Hello. Are Ben, Jannik and Carlos everyone who you write for or would you write other tennis players too?
hi babe ! yes, so i’m mainly writing for ben, jannik, and carlos at the moment, but i’d love to branch out to other players in the future. but feel free to leave a request for your preferred player, and i’ll see if i can make it happen ! 🤍
hi loves. just wanted to let y’all know that i see your requests and i will try to get them out by the end of the week. if not this week then it would be out early next week. i don’t want you all to think that i’m ignoring you ! just caught up with some things and i have an important test on friday, so most of my focus is on there. hope you all understand x
Warnings: [18+] mature content, has sexual themes, and explicit scenes.
A/N: part 2 is finally here. i’m so sorry for the wait ! i’ve been so busy. i hope you all enjoy ! mwah x 🤭
PART 1
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Carlos didn’t waste a moment, his hands sliding up your legs, the heat of his touch searing through the fabric of your dress. He pushed it slowly up to your hips, exposing your skin to the cool air. The shift in power was palpable as his fingers brushed the waistband of your underwear, his movements deliberate and sure. He leaned in, kissing your knee sweetly as he removed the piece of fabric. Each motion drew the anticipation higher, leaving you breathless with what was to come.
As Carlos kissed his way up your body, each press of his lips felt like a deliberate promise, leaving a trail of fire along your skin. His hands gripped your thighs with a firm yet tender hold, the warmth of his palms grounding you while his thumbs brushed soft circles against your skin. With a slow, deliberate ease, he spread you apart, his strength evident but never overwhelming. The deliberate care he took made your pulse quicken, anticipation building with every movement.
You exhaled his nickname, “Carlitos,” the word leaving your lips as a delicate plea, a mixture of desire and need. The sound of his nickname on your tongue only fueled the fire between you, his gaze darkening with every breath you took. His lips hovered just inches from your skin, the anticipation almost unbearable as his hands continued their slow, purposeful movements, pushing you closer to the edge. The tension in the air thickened, crackling with the promise of what was to come.
When his hazel eyes lifted to meet yours, the look he gave you sent a wave of heat rushing through your body. The way his lashes framed his gaze—those piercing, golden-brown depths filled with hunger and something deeper—made it impossible to look away. You couldn’t help but whimper softly, the sound involuntary, as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. His gaze didn’t waver, capturing every flutter of your expression, every subtle shift in your breathing, as if committing it all to memory.
“You’re beautiful like this, cariño,” he murmured, his voice low and husky, thick with adoration and an edge of need. He pressed his lips to the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, lingering there for a moment as if savoring the tension vibrating through you. Each kiss was torturously slow, his movements precise, each one teasingly closer to where you wanted him most. The deliberate pace had your breath stuttering, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as you urged him closer.
“Please,” you breathed out, the word trembling on your lips, desperate and full of need, as you tugged at his hair, silently begging for more.
He pulled back slightly, a teasing smirk curling at the corners of his lips as his eyes sparkled with amusement. “Where’d all that confidence go, cariño?” he asked, his voice dripping with playful mockery. He let his hands rest on your hips, squeezing them gently as if daring you to take control again. You could see the challenge in his eyes, knowing that he was waiting for you to answer—waiting for you to reclaim the power he’d just stolen from you.
You gripped his hair firmly, your fingers tugging him closer as you lifted your hips, guiding him between your legs. “Don’t think you can tease me any longer,” you breathed, voice thick with desire. His teasing smirk faded slightly, and you saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes as he leaned into your pull. “Get closer,” you demanded, the command in your voice matching the need coursing through your veins. You could feel him hesitating, but your grip on him was relentless, bringing him exactly where you wanted him.
When his tongue finally met your heat, the sensation was electric. A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest, the vibration making you shudder as it resonated through your entire body. The sound was primal, a raw expression of his desire, and it made your grip in his hair tighten instinctively. He responded by anchoring himself even closer, his hands sliding further up your thighs to hold you firmly in place.
His movements were meticulous, exploring and mapping every inch of you with a devotion that left you dizzy. Every flick of his tongue against your pussy, every pull and press of his lips, felt like he was savoring you, worshipping you in a way that made your head tilt back in pleasure. Your hips moved instinctively, seeking more, but he controlled the pace with maddening precision, taking his time as if he had all the time in the world.
