A/N: I wrote this for my bestie that was having a bad day. Sam is the NSA agent that monitors our messages. It’s an ongoing joke ;-)
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Red Whip - Silencer of Men: Sam is at it again
Giggle Tea: SAM! AHHHH!!!
Giggle Tea: What he do now
Red Whip - Silencer of Men: Sent me a flight confirmation email right after I told you I need a vacation
Giggle Tea: Dang it Sam! Stop twiddling her vacation berries. It’s not nice
Red Whip - Silencer of Men: I hate you so much
Giggle Tea: You love me
Red Whip - Silencer of Men: I don’t
Shaking her head, although reluctantly smiling at her best friend, McKay got back to work. Their small conversations throughout the day were always a needed distraction. But inevitably they would end and she was left with her thoughts. Releasing a weighty sigh, McKay hoped it would ease some of the tension in her shoulders that was slowly creeping into her neck. She had been doing it a lot lately. God, she needed a break.
Rolling over from another restless sleep, McKay grasped blindly for her phone. The insistent buzzing was getting to be rather annoying. Cracking an eye open to the bright display, a lazy smile rolled onto her lips. Just the sight of his name sends tingles to her extremities and a heart constricting warmth blooms in her chest. After hitting the ‘answer’ button, McKay snuggles deeper into her covers and puts the phone to her ear.
“Hey-woah.”
Ben’s breath hitches as he sinks further into his chair. Her voice is still heavy with sleep and all too adorable. How he wishes he could witness it in person. Blankets wrapped around them. Her soft breath tickling his neck. Curls bouncing in every direction. Gently waking her by smoothing the creases on her cheek made by the pillow. And being rewarded with that lovely contented smile when she finally opened her eyes and saw him. To say he missed her was a mere shadow of the deep longing he felt.
“Good morning, Love.” The deep richness of Ben’s voice instantly calms her. His voice is so soft, warm. It’s exactly how he sounds when he wakes her from a sweet slumber. Her eyes still shut. Cocooned in the warmth of the covers and his exposed skin. Legs tangled together amongst the sheets. His clean scent filling her nose. Soothing strokes of his finger upon her cheek. Hearing his gentle greeting mixed with the steady thump of his heart beat. Fluttering her eyes open. Smiling at spending yet another day with the most precious gift she’s ever received. Her heart aches with an inner desperation only his presence can relieve. Closing her eyes, McKay tightens the blankets surrounding her yet again, eager to be enveloped by even this small piece of him. “Did I wake you?”
“Yea,'' McKay says, with a yawn, “but I don’t care.”
Chuckling lowly, “I know you don’t but you need your rest”. A large part of their relationship has always consisted of persuading McKay to go to sleep. She declares it’s a waste of time even when their conversations are reduced to more yawns than actual words. Although, he can’t blame her. Each hour sleeping is an hour closer to goodbye.
“But not as much as I want to talk to you.”
“And I you. That's why I'm calling so early. Did you get the email with your flight details?”
“My what?” McKay asks, now fully awake.
“The email I forwarded about your flight tonight.”
The long silence on the end of the line is very telling.
“Did you delete it again?” A smile radiating from his voice. “You do it every time I try to surprise you.”
Furiously scrolling through her trash box, “I thought it was Sam!”
“Don’t worry, Love. I'll resend it. Take a look when you get up. You have plenty of time to get ready.”
Sadly, Mckay has an inkling that their conversation is coming to a close.
“Do you have to go?” Her voice is so small, hesitant. Ben can hear the soft rustle of her blankets. Her legs no doubt started to twitch and bounce. She’s fighting every cell in her body to not ask him for more time. She hates to sound needy and the last thing she wants to do is pressure him.
But Ben is already silently cursing himself. This was supposed to be a happy call. “Yes. I’m incredibly sorry. I’m already late for an appointment.”
“Ok,” disappointment evident in her hushed tone.
