#Ben Shelton
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jannik vs benny
#love how their kits fit them so well colour-wise#sinner vs shelton#jannik sinner#ben shelton#aus open 2025#australian open#<live tennis talk>
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Instagram live || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: You and Ben have kept your relationship a secret for 4 years now until one morning when you decide to do an Instagram live
Wc: 1,535
Warnings: slightly suggestive content if u squint
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You stir slightly in your sleep, faintly aware of light kisses peppering your arm. The warmth of Ben’s lips against your skin coaxes a smile from you before you’ve even opened your eyes. “Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his morning voice low and husky, sending a comforting warmth through you.
You turn to face him, the sight of his tousled curls and sleepy grin making your heart flutter. Leaning in, you place a soft kiss on his cheek. His lips stretch into a smile, the dimple in his left cheek making an appearance. Without hesitation, his strong arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest. Neither of you wants to leave the cocoon of warmth you’ve built together, tangled under the covers.
“I’m going to shower,” you whisper against the curve of his neck, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. His hands move to rest on your hips, his thumbs gently massaging the soft fabric of your pyjamas. “Can I join?” he teases, his tone playful but filled with intent. His grin widens, and you can’t help but let out a small laugh.
“I fear if you do, we won’t make it out of the bathroom anytime soon,” you reply, smirking as you push yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. Ben groans dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows as you walk away. His hand catches yours before you get too far, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “I wouldn’t mind,” he calls out, his laughter chasing you as you flip him off over your shoulder, not even bothering to turn around before you close the bathroom door.
The warm spray of water eases you into full wakefulness as you let it cascade over your skin. Wrapping yourself in a fluffy white towel, you squeeze the excess water from your hair and begin brushing your teeth. You’re mid-thought when you hear the bathroom door creak open.
Turning your head slightly, you see Ben saunter in wearing nothing but boxers, his curly hair even messier than before. He smirks as he approaches you, his arms immediately wrapping around your towel-clad body. You lean back into him, tilting your head to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Morning breath and all,” you joke, your mouth frothy with toothpaste, making him chuckle.
“You’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says softly, kissing the side of your temple. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you bend over to spit out the toothpaste, but Ben takes the opportunity to jokingly grind against you. “Ben!” you gasp, bursting into laughter as you straighten up.“What? I couldn’t resist,” he says innocently, though his mischievous grin gives him away.
You swat at his chest, but his boyish laugh is contagious, and soon you’re both grinning like idiots. Standing on your tiptoes, you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. The warmth of his lips against yours feels like home, and when you pull away, you place one last peck on the corner of his mouth. “I feel like making pancakes,” you muse, applying lip balm as he turns on the shower. “Blueberries or chocolate chips?”
“Chocolate chips, obviously,” he says with a grin, his dimples deepening. “Good choice,” you reply, giving him a thumbs-up before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling back the curtains, you’re greeted by the sight of dark, moody clouds hanging over the Brooklyn skyline. A cosy smile spreads across your face at the thought of spending a lazy day indoors, cuddled up with Ben and rewatching Harry Potter movies for the hundredth time.
Once downstairs, an idea sparks in your mind. It’s been a while since you’ve gone live on Instagram, and a cosy morning like this feels like the perfect time. Setting your phone against the fruit bowl, you start the livestream. “Hey, guys!” you greet, your smile lighting up the screen as thousands of viewers quickly join. Chatting with your fans, you start gathering ingredients for pancakes, casually answering questions as you work.
Minutes later, you hear Ben’s footsteps descending the stairs. Clad in just grey sweatpant, he spots you immediately. Your back is to him, and you’re mid-sentence, animatedly chatting about the gloomy weather. Always one for surprises, Ben sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let out a startled yelp, jumping slightly.
“Fucks sake, Ben, you scared me!” you exclaim, spinning around to glare at him. His face is split into a grin, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans down to pepper kisses along your cheek and jaw. Your hands instinctively come up to rest on his forearms, but then it hits you—you’re still live. “Oh, shit,” you mutter under your breath, freezing in place. “What?” Ben asks, confused by your sudden stillness.