When you looked down, desperate for some sense of control amidst the overwhelming sensations, his hazel eyes were already on you, watching you fall apart. The intensity in his gaze was so fierce, so consuming, that it made your chest tighten and your stomach flutter all at once. Through his dark lashes, his expression held both mischief and reverence, a combination that left you utterly undone.
“Don’t look away, amor,” he whispered between movements, his voice a sultry murmur that sent another wave of heat pooling in your core. “I want to see you fall apart.”
His words alone nearly undid you, and the way he said them—with that perfect mix of control and wild desire—made your body tense in anticipation. His hands tightened on your thighs, his grip like an anchor as he continued, each deliberate motion pushing you closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure building, a sweet, unbearable tension coiling tightly in your core, and the way he never once broke eye contact made it all the more intense.
His fingers traced gentle patterns on the inside of your thighs, the slow, teasing touches making it impossible to focus on anything but him. You could feel the heat of his breath, the anticipation building with each agonizing second of waiting. “Please… Baby,” you breathed out, unable to stop yourself from craving more. His smirk deepened, the glint in his eyes showing he knew exactly how you felt. You were at the edge, and he was making you wait—he was savoring every moment.
Carlos pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, his breath warm and steady against your sensitive skin as he pulled back just enough to let his lips hover. The absence of contact was maddening, his gaze holding yours as if daring you to beg for more. He loved this—the way you trembled beneath him, the way your body reacted to every touch, every whisper.
The silence between you both stretched as you felt the weight of his gaze on you, the tension hanging thick in the air. You fought the urge to close your eyes, desperate for the contact you’d been craving. But Carlos didn’t move, his eyes locked on yours with a challenging gleam, as if waiting for you to beg, to break first. The slow, teasing pace of his touch only made your body ache more, your breathing shallow as you struggled to hold onto your composure.
His hands slid up your sides, strong yet gentle, and he leaned forward, his lips ghosting over your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited every nerve. His movements weren’t hurried but deliberate, like he wanted to etch this moment into your memory.
As Carlos stepped back, the sudden distance left you aching for him. Your eyes traced his every movement as he began to undress, the muscles of his back flexing with each slow, deliberate motion. You couldn't tear your gaze away, watching his fingers unbutton his jeans with precision. A sharp breath left your lips as your hand instinctively slipped between your thighs, fingers brushing the sensitive skin there. You saw his jaw tighten, a visible clench as his eyes met yours, dark with desire, before he continued.
Carlos stood in his boxers, his eyes dark with need as he watched you. “Undress, naughty girl,” he commanded, his voice rough, sending a shiver down your spine. You met his gaze, feeling the heat rise in your chest as your fingers moved to your mouth, teasingly sucking on them before you slowly began to undress. The sight of you, so willing and eager to follow his command, made him groan deeply. He stepped closer, his body impossibly tense, as his eyes devoured the curve of your body, his breath heavy with anticipation.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured, his voice deep and rough as his fingers traced delicate patterns along your hipbone. He paused, lips pressing to the curve of your waist, his tongue grazing your skin in a way that made you arch into him.
Your breath hitched as his hands moved again, one slipping under your knee to angle you closer, more open, while the other gripped your waist firmly. The way he looked at you was enough to make your heart pound—a mix of reverence and unrestrained hunger that made you feel like the only person in the world.
“Every time I touch you,” he began, his lips brushing the words against your skin, “it feels like I can’t get enough.” His hazel eyes darkened, his hands steady and confident as he shifted his position, pressing himself closer, his body hovering above yours.
He paused for a moment, his breathing ragged, his lips brushing yours in a whisper of a kiss before pulling back just enough to lock eyes with you. His thumb grazed your cheek, a deceptive softness in his touch that only heightened the tension in the air. His hand then traveled down, fingers skimming your jawline before wrapping gently around your neck.
The grip tightened slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You remember what I told you?” he asked, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine.
Carlos’ eyes stayed locked on yours as he slowly freed himself from his boxers, the movement deliberate and teasing. You couldn’t help but widen your eyes at the sight of him, your breath catching as your body instinctively responded. The intensity in his gaze matched the growing heat between you, and you felt yourself becoming undone by the mere act of him standing before you so confidently. His smirk deepened, knowing exactly the effect he had on you.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you,” he murmured, his tone laced with promise and challenge. “You’re going to feel every second of this, cariño. I’ll make sure of it.”