He has to make this better somehow. Using the same hushed tone but warmed by his deep-seated affection, “Just think, my love. We’ll be together in less than 18 hours. No interruptions, no distractions. Just us.”
And that’s what McKay did. After receiving the email with the flight details, a second email came as well. She could tell it was written in haste, probably in a cabbie on the way to a meeting. It was simple, to the point. It boiled down to, ‘I love you. I miss you. I will always need you.’ It’s exactly what she needed to hear. Her implicit love and renewed excitement propelled her through cleaning, hair washing, and eventually packing. Her flight was of course First Class with all the amenities. Ben never skipped an opportunity to spoil his woman. She is ‘The Woman’ after all.
So much excitement and anticipation tired McKay out. She was knocked out the moment the plane reached cruising altitude. After she retrieved her bags at baggage claim, she made her way to arrivals. Her feet carried her at double time toward the man holding the placard reading ‘Mrs. Payne’. He recognizes her immediately and greets her with a wide smile. She abruptly halts. Although he’s roughly the same height and build, he most certainly is not Ben.
Extending his hand, "Hello Mrs. Payne. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m your driver for the evening." McKay takes his hand, eager to know why Ben isn't here to meet her. "Mr. Cumberbatch has just a few more appointments", her face visibly drops, disheartened. Rushing to console her, "But Mr. Cumberbatch has assured me he's not far behind."
Mckay nods forlornly and follows the man to the awaiting car. In his conversational babbling, she learns his name is Christopher. After stowing her bags in the boot, McKay slides into the car. Sighing, she leans her head back against the headrest.
A rumbling baritone voice is heard across from her. “Hello darling.” Adrenaline coursing through her veins, she snaps to attention searching for the disembodied voice. Peeking out of the partition is her one and only Ben. He smiles that goofy grin of his and disappears.
“What!” McKay says, frantically looking at all the windows and doors. When the right door opens, her breath is stolen. This is not the polished Ben of red carpets and premieres. No, this is just Ben. The jeans he grabs pastries in, a random shirt of unknown origin, his favorite scarf from 4 anniversaries ago, topped with a worn tweed cap. It’s McKay’s absolute favorite Ben. She lunges for him before he’s completely in the car. They’re a toppled mess of limbs and neither could care less, desperate to touch every piece of the other.
Once they righted themselves, Ben brushes her curls behind her ear and gently holds her face in his slender fingers. He has so much he wants to say, so much he wants to share with the world he has cradled in his hands. But each and every syllable has died on his tongue. They dissolved the moment he chose to look into her eyes then travel down to the heavenly plains of her lips. The spell was cast and he lacked the power to retreat. A simper rolled onto his lips as he slowly drew her in. He kissed her deeply, thoroughly, until they remembered oxygen was a necessity.
Pulling back, McKay catches her breath. Her entire body is buzzy and delicious. Senses heightened but somehow calm. She notices that Ben’s hat is askew and reaches to straighten it. But it’s Ben that takes it off completely. He smiles to himself, knowing she can’t resist what comes next. McKay cards her fingers through his silken tresses, thrilled when his curls spring back.
“Your hair’s growing back.” She says, with an almost holy reverence. She pulls another curl closest to his crown and giggles when it bounces back into place. Ben beams at her unparalleled joy.
“My god I’ve missed you.” He kisses her forehead and she sighs against him. McKay clutches his arm and rests on his shoulder for the remainder of their journey.
They reach their cabin a little after nightfall. The air is crisp and clean but the short walk from the car to the door makes it clear it’s very cold. Ben uncharacteristically goes in first, quickly switching on the lights. When McKay walks through the threshold, she’s dazzled by the tiny twinkling lights strewn delicately around the living room. Blankets and pillows make every surface plush and cozy. It’s like walking into the perfect cup of earl grey. After Ben puts the bags in the bedroom, he returns to find McKay leisurely walking around, lightly touching whatever object calls to her. She picks up a throw off the back of the couch and sinks her fingers into its soft fibers, perfect for snuggles. A familiar scent tickles her nose and she lifts the blanket to her nose. It smells of jasmine. Ben thought of every detail. Love blooms in her as she replaces the throw and looks for her husband.
