft and pulled her head back, repeating the process a few times, faster and faster and more frantic, until her jaw, and her knees resting on the cold tile began to ache.

"Oh, fuck yes. Keep doing that, Y/N." Ben moaned looking down at his cock going in and out of her plump lips.

He left the bowl on the counter as she propped her hands on his thighs, having the support she needed, to shove his entire cock into her mouth. Ben held her hair gently, holding her head in place and began to thrust his hips back and forth, feeling her throat throbbing around him. It was so wet and hot. He pushed her head deep and held it for a few seconds until she was panting. "Holy shit, you're killing me, baby!"

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting his blue irises looking at her, they were as dark as the ocean on the night of a storm. She wanted to rip off that ridiculous cap he was wearing and mess up his hair, make it fall to his forehead.

Ben held the base of his penis and pulled it out of her mouth when he realized he was going to cum. He slid the base across Y/N's lips who wrapped her tongue around the head. He pulled her up before he lost control completely. She looked down at the bowl the filling Ben had mixed, trying to ignore that his cock was still hard and she hadn't made him cum.

"It's not good yet." She said looking at the bowl, but Ben knew she meant something else.

"You're right." He whispered, pulling her close by the waist. Y/N watched as his biceps squeezed her and how her chest rose as it collided with his. Ben pulled her bottom lip with his teeth and squeezed her hips. "Where should I fuck you?" He quickly looked around the kitchen for all the places he could easily sit her down or bend her over. "Your choice."

"Why should I let you fuck me?" She tugged at his cap and the hat fell back lifting a few strands of his hair.

"I'll make you cum again before that cake finishes baking." She looked at the oven, the light inside made it visible as the batter grew, but it still wasn't good. When Y/N looked at Ben again she grabbed his neck, sticking their bodies together as she kissed him fiercely. This was not something she could easily refuse.

Ben felt free to be a little rough, he kissed her eagerly and pushed her body until Y/N bumped her hips on the edge of the island. He wanted to fuck her so badly and could no longer stand so many clothes separating them. He pulled her blouse up, pulling it off her body quickly, and did the same with her skirt, without much finesse.

His hands squeezed her thighs and Y/N sat on the island, the movement making some ingredients they had already used fall to the floor and making a mess but she didn't care. She took off Ben's shirt and hugged his waist with her legs. Her hands squeezed and arranged every inch of skin on his arms and torso. Ben removed her bra so easily and his mouth left hers only to tease her nipples. He squeezed her breasts feeling how soft and heavy they felt in his hands.

Y/N moaned, scratching the back of his neck and threaded her fingers through the strands of his hair.

"I've always wanted to do that!" She exclaimed, pulling his hair from side to side as Ben licked and nibbled on her nipples. "Especially when you use that melequent gel."

"Oh." He lifted his head to look at her, his thumbs sliding between the elastic of her panties to the sides. "Have you ever caught yourself imagining pulling my hair?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "Was I fucking you or eating your pussy?" Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Not at all. I meant messing it up. To piss you off. But if you feel better thinking I had erotic dreams about you, you can think whatever you want." She slid her nails down his abdomen causing Ben to get chills and his cock to twitch again. Y/N left a bite on his neck and some saucy kisses. "If I were you, I would start moving, if not I will start thinking that besides being insufferable, you are also a liar, Chilwell."

Y/N whispered looking at the oven. The timer on the clock kept ticking and soon it would beep indicating that the cake was ready. Ben decided to act more quickly, fearing that Y/N would give up. He removed her panties and they groaned together as he finally penetrated her, beginning regular strokes without a pause so that Y/N could adjust to his size. She was so wet it was easy.

"Are they supposed to fuck you like that when you sent those pictures?" He smiled and she pulled him by the shoulders, shutting his mouth with a kiss.

"Can't you fuck with your mouth closed, Benjamin?"

"I'm not the one making so many noises." He laughed when she moaned into his mouth. Ben's hand gripped the hair on the back of her neck firmly holding her head in place, her ajar lips brushing against his as she moaned and was forced to face him. The thumb of his other hand began to rub her clit and she thought she would melt there. His hips were faster, his cock moving out and in from inside her nervously. "What pretty noises you're making for me, Y/N... Am I making you feel good?"

"Oh God, yeessss, yes, yes, don't stop!" He nodded, his big hands held the cheeks of her ass enrusting the two thrusts, deeper and more precise. Ben took a general look around the kitchen. It was a mess, they were a mess, but he was fucking Y/N and her lips were on his, biting his mouth and rolling her tongue around in his.

"We really shouldn't be doing this right now." He said between one sigh and another, his movements slowed down and Y/N gave him an ugly look. Her breathing wasn't all out of whack and her body wasn't all sweaty for her to get out of that kitchen without cumming.

"Well, do you want to stop?" she asked. "Because if you stop I'll kill you."

