#lucy boynton x female!reader

[amberjazmyn]

you're so golden 🫶

pairing : f1 grid x fem!russell!reader

summary : it's the golden globes and kailani russell, sister of f1 driver george russell, the actress who plays the secret daughter of freddie mercury, ophelia mercury, is not only nominated but maybe also wins the award she is nominated for?

warnings : none really

a/n : kailani russell, this original female character is the sister of george russell who is obviously, an f1 mercedes driver. in this version, there will be ophelia mercury who is freddie's secret daughter, hence why they asked a british actress to play her. but also because everyone has always said that kailani doesn't look like her family but like lucy boynton who plays mary austin in the movie. i will also maybe have her dating one of the drivers so it makes even more sense for some of the grid to be at the golden globes.

you're so golden, you're so golden, la la, la la

kailani smiled and cheered as she sat in her seat at the annual golden globe awards 2019 alongside her brother, f1 driver george russell and fellow bohemian rhapsody cast, crew and queen members roger taylor and sir brian may. kailani had been nominated for best actress - motion picture for her portrayal as freddie mercury's secret daughter, ophelia mercury. in the biopic "bohemian rhapsody" that follows the highs and lows of queen and their exuerbrant lead singer, freddie mercury. sat next to her brother, george, was lucy boynton who played mary austin in the movie, the siblings held hands whilst allen leech, another cast member of the movie (paul prenter), sat on the other side of kailani whilst rami malek (freddie mercury) sat in the row in front of them alongside gwilym lee (sir brian may) and joseph mazzello (john deacon). 

throughout the entire night, she was constantly being complimented on the outfit that she was wearing. in all honesty, she did somewhat enjoy the compliments but, it was only because of one thing. she felt ethereal in the dress and it truly distracted her from the anxieties that award shows normally gave her before recieving all of the crazy nominations ever since award season started. otherwise, if it didn't distract her, kailani would be a lot less accepting of the compliments and would try either straight ignoring them or swerving around them and throwing it back to the giver of the compliment. onto the dress, kailani was wearing a gold dress which was a sequined bandage bandeau, fitting her in tight like a corset. truthfully, kailani felt like a goddess and it only made sense that her stylists put her in a gold dress for the golden globes. 

💌

when it came to actually paying attention to the award show that was happening in front of her, kailani genuinely found it difficult because it was getting closer and closer to her category and it just made her zone out. because every time during this award season, she's wanted to protect her mind and her soul since this was the first time that she was ever being acknowledged because just like a couple others in her bohemian rhapsody cast, she had been doing this job since she was a kid. exactly like how her brother, george, had been in motorsport his whole life. however never once was she acknowledged or given her rightful praise for her wonderful talent until now after portraying the role of ophelia mercury, a women who was rumoured for many years to be freddie mercury's secret child. 

so, as she sat next to her brother, george and her other costar, allen leech who played the horrid paul prenter with her onscreen parents lucy and rami in the row in front of them, they all sat in wait. applause and awards were coming and going when gary oldman took the microphone to present kailani's category. instantly, she tensed up in fear, zoning out but keeping a soft smile look on her face as the overhead commentator announced the nominations as scenes of the movies played as well. george wrapping his arms around kailani whilst allen held her free hand and lucy and rami became contortionists as they twisted their arms behind them just so they could also comfort kailani as well. the other f1 racers that kailani had invited scattered elsewhere around the room.

"...the nominations are..." 

"...for bohemian rhapsody, kailani russell," everyone cheers as a small smile and chuckle leaves the zoned out kailani's mouth as she notices the camera really relising in her disassociation but doesn't acknowledge it as she applauds when she hears the scene in which her character, ophelia mercury accidentally finds out about her father freddie's aids diagnosis 

ophelia halts to a stop, this wasn't a conversation she wasn't supposed to run into, it was obvious, but, she couldn't help but feel curious. even then, it wasn't her fault, she was returning to the recording studio with some lunch for her dad freddie and her uncles, roger, john and brian when she heard the news. and before she could get herself out of the room or stop, she heard the very words that did it for her whilst she reached the middle of the room...

"...aids...i wanted you to hear it from me..."

ophelia only heard the "aids" part and everything else just became white noise as she dropped everything she had in her hands and slowly dropped to the floor. her legs going first as they folded underneath her and then her hands as they only just grazed the floor underneath her as tears streamed down her cheeks as her body hunched over itself. that was when freddie, john, roger and brian along with miami turned around, noticing that ophelia, seventeen-year-old ophelia mercury had accidentally walked into a conversation about her father's health that she shouldn't have. but did and now was traumatised over the fact that her father, who she had just found out about, was now getting a death sentence when he was still so young. 

"...dad, please don't say it's true! you...you never get sick...you...you..." ophelia tried to talk but she couldn't, her body rocked with sobs as immediately, roger, her favourite uncle, raced down to her and held her as she wailed as though she was a dying animal 

freddie sighed, kneeling in front of his daughter, he smiled softly, "...i'm sorry bunny but, it's true. but, i don't want you to be crying okay? i want to do what i was born to do with the time i have left. i'm freddie fucking mercury!" freddie smiled as ophelia chuckled wetly, her hand coming under her nose and wiping it as she lifted her head and nodded 

however, what came out of her mouth after was the most gut-wrenching, stomach-ripping thing as she sobbed softly, roger, john and brian huddling around her to comfort her. 

"but you're my dad..." 

everyong erupted into roars of applause as kailani's scene finished playing before gary stepped up to the microphone to announce the winner of the category's golden globe. but, one thing everyone seemed to be set on and shocked by was that scene that they had just watched. it was acted with pure brillance yet it was so nuanced at the same time and so understated that kailani played grief so well. and, it was that moment that everyone knew that the name that gary was about to read out was for sure kailani's, it had to be at this point. 

gary smiled brightly, nodding his head before speaking up into the microphone, "...and the golden globe goes to..." 

"...kailani russell, bohemian rhapsody..." gary oldman cheers, the older actor previously acting with the girl in a previous project when she was much younger, her brother and the rest of her bo-rhap cast doing the same thing whilst the room filled with loud applause as george and allen violently shook the girl out of her disassociation 

for a split moment, the poor girl seemed so confused as to why she was being pulled from side to side by her brother and co-star. but, once she saw gary motioning her to come to the stage since she, george and the bo-rhap cast were basically two rows from the front, she noticed the camera was on her and her cast mates hysterically celebrating up on the screen behind them and she realised. she had just won the golden globe for best actress - motion picture and she had to quickly think up of something to say as she scrambled to get up from her seat. 

after all the hugs from her brother, co-stars and an almost makeout session with lando norris? george was for sure going to question that later but not now, kailani finally made it to the stage. shaking her head at her former movie dad, she was pulled into a hug by gary as he congratulated her. grabbing the award from him and then another set of cheek and forehead kisses, she attempted to start her speech. 

"wooow. i mean, lord have mercy! i am honestly so grateful for this!" she struggled to find her footing let alone her proper breathing pattern as she giggled - proud that she didn't blurt out a swear word like she genuinely thought she would have in this situation 

she giggled before she stared at the award in her hand and continued, "this award is something special. when i was a kid, i was always winning things, have no idea why because i was doing so much that i couldn't just focus on one thing. but, i was always winning first in dance, gymnastics, netball, athletics, i was always getting gold, even in the odd karting competitions alongside george *giggles*. and every time i had to say something, kind of like i am right now, i'd be so overwhelmed and confused that i'd just start to hysterically laugh because i never knew what to say. and that...that's kind of how i feel right now that i'm truthfully surprised i didn't swear or that i'm not hysterically laughing right now..." kailani trailed off as she became emotional as she smiled softly, biting her lip 

"...i've been in this business since i was maybe around eight or nine. my first movie was with this man right next to me, mr gary oldman, and i remember feeling so excited when i was told that if our movie did well enough and if i did a good enough job, i'd be able to dress up and go do the award circut. however, by the time award season came around, we didn't even get one single nomination except for a golden globe nomination and it was for the movie as a whole but we didn't end up winning. and all of a sudden, there was no more award shows for us to attend since that was the only one we got nominated for. our cast not getting invited to any other award ceremony. but, i didn't want to be sad because i still got to go to my first ever award show and i still got to be sitting in a room with so many of my favourite actors and actresses and directors that i didn't want to be sad. because in some small way, our movie, our little indie movie was still good enough even if i specifically wasn't..." everyone watched as kailani told her story as tears welled in everyone's eyes as they listened intently at the girls heartbreaking story 

"...and now, all these years later, at twenty-five-years-old and finally, i'm in a movie that was more than good enough in a role that i was good enough in. and that role just happened to be the beautiful, wonderful, strong-willed ophelia mercury, the daughter of the masterful, exuberant, prowess freddie mercury *cheers*. working on bohemian rhapsody was a blessing that i never knew i was going to be blessed with. and it was something that at the time i didn't know i would need as bad as i did. this movie made me realise that i actually am good enough and that i am someone in this industry *applause*. now it's time i thank my brother, george who took time out of his busy formula one schedule along with some other races to even be here tonight as well as throughout the filming process, i love you guys! and now my beautiful and talented cast, thank you, because it's all down to them, rami, ben, gwilym, joseph, lucy, allen as the main ones but there were so many people that i don't have the time to individually thank them. i also want to extend my gratitude to dr brian may and roger taylor, thank you for trusting us with this beautiful and gorgeous story of freddie! you two were dreams to work with everyday on set and i can't thank you enough for the way you made everyone on our set feel welcomed, included but above all loved and safe. there has never been a set that i've felt as safe as i felt on the first day i walked onto the set of bohemian rhapsody and that feeling of safety has never left and it's been basically a year since filming ended *giggles*. so sorry i've said so much but, just, thank you so much to everyone that made this gorgeous movie possible and allowing me the opportunity to be acknowledged for it, thank you, i love you all, mwah! this is for you freddie and ophelia!" kailani finished as she hoisted her globe high as everyone (but mostly her bo-rhap family) screamed, applauded and cried for joy at their costar's success as gary and kailani walked off stage together so rami's category could be called out 

after rami's category was announced and won by himself which made kailani cry even more backstage, only to find out that the movie won in the very next and last award after that, the after-party roared in jubilation for all the nominees and winners. 

💐

the golden globes were over and now there was only a couple of award shows left of the season and circut, kailani decided to post some photos from the night as she cuddled up against lando in the hotel room since the next one was a few weeks away and there was no use on flying back to the united kingdom just yet. 

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kailanirussell golden globes 2019 baby! 

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thank you so much to every single person who helped me get to this point. i have dreamt of this day ever since my first movie with gary oldman. i know i mentioned it in my speech but, because of my very first golden globes, i thought the movies i was in and my acting in those movies was only good because of how many awards they were nominated for/won. which clearly blew my self esteem when for half of my child acting life, i was never nominated for anything in the solo categories and only nominated with the rest of my ensemble cast for the movies - not they ever won their nominated awards though. so, finally getting to have that moment where i got to get up and say "i am good enough" and "our movie is good enough" felt right and i'm beyond thankful that it was this beautiful movie, bohemian rhapsody, that got me that recognition little kailani used to obsessively pray for every time she did a new movie. working on bohemian rhapsody was an honour and it's something that i'll never be able to replicate ever again in any new movie i do and i'm glad because this movie will never be able to be replicated by anyone or another group of actors and actresses. rami, my darling, you were the perfect freddie, it didn't matter that you weren't the first choice because you were the choice that has got our beautiful little movie all these awards! ben, our beautiful benny, you were the perfect roger and joseph and gwil, you were the perfect disco deaky and astrophysicist brian. and lucy lu, my gorgeous luce, you were the perfect mary and i am so glad i got to do this movie alongside my (non-biological) twin sister even though i ended up playing the secret daughter of freddie. along with my beautiful allen who played the evilest man in the universe of queen, you were perfect and it truly was scary good at how well you encapsulated such a master manipulator because of how kind-natured and gentle you are. 

whilst i'm genuinly devastated that it's coming to the end of celebrating our special little thing, i wouldn't have wanted to celebrate it with anyone else. bohemian rhapsody has been an honour and a project that i'm never going to forget. and like freddie mercury once said, "you can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be" 

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landonorris i am beyond proud of you my darling angel! seeing you up on that stage sent me to tears, you did amazing 🤍

joe_mazzello still crying! you did so well kiki! you were the perfect ophelia, no one could have done it better than you! i truly believe freddie and ophelia gave you this golden globe! 

mrgwilymlee the best ophelia mercury in the world! 

lucyboynton1 proudest (non-biological) twin sister in the world! 

georgerussell63 proudest brother in the world! you were fantastic munchkin

garyoldman so proud of you my love. you're not that little eight-year-old anymore 🤍

ramimalek what a fucking queen you are, kiki! congratulations my sweet 🤍

allenleech ok, yeah, i'm crying! i'm so proud of you, kiki!

brianmayforreal you deserved this more than ever, kiki! well done - bri xx

rogertaylorofficial the best ophelia mercury in the world! congratulations kiki bee xx

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rewriting this but with the f1 grid (kind of) involved was really cool! bohemian rhapsody is truly one of my fave biopics since i love queen so much. every single time i rewatch it, i find so many new details that i'd never noticed before! i also apologise though for how short it was!

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[glamrockmonarch]

Folie á Deux (Lucy Boynton Angst/smut)

A/N: this is very angsty and also I am not used to writing girlxgirl smut stuff so give me a break if it is not very spicy, okay?  I also have to announce that I caught a horrible cold and I have tried to get some stuff done but I am just high on paracetamol and antibiotics, dealing with a runny nose and teary eyes. I’m honestly so defeated rn...regardless, please enjoy!

Lucy was mad.

You were talking to Jack all night. Of course, you did not know him at all until that night when part of the cast for Sing Street gathered for dinner. You were in London for work along with Lucy, the two of you doing press for your latest project: a Netflix original series in which you played the roles of best friends going on a journey to discover themselves while trying not to become background noise in the competitive world of beauty pageants. It was crazy to film but the script had you in stitches half the time and in tears the other half. Lucy shared the feeling once the script got to her, and since wrapping for the project you had been even more inseparable than before. 

“So I see you like Jack.” Lucy pointed out as you stepped out of the uber you were sharing to the hotel. 

You scratched your elbow and turned to her with a shrug. 

“He is cute,” you admitted. “I just think I like blonds better.” 

Lucy huffed and looked away from you and through her window. Suddenly your curiosity peaked and you watched your friend with more attention, she crossed her arms over her chest and seemed to look...annoyed? 

No. You knew Lucy too well to fall for it. She was straight up mad. Angry. 

“Oh, what?” You let your hands fall and slap against your legs, exposed by the short dress. “Should I send in a request before I hang out with one of your friends? Dear Lucy, may I, Y/N, spend an hour or so talking to this man.” 

Lucy’s arms wrapped tighter around herself making you roll your eyes without noticing her glancing back at you at that exact moment. 

“Of course, always so dramatic...” Lucy complained. 

“Well, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong then!” You lean forward and feel your h/c hair fall over your shoulders, brushing against your skin.

The car stopped and you stepped out into the street, walking past a few people and entering your hotel together. It did not seem like the right time to pull on Lucy’s hand but that was exactly what you did once the large double doors of the main entrance closed behind you. 

“Luce! Wait up!” Your hand lingered on hers as she turned to face you. 

Both stood at the same height due to the heels you wore. You stared at each other for a moment and it was right then that you saw that burning look on her face. The one you tried to hide from her so badly for years. In her green eyes, you could see that dark speck of jealousy. Lucy was jealous? Of what? 

You found yourself blushing and your friend noticed it, she pulled her hand out of yours and turned to keep walking to the lift. Following her at a slower pace than before, you walked into the shiny metal box that would take you to your floor. 

“It’s...” Lucy pushed her lips together and tried not to pout, although she did it all the time. “I’m probably just being stupid...” 

You pushed the button to your floor, both stayed in rooms that were only a hallway away from each other. 

“If it’s making you this mad, it is not that. Come on!” You urged your friend to talk to you. “Tell me.” 

The lift was left in silence as Lucy pondered the idea of telling you what was really bothering her. She took her precious time, so much so that the doors opened on your floor and revealed a long hallway with doors at each side. You watched her step out in her beautiful pink Miu Miu dress, her short hair pulled halfway up in a messy little platinum bun. 

You had decided that you would wear something more simple for that evening, a flowy blue spaghetti strap dress that went well with a pair of white shoes. You had your hair done that morning to do an interview for BBC Radio One and left your hair in that cute wavy shape it was all day. 

Lucy stopped suddenly at her door and turned to you. 

“I don’t want to make it awkward for the rest of the press tour, so you can just...forget about it.” She nodded a few times as if you could do that. 

“No,” you objected. “It has been like this for a while, why are you so jealous?” 

“Jealous!” Lucy’s eyes opened as wide as they could go, her voice went up a few octaves. “I am not jealous!”

“Yes, yes you are!” You argued. “First with Mazzello, now with Jack!” 

She huffed. 

“You were throwing yourself at Joe...” She muttered. 

You watched her swipe her card on the door lock and pull it open. 

“You know I don’t even like him...” you rolled your eyes, sneaking inside her room before she could push the door closed on your face. “Do you think that I won’t have time for you if I get into a relationship? Is that it?”

Lucy remained quiet for a moment. 

“It’s almost as if you liked me...” you chuckled, thinking of how improbable that was. 

It was odd, but Lucy looked almost hurt. The blonde stopped and put her hand against the back of her arm, her gaze fell on the floor and she swallowed hard to the sound of your bitter laughter. 

All colour left your face and seemed to run down to your legs and feet in preparation to run. Paradoxically enough, you were unable to move. 

“You like me?” You whisper, your voice faltering.  

Lucy mirrored you, standing still her green eyes slowly found your figure still by the door of her small hotel room. She let her arms fall at her sides and stepped to the side, shrugging as she faced you, looking suddenly smaller than she was. 

You opened your mouth to say something but could not bring yourself to find your own voice; half frustrated you closed your mouth and dropped your little purse on a chair near the wall, reaching for your friend with your hands out for her. Lucy grabbed your hands with hesitation and did not dare to lift her head as she hid her pink cheeks from you. 

Without saying a word you stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek, her eyes closed, comforted by the touch of your skin on hers. With a soft move, you made her look up and smiled at her. 

With big round eyes, Lucy examined your expression, not mad and not sad. She felt a twirl of confusion in her chest but it lasted a short second, it was stopped with a sudden touch of your lips on hers. 

Closing your eyes you leaned into Lucy and kissed her bright pink lips, inviting as always. Her lips fit yours perfectly, and her hands pulled you closer now. The two of you brushing lips in a long careless kiss. You tangled your fingers in her hair and felt her hands on your waist, pulling you closer until your chests were pressed against each other. 

“I like you,” you say when you pull away from the kiss, still holding each other. “You have to say it too, Luce”

With her nose pressed to yours, Lucy nodded. 

“I like you.” She admits at last. 

You smile at her and push a strand of hair away from her face. Smiling as well she pulls her hands away from your waist and touches your hair before sliding her arms over your shoulders. 

“I don’t wanna leave now...” You whisper pressing a kiss to Lucy’s cheek. 

Lucy giggles and throws her head back enough to pull away from your lips, only to offer you her lips. 

“Don’t go then.” 

With that, you let go of each other and kick your shoes off. Lucy takes to kissing down your neck as she pushed the straps of your dress off. You reached to your back and pulled the zipper down so you could be set free from the piece. 

You grabbed Lucy’s face gently and brought your lips back on hers as you wrapped your arms around her, finding her own zipper and pulling it down. 

“You are so handsy!” Lucy laughed at your abilities with the zipper. 

Lucy slipped her hand down your butt, so you took the chance to talk back to her. 

“Oh, look who’s talking!” You bite her lip. 

Lucy giggled and plays with your long earring between her fingers. You stepped back and let the dresses fall down and pool around your feet. Standing in front of each other in nothing but panties you are pushed onto the bed by the pale figure of your best friend. 

Falling back on the bed with Lucy on top of you, you laugh and push her hair away, staring into her eyes until the last second as she comes in for a kiss. You finally closed your eyes and felt those soft lips on yours once again, probably by now your lips were a mixture of lipsticks, from her bright pink one and your creamy orange one. The two slid hands down each other’s bodies. 

Soon you rolled on the bed and undid whatever styling there was on Lucy’s hair. You hovered over her body and covered her neck and breasts with kisses. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets once you reached down her stomach, playfully pulling on the waistband of her underwear. Instead of pulling them away, you left the panties in their place and kissed her hipbones, kneeling farther down on the bed you kissed her thighs. Frustrated, Lucy sat up and cupped your chin, kissing your mouth with a new hunger and eagerness you had not felt before, leaning forward into her you sat between her legs and slid your hand inside her underwear, teasing her for a moment as you felt for the wetness already gathering in her panties. 

“Please...?” 

Lucy let her hands cup your cheeks and you nodded, pushing her back on the mattress. You pulled the last piece of clothing off of her body and gave her hipbones a little peck before sliding your tongue over that sensitive nub of hers. taking her in slowly as she moaned with shyness, holding on to the bedsheets around her, you put your tongue to work and ate her out with all you had until she was carelessly whimpering beneath you, you could tell she was coming a moment later, she tried to let you know, but she got lost in it. Her orgasm hit her hard, you watched her back arch and felt her legs shake. She called out your name, only yours, over and over until she came down from her high. 

You left a trail of sloppy open-mouthed kisses on her stomach and chest as she recovered her breath, which she did rather quickly. With a burst of eager laughter, she wrapped her arms around your waist and rolled you over. 

“Your turn!” She sang filled with enthusiasm. 

[youngsweetdisaster]

“irreplaceable, unmistakable, incomparable darling, it's beautiful i see it all in you”

lucy boynton x female!reader  ♡ requested by anon ♡ 

actually I have a huge crush on lucy so working on it was really pleasing!

[borhapparker]

special victims unit | borhap cast x female!oc - chapter three

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York’s most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, lots of talk of conditions, mentions of death, mentions of underage acts, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 4.3k

series masterlist  |   teaser |   chapter one | chapter two

It had been another long day, cases replaced by paperwork as Astrid sighed, putting her pen down and closing the folder. She had finally found the time to sit and sign casefiles given to her earlier in the day, and it was only 2 in the morning. The phone on the desk pinged, as she picked it up, smiling.

'You done, beautiful? Need a ride?'

Shaking her head, she smiled before texting back.

'I'm okay, I'll be home soon, promise'

Her office phone rang, as she turned and picked it up. "Morrison."

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. I'll send you the address, we're heading to the apartment right now."

"I'll be there in 10." hanging up the phone, she grabbed her bag, badge, gun, and phone in hand as she locked up the office and headed out.

Driving over to the address texted to her, she contemplated wether or not she should let her partner know that she wouldn't be home just yet. He knows already, he probably heard the call too.

Arriving at the residence, she was greeted with a couple squad cars, as Lucy walked out of the house.

"Lieutenant, she's inside."

"What do we have?" Astrid asked as she walked alongside Lucy, up the steps.

"Victim's name is Kristi, she was raped by her sister's boyfriend. She was asleep on the couch when she woke up to him on top of her. He was aggressive, she broke a glass over his head to get him off her and locked herself in the bathroom."

Astrid sighed, shaking her head. "What's his story?"

"Actually, we were waiting for you," Lucy said as she sighed, "Figured you might want to talk to him."

Heading inside, Lucy directed her to the closed-off room, where the other victim was, bandage on his forehead and dried blood on his face. Ben was there already, looking up and nodding at her, before turning his attention back to him. 

"So, Dan, do you want to tell us what happened?" Ben asked him as he sat hunched down, head in his hands.

He shook his head.

"It's quite a mess you've made here, Dan." Astrid spoke up, crossing her arms, "Where's Rachel?"

He spoke up, "I don't remember."

Ben sighed, "Conk on the head give you amnesia? There's no way you forgot raping your girlfriend's little sister."

He looked up quickly, confusion furrowed on his face. "What are you talking about?"

Astrid frowned, "Maybe the precinct will jog your memory."

Ben leaned down and grabbed Dan's arm, pulling him up from where he was sitting as he looked between the two. "Look, you're not gonna believe me if I tell you."

She tilted her head, "Why don't you try us?"

"I did it in my sleep."

Astrid's eyes widened, as she looked at Ben. His hand still on the suspect's arm, he gave him a t-shirt to wear, before taking him outside and into one of the cars. 

"That's a new one." he sighed as Astrid nodded, "You ever heard that one before?"

She nodded, "Heard of it, never experienced it before."

Calling Lucy down, she walked with the victim Kristi, guiding her into another car as they all headed down to the precinct. It was still early in the morning, the time now nearing 3am as Astrid grabbed her phone, placing a coffee order for everyone.

As they all pulled into the precinct, Joe met up with them, having called Kristi's father, who was now waiting in the conference room. Ben walked with Dan, escorting him into an interrogation room as Lucy walked Kristi in with her father, who awaited her with open arms.

Ben grabbed the folder Joe reached out to him as Rami walked in with him, both of them ready to question Dan. Ben dropped the folder on the table as Rami opened it, grabbing Rachel's picture and showing it to Dan.

"So, what'd you do with Rachel?" he stayed quiet as Rami continued, "You forget, or you sleepwalk her into a dumpster?"

Dan looked up, "I-I swear I don't remember a thin-"

"Maybe you got into a fight, huh?" Ben began, as he circled Dan, "Get in a fight, get out of hand. Kill her, dump her body."

Dan shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Then you had to get rid of Kristi before she could-"

"No!" Dan exclaimed as he paused, "You don't understand. Okay, I have this condition."

Rami paused as he looked back, hearing the door open and noticing a woman standing at the entrance, "And I have a headache." he stood upright, as he turned to face her, "You his lawyer?"

She smiled, "Anna Bentley. My client suffers from Arousal Parasomnia." Ben cocked an eyebrow at her words as she frowned, "It's a real disorder. He had sexual intercourse with Kristi McGarrett while he was asleep."