He stands in the doorway, patiently watching her take in all the small touches he thought she’d love. Each and every smile they elicit is another treasured memory. She starts to slink over to Ben seductively but loses her coordination halfway there. They laugh together as she seductively shuffles over to him. She places her hands on his chest, looking up through her lashes.
With sincere appreciation, “It’s perfect.”
Ben wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. Nuzzling her nose, “You’re perfect.”
McKay bounces on her toes and places a loud kiss on his neck. “So, what’s next.”
“Well Mrs. Cumberbatch”, he never tires of calling her that and she never tires of hearing it, “would you like to eat a venable feast that I will prepare or would you like to take a moment to relax with the bath of your dreams?”
“Bath. Definitely bath.”
A knowing smile graces Ben’s lips. “It’s already running. Go relax my love.” McKay can’t wait to see what awaits her in the bathroom but realizes Ben has no intention of joining her. She pouts. Tipping her chin up with his knuckle, “Never fear. There’ll be plenty of time for that.” He kisses her nose sweetly before releasing her but his tone was anything but.
Yes, Ben started the bath but he said nothing about the pillar candles flickering, soothing music echoing, or decorative bowl of bath bombs. He even laid out a pair of soft jammies beside her towel. Her whole bath experience was perfect but she had a hankering for a certain ginger. Also, she was hungry.
Coming into the living room, she surveyed the scene and found she wasn’t quite ready to disturb it. Ben sits on the couch, book in hand. The flames from the fire he’s started dances along his reading glasses. He gently turns a page, lolling his head to the side in concentration. Oh, to be that book. A perfect curl falls onto his forehead. He tries to swipe it away but the gesture is futile. He must be using the products McKay recommended.
A contented sigh rolls from her lips, catching Ben’s attention. He looks over the couch, a smile springing onto his lips. Looking at the woman leaning against the door frame, his face drops. She is not wearing what he laid out. The blue silk top and shorts hang elegantly off her figure. On any color chip this blue could be overlooked as ordinary or basic. Ben would agree. But this is his favorite shade. It's not about the color itself. It's about this particular shade of blue against her porcelain skin. She becomes a mythical creature only found in the most imaginative minds or in pages of ancient texts. She’s a fairy or nymph glowing brighter than the fire before him. Ben never believed in magic until he met her.
Swallowing, he offers his hand. “Join me.”
She walks over to him, never feeling as beautiful as when Ben looks at her. He slides onto the floor and Mckay sits between his legs. On the coffee table before them is every sweet and savory horderve she could ever want, paired with two different wines. They eat and drink, talking of everything and nothing. Ben laughs heartily into her back when McKay falls in love with a particular cheese, although it's rather ordinary.
“What? It’s really good!” She proclaims.
Ben absentmindedly draws small circles on her thigh. He hasn’t said much but has that derpy grin on his face. He loves to listen to her talk. Her ideas about the world, her balance of compassion and justice, her creativity. Ben wants to hear it all. He hears a good portion but before long, McKay draws him out. Now it’s her turn to be in awe. Ben speaks of the projects that he’s most excited about. He tries his hardest not to drop any spoilers but it’s inevitable when he gets excited. There are two charities he’s thinking about supporting but he’s doing his research and due diligence first.
“Hey, switch with me.” McKay says, after the food is mostly gone and they are both in that relaxed, satisfied post-food coma. McKay sits against the couch and Ben lay his head in her lap. She lovingly outlines his chiseled jaw with her finger. Tippling his chin up, McKay kisses along his jaw and cheek. Ben smiles, taking in every touch as if it’s their first. HIs heart begins to beat faster and faster. It always does. Once she finds his lips, his pulse skyrockets. McKay feels it ricocheting under her palm as she grabs a fist of his shirt. She explores with a hunger of refined skill and precision. Ben can only hold on for dear life. But once he buries his hand in her curls, changing the angle to deepen the kiss, Mckay loses all grasp of reality.