Ben laughed, he denied with his head and kissed her back, speeding back up. Some cutlery was falling from the island and the noise was mixed with the sound of their skin hitting each other. Y/N propped one hand on the table and looked up at him.

"What happened to you? Isn't it too risky to fuck me in your best friend's kitchen? You're not like that, Benjamin." His hand slid down her belly until it gripped her breast and Y/N gasped arching her back.

"You're driving me crazy. That's what happened." Her pussy tightened around his cock when his voice came out husky and guttural. Ben clamped his teeth around her neck trying to control himself from cumming before she did. "Holy fuck."

"You are blaming me for your corruption."

"Exactly. "Ben held her head up high, neck tightly stretched, and slowly, he was leaning her over the table. Y/N stared at the ceiling, stunned as he trusted to fuck her over the island. Each time they moved a different thing fell to the floor. "I want you moaning my nickname. Again." He spoke seriously, almost like an order.

"Then make me cum!" She said adjusting her leg around his hip more firmly.

Her body responded deliciously to Ben's. She let herself go, he sped up. He was thrusting, rushing. Each time Y/N gasped and threatened to lay her head on the table, Ben pulled her hair back. He kept up the pace. He pumped quickly. Her moans were cadenced with his strokes. She was almost at the peak when he stopped for a moment. Y/N complained in a sigh. He came back in and put it in in a hurry, and without her expecting it, he put it in deep.

"Oh, fuck yeah. That's it, I'm going to cum." She moaned loudly and smiled, holding the sides of Ben's head, his hair falling to his forehead and staring into his deep blue eyes. "Chilly."

She broke down in delirious glee, biting his shoulders and her eyes rolling out of their sockets. Her pussy twitching and milking every drop from him. Her somatic nervous system was taking a back seat and Y/N could no longer control the sounds that came out as a result. Each thing she said came out in a different way, but they involved Ben's name. Her words triggered his own release and Ben moaned as he came inside her, squeezing her nipples and claiming her lips on his. Y/N collapsed on the table, blushing, but she grabbed his neck and they kissed as they returned to an upright position on the table.

He kissed her entire collarbone area and part of her bust, his lips not wanting to leave her skin, but Y/N had to push him away to get off the island when the oven beeped indicating that the cake was ready. She took some sheets of paper to clean herself and washed her hands in the sink. Then she removed the form from the oven with cloth gloves and placed it on top of the empty part of the island.

"Well...look at the mess you've made." She looked from Ben to the mess on the kitchen floor and Ben looked at her indignantly as he put on his underwear.

"The mess I made?" she laughed, picking his t-shirt up off the floor and putting it on. She turned her back to him looking for the bowl with the filling. "I made it myself, Y/N?" Ben stared at how well his shirt had looked on her. Half of her legs were still showing, they were so sexy. He reached up and grabbed her waist.

"Yeah, I'll go finish the cake and you should clean that up before Mason gets here, he wouldn't be too happy if he saw his kitchen like this. You know, just a word of advice."

"I gave you two orgasms and you make me clean up the mess?" He still looked at her indignantly.

"That's right." Y/N stood facing him, licking her lips and speaking close to his mouth. "If you're a good guy I can give you your second." Her hand snaked up to his groin giving his cock a considerable squeeze that almost made Ben groan.

They exchanged a complicit smile and he relented, starting to tidy up the mess but not putting his clothes on as a way of teasing her. Y/N didn't take her eyes off him as she finished assembling and filling the cake.

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Hours later, Mason's birthday party was already happening. He and all his friends had arrived for the surprise, and Y/N breathed a sigh of relief that she and Ben had managed to get all the decorations and all the mess done in time.

They had already sung Happy Birthday and were eating the cake in the living room. Ben and Y/N were on opposite sides of the couch exchanging intentional glances. They had pretended the entire party that nothing had happened between them, but they couldn't pretend to themselves how much they wanted each other.

"That cake turned out good, Y/N." Mason said, he was already on his third piece.

"Thank you, Mason. Ben helped me." She answered for her friend, but really was looking at Ben.

"Ben can't cook." Mason laughed and looked at his friend.

"Until he can do one thing or another." She said taking the spoon to her mouth, tasting the filling as she had done earlier and Ben shook his foot on the floor, starting relatively excited.

"I'm surprised you guys didn't destroy my kitchen."

"Me too." It was Ben's turn to speak and Y/N, ah if only Mount knew... Mason laughed and went off to talk to other people.

He and Y/N stared at each other for a few minutes until she got up and sat down next to him. Her hand went to his thigh after making sure that everyone was drunk enough to pay attention to them.

She turned her head toward him, knowing that neither of them could take any more of that tension, and whispered:

"Do you want to have sex in the bathroom, Chilwell?"

"Meet me there in five."

She shot off to the upstairs bathroom to wait for him. That had been the tastiest cake she had ever made and Y/N didn't expect that one day there might be another like it.

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