You glance toward your phone, silently cursing yourself when you see the camera pointed directly at you two. Thousands of people are watching. “I’m live on Insta,” you whisper, tilting your head up to meet Ben’s wide-eyed stare. He turns his head to the screen, realising he’s been caught. “Oh. Uh, hey…” he says awkwardly, waving at the camera as a flush creeps up his neck.
You burst into laughter, unable to hold it back. “Smooth, Shelton,” you tease as he runs a hand through his curls.“I’m gonna put on a shirt,” he says, quickly retreating up the stairs. Left alone, you turn back to the camera, the comments exploding with excitement. Fans are frantically asking about Ben, with many joking about his deer-in-headlights expression.
A minute later, Ben returns, now wearing a hoodie, looking a little more put-together. “Well, I guess the secret’s out,” he says with a sheepish grin, taking your hand as he reads through the comments. “How long have you two been together?” he reads aloud, glancing at you for confirmation. “Three years now, right?” you say, smiling as he nods. “Yep. Four this September,” he adds, his voice filled with quiet pride.
You lean against him, resting your head on his bicep as you scroll through the comments. One comment catches your attention: “The way he looks at you, though!” Looking up, you find Ben staring down at you with a soft, adoring smile. “What?” you ask, laughing shyly. “Nothing,” he replies, shaking his head as he picks up the spatula to take over the pancake-making.
Eventually, the pancakes are ready, and you prepare to end the live. “Alright, guys, we’re gonna eat now. Thanks for hanging out with us! Bye!” As you end the stream, you and Ben share a knowing look before bursting into laughter. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead.
“At least we don’t have to keep hiding anymore,” he murmurs, and you nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “Yeah,” you agree, leaning into him. “It feels good to just be us.”
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this isn't about winning a slam anymore, this is about beating the rat
#he CANNOT win a slam he simply CANNOT#whatever happens i need him to not win#like ever again but specifically this one#jannik please get your shit together#and if ben gets there my son you need to play like yoe are fucking possessed do you hear me#jannik sinner#ben shelton#ao24#australian open#tennisblr#tennis
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WOW WOW WOW | 📸: Andy Cheung
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Ariana what are you doing here???
#I mean it makes sense cause he’s Australian but still#but#I got Mark Webber watching Jannik Sinner before Oscar this is a crime#mark webber#jannik sinner#ben shelton#tennis
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"They're playing against ghosts."
The American Men's Tennis Curse // "So Much (For) Stardust" by Fall Out Boy
#ta da#I really hope this edit becomes wrong and outdated soon#tennis#edit#video edit#my dearly beloved american idiots#andy roddick#taylor fritz#frances tiafoe#ben shelton#tommy paul#alex michelsen#learner tien#chris eubanks
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USO 2023 Semis vs AO 2025 Semis
Similar hoodie, similar headphone, similar racket bag, similar face — same boy
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Cozy || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: Just you supporting your boyfriend during his match :)
Wc: 960
Warnings: none
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“Is that right?” Ben murmurs, his deep, teasing voice sending a shiver down your spine. His signature smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he glanced down at you, his eyes full of playful mischief. You couldn’t help but giggle, nudging him lightly with your shoulder as the two of you strolled through the brightly lit player tunnels of Rod Laver Arena.
The sound of your sneakers echoed softly against the sleek flooring, mingling with the distant hum of activity from the courts. Your arm was wrapped snugly around his waist, your fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of his training gear. In contrast, his muscular arm hung casually over your shoulders, holding you close, as if keeping you tethered to him. You felt dwarfed by the oversized hoodie of his you were wearing, the sleeves comically long but perfectly comforting.
“Uh-huh, I’m telling the truth, babe, I swear!” you teased, your voice full of mock seriousness as you tilted your head up to look at him. He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, shaking his head slightly. “Whatever you say,” he replied, clearly unconvinced, though his smirk never faltered. As the two of you approached the training rooms, Ben stopped to set his bag on the ground, the weight of it making a soft thud.
