Ruin the Friendship
Fandom: Bridgerton
Summary: As the spinster chaperone of your youngest sister, you find yourself in desperate need of some fresh air. It does not take long for your best friend, Benedict Bridgerton, to find you.
Length: 2.4k
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Content Warnings: friends to lovers, fingering, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, orgasm, vaginal sex.
a/n: I am back girlies
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The first draw of fresh air spreads deep into your lungs, the night air cool and a little damp. Dewed grass tickles to tops of your feet up under your gown, you look up to the faint sparkling stars in the sky and thank them for your finding this old spot of respite. Now, seven and twenty, you were finally free; or so at least you had thought, though you accompanied your youngest sister as her chaperone. She had begged and begged you not to leave her fate solely up to your mother, so here you were, on a swing in the Bridgerton house garden. The music and merriment of Lady Bridgerton’s masquerade ball echoed across the field, surely the cold and solitude were far more endurable than the deafening pressures of society. Turning away from the house, giving yourself slight momentum, you giggled lightly – it had been many, many years since you had found yourself on children’s swings.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” A familiar voice rang out behind you. You need not turn to know who.
“Mr. Bridgerton, you are going to cause your poor mother a heart attack one of these days” you said lightly. Benedict gave a laugh and sat beside you on the opposing swing.
“How did you know I was here to hide from my mother?” Benedict asked, a hint of sarcasm trailing his words.
“Well Ben, you are always hiding from your mother. You have been since you could walk.”
“It is true,” Benedict sighed, lighting a cigarette and drawing in deeply, “Though this year I do think she means to corner me with the bishop and hold my hand to some boring debutantes’ until he says, ‘I now pronounce you…’”. His voice was missing that airy quality it had always had. Something about him seemed more somber than normal, perhaps the pressure was affecting him the same way it had you.
His arm outstretched to pass over the cigarette, and you took it willingly, even if your mother cursed you in the carriage home for having done something so unladylike. Benedict had been your closest friend for your whole life; your mothers’ having grown up together and been lifelong friends themselves. He was your greatest secret keeper and confidant and you, his.
“Do you think my mother will ever understand that there is more to life than high society and getting married?” He asked as you drew in, choking on the smoke at his ridiculous question. You threw him a well-meaning glower. “No, right. You are right, of course she will not. None of them ever will. It sometimes feels like no one will ever be able to understand me” He blinked solemnly down to the grass.
You drew again and passed the cigarette back to Benedict, with a gentle graze of your finger against his cool hand. With glassy eyes, head turned, he took the cigarette and gave the softest, knowing smile. “Well, maybe not no one” He corrected, that same glazed, serene look fell over you. It made you shiver when he looked at you like that. The moment held for longer than it ever had before, and without a moment of thought, you bound forward and planted a resounding and forceful kiss onto your best friends’ lips. What shocked and surprised you was not only did Benedict not retreat, but he also returned your kiss and turned it into something much deeper and appreciative. You sensed something beneath the surface that needed this, in yourself but also in Ben. His hands moved to the ropes either side of your body, pulling the swing to stability as his lips crashed over yours. Your heart thumped so hard in your ears you thought the music may have turned it up a notch. In the dizzying haze, Benedict nipped and kissed gently at your lower lip, slowly parting just enough to open your eyes and see him staring back at you.
Warm breath in the cool air spread between you in slight breathlessness and Benedict’s eyes turned to sureness as he reached for your hand and dared you to go with him. There was not a second you had ever given a thought when it came to Benedict and tonight was no different than the last twenty years had been. You placed your gloved hand fervently in his and braced as he pulled you up off the swing and ran excitedly across the field of green, hidden in shadows and headed toward the line of carriages in front of Bridgerton house.
The ride in the carriage felt like mere moments, Benedict’s mouth never left your skin. You had thought about moments like this ever since you were a young lady, holding this crush on your best friend so close to your chest, so that no one would ever know.
After helping you out of the carriage and showing you inside, Benedict scrambled ahead of you walking up the stairs to his room. There was good cause for his mother to be after him the way she had been. You knew he had his own lodgings, at this age, but had never been to visit. After all, he was a bachelor and a well-rumored rake about the ton. Even as a spinster, it would have impacted your younger sisters’ fates in society had you ever been seen here. Benedict knocked things from your way, threw clothes across the room and blankets over fallen wine glasses and signs of debauchery past. You tried to hide your shock with a small smile, but it potentially looked more nervous than not.
“Do you not entertain the idea of staff?” You whispered to Benedict smarmily.
