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Bennyboyfics’ masterlist!
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CANT BELIEVE I WAS RHIS CLOSE TO BEN UGHHHH I MISS IT
I luvvvv the idea of Ben’s girlfriend being a diva and no nonsense and I feel like when Ben plays shit and loses she wouldn’t be coddling him or anything and he loves it bc that’s the kind of support he needs
No nonsense || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
A/n: I love this idea ty!!! GUYS GUYS I LEAVE NEXT THURSDAY FOR THE AUSTRALIAN OPEN IM SO EXCITED
Wc: 764
Warnings: none :)
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Ben’s towel hits the bench before he even reaches it, jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle ticking. The stadium noise is still echoing in the tunnels, commentators rehashing every mistake he made, every chance he blew, but none of it compares to the look you’re giving him right now.
Arms crossed. Eyebrow raised. Not a shred of sympathy on your face. He stops right in front of you, chest still rising and falling from the match, curls damp with sweat, wristbands hanging at his elbows. You don’t hug him. You don’t tell him it’s okay. You tilt your head and ask, flatly, “What was that?”
Drunk in love || Ben Shelton x model!reader
Summary: inspired by the song Drunk in love by T.I. and The Weeknd!!!!
Wc: 986
Warnings: smutty smut
MASTERLIST (model!reader au masterlist)
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The lights backstage were dimmer than usual. A golden haze clung to the air, thick with hairspray, perfume, and the scent of warm skin under stage lights. Music pulsed low through the walls from the venue’s sound system—just a faint bassline that mirrored the thump in your chest.
Somewhere far away, a coordinator shouted about lineup changes, and someone else was fixing a sequin that had popped loose on a dress. You were supposed to be touching up your lip gloss. But instead, you were backed into a curtained-off corner, lips crushed against Ben as his large hands gripped your waist like he couldn’t let go.
Off-season || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: You and Ben spending his off-season on a yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean :)
Wc: 933
Warnings: suggestive
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You had forgotten what real quiet felt like until this trip. Not hotel quiet. Not post-practice quiet. The kind that wrapped around you like warm silk, carried by salt air and the lazy sway of a yacht drifting in the middle of a never-ending blue. The sun painted your skin gold.
The water glittered. And somewhere behind you, Ben was stretched out like he owned the entire Mediterranean, long legs sprawled, sunglasses pushed into his curls, chest rising in an easy rhythm you only ever saw during the off season.
Territorial || Ben Shelton x tennis player!reader
Summary: You weren’t jealous, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, until you watched another player’s hand linger on Ben a second too long in the player lounge.
Wc: 894
Warnings: jealous!reader lol
A/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE!!
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You didn’t even realise your jaw was tight until you felt the dull ache settling in. Your arms were crossed over your chest, racquet bag still slung over one shoulder as you stood in the player lounge, watching the scene unfold like it was happening in slow motion.
Ben was leaning back against one of the tables, curls damp from his cool-down shower, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, that stupid easy grin on his face. And in front of him? Her. An older player on tour. Mid-thirties, flirty, famous for being handsy with every guy ranked higher than her boyfriend count.
Missed me? || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: You walk into a packed frat party telling yourself you’re finally over him, until Ben locks eyes with you from across the room. He wasn’t supposed to be home, but the way he looks at you says he never really left.
Wc: 2,033
Warnings: smut!!
A/n: I feel like I’ve used this pic of Ben multiple times already…. I’ve lost track 😭
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It’s already loud when you step into the Sigma house, the bass vibrating through the floors, the hallway, even the damn walls. A Gunna song is playing—the kind of beat that sinks under your skin and forces your hips to sway without thinking.
Your friends link arms with you as you weave through the bodies, the air thick with heat, cheap cologne, perfume, and that familiar college party electricity. You haven’t even fully looked around yet. It’s been weeks since you’ve been at one of these, and longer since you’ve seen him.
model!reader where she flies home in her private jet and Ben’s waiting on the tarmac with a bouquet of flowers 😍😍
Waiting || Ben Shelton x model!reader
A/n: HELLO I LOVE THIS
Wc: 587
Warnings: none
MASTERLIST (model!reader au masterlist)
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The wheels hit the runway with a soft jolt, and after a full month of Europe—castings, runway shows, fittings, shoots that ran past midnight—you finally exhale. The kind of breath you take when you know you’re home. When you know who’s waiting for you. The sun is blinding on the tarmac, so you slide your oversized sunnies on as the flight attendant cracks open the cabin door.