His hand slid from your shoulder, and before you could fully step away, he gave your bum a light tap. “Ben!” you yelped, laughing as heat rushed to your cheeks. You swatted at him half-heartedly, but he only grinned wider, clearly enjoying himself. “Just a little motivation,” he quipped, winking as you walked toward the bench along the edge of the room, your laughter trailing behind you.
You plopped down into the chair, tucking your legs beneath you as you watched Ben. He’d already begun pulling on his training shirt, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders and toned frame. You couldn’t help but admire him, your gaze lingering a little too long. His dad, Bryan Shelton, appeared moments later, his clipboard in hand, ready to coach his son.
They exchanged a few words you couldn’t quite make out, but you smiled to yourself at how easy their dynamic seemed—supportive, respectful, and full of trust. Ben turned back to you briefly, catching your gaze with a soft smile. “Stay comfy, yeah? I’ll be done in no time,” he said, his tone gentle and affectionate. “Take your time. I love watching you,” you replied, your voice warm, leaning back in the chair as you pulled Ben’s hoodie tighter around you.
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During the match, you sat in Ben’s player box, the excitement coursing through your veins as you watched him dominate the court. Every point he scored had you on the edge of your seat, your fists clenched in anticipation before you shot them into the air in celebration. Ben’s focus was unmatched, but without fail, he glanced up at his player box after every crucial point.
Each time his eyes met yours, a subtle smirk tugged at his lips, and it felt like a private exchange, even in the midst of the roaring crowd. By the time the final set rolled around, the energy in the arena was electric. The crowd erupted in cheers as Ben secured match point, his opponent unable to return the blistering serve. Victory was his, and it was no surprise to you. You shot out of your seat, clapping and cheering alongside his dad, Bryan, both of you beaming with pride.
The camera panned to the player box, capturing your elation and Bryan’s steady applause, the two of you radiating support for the man who had just put on a phenomenal performance. As the post-match interview began, you remained standing, the adrenaline still coursing through your body. Ben, now slightly sweat-soaked but still effortlessly charismatic, held the microphone as he thanked the crowd and his team.
Then, his gaze shifted across the court, locking onto you in the player box. “I also wanna thank my gorgeous girlfriend,” he said, his smile warm and affectionate as his voice echoed through the stadium. “She’s always so, so supportive of me, no matter what. So, thank you, baby, and I love you.” The crowd erupted into a chorus of “aww’s” and cheers, the sentiment washing over you like a wave. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you blushed deeply, unable to stop the giggle that bubbled up from your chest.
You brought your hands to your face for a moment before blowing him a kiss, your lips curling into a wide smile. Ben grinned, catching your kiss dramatically with his hand and pressing it to his chest, making the crowd cheer even louder. It was a sweet, unguarded moment, one that highlighted the deep affection between the two of you.
You couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, your heart swelling with pride and love. This wasn’t just Ben Shelton, the tennis star who had the crowd in the palm of his hand. This was Ben—your Ben—showering you with love and making you feel like the most important person in the arena, even with thousands of eyes watching.
#ben shelton imagine#ben shelton fanfiction#ben shelton au#ben shelton tennis#ben shelton fanfic#ben shelton x reader#ben shelton#tennis fanfic#ben shelton x fem!reader
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this match is funny because I'll see ben absolutely serving face and looking gorgeous then the camera will pan to jannik and he will be making the most diabolical expression. like what do you mean
i love him i promise but babe what is this 😂
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Ben Shelton Practice Set with Federico Coria | Slow-Mo Tennis
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😁✌️ twins 😁✌️
#MY BFFS 😭😭😭#ben shelton#carlos alcaraz#tennis#carlitos#sooo puppy coded Mwahhhhh#😭 i was smiling so wide watch this I PROBBALY LOOKED INSANE
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