Dan spoke up, "Look, Rachel knows about my condition, okay? She loves it, okay? She says when I'm asleep, it's the best sex she's ever had."

Astrid stood outside the interview rooms, watching as Rami and Ben led Anna, Dan's lawyer, over to the table, pulling up a chair for her to sit in. She turned and walked over to the other window, where Lucy and Joe were interviewing and getting Kristi's statement.

"He was so violent," she sighed, looking down at her water cup, "He was grunting and panting like an animal."

Joe frowned, "How long have you known him?"

"I met him for the first time yesterday at the train station when he and Rachel picked me up," Kristi sniffled as Lucy nudged the box of tissues closer to Krisi, her hand coming up to grab one. "Thanks."

"So you're visiting?" Lucy asked, nodding at her acknowledgement as Kristi only frowned.

"From Boston, I came here to look at colleges." Wiping tears from her eyes, she breathed in shakily, "She told me that she was in love with him. How could he do this to me?"

Astrid sighed, wringing her hands together as she walked over once more to listen to Dan, noticing the tension in the shoulders of her detectives.

"Now, if Rachel's so hot for you when you're, uh, sleep sexting, why'd you rape Kristi?" Rami frowned, looking at Dan as he turned away angrily.

"Rachel must've already been gone."

"Well, yeah because you got rid of her." Ben interjected as Dan looked at him. "That's where the blood in the bedroom came from."

"No!" Dan screamed, "Look, I woke up after Kristi cut me with the glass. When I went in the bedroom to tell Rachel, she wasn't there!"

His lawyer sighed, "You can't arrest my client for a rape he didn't know he was commiting."

She knocked on the glass, as her two detectives walked out, leaving Dan with his lawyer, as she began giving him encouraging statements.

Gwilym was standing outside next to her as Ben and Rami sighed. "Seems like this isn't good news."

He only shook his head. "She's right, we can't charge him with the rape."

Rami shook his head, "If it looks like a rape and acts like a rape-"

"It is a rape. Unless the accused isn't conscious of what his body's doing." Gwilym finished, as everyone groaned, "It's like a sleeping mother who rolls over on her baby. Her body did it, but her mind wasn't aware of it."

Lucy and Joe had joined them as she interjected, clear confusion and anger in her voice. "Well, it still doesn't explain what happened to Rachel."

Neither of them had noticed that Dr. Palmer had joined them, having heard about the case and knowing the rarity of it, she had wanted to know a little more about what they were working with. "Actually, I think it does. When a patient with sexomnia has an episode, he or she will seek sex with whoever's available. I think that he raped Kristi becuase Rachel was already gone."

Ben sighed, "I gotta tell you, it sounds like a cover up for killing Rachel and dumping her body."

"There's never been a case of sexomnia linked to a homicide." Gwilym crossed his arms.

Rami crossed his as well as he looked at everyone around, "So you're telling me there's no connection between Dan attacking Kirsti and Rachel's disappearance."

Dr. Palmer sighed and shook her head, "If she's in love with him, I doubt she'd leave in the middle of the night. I think Rachel was kidnapped."

-

Astrid walked alongside Kristi through the hallways to the main bullpen, as Kristi wrapped her arms around herself. "Did your sister ever mention anyone bothering her? Giving her the creeps?"

Kristi shook her head, as they rounded a corner, "No, Rachel would've told me."

As they reached the main bullpen, they came face to face with Ben and Dan, as he reached for her indistinctively. "Kristi, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you!" 

Ben reached for his arm as Astrid pulled her away and in another direction, "Shut up! Nothing you say will bring my sister home!"

In the heat of the moment, neither the Lieutentant nor the detective noticed Kristi and Rachel's father sitting on the plastic chairs, as he had waited for them to finish their statements. He approached quickly at the sound of his daughter's loud voice, his protectiveness kicking in.

"Kristi! Kristi, is this the guy?" she nodded and acknowledged her father's statement as he lunged at Dan, anger and hatred in his eyes.

His arm swung back and toward him as Dan fell to the ground, Kristi's father swinging once as Ben wrapped his arms aorund him, pulling him up and away from their suspect.

"Back off, back off!" he yelled as Kristi's father grunted and snarled, wanting to get close to Dan to hurt him more than he just got the chance to.

Astrid took his arms and made him look at her as she emphasized how he was feeling, "Mr. McGarett, I understand that you're upset-"

"What do you expect me to do? He took my daughter!"

"We don't think that he's involved."

"What do you mean?" he looked flabbergasted as she let go of his arms, "He raped Kristi, what are you going to do about that?"

She sighed, as Ben took Dan away from them, "There's nothing we can do. He has a medical condition that made him unaware of his actions. Because of that, the law says that we can't charge him."

He sighed, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his face, in an attempt to soothe the anger seething from his pores. "This is a nightmare."

"I promise you, we are working around the clock to find your daughter."

"Good!" he seethed at her, "Because all you've managed to do is hide behind the law! I don't want to hear excuses! Find my daughter!"

He walked off, grabbing Kristi as they headed out, leaving Astrid standing by the corridor, Ben now at her side as the rest of the detectives watched on, concern etched on their faces.

"You okay?" she nodded, letting go a sigh she didn't realize she had been holding.

Walking over to the bullpen where everyone else was waiting, she turned to Lucy, "Did you get anything from the crime lab?"

She tilted her head, and nodded, "They actually just called me. Want me to head over?"

Astrid nodded, as she instructed for Joe to accompany her. They needed to get this case cleared as soon as possible, she didn't want any more casualties.

Not again.

-

Walking into the crime lab, Joe and Lucy were greeted with the tech Lu, as she crossed her arms, "Ready?"

"What do you have for us?"

"I took a hair from a brush in Rachel's room, typed her DNA and then compared it to the blood on the scene." guiding them over to a light on the wall, she flicked the switch, the film showing the strands of DNA from the test. "DNA on the left is from Rachel's, the one on the right from the scene."

Joe sighed, "They don't match."

Lu nodded and reached behind Joe for another piece of film that had been laying on her desk, "But this does." she placed it up against the light, "It's DNA from a blood sample Dan gave when he participated in a parasomnia study at Hudson Med School."

Lucy crossed her arms, as confusion was etched across her features, nothing making sense. "So Dan told the truth then. He bled all over the bedroom when he went to look for Rachel. At least we know that Rachel wasn't hurt badly."

Joe's phone pinged as Lu continued, "Well, that's all we know for now. Whoever took her didn't leave a shred of forensic evidence." she walked over to her computer and began typing, as Joe opened up his phone to a notification from the Lieutenant.

"I'm getting a text from the Lieutenant, she wants me to turn on Channel 4. Do you mind?"

Lu nodded as she grabbed the remote control and turned on the television hooked to the wall, as all three walked over to watch. On the screen was Rachel and Kristi's father, as he adressed the media.

'Last night, one of my daughters was raped. The incompetent detectives at Manhattan's Special Victims Unit refused to charge her attacker. And if this tragedy isn't horrible enough, my daughter Rachel was abducted from her bed.'

On the screen, a picture of Rachel appeared, as the tagline underneath read 'Rachel McGarrett'

'We're reaching out to the public for help. My family is offering a 50 thousand dollar reward for any tip leading to Rachel's safe return. If you have information, please call Manhattan SVU's tip line.'

Joe and Lucy headed out, thanking Lu for her hard work and promising to follow up if she had anything else. Heading back to the precinct, they regrouped at the bullpen, where everyone was on any available phone, the lines ringing like crazy as everyone scrambled to answer tips.

"Lieutenant, woman claims she saw Rachel eating a chili dog in Times Square. Wants the fifty grand in twenties and tens." Rami sighed as he put the phone down, Astrid only shaking her head.

"Reward offer brings out all kinds of crazy," Astrid breathed out, as she turned to Lucy, who was on a phone and had finished a call.

"One bogus lead after the next." she handed some cards to a fellow detective perched on her desk, "Follow those two."

He nodded and walked off as Joe called everyone over. "Maybe not! I got something, friend of Rachel's. You still there, Ginger?"

The speaker on the phone crackled as the voice talked, "Yes."

"Tell the detectives what you just told me."

"I think Rachel is in another Youniverse."

All of them exchanged confused glances as Ginger gave them her address, inviting them over to show a preview of the game mentioned. Astrid gave Ben a nod as they both headed out, leaving the rest to scramble over more tips.

"Another Youniverse is a virtual reality game. Rachel and I play online all the time," she guided them over to her monitor, as the game was loaded on the screen. "We each have avatars, mine is Tawny Coppercuffs. They are basically alter egos, we each have our own homepages, video clips, game diary, anything you can do in the real world, you can do here too."

"Does Rachel have an avatar name?" Astrid leaned down to look at the monitor.

"Yes, Vixy Platinum."

"Why do your names sound like strippers?" Ben questioned her as she shrugged.

"That's because you're close. We own virtual sex clubs. We use AY to explore our fantasies."

Ben and Astrid shared a look, as she turned to Ginger. "How do avatars have sex?"

"Same way as humans do, only in A.Y. it's just animated." she sighed, "Look, it may look illegal and odd, but it's fantasy and not a crime. We weren't hurting anyone or doing anything illegal."

Astrid nodded, "You weren't hurting anyone, but Rachel may have gotten hurt."

Sighing, Ginger nodded and apologized, before bringing up Rachel's club on the monitor. "She's supposed to be performing today at 2pm, but because she never showed, everyone is worried. All these people standing outside are fans of Vixy, and they've been waiting for her."

"So, all these people outside her club are stand-ins for real people?"

"Yep," Ginger nodded, "Her avatar is 14, hence the pigtails and the name of her club."

The disbelief displayed on both their faces was clear as day, as Ginger shrugged, letting them know she would be looking in and call them if she found anything else. Thanking her, they headed out of her loft, they chatted, both comparing theories on what could have happened to Rachel, and why would such a person go to the lengths of tracking someone virtually. Coming up with no leads, they headed to the bullpen, where everyone was waiting, pictures displayed on the board and the computer loaded up.

"Rachel McGarrett leads a double life," Joe began, "Art student in the real world, fourteen year old hooker in the game."

Astrid and Joe bounced back ideas, Lucy stepping in every once in a while to give her two cents as Rami walked over with a piece of paper in hand, catching everyone's attention.

"The game has it's own sherriff. Erik Winton." he showed the paper to Astrid, who nodded, "He designed the game, which means he will have access to all the avatar's personal information."

"Both of you go, talk to Erik and find out if he can give you any information." Astrid pointed at Joe and Rami, both of them leaving to find and talk to Erik, someone who was more than happy to give them all the information they needed, without a search warrant.

"We have five million players in A.Y. We don't tend to follow all of them around, since we based the game on freedom and desires, so when this happens, we try to shut it down as quickly as possible." Erik's accent was thick, as he motioned with his hands while walking over to the big monitor in his office, cameras from the game displayed on the screen.

"We were thinking one of your player's desire got a little out of control," Ben said as they leaned down to his computer. "We'd appreciate it if you played Big Brother, tell us who Vixy's customers are."

He nodded, typing on his computer as he pulled up her profile, the same one Ben had seen earlier on Ginger's monitor. "This is the club, which is empty now but only because they've moved on. But I can pull a screencap of the time you're talking about."

The characters appeared on the screen as Joe pointed, "These guys are Vixy's regulars?"

Erik nodded, "They live around the world. Berlin, Denver, Tel Aviv, Long Beach."

"How do they communicate with her? Chat windows? Email?"

"No," Erik shook his head, before pulling up her blog, "She writes a blog and they read it. Every avatar keeps one, even though no one really uses theirs."

"Hey look," Ben pointed, noticing the latest entry was a couple hours before her abduction, "There's one there written before she disappeared. It's called Stalker."

"Let's listen." Erik pressed a key before Rachel's avatar came up on the full monitor, her voice echoing through the speakers.

I'm being stalked. Had to ban this scumbag from my club a few days ago. And that's when things got bad. I'm worried my A.Y. stalker has gone real world. Last night, I saw a shadow move, I heard footsteps behind me. To all you girls running clubs, watch out for this creep. His avatar's name is Wit Billions.

They sighed, all three sharing glances as Erik went back to his laptop, typing and looking at her profile. "I scanned her account data. Turns out there was only one regular customer not present at today's vigil."

"Let me guess," Ben and Joe sighed, "Wit Billions."

The screen pulled up the profile for the avatar, as they noticed it's unusual getup. "The Executioner, his real name is Tobin Williams, address right here in the city."

-

After an odd and confusing interrogation, which left them with more questions than answers, they redirected their attention at the creator of the game once more, wanting to check if he had any partners or had been talking to someone through the game.

"The avatar interaction grid allows me to scan for every meeting between avatars in A.Y." he motioned to the screen as they watched, "If I set the filter to the most interactions, we come down to only two avatars. Vixy Platnium and Smarty Culottes."

"Smarty's gotta be his partner." pulling up his profile, they noticed the interations were frequent, as they got the information from the creator as to who the person was.

Tracking him down, they found the location to be a quaint bookstore, with only two employees: the owner and the young receptionist. Talking to the younger boy, they determined that not only did he not know who was behind Vixy's account, but he was confused as to why one of his clients was in the game. Once again, their discovery led to more questions than answers as they began probing into the game, only to find out that the owner of the bookstore had also become an avid fan of the game, even going as far as to create and invest his own money into the game.

As they searched his apartment, they found obvious signs of him leaving, but also an interesting photo on the wall. On a beautiful oak frame, they found a picture of a young girl wearing a white button up shirt tied at her waist, and her hair in pigtails.

"Lieutenant, doesn't this look familiar?" Lucy motioned to the picture as Astrid grabbed the photo of Rachel out of her pocket.

"Yes," she turned the picture around as Lucy frowned and shook her head.

Lu, the lab technitian had accompanied them as she groaned in disgust, "It's too close not to be the same girl. If that's Rachel's avatar, then who's the girl in the picture?"

Lucy reached up to the frame, as she pulled it off the wall, turning it around to uncover a piece of paper taped to the back. "It's a list. Buy meds, transfer five thousand A.Y. funds."

Lu walked over alongside Astrid as the lieutenant pulled out her phone, "J.T. 718-555-0108." Dialing the number, she was met with an automated voice. "Jepsen-Taylor Realty, how may I direct your call?"

They both exchanged glances as she began to relay information to the woman on the other end of the line, hoping that maybe she could give them some information. After some back and forth, they were given an address, where they met her with a key to a storage facility. She mentioned that he had only done communication via mail and phone calls, never meeting in person. Yet, when she opened the locker and tilted her head, she remembered him relaying information about wanting  a secluded cabin in the woods, which she had found odd at the time.

Going inside, they found Rachel tied to a bed, medicine bottles next to her as she was gagged and blindfolded, her pulse thready and slow. As they untangled her from the mess of ties, they heard the rumble of a car engine, as the owner ran off, evading the detectives once more. Exaserpated and annoyed, they called an ambulance, as it picked up Rachel, before they followed behind, wanting to make sure the young girl was okay.

As they headed to the hospital, they got the chance to speak with her for a few minutes, as they wished her a speedy recovery and promised they would find the guy, before parting ways and heading back to the precinct.

"Lieutenant!" Rami called out as Astrid walked out of her office, phone in hand, "Doctor called, the rape kit was negative. Cooper must have used a condom."

"Were there any prints at the warehouse?" she asked as they walked over to where Lucy and Joe were, as they compared notes.

"No, but Joe did get Cooper's information from the DMV." Lucy said as she pulled up the information he got on the monitor, all of them scanning the document displayed on the screen. "He matched the prints from the DMV to the ones in his apartment and another alias showed up, which so happens to be Cooper's real name: Gregory Searle."

"What? So he just changes his whole name and identity?" Ben asked as he crossed his arms.

"Twenty-five years ago he did time at Green Haven in Duchess County."

"For rape?" Rami interjected as he shook his head.

"Kidnapping. Fifteen year old girl named Lauren Molby. Seen her before?" he held up a picture of the victim, as Lucy gasped.

"That's the girl from the picture in Cooper's apartment."

"So, Cooper decided to relive the glory of his old crime in virtual reality."

Astrid sighed and patted their backs, "Well let's find him before he decides to take another innocent girl."

-

After hours of searching and going back to Erik's apartment, they finally found Cooper, only to let him go minutes after stopping him. They were disappointed, but determined to find out the truth. As they remembered the cabin Rachel had mentioned, they went over to the hospital to ask her more questions, only to be approached by her doctor, with bad news.

"I'm so sorry, but Rachel passed away."

Joe and Ben looked surprised. "What? You told us she was going to make it."

"She suffered a heart attack. I'm sorry."

Joe turned back, and dialed Astrid, as he relayed the bad news.

Well, maybe Erik can help.

Lucy and Astrid drove over to the headquarters once more, as they managed to convince Erik to reveal the lake where Cooper had bought land in the game, that which resembled Twin Island Lakes outside Pine Planes. As Astrid phoned Joe and Rami, who were on the way, Ben meanwhile was following behind Cooper, who was now headed to the airport. Not knowing the exact location of the cabin, he urged Erik to reveal and change the time in the game to daytime, hoping the shadow will reveal the location of the cabin.

Soon enough, they received the information, relaying it to Rami who headed in that direction, a dozen other detectives behind them as they found themselves in front of the cabin. The door opened slowly, as a shotgun appeared between the gap, the officers behind Rami and Joe aiming their guns, ready to fight back.

"Stop right there!" the voice yelled out as Rami raised his hands. "This is private property!"

"This is Gregory Searle's cabin. Who are you?" Rami spoke up as she lowered the shotgun, opening the door and revealing her full figure.

"I'm Lauren," she looked around, eyes brimmed with tears, "Where's Gregory? Is he with you? I've been waiting," she breathed out, tears falling from her eyes, "For twenty five years."

"Lieutenant, we found the cabin."

Search it!

"No need. Lauren's alive."

-

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[benismyqueen]

BIRTDHAY GIFT — BEN HARDY

Resumen: Después de meses de intensos coqueteos en el set de Bohemian Rhapsody, decides dar a Ben el mejor regalo de cumpleaños.

Advertencias: +18 (smut)

A/N: Es mi primer smut así que lamento los fallos y si os incomoda.

Palabras: 5.126

Te miras en el espejo observando el reflejo que proyecta. Solo eres tú con unos pantalones de cuero negro muy ajustados, tus amadas botas negras con un poco de plataforma y un jersey blanco medio metido en tus pantalones. Sabes que estás guapa, así quieres lucir. No quieres lucir demasiado arreglada y desentonar entre tus amigos, pero sí llamar la atención.

Ya han acabado oficialmente las grabaciones de la película Bohemian Rhapsody, y no sabes si estar emocionada o triste. Te has acostumbrado a volar alrededor de los chicos y Lucy, pese a ser una actriz extra sin lineas. Probablemente los mejores meses de tu vida. Echarás de menos las charlas con Lucy detrás de las escenas, las bromas con Joe incluso dentro de escena provocando muchas tomas falsas, incluso los momentos de Rami siendo una persona extremadamente cariñosa.

Pero al que más echarás de menos es a Ben. No pudiste evitar caer profundamente enamorada en el primer momento que lo viste. Definitivamente los rubios no eran tu tipo, pero esa cara bonita con esos ojos verdes tan llamativos te llamaron la atención. Tuviste que luchar mucho para evitar que se te cayese la baba cuando lo veías en esas ropas de los 70'. Pero además de ser increíblemente guapo, es una persona muy sencilla y humana. Siendo muy tímido la mayoría del tiempo, siempre con una sonrisa genuina cuando estás cerca y sus mejillas sonrojadas cuando Joe hace alguna broma. Realmente encajásteis.

Y con los días creció una tensión bastante fuerte entre vosotros. Todo el mundo pudo notarlo. Esas miradas constantes, incluso cuando cada uno estáis en un extremo diferente del estudio. La forma en la que siempre parece mantener el contacto, incluso cuando no es necesario, estando extremadamente cerca. Pasando detrás tuyo bastante pegado con una mano en la parte baja de tu espalda. "Disculpa, amor" mientras busca su camerino. O cuando estás preparando un café y se sitúa detrás tuyo muy cerca, casi puedes sentir su aliento en tu cuello, y toma una taza con una mano mientras la otra da un apretón cariñoso en tu cadera.

Todos pudieron verlo.

Lucy tuvo muchas conversaciones contigo sobre Ben y la tensión dolorosa que ambos desprenden. "Necesitas hacer un movimiento" Pero nunca lo pensaste realmente. Él te gusta, lo quieres, lo deseas, es malditamente horrible lo mucho que deseas besarlo y quitarle la ropa. Pero acaba de salir de una relación muy larga. Casi 10 años. Casi comprometido.

Definitivamente no serías la chica que rompe su mala racha, la que deja su ropa a los pies de su cama y por la mañana se va sin tomar una ducha. La chica a la que promete llamar y no lo hace, y no quiere que sea el chico que olvida todos estos meses después de una noche en la cama.

Pero hoy es su cumpleaños. Hace una pequeña reunión con el cast, también en modo de despedida, no se verán hasta que hagan la promoción, y tú tendrías que esperar a la premiere. Puede que sean los últimos días que pases a su lado, y quieres hacerlo. Estás destinada a no verle más de todas formas.

Recoges tu chaqueta y el regalo de Ben y vas a su casa.

"¡Mackenzie!" Lucy grita y envuelve sus brazos en tu cuerpo. Ya ha tomado  varias copas de champagne.

"Siempre un placer, Macky" Rami aparece detrás de Lucy y deja un beso sobre su cabeza.

"¡No me lo puedo creer!" Un Joe algo bebido grita cuando Mackenzie entra en el salón de la casa. "¿En serio has traido como regalo un sobre con dinero? Eso lo hacía mi abuela cuando era un niño"

Rueda los ojos y siente como sus mejillas se encienden.

"No sabía que regalar a un hombre rico, disculpa"

"A su favor diré que no hacía falta ningún regalo" Ben aparece por la puerta con algunas cervezas. Parece ser el único junto a Rami sobrio. "Has tardado"

"Perdona, me costó encontrar la dirección." Envuelve los brazos en su torso mientras Ben algo incómodo por  intentar no tirar las cervezas envuelve un brazo en sus hombros y deja un beso en su cabeza. "Feliz cumpleaños, Ben"

"Sabes que podía ir a buscarte" Ben frunce el ceño pero enseguida sonríe y deja un beso en su frente. "Gracias"

Se separan y mientras Ben deja las cervezas en la mesa, Mackenzie se sienta junto a Lucy. Le extiende el sobre para que pueda cogerlo, y Ben rodando los ojos con una sonrisa lo coge y lo deja sobre un estante con libros.

La tarde pasa rápido, con risas y recordando los momentos más locos y divertidos que habéis pasado estos meses. Las fiestas los días de descanso de rodaje, y todas las borracheras de Joe que dejaron momentos épicos. Casi lloras de risa cuando recuerdas aquella vez que Lucy rompió una jarra de agua en el set y para que nadie se diese cuenta la ayudaste a retirar el agua con las toallas de los camerinos, aún así el suelo quedó algo resbaladizo y cuando Gwilym llegaba tarde se cayó de culo en el suelo. Y ahora meses después sois capaces de admitir vuestra travesuras.

"Creo que ha llegado mi hora" Empiezas a sentir un poco el paso del tiempo y de las copas por tu organismo. "Debería irme"

"Pero si es muy pronto, ¿que dices?" Lucy pone un puchero mientras Ben se mueve incómodo.

"Puedes quedarte, Joe se queda a dormir."

"Que va, mañana tengo el vuelo muy pronto y aún tengo que terminar las maletas. Vuelvo a casa." Lo dices con una sonrisa triste mientras te levantas.

Miras el sobre que le has dado a Ben en la estantería del salón. Ni siquiera lo ha mirado. Suspiras mientras niegas con la cabeza. Este es el último día. Se acabó.

"Puedo llevarte mañana" Ben quiere que te quedes, te mira ansioso. Aún está bastante sobrio mientras los demás están demasiado bebidos.

"No, no. Tranquilo, es tu cumpleaños, disfruta. No quiero que mañana tengas que levantarte temprano por mi."

"No me importaría."

"Ben, insisto" Sonríes mientras te pones la chaqueta. "Muchachos estáis todos muy borrachos para recordarlo mañana, pero os echaré de menos. Nos vemos en la premiere."

Ben se levanta y te acompaña a la puerta. "Entonces... Nos veremos en la premiere" Está con las manos dentro de los bolsillos de sus pantalones.

"Feliz cumpleaños, Ben" Te acercas y vuelves a envolver tus brazos sobre su torso. Ben suspira mientras envuelve las suyas en tu espalda e inclina su cabeza sobre tu pelo, inhalando tu olor. "Nos veremos en la premiere."

Levantas la cabeza y te encuentras con sus ojos verdes. Te está mirando de esa forma peculiar. Tiene los labios entreabiertos, intentando decir algo.

"¿Sabes? En unos meses tendré la premiere de 6 underground, sería bueno verte"

"Suena como un plan"

Sacas las llaves del coche alquilado de tu bolso y te diriges al coche.

"Espero que te guste el regalo Ben, úsalo bien" Antes de que pueda reaccionar te metes en el coche y huyes a tu habitación del hotel. En algunas horas verá tu regalo y podrás morir de verguenza. Solo tendré que verlo una vez más. Solo una más. Ni siquiera lo recordará ese día.

Cuando llegas al hotel te encargas de sacar la ropa para el día siguiente, y tener todo preparado para levantarte de la cama e irte al aeropuerto. Tardas unas dos horas en concienciarte de que tienes todo bajo control y no te olvidas de nada. Así que te metes por fin en la cama en ropa interior, y dejas el móvil cargando en tu mesita, junto a los auriculares y la mochila con tu libro favorito, el pasaporte, el billete de avión y la cartera. Será un viaje largo.