Her breath hitched at his words, the weight of them sinking deep into her chest, her body already reacting to the promise he’d made. She parted her lips, but before she could speak, Carlos smirked, taking his time. His hands gently traced patterns on her skin, teasing the edge of what she wanted, drawing out the moment. He loved watching the way her body trembled in anticipation, the way she waited for him to finally give in to her need. Each second felt like an eternity.
You let out a soft whimper, your hands gripping his shoulders as you tilted your hips toward him, wanting more. "Carlos, please… more," you breathed, unable to hide the desperation in your voice. His smirk deepened at your plea, the heat of his breath brushing your ear as he leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck in a soft, teasing kiss. "Patience," he whispered, his voice thick with desire, as he slowly moved closer, the tension building as he hovered just on the edge of what you both needed.
When he slipped his cock inside you, the gasp that escaped both of you was nearly synchronized. The connection was electric, a mix of pent-up desire and emotion that you both felt with every inch. “Qué rico,” [So good] Carlos breathed out, his head lifting, eyes half-closed in bliss. His movements slow but deliberate, savoring every moment as if he’d been starving for this connection for weeks. The intensity of it made you shiver, and the sweet tension was palpable.
The moment his movements shift, Carlos grows rougher, faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he drives deeper into you. Each stroke sends shockwaves through your body, pushing you higher and higher, your breath shallow and ragged. You can’t contain the noises spilling from your lips, each one a mixture of pleasure and desperation. His hands grip you harder, holding you in place as he takes what he wants, the heat between you building until it feels like you’re both consumed by it.
You meet his pace, your body instinctively moving with his, but he’s unrelenting, increasing the intensity with every thrust. The force of it makes your head spin, your fingers clutching the sheets beneath you for support. The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, as he drives you closer to the edge, the sound of his breath in your ear, the tension in his body, and the deep, steady rhythm of his movements pushing you to the brink.
The intensity of his thrusts has you gasping for breath, your body tingling from head to toe. As he drives into you again, you can’t hold back the reaction, your mouth falling open in a breathless moan. “Oh fuck me,” you cry out, the words slipping from your lips as the pleasure overwhelms you. Your hands grip the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as he pushes you closer to the edge, the sound of his breath mixing with yours in the heat of the moment.
As he thrusts deeper, you can't help but roll your eyes back, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling you. The pleasure is so intense, your body instinctively reacts, and you throw your head back, eyes closing as the feeling overtakes you. A sharp slap to your cheek pulls you from the haze of pleasure, but before you can recover, Carlos’s hands cup your face, his grip firm as he forces your gaze back to his. "Eyes on me," he growls, delivering another light slap, his smirk showing his control over you. "I want you to feel this. Every damn second of it."
As his pace quickens, the tension in your body coils tighter, every thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His grip on your face tightens, forcing you to meet his gaze as the intensity builds between you. You can’t hold back anymore, your nails digging into his shoulders as you beg for release. “Carlos,” you moan, voice broken, “please… I’m so close.” He smirks at your desperation, the control in his eyes making your heart race. “I know, amor,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His thrusts grow harder, more urgent, the rhythm now frantic as he drives you closer to the edge. The pressure building inside you is unbearable, each movement pushing you to the brink of release. “Carlos, please… I need…” you gasp, words faltering as your breath catches. He growls, a wicked grin on his lips as he shifts his angle, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes your body tremble. “Cum for me, amor,” he demands, his voice low and commanding, and with one last, deep thrust, you’re undone.
Carlos's movements become frantic as the pressure builds, his grip on you tightening as he shifts, his pace losing its rhythm in the heat of the moment. His breathing becomes erratic, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out a strangled whine that sends a shiver through you. His body tenses, and you feel him spill inside you, the warmth of it triggering a tremor that runs through your own body. He stays buried against you, his breath ragged and slow, as he murmurs, “Cariño, fuck…”
Carlos collapses against you, his body heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction, as the two of you lie tangled in the sheets. The silence is only broken by the sound of your breathing slowly returning to normal, and the occasional soft kiss he presses to your skin, a silent promise of more moments like this. You can feel his arms around you, holding you close, and you can't help but smile, knowing that this connection was one neither of you would soon forget.
Hi beautiful, when is Jannik's smut coming out, I'm dying to read it😭
hi babe ! okay so, i have a busy week this week and i have a lot of imagines to work on. so it should be out by the end of the week. i’m so sorry for the wait !
Léa’s heart raced, torn between two worlds—one that was fading and the other pulling her in. Beneath Jannik’s touch, every inch of her body felt alive, but her mind drifted, conflicted. She couldn’t stop herself from thinking of Ben, even as his breath ghosted over her skin.
