#we could also have a bubble bath 🛀

[fayes-fics]

Balnea Interruptus

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem! reader, modern AU

Summary: Modern AU. Benedict barges in on you taking a bath

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, drunken people, drunken confessions, fingering, vaginal sex, bath sex, some verbal sparring, a smidge of humour.

Word Count: 1.6k (urghhh, godammit Faye, that's not a blurb)

Build a Blurb Prompt: Benedict 👹smut 👥friends to lovers 🍻drunk confessions 🛀shower/bath sex

Authors Note: 1k follower celebration fic. Here I go, getting carried away and breaking my own damn rules right out of the fucking gate. I got this one earlier today and let's say I got inspired shall we? Yes lets. Also sorry for the lethal picture, I needed one with a light blue shirt, okay? Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“What the fu…!!!” you squeal as the door flies open and slams against the tiles.

You were quietly sitting in your oversized bath after a long, hard day at work. Soaking away your troubles amongst some bubbles and drinking a second glass of bubbly, just the right side of tipsy and relaxed. Or at least you were.

You heard your flatmate El come home with some people but didn't expect this invasion. You really should have checked that you locked the damn door. But then there is another bathroom they could have used; this is your private en-suite off your bedroom.

“Oh, shit… sorry,” it's a slurred, delayed reaction. He’s definitely inebriated. But he doesn't move; he's just leaning on the door, hand wrapped around the door handle. “That looks comfy,” he adds, a stupid but attractively goofy smile on his face.

Benedict bloody Bridgerton, just what you don't need right now. The owner of problematic blue eyes and a handsome lopsided grin. The occasional guest star of your masturbatory fantasies, not that you would admit it, even to yourself, let alone him.

“Hello, flatmate’s brother,” you scowl pointedly, raising an eyebrow and slinking lower in the water to ensure the mountain of bubbles hides everything.

“Please don't be modest on my account,” he winks—the bloody troublemaker.

“Any reason you are barging into my private bathroom?” you ask with mock breeziness. He only picks up on the latter.

“Shaving foam,” he states definitively as if that explains everything.

“What about shaving foam?” you frown.

“Need some; it’s Bridgerton family prank time,” he grins, those adorable creases around his eyes appearing. Wait, adorable?

“Sorry, I don't have any,” you shrug.

“Pity,” he huffs and closes the door, sitting down on the closed toilet seat right next to you as if you invited him in for some form of chat.

Something roils in your stomach at his actions; there is no reason for him to be here still.

“Show me your leg,” he demands, apropos of nothing.

“Why?”

“Just humour me,” he reasons, bemused, raising an eyebrow and looking at you expectantly.

You sigh and extract one calf from under the bubbles, lifting it over the edge of the bath, wary that nothing else is visible.

You squeak when he grabs it and runs his warm palm over your shin. All sorts of feelings erupt in your belly.

“Well, that makes no sense,” he mutters, a hand still resting heavily on you, curled around your damp kneecap.

“What doesn't?” so much of this encounter is not making sense.

“How do you have smooth legs but no shaving foam?” he queries, shooting you a nonplussed look.

“I get waxed,” you explain.

His eyebrows pop up, and his pupils dilate rapidly. “Just your legs?” that voice is pitched so low you feel it vibrate through his hand and down your leg, right to your core.

Dear god, what is he doing?

“N…no,” you stutter.

“What else?”

“Many places….” you obfuscate, the humidity and heat in the room somehow cranking up as the hand on your knee slides higher, or rather lower, into the bathtub and onto your thigh.

“Put your arms in the air,” he demands, as only an intoxicated person would.

Without quite knowing why your soapy arms shoot up and connect with the wall behind you, your nipples are only just obscured under the foam.

His other hand brushes your armpit, and you reflexively giggle, which he seems to find utterly beguiling based on the playful smile that dances across his handsome face.

“Very smooth,” he opines, “and apparently quite ticklish,” the tone is low and teasing, his face now carrying an expression you could only categorise as very troublesome. “Where else?” it's a sinful low murmur. Very troublesome indeed.

You keep quiet, flashing a look but pretending not to know what he is asking as you lower your arms. The hand on your thigh slips lower, his light blue rolled-up shirt sleeve darkening as it absorbs bathwater.

“Where else do you wax y/n?” he rumbles, knowing he is crossing a line and, by god, you are letting him.

“I think you know,” you whisper, feeling your heart pound as his fingers spider along your inner thigh, inching further and further.

You gasp as he connects with the smooth flesh between your legs.

“Just how I like it,” he growls, his thumb petting the small strip of hair as his fingers slide into your folds.

“Fuck Benedict,” you exhale and lean back, not caring your breasts are now exposed above the water. You feel the heat of his gaze on them, your nipples pebbling in the cooler air above the water.

“I've always wanted to fuck you.” The blunt confession tumbles out of his lips, and even he looks momentarily surprised at his admission—before rolling with it and smirking at you dangerously, his fingers expertly rubbing a slow teasing circle on your clit.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the end of the tub as he teases you. Waiting for your response to his confession.