Desde la cama puedes ver en la esquina de la habitación el regalo de navidad que te dió Lucy. En verdad fue unas semanas antes. Sabe lo mucho que te gustan los calendarios de adviento, y que los sigues día a día, así que decidió hacer uno a mano, y metió pequeñas chocolatinas, bombones y mensajes bonitos en cada cajita. Es todo rosa lleno de corazones.  Comiste cada chocolate todos los días, y guardaste con mucho cariño todos los mensajes de amor que te dejó. Pero obviamente en su mente retorcida no podía ser todo tan bonito, así que para el día 24 te dejó un regalo muy especial. Ese día cenaste con los chicos y algunos familiares que pudieron asistir a la cena en el restaurante.

Te pidió que llevases la pequeña caja en el bolso, quería ver tu reacción cuando descubrieses el regalo. Y minutos antes de medianoche, cuando la mayoría ya estaban pasados de copas, te pidió que vieses el interior.

Rodaste los ojos mientras sentías el fuego en tus mejillas. Miraste a todos los lados verificando que nadie se había dado cuenta. Era un preservativo.

"¡Lucy!" Casi te ahogas con tu propia saliva. Tu amiga a tu lado sonríe con una mirada cómplice. "¡Da mala suerte no seguir el calendario de adviento día a día!"

"Aún te quedan 10 minutos para media noche, deberías agradecerme te voy a dar el mejor regalo de navidad!" Te da un golpe en la rodilla mientras mira a Ben. Está hablando con Rami con una copa en la mano.

"¡Ni de broma!"

"¡Vamos, Mackenzie! Solo necesitáis un empujón" En ese momento Ben mira a las chicas y sonríe a Mackenzie mientras guiña un ojo. "¿lo ves? Realmente lo tienes ahí."

"Tienes una mente muy retorcida, ¡sabes lo supersticiosa que soy!"

Lucy rueda los ojos y se levanta del sofá.

"Me voy con los chicos. Tienes 10 minutos. Úsalo bien" Y con una sonrisa se gira y va al otro extremo de la sala junto a Joe.

Por supuesto que nunca llegaste a usarlo, cuando llegaste al hotel dejaste la caja dentro del calendario, y desde ese día no volviste a tocar ni una caja. Tienes varios días sin abrir, pero te da igual. Suspiras y te giras para evitar mirar el dichoso calendario. Cuando cierras los ojos sientes unos muy leves golpes en la puerta. Sientes como el corazón se detiene y verificas en tu móvil que son casi las dos de la mañana.

Ignoras los golpes. ¿Quién demonios puede ser a esas horas? Quizá tu mente paranoica lo imaginó. Pero cuando vuelves a cerrar los ojos, vuelves a oirlos, esta vez más fuerte y más insistentes. Te levantas con mucho cuidado de no hacer ruido, y cuando llegas casi a la puerta escuchas una voz.

"Mackenzie" la voz de Ben al otro lado vuelve a parar tu corazón. "Soy yo"

Corres con ansiedad hasta la silla cerca del balcón donde has dejado un jersey, golpeándote en la pierna el armario y te lo pones por encima. Enciendes la luz esta vez y mirando el reflejo en el espejo colocas un poco tu pelo. Cuando abres la puerta Ben está con una mano en la nuca. Te mira con los labios entreabiertos y rápidamente su vista va a tus piernas desnudas. El jersey te tapa poco más que la tanga en encaje. Te mueves un poco incómoda y cruzas tus piernas.

"Eh..." Ben aclara su garganta y mueve sus ojos a los de ella. "Abrí el regalo." Lleva su mano al bolsillo trasero de sus pantalones. "Hubiese sido muy humillante si lo hubiese abierto con Joe delante" saca del bolsillo el preservativo y te muerdes el labio con fuerza. "Me ha costado una hora llevar a Joe a la cama y llamar un taxi para los demás"

"Tenías prisa"

"Bueno, quería abrir mi regalo." Ben se acerca un paso, sin sobrepasar el umbral de la puerta. Está junto a ti, sin tocarte, pero puedes sentir su aliento sobre tus labios.

"¿Quieres pasar?" susurras.

"Estaría decepcionado si después de venir aquí no me invitas a pasar" Se te escapa la risa mientras das un paso a un lado y lo dejas entrar. Antes de poder cerrar la puerta sientes los brazos de Ben sobre tu cintura, abrazándote. Te acerca a él, sin dejar ni un centímetro entre vosotros, y con los labios cerca de los tuyos.

"¿Está bien?" con un suspiro asientes con la cabeza. Un segundo después Ben junta sus labios con fuerza con los tuyos mientras con la pierna cierra la puerta de la habitación. Ambos suspiráis cuando vuestros labios se tocan y Ben aprovecha ese momento para intensificar el beso metiendo su lengua en tu boca. Lo abrazas mientras el rubio pone una mano sobre tu cuello, evitando que te alejes, y pone la otra sobre tu muslo, rozando la tela del jersey y con los dedos jugando subiendo y bajando la tela unos centímetros.

Jadeas sintiendo los dedos de Ben sobre tu muslo y te alejas del beso en busca de oxígeno. Ben no te deja alejarte mucho, ya que pone sus labios sobre tu cuello, besando la piel expuesta mientras retira el pelo con su mano, y la vuelve a poner sobre tu cuello. No puedes más, sientes que algo explota en tu interior cuando sientes sus labios en tu cuello y su mano en la otra parte.

"Ben" gimes su nombre mientras buscas apoyarte en la pared, sientes que en cualquier momento tus piernas pueden fallar. Ben aprieta tu muslo cuando la escucha gemir.

"Joder" Apoya su frente en la tuya. "¿Todo bien?"

Esta vez eres tú quién lo besa, mientras tiras de su cinturón hacia ti, juntando las caderas. Esta vez es el turno de él de gemir, mientras te coge por tus muslos y hace que enredes las piernas en su cintura. Subes tus manos a sus mejillas, y lo besas. Gimes en su boca cuando sientes su erección contra ti. Sientes la tela del pantalón vaquero contra tu núcleo medio desnudo por la tela de tu tanga, y te mueves un poco contra él mientras gime.

Ben sonríe en mitad del beso, y aprieta tu culo. "¿Podemos tomarlo con calma?"

Intenta regular tu respiración. Tienes las mejillas sonrojadas y a penas sientes las piernas. Llegados a este punto no crees que puedas ir muy despacio, pero si el lo quiere así, lo intentarás. Asientes con la cabeza mientras Ben contigo en brazos se dirige a la cama.

Se sienta en el borde de la cama contigo en su regazo, una pierna a cada lado suyo. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa. Besa tus labios, tus mejillas, y por último se detiene en tu cuello. Suspiras mientras te mantienes quieta en su regazo. Con calma, piensas. Una mano está sobre tu cuello y la otra rápidamente se cuela debajo de tu jersey y acaricia tu espalda. Llevas tus manos a su cuello, y acaricias su nuca con cariño. Tus dedos se encuentran con el pelo de la parte trasera de su cabeza y lo envuelves con tus dedos. Te dejas caer en su regazo sintiendo su erección contra el muslo. Tiras un poco de él para separar la cara de tu cuello y llevas tus labios a los suyos. Ben se deja besar, mientras lleva sus manos a tus caderas, y las mueve contra él. Ambos gemís mientras te separas de él, mordiendo su labio.

"¿Puedo?" Pregunta con los ojos brillosos tocando con sus manos la tela del jersey. Asientes mientras él tira de la prenda sacándotela en un segundo. No tienes sujetador. Ben gime al verte, y lleva una de sus manos a tu pecho. "Eres preciosa" Susurra mirándote a los ojos. Pasa su dedo pulgar por tu pezón y suspiras.

"Por favor"

Ben lleva su boca a tu otro pezón. Primero le da un beso y luego pasa su lengua por su alrededor antes de jugar con él entre sus labios. Dejas escapar un suspiro mientras su mano juega con el otro pezón. Mueves tus caderas de forma automática necesitando sentirlo, mientras llevas una de tus manos a su hombro y con la otra juegas con el pelo de su cabeza.

Lo separas de tus pechos y lo besas. Ben vuelve a pasar ambos pulgares por tus pezones mientras un escalofrío te recorre la espalda.

Cuando consigues separarte de él, tiras del dobladillo de su camiseta y se la quitas. Pasas tus manos por su pecho, y dejas que un dedo recorra sus abdominales. Dejas caer tus labios sobre su clavícula y dejas pequeños besos, para luego succionar con fuerza. En ese momento no eres consciente de que le dejarán unas marcas terribles, pero no te importa cuando sientes las manos de Ben apretando tu cadera. Mueves tu boca a su cuello y lo muerdes. Deja escapar un gemido.

"Vas a ser mi muerte" Dejas escapar una risa. Usando las uñas sin mucha fuerza las pasas por sus hombros mientras lo besas. Deja descansar sus manos en la parte baja de tu espalda mientras sus dedos juegan con la tira del tanga. Tus manos se mueven por su pecho, bajando hasta su estómago, y se detienen en el dobladillo del pantalón, jugando con el botón y paseando tu dedo índice entre el pantalón y su bóxer.

"¿Puedo?" Sientes que vas a morir cuando lo preguntas. Luchas por no estar ansiosa o que al menos que él no lo note. Asiente con la cabeza y sientes como deja de respirar cuando desabrochas el pantalón y bajas la cremallera. Cierra los ojos y echa la cabeza hacia atrás cuando deja de sentir la presión del pantalón en su miembro.

Cuando parece que se recupera, te gira, haciendo que caigas sobre la cama. Con la ayuda de tus talones y tus brazos te mueves hacia el cabecero de la cama. Ben se deja caer encima tuyo sin llegar a aplastarte. Sientes que está a punto de preguntarte si estás bien, así que con una sonrisa pones tu mano en su nuca.

"Está bien" aseguras antes de besarlo. Llevas tu mano a su estómago, y después de acariciarlo, con el dedo índice juegas con la goma de su bóxer. "¿Por qué no te lo quitas?" Ben deja de besarte y te obedece. Se baja de la cama y deja los pantalones por ahí tirados. Es increible. Una cosa es imaginar su cuerpo, o ver alguna foto de alguna sesión, pero verlo en persona, acalorado y con la respiración entrecortada por la excitación es otra cosa. Sonríes viendo su bulto en el bóxer. Tú lo has provocado. Es tuyo.

Ben se deja caer sobre tu cuerpo de nuevo, y deja besos húmedos en tu cuello, bajando por tus pechos, cuando piensas que no puedes estar más excitada, baja sus labios por tu estómago. Se detiene con los labios sobre tu piel, y te observa con una sonrisa. Con tu mano retiras el pelo de su frente, y sin romper el contacto visual, baja aún más sus labios, y con los dientes estira y deja que te golpeé la goma de tu tanga. Gimes elevas las caderas. Ben se ríe mientras deja un beso sobre tu centro por encima de la ropa.

"¿Hay algo con lo que te sientas incómoda?, o alguna sugerencia, que te guste especialmente..." Sube a tu altura y deja descansar su mano en tu estómago.

"Solo... Solo quiero que me toques"

Ben deja un beso en tu frente y baja los dedos hasta tu tanta. Durante un momento juega con el elástico, mientras te mira de costado, con su cabeza apoyada en su brazo. Tienes los ojos cerrados y respiras con dificultad. Sin esperártelo mete dos dedos debajo de la prenda y nota tu humedad. Gimes mientras agarras su brazo con fuerza.

"Tócame" Susurras. Ben mueve sus dedos hacia tu humedad, frota los dedos en tu entrada, recogiendo un poco de lubricante. Lleva los dedos a través de tus labios, gritas cuando llega a tu clítoris. "¡Joder!" Juega con tu centro, acariciando los labios, bajando a tu entrada y volviendo a subir a tu clítoris. No lo toca directamente, juega alrededor de él, haciendo que te retuerzas de placer y de ansia.

Mete aún más la mano, y sin esperártelo introduce dos dedos en ti. "¿Estás bien?" Aprietas el agarre en su brazo y te quedas muy quieta.

"Ben... No creo que dure mucho"

"No hay problema, amor. Tenemos tiempo." Besa tu sien y mueve sus dedos. Al principio de forma tranquila, dejando que te acostumbres a él, a su toque. De vez en cuando con el pulgar frota tu clítoris, haciendo que eleves las caderas y de esa forma sus dedos llegan aún más profundo. Gimes su nombre, sientes que estás haciendo un desastre, notas como el sudor recorre tu cuerpo y el pelo se te pega en la nuca. Estás cerca, y Ben lo nota en sus dedos, nota como te tensas a su alrededor, y no puede hacer otra cosa más que acelerar el rítmo y frotar tu núcleo con su pulgar. El orgasmo te golpea haciendo que tiembles y despues de tanta tensión acumulada, te dejas ir, dejando de sentir otra cosa que no sea el colchón debajo tuyo.

Ben retira su mano. Estás con los ojos cerrados, intentando recuperarte, cuando sientes a Ben retirar tu tanga. Está sentado a los pies de la cama, con una toalla del baño húmeda en sus manos. Con cuidado te limpia haciendo que gimas.

"Lo siento"

"Estoy sensible. Está bien." Se siente bien la toalla húmeda, y se sienten bien las manos de Ben sobre tus muslos. Deja un beso cerca de tu ingle.  "Ven aquí" Con una sonrisa vuelve a subir a la cama y se queda a tu altura.

Buscas sus labios y lo besas. Juegas con su labio interior haciendo que Ben gima y sienta como su polla late. Deja caer la cadera contra la tuya y lo sientes. Bajas una de tus manos hacia sus boxers, y esta vez sin jugar, introduces tu mano. Parece que su pene salta buscando tu contacto mientras Ben gime. Buscas el ángulo para tocarlo, subes y bajas la mano varias veces, hasta que te detienes en su punta. Paseas el pulgar humedeciéndolo con su presemen, y lo usas como lubricante en toda su longitud. Ben deja caer su cabeza en la almohada, junto a tu oido, jadea.

Juegas con la velocidad de tus movimientos, hasta que sientes como está a punto de correrse. Detiene tus movimientos con su mano, intenta regular su respiración. "Espera" se quita los boxers, y frota su longitud en ti. Sientes como vuelves a encenderte. Te está buscando, está preparándote. Busca tu clítoris con su polla y lo frota.

"Ben" arqueas la espalda mientras muerde tu hombro. "Por favor"

Te mira a los ojos buscando tu permiso. Asientes con la cabeza mientras te muerdes el labio. Ben no pierde el tiempo buscando el preservativo en sus pantalones. Se lo pone rápidamente con las manos temblorosas mientras te mira. Estás sobre tus codos viéndolo. No crees haber tenido nunca a un chico luciendo tan sexy. Vuelve a colocarse encima tuyo, y repite el proceso de antes, sientes sus dedos en tu entrada, extendiendo tu humedad como lubricante. Te dejas caer en la cama mientras gimes.

"Ben..." gritas con ansiedad.

"Ya voy, amor." Y justo después notas como entra en ti. Lo hace poco a poco, dejándote que te acostumbres a él. Pero te duele tanto no tenerlo dentro, que con tus piernas lo empujas dentro de ti. Ambos gemís y muerdes el hombro de Ben para no gritar.

Se mueve lento, poco a poco, y no muy profundo. Quiere asegurarse de no hacerte daño, y de durar más de 5 minutos. Mordisqueas el lóbulo de su oreja mientras gimes, y eso lo lleva al límite. Besas su cuello, y dejas marcas en él, en ese momento no te importa. Necesitas hacerlo. Busca tus labios y te besa mientras esta vez entra más profundo en ti.

"Más fuerte, Ben" Lloriqueas cuando te hace caso. En todas las veces que has estado con un chico, confundían fuerza con rapidez. Te sorprende lo mucho que Ben te entiende, y lo bien que lo hace. Lleva sus dedos a tu clítoris, y lo frota con rapidez. "Ben, no creo que pueda durar mucho más" dices sobre sus labios.

Parece no importarle cuando acelera sus embestidas, y sientes en tu interior los espasmos que recorren su polla. Gimes mientras te aprietas aún más sobre su polla, sientes que te corres, pero no importa porque Ben también lo hace unos segundos después. Deja caer su frente en tu clavícula y lo abrazas. Un sudor cálido recorre su espalda, y sientes como vuestros cuerpos quedan prácticamente pegados por el sudor.

Deja caer besos sobre tu pecho, y muerde tu pezón mientras sale de ti. Dejas de sentir ese calor en tu interior y lo miras. Tiene sus ojos en ti. Te quita el pelo de la cara y te besa.

"Creo que es el mejor regalo de cumpleaños que he tenido"

"¿Nunca te han regalado sexo por tu cumpleaños?" Bromeas acariciando su nuca.

"Nunca me han regalado un preservativo en un sobre." Muerde tu labio inferior y te sonríe. "Un regalo original"

"Moriría de verguenza si lo llegas abrir delante de todos."

"No sería mi culpa" Levanta la mano con inocencia. "Me alegro que lo hayas hecho. Esto debió de pasar antes " Mueve su mano por tu cadera. Vuelve a besarte y se levanta de la cama. Te incorporas y apoyas tu espalda en el cabecero de la cama. Ves a Ben moverse por la habitación completamente desnudo y sientes que nunca podrías cansarte de mirarlo.

Entra en el baño sin cerrar la puerta, y por el reflejo del espejo ves las marcas de besos y mordidas por su cuello y su clavícula. Se quita el preservativo y lo anuda antes de tirarlo en la basura. Usa una de las toallas para limpiarse y vuelve a la cama. Sigues su ejemplo y te limpias con lo toalla que dejó sobre la mesilla. Se tumba en la cama te besa. Por todo el cuerpo.

"¿Puedo?" pregunta entre tus piernas. Te incorporas sobre tus codos y lo miras. Besa tu clítoris, besa tu entrada, y utiliza su lengua por tus labios. Suspiras llevando una mano a su pelo, y tiras de él. "Ben, para"

Haces que se acerque a ti, mueves tus caderas y lo empujas sobre el colchón. Lo necesitas a él. Te subes sobre sus caderas, y te mueves. Pone las manos en tus muslos y los aprieta mientras echa su cabeza atrás.

"Mierda" Gime. Pero no de placer. Frunces el ceño. "No tengo más preservativos" recuerda.

En ese momento llevas tu vista al calendario de adviento. Sigue en la esquina de la habitación y en ese momento te alegras de no haberlo tirado. "¡Espera!" te bajas de la cama con rapidez y te acercas al calendario. Sacas la cajita del día 24 y te acercas a la cama. Ben está incorporado sobre sus codos viéndote confundido.

"¿Ese es el calendario de Lucy?"

"Calla. No digas ni una palabra" Adviertes mientras te subes a su regazo y abres la caja. Ben deja escapar una carcajada mientras sus manos descansan en tus muslos. "¡Ben!"

"¡Lo siento!, ¿en serio te regaló eso?"

"Es humillante"

"Un poco" reconoce metiéndote el pelo detrás de la oreja. "¿Por qué lo hizo?"

"Supongo que notó que ambos lo deseábamos" Te encoges de hombros. "Estaba destinado para el día 24"

"¿No es mala suerte no usarlo ese día?" pregunta.

"Lo es." admites. "Supongo que este año tendré una suerte de mierda"

"Bueno, me tienes a mi" Se sienta en la cama contigo encima y te besa. Dejas caer la caja al suelo y dejas el preservativo encima de la cama.

"¿Extra grande?" Pregunta con una sonrisa viendo el preservativo. "¿Lucy y tú habéis hablado de mi tamaño?"

Golpeas su hombro "Para empezar, no." Se ríe con fuerza haciendo que a ti tambien se te escape la risa. "Y que sepas que es un engaño, el preservativo normal se adapta a todos los tamaños, el extra grande es un engaño para que los vanidosos se dejen más dinero"

"Estoy bromeando, amor"

Te acerca con una mano sobre tu cuello y te besa. No con ansiedad, ni con lujuria. Es un beso tranquilo. Un beso de quién tiene todo el tiempo del mundo, y los únicos labios que desea besar.

Después de dos veces, ambos caéis en la cama cansados. Ben no tarda en quedarse dormido después de fumar un cigarro, y tú tapas tu cuerpo con la sábana, y esperas que pase la hora que te queda antes de coger tus pertenencias y coger el avión. ¿Fue un error? No lo parecía cuando lo besabas ni cuando follábais. Pero todo se ve de forma diferente cuando estás en frío. ¿Sería incómodo?, ¿se iría en cuanto se despertase?, ¿te volvería a llamar?, ¿te diría que fue solo una noche?, ¿significó para él lo mismo que significó para ti? Sientes la como te ataca la ansiedad mientras Ben ronca ligeramente.

Cuando llega la hora te levantas con cuidado. Buscas la ropa que hay sobre el suelo, y te la pones en silencio lo más rápido que puedes. No puedes ducharte, eso lo despertaría, y honestamente no quieres tener esa incómoda conversación del "día después". Abres la puerta y con cuidado sacas las maletas. Sientes el sudor recorrer tu espalda, son tres maletas grandes y no es fácil arrastrarlas con cuidado sobre el suelo de madera. Cuando lo consigues llamas al ascensor y dejas las maletas en un lado.

Llegas a la habitación, solo te queda tu bolso, y el móvil con el cargador. Cuelgas tu mochila en el brazo y te acercas a la cama. Ben tiene media cara contra la almohada, y la boca ligeramente abierta. Le apartas un poco el pelo con la mano, y le besas la mejilla.

"Supongo que se acabó" Tus ojos se llenan de lágrimas. Realmente lo amas, es la persona más gentil, divertida y amable que conoces. Y has tenido la oportunidad de conocer su lado sexy. Y solo por una noche ha sido tuyo. Pero no estáis en la misma página. Acaba de salir de una relación muy larga, una persona con la que se quería casar. Y aunque te duela, sabes que aún le queda mucho para superarlo.

"Ojalá me encuentres cuando estés listo" Y con esa última frase, abandonas a Ben en la habitación del hotel. Pero olvidaste que allí también dejaste tu corazón.

¿Segunda parte?

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Lonely This Christmas | Ben Hardy

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Word Count: 4,171

Warnings: None, fluff and I promise it doesn’t end sad

Summary: Ben’s girlfriend has been talking about how excited she was for Christmas, so when she suddenly drops the bombshell that her plans to return home have fallen through, he has to act quickly to make sure his love won’t be Lonely This Christmas

A/N: I’m feeling extremely sad that I can’t go home for Christmas this year (thanks for that Covid) and of course it’s going to be my first Christmas alone, and I’ll be on the other side of the globe. Ironically, I actually wrote this for a Roger fic I scrapped last year, so go figure. I changed it to Ben just because I need a little Ben love right now.��Sorry if you’re not American, for my sake please pretend, this was an outlet for me since I’m an emotional wreck right now

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Moving halfway around the world hadn’t originally been part of the five-year plan (Y/N) had been forced to make her final year of university, but when life gives you an amazing opportunity to get your master’s degree in another country you take it. The year the program lasted had been a rough one indeed, one that kept her in the UK the entire time due to outstanding circumstances. Graduating with her master’s degree at the end of it all, however, that made it all worth it. For a time, her plan had been to return home, find a job and start her new adult life out on the right foot, but through connections she made while she was at University, (Y/N) was fortunate enough to be able to apply for a new visa that allowed her to stay in the UK and move to London where she now worked in her dream job. Of course, with this amazing opportunity had come the headaches of settling completely in a new country that hadn’t arisen over the year she had merely been there for school: housing, bank accounts, figuring out how to pay taxes again, all the things she didn’t want to have to think about but had to as a working adult. But of course, with the headaches came all wonderful moments that made the headaches worth it. The biggest blessing on her life, of course, had been meeting her boyfriend Ben Jones, better known to the world as Ben Hardy.

The pair had met by chance on the tube platform one night, each on their way home from work. He had just gotten out of an eight-hour rehearsal for a theatre production he was going to be a part of at The National Theatre, and he was quite tired. In fact, he was so tired, he hadn’t realised that he had dropped his lighter as he took his phone from his pocket as he stood on the platform of the station, starting to absentmindedly scroll through an e-book he had saved offline for something to do in the Underground. Being the good Samaritan she was, as soon as she saw the metal lighter slip from his pocket, (Y/N) was stooping down to pick up it up and give it back to him. “Sorry to bother you...” She started as she tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention. At first Ben had been quite annoyed as he turned around to see who had the nerve to bother him as he removed his earbud. It’s not that he didn’t like getting recognised for his work, there was just a time and place for it, and this was definitely not it. He was gearing up to tell the person off when his celadon irises met the lovely, sparkling (e/c) orbs of an equally as tired looking, but still exquisitely beautiful woman holding out his lighter to him. “You dropped this.”

“Oh, thank you. I hadn’t even realised I dropped it.” He smiled tiredly at the female, accepting back the lighter. “I’m so scatter brained after work today I’m surprised I can even stand at this point.” He chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. He didn’t really know what to say in the moment. He wasn’t really good with words in situations like these. Actor Ben could read and recite a script all day and say anything and everything in front of as many people as were willing to watch and listen, but not real Ben. Real Ben got flustered, he was shy, he absolutely hated public speaking, he was honestly surprised he had made it this far as an actor sometimes with that kind of mindset. In any case, there was something pulling on his heart strings that was practically screaming at him to not let this girl out of his sight before he at least had a coffee date with her.

“I know the feeling; it’s been a really long day for me too.” (Y/N) sighed with a smile, eyes exhausted but sparkling with happiness regardless. It was taking all her will power to keep her eyes locked on those gorgeous twinkling celadon eyes of his. She knew how creepy it’d be if she was visibly checking him out, especially since the only reason she was talking to him was to return his lighter. In any case, he was absolutely breath taking, and as much as she wanted to go home and plop herself down on the couch with one of the meals she had prepped at the beginning of this week and watch I’m a Celebrity with her flatmate, something was drawing her to this blonde stranger.

“I like your accent, are you American?” Ben asked with a curious glance as his ears took note of the different accent. He wasn’t exactly an expert on accents, but he had worked with dialect coaches enough to know it wasn’t completely American. The way she pronounced certain words had a twinge of one of the many English accents mixed in with it showing that she had been living in the UK for quite some time at that point. Where had she been though? Liverpool? Manchester? Wigan? He wasn’t too sure beyond it sounding more northern than anything else.