Fireworks crackle behind her eyes and she could swear she was floating. Slowly pulling back and unfurling his shirt from her hand, they both pant softly. “Now, what were you saying?” Smiling up at her, he continues. Before long, Ben stops mid sentence, a moan rolling from his lips. This woman is trying to kill him. McKay started massaging his scalp. Through thorough experimentation, she found the perfect amount of pressure and rhythm to make Ben come undone. She eases up a little so he can continue speaking.
When her hands completely still, he looks up to see her eyes brighten in wonder. Gasping, she eases Ben off her lap and scampers off the floor. She trips on the side of the carpet with a yelp but rights herself before she gets to the window. The night sky swirls with indescribable colors. Greens bend into pinks and purples into oranges. They shimmer in unison with the skill of a well practiced painter. Who knew you could see Aurora Borealis from the Swiss Alps? Ben did. Of course he did.
Ben comes behind her, wrapping her tightly in his arms. They both stand in awe of the magnificence right outside their window. But Ben is infinitely more in awe of the woman in his arms. He traces her exposed shoulder with his nose. McKay squirms a touch at the sensation. He leaves butterfly kisses on her shoulder and neck, feather light. She releases a breath at the intimate gesture, the inner sting of yearning slowly starting to ease.
Mckay turns in his arms, nuzzling against his cheek. “Thank you for this. It's literally exactly what I needed.”
“A romantic getaway?”
“No.” She says, pulling away. “You. I just need you.”
Requested by @narsissisticcracker: Benedict x Reader fic based on the quote from Ben: "Pull the hair on my head the wrong way, and I would be on my knees begging for mercy. I have very sensitive follicles." no smut please just lots of fluff and kissing, makeout scene. With the hair pulling.....Yeah.
Pairing: Benedict x reader
Word count: 1.184
Warnings: None.
A/N: Some fluff for the cumberbitches.
Enjoy!
Benedict was always busy with work. His multiple roles were demanding, and his professionalism and fine manners were also a huge influence to his need of being early to work every single day and leaving until everybody was done working – which means he was the last one to leave.
(Y/N) knew it was important for him, that every character had a big space in his humongous heart. From the Frankenstein Monster, to a dragon in a castle, all the way to a consultant detective. Benedict loved them all, and was willing to give his whole to them.
She missed him, but she never said anything, because she didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend to discourage her partner just because she wants more attention. Besides, whenever he had free time, Benedict would dedicate solely it to her.
He was the most loving boyfriend in the world. His kind heart and warm soul were more than enough to make her day better just by giving her a boyish grin every morning. He would come home, willing to cuddle with her in spite of being extremely tired, and during the weekend he would wake up early to make her breakfast – which they would eat in bed – and he always had little details; like tiny gifts from his trips, or flowers just because they were pretty, or he would take her out for dinner, or suggest to stay home and re-watch her favourite TV shows. Benedict loved her, and he liked to show it through small actions like so.
Benedict would also call her through video call every night whenever he was out of town. That week, Ben had gone out to Italy to the press tour of his brand new movie. (Y/N) had to stay for work, so she couldn’t join him, but was patiently waiting for him to come back and stay home for a whole week of rest.
“Hello, love.” She greeted as Ben’s face appeared on the screen. The man instantly smiled.
“Hiiii!” He chanted, waving his hand.
“How’s Italy?” She asked.
“Italian.” Benedict joked, and they couldn’t help but to laugh. Those video calls were usually simple as hell, and so they would laugh at everything and anything. “Italy is fine; it’s gorgeous, as usual, but it’s not the same without you.”
“I miss you too, my dear.” She said. Benedict nodded, and (Y/N) caught a tiny glimpse of his background – he was outside. “Why aren’t you at the hotel?”