“I do have staff… Sometimes… They aren’t here right now” Benedict laughed, “Why are you whispering?”.
It did not even occur to you that you were, but it did feel like sneaking around, which was not a bad feeling at all. The two of you had always been naughty children, sneaking off and getting into trouble your mamas would have to quell and punish you for. This felt like days long gone.
“I am whispering because I was not sure if we were alone” You uttered anxiously, reaching Benedict’s bedroom. This room was slightly neater, the bed made and curtains drawn for the evening, candelabras and fireplace lit in preparation for the master’s homecoming. The light cast an intimate glow over the furniture and a fiercely warm brilliance over Benedict’s face. The way he looked at you now was undoubtedly affectionate, but with a difference, far more longing rest within his gaze.
You shut the door, backed against it and splayed your hands to the wood, attempting to ground yourself as your heart beat to a mind-boggling tempo. Your breath quickened and all with a simple look. Slowly, Ben took steps towards you, his eyes holding yours, it was as if he had his own gravitational field, pulling you in. Sure enough, he had you leaving the safety of the door and drawing into his arms.
“May I remove your gloves?” He asked surely, gently. With a single nod, Benedicts fingers slid under the hem of the left glove and slid it down your arm with a tedious slowness that made your skin erupt in goose bumps. Holding your gaze, he lifted your right hand to his lips, planting small kisses along the satin before taking the tip of material of a finger into his mouth and pulling the glove away. You swallowed hard, eyebrows knitting together as you thought to yourself, I am in too deep.
Benedict pressed his mouth to the palm of your hand, eliciting a soft sigh from you; he kissed his way up your arm, up your neck and to your lips once more. You melted into him as he crashed into you, long and deep, his arms wrapping around your waist, before moving up your back, to your hair. As he kissed you, his hands expertly searched for pins, casting them to the ground until your hair descended around your shoulders.
“I always liked it better this way” Benedict exhaled, combing his fingers through your long hair. You had not even considered that he would think about you.
It was like being struck by lightning, the thought of Benedict having thought of you how you had of him all these years. You leaned in to kiss him again, shamelessly and more thoroughly than before, your hands between you, undoing any button you could find, Benedict helping too. You were sure you heard the ripping of fabric, but it did not matter. He stumbled backwards towards his bed, squeezing your body to his, his fingers searching desperately for the zipper at the top of your dress. Spinning you around so that he might see, he finally drew the dress down and as the material fell around your midsection, Benedict attempted to undo the lacing on your corset.
“Do your ladies maids have something against you breathing?” Benedict exhaled exasperatedly after a few moments.
“What?” Head turned back, Benedict held knotted laces in his hands, fumbling in the fire light.
“Honestly, they may as well have stitched you in here. This must be how they are planning to protect your virtue, “Benedict laughed, “I am moments away from cutting you out of this thing” He joked.
“Bold of you to assume there is a virtue left to protect” You murmured cheekily. Benedicts eye brows rose so high, the might have joined his hair line if they had stayed up there any longer.
“Oh, that is it!” Benedict stormed across the room, picking up a small knife he had used for cutting canvas. He slid the knife with fervor along the line of eyelets on one side, the tension and pressure releasing on your upper body. There was nothing nicer than removing one’s corset at the end of the day.
Benedict flung you around to press your body back to his bare chest now, the corset material the only layer left between the two of you, your lips meeting messily over your hands clasping it to your chest. Your dress fell around your ankles, your heart beat in your throat, you struggled to breathe around it. Noticing your timorous body language, Benedict took a step back. He smiled enthusiastically, taking in what he could see of your body, while undoing his breeches. He had always been the one to take the lead when you were not sure, and apparently this was no different. You were thankful, as always.
With no words, no shame, Benedict shirked the rest of his clothing, blinking at you softly in the fire light, his body on display and his hand outstretched. You cleared your throat heartily as you looked upon him. He gave the sweetest of trusting smiles, his eyes reflecting that amber glow about the room. Finally, the courage to move the corset washed over you and you lowered it. His shoulders sunk in a way that screamed he was doing his best not to ravage you. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, and he sucked in a deep, deep breath.
“Y/n, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen” Benedict blinked lazily, committing your figure to memory. Your cheeks heated, blushing and smiling like a silly young girl. He started toward you; you took his hand and allowed him to pull you into his bed.