(Y/N) laughed awkwardly for a moment, a small half smile playing on her lips as she looked away from the blonde for a moment before looking back at him. “Yeah...yeah I am.” One thing (Y/N) had learned living in the north of England was that it was typically hit or miss if people disliked her based solely off her heritage. The longer she lived abroad the more she began to see the so called ‘American Stereotypes’ to be a lot truer than she had originally thought. Some, typically the older crowd rather than a younger guy like the one before her, wouldn’t look past her accent and would immediately write off her and her abilities, something that annoyed her to no end but something she had learned to live with as time went on. It gave her more motivation, a deeper drive to prove them and their assumptions wrong.

“One of my best friends is American.” Ben immediately mentally kicked himself for that one, think of how many times she must’ve gotten that one, he scolded himself. “Look, I’m just going to cut right to the chase.” He paused a moment to gather himself. “I’d really love it if I could take you out for a cup of coffee.” He stated bluntly. “You know, as a thank you for getting my lighter back to me.” He tried to play off coolly as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The damage had already been done though.

She giggled softly at the blonde’s awkwardness as he still managed to be so bold and still trying so incredibly polite. “I’d like that.” She smiled exchanging phone numbers with him. What followed were four subsequent dates, each better than the last as they steadily got to know one another over coffee, climbing, a walk around Hyde Park, and of course dinner where he had asked her to be his girlfriend. They had only been seeing each other for a little over a month and a half at that point, and in a way, it felt like he was moving a little too fast, but at the same time, with (Y/N) it just felt right. Everything always felt right with her.

It was now well into December, and Ben had invited (Y/N) to join him and a few friends, specifically Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and his fiancé, for a few drinks at one of the local pubs. Ben had introduced her to them a couple of weeks after they met. They took instantly to the blonde actor’s latest love interest. It was different with her, she seemed to make him so incredibly happy, and he never spoke ill about her. He was smitten with her, so needless to say they welcomed her with open arms to each and every one of their get togethers. “So (Y/N), I bet you’re excited to be going home for the holidays soon.” Gwilym smiled, taking a sip of his pint as his arm laid lazily around his fiancé’s shoulder’s. He could recall Ben mentioning at some point that he and (Y/N) probably wouldn’t be making an appearance together at his New Year’s Eve get together since she’d be visiting her family in the States.

“Oh, Christmas in America! Such a good time!” Rami cheered remembering all the festivities that take place across the country. It was his first-time spending Christmas in London with Lucy, having moved there to be with her. He was a bit sad he wouldn’t be with his family like he normally was, but he was more than delighted that he’d be spending it with her family. It was exciting experiencing another family’s let alone another country’s holiday festivities and traditions.

(Y/N) felt the colour drain from her face as she bit the inside of her lip. She hadn’t told them; she hadn’t told anyone. “(Y/N/N)? You alright?” Ben asked softly, gently taking her hand whilst he brushed a loose strand of her (h/l) (h/c) locks out of her face. He couldn’t place why she looked so sick all of a sudden, perhaps her drink wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You don’t look at all well…” Lucy pointed out studying her intently. “Perhaps you should call it an early night.”

“Well, you see...I uh...I’m not going home for Christmas…” She mumbled softly almost ashamed that the words were leaving her mouth as she looked down sadly at her hands sitting pathetically in her lap.

She was answered by a slew of questions from the group all at once, all along the lines of: “What?” “How come?” “What happened?” “Why?”

“But I thought you were? All you’ve been talking about for the last few weeks was how excited you were for Christmas whenever it was brought up…” Ben proceeded cautiously. He knew his girlfriend didn’t lie and this isn’t something that she would lie about. If she was saying she wasn’t going home for Christmas out of the blue like this, it had to be true. “I just assumed you were still going home like you had said you were.” The blonde actor was absolutely puzzled as to why she hadn’t mentioned it, especially seeing how Christmas was only a mere twelve days away at this point.

“That was before I found out how expensive the plane fare out of Heathrow was this time of year…” She mumbled with a grimace, answered by a chorus of low ohs from the group. They all knew the struggle of flying for their various gigs around the world. As fun as it was to see new places for their work, getting through airports never got any easier.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) …” Ben sighed sadly, putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. “I can’t imagine how hard that must be…” Gwilym leaned over and whispered something into Rami’s ear, who then passed it off to Lucy, who then repeated it to Ben in a weird Bohemian Rhapsody telephone game. They all shared a nod, telepathically communicating with one another before looking at her. “A marvellous idea darling really.” Ben smirked. “Don’t know why I didn’t think of it first.”

“What is…?” (Y/N) asked slowly.

“What if I bought your plane ticket home?” Ben offered. “It would be my Christmas gift to you.”

(Y/N) felt the happiness bubble up in her heart, she was going home, until reality struck again. She and Ben hadn’t even been dating for two months yet. Maybe it would’ve been different if they were a bit further along in their relationship and she was more comfortable with allowing him to spoil her, since that was still a massive struggle for her. But this, an almost £700 round trip economy ticket, and knowing Ben it more than likely wouldn’t be economy if he could help it so it would probably be astronomically higher, this was asking for too much. As much as she wanted to see her family again, she couldn’t do that to Ben. She looked down, an amused smirk coming to her lips. “You really are something else Ben, you know?” She said quietly before looking up. “Look I appreciate the offer, really I do, but it’s too much to ask for. You have your own financial problems, babe, you don’t need to add me to that list.”

“But love, I want to.” Ben tried to convince her, the others nodding in agreement trying to back the young actor up.

“But I won’t let you. I refuse to accept it and should you continue to try and make me, I’m leaving right now.”

A silence fell over the table as everyone quietly sipped on their pints, unsure of how to continue. “So...what are you going to do now?” Lucy asked quietly, the others looking up as well, curious as to her answer.

“Guess I’ll just send my family their presents through the post and stay in my flat. Not much else I can do.” She shrugged taking a sip of her pint. “The time alone will be nice, I’m sure there will be Christmas films on all day and a cup of hot chocolate, and a blanket is always a good friend.” She said with a smile, trying to convince herself more than the others that she was okay with this. It wouldn’t be her first-time spending Christmas alone in the UK, but that didn’t make it any easier this time.

“You mean you’re going to spend Christmas alone…?” Rami asked sadly as he pulled his girlfriend in closer to his side, suddenly becoming a bit clingier than was normal for him. He couldn’t imagine not being able to spend the holiday abroad without Lucy.

“It’s not that bad guys really.” She said with a lighthearted laugh they could all see through in a split second. “It’s just another day when you think about it.”

“A day you don’t deserve to be alone on.” Gwilym continued.

“This is outrageous, I simply won’t allow it!” Lucy exclaimed slamming one of her palms down on the table. “You deserve to be with the people you love and people who love you on Christmas.”

“I’ll be fine guys really. It’s not going to be my first-time spending Christmas on my own.” She said shrugged.

“You mean you have before?” Gwilym asked, furrowing his brow at the female as she sank down further into her seat.

“Yeah...last time I was able to spend Christmas at home would’ve been two years ago now...” She sighed. “But it doesn’t matter.” She stated standing as she fished a tenner out of her pocket tossing it on the table as she pulled on her coat.

“Where are you going?” Rami asked, legitimately concerned for the girl. They had brought this up, it was their fault she was so upset, they hadn’t meant to drive her away and they didn’t want to see her leave in this mood.

“I just feel tired, I’ll see you all later.” She spoke quietly, offering them a half smirk before walking out of the pub. The cold London air hit her like a bus. She sighed to herself as she paused to button up her coat some more and pull on her gloves. Ben had been sweet to offer but she just wouldn’t feel right accepting something like that from him. (Y/N) knew what he could be like with her, always going to extreme lengths to make sure she was happy and cared for no matter what it did to himself. He wore his heart on his sleeve like that. The last thing she wanted to do was seem like she was taking advantage of him, especially considering who he was. God forbid she should ever look like a gold digger to him or his friends. (Y/N) was about to leave before she heard a deep English voice calling her name. “Ben?” She asked the empty street as she turned to see her boyfriend bounding up the steps of the pub they had been in, with only his navy jumper to keep him warm. “What on earth are you doing out here like this? You’re going to catch a cold.” She fussed over him like a mother with her child.

“I don’t care, I can’t enjoy my Christmas with my family knowing that you’re going to be alone.”

“Ben, you can’t just not go home because of me, I’ll be fine on my own, really.” She smiled, gently rubbing his arm. “I know you’re just going to say it’s your job as my boyfriend to worry about me, but you really don’t have to worry about me. I just want you to have a good holiday.”

“Damn it (Y/N/N). I’m not saying that I’m not going to go home.” He laughed with a bright smile before taking her hand in his own. “I’m asking you to come with me.”

“What?”

“Come spend Christmas with me and my family in Bournemouth, (Y/N/N)! I’m sure they’d love to have you. And it’s high time they get to put a face to the name of the girl I just can’t seem to shut up about when I talk to them.”

“Ben...that’s sweet of you to offer but I…”

“I won’t take no for an answer.” He said crossing his arms across his chest like a stubborn child. “They’ve been wanting to meet you for a while now so why not? What do you have to lose?”

“Well, I…”

“I’ll lock myself in the cupboard until you say yes.” He threatened, taking a bit of inspiration from Roger Taylor once again. It had been a few years since Bohemian Rhapsody had come out and still the drummer was influencing and changing his life.

“You can’t be serious.” She laughed at the Brit before her.

“Completely.” He assured her with a wink before gently taking her hand in his. “Please (Y/N/N) ...?” He spoke a lot softer, in almost a whimper. “It would honestly make this the best Christmas ever if I could spend it with you….” He gently pulled off her glove before softly kissing her knuckles. “Please say you’ll come…” He whispered with eyes closed, breath hot against her hand.

(Y/N) felt her heart melt at how loving Ben was being. She wasn’t yet completely used to seeing this soft side of his, the one that craved her emotionally every moment of every day. She had been with so many assholes in the past, having someone who genuinely cared for her in the way Ben cared for her was such a foreign concept to her mind. (Y/N) gently placed her other hand on the blonde’s cheek, prompting him to look up at her with those dazzling celadon eyes she loved so deeply. “I’d love to spend Christmas with you and your family Ben.” She smiled softly before leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

The actor smiled happily into the kiss, pulling her close, wrapping his arms tightly around her feeling the heat radiating from her body. It was hard to describe just why and how he felt such a deep love for a girl he had only just weeks prior become exclusive with. Whatever it was that drew him to her like a moth to a flame, he was never going to let go of the happiness he had found with her. He wouldn’t be able to function without her in his life. When they finally pulled apart, they looked up to see delicate little snowflakes falling from the sky the first, and probably only little bit of snowfall London would see over the holiday period. “Now would you look at that.” Ben smiled up at the sky.

“It’s beautiful…” She smiled looking at the frozen droplets of water as they danced along the gentle breeze before latching themselves onto her nose and eyelashes.

“Yes, you are…” Ben’s low, love filled, sultry voice met her ears. She looked back at his slightly hooded, sparkling celadon orbs, finding nothing but love and desire dancing through them. He placed a cool hand on her cheek before pulling her in for another tender kiss, able to convey all the motions he was feeling in just one simple action.

When they pulled apart again, she gently rested her forehead on his shoulder, holding him close. “Come home with me…?” She asked quietly.

“I’ll just go grab my coat.” He kissed the top of her head before quickly bounding down the steps back into the pub.

“You were gone a long time. What were you up to just now?” Gwilym asked suspiciously, eyebrow raised when the blonde returned.

The rest of the group watched as he slammed back the rest of his pint and the remaining half of Emily’s before slamming a tenner on the table to cover his drinks. “I’ve got something, or should I say someone better to do!” He said with a wink as he grabbed his coat and scarf off the booth seat.

“Careful there Ben, your Roger is showing.” Lucy teased with a giggle as the rest of the table chuckled at the young blonde actor’s eagerness to get out of the pub and back to his girlfriend.

“Har, har.” Ben rolled his eyes playfully before saying his final goodbyes to the group. He bounded back up the steps pulling on his black overcoat in the process. Upon reaching the street, the actor was met with the sweet sight of his girlfriend in her own world trying to catch snowflakes on her tongue as the rest of the world hustled around her going about their own business. He smirked softly at the sight, silently walking up behind her. He gently snaked an arm around her waist, his free hand reaching up to grab her by the chin. The girl let out a surprised yelp struggling for a moment thinking it was a random stranger grabbing her. “You little tease.” Ben spoke quickly, to alert her that it was him. He sighed to himself as he felt her relax against him knowing she was safely in the grip that was her boyfriend. “I propose we go put that brilliant tongue of yours to better use…don’t you agree?”

“Only if you return the favour.” (Y/N) smirked turning around in his arms, placing her hands on her chest.

“Whatever you want babe.” He smirked lacing his fingers with hers, as they began the walk back to her flat.

Ben chuckled softly to himself after a few moments as they walked along in silence. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just thinking about how you could give me the perfect Christmas present a bit early.”

“Oh? And just what might that be?” She asked innocently

“The sight of how sexy you’d look bound to your own headboard.”

“So sure of ourselves, are we?”

“Well, we both know that the moment you look into my absolutely gorgeous eyes, you’ll give in to my every command...” Ben growled playfully, pushing her into a wall, trapping her there with his body as he gently caressed her face with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful...”

“Save it for the bedroom Jones.” She stuck her tongue before throwing her arms around the blonde’s neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss as an elderly couple came around the corner.

“Youth these days…” The old man grumbled.

“Oh, stop it dear, I think it’s sweet. We were once young like them.” The woman responded with a chuckle as her husband pulled her along. Once they had disappeared around the next corner, Ben chuckled softly pulling back.

“Let’s go. I’m freezing.” 

“Well I know the perfect way to warm up.” He winked at her as she smiled at the blonde, interlocking fingers with him before they proceeded down the street once more. It didn’t matter how upset she had been before; Ben always had a way of making all her pain and sadness go away. She had honestly thought it was going to be another blue Christmas this year, but she had been lucky enough to get the ultimate Christmas present a few months prior and that was Ben. With him in her life, the cold December nights and especially the prospect of being lonely this Christmas drifted further and further away until it was gone from sight and mind. He was all she saw, he was all she cared about, he was all she needed, and he was all she wanted this Christmas. Ben and all the love he had to offer alone. Of course, that wasn’t going to stop the blonde Brit from tracking down the perfect Christmas present for the love of his life, after all, he loved her more than life itself, not that she would know that until Christmas.

[mellohi-is-away]

Fluffy Socks and Sugary Lips (Lucy Boynton x Female!Reader)

Summary: You and Lucy are in lockdown along with the rest of the country and you steal Lucy's fluffy socks.

Warnings: implied sex reference.

A/N: Please feel free to criticise this. Sorry it's so short it just came to me so I wrote it down!

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*A flat somewhere in London*

"Y/N! Have you seen my fluffy socks?!" Lucy, my girlfriend, shouts from our shared bedroom.

"Uh- no darling! They're probably in the laundry basket!" I shout back, quickly covering up my feet, hiding the fluffy socks.

"Are you suuuure?" Lucy's sing-song voice scaring me, as she sneaks up behind me.

"Uh- I- y-yeah," I manage to stutter out, "Why wouldn't I be sure, love?"

"Well," she started, "I could swear I saw some fluffy socks on your feet, love."

"Pfft nooo! I don't know what you're talking about." I laugh nervously.

"Hmm, okay. But if you do happen to find them expect A LOT of kisses!" She smirked.

"Ugh, fiiiine. I have them," I put, "I'm sorry, Luce."

"Aww N/N. It's fine, you look too comfy it would break my heart to steal them back from you." She gets up and straddles my waist. "Now, time for your reward."

Lucy slowly leaned forward pressing her sugary sweet lips lightly onto mine. I lightly place my hands on either side of her waist and pull her body against mine, deepening the kiss.

"Do you want to take this to the bedroom, my love?" Lucy whispers.

"Obviously."

[bensakindofmagic]

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: here we go again, enjoy :)

Warning: pure, unadulterated fluff

w/c: 2.3k+

Chapter Seventeen

“So he said he loves you?” Savannah asked. You were sat in the middle of a bustling, hipster coffee shop in West London, nursing your mismatching mugs with stupidly small handles. You nodded. 

“Have you talked about it since?” 

You winced, “I tried to bring it up the other day but I chickened out. I knew he’d ask me if I loved him too.”

“And you don’t?”

“I definitely don’t not love him,” you pondered. 

She scoffed, “That sounds promising. You two are so shit at communicating.” You began to protest but she just laughed, “You know I’m right! Look at how long it took for you two to get together ‘cause you couldn’t bloody talk to each other.” 

Your face was heavy as you frowned, “This isn’t helping.” 

“I’m sorry,” she conceded, “Tell me what you’re worried about.”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking about how I thought I was in love with Matteo, but when things got tough we fell apart, how do I know the same won’t happen with Ben? The shoot’s about to end, we’ve only got a week left and then everything’s going to change. I’ll be off on another project and Ben’s going to be back and forth to LA for a little while.” You sighed, “It’s just been so easy up ’til now, since we got together I mean. Even when it came out we were dating everyone was fine with it.”

“Apart from that arsehole Josh, right?”

“Yeah, well he’s shut right up now. I don’t know what Graham said but it worked. Anyway, I feel like we’re getting to the hard bit now. It’s gonna make it so much harder if I decide I love him.”

“That’s not exactly how it works, I don’t think you get to decide.” 

You rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“You’ve got commitment jitters, that’s all.”

“How can I be scared of committing to Ben when I basically fell in love with him the second I saw him?”

She placed a comforting hand on yours, “You just need to give yourself time. It sounds like once you two finally got going everything moved pretty fast. It’s been a while since you did the whole ‘serious relationship’ thing, cut yourself some slack.”

“Ugh Savvy, how do you always know what to say? You’re so wise.”

“I know,” she smiled kindly, “Besides, you think you’ve got commitment problems, Chris keeps talking about having babies!”

The last week of filming went by frighteningly quickly, and all too soon it was the last day and you were at the wrap party, drink in hand and talking far too loudly. Ben had his arm around your waist, announcing to everyone that you were his. He had been delighted since it had come out that you were dating and despite your nerves, it had been a relief to you too. A few people had been skeptical at first, throwing judging looks at you, but as soon as they’d seen you together they could tell you were serious about each other. You were grateful that you didn’t have to hide, and even more so that Josh ignored you apart from throwing you the odd bitter stare. 

“Can you believe that only four months ago we were playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ to get to know each other?”

“I know, it’s been the longest four months of my life,”  you said with a grin. “I can’t wait to get rid of you lot,”

“No way, you’re gonna miss us. I bet you’ll wake up every morning and cry at the thought of me being on the other side of the Atlantic,” Joe protested.

You sighed dreamily, “There’ll be a whole ocean between me and your dad jokes.”

“I’m gonna text you one every morning.”

“Then I’ll definitely cry,” you scoffed. 

As much as you joked and bantered with the guys, your heart was heavy. In fact, the teasing was mostly to keep the mood light because you sensed that you were in danger of getting far too emotional about the whole thing and breaking down into tears at the thought of not coming into work every day and seeing their idiot faces. 

“Well it’s fine for you and Ben,” Gwil interjected, “You guys will see each other all the time.” 

“Actually I’ve only got three weeks until I’m off to Scotland for nearly four months for a film I’m doing up there. And then we have just over a month before Ben goes to Italy to start on his next film.”

“Ouch, I don’t envy you guys. It’s hard enough being in a relationship when one of you travels, but both is going to be tough!”

You didn’t need the reminder. “Plenty of couples do it.”

“You guys are basically going to be long distance for most of the year.”

You muttered under your breath, “Yeah, and who knows for how long after that.”

From the way Ben’s arm tightened around you you guessed he had heard, but made no mention of it.  

“I’m more worried about me and you, buddy,” Ben interjected. “How’re we going to continue our bromance across continents?”

“It isn’t a bromance, it’s a full-on love affair,” you laughed. 

“You’re the lucky one Y/N/N, at least you’ll be in the same country for a while.”

You challenged, “Babe, Scotland is a different country.”

“What?” cried Joe, “I thought it was like different states.”

“Christ, I hope you’ve never said that to a Scot.”

Through the course of the evening you danced a little and drank a lot, and cheered with your whole body when Rami and Joe dueted ‘Under Pressure’, but mostly you soaked up every second of all being together. The job had been such a joy and you could hardly bear the thought of it being over, so mostly you drank and joked to distract yourself, but you couldn’t help getting a bit contemplative as you and Lucy watched the guys play beer pong — Brits versus Americans. 

You leant against a counter, glass in hand, as Lucy sighed, “God they’re idiots, the lot of them, but I am going to miss them.”

Joe had just performed a particularly distressing celebration after getting the ball in Ben’s cup.

“Are you worried?” you said suddenly, turning to face her. “Rami’s going back to the States, you’ll be in London…”

“No,” she said lightly, “I’ll be over there a lot for work anyway and Rami’s going to visit me here when he can. Anyway, We care so much about each other, we’ll find a way to make it work.” 

“God, I wish I was that confident.” You turned back to see Gwil miss.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, darling. If both of you want to be together, which you do, then you will. Ben adores you, we can all see it. You just need to have a little faith.”

You smiled and nodded, conceding that she was probably right and that fifth glass of prosecco was making you paranoid. 

Once the game finished Ben came up to you and pulled you close, linking his fingers behind your back and pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“Congratulations on winning,” you grinned.

“Thank god, hey? Otherwise Joe would have been insufferable.”

“Oi Y/N,” Joe shouted, “Stop hogging my boyfriend!” 

You laughed loudly, “I could say the same to you!”

Ben nudged his nose against yours before nuzzling into your neck. “You’ll always be my number one, angel.” 

By the end of the night you were all singing ‘I’ll Never Forget You’ by the Noisettes at the top of your lungs, holding back tears (some of you more successfully than others), and finished on ‘We Are the Champions’ just in case there was still a dry eye in the room. It was with great reluctance that you parted in the small hours of the morning and when you got into bed with Ben you held onto him tightly, determined to make the most of him while he was still at your fingertips.

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Those three weeks you had together were bliss: with neither of you having too much work — just a few bits of research and the occasional meeting between you — you seemed to have the world at your feet. Days passed in lazy contentment, waking up late, spending an hour or two in bed (morning sex was usually involved, it being a new practice since the early starts had not previously allowed for it), taking Frankie for a walk in the crisp winter air, then cuddles, tea, Netflix, often more sex. Dinner dates, coffee dates, cultural dates dragging Ben around art galleries (despite his being an actor, you didn’t believe him for a second when he assured you that he loved it). You spent most of your time at Ben’s, only going home when you needed clean clothes and to wash your hair. You took it in turns to make dinner, and occasionally Ben would walk to the nearest bakery to buy you fresh pastries for breakfast before you woke up. You wasted time watching Ben play with Frankie, your heart swelling as you saw how much he loved her, and daydreamed about what a great dad he would make. It felt like bliss, like your life was a movie with every detail perfectly executed; you were in heaven. 

As excited as you were to start your new job, by the time you were due to leave the next morning, the thought of tearing yourself away from Ben all but broke your heart.

“Can’t you stay?” he whined, ignoring the old rom-com that was playing on the telly, mostly just serving as background noise by then. “I’m sure they’ll manage without you.”

You scoffed, “What a rousing indictment of the value of my work.”

He glanced at you from where he lay on the sofa, Frankie curled up on his chest, snoring softly.

“Come on, it’ll break Frankie’s little heart if you go,” he whispered, covering her ears to shield her from the truth.

“When. Not if,” you said firmly. “She’ll be sad for a day and then forget all about me.”

He became distant as he whispered, “It’ll break mine.”

You snuggled down the sofa, squeeing yourself between him and the cushions and cooed, “No, it won’t. I’ll text you everyday and we’ll FaceTime and send each other dumb memes. And I’ll come home whenever I can.”

He cocked his eyebrow, “Home? Does that mean here?”

You smiled, “I guess it does.”

You turned back to the film but could tell Ben was distracted by the way his eyes roamed about the room, and he kept taking a deep breath in as if to speak, only to release it and retain his silence. Eventually you reached over to the remote and pressed pause.

“What’s up, Benny?”

For a while he was silent, composing his thoughts, and when he spoke he didn’t meet your eye. 

“You know that thing I said a while ago,” he ventured, “when we were talking to Graham…”

You knew exactly what he was talking about and instantly felt your heart rise to your throat. You were nervous, partly because you feared he would be upset that you hadn’t said it back, and partly to hear him say it again. But mostly you felt adrenaline rushing through your veins; the rush of love. “Yeah,” you hesitated, your chest swelling like a ballon, full of anticipation.

“I meant it.” He distracted himself scratching behind Frankie’s ear. “I’ve been trying to bring it up over the last few weeks but it never felt like the right time. You always seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin it in case you weren’t ready to say it back. And don’t feel like you have to, I don’t want to rush you but I just need to say it, you know-”

You interrupted his rambling by placing you hand gently on his cheek. 

He sighed, finally meeting your gaze. “I’m in love with you.”

His eyes were so round, so wide, so full of innocence and fear and hope. You could see the whole world in those eyes.

And all of a sudden it felt like you were floating, a balloon carrying you high above yourself. You smiled, a laugh bubbling sweetly from you. “I love you, too.”

Then you were both grinning like naughty children and he kissed you with absolute certainty.

He dropped you off at the airport the next morning and you were close to tears as you said goodbye. 

“Text me when you land, okay?” he asserted and you assured him you would. In return he promised to give Frankie a kiss for you. 

You thought you saw a watery hue in the green of Ben’s eyes but you blinked and it was gone. He held you closely, resting your cheek on his chest and his face buried in your hair. He kissed the top of your head, then your forehead, and you sighed heavily. You tried to take in every detail of his face — you almost felt silly, really, because it wasn’t like you were off to war and might never see him again. In fact you had already arranged to come back in six week’s time and you knew you’d FaceTime him almost everyday. Still, you absorbed the curve of his jaw, the roundness of his nose, his big lips, dimpled on each end, green eyes so pale in the morning light, the few golden curls peeking out from below his beanie. You memorised every detail as best you could.