“One last time, amore,” Jannik whispered, his voice raw with need. “Please.”
She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t right, that she shouldn’t be here, but the words were caught in her throat. How could she explain the tangled mess of her emotions? How could she fight the pull between the man who had always been her storm and the one who had stolen her heart?
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This chapter of Beyond the Baseline is about to get really steamy, so if you haven’t dived into the story yet, now’s the time. I highly encourage you to catch up, especially with the way things are heating up! From here on out, the real stuff is about to happen. Get ready for the intensity between Léa and Jannik—and trust me, it’s not for the faint of heart. This chapter is spicy and heavy on the emotions, so buckle up!
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— follows 19-year-old tennis prodigy Léa Dupont as she navigates her rise in the sport, balancing fierce competition with personal challenges. Léa’s relationships with Coco Gauff—a fast-growing friendship with someone she instantly clicked with, a blossoming romance with Ben Shelton, and her brief, intense relationship with Jannik Sinner that left lasting emotional marks, test her both on and off the court as she faces a growing rivalry with Aryna Sabalenka. With her eyes set on becoming the World No. 1, Léa must learn that success isn’t just about winning matches—it’s about finding strength in friendship, love, and self-discovery.
Hey, how are you? When is the next time you’re posting on ‘BEYOND THE BASELINE’? I am LOVING it so far!! No rush though :)
hi love ! i’m great, thanks. i hope you’re well too. i’m glad you’re loving it ! i’ve done some fine-tuning, and i have three chapters lined up for today, so keep an eye out. it’s coming soon ! 😘
hey this one is quite specific. Reader = beautiful goddess braids, girl, she/her Something about them being at the best slightly tipsy and then go skinny dipping
Love reading your stuff x
hi babe ! oooo, this sounds so good 🤭 and thank you so much for the sweet words lovely x
also i’m not sure if this is for ben. i’m assuming that it is but could you perhaps pop me a quick message, as i wouldn’t want to get it wrong ?
dw girl i got you with this imagine and it’s coming soon x
please do another Ben Shelton smut! I am obsessed oh my gosh! Your so good xx
hi babe ! omg i’m glad you like it and thank you so much for the compliment. it truly means a lot and i’m defs going to do more in the near future. so stay tuned ! 🤭
also if there is specific that you want for ben. you’re always welcome to request. have a great day !
hi babe ! i’m so sorry for the late response. it’s out now ! and i am also sorry about the late upload. i hope you enjoy the imagine though. love you ! 🤭
Summary: [18+] explicit content, sexual themes, mature situations, and heavy intimacy.
A/N: so it’s finally here ! you all probably hate me and i’m so sorry for not uploading yesterday as i said i would. i hope you lovelies can forgive me 🤭 anyways, enjoy ! and let me know what you all think cause i tried a different approach ! love y’all x
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Ben’s hand brushed mine again during practice, sending a jolt through me. It wasn’t the first time today—or this week. He knew exactly what he was doing. Every glance, every smile seemed loaded with hidden meaning, a game neither of us had agreed to play, but couldn’t resist. The tension simmered between us, thick and undeniable, building with each move and exchanged look.
His touch brushed my arm again as we adjusted our positions, subtle but enough to make my skin tingle. He didn’t need to say a word; each touch spoke louder than anything. The way he leaned in just a bit too close as we discussed our next move, or the way his breath brushed my ear—soft but deliberate. It felt like we were playing a different game altogether, with one rule: get as close as we could without breaking.
When practice wrapped up, Ben tossed his towel over his shoulder and shot me a sly grin. “Meet me in the locker room?” His gaze lingered on me just a moment longer, and I felt it—he knew I couldn’t say no. Lately, it had become a regular thing, the two of us sneaking away for a quick, heated session in between training. We’d even started calling it “training with benefits,” a playful code for the tension we couldn’t resist. I smirked back, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach.
You and Ben head to the locker room, knowing exactly what’s about to unfold. The space is quieter now, more intimate, with the usual teasing replaced by something deeper, more heated. His fingers brush your back, sending a spark through you. It’s brief, but the touch lingers, the tension between you both palpable. The last time you were here, he had gone down on you, and now, with the memory of that still fresh, the air feels even thicker, charged with anticipation for what’s next.