“Too loud.” Benedict replied instantly, “The whole cast and staff decided it is an amazing day to celebrate the release of the film.”
“Well, it wouldn’t hurt you to celebrate with them.” She suggested.
“I wanted to be with you.” Ben mumbled, “I can’t wait to be on holiday so we can spend it together without any interruption.”
“I know, me too.” She whispered as her eyes watered slightly.
“But it will be very soon. Oh, hello, Mrs. Trent.” Ben greeted their neighbour. “As I was saying, it will be very soon.”
“Yes… Wait a second.” Her eyes widened and Benedict chuckled at her reaction. “Are you really here?”
“Just open the door, England is freezing compared to Italy.” He didn’t have to ask her twice. (Y/N) jumped out of bed, leaving the laptop there, and ran outside to the door.
She opened it and Benedict wasn’t there.
“Ben?” She called sadly. Maybe it was just a joke, or maybe she was dreaming…
Someone grabbed her shoulder and she jumped. “Took you long enough… I used the back door.” Benedict said and (Y/N) punched him playfully due to him scaring her, and then jumped to his arms.
“I missed you so much!” She cried.
“I miss you too, my dear.” Benedict whispered in her ear and then started leaving kisses to the top of her head, all the way down to her lips. He inhaled her smell, held her tightly and kissed her. He had missed her so much, and now he was complete.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were here?” She inquired as she pulled slightly away from his lips.
“I wanted to surprise you,” he said and kissed her again, “the rest week got extended but we weren’t sure so” kiss, “I decided not to tell you until I was here.”
“That was bloody brilliant, you idiot.” She joked and then they continue to kiss.
His lips satisfied her thirst. Having Benedict back in her arms, earlier than expected, was such a pleasing feeling that it could not be compared to anything palpable in this world. Her passion, her need for him, instantly showed as she deepened the kiss, stroking her hands around his shoulders and neck, all the way up to his short hair.
She tangled her fingers in his soft locks, needing to touch every inch of his body just to know that he was real. She forgot Benedict had sensitive follicles, and so she twirled a playful finger around a particular soft spot and pulled slightly.
In a matter of seconds, Benedict was knelt down on the floor, begging her to stop. The sudden realization fell into her like an ice cold water filled bucket; she let go of his hair, placing her hands behind her.
“Oh my God, Ben I’m so sorry!” She whined, kneeling to be at the same level as him. Benedict didn’t reply. “Ben, I forgot, I’m sorry… I missed you so much I… I just… I have no excuse, but I’m so so sorry…”
“It’s fine.” He muttered in a voice tone that was everything but fine.
“No, no it’s not. I’m sorry!” She insisted. Benedict’s head fell to the front, finding her shoulder as a comfortable support. (Y/N) was careful enough not to touch his hair again, but rather caressing his back. “I’m sorry…”
They remained in that same positions for a while until the pain in Benedict’s head disappeared. Soon after, Benedict started giggling frantically.
“What is so funny?!” She inquired as she pulled away to have a better look of him.
“I don’t know, there’s something I find funny about this situation…” Benedict continued to laugh, “I wanted to surprise you… Being a romancer and… And now we’re on the floor and I was begging for mercy and…” He couldn’t finish his phrase.
(Y/N) stared in a dumbfounded look. “How can you possibly find that funny?”
“I don’t know!” Benedict responded, “All I know is that I’m happy in spite of it.”
“Yeah, well, at least someone is.” She replied sassily and threatened to stand up, but before she could Benedict dragged her to the floor, straddling her lap to keep her still and locking his lips with hers.
“I’m sorry, I can’t be mad right now.” Benedict whispered over her lips, “I just want this night to be perfect.”
“It won’t be after my massive mess up.” She rolled her eyes.
“I think we can still save it.” Benedict cocked and eyebrow and pinned her hands to the floor using his.
Then, he kissed her once more, softly and slowly, since there was no hurry anymore.