“I’ll see you soon. I love you,” he purred, his tone soft but strong.

You smiled; it felt right hearing those words. It felt right to say them. “I love you, Ben.”

With one last kiss you turned away from him, stealing a glance before you headed to security only to see him watching you leave. You waved, and he raised his hand in reply, subdued, resigned. And you rounded the corner and he was gone.

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[queensdivas]

Bubbles

This is for my boo boo @bonafiderocketqueen​ because she’s my best friend and I hope she enjoys it! 

Enjoy! 

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It had been snowing in non stop since I arrived in England to spend a week with Ben. Dear God it has not stopped since my plane literally touched down on the runway! Yet it hasn’t bothered me except when Ben isn’t around because he’s off reading for another movie. Not that I’m not grateful he’s off getting into more movies for himself and making his career better. Hells yeah for him for wanting to further his career. But when you live across the pond and can only see each other every so often. It kind of bums you out. 

Tossing my book down onto the couch as I wrapped myself up in my blanket counting down the minutes till he came home from his read through. Dinner was already made since I wanted tonight to be just relaxing. Homemade chicken and noodles was exactly going to warm us up from all this stupid snow. 

His dog Frankie climbed up onto the couch with me as he curled up into the blanket then tucking himself into a large ball. My fingers began scratching the top of his head as I was beginning to fall asleep with his soft breathing and the sound of winter frost blowing outside. 

Before I completely passed out on his couch. Ben came bursting through the doorway with a large paper bag in his hand. It scared Frankie and I as we both almost fell off the couch. Frankie ran to him as he jumped all over him as Ben scooped him up in his arms. I shook my head a little so I would wake up and see what he was so excited about. 

“Anne you would not believe what just happened!” He was bouncing off the walls with excitement as he placed the paper bag down on the coffee table then sitting next to me. Frankie was still attacking him with kisses then bouncing over to me to give me all kinds of kisses to me! 

“I got the role!” He cheered as I put Frankie down on the ground so I wouldn’t hurt him on what was coming next. 

“AH BEN!” I jumped on top of him to pecking my lips all over him till we now fell off the couch. Frankie jumped all over us till Ben pulled him into our dog pile laughed as we sat up in front of the couch. 

“Told you they would absolutely love you!” 

“I knew they would.” He smirked as I scooted closer to him then wrapping myself around him. He had his hands on my hips as his soft lips pressed against mine. Stopping myself to get a hint of his..was he working out?

“Ben why do you smell like a gym?” Dear God he smells like a very sweaty old man! Phew! Dear God he really needs some sort of bath! 

“Part of the role was being able to crazy stunts and I ended up climbing up and down ropes. So I got a really great workout today because of it.” God he really stinks! 

“Ben dear God you stink! I love you but damn!” Climbing off to walk into the kitchen as he got a grumpy look on his face that quickly turned into a soft smile. Are we having bath time? Dear God his bath is one of the best since it’s got jets across the wall, a small tv that hangs on the wall so we can binge watch Letterkenny while we relax, and enough room for a cheese plate! 

“I’ll get the bath ready.” Well I’m hungry so I will be eating while were in the tub. Just not homemade chicken and noodles. For obvious reasons. Getting into the fridge to grab a bunch of cheese slices, grapes, and then the bottle of pink moscato for celebration! We still have two wine glasses from the other night so this is absolutely perfect! 

Before I carried the tray into the bathroom. Frankie stood directly under me with his tail wagging waiting for a piece of my cheese! It’s getting close to his dinner time anyhow so I think a little peanut butter will hold him over in the end. Placing the tray down on the counter to grab his small bone from the floor then the peanut butter from the cabinet. Scooping a little of his favorite peanut butter to stuff it in his bone as he began bouncing around in excitement around my feet. 

“Ah. Now you sit!” He immediately sat down for me to place his bone right in front of him. He grabbed it to wander off into the living room to start chowing down on his peanut butter bone. Now time for bubble bath! 

“SHIT!” Ben yelled as I grabbed the tray of goodies to walk into the bathroom. Oh no what did he do now!? Please tell me we don’t have to buy him another phone! He and Joe once thought it would be a really good fucking idea to go skinny dipping while they were drunk. Problem is that skinny dipping meant just jumping into the closest body of water. So his phone was destroyed.

“What happened?” Asking as I walked into the bathroom to see that the bubbles in the jacuzzi were really getting out of control. Oh my god it looks so beautiful! 

“No. I dropped the bubble maker and now the bathtub is going to be extra full. Damn it at this point it’s probably going to flood the entire bathroom.” And? Now our bathroom is going to smell like, what is it honey? Yes honey! 

“So? Now instead of nothing, the bathroom is going to be smelling like honey and soap. Is that such a bad thing?” Placing the tray down on top of the sink as I immediately threw off all my clothes on the floor. Ben watched me as I sunk into the bubble covered jacuzzi. The jets were on low as the water was a little hotter than how I usually like it. Ben stripped down until he grabbed the tray of goodies to put right on the large corner. 

He climbed down into the water as our feet entwined with each other as he turned up the jets to medium. One of them was hitting my back making me moan a little because god damn these are some wonderful jets. The bubbles kept rising as it hit the bottom of my chin, Jesus how much of the bubble liquid got out? I felt the plastic bottle floating around next to me, lifting it up to Ben as he nodded. 

“There it is!” I tossed the bottle out of the tub. Shit he put the tray on his side of the tub! Hope we won't mind if I sneak over to grab some grapes. Moving from my spot in the tub to start moving towards him to we were face to face with each other. Almost about to kiss him as I moved past him to grab a grape and a cheese wedge. 

“You’re a brat.” He giggled as he pulled me into his lap as the bubbles bounced around us. Jesus the stupid bubbles are still forming oh my god! Grabbing a bunch to place on the top of his head then snapping it to look like a Hershey’s kiss. 

“Wait wait!” I began molding a bubble beard on his face then styling it with a nice mustache. He looked absolutely stunning! 

“Ben! Picture perfect!” Looking over the edge to see my phone so I could take a picture of him and all his glory! 

“If you think you’re leaving this tub without a beard you’re wrong.” Ben told me before I could even grab my phone. Smirking as I stood still for him to grab a hand full of bubbles. He began placing them all over my face trying to avoid my eyes and lips to form a Santa Claus beard on my face. 

“Am I pretty yet?” He shook his head to grab more bubbles from the tub to place on top of my head. Except no Hershey kiss style hair, more like 70s Afro kind of hair. 

“Now you’re gorgeous. Wanna watch the office?” I just binged watched season four while he was gone so I’m kind of feeling something a little more stupid. Not saying that the office is stupid because Creed is my spirit animal for as little time he has on screen. 

“Letterkenny?” Asking as he grabbed the remote from the corner along with a cheese slice to turn on hulu. Dear God do I love Letterkenny. It’s one of the shows that’s so damn stupid that you have to love. Yes a few of the characters are a little wow but it’s so great. 

Turning myself so I could scoot back into him with my back pressing against him so we could cuddle. My hand reached back for a small vine of grapes to chow down on a little. Oh my god it’s the Canadian Goose episodes yes! My absolute favorite episode out of the entire show. 

“IF YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH CANADA GOOSES YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME AND I SUGGEST YOU LET THAT MARINATE!” I yelled along with Wayne because dear god I love this show! Ben squeezed me a little to then start kissing the back of my neck which made me giggle. 

“Does everyone in Canada feel the same about Canada gooses?” 

“Gooses! They’re beautiful majestic birds that must be protected at all cost! Born leaders and heroes!” I think I just watch this show way too much now at this point. Oh well. We went back to start watching the show as he began kissing my neck again then giving me another tight squeeze to make me giggle. 

“Anne. You know I love you right?” 

“No Ben. I’m naked in a bathtub with you because I consider us friends.” I have very bad sarcasm and I think it gets out of control sometimes. 

“Alright smartass. But seriously. I want to ask you something because I know if I don’t I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.” I stopped eating my grape to turn around completely ignoring the show now. Please don’t tell me he’s going to propose because we haven’t discussed this part of our lives yet and I’m not sure if I’m ready!

“Anne you’re my world now and I hate the fact that we live so stupidly far apart. Move in with me. Or I can move over to America with you. I don’t like the fact that we only see each other for one of two weeks out of the month. Your the person I wanna wake up in the morning and go to bed with you at night. When you’re gone. Frankie and I are just an absolute mess without you! Ask Gwil because I do nothing but bug the living hell out of him whenever you go back home! Poor Frankie crawls under my bed until you walk into my apartment and you can’t imagine the sad look on his face when you’re not around!” No I’m not crying you’re crying! But sadly I can’t take him serious with the bubbles on top of his head and around his beard! I started laughing a little in this very serious moment. 

“Are you making fun of me?” His voice cracked as I placed my hands through his bubble beard to give him a kiss. My lips continuing to peck him till he stopped waiting for my answer. 

“Yes Ben. I’ll be your roommate for life. Only for Frankie because poor Frankie shouldn’t be suffering!” Frankie came running into the bathroom as he began trying to get into the tub with us. 

“No Frankie that’s weird!” Ben laughed till he jumped into the empty spot of the tub for water and bubbles to go all over the place! He began splashing around in the tub with the bubbles flying all over the place, in the food, and more on Ben and I! I grabbed Frankie to get him out of the tub so we could get back to our bath time. Once out he stayed right next to the tub staring us down. 

“Gonna be honest with you Ben, really don’t feel comfortable with Frankie watching us in the tub.” He turned off the jets as I pulled the plug from the drain. 

“Fair enough. Besides. We now have all the time in the world for those pleasantries since you’ll be here for now on. Or they. Where exactly are we going to live now?” Good question. 

“We’ll figure that out later. Homemade chicken and noodles tonight for dinner with some carrots?” 

“Sounds absolutely delicious.” 

[80s-roger]

a night to remember 2.2 - roger taylor {two females}

summary: tonight Roger would bring another female after the deal you both made when Freddie joined your sex life. Now you're the one who doesn't like to share her man with a girl. He low-key wants to take revenge.

warnings: FMF, f receiving, scissoring, pl, dt, swearing, face sitting, oral, protected sex (we don't want accidents!)

word count: 2475

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note: it was requested, however i was thinking if I should make a pt two or nah. but since you liked it, here it is! thank you for the unholy support! we're the best fandom and I say it on my experience, I was at the little mix fandom for many years, it was toxic af.

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After that remarkable night you spend with your boyfriend and Freddie, it was about time to return Roger's favour. A female joining you this time. You didn't want another girl fucking your man, he's literally one of the most attractive men in the world; every female would like to spend a night with him. Your jealousy surpassed the limits.

He'd bring Jess, the girl with the big tits he was telling you about. You couldn't handle the competition. What if she's better than you on everything at sex? What if he just wants to sleep with another woman but he's throwing it like a favour after your request. Many questions bombed your head. Many insecurities came after your doubts. Aren't you good enough? Is he looking for a woman with big breasts, unlikely you? What if she's thin? Supermodel's height and weight? You wouldn't know until he would bring her home.

You didn't dress sexy, just some pyjamas, you didn't care. You would also leave these two in the bedroom do the dirty to avoid any body insecurities. You sat in the living room, watching tv until he opened the door and Jess walked first, looking at the house decoration impressed.

"Hey baby." He greeted you, placing a kiss at your lips.

"Hi." You greeted.

"This is Jess!" He was so excited, more than you were with Freddie and him. Jess came next to Roger, giving you her palm to introduce herself.

"Yeah fine, it's Y/N." You impolitely ventured.

Jess looked at Roger triggered. Roger tried to save the unsaved. You walked inside your bedroom, closing the door, unsure about everything. That could be abuse. Roger walked a few seconds later, closing the door, leaving just you two inside.

"Why are you being like this now?" He questioned, removing his black leather jacket; that one you love tearing off when you're both drunk.

"Because I don't want to do it!" You firmed.

"But you agreed with it!" He firmed back.

"Yeah because I wanted to do that! It wasn't some kind of revenge! What are you trying to prove me? You're a good fucker? I trust you!" You barked annoyed.

"I am, Y/N! But deal is a deal! And you have to accept it whether you like it or not!" He hissed.

"Fuck the deal! Just think about it; a woman I don't know is going to touch my privates! Do you have any idea how uncomfortable this makes me feel?" You stuttered.

"But she's a female, female body is the most attractive thing in the world." He moved his shoulders.

"That doesn't make sense Roger. You want me to touch her but you didn't want Freddie to touch you. That's unfair." You mocked him.

"Yes because that's not up to my standards. Its easier to get along with a female." Your voices got lower than it already was before. "Please, love, give it just one chance. Just one." He begged. "She's waiting outside." He whispered kissing your lips and later moved to your neck.

"I'm doing this because I love you." You consented, hugging him. You didn't tell him a single thing about your body insecurities. She must have the body.

"Jess, come inside!" Roger yelled at her. "Take off these pyjamas, they hide that fine body of yours." His voice got deeper. You let him undress you, leaving you at your lingerie. "I love that ass of yours." He bit his lip and squeezed your butt cheeks.

Jess walked inside wearing only her red lingerie. She was taller thank you, close to Roger's height. She was thin, having big tits, an average ass, a small waist, blonde long hair and juicy lips. Of course he would bring a woman like that.

"Hey beautiful." Jess smiled at you, hugging you provocatively, getting you away from your man's hug. She placed her hands at your cheeks and her lips at yours, kissing you gently and slowly. She smiled after your kiss. "I hope you'll like this. For your information, I'm bisexual, if that makes you feel better. I won't steal your man." She stated and that made you feel really better. You looked Roger relieved.

He removed his clothes, staying on his underwear, watching you two making out in front of him. You liked kissing her. Her hands caressed you everywhere. Roger was laid at his pillow, teasing his dick. He was in heaven right now.

"Y/N, don't be shy." Jess said between the kiss smiling. You weren't shy. Just the first time with a woman and your boyfriend watching. You had to overcome the obstacle of awkwardness so you just moved your hands at her back, removing her bra. Her breasts were now exposed to you. You looked at Roger, watching his reaction or if he'd like to see the rest.

"Fuck my baby, go on." He moaned.

You had her tits on your mouth, sucking them and licking them. She was softly moaning when her hands finally removed your bra too. You were both just on your panties' now both of you kissing and touching.

Roger stood up, facing you two. He gently grabbed your head kissing your lips while Jess sucked your nipples.

"You're so dirty when you want it." He whispered in your ear and moved to your neck biting you.

"Your dick is inside me tonight, I don't care." You provocatively said, grabbing his hair.

"Fine, you are so good already I can't say no." He closed his eyes when his hands touched your panties. "And wet too." He added.

Jess took off your panties, being the first of you all naked person. She gave kisses at your thighs, until she reached your pussy.

"Lay down beautiful." She smirked at you and Roger helped you get laid on bed.

Jess was between your legs, spreading them and revealing a wet pussy ready to be eaten out.

"I know you're liking it, already." Your boy whispered in your ear and walked behind her, removing her panties. She didn't really pay attention to him but to you. Her tongue began moving like crazy at your small lips and reaches your favourite part; your clit. Her two fingers were already inside you, thrusting inside-out. Roger was back at her, licking her pussy but you didn't bother as soon as she was more interested in you.

"Fuck..." You moaned biting your lip and your hand was pulling her hair, closer to your core.

"And you were hesitating..." she giggled and laid on top of you, kissing your lips and finally receiving a taste of you.

Roger was sitting right there, watching you. He already took his protection, ready to get inside you, standing between your legs while Jess, was sitting on your face.

"I really want to know how good you're going to eat me out." she grabbed your hand, and began moving her hips back and forward. Your other hand, grabbed her hip, squeezing it gently as your tongue started moving at her pussy. You couldn't deny how hot it was. You enjoyed that moment, you enjoyed sucking her.

"Baby, you're getting it right now, don't lose your tempo." Roger caressed your stomach, destructing you from the moment you shared with the model. You moaned as a sign of agreeing with him.

His dick, was inside you, moving in and out slowly. His hands were caressing and squeezing your hot curves and he was nothing but a moaning mess, seeing you in a middle of this explosive threesome. He sexually liked you even more than a week ago when Freddie was with you. "You're so tight baby, I can't stop moving inside you." He moaned.

"Fuck me Roger..." You said back, when your fingers began fucking Jess's pussy. She was up there, on top of you, rubbing her clit.

"Ah yes y/n, you're so good!" She loudly moaned and laid next to you, still rubbing her clit while watching Roger taking the entire control on you. He was standing on top of you, his face on top of yours, kissing you and biting you while he was still inside you. It was just you at the moment. He grabbed your thighs and his thrusts were more intense and slow against you.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming." He said at your ear while your hands  were scratching his flawless back.

"F-Fuck, shit..." You gasped as he removed himself from you. Both of you breathing fastly. Jess got at him, jerking his dick off fastly, she was intensely looking at his eyes and put his size inside her mouth.

"Ah fuck... Fuck me." He moaned closing his eyes. She sucked his entire size like it was the easiest thing in the world, unlikely you, ready to be choked by the lack of air and the thickness of his penis. Instead, you got behind Jess, eating her out again. You got obsessed with that action.

She finally blew him off, and he just laid himself at the bed ready to see more. Jess was masturbating after the second orgasm you gave her, next to Roger as you got on top of him. Your tits were bouncing up and down at the beat you were moving around him.

"I want to taste you baby, I want you to cum on my mouth." He provocatively told you and bit his lip as you got up to his face. Enjoying the view, his tower. Jess took the chance and sat on his dick, moving at the beat you got to fuck him seconds ago. Roger was living the dream. Two women on top of him. Jess was playing with your nipples as you moved your hips on Roger's head.

Roger rubbed your clit as he found out you were on the edge of cumming again. He knew, you didn't have to tell him. When you came on his mouth, you sat at his stomach, making out with Jess when she was still fucking your boyfriend's material. "You enjoy fucking my boyfriend, don't you dirty slut?" You finally said a word, Roger didn't expect to.

"Wow fuck baby, that was unexpected." He moaned, unable to move.

"Get off his dick." Jealousy took over you and she laid next to you, watching you taking his size inside your mouth, accepting the challenge.

"Holy shit y/n... Ah..." He shouted when he pulled your hair, closer to him. "That's... f-" you stopped him by biting some of his skin down there. You finally got his entire size inside your mouth, reaching your throat until you couldn't stand the air lack. He looked at you proud and pulled your hair behind your ear. "You wanted another female to do that before you?" He smirked at you.

"No." You foretold. "I was awakened." You added winking at him.

"I knew you'd like it babe." He leaned in kissing you.

"But there's something more to try out." Jess opened her legs. "Just sit there and watch Roger. Jerking off is highly recommended." She implored.

"I'm so ready for this." He shook his head in anticipation.

You followed Jess's lead. She had your one leg on top of hers, sitting on top of her pussy.  "Move your hips baby..." She softly said touching your moving hips.

You did as she told you. Your pussies moving together, mixing your liquids that came out of them. Roger couldn't stop seeing you moving so harmonically when his dick was around his hand. He enjoyed watching you doing things with another female, especially scissoring.

"Ah fuck Jess..." You moaned when heat was about to take over your body.

"You eventually like this dirty whore?" She moaned, pulling your hair back and both of you moved faster.

"I can't do this anymore." You loudly said, when pleasure took over you. "Fuck." You said laying next to Roger when he cummed with you.

"That was perfect." Roger commented kissing you. "Good job my baby. You have to agree it was better than the previous time." He kissed your hand.

"Yeah because you had to fuck two females." You answered.

"Don't be petty, girl. He's a lady's man. What do you expect from him?" She genuinely asked looking at both of you. "I better get going. It was a hot night." She stood up, wearing her lingerie from the floor.

"Let me get the door for you." Roger said, wearing his underwear. "I'll be here in a minute." He turned his gaze at you.

"Enjoy the rest of the night." You greeted her when she vanished from the bedroom with your man.

"I could tell she's bisexual. So opening to the positions." Jess laughed when putting her clothes in the living room.

"I thought she'd literally leave when you stepped inside our home." Roger jested.

"Same but I changed my mind when she walked towards your bedroom." She wore her coat and opened the door.

"It was nice having you Jess." Roger smirked.

"Same Rog. Tell your girl, she had some good mouth skills." She laughed.

"Oh you better be sure about it." Roger bit his lip. "Goodnight." He held the door.

"Night Rog." She left and he closed the door returning to you.

"Where were you hiding these mouthing skills?" He laid next to you, destructing you from daydreaming.

"In a place called competitive department of mind." You ironically asserted.

"You've got a big mouth, don't you, young lady?" He grabbed your chin.

"I do have a big mouth." You raised your eyebrow, staring at his eyes.

"Do you think we should tighten it a bit?" he bit your lip within a short kiss you shared.

"No, it's not beneficial for your size." You mocked him but laughed on the joke.

"After praising my size, I won't tighten it." He laughed and pulled you closer to him. "I think I can happily die now. I had a threesome including a bisexual model and my future wife. I can say I did that with you." He said looking proud. Of course you wanted to marry him and have kids with him, you literally wanted to jump from happiness but you had to keep a low profile and probably jump on him another time, when he actually proposes because his words go with the flow.

"You would marry me when I'd let you bring a female in our bed? You can be an asshole from time to time." You shook your head annoyed.

"I'd marry you anyway. You just give extra credits." He boasted and both of you, turned opposite sides to sleep. "Oh. And I'm always an asshole." He bragged about it like it was an achievement.

"Fuck you and goodnight." You closed your eyes ready to sleep.

"Sure, with you tomorrow morning." You heard him murmur and rolled your eyes.

What a sex animal. He's never tired.

[benhardyisdaddy]

Royal Protection - Part 13

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(so this part doesn’t have ben himself in it, but the next chap will so be prepared!!! also this is what i imagine y/n’s bedroom looking like lmao) 

Word Count: 1,439

Watching Ben disappear from you was the worst heartbreak you had ever felt. You ignored the stinging of your knees digging into the harsh gravel - your heart stung much worse. You were gasping for air as you clutch at your chest, wishing the car would turn around and come back. Wish he would come back. Lucy was holding you close to her, trying to calm you down. Your head was throbbing from your sobs as your mother and father begin walking down the steps, both utterly confused. 

“Y/n!?” calls out your mother, thinking something was horribly wrong. 

Joe was ahead of them as he runs to you and falls to his knees in front of you. 

“Princess,” he whispers to you, but is interrupted when your name is called again. 

You find enough strength to stand up with the help of Joe. Your eyes were swollen and red - tears did not want to stop flowing. You know for a fact how miserable and pitiful you look, but you don’t care. Your mother and father freeze when they realize how stressed you really are. 

“How could you do that?” you whisper to them, your voice breaking. 

They look at each other and back to you. 

“I don’t understand,” starts your mother. “He was only your security. It’s nothing to cry over-” 

“He wasn’t just only my security, mother!” you scream. “He- He saved my life! If it weren't for him, I wouldn’t be here!” 

“If it weren’t for him,” yells your mother. “You wouldn’t have been in that whole mess to begin with! He failed his job and his trust with this family! If he hadn’t of-” 

“It was my fault!” you scream, causing everyone to go silent. 

You’re breathing hard as your mother takes a step back, shocked by what you had just said. 

“I’m the one who texted Claire when you specifically told me not to. I’m the one who told her where I was! I’m the one who answered the door when I knew I shouldn’t! It was my fault, not his! And now he’s gone and I…” 

You pause and look to the ground, your chin trembling. Lucy wraps her arm around yours. 

“And now I’ll never get to see him again.” you whisper. 

Your father watches you with a heavy heart and opened eyes. He realizes the look in yours, knowing right away what you were trying to tell them. 

“See him again? Why on earth would you want to see him again? He was your security-” 

“You’re in love with him.” says your father bluntly, not taking his eyes off of you. 

Your mother gasps loudly as you look up fast, shocked that he would say that. The two of you stare at each other as a faint smile falls on his lips, letting you know that it’s going to be okay. You smile to him as your mother begins talking once more. 

“Love!?” she shouts. “That’s absurd! You hardly know the man! How could you ever think that!?” she asks your father, almost disgusted. 

“Because it’s true, mother.” you tell her. “Daddy’s right. I love him.” you say, shrugging and smiling. “I never planned on it happening, but…” 

“It just did.” your father says, finishing your sentence. 

You smile big and nod your head.

“You do realize a princess does not marry out of royalty? That you and… him would never be together? It’s rules.” 

“It’s a dumb rule.” you say bluntly. “It’s a rule that decided who you can and can not love and I will be damned if I’m told that. By you, by daddy, by anybody.” 

Your mother watches you as her nostrils flare and her jaw tenses up. The look of rage fills her face.

“And I will be damned if you think you can ruin this family with a silly crush. We’ve fired Benjamin and that’s final. You’re home now and we’re grateful for what he’s done, but that’s exactly what this is - done.” 

“Darling,” says your father to her. 

“No!” shouts your mother. “You will find another nice man who has value and nobility.” 

You raise a brow and fight the urge to say a certain few things you have on your mind. 

“You mean money.” you murmur. 

Your mother looks to you fast, a surprised look on her face. 

“Excuse me?” she asks you, offended. 

“Value and nobility are code words for money. You want me to end up with a royal man who has a lot of money. That’s what this family is all about, right? Greed? You didn’t marry daddy because you love him,” you whisper. 

You slowly walk up to your mother until you’re in front of her. 

“You married him, because you knew what he would become one day. King. And kings are the richest and most powerful in all of the land. Aren’t they daddy?” you ask, still looking at your mother. 

Your father sighs and looks down at the ground, not wanting to get in between whatever this is.

“How dare you speak to your mother like that.” she hisses. 

“And how dare you treat me like an object. Like my only purpose in life is to be your little doll.” 

“I am first and foremost a Queen,” she whispers. 

“Well maybe stop acting like a Queen and more like my mother.” you spat. 

Her face falls as you quickly make your way around her and up the stairs. She’s still stood there, staring in front of her - in space. You turn back around as Lucy and Joe follow you. 