Your heart hammers immediately. Because you already see him. Stupidly handsome, curls pushed back under a cap, biceps stretching the sleeves of the plainest t-shirt known to man and still somehow making it look sinful. And in his arms—not just a bouquet, but a massive one, of pastel roses and peonies, so huge it looks like he robbed an entire flower market.
Surprise || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: Fresh off a tournament win, Ben comes home emotionally wrecked and aching for the one thing no trophy can give him—you.
Wc: 1,178
Warnings: smut!
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Ben’s exhausted. Not physically—he could play another five sets if he had to—but emotionally. The comedown from winning a tournament is always strange. Too many interviews. Too many cameras. Too many people asking how it feels, what it means, what comes next.
But through all of it, he kept thinking about one thing. One person. You. Two weeks away from you was torture in a way training never could be. It wasn’t the beds or the food or the time zone. It was the empty space next to him every night.
Unbothered || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: A private jet, a little too much attention in the wrong direction, and Ben enjoying your irritation more than he should.
Wc: 917
Warnings: none :)
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The cabin of the private jet hums softly, a low vibration under your feet as you sink deeper into the leather seat beside Ben. He’s lounging comfortably, one long leg stretched into your space, hoodie sleeves pushed up, curls pushed back from his forehead.
He looks stupidly good—relaxed, sprawled out, muscles peeking from his t-shirt—and you’re mid–conversation about his practice schedule for the week when she appears again. The flight attendant. She’s been circling like a bored house cat since takeoff. Except instead of being subtle, she keeps finding excuses to stop by Ben’s side of the cabin.
Manifesting ts 😭😭😭😭
Florida Heat || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: Training might’ve been brutal, but you make sure he forgets every single drill the second he walks through the door.
Wc: 522
Warnings: none rlly!
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Ben gets home just after four, the Florida sun still brutal, his training bag slung over one shoulder, hair slightly damp from sweat. Your house is quiet, air-conditioned, and smells faintly like citrus and sunscreen. Then the huge sliding glass door glides open. You step inside from the patio like you’ve got all the time in the world.
Bikini clinging to you, water beading on your skin, oversized sunnies low on your nose. One hand holds a thick slice of watermelon, pink and glossy, juice already slipping down your wrist. Your hips sway naturally as you walk toward him, bare feet cool against the stone floor.
Random - do u play tennis?
Yes!
Calm down || Ben Shelton x tennis player!reader
Summary: Everything’s slipping, scoreline, control, patience, and one calm-down gesture from Ben pushes you over the edge.
Wc: 773
Warnings: none :)
A/n: based off Stefanos and Paula 😭😭
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The sun was brutal, almost mocking, blistering across the hard court as you wiped sweat off your brow with a force that said everything the scoreboard didn’t. 4–6, 2–4. Everything felt off. Heavy legs, tight shoulders, your timing just a fraction behind. And your opponent?
Having the match of her life, of course. Every damn ball found the line. Ben was in your box, elbows balanced on his knees, watching you with that laser-focused intensity that only he had when you were the one on court. You missed a routine forehand. Routine.
Tanning || Ben Shelton x gf!reader
Summary: You’re sunbathing topless in your backyard when Ben comes home early and immediately spirals.
Wc: 850
Warnings: none!
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The back gate creaks. You don’t hear it over the summer playlist humming from your little waterproof speaker, the sun warm and heavy on your bare skin. You’re stretched out on your stomach on a towel beside the pool, sunnies on, head turned toward the water, completely relaxed.
Completely unaware. Ben was supposed to have practice. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours. But he’d finished early, hopped in the car, and decided—because he’s him—that surprising you sounded like the best idea he’d had all week. He tiptoes around the corner of the house, already grinning.
JUST READ ITTTT DIlALLED INNN IS SOOO GOOD OMDS GOT ME KICKING MY FEETYTT
AHHHHHH THANK UUUU
Dialled in || Ben Shelton x tennis player!reader
Summary: overhearing Ben saying you’re just messing around with each other hurts more than you think.
Wc: 1,474
Warning: mention of sex, slight angst
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You’re just passing through the players lounge, racquet bag slung over your shoulder, headphones around your neck, hair still damp from your morning shower. You’re not even looking for him. But you hear his laugh before you ever see him—low, warm, unmistakable.
And like an idiot, your heart does that dumb little flutter it’s been doing way too much lately. You’ve been spending a lot of time together. Late-night massages turned into late-night kisses, which turned into his hands under your shirt, your legs around his waist, his breath warm against your neck.