Without a word, you both step closer, his hand finding the small of your back, pulling you toward him. His lips crash onto yours—urgent, needy—as your hands move over each other, exploring. He pulls you closer, his touch possessive, and you respond with equal fervor. In the heat of the moment, the world outside the locker room disappears, leaving only the sounds of your breath and the soft thud of hearts racing.
His hands roam your body, gripping you tight, and soon you’re on your knees before him. You look up, meeting his gaze as you move with purpose, and his breath hitches. His hands tug at your hair as you go lower, and his body tenses in response. The tension you’ve both built over the weeks of stolen moments finally snaps, and you both give in, letting everything else fall away.
After everything had settled, you found yourself standing in the quiet of the hotel room, your body still humming with the intensity of what had just happened. You tried to shake it off, but the image of Ben’s hands on you, the way his breath hitched, kept replaying in your mind. Even with the door closed, the lingering heat of his touch seemed to follow you, and it felt like the air itself was charged, waiting for the next move. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly over or just the beginning.
Then, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Ben’s name flashed across the screen.
"Can't stop thinking about you. Wanna come over?"
Before you could even reply, another ding interrupted, another message from him.
"I'm not done with you yet. I wanna return the favor."
Your heart skipped a beat. The butterflies that had been swirling in your stomach all day suddenly intensified. You stared at the message, the words echoing in your head. What now?
The air around you felt charged with possibility. Your mind replayed every detail—the way his hands had gripped you, the feel of him under your touch. The playful banter and subtle teasing on the court seemed like distant memories now, replaced by the electric tension that hung between you both. You glanced down at your phone, fingers hovering over the screen, the decision clear as your pulse raced.
Without wasting another second, you tapped your response, your heart racing as you hit send.
The door clicked shut behind you as Ben pulled you inside, his grin playful but his gaze intense, dark with desire. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, sending a thrill through you. He pulled you closer, the air between you charged with anticipation. As you closed the distance, his lips were on yours again, urgent and heated. His hands roamed, sliding down to your waist, pulling you in even closer as the kiss deepened, the tension between you growing with every second.
The heat between you both grew as you made your way to the bedroom, his hands cradling your face, pulling you impossibly closer, while your hands traced the hard lines of his body—up his biceps, down to his abs. His body felt like fire under your touch. You undressed him slowly, every movement deliberate, as his eyes watched you with hunger. When he stood before you, only in his boxers, you paused, taking him in for a moment, the heat of the moment leaving no room for hesitation.
Ben sinks onto the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide, radiating that casual confidence that drives you wild. As you look down at him, a flicker of something catches your attention—he’s hard, and a single heartbeat pulses in your pussy, the air thickening with desire between you. His gaze is intense as he watches you, his hands flat on the bed beside him, palm-down, giving him an even more dominant presence. You can’t help but close the gap between you. He leans toward you, pulling you in with ease, his arms wrapping around you. You kiss him—slow at first, but the urgency builds. His hands squeeze your ass possessively, earning a soft gasp from you as your fingers tangle in his curls, tugging him closer.
You pull away, leaving just enough space between you, your breath ragged as you take a step back. Ben’s gaze follows you, darkening with desire as you start to undress. There’s a teasing smile on your lips, a playful challenge in your eyes as you slowly peel the fabric off, leaving only your underwear. His eyes flicker over you, drinking you in, and then he breathes out, "Damn, you're beautiful." A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, warmth spreading through you as his words hit their mark. But he says nothing more—he doesn’t have to. The unspoken tension speaks louder than anything.
Stepping closer to him, you place a hand on his chest, leaning in just enough to push him back lightly. You climb over him, straddling his lap with ease. The playfulness in your smile never leaves as you continue to push him down, watching as his back hits the mattress with a thud. “Are you going to return the favor, Ben?” you ask, your voice low, teasing, challenging.
Ben’s eyes meet yours, that familiar grin tugging at his lips, but this time there’s no denying what’s about to happen next. He leans in slightly, his voice low and teasing, "With pleasure."
You position yourself above his face, your heart racing as Ben hooks his finger into your underwear, sliding it aside with deliberate ease. He takes in your scent of desire, his gaze darkening with hunger. Ben’s fingers slide through your folds with deliberate care, his touch igniting a fire in your core. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, his eyes locked on yours, dark with desire. The first touch of his mouth on you has your head tilting back in pure pleasure, a soft gasp escaping your lips. His hands roam your body, caressing your thighs, gripping your hips, and sliding up your back, pulling you closer. Your fingers rake through his curls, as you move against his mouth. he moans against you, the vibration jolting through you and making you arch, your hips moving instinctively against his mouth.