STOP ME FROM NAMING MY OWN FICS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Requested by anon: Hi! Can you write a smutty one shot with Ben Hotbatch😍where he's had a nightmare&the reader comforts him&they have sex(he's like sitting on the bed, against the headboard, she's straddling him etc.
Pairing: Benedict Cumberbatch x reader
Word count: 1,544
Warnings: Smut - unprotected.
A/N: This had twelve votes! Wow. Also, I may have written Sherlock instead of Benedict, and I apologize for that because honestly I checked it but I’m sure there are more than two of them that I didn’t notice.
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Running, running fast; running from the beast. How had he had gotten there?
The forest was dark and it smelled like rotten flesh. The little drizzle of rain falling blurred his vision and made the ground even more slippery. He could feel the mud under his bare feet.
The beast howled and it sounded so close he could’ve sworn it was just behind him. He had to escape, he had to save himself; but in that deep, never ending forest, the beast had an advantage.
He tumbled with a thick branch right in the middle of his path. The wet mud splattered all over his face, blinding him for a few precious seconds. He tried to walk back up, but both of his legs were bleeding, and the best was already around the corner.
The last thing he saw were those big, red eyes shining among the darkness of the forest. The smell of rain drowned him as the beast took its prize: His life.
“Ben?” She called once more, shaking him slightly to wake him up. Benedict jumped out of the bed, accidentally stumbling with the cable of the night lamp and falling to the floor. “Benedict!” She exclaimed, getting up from the bed to help him up.
“What happened?” He inquired, using the gorgy sleepy voice she loved dearly.
“You were having a nightmare… Are you all right?” She asked, helping him get up.
“I believe so… Yes.” He nodded.
(Y/N) guided him to the bed before joining him. She pulled him into her arms; his head was resting over her chest and his arms around her waist. She was stroking his short hair slowly, as she steadied her breath in hope that he would match his own to hers.
“What were you dreaming about?” She inquired softly after a while.
“I was being chased…” He muttered lowly.
“Again?” She sighed and Ben nodded. “I’d like to blame the paparazzi now, thank you very much.”
Benedict chuckled. “It’s part of the job…”
“A part that’s taking away your mental health.” She insisted angrily.
“I was already a bit looney, don’t you think?” He inquired playfully as he looked up at her and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Yes, but at least you rested enough.” She breathed out. Benedict smiled warmly at her and leaned forward to leave a soft kiss over her lips.
“You worry too much.” He whispered.
“Ben…” She gave him a stern glare.
“I’ll find a way to fix it, I promise.” He said, “We should probably get back to sleep now.”
“Yes, probably… I mean it’s around five am…” She joked and Benedict giggled.
They got back to their designed places of the bed and tried to fall back asleep in vain. Benedict was still too anxious about his nightmare, because the feeling of paranoia was still palpable in his body; on the other hand, (Y/N) was still worried for him, and couldn’t fall back asleep until he was snoring once more.
“I can’t sleep.” He mumbled.
“Me neither…” She confessed and turned around to meet his eyes.
“Don’t worry about me, love.” Ben begged, “I’ll just go out and walk, maybe go buy breakfast… That’ll get me tired enough to sleep.”
“I don’t want you to leave again… Not at this time in the morning, and definitely not to encounter more of those camera-monsters.” She whined.
“You always find funny names for them.” He observed, caressing her cheeks softly with a warm hand.
“Ben, I’m serious…” She begged, “Please stay here.”
“Unless you find a way to tire us both to fall back asleep… We’re going to stay awake until later tonight.” Ben insisted.
(Y/N) pouted but kept her stance. She didn’t like it when he left the house so early, and no matter what Benedict said, she would make him stay in bed until it was a decent time to get up.
“Remember the John Lennon documentary we watched the other day?” She inquired.
“Please tell me you won’t make me watch it again.” Benedict joked.
“No.” She rolled her eyes mockingly, “His ex-girlfriend mentioned something about running a marathon, remember?”
