─ 𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 ´-
benedict bridgerton x male reader
𝚂𝚈𝙽𝙾𝙿𝚂𝙸𝚂: you and benedict have a complex relationship. he is an upper-class gentleman, and you are nothing but a lower-class servant. given the times, he knows he shouldn't but he can't help but want you and he always manages to get what he wants.
𝙵𝙳𝙽𝙸 + 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 ─ “𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠”
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂: dirty talk, spit kink, fingering, anal play, no-hands cumming.
I've always admired the Bridgerton family. They gave me a job when I needed one most, took me in when everyone else just slammed their doors in my face, everyone else practically spat on the ground I walked on purely because I was a class below them... but not the Bridgertons. However, there was one Bridgerton in particular that I took interest in; Mr. Benedict Bridgerton. There is no one as kind, humble and... well as sexy as him, I masterbate nightly to the thought of him. Whether it's a simple hand graze that happens earlier that day or us momentarily locking eyes while I was busy scrubbing the floorboards, no matter how big or small it was certainly enough for me cum over.
It is definitely not one sided either, Benedict was all over me when I first started working as a servant in the house. He would make sure to always be in whatever room I was cleaning and always made sure to complain about how hot it was and that would normally be the excuse he would use to unbutton his shirt just enough to show off his chest, which doesn't seem like a lot.. but to me that was perfectly enough to have me swooning over him. But all of this would only happen when no one else was around, which wasn't that often. This went on for months until one night, when everyone was asleep, we ran into eachother on the staircase. We didn't have to say a word to one another to know what was about to go down in this stairwell.
all that pent up energy would be enough to send anyone over the edge, especially two extremely horny men.
“...Benedict, we can't.” I quietly mumble out as his face is inches from my own. He gently rests his forehead against my own as my eyes slowly flutter up to meet his, and I'm just pulled into his trance. I can't look away, I can't move. My body is frozen, trapped by his, but im exactly where I want to be. Benedict's hand slowly slides up my body, sending shivers down my spine. He finally reaches my mouth, and he gently caresses my lower lip with his thumb.
“I know you can't resist this.” he mumbles quietly in my ear as he ever so slightly pushes his thumb past my pink lips and into my mouth where he teases the tip of my tongue. My body tingling all over... especially my dick, my underwear feels like it swimming in my pre-cum, leaking like a facet and Mr. Bridgerton has hardly even touched me yet.
There's a deep sense of lust in the pit of my stomach that needs to be dug out by a certain man's appendage, but not now and definitely not on the stairs in his home where his family could appear round any corner. “You're so handsome.” Benedict coos in my ear as he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and stares at me for a moment before gently putting them into his own mouth.
After Benedict has sucked my spit off his fingers and coated it with his own, he pulls it out and reaches around my body as he slides down into the back of my trousers, into my underwear as he slick, wet fingers caresses my tight pucker gently pushing in. My hands reach up and grip his shoulders as I gasp out in pain, which slowly subsides and turns into a deep feeling of pleasure. “B-Benedict” I coo out as my knees become weak.
Benedict wiggles his index and pointer finger, edging them further into my asshole curling it just enough that it gently presses against the sweet spot that hasn't ever been touched. “Fuck... you're so tight” he whispers in my ear, enjoying how speechless I have become, I am completely trapped against him. Benedict has complete control over my pleasure, which is something he extremely enjoying.
He keeps his fingers curling back and forth in my ass while he brings his free hand up to my face as he caresses my chin. “Open wide.” he says in his usual low whisper, making sure not to make too much noise in case someone is nearby. I don't even think about it, my body just naturally obeys his command, that's the hold he has over me. He places his thumb against my lower lip as he spits in my mouth, “good boy.” he says with a smug smirk on his face. I immediately swallow every last drop of his sweet spit, wishing he would do it again... and again, and again.
Benedict starts to curl his fingers at a much faster pace, pushing deeper and deeper against my g-spot that causes a sweet sensation to run through my entire body. “o-oh my” I stutter out as I grip his shoulder as I grind my clothed dick against his own hardened groin. “B-Benedict” I let out a quiet whimper as I gasp for air as a knot in my stomach tightens as I come undone all in my underwear. My knees become weak as I ride that orgasmic sensation.
i've never been touched like this before.
Benedict pulls his fingers out of my ass slowly with a slight pop sound which makes us both laugh. He brings his two fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean, “I love how good you taste.” he bites his lip softly before stepping back, giving me more room as I breathe heavily.
that sensation is something I wont ever forget.
Benedict grabs his hard cock and smirks, “Maybe another time you could... you know” he chuckles slightly before leaning in and pecking my lips softly before pulling away once more. There's a moment of silence between the two of us, his eyes flicker up and down my body before he makes eye contact again, “...tomorrow, nine o'clock. i'll pick you up and take you to My Cottage... and I promise you it'll be a night you'll never forget.” he says with that smug smile again, he knows exactly what he does to me. the control he has over me... he knows all of this, so, of course I say yes.
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