As Ben's mouth works against you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body, you lean back slightly. Your hands move downward, finding the outline of his arousal through his boxers. A teasing smile plays on your lips as you fondle him, applying just enough pressure to make him groan against you. The sound vibrates through your core, making your back arch, the way his hips shift instinctively beneath your touch only fuels your desire. The air between you is thick with tension, each moment more electric than the last.
A breathless whisper escapes your lips, the words tumbling out without thought as waves of pleasure wash over you. “So good, Ben. So good,” you manage, your voice trembling with raw emotion, every syllable laced with the intensity of his touch.
Ben’s mouth continues its relentless work on you, every flick and pull of his lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Unable to stay still, your hand slips into his boxers, finding him hard and ready. You fondle him firmly, savoring the sharp intake of breath against you, the vibration of his groan reverberating through your core. His reactions spur you on, each sound a melody that urges your movements.
Taking your time, you free him from the confines of his boxers, wrapping your hand around him. Your strokes are slow at first, deliberate, coaxing more delicious sounds from his lips. His hips subtly shift under your touch, chasing the rhythm you’ve set. After a moment, you lift yourself, the anticipation palpable as you move down, aligning with him. With a shared gasp, you sink onto him, the moment electric as pleasure engulfs you both.
Ben’s head tilts back against the bed, his lips parting into a grin before a deep groan escapes him. “Fuck me. You’re so tight, baby” he breathes, his voice rough and filled with need. His hands instinctively find your waist, gripping firmly, his fingers pressing into your skin as if anchoring himself to the moment. His gaze briefly meets yours, dark and full of desire, before his head falls back again, his grin still lingering, lost in the overwhelming sensation of you. The way his body responds only fuels your movements further.
You move your hips against him, the pressure making him exhale a sharp breath as his gaze burns into you, and he murmurs, "That's it. Good girl," his voice a mix of praise and heat. His fingers slide up to wrap gently around your neck, pulling you closer until your lips collide in a fierce, consuming kiss. When you finally break apart, your breath mingling with his, your fingers finds his chain, and you tug on it lightly, earning a low groan from him. All the while, you continue moving against him, the tension between you mounting.
A tight pit forms in your lower stomach, the familiar heat building as you move against him. You can feel the pressure rising, your body aching for release, and you know Ben is close too. His arms tighten on your waist, his hips bucking uncontrollably beneath you, chasing his own peak. The intensity of it all pushes you to the edge, and you can't hold back any longer. You can feel his desperation, his need, and it only brings you closer to the edge, your heart racing in time with the rhythm between you.
Breathless, you gasp, “I’m so close, Ben.” Your body trembles, the pressure building as you move against him. Ben’s grip tightens, his voice rough when he responds, “Me too, baby” Just before you both reach the edge, he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him, his chest against yours as his breath comes in ragged gasps. As you both finish together, you hear his groans, low and needy, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. His sounds, those whines of pure ecstasy, make your stomach erupt with butterflies, heightening everything.
You lay in Ben’s arms, both of you intertwined as you struggled to catch your breath. His hold on you was firm yet tender, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on your back. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against yours, the rhythm calming you both as your body still buzzed with the aftermath of everything that had just transpired.
His fingers gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. Then, with a fistful of your hair, he tugged your head back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. His playful grin appeared as he took you in, his intense gaze never leaving you.
Spectacular! Give me 14 of em rn 😁 Kidding, but seriously, Léa is so cool already and Ben is sooo Ben. So excited to see where their story goes and I'm so invested in the slam journey. They are winning AO together, trust 🙏🏾 (they probably won't but it's ok, I'll be seated no matter what)
thank you so much for your kind words ! i’m so happy you’re enjoying léa and ben so far, and i’m really trying my best to capture ben’s personality and mannerisms authentically. i always try to think about how he’d react in any given situation—whether it’s his playful side or the more sincere moments—so your feedback means a lot!
also i do have some news… i’ve been rethinking the direction of the story. as much as i love writing léa’s gameplay, i’m starting to feel like it might not be what most readers want to see. i feel like, they might prefer a more brief mention of her tennis matches and would rather focus more on the interactions between léa and ben, which i totally get ! i want to make sure i’m creating something that resonates with you all, so i’m going to revise the story a bit to shift the focus more toward their relationship and less on detailed match descriptions. so yeah !
and thanks again for your support—it really means the world to me !