“And maybe stop treating me like a princess and more like your daughter.” 

Your mother lifts her head and her whole body is tensed up. You can’t believe you just stuck up for yourself to her like that. You were proud of speaking your mind, but your heart was none the better. You make your way back inside the castle as your mother turns to your father, she can’t look him in the eyes. 

“She is to be grounded to her room until I’ve said so.” she tells him. 

He slightly frowns and sighs as he nods his head. 

“Yes, dear.” 

He turns around to walk away, but not before your mother reaches out and gently grabs his arm. He turns to look at her. Her face is filled with sadness as she looks into his eyes. 

“You know I love you… Right?” she asks, worry in her voice. 

He sadly smiles and cups her face with his hand. 

“Then you should know exactly how she feels.” he whispers before walking away, leaving her by herself. 

***

You were in your room with Joe and Lucy sat on your bed. They’re watching you pace back and forth in front of them. 

“He didn’t even say goodbye!” you say loudly. 

“In his defense, your mother probably wouldn’t have let him.” says Lucy. 

You groan and run a hand through your hair. 

“He could’ve asked the car to stop! He saw how upset I was and he didn’t even do anything!” 

Lucy and Joe look at each other and sigh. 

“Maybe everything that happened between us was just something to pass the time. Maybe,” you say, your voice going sad as you stop walking. “Maybe it didn’t mean anything to him.” 

Lucy shakes her head fast and she stands up quickly. 

“No, no, no! You should’ve heard his voice when he called me the day you went missing. He was beside himself, y/n. That wasn’t the voice of a man who doesn’t care.” 

“Maybe it was just the voice of a man who didn’t want to lose him job.” you tell her. 

She shuts her eyes and exhales. 

“You need to believe me,” she says. “I heard it in his voice. I think he would’ve done anything to make sure you were okay.” 

You look to her and smile at the thought of Ben comforting you when you were finally released. He did look so happy when he finally was able to hug you. Maybe she was right. You’re in mid thought when Joe speaks up. 

“You need to see him.” 

You both look to him fast and narrow your eyes. 

“Yeah, right, Joe.” you say. “I’m on total lock down. Remember?”

Joe has a mischievous smile and a devious look on his face. 

“Yes, you’re on lock down,” he explains. “But Lucy’s not.” 

You shake your head as you and Lucy both look at each other, not understanding. 

“Y/n?” he asks looking to you. “How do you feel about wearing Lucy’s clothes?” 

And then it clicked.

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[anxiouslymalicious]

Until we know.

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: A continuation of Until the morning comes in which Ben is a little overwhelmed.

Word Count: 2,322

Warnings: anxiety attack based on my own experiences, mentions of sex and nudity, nightmares and bad writing

A/N: Sorry, this has taken longer than I wanted it to, but I just couldn’t write. I literally wrote like 200 words, think it’s crap and start again. And up until last night, I had a different version of this chapter planned, didn’t like it, deleted it and rewrote it which is why I am posting this now, at almost 1am.  Anyway, thanks for all the support, I appreciate it a lot and I hope you enjoy it! Oh and the beginning might be confusing, but it’ll make sense later, so PLEASE read through the first paragraphs. 

Tags: @mamaskillerqueen @yourealegendroger @lakef 

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Ben was excited to see you again. You had told him to meet you in favourite café. It had always been one of your favourite places to spend your lunch breaks with Ben as it was quiet and a little secluded from the usually so lively city. The fact that they sold amazing cakes and sandwiches, along with coffee was, of course, a very supporting one.

His heart was beating fast and the butterflies in his stomach were going absolutely crazy. Ben’s hands were sweating profusely, and he kept on licking his dry lips as he stepped into the small shop, the smell of coffee filling his nostrils immediately. Soft music was playing in the background as he was trying to spot you. Ben felt his heart drop when he finally did.

You were not alone.

A man was sitting with you, staring at you lovingly as he held your hands in his. Your perfect lips formed a huge grin and your cheeks were rosy with the blush the man caused you as he whispered something in your ear. Only mere seconds after, you leaned closer to kiss him softly and slowly. Even from where Ben was standing in the entrance, he could feel the sparks flying between you and him. And it broke him.

Ben quickly strode over to your table, the unshed tears in his eyes making it hard for him to see.

“Y/N?”, he asked in a broken voice. His voice sounded foreign, even to himself.

“Oh good, you’re finally here.”, you said, looking mildly annoyed at Ben’s presence.

“What- what- who is that man?”, Ben’s heart was hammering painfully against his ribcage. And, although Ben was quite sure he knew the answer to that question and didn’t feel like he actually wanted to hear it, he still had an ounce of hope left in him. Maybe all of this was just a misunderstanding. A huge, messy misunderstanding.

“Oh, that’s Josh. My fiancé.”, you told Ben, wiggling your ring-clad finger in front of him.

“Fiancé? But what about me? What about us,” Ben couldn’t talk louder than a strained whisper, “I thought we were trying to get together again. I thought you loved me.” Ben was sobbing now. His arms were wrapping around himself and it felt like the whole world was staring him down. Out of nowhere, paparazzi were flooding the café, suffocating him and depriving him of the air to breathe.

“Oh, Benny. I fell out of love with you so long ago. You can consider yourself fortunate that I slept with you last night.”

Ben woke up startled, moving up into a sitting position as he tried to figure out where he was. The room was lightly illuminated by a little sunlight shining through the gaps between the curtains. It must have been dawn. Your body was sprawled out before him, still naked, still here, still breathing.

Ben ran a hand through his slightly greasy locks. His heart was hammering against his chest rapidly and he was on the verge of hyperventilating. His whole body was covered in a cold sweat. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Ben was whimpering as he wrapped his own arms around himself, trying to ground himself. His feet were firmly planted on the soft mattress, his back bend. Ben’s head was almost resting on his knees. He was desperate to grasp reality. He needed someone to tell him that it was just a stupid nightmare.

A gentle hand placed itself on Ben’s naked shoulder. He jerked away. Fear was running through his veins. His blood ran cold. His breathing picked up. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“Ben?”, you asked softly, but Ben couldn’t hear you. He only heard his blood rushing in his ears. Ben didn’t feel like he was anywhere near you. He felt like he was about to choke. On nothing.

“Ben, can you hear me?”, you tried again, this time succeeding as he made a strained noise. He wasn’t capable of more. Not right now.

“You don’t need to talk, Benny.”, you started, but stopped as Ben whimpered. You were confused but decided to ignore it for now.

“Love, can I hold your hand?”, you didn’t have much of a voice and talking over Ben’s rapid breathing was painful, but you tried your best to push through. You didn’t want to let the man who still owned your heart away.

Ben slowly moved one of his arms from around his torso towards where he thought your voice was coming from. You immediately noticed, grasping his hand with your own, giving him something to hold onto.

“You’re doing so well, love. Now, can you please look at me?”, your ask was answered with a desperate shake of his head, telling you that he couldn’t. You felt a slight pain in your chest at his reply but tried to tell yourself that he was only being irrational in his panicked state.

“Love, I need you to slow your breathing. I know it’s hard right now, but try to breathe with me.”, you told him, breathing in deeply, holding your breath for a bit, before releasing your breath loudly. You squeezed Ben’s hand in sync with your breaths. Gradually, his breathing slowed down. Ben felt the tingly feeling in his fingers subside and felt like he was in the room again. Although he still felt uneasy, he also felt somewhat secure again.

“Y/N/N?”, Ben asked quietly. His throat was dry, his voice raspy.

“Yes, love?”

Ben opened his mouth to say something, but his stomach interrupted him. It was angrily churning and before he could say another word, he threw the covers off himself and ran to the ensuite bathroom. His body dropped in front of the toilet and he just barely managed to lift the lid before he threw up.

You hurried after him as you heard him emptying his stomach and gently caressed his back, trying to somehow comfort him. Ben was panting, his stomach hurting with every heave, his throat burning. Tears ran down his cheeks towards his chin until they finally dropped to the ground.

“It’s alright, my love. Let it all out.”, you whispered as you filled a glass on the bathroom counter with cold water, your hand now on his shoulder to reassure him that you were still there. Once he was only dry heaving, you flushed the toilet for him, held out a wet wash cloth to him and gave him the glass of water once he was done. You lazily threw the washcloth into the sink as you sat in front of Ben. He was still avoiding eye contact.

Suddenly, Ben threw his arms around you, pulling you as close as possible to him and cried. You leaned up to kneel, towering over his cowering form. His face was pressed into your chest. One of your hands was running through his curls in a calming manner as the other arm wrapped around him protectively. Ben was making all kinds of desperate noises as you mumbled sweet nothings to him.

“Thank you, love.”, Ben croaked out.

“There is absolutely no need to thank me.”, you told Ben sincerely. Ben made a move to get up, his legs were too shaky to stand on their own though, and so you stood up with him, holding his arm. He slung his arm around your shoulder as you led him to the bed, sitting him down on the edge.

“How do you feel, love?”, you asked as you kneeled in front of Ben. The rough carpeted floor was harsh on your bare knees, but you couldn’t care less as you rested your hands on his knees, drawing soothing circles on them with your thumbs. You had never seen Ben like this. Not this broken down.

Throughout your relationship there had been days on which Ben was crying, even heavily at times, but you had never witnessed him going into an anxiety attack and it truly shocked you. What had happened to him during the time that you spent without each other?

“Not good.”, Ben replied as he wiped over his eyes to get rid of the remaining tears. He sniffled after letting out a watery chuckle. You gave him a little smile in return.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, you asked him.

“Maybe later. Can I…”, Ben trailed off, biting his lip as though he was not sure if it was appropriate for him to continue. You raised an eyebrow, silently trying to get him to continue.

“Can we cuddle?”, he asked quietly. You grinned before getting up and motioning for him to move over. Ben scooted over a little and opened his arms for you to cuddle up to him. You eagerly complied and snuggled into his warm chest. It felt nice being this close to him. It felt like home.

He felt like home.  

You two only lay there for a few minutes until Ben was squirming under you. You had rested your head on his chest, your arm wrapped around his waist, but you felt like something was wrong to him. You pushed your body up to lean on your elbow as you looked into Ben’s face.

“What’s wrong, love?”, you felt like you had asked him that question a million times already that night.

“I just… Please don’t feel like you’re heavy, but I just…”, Ben started, and you could see how his eyes filled with tears once more. You shushed him.

“You feel like you’re suffocating if there is a weight on your chest?”, you asked and received a timid nod.

“Would you feel better if you rested your head on my chest?” a little pause ensued before he nodded. You turned to lie on your back and opened your arms for him. Ben snuggled into your chest and immediately felt at peace. He could hear your steady heartbeat. His head rose with every single breath you took. The gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp felt soothing.

“Close your eyes, Benny.”, you mumbled and felt him tense again for a second. His arm wrapped a little tighter around your waist before he took a couple deep breaths. Once more, you were confused.

“Why don’t you sleep a bit more, I’ll be here when you wake up.”, you whispered and soon felt his breathing even out. You felt yourself drifting off, too and you were desperate for a few more hours of sleep before actually having to get up.

When you woke up again, you felt Ben’s gaze on you. He was staring at you lovingly, but there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn’t exactly place your finger on.

“I’m scared.”, Ben whispered as he finally looked you in the eye.

“What scares you?”, you asked in return, turning to lie on your side, facing him.

“The thought of losing you to another man. I don’t want to spend another day without you again. In my dream you- “, Ben stopped to take a deep breath, “you were engaged to someone else and it felt so real and it hurt so much, I- “

“There isn’t another man in my life, Ben. Not at the moment.”, you mumbled and sat up, moving the duvet to cover your naked breasts. Ben noticed the shift in the mood.

“What do you mean? Are you leaving me?”, Ben now sat up, too, looking at you worriedly.

“Ben, you have made me leave months ago. You have treated me like shit and suddenly we’re here and we act like you never hurt me in the first place.”

Ben was quiet. A pregnant pause settled between you two as you looked around the room, trying to locate your dress. As Ben remained quiet, looking at his hands in shame, you got out of bed and put on your panties, then your bra before finally moving to put on your dress. Once you were almost done, Ben suddenly spoke up.

“Do you regret anything we did last night?”, he asked, looking you straight in the eyes.

“I don’t think I do.”, you told him.

“I need an actual answer. Yes or no?”

“No. No, I don’t regret what we did. But I’m not sure where we stand right now. Where we are going to take this. Ben, I love you. I truly do. But you hurt me. A lot. And I can’t just pretend that never happened.”, you told him truthfully.

“I know, and I hate myself for causing you pain. The last time I did, I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror for weeks. I barely went outside anymore. My friends had to beat my arse to get me out of bed. Even Frankie noticed I fucked up. She looked at me like I just seriously hurt her. Nothing worked anymore without you. I’m so fucking glad I wasn’t fired for being this unprofessional and unfocussed. The make-up artists literally spent hours on making the circles under my eyes disappear. Even my family beat me up about what I did. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N. I lost the best thing in my life when I made you go. I love you, Y/N. I always will. I know this is selfish, but I will not stop trying to make it up to you.”, Ben said sincerely. Tears were running from his eyes again. His eyes stung.

You sighed. Tears welled up in your own eyes.

“Please come with me. Have breakfast as friends, you can come home with me as friends and we can talk. Talk until we know.”, Ben continued as you kept quiet.

“Until we know what?”, you asked desperately.

“Until we know where to take this, what to make out of this, how we feel about each other, how I can get you to forgive me, everything you want to know.”

“Okay. Until we know.”

And with that, an extraordinary day started.

[borhapparker]

special victims unit  |  borhap x female!oc - chapter two

summary: The Special Victims Unit, a specially trained squad of detectives in the NYPD, investigate sexually related crimes. Lead by Lieutenant Astrid Morrison, they solve New York's most sensitive cases, as well as battle with their own demons from the past.

warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mentions of alcohol and drugs, lots of triggers mentioned above

word count: 3.9k

series masterlist  |   teaser (read before this)  |   chapter one

Astrid's phone rang in the dark room, curtains pulled shut to prevent light form coming in, as she reached over, grabbing it and answering.

"Morrison." she answered, the figure next to her on the bed shifting at the sound of her voice.

"Lieutenant, we have a victim. Meet us at the hospital, we're on our way." Lucy's voice rang from the other end as Astrid rubbed her face with her other hand.

"Yeah, I'll be there. Give me twenty minutes."

Ending the call and placing her phone on the nightstand she got up, before an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into the covers.

"Five more minutes." the voice said as she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling his body closer to hers.

"Just five more minutes." she said, closing her eyes.

"Who called?"

"Lucy. New case, she's on route to the hospital." she said, as he groaned.

"Why can't we stay here the whole day?"

"Well, you have work, and I do too." she paused, before letting go and getting out of his grasp. "Alright, let's go."

Groaning once more, he got out of bed and headed to her bathroom, as she checked her texts for updates on the victim.

Twenty minutes later, Astrid walked into the hospital with a coffee cup in hand, as Lucy approached her, frown on her face.

"What do we have?"

"Avery, transgender female, was injured in a fall from a bridge."

Astrid sighed, before nodding to the room. "I want to see her."

Lucy led her inside the room, where the victim was waiting, Detective Ben with her and the parents.

"Hi, I'm Lieutenant Astrid Morrison with the Special Victims Unit." she said, as the parents introduced themselves. "So, Avery, can you tell me what happened?"

"I was taking pictures on the bridge when they surrounded me."

Ben spoke up, notepad in hand as he took notes. "Avery, can you describe them?"

"Black, my age." she slowly breathed in, "They were giving me the look."

"What look is that?" Ben asked.

"The freak needs to learn a lesson look." the parents looked at Astrid, hurt spread across their features as one held her hand and the other placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. "I tried to go but they started saying stuff."

"What were they saying?"

"Tranny. He-She. My personal fave." she paused, "I told them to leave me alone. One grabbed my skirt, another my camera. I was pushed and I tripped on my heels."

Astrid took a step forward, "Avery, can you remember anything else about the boys, anything they said or that they did?"

Tears pooled in Avery's eyes, "It was all a blur of shoving, people laughing," a tear streamed down her cheek, "Taking video."

The father spoke up, "This isn't the first time, and the local precinct never follows up."

"We will." Astrid reassured the family, "We take this very seriously. I give you my word, Mr. Parker."

Returning back to the station, all the detectives got to work on trying to find anything they could to ID the boys that had pushed Avery. Lucy finally found something, pulling Astrid out of her office.

"What do you have?"

"Well, we were checking social media, lensing the area where the crime occurred, and these finally popped up." she led her back to the big round table in front of a large screen tv, where the rest of the detectives were.

"These three separate cell phone videos so far. They all begin after it started, but you get the idea." Joe said, pressing play as they watched.

"Let's see slut. What's under there?" "Beat his ass!"

Someone smacked Avery across the face in one of the videos, "Oh, he's slapping him around."

"Darius, we're going to get in trouble!"

"All these people watching. Nobody helps."

"How long do they go on?" Astrid asked.

"Till the fall." Rami says.

"You're not getting that camera back, uh-huh." "Aw, she likes you, Darius." "They dancing."

"Just give it back." "Get off me you freak!"

A boy pushes Avery, as she topples over the edge of the bridge, the crowd in the videos gasping.

"Do we have any idea who posted these?"

"Well, according to Facebook, it's two sophomore kids  and one junior from Shirley Chisholm."

Astrid looked between her three detectives, "That's it, guys, let's go, full court."

They all drove to the school, heading inside and looking for the administration in charge, who directed them to where a bunch of students were, three that had posted the videos.

"I didn't do nothing. I just took a video." a girl said, holding a pencil between her fingers as she wrote down notes for an essay.

"You watched a person get assaulted and thrown over a bridge." Lucy said.

"I didn't touch that freak show, and why is he wearing a skit, acting all -- whatever."

"Who were the guys messing with Avery?" Joe asked.

"I don't know." she said, pointing the pencil at both Lucy and Joe, "That's your job."

They walked off, as Ben and Astrid were with a teacher, showing him the video of the incident.

"This is deeply disturbing."

"Yes, it is, and three different students from your school posted those videos."

"Well," he handed back the tablet, "Let me be clear. This behavior is in no way indicative of our community. We strive for inclusion."

"We understand." she changed the video to three pictures, showing the three suspects. "Who are these kids?"

Having now got the names of all three students, Astrid and Ben headed to another full classroom, where students were throwing around pieces of paper and chatting.

"Alright, quiet." the same teacher that had spoken to them spoke to the class, as the class lessened their chatter. "Keon Williams and Markus Green, come with me."

"Why?" one spoke up.

"We didn't do nothing." another said.

"Now."

Both of them stood, walking to the teacher and out the door with Astrid and Ben following behind.

Meanwhile, Joe and Lucy were talking to another teacher.

"Why are you looking for Darius?" she asked, arms crossed in front of her door.

"It's a police matter. Where is he?"

"He was here before school began, very upset about something. I told him we could talk after lunch."

"He live nearby?" Lucy asked as the teacher shook her head negatively.

"He won't be there. He hates the projects. There is one place he likes to go." she paused, "Book Culture."

"Let's go." Joe said to Lucy as they thanked the teacher and headed off to the bookstore. Walking through the various shelfs full of books, before they spotted him sitting against a shelf with a notebook on his lap and a pencil in his hand. "Darius McCrae?"

"Hey, NYPD." Lucy parted her coat, showing him her badge. "Darius," she motioned with her hand and walked to him, "Get up."

"Come on, I-I didn't do anything." he said.

"Come on, Darius, stand up. Let's make this easy." Joe said, as Darius frowned and got up, placing his notebook in his bag.

"Yes, sir."

-

In an interrogation room, Ben rolled up his sleeves of his shirt, before supporting his weight on his hands, leaning into the suspect. "So, you're saying it wasn't your fault?"

"That tranny started it, all up in our face with, you know, being weird."

The mom next to him spoke up, "That boy goes around dressed like a girl? You should be talking to his parents, not my son."

"Well, they're in the hospital, and you're here, so think about that." he walked towards the door, opening it and closing it behind him.

"Markus, did you beat up on a girl?" the grandmother asked her nephew, who was sitting with Rami.

"He's not a girl, grandma. He's one of them he-she's." he said as she smacked his hat off.

"Wow." Rami said, Ben walking over to him.

"Acts like one, wears makeup."

The grandmother looked up at Rami, "Why would he do that?"

"That's not the issue." Rami said, "The issue is your grandson pushed a kid off a bridge."

The grandmother gasped, "You did what?"

"I didn't push him off the bridge, grandma! I swear!"

"Then you better tell them who did."

He looked down, shaking his head slightly. "I don't know."

Ben glared, "Markus, look at me." he looked up, "I know that your grandmother did not raise you to lie."

Markus was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, "It was Darius. He's a grade above me."

Right as he said that, Darius walked through the door, Joe and Lucy escorting him into another interrogation room.

"Am I going to jail?" Darius asked as Lucy crossed her arms.

"When your mom gets here we need to talk, but the best thing to do is to tell the truth."

"You want a soda, sandwich or something?" Joe asked Darius as he groaned, his arms cuffed behind his back.

"My stomach's not feeling good."

"Darius?" a voice was heard through the entrance as everyone turned to the sound of the voice.

"This way, ma'am." Ben said, escorting her to where Darius was sitting with Astrid, Lucy and Joe.

"I'm Lieutenant Morrison."

"Ms. McCrae, I'm Detective Joe Mazzello. This is Detective Lucy Boynton."

"I'm sorry, mom." Darius spoke up. "I didn't mean to do anything bad."

"What do they think you did?" the mother asked.

"A teenager was assaulted in Fort Tryon Park and is now in the hospital."

"I didn't mean to hurt him."

The mother looked at Joe and Lucy, "Darius is a good kid. He takes care of his little sister. He goes to -- to church."

"Okay, well, ma'am, we still just need to talk to him, okay." Lucy reassured her.

"But he's only fifteen." she said.

"Which is why we waited for you." Astrid spoke up, "We needed you to be here when we read him his rights."

-

"We were just talking to him." Darius said, now in an interrogation room with his mom next to him, "I asked what was up with the dress.

"So Markus and Keon were telling the truth? It was your idea?"

"Yes, but we were all messing with him, tried to lift up the skirt."

The mom frowned, "Darius, why would you do that?"

"I didn't want my friends to think I was gay."

"So you were being tough around your boys. Is that why you pushed Avery?" Lucy asked.

"No, he fell on me and I just pushed him away. I didn't mean for him to fall over the bridge."

"Then why'd you run?"

"Because it was the worst thing I ever did. I thought I killed someone."

Through the glass, Ben and Astrid were watching the interrogation. "This kid seems genuinely upset. The other two, they just think it's funny."

Astrid spoke up, hands on her hips, "Yeah, well the other two didn't push Avery off a bridge. I mean, she could've died."

"Bright side, all three confessed. We got the video evidence, we're done." Ben said, following Astrid to her desk.

"Look, the video is shaky. The kids are underage. I just don't want anyone claiming that those confessions were coerced." she sighed, rubbing two fingers on her temples. "Let's see if Avery can come in and make an ID."

"You got it." Ben said, leaving and heading to his desk, where he called the family and asked for a lineup ID. They agreed, driving over in less than twenty minutes.

They prepared the lineup, as Avery and her family arrived. Placing them in front of a glass window, Avery got up, as the boys walked in. Looking through the lineup, she pointed one out.

"Number four."

"Number one."

"Three."

Astrid knocked the correct amount of times on the glass for each suspect, before turning back to Avery. "You did great, Avery."

"They look smaller in there." she sat down on her wheelchair, groaning slightly. "Scared."

"Well, they should be, Avery." Ben said, "They're in trouble."

"Did they say why they did this to me? I'm not stupid, I wasn't being cheeky."

"It wasn't anything you did," the mom reassured her. "We need to get back to the hospital."

Darius' mom spotted the daughter and the parents, getting up from her chair. "Excuse me."

The family stopped at seeing her.

"Are you the Parkers? I'm Darius' mother." she said as Astrid approached her.

"Ms. McCrae, now may not be the best time."

Avery spoke up, slightly shifting in her wheelchair. "Hold on. I want to hear her out."

"My son is really sorry for hurting you."

"Did he tell you why he did this to me?" Avery asked.

"Avery, let's go," the mom said as her dad slightly pushed the wheelchair.

"Just wait a minute." Avery said, reaching out a hand for Darius' mother, who sadly smiled and gripped his with sympathy, "Ask him, please."

The mother and father separated both, anger coursing through them as the other detectives watched. "Okay, we need to leave. Now."

"Come on, this way folks." Joe started leading them to the doors, as Astrid watched them walk away.

Joe turned, getting Ms. McCrae's attention and escorting her to sit in a chair next to his desk.

"Wait, my son has to spend the night here?"

Joe reassured her, sitting across, "No, he's gonna be able to go home. The desk sergeant's gonna give you an appearance ticket for tomorrow in family court."

She furrowed her eyebrows, "I have work tomorrow. I'm a home care attendant."

"Well, you're gonna have to call in sick. You gotta be there."

She exhaled in frustration, looking around before nodding, waiting patiently for the sergeant to come back.

-

Lucy served herself a cup of coffee in the break room as she heard footsteps, before Ben appeared in the doorway.

"Those poor parents, right?" he asked as Lucy only nodded.

"You want one?" she gestured to the coffee as he smiled in confirmation, leaning against one of the counters opposite from her.

"Hey, Lucy, let me ask you something." he paused, collecting his thoughts, "What makes a boy decide to be a girl? I mean, is it that he likes boys? He just doesn't want to be gay?"

She thoughtfully came up with her answer as she stirred his coffee, "There's a difference between gender identity and sexuality, Ben."

"Yeah." he thanked her for the coffee, taking a sip and smiling, "You know, my parents, they think this is all about getting attention."

Lucy chuckled, "You were a 14-year-old boy once. And would you or any other boy you knew put on a skirt, if it didn't come from a real place?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "No, not a chance."

-

Joe, Lucy and Ben were at the Office of Corporation Counsel, waiting with Marcus, Darius and Keon. The counselor approached, as she turned and looked at the sitting audience.