“So do it…” is your hushed reply.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

There is a growl as he grabs your chin with his other hand and pulls your face up as his face descends until your lips are crushed under his. His mouth opens, and you are flooded with the taste of expensive smokey whiskey and a hint of mint. God, he tastes good. And he kisses really well. Those sinful fingers are still playing you expertly under the water, making you so very desperate for him.

“Are you getting in or not, Bridgerton?” you mumble with feigned annoyance as his lips move to your neck, sucking the skin there in a delightful way.

“Definitely getting in,” the declaration buzzes against your skin as you watch him fight with a few buttons on his shirt. Giving up with a shrug, he pulls away from you slightly to yank it over his head and throw it aside.

“Oh fuck yes,” it escapes your mouth unbidden as you stare at his torso, and he preens in a way that would make you roll your eyes were you sober. The hand between your legs smear up your body underwater and grabs your breast, tweaking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Likewise,” he groans as his other hand fumbles with his jeans.

“Allow me,” you purr, and he smirks as he stands up fully, removing his hands from your body and nonchalantly offering his fly to you. Your inebriated states make you both much bolder than you usually would be.

You can see the outline of his hard cock straining against the denim, making you want to pitch your face forward and nuzzle it. Instead, you flick open the button and carefully pull down the zip. He is wearing dark grey boxer briefs, and you immediately grab him through the material, so warm and steely. The material rapidly grows darker and clings to his outline as the dampness of your hand soaks into the cotton. He groans heartily and pushes down his jeans to the floor as you continue to tease him.

Then he grabs your hand away from him and rather sweetly brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles. He lunges over, flicks the door lock with two fingers, and climbs into the bath all in one swift motion. You sort of hate how sexy it is. Except now he is settling between your legs and covering your body with his.

“Don't be too good,” you warn, but you surge against him, loving the feel of his skin on yours.

“Excuse me?!?” he exclaims, pulling up from worrying your clavicle with his teeth. “Did you just ask me to be bad at sex?”

“Do you want your sister to hear us?!?” you argue, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh…” realisation dawns on his face, but then it morphs into a look that should be labelled lethal, especially this close-up - a crooked grin with a fiery twinkle in his eye. “Maybe you’ll just have to learn how to shut the fuck up,” he opines, and you feel him tugging down his underpants under the water. “Because now I'm going to do my level best to make you bloody scream.”

“Fuck you, Bridgerton,” you snarl playfully, grabbing a handful of very shapely bottom and assisting in the removal.

“Oh no, I'm fucking you,” he fires back, and a wave of water slops onto the ground as he surges into your body without preamble.

You clamp your mouth shut but scream behind it. He feels absolutely fantastic; there's no other way to describe it.

“Well done for keeping quiet,” he compliments, holding still buried deep inside you, “also fuck, you feel good,” he admits with a shuddering groan.

“Move,” you bark in a somewhat impatient tone, desperate to chase an orgasm that you are so long overdue.

“Are you always this bossy? Or only when there's a cock inside you?” he swaggers, the alcohol making you both very frank with your exchanges.

You flick a soap bubble onto his nose and pout. “Wouldnt you like to know,” you respond cryptically.

“You know, I think I would,” he smirks “maybe when I'm done here, you’ll let me into your bed?” he proposes as he withdraws slightly.

“Hmm, maybe,” you volley, but the last word becomes a moan as he thrusts back into you, a hand pinching your nipple as his teeth bite your earlobe. “Okay, okay, yes, you can be in my bed too,” you surrender, not exactly a loss.

He never did leave your room that night. In fact, he was barely out of it for a week. Eloise suddenly found a reason to go on a business trip for a few days and returned with state-of-the-art noise-cancelling headphones. Funny that.

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[ratkingpierrot]

today at work i had to get something from the very back of our giant, overstocked, disorganized and poorly lit freezer and it became actual hell so quickly. i am extremely claustrophobic, so i try to move fast and keep the (very narrow) footpaths open when i occasionally have to go in there, but we have everything on these big shelves and on rolling racks that, when moved, are pretty precarious/not loaded evenly, like a lot of them are top heavy. ive had one tip over on me before, very not safe. anyway i needed to move almost every fuckass rack in order to reach the dough cases against the back wall, essentially me vs 20 or so 6.5 foot metal racks loaded with boxes of frozen bread and cookie dough, which is. fucking heavy. fatigue from that whole task combined with being on edge about the lack of space to begin with caught up with me all at once and i immediately started panicking. i havent had an episode in, i mean, nearly three years now, but i seriously felt like i was completely trapped and could not will myself to keep clearing my way back out. there was so much between me and the door at that point because i'm an idiot and wasnt relocking the wheels on most of the racks. i probably spent about five minutes just leaning against boxes trying not to throw up or pass out all while freezing my ASS off, it was fucking scary. i still feel extremely drained and this was a good six hours ago, i also bruised my elbows pretty good on my way out which was, needless to say, much like a feral animal trying to escape a cage trap.

all this to say i think i may get started back on some form of anxiety medication. ok im gonna go get dummy stoned and take a bubble bath 🛀

#rat.txt #voidposting bc no one is awake and im anxious. typing this out helped a little though

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

335 of 2023

True or False Inspired by Random Posts on My Instagram Feed!

Created by joybucket

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