Embraced and locked in each other’s grasp, hands moved exploratorily over each other’s bodies, small moans escaped your lips into his mouth as he kissed you. Benedict rolled you over, his hardness pressed to your buttocks, his arm under your ribs and hand massaging your breast. Sweet, wet kisses placed in the crook of your neck and shoulder made your body shudder, his fingers expertly pulling on your nipples. Benedict splayed his hand across your abdomen, silky skin sliding down over your navel and towards the top of your thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat; it had been long since you had been touched like this by another person.
“May I?” Ben’s fingers danced gracefully over your mound, waiting for your approval.
“Please” You managed, basically begging as you felt wetness spread between your legs.
Benedicts fingers descended torturously, achingly, frustratingly slowly. Your hips almost bucked up to meet him subconsciously. One finger slipped right into your wetness, gliding exactly where you wanted to be touched; this was not his first dalliance, so you were expecting expert care. His movements were sure and gentle, with the exact amount of pressure needed. Truly expert. Your body writhed against his, his hard cock pressed against you with want. Your heart pattered at the thought of him inside you. Benedict added a second finger to his ministrations, delicately pressing your clitoris between them, giving little pulls and swipes exactly where he knew you’d like it most. You gasped and moaned, trying to finagle his cock inside of you from your position to no avail. Heaving in his grasp, Benedict held you right over the edge, pleasure suspended in passionate urgency with no end in sight.
“Benedict, please” You begged sincerely.
“What is it, y/n?” Benedict teased, slowing the rate of his fingers.
“Please, please, please” You repeated, grinding your ass against him.
“Use your words” Benedict groaned in your ear.
“Benedict, your teasing personality is tiresome, put yourself inside me now” you said sternly with a choked laugh as Ben withdrew his hands and reached down to grasp his cock, positioning it just so.
“Oh! Is this what you wanted?” Benedict held fast while your body bounced back against him, the tip of his cock hardly dipping inside you. He was being as painful as he always was, as frustrating and as wearisome, but something more than a bite sexier. His teeth grazed your neck as he pushed his hips forward, his hand now anchored and digging into your hip. Benedict slid all the way into you with agonizing precision, and then rested there, like the torturous wretch he had now set out to be. His thrusts were full and long after a moment of adjustment, your moans in harmonic rhythm when you were perfectly full. Benedict’s hand crept round again to your clitoris, his two fingers sliding masterfully over it, in vigorous cadence. Raucous groans and curses spewed from Benedict behind you, your hair a bed for his head, his teeth and lips pulling at your neck and ear as he pounded into you.
The incessant ministrations, the unexpected size of him and the intentionally wild driving force of his body held you in a place of intense rapture. Yelping his name, writhing in his grip for him to cease, the overwhelming force of your orgasm tore through your body with a fiendish electrifying explosion. Losing control of all your faculties, your eyes blurring, muscles tensing, speech and thought disintegrating pleasure pulled you under. Benedict did not relent, his hips expertly pounded, his hands at your waist, pulling your body down into him, seeking his own release.
“Y/n, I am going to come” Benedict groaned hotly.
“Inside me, Benedict, please. Please, let me have this” You begged, returning to yourself for this moment.
Benedicts vulgar thrust grew devastatingly hard as his hand wrapped into your hair and pushed you forward for more traction. “Fuck y/n” He groaned in completion, his last thrusts hard and deep, pumping his seed into you as you had asked. Grip releasing on your hair, Benedict pulled your body back against his, remaining inside of you for a moment, allowing you to relish what had happened. You both breathed heavily, moaning every now and then thinking about what you had done. You were happy and did not feel as awkward as you assumed you would.
“Ben?” You asked, checking on your friend whose face you could not see.
“Hmm?” He mumbled, sleepiness gathering over him. You parted your legs and rolled over, freeing him.
“Are we still best friends?” You asked softly. Benedict’s thumb grazed over your cheek, your eyes meeting. Leaning forward to kiss you in a wistfully romantic fashion. His eyes filled with glints of light, looked changed. His soft lips planted kisses over your eyelids and your nose.
“Can we not be more than that?” He whispered affectionately. Small laughs emanated from both of you, like school children with crushes. Your noses touched in warmhearted nearness, littered with small velvety kisses.
“I should have kissed you years ago. I should have married you when you debuted. I should have several years as your husband under my belt by now, if only I had not been so scared of ruining our friendship” Benedict chuckled to himself in disbelief, “If Gregory or Hyacinth should ever ask, I will tell them to take the chance, so that they too do not miss out on precious time”. Ben held your chin and pulled you into a deep kiss, his arms wrapping tight around you, so that you might not escape him again.
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