"Good afternoon, which one of you is Marcus Green?" he raised his hand as she nodded, "Come with me please."

Joe spoke up, "Counselor, you want us inside?"

"If I need anything, I'll let you know."

She headed inside a room, as everyone waited patiently outside. Forty-five minutes later, Marcus walked out with a smug look, as she called on Keon next, Ms. McCrae confused as to why her son wasn't called before.

She waited, as Keon walked in, and walked out forty-five minutes later, a smug look adorning his mother's features, as she shook hands with Ms. Cox, the counselor.

"Thank you so much, Ms. Cox. I promise you, Keon has learned his lesson."

They walked away as she turned to Darius, who stood up and walked over, his mom behind him. Walking inside, she closed the door behind them and motioned for them to sit, explaining the deals the other boys received as punishment.

"The other boys got probation?"

After that, they kept talking, trying to figure out a suitable deal for Darius, one that hopefully wouldn't jeopardize his future. They finished and walked out, Lucy heading straight for Ms. Cox and Ms. McCrae for Joe.

"This is not fair. The other boys get probation but she wants my Darius to do three months in juvie?"

"That's what she wants. A judge still has to rule." Joe said, trying to reassure her that it wasn't over.

"She also told me that if it goes to trial, Darius could get a year. I said I wanted to talk to a lawyer but she said no one was available today."

Lucy walked over, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, that's your right. They're gonna have to wait."

She listened, before turning to Joe, "Talk to that lady about Darius. He's no thug, and he's had a lot to deal with."

"I'll do what I can."

She turned to Darius, tugging on his shirt as he stood up and headed to Joe. "Detective Mazzello, can you make sure Avery gets this? Tell him to know I'm sorry."

He walked away as Lucy turned to Joe, who opened the drawings to inspect them. "What's that, drawings?"

"It's an apology."

"Well, and it's an admission of guilt. You know, if you were Avery, would you want to hear anything that Darius has to say right now?"

Joe sighed, "My brother got the crap kicked out of him when he was a boy for being friends with a gay classmate. No one ever apologized to him."

-

Back in the hospital, Ben was with Astrid, as Avery looked happier than she was. "Darius McCrae wrote something for me?"

Astrid smiled, "He did. He wanted to apologize."

Avery's dad looked at her, "You don't have to read it if you don't want to."

She looked up, "No, I do."

Astrid handed her the file with the drawings, as she opened them, a smile on her face.

'If I could get a do-over, I wouldn't do it.'

The smile dropped from her face as she examined the drawing, her parents sharing a look of concern.

'But I wish I could erase it. I hope one day you can forgive me.'

She looked up, "Did you tell him I was into graphic novels?"

"No, we didn't know." Ben answered, as Astrid smiled.

They walked out with Avery's parents, as questions began to spill from the dad's lips. "We heard the boys took a plea, does that mean Avery won't have to testify?"

"The third boy, Darius, is speaking with a lawyer, so we should know more tomorrow." Astrid answered as the parents nodded their heads in confirmation.

"What Avery's gone through, she's a tough kid. You must be proud."

The dad smiled, "We are."

Suddenly, the hospital lights flashed, "Code blue, code blue."

The doctors rushed in the direction of Avery's room as the parents turned to each other with a look of concern. "That's her room!"

They all ran over, as the doctors began to use a defibrillator, restoring a heart beat inside her body.

"Clear!"

"My baby!" the mother cried out, catching the nurse's attention.

"Please, you have to wait outside."

"No!"

Ben and Astrid began slowly motioning for them to head outside the room, the parents wanting to make sure their daughter was okay, as the doctors worked on her.

"Check the heart.." "No pulse." "Let's go again." "Nothing." "Come on, Avery honey, stay with me." "Clear!"

-

The doctor comes out, a frown on her face as the parents break, bursting into tears and sobbing over their daughter.

Ben's growing concern escalates, as he begins to interrogate the doctor in charge. "One minute Avery's fine and then she's gone just like that?"

"What happened?"

"A fatty embolism." the doctor answered.

"Oh no. From the fractured leg, right?" the doctor nodded, as Ben crossed his arms.

"When the femur fractured, fatty globules were released. They traveled to the lungs. Death is almost instantaneous."

"So this embolism was a direct result of Avery's fall?"

"No question," the doctor shook her head.

The doctor walked away as Astrid rubbed a hand over her forehead, Ben turning to her with a disappointed look on his face.

"What do we say to them, I'm sorry?"

"Never gets easier." Astrid answered as they both walked over to where the parents were grieving, as she sat next to them, "Mr. and Mrs. Parker, I'm so sorry."

They nodded, before the husband erupted into a sobbing mess, the wife cradling him in her arms as the detectives rubbed their backs in consolation, before excusing themselves and returning to the police station, where everyone else was.

"What happened?" Rami asked as Astrid frowned.

"Avery died."

-

A few days later, they were all waiting for the results from the M.E. as Ms. Cox walked in with a blue folder in hand, Astrid walking out of her office to meet her.

"The M.E. confirm cause of death?"

"Saddle embolism to the lungs, direct result of the broken femur from the fall. No intervening cause."

Astrid sighed, putting her hands on her hips.

"What does that mean for these boys?" Lucy spoke up as Ms. Cox turned around.

"Well, Markus and Keon didn't push her. They didn't cause the death."

Rami spoke up, crossing his arms, "But Darius McCrae did."

Another lawyer walked into the station, catching everyone's attention. "Lieutenant, we need to talk about the Avery Parker murder."

She turned, nodding, "Of coourse. Kenneth O'Dwyer, meet Pippa Cox."

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Cox. You'll want to be in on this meeting too." he said, as Pippa nodded, following them to Astrid's office. "The D.A.'s office is taking over the prosecution."

Dumbfounded, Rami had joined them, as Astrid lightly tilted her head, "Now, you know Darius McCrae's only 15 years old?"

"Yes, and if he's tried in family court, he'll be charged with juvenile delinquency and be back out on the street again when he's 18."

"Wait, you're looking to charge him as an adult?" Astrid asked as O'Dwyer nodded.

"Second-degree manslaughter."

Pippa spoke up, "We can charge that in family court."

"We can, but we won't, and I want to attach a hate crime."

It was silent for a few minutes, as Astrid sighed, "Okay, wow."

O'Dwyer spoke up again, "There's an epidemic of attacks on trans persons. We have to take a stand."

Astrid interjected, "Yes, but I don't think that this is that case. Darius seems like a good kid."

"He went after Avery, he taunted her and he pushed her off a bridge."

"But you want to charge a 15-year-old as an adult?" Rami asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "He could get 20 years."

O'Dwyer sighed, "It's more like seven. And while I appreciate your sympathy for Darius McCrae, we can't wait for a more overtly evil perp. We have to draw a line."

Rami and Astrid exchanged a look, crossing their arms as they sighed in unison.

-

Lucy was visiting Ms. McCrae, informing her of the charges, as she paused her, concern etched on her features.

"Darius and I, we feel horrible that Avery died, but that was because of something that went wrong at the hospital."

"Well," Lucy began, wringing her hands together, "The autopsy showed that it was a complication resulting from the fall."

"So, what does -- what does that mean?"

"They're charging him with manslaughter," Rami spoke up, "He'll be tried as an adult."

The mom was dumbfounded, as she frowned, "My Darius? No no no.. He's -- he's just a kid."

"But the DA and the mayor want to send a message that hate crimes aren't acceptable in New York City."

"Hate crimes?" she breathed out, "The only person Darius hates right now is himself."

"I'm sorry," Rami apologized, "This is where we are."

Lucy got up from the chair, adjusting her blazer, "You said Darius was in his room?"

"You have to take him right now?"

"Yeah, he's got to be arraigned. Can you call him please?" Lucy asked, crossing her arms.

They escorted Darius out of his home and back to the police station, as they booked him in for the night, waiting to be arraigned in the morning.

-

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the art of flirting on a hover board pt. 4

Ivy runs a successful arts non-profit and Joe tags along when Rami and Lucy go to visit her. But what happens when a simple bet made over a hover board competition gets out of hand?

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Ivy (OC)

Rating: Rated F for F I N A L L Y 

Warnings: None! 

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Weeks had passed since then.

Rami, Lucy and Joe hung out for the rest of the weekend then went back to their respective apartments on Sunday. Ivy seeing them off with hugs and promises that they would hang out more.

Work kept Ivy consistently busy but she could always rely on Joe to keep her entertained throughout the day or even text her reminders to eat or to take a break and catch a baseball game with him ("But the Yankees suck." "If I had known that was your opinion of the Yankees I would have run you over with that bike when I had the chance.")

Ivy and Lucy met up for a Happy Hour at their favorite bar weekly and Rami would join them occasionally. Whenever he was around he took great pleasure in reminding Ivy that she still had to go on a date with someone of his choosing. 

Every time he brought it up Ivy was tempted to casually say she wouldn't mind going on a date with Joe but always bit her tongue at the last minute and managed to convince Rami she couldn't possibly get away from work but she would soon. 

Sooner was to come the next day.

Ivy walked into the office with both hands full of drinks. It was her turn to pick up coffee for her team and as such, was burdened with glorious caffeine. 

That she was in danger of dropping at any moment. 

"Help...me..." she wheezed as she tried to balance both drink carriers and open the door with her index finger. 

Erin leaped up from her desk and scurried over to open the door, "DO NOT DROP THAT CAFFEINE." 

Ivy staggered to Erin's desk and dropped the drink carriers on them as she slumped against it. 

"I thought I wasn't going to make it. I saw my life flash before my eyes." 

"What did you see?" Erin asked distractedly as she searched for her name on the multitude of drinks before her.

"Memes." Ivy muttered weakly.

Erin laughed as she grabbed her coffee, "I can distribute the rest of these for you. I'll send a message in the group chat."

Ivy clasped Erin's hands in her own, "What would I ever do without you?"

"Oh, probably perish. Now, go. Get to work so I can enjoy my coffee in PEACE before the Jones's bring their twins in and I have to remind them AGAIN that just because they donated money doesn't mean their demon spawn get anything handed to them."

Ivy winced, grabbed her iced coffee and held it up in a silent salute, "Remind me to get you a raise."

Erin waved her off as Ivy ascended the stairs.

Erin craned her neck to make sure Ivy was heading down the hallway before she opened up her messages with Lucy,

Erin: She's on her way to her office now.

Lucy: Perf. Now we wait.

Erin: Haven't we done enough of that?

Lucy: Some might even say too much waiting

Erin chuckled to herself as closed out of her messages on her desktop and took a sip of her coffee. She sat back as she waited, for what she hoped, would be the last time. 

~

Ivy said hi to everyone she passed in the hallway as she checked her phone. She was kind of worried. Usually Joe would have texted her at this point asking her which mug she had chosen for the day (sloths in various yoga poses). 

She checked her messages, checked the signal. Upon seeing both were in perfect order sighed and pushed open the door to her office. 

The computer awoke with a soft bing as Ivy took a sip of coffee. She was thinking about the meetings she had, the work that had to get done, the work that if it got done today would be great but if not wouldn't be the end of the world and the work that could be put off for the next few weeks. 

Ivy's computer screen lit up as she checked her phone again only to feel her stomach drop when no text from Joe was waiting for her. 

She opened her calendar to check out what was going on when she noticed that she had the whole day blocked out. 

When she clicked on the boxes to see what was scheduled they all said things that didn't make sense. 

Yoga at 11:30.

Mani/pedi at 12:30.

Blowout at 2. 

Dinner at 7.

When she saw the dinner at 7 her eyes widened as she shot out of her chair so fast it crashed to the ground as she raced out of her office.  

Her coffee abandoned on her desk to grow cold.

~

"ERIN" 

Erin smiled around her cup as she calmly took a sip of her coffee and turned her phone so Lucy, who she had been FaceTiming, could see Ivy racing down the hall.

"Wow, she's booking it."

"The only other time I've seen her run this fast is when I messaged her to let her know her Harry Styles vinyl had arrived." 

Lucy blinked, "That's...that's the most on brand thing I've ever heard for Ivy."

"Isn't it though?" Erin said as she tilted her head to the side.

Ivy jumped over the last step on the staircase and slid to a stop in front of Erin's desk, panting, "Why...do I...jesus christ..." she muttered as she laid her forehead on Erin's desk as Erin stared in bemusement and Lucy snickered. 

"Why do I have weird ass appointments all day? Appointments that make it seem like I have a DATE?" Ivy lifted her head up on the last word to glare accusingly at Erin and Lucy who both looked way more smug than they had any right to. 

"We knew that you would always have an excuse to not go on that date that Rami and I had to plan for you so we," Lucy nodded at Erin who wiggled her fingers at Ivy, "took the liberty to make sure you had time to go on that date that Rami, and I, have so graciously set up for you."

Ivy's eyes darted between Lucy and Erin as she chewed over Lucy's words, "You also had a say in who Rami picked to be my date this evening?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I didn't want you to suffer THAT much." 

Ivy wracked her brain to come up with a reason for why she couldn't get to any of the appointments, or how to get out of the date but she kept coming up empty or poking holes in her own plan. 

She groaned and let her forehead thump against the desk. 

Lucy yelped and Erin grabbed Ivy's collar to pull her up right, "Are you kidding? Don't do that! You can't bruise yourself before your date!"

~~~

"So, we're meeting at 7?"

"Yeah, man. There's this new Italian place I want to check out with you."

"Rami, oh my god, are you asking me out on a date?" 

Rami chuckled as Lucy shot him a thumbs up from across the couch as Erin and Ivy hung up and promised to keep her updated. 

"Yeah, I guess I am bud."

"This is all happening so fast, I don't even know what to SAY." Joe said as he paced around his apartment. 

"Just say you'll meet me outside of Etna's at 7."

"Yeah, bud, sounds good." Joe cleared his throat and before he could really think about what he was saying asked, "Are Lucy and Ivy coming with us?"

There was a beat then, "No man, it's just going to be us. I hope that's cool. I know I'm not as sexy as Ivy but I could wear something low cut and try-"

"NOPE. That will not be necessary."

"Alright, just thought I'd offer. What? Oh. Lucy just said she still wants me to wear something low cut and for you to wear something that will show off some leg."

"Tell her I have this little black number with a thigh high slit."

Rami's muffled voice relayed Joe's message and he could hear Lucy snort.

"She's very excited to see it."

"Great. I'll see you at 7 bud."

"See ya." 

Joe hung up and heaved a sigh as he opened up his text thread with Ivy. He was tempted to invite Ivy himself but he closed out before he could fully talk himself into doing anything.

~~~

Lucy's hand made contact with Rami's as they high fived. 

"You played your part beautifully babe."

"Thanks, Erin has everything good to go with Ivy, right?"

Lucy nodded, "When I hung up Ivy had made peace with the fact it was happening and was heading out."

"Perfect. And Joe's good to go so now, we can just relax and-"

Lucy whipped her head around with wide eyes, "RELAX? Are you kidding me Malik? I won't be able to SLEEP until I get confirmation that those two are boning down!"

Rami stared at Lucy with soft eyes. 

"What?"

"Did you say the same thing to your friends before we started dating?"

"As a matter of fact I did."

Rami sighed and nudged her thigh with his foot, "And I didn't think I could love you any more than I already do."

~~~

Ivy tugged the hemline down on the dress Erin had helped her pick out. She thanked the stars that the fabric was black and prayed to whatever deity was in charge of sweat glands to help hers not be so overactive. 

The embroidered flowers running down the front were a false cheerfulness she did not feel about this date. Even with Lucy's help she was sure Rami had picked some terrible guy or worse, his twin brother as a joke. 

The heels of her sandals slapped on the pavement as she crested the hill to get to Etna's. She stopped dead in her tracks causing a small pile up of humans behind her as she stared at the last person she expected to see outside of Etna's.

Joe. 

Standing outside of Etna's.

The place that Lucy and Rami had planned for her to have her date at. 

All of a sudden her pulse quickened as she contemplated just what this meant for her. 

Was Joe her date? 

Did Rami and Lucy really come through for her this one time? 

She took a few deep breathes and without realizing it, was in front of Joe,

"Hi."

Joe looked up from his phone to grunt back a hi then looked back down at his phone only to do a comical double take as he fully took in who was standing in front of him.

"Hi, yourself." He breathed out as he slid his phone into his pocket.

Ivy's hair was in soft waves that increased his desire to thread his fingers through her hair. She looked radiant. The soft smile that broke across her face as she contemplated Joe made his eyes go soft.

"I, uh, I like your sweater." she said as she fiddled with the bag she was holding. 

"Huh? Oh, thanks." Joe smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. 

"So, what are you doing here?"

Joe looked over Ivy's shoulder, "Well, Rami said to meet him here for a date so, here I am."

"Huh, funny. Lucy and Erin cashed in on that bet we lost and planned a date for me today here too..."

Her eyes got wide and locked onto Joe's as the sentence faded from her mouth and Joe's eyes widened as the realization of the hoops and scamming that had to go into this plan washed over them like a wave. 

"I know I should be upset but I'm actually really proud of them for organizing this. I mean, the amount of time and effort it took is...really impressive." Ivy said begrudgingly as she crossed her arms.

The dazed look on Joe's face was almost comical, "Yeah, I-wow. I'm impressed." He looked down at Ivy, "So, wait. Am I...your date?" 

"That's what it's looking like, Ace." Ivy fidgeted with her purse as she became entranced with the ground, "Are you...disappointed?"

Joe's eyes grew wide as he placed a hand on Ivy's shoulder,"What? No! God. Ivy. no. Not at all. I'm just happy you weren't stuck with some loser."

Ivy smiled, "Me too. Though I think I did get stuck with an even bigger loser." 

Joe rolled his eyes, "Alright, funny guy, let's go eat some food."

Ivy giggled as Joe reached around her and opened the door for her. She stepped into the dim room and waited for her date to come in as well. 

~~~

"Okay but you have to admit, Abbey Road is one of the most iconic albums in history!" Joe spluttered as the ice cream cone he was holding was in very real danger of toppling as he moved his arms around in incredulity. 

"Yeah, in terms of album cover art. Not so much in terms of music. That's what Sgt. Pepper is for." Ivy explained calmly as she excavated a large piece of chocolate from her own ice cream with her spoon and popped it into her mouth. 

"Well, you're wrong, but that's fine. You just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong." Joe shrugged as he took a lick of his own cone and admired how the setting sun played up the colors of Ivy's hair. 

Ivy hummed as they continued walked back to her apartment. She had protested, saying she didn't want Joe to walk all that way but even her protests sounded weak to her ears.

"Well, if I'm so wrong what's your favorite Beatles album?" Joe bumped his hip against Ivy, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

Ivy brought another spoonful of ice cream up to her lips (the pornographic thoughts Joe had had as he watched her take the spoon out of her mouth was criminal) and contemplated Joe's question,

She swallowed, "Revolver."

"WHAT? You just said Sgt. Pepper was their most iconic!" Joe cried. 

Ivy shrugged, "Yeah, it is. But you asked what my favorite Beatles album is and it's Revolver. Those are two very different questions to be asking a person."

Joe stared at her incredulously and shook his head, "Well, at least we agree on that." 

"Your favorite album is Revolver too?" 

Joe nodded in agreement as he took a particularly over the top lick of his ice cream and Ivy swallowed loudly wondering what else he could do with that tongue. 

She was shaken from her thoughts as she realized they had reached her apartment. She looked up and then back at Joe, "You know, I do have all of the Beatles records in my apartment. We should probably listen to them and settle this once and for all."

Joe nodded, "I think you're absolutely correct." 