“Oh yes, she said that John told her that se… Oh.” Benedict gave her a cheeky glance and (Y/N)’s insides shivered in anticipation.
“What do you say we run a marathon, Benedict?” She whispered seductively.
Benedict pulled her over his lap in one swift move. Their lips found each other, kissing passionately. Their hands touched every inch of skin, stimulating every possible part.
She took off her night gown, which resulted in her being almost completely exposed to him. She then removed Ben’s shirt and so both of them were topless, but covered by the lower underwear. She kissed him a bit longer; Benedict could feel his lips tickling under hers.
(Y/N) moved a bit in order to take her panties off, and Benedict used that extra time to do the same with his boxers. They were excited, hurried and, above all, horny as Hell.
Without any second thoughts, (Y/N) was sitting on Ben’s lap. He was resting his back and head against the headboard as she grinded over his throbbing cock. Her hands were firm on his shoulders as she swayed back and forth – teasing him.
She was wet, and the sensation of her made Ben shiver, however, it wasn’t quite what he needed. With strong hands, he held her hips and lifted them just enough for him to adjust to her entrance.
“You’re impatient.” She commented flirtingly.
“And you’re a tease.” He snapped back before pulling her down on his shaft. (Y/N) let out a loud moan and her head fell slightly back.
“Ben…” She purred, recovering her senses for a second.
“(Y/N).” He purred back, capturing her lips in a soft kiss to compensate the roughness in his actions.
She started tracing circles with her hips, Benedict moaned slightly every so often and his eyes were fixed on her. She was gorgeous, and the dim light from the street shining over her now sweaty skin created the most beautiful, yet sensual, aura he had ever imagined.
“You’re gorgeous.” He whispered before pulling her in for yet another passionate kiss.
The intimacy they were sharing was making him dizzy. The delicateness of her movements and the softness of her skin, added to the addicting smell of her skin and the feeling of her tight grip over his shoulder were making Benedict feel drunk.
Benedict felt warm inside of her. She was wet and welcoming, stretching just enough around him, and the pulsations of her vulva against his skin were making it hard for him to hold for very much longer.
She kept eye contact with him, and it was hard considering she felt every twitch of him. She leaned closer, feeling her chest against his, and moved faster, up and down, trying to find her high.
Benedict held her hips, guiding her in the right speed. He felt her hard nipples brushing against his skin, as her breasts bounced along with her. Her head was nuzzled against the crook of his neck, sucking tiny marks that would not go un-noticed by the paparazzi.
Her walls clenched around him, and his head fell back and his eyes shut down as a loud groan left his lips. He tightened the grip around her waist and slammed her against his pelvis over and over, quicker than before. She whined close to his ear, and traced red lines on his shoulders and down his back as she felt him taking away her control.
Benedict moved his hips upwards as he continued to guide her. He needed that release as much as she needed hers.
The springs of the mattress squeaked under them as the headboard crashed against the wall with each thrust. The once quiet room was now filled with moans and blasphemies from both of them. Their skin was sticky, and the sound it made when their hips connected was more than enough proof of that.
Benedict chocked on his own moan as he came. (Y/N) followed him half a second after. She hid her face in the crook of his neck as she got her orgasm. Benedict felt her clenching around him, as she dripped all over him. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel every last bit of it inside of her. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other one started.
They were panting and their heart beats were beating rapidly. Benedict held her tightly until she could move normally, and yet she stayed there.
Benedict chuckled. “What is so funny?” She inquired.
“I never thought I’d say this but… I wish I had nightmares more often.” HE confessed and (Y/N) chuckled.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” She asked, pulling slightly away to see him face to face.
“Only if we can stay in bed all day.” He flirted, “Because that was intense.”
She chuckled then. “Deal.”
Benedict pulled her back to his arms. (Y/N) felt him softening inside her, yet she didn’t move; instead, they cuddled right there. Benedict was stroking her messy hair and she was tracing spirals on his chest.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” He whispered before finally drifting off to a nightmare-less, well-deserved sleep.