It was the only time Joe had thrown out ice cream and not been upset about how wasteful it was as he scurried behind Ivy to follow her to her apartment. 

~~~

Ivy wracked her brain as she desperately tried to remember if everything was clean, or at the very least, not a disaster. She cracked the door a little and did a sweep with her eyes before deeming it acceptable and waving Joe into her home. 

Joe walked in and was struck with how much this place screamed of Ivy. Concert posters took up all of the wall space. Her collection of records were kept in milk cartons lined up against the wall. Books were crammed into a book shelf that had started sagging under the weight of all the stories, so piles of books littered the room. The various lamps she was turning on lent a soft light to the whole place and made it feel warm and cozy. 

Ivy lit a candle as she studied Joe taking it all in. "If you want, you can get out which Beatles record we should start with. They're organized by band name."

"Of course they are." 

"Just because I like things organized..." she trailed off as she set the candle down and bent down to take her shoes off.

Joe snickered as he bent down to flip through her records. He was shocked by Ivy's extensive collection. He felt he had had a solid idea of what to expect and what music Ivy enjoyed, then he'd flip to the next record and it would be a band that came out of left field.

Classic rock, jazz, pop, indie, 80's synth bands. Bands and albums he had heard of and others he had never heard of till just now. He finally found Revolver and was getting ready to pop it on the turntable when Ivy inhaled sharply. 

He looked over his shoulder at her, "What?"

Ivy was ramrod straight, hands clenched into fists as an internal conflict played across her face, she finally breathed out and walked to Joe, "Sorry, it's just. Can I do it? I have a very specific way that I treat my records and it makes me nervous when other people touch them."

Joe stared at Ivy for a beat, then blinked, "You're the strangest girl I've ever met." 

Ivy reached her hands out to gently pry the record from his hands, "Thanks. Now give me my Beatles album before you muck it up."

Joe held his hands up in easy surrender as he watched her carefully extract it from its sleeve and wipe it down, then carefully set it on the turntable. He admired the way that she handled things. Especially music. She was so passionate about it. All aspects of music. She respected it and she had imparted her many "rules" she had about music to Joe over the course of their date. 

She hated being on her phone during a concert, ("They spent so much time preparing for it! It's like any other theatre performance!") to how she handled her records to how she organized her playlists. He was endeared by how much she cared. 

As the opening notes of Taxman eked through the speakers, Ivy tapped her foot to the beat then turned to find her face was in line with Joe's chest. She yipped, "Gah! I didn't know you were that close."

"Sorry, I can move away-" Joe was cut off as Ivy's hand snapped out and grabbed his hand, "It's okay. I-I don't mind you being close." She mumbled. 

Joe's eyebrow quirked up, "Yeah? How about this close?" 

He took another step towards her. 

Ivy felt her breath hitch, "That's fine."

"How about now?" He took another step and tilted her chin up as he looked down at her.

She swallowed thickly as she nodded. 

He leaned down so when he spoke his next words, his lips brushed against hers with every other syllable. 

"How about now?" 

Ivy flung her arms around his neck and pulled Joe down into a kiss that had been building up for far too long. She ran her hands through the short hairs at the base of his neck, causing a small moan to erupt from him.

Joe felt Ivy's lips curl up into a smile as he moaned and that almost caused him to become completely undone. His arms wound tighter around her waist as he deepened the kiss.

Ivy felt the breath leaving her lungs as he leaned into her even more, causing her to stand on her tip toes and kiss him back even harder. 

As she tried to get on Joe's level her knees buckled ("I still can't believe your knees buckled. What are you? A heroine in a Jane Austen novel?" "I'm going to smother you with this pillow, is THAT something a Jane Austen heroine does?") which caused her to fall back and Joe's lips to leave hers. 

Heavy breathing filled the silence as Eleanor Rigby started up telling her tale of rice and sadness. 

"Okay, so, uhm, that was...yeah. Wow." Ivy said as she blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Joe chuckled as he reached out to brush a piece of Ivy's hair out of her face and saw her eyes soften. He tucked away that piece of knowledge for later. 

"So, what now?"

Ivy smirked, "This" and leaned up to press a deeper kiss to Joe's lips who returned it with equal fervor.

In between kissing Ivy's (beautiful, perfect, he could write sonnets about them) lips, he muttered, "While I love this, should we maybe go somewhere...else?"

Ivy smirked against Joe's lips, "Joseph, are you asking me to show you my room?"

Joe pulled back immediately with wide eyes, grasping at her forearms, "I mean-if you don't want to I totally get that. I'm so sorry I thought-I just- I mean, we KISSED, so, and, I just, I mean, I've wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you and-"

She cut him off with another kiss.

"I'm giving you shit, c'mon. If we don't get to my room now I'm about to do things on my couch that should never be done on a couch outside of porn."

Joe had never run so fast in his life. 

[every-bands-not-queen]

Ben! Roger Taylor x Reader

"you can cry me a river, cry me a river. I cried a river over you."

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Roger frowned in the reflection of the mirror, pulling on his white leather jacket to try to fix the creases and cracks that the jacket had, at the same time, he find if wanted to check himself out in the reflection to see if he was good looking enough. But I mean, he's Roger Taylor, no matter what he would wear all the ladies would be all over him. He stared at the stains of red on his face from the sobbing that had happened only hours before. He was going out to see “a friend” today, although it was a you, he didn't say that to his band mates however. Even though everyone knew about Rogers thing with the ladies, he wasn't the type of person to talk about someone he really wanted to spend his whole life with.

You were waiting at the bar, but no, this bar wasn't one of the those shitty, country looking bars, where the walls and carpet and chairs all share the same smell of beer. This was the type of bar that only people who dance to jazz, and buy the most expensive house possible live in. It reminded you of Paris. All the exquisite details of each pillar lifting up the roof had caught your eye, leading your head to the ceiling. It had the same amount of detail as the pillars. You smiled to yourself, and ran a hand through your hair. But you had spun your head around when you heard someone at the bar talk. Your eyes met an aged man with a grey moustache and hair.

“Madame? Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

You gave him a smile, “of course, you kind gentleman.”

“What will it be for this beautiful lady this fine evening?” he replied back, gesturing to the array of bottles on had on the shelf, “whatever you would like, Mademoiselle.”

“Any wine?” you questioned, cocking your head to the fridge.

“Oh, of course. We only sell the finest of fine wines here.” the bartender turned around to point at the shelfs and wines on offer, “this is our perfectly aged one, our best selling and the best taste of them all.”

Red wine? You questioned if you should really have any, I mean it is kind of a day out but, you'd never drunk red wine before. However, you nodded, “Please, Monsieur.”

As the bartender was pouring you a drink there was a large thud at the door. Quickly you and the bartender spun your heads around.

Your eyes met a man with long blonde hair a button up shirt and a white leather jacket. You knew exactly who he was. You flashed him a smile as he turned around to meet your face.

“I know who that beautiful girl is,” he said, as he walked over to you.

“I'll leave you alone for now,” the bartender said, “let me know if you need anything else.”

You quickly nodded at him and turned your head to Roger pulling out a chair at the bar.

You took a quick glance at his eyes, they were red, was he high? It wasn't abnormal for rockstars like Taylor to be high.

You placed a hand on his cheek, “What happened?” you questioned.

He took his hand and placed it against yours on his cheek, “Don't worry about it, it's fine.” he said as he pulled your hand away.

You let out a sigh. And placed your hands in your lap.

“Listen-” Roger began, “I'm sorry.”

“Why should you be sorry? I-” you replied back, confused and concerned about what he was talking about.

He began mumbling to himself, “I cried a river, over you.”

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Authors note - part two anyone?

[youre-in-the-psycho-circus]

Revenge | Ben Hardy (Smut Version)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Rating: if you’re under 18 you are BANISHED

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUTTY, SMUT! Fingering, oral, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, edging, punishment, Dom!Ben like holy fuck I need this in my life

Word Count: 4,574, double the words, double the story, double the fun 😉

Summery: Ben’s a bit frustrated after the way his girlfriend has been treating him all day

This was originally an ask from an anonymous reader from the prompt list. Original ask was not for smut that version of this for anyone not into smutty things can be found....wait for it....

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Another anonymous reader who wasn’t the original asker requested the smut version, so here you are! Ask and you shall receive!

22. I never wanted to fuck somebody so badly

26. Stop teasing me so much

Masterlist

Ben stood in front of the bedroom mirror, buttoning up his dress shirt as he was getting ready for a double date with Rami and Lucy and his fiance (Y/N). The actor was more distracted than usual, however, watching the female’s reflection in the mirror as she sat at her vanity in nothing but her red silk robe doing her hair and makeup. From the moment they woke up that morning, Ben was instantly horney for the female. After continuing their cuddling from the night before, he kept his eyes trained on her bare arse as she moved to get up, picking up one of Ben’s shirts out of the bottom drawer of their clothes chest. She could feel his eyes trained on her the second she stood up and deliberately made her movements slow and teasingly, showing off every angle. The way she later stood in the kitchen while they made breakfast wearing nothing but one of his T-shirts drove him wild. Swaying her hips to the music they had put on moved the shirt just enough to give him a perfect view of what he wanted to see. He intentionally didn’t offer to help when she needed to reach something off of a high shelf this day in particular. Then of course when they sat down for breakfast, she sat on full display, well aware Ben could see her through the glass table top.

The actor had done his best all day to keep it in his pants, having some script work to do for an upcoming project, but she was making it so difficult. He desperately needed to relieve himself, but figured he could get his fun in when they showered later before the date. But when she cheekily didn’t allow him to join her, he had to admit, he was getting extremely hot and bothered extremely quickly. Now, seeing her there in that robe he bought her, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would look like pooled on the floor around her feet. “You stare at me like that any longer and I reckon I’m liable to catch fire…” (Y/N)’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Well I already have, so consider us even.” Ben retorted as he turned his attention back to the mirror, shoving the bottom of his button up into his slacks. He cringed when his hand grazed his slightly hardened cock through his pants. He had spent far too long trying to calm himself down to risk getting himself worked up again over the smallest of touches, made by himself of all things.

“Awe, am I making little Benny sexually frustrated?” (Y/N) teased the actor, batting her fake eyelashes she had just put on at the actor.

“I’m not even going to grace that with an answer.” Ben grumbled, doing up his trousers before looping on his belt.

“Oh, don’t be such a stick in the mud Ben. I’m only teasing.”

“Only.” He rolled his eyes before turning to walk over to the vanity, snaking his arms around her torso, his hands landing on her breasts, as she pinned a portion of her hair up. He gave both of them a teasing squeeze hoping to get her riled up enough to get what he craved as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Come on love...you’ve been teasing me all day, can’t we have a quickie before we go? I’m dying here.”

“Oh no you don’t. I know how you get, you’re not ruining my hair or my make up.” (Y/N) gently scolded him as she stood up out of his grip. She walked over to her wardrobe, seductively swaying her hips as she went. She stripped off the red silk robe as she began to rifle through her dress options. Ben gulped hard at the knot that had formed in his throat at the sight of her standing there in only the panties of his favourite black lace set. He groaned frustratedly as he ran his hands over his face, trying to forget the sight. “Besides…” She spoke, spurring his curiosity again. “You’ve waited this long…just think how good it's going to be when we get back.” She smirked over at him as she pulled out his favorite black lace, body hugging, deep v-neck cocktail dress from the wardrobe.

(Y/N) stepped into it, slipping the long lace sleeves over her shoulders as Ben walked up behind her. “If I live that long.” Ben muttered as he zipped up the back of her dress. She belt over, to pick up her matching heels, purposely letting her arse graze his crotch.

She stood turning to face him, a wide teasing smile on her face as she reached up and gently pat his cheek. “I have confidence in you.” She smirked before walking back to the vanity to put on the final touches.

Ben had prayed to god that she would cut him a break when they left the flat, but he was sorely mistaken. As they sat at a particularly long redlight in his car, (Y/N) undid her seatbelt in the passenger’s seat before starting to shimmy up her skirt. She had only begun to tease the blonde actor and they both knew it. “What are you doing…?” Ben hissed, watching helplessly as she played her little game.

“This dress you know...it’s just sooo tight. I just want to be comfortable.” She complained seductively as she looped her fingers around her panties, before slowly and teasingly pulling them down her toned legs..

“Jesus, (Y/N)...stop teasing me so much…” Ben complained, rubbing his face, trying to calm himself.

He watched as her panties landed on the floor of the car with a plop. “Ah that’s better…” She breathed, turning to look at the actor while licking her lips. She slowly pulled her skirt back down, making a show of it, laughing silently seeing the actor’s eyes were locked on her hands. “You wouldn’t want me to be uncomfortable now, would you Benny?” She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at the actor.

Ben groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as his trousers began to feel tight across his crotch. He turned his attention back to the road as the light turned green. “No...I guess I wouldn’t…” He mumbled. When they got to the fancy restaurant they were to meet Rami and Lucy, Ben handed his car off to the valet as they headed for the door. Ben grabbed (Y/N)’s hand pulling her to a stop. She turned to look at him innocently, his normally bright green eyes were darkened by lust and desire, he looked slightly angry. “I’m warning you now, (Y/N), this is a posh place and they are some of my closest friends, best behaviour.” He growled at the female.

She reached up, unbuttoning the button on Ben’s black suit jacket, letting her hands run for a brief moment over his chest. “Now when have you ever known me to be naughty in public, Benjamin?” She teased the actor, using his full name.

“I’m being serious, keep this up and you’re going to be in for a world of punishment when we get home.”

She reached into her clutch, taking out the panties she had removed in the car before placing them in the inside pocket of his jacket to serve as a reminder that she was wearing absolutely nothing under her dress. “Ooo, I quiver in fear.” She smirked, pulling away from his grip, walking seductively into the restaurant. Ben took a few deep breaths, shaking out his head to steady himself before following her through the revolving door. They stood pressed up against each other for a moment due to the high volume of people standing in the reception area. “Oh there they are.” She pointed out Rami and Lucy in the crowd, grinding her hips into Ben’s very slightly as she tried to maneuver her way around a couple over to the bar where the couple stood, happily sipping on their drinks. Ben groaned low in his throat, feeling his trousers beginning to tent ever so slightly at her antics.

“There you guys are!” Lucy cheered seeing the pair approach them.

“Sorry, we were stuck in a spot of traffic.” Ben apologized as he greeted the pair.

“They said it should just be a few minutes, so go get some drinks and let's catch up.” Rami smiled at the pair.

“With pleasure…” Ben mumbled under his breath hoping the alcohol would help calm him to some extent. While they stood at the bar, (Y/N) in front of Ben, she began to sway her hips to the music that was being played in the bar. To anybody else, she looked like she was just enjoying herself but Ben felt every movement of her arse perfectly against his crotch. He grabbed her hips, stilling her instantly, before leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I’m warning you. Stop this while you still have the chance to get off easily.” He threatened her.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She mused with a smile, picking up their drinks when they were placed on the bar in front of her. She handed the actor his before they rejoined the pair.

They were sat at the table a while later and all through the meal, (Y/N) continued her antics secretly under the table. It took much restraint for Ben to hide the look of pleasure on his face as (Y/N)’s foot traveled up his leg so high she could count the change in his pocket. “Ben, is everything alright? You seem awfully distracted…” She asked him at one point during their meal while she was in the process of feeling him up. The audacity.

He cleared his throat and shifted ever so slightly in order to push her foot away from him. She thought she was being so innocent, it was plain as the nose on her face what she was doing and he was going to have none of it. “Oh yeah, never better.” He smirked, a hint of dark lust hidden in his eyes, invisible to Rami or Lucy, but painfully obvious to (Y/N).

After that he had to excuse himself from the table to splash a bit of cold water on his face in order to steady himself. He stared at himself in the lavatory mirror, trying to convince himself that he was going to be fine, that he was going to make it through this meal without feeling like he was going to explode. She was absolutely irresistible to him and she knew exactly well what she was doing to him. At one point when she had gotten up to the toilets, half of him considered following her and taking his frustrations out on her here and now, but at the same time, he knew it wouldn’t satisfy him enough and would look suspicious to Rami and Lucy, especially after their little exchange earlier. It would all be over soon, he kept trying to reassure himself, he would soon have his revenge. “This was fun!” Lucy cheered as they stood out front the restaurant later that night waiting for their respective cars. “We should definitely do it again sometime.”

“Oh you know that would be absolutely fantastic!” (Y/N) smiled, the hand that had been resting on Ben’s back trailed down until it rested soundly in the back pocket of his trousers.

The blonde actor stiffened ever so slightly, masking what he was feeling deep down as he shook Rami’s hand goodbye. “It was great seeing you both again. And I agree, let's get together again sometime soon.” Ben nodded at the other actor, a slight plea for help in his eyes.

“Yeah, for sure man.” Rami smiled, leaning over so Ben was the only one who could hear him. “I know exactly what you’re going through Lucy has been doing the same thing to me all night.”

“How did you…?”

“Trust me I’ve seen that same look in my eyes whenever I excuse myself enough to know what’s been going on. Best of luck to you.” Rami patted the actor’s shoulder before pulling back, returning his arm to its place around Lucy’s waist.

“Same to you mate.” Ben nodded as he pulled (Y/N) tighter into his side as their car was brought up. “Cheers mate.”

“Bye! Get home safe!” Lucy waved off.

“You too!” (Y/N) called back before getting into the car, a proud smirk on her face. Ben got in with a huff, keeping his eyes trained on the road, a scowl on his face.  “Well then, somebody looks sexually frustrated.” She teased. “I’m surprised you didn’t follow me to the toilets at some point.” The actor glared at her out of the corner of his eye but kept his gaze trained forward. “Awe, come on Ben, lighten up I was only having a bit of fun.”

“Only a bit of fun? You do realize who you were doing that in front of and where you were doing it right?” Ben snapped angrily at the female. In actuality, he wasn’t really angry with her, he just wanted her to think he was because he knew what it did to her. By the time they got home, he needed her to be putty in his hands. “I asked you to behave and you deliberately disobeyed me.”

“Alright Mufassa, calm down.” (Y/N) quipped rolling her eyes as she leaned back into her seat.

“You’re such a child sometimes I swear. It’s high time you were taught some manners.” Ben growled.

“And just what are you going to do about it?” (Y/N) asked as they stopped at a red light.

The actor turned and grabbed the female by the jaw, forcing her to look at him, his normally bright green eyes darkened heavily with desire. “Oh honey, it's not a question of what I’m going to do, it's about how I’m going to do it, and how much I’m going to make you suffer.” The female gulped at his actions, Ben had always been the dominant one in the bedroom but this was a whole new level she had never seen before. “Now if you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut up for the rest of the way home or you will absolutely not get to come for a full month, do I make myself clear?” He hissed. She nodded, not wanting to test this threat. “Good girl.” He patted her cheek as the light turned yellow then green.

Once they were home, they had just barely gotten through the door before he was pinning her up against it, kissing her roughly, her hands above her head, one of his legs between hers as he massaged one of her breasts. “I’ve never wanted to fuck somebody so badly.” He groaned between kisses as he trailed open mouthed kisses down her jaw over her neck where he bit harshly on her sweet spot, not enough to hurt her but to make her squirm. “You won’t be able to see straight when I’m done with you. Think you can just tease me all fucking day and get off easy with it? Think again sweetheart.” He grumbled pushing himself off her. “I’m going to get a drink, and if I come into the bedroom to not find you completely stripped and laying in the middle of the bed, your punishment is going to be even worse than you can imagine. Understand?” Ben hissed at the female, towering over her intimidatingly. She nodded quickly, clearly intimidated by this darker side of Ben. “Good girl.” He said slapping her on the arse as she scurried off toward the bedroom. He chuckled as he went into the kitchen, fixing himself a whiskey on the rocks as he loosened his tie. He leaned against the counter taking a sip as he considered his course of action. It was time for his revenge, and it would never taste sweeter than this. He let a little time pass to raise the anticipation before he slowly made his way into the bedroom, drink in hand. There she was exactly as he had requested. He chuckled low in his throat, striding over to the bed slowly, roughly gripping one of her breasts, massaging it as he looked her over. “Well then, look who’s suddenly eager to please. I would’ve thought you’d continue to defy me out of spite.”

“No…” She whimpered, gasping as he harshly tweaked her nipple.

“No, what?” He growled with a raised brow.

“No sir…” She stuttered out after a small chuckle as Ben set the drink down on the nightstand.

His now free hand immediately flew to her throat, applying a light amount of pressure to show he meant business without restricting her breathing terribly as he leant down, his face a few centimeters from her. “I’m warning you now, absolutely no funny business. Each time you defy me is another week added where you’re not allowed to come, during which time I on the other hand, will continue to destroy that wet little cunt to my pleasure. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir…” She whimpered without hesitation.

“Good girl…” He grumbled, pulling back as he looked over her body, removing his jacket tossing it to the floor behind him. He looked like an angel of death clad in his black button up and black trousers. “Now then, where to start with you? You have, afterall, been extremely naughty.” He pondered as he proceeded to roll up his sleeves seeming even more authoritative than he already had. “Perhaps I should pleasure myself in front of you until you’re screaming for me to touch you.” He wondered aloud as he considered his options picking up his drink once again, taking a sip. “Or, perhaps I should bring you to the edge of bliss over and over and over again.” He hummed softly to himself. He smirked as he remembered the tie hanging loosely around his neck. He pulled it off, unbuttoning the top few buttons of the shirt before tying her to the headboard. “Then again.” He said stepping back, slowly and teasingly unbuttoning his trousers. She shifted at the sight of his erection bulging against the fabric of his black boxer briefs. He maneuvered the fabric allowing his cock to spring free, snapping to attention against his stomach. “I think both will be a fitting punishment.” He chuckled darkly as he reached a hand out, running it through her already soaked folds. She shivered at the contact, moaning softly as his fingers grazed over her throbbing clit. “Already so wet? I’ll just have to remember that when I’m absolutely destroying that tight, little cunt of yours later.” He gathered up some of her juices before grabbing his shaft beginning to pump himself.

She whimpered at the sight of Ben using her juices as lubricant as he proceeded to pleasure himself right in front of her with long teasing strokes. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back as a smile of satisfaction spread over his features. “Ben…” She whimpered softly.

He slowly began to pick up speed, his mouth falling open ever so slightly as a moan escaped his lips. “Mmmm, god this feels so fucking good. Now I know why you say I have amazing hands. Been awhile since I’ve jerked myself off.” Ben cracked open his light green eyes, now darkened several shades by desire. He grimaced seeing her eyes closed and her head tilted slightly down and away from him. “Open your goddamn eyes and look at me.” He commanded forcefully. (Y/N)’s eyes snapped open at the force behind his words, her eyes instantly meeting his. “That’s one week.” He groaned, his breathing starting to deepen to control his rising pleasure. “I want those pretty little eyes of yours locked on mine, understand?” He grunted, his hips thrusting up into his grip, his growing need for release starting to get the better of him. She furrowed her brows sadly at the actor as she watched him, her core aching with desire, absolutely desperate for his touch. She had never seen this devilish glint in his eyes before, he had all the control now, and he knew it very well.

“Ben...please…” She whimpered, shifting on the bed, trying to create some form of friction between her thighs.

“You think just because you’re begging now, I’m going to touch you?” He grunted, his eyes closing again for half a second as another wave of pure pleasure washed over him. He looked forward again, his eyes darker with desire than before if that was even possible. “Think again sweetheart. You want my touch you’re going to have to fucking earn it.” He immediately closed his eyes again, the pre cum starting to spurt from his angry red tip. He let out a deep moan, feeling his release approaching rapidly. Normally if he was jerking off he’d like to take his time with it, edge himself a few times so the release was all the better, but she had effectively done that for him all day. He wanted this...no he NEEDED this. “Should I finish in that pretty little mouth of yours?”

She nodded rapidly, never taking her eyes from him. “Yes, yes please! Please sir, let me taste you! I’ll be good I promise.”

He groaned, kneeling on the edge of the bed, biting the inside of his lip as he tried to starve off his release for just a few seconds. He got his angry, girthy cock close to her face, but out of reach. She leaned forward desperate to take him into her mouth. “Alright, because you asked so nicely.” As much as he wanted to feel her lips around his cock, he knew she didn’t deserve it. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt himself reach his climax. He blew his load all over her tits, milking every last drop before he fell onto his side, breathing heavily as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck...how I needed that.” He groaned, propping himself up on his elbow. He turned to look at her, seeing she was splaying herself out for him to touch. He could see the juices dripping from her cunt. How he wanted to delve into her and ravish her like she was his last meal. He tutted the girl shaking his head. “I was going to touch you, eat you out even, but just because you’re being so incredibly desperate, splaying your dripping cunt out like that so I’d see it, I’m going to wait even longer to touch you where you want.” He chuckled, pushing himself up on all fours, crawling over to her like a lion on the prowl.

The blonde kept eye contact with the (h/c) as he hovered over her body, a shit eating grin plastered to his lips as he slowly leaned down, licking his load from her chest. The girl slammed her head back on the pillow with a groan screwing her eyes shut as a moan left her lips. “God fucking damn it Ben, what are you doing to me?” She whimpered, opening her eyes again watching as he took one of her cum covered nipples in between his teeth, pulling ever so slightly on her skin. She moaned, her hips bucking up at the action. “Fuck…”

“Now, now…” He tutted her, swirling his tongue around the little bud. “I won’t have such foul language leaving such a pretty little mouth.” He sucked the bud into his mouth, letting one of his hands slowly trail down her body before gripping her bum. “From now on out, every curse word that leaves your mouth is another time I get to edge you before you get to come.”

“No Ben, please! That’s not fair!” She whined, moaning slightly as he dragged his fingernails over the skin of her bum.

“No.” He started, his hand shooting up to grip (Y/N) by the jaw again like he had in the car earlier. “What’s not fair is the way you were being a little fucking tease all day, and then embarrasing me infront of my mates like that. Rami knew fully well what you were doing, and more than likely so did Lucy. You were asking for this the moment you got out of bed this morning sweetheart. I am going to teach you some respect, even if we have to do this all fucking night.” He growled, that shit eating smirk returning to his lips. “Any objections?”

(Y/N) shook her head sheepishly, casting her glance downward. “No sir…”

“Good girl.” He mused, gently patting her cheek before returning to her other nipple, giving it the same attention as he had the other, taking care to keep eye contact with her as he teasingly licked the salty, steadily drying cum from her tits. She moaned softly, as he slowly began to traili downward, leaving open mouthed kisses over her belly, his calloused hands caressing over her thighs as he reached her dripping core. The actor groaned at the sight of her juices spilling out of her. He had her right where he wanted her. He spread her legs as far as they would go before nestling himself down on the bed in front of her. He gently kissed and nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, leaving dark love bites scattered everywhere. He made sure his ivy green irises bore heavily into her (e/c) ones as he slowly licked a teasing stripe up her center, purposely avoiding her clit. She moaned, throwing her head back, overcome by the fact he was finally touching her right where she wanted it. The actor smirked delving into her like she was his last meal, lapping and sucking harshly at her juices. “God, you taste so fucking good...so sweet.” He groaned against her core, the vibrations of his voice sending a wave of pleasure through her. She bucked her hips up into his lips, desperate for more. “So needy.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he slowly snaked a hand up her thigh before he started swirling slow teasing circles over her clit.

“Fuuuuccccckkkkk!” She moaned loud and long, her back arching up off the bed at the contact.

Ben shook his head tutting her, rubbing tight fast circles over her clit. “That’s one more time you don’t get to come in addition to the one you already had going into this.” Without warning he delved two fingers into her, pumping them in and out of her at an almost brutal pace.

“Oh God...Ben!” She moaned his name as his fingers expertly found the small rough patch within her walls that made her see stars. “God, right there!”

“No, not god, only Ben.” He smirked cheekily. “You like that love? I want to hear those lovely little pornigraphic moans of yours loud.” He chuckled darkly, adding a third finger, stretching her walls deliciously. She let out a loud moan at the feeling. “Ah, just what I like to hear.” He mused. He watched as her breaths rapidly began to increase, knowing fully well that her high was fast approaching. He pulled away completely just as the waves of pure ecstasy were about to crash over her.

“No...no, no!” She whimpered in frustration.

Ben chuckled darkly, kissing his way up her body again. “You’ve only had a small taste of my plans for you, love.” He smirked, bringing his fingers, glistening with her juices up to her lips. “Now suck.” He said pushing them into her mouth. He groaned feeling her tongue swirl around his digits. “God you’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, removing his fingers with a pop. He stood from the bed and quickly untied her hands. “On all fours, now.” He commanded as he shimmied off his trousers and shirt readjusting his boxer briefs. She quickly complied, not wanting to test him. Climbing back onto the bed, he grabbed a fistful of her hair before shoving her head down into the duvet. “Stay there now. Right like that.” He growled smacking her bum. (Y/N) moaned at the action as he immediately rubbed the area he had smacked to quell the pain. “I think ten are in order.” He chuckled darkly. “Count them for me love, that was one already.”

Ben smacked (Y/N) on the other cheek even harder than he had the last. “Two.” She moaned softly. He smirked before rapidly in succession did three more, alternating cheeks on each one. “Three. Four. Five.” She whimpered, the skin of her bum turning red and stinging already. Ben never usually punished her like this, so she wasn’t used to it, but good good did it turn her on. He smacked her again, even harder than the previous times. “Six.”

“Doing so well, love.” He praised her, gently rubbing the globes of her angry red bum. “Take the next four, no whimpering, and I might just let you come soon.” He smirked as he once again delved his tongue into her folds, smacking her bum again.

“Fuuuuuuuuuu….”

“What’s that?”

“Seven….” She moaned.

“That’s what I thought.” Ben chuckled against her core teeth gently nipping at her clit as he sucked at it. He smacked her again.

“Eight.” She moaned into the mattress. The obscene noised Ben was making as he slurped at her juices drove her absolutely wild. “Nine.” She moaned again as he smacked her again. Without warning, he pushed two digits back into her finger fucking her at an almost alarming pace. He kept her going, tongue flicking against her painfully horney bud of arousal, getting her closer and closer to the edge. Just as he felt her walls starting to clench around his fingers he removed them, smacking her bum one final time. “Ten.” She cried defeatedly into the mattress.

The blonde actor roughly grabbed her by the hips, flipping her over onto her back. He couldn’t wait anymore, he was so hard it was almost painful. He quickly spread her legs before lining himself up, plunging himself into her with a groan, throwing his head back in ecstasy. She moaned at the stretch, as his girthy cock quickly bottomed out. “God you’re still so fucking tight, as always.” He moaned, pulling out nearly all the way before snapping his hips against hers again. He began fucking her at an almost brutal pace. He grabbed her leg putting her foot up on his shoulder to change the angle getting at her sweet spot with each trust.

“Ben…” She moaned loudly.

“That’s right.” He grunted, he could feel his high rapidly approaching once again. “I want to hear you moan my name like the little slut you are.” He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up for. Between the way her walls clenched around him and the way she chanted his name over and over again, it was all too much. He loved everything about it. He could feel her shaking with ecstasy as he pounded into her over and over again, desperately chasing his high. Just as he felt her high approaching, he quickly pulled out, maintaining his relentless pace on his cock with his hands. (Y/N) practically screamed in frustration. “Mouth, open, now!” He commanded, his eyes beginning to roll back in his head as he quickly approached his second high for the night. When her lips closed around his cock, sucking gently, that was it, he was blowing his load for the second time down her throat. “Swallow it...all of it…” He commanded through shaky breaths as he pulled out. (Y/N) swallowed, opening her mouth to show the blonde actor it was gone. He smiled as he collapsed back. “Good girl…” He cooed softly, reaching up to gently run a hand through her hair. “Such a good girl…”

“If I’m so good, how come I didn’t get to come.” She pouted, crossing her arms across her still cum covered chest as the blonde actor got up to get a warm washcloth to clean them up.

“I didn’t hurt you at all...did I?” He asked from the bathroom, avoiding the question all together. When he returned, he gently cleaned her off, teasing her nipples through the fabric of the washcloth.

“No…” She groaned through gritted teeth. “Ben come on! Why didn’t you let me come?”

“As you might remember, you have a week where you’re not allowed to come because you closed your eyes.” He smirked, winking at her cheekily as he cleaned himself off, biting his lower lip teasingly.

“You’re such a tease.” (Y/N) complained, looking away from Ben with her arms crossed over her chest.

He gently grabbed her by the chin turning her gaze to face him again. The shit eating grin was back on his face. “Consider it my revenge.”