#elite polo

[kenobiknight]

YES he murdered people but he is a bit gay and emotionally damaged so i love him

[rafecameronsslxt]

How Come

Polo Benavent x Fem!Reader

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Warnings: Smut and hair pulling

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Does anyone even watch Elite anymore? This was really short also, should've been working on my obx fan fictions, but didn't. oops.

Honestly don't expect much from this either, but like I'm in love with this man.

His bright blue eyes laid on my vibrant hazel ones like I was the only thing in the world despite Polo always seeming to hate me, but it went both ways. I don’t think I could ever hate someone like Polo, a caring and dependable person. It wasn’t always like this; Tension and heartache lingered between each other, which made our friends uncomfortable at moments.

   At one point, this beautiful man stood beside me. Not in front of me or across while his eyes wandered over my body. The memories of that awful night start to taint this evening, full of laughs and all of us being humane to one another for once. 

   I was dancing with Marina, our bodies swaying to the beat, while Guzmán, our brother, was having drinks with Ander and Polo. Sometimes I didn’t understand how Polo or Guzmán had still been friends after Guzman decided Polo needed a good beating for hurting me. Polo had a swollen eye and approached a broken nose after going to a doctor forced by his parents. My parents had a fit, blaming the fight on me and lecturing me about how this fight could ruin our reputation when no one besides Sam had been there. 

   Marina noticed my energy shift. “A, this is our night, not his to ruin, come on. lighten up.” My sister's radiant smile could cheer anyone up, and it did. She gave me hope with her bright red hair, which was different from any other in our family, and occasionally concerned me. I nodded my head as she took my hands, spun me around and had me giggling again. It never took much to cheer me up when it came to my sister. She just knew the right buttons to push.

   After an hour of chatting and dancing with my friends, I decided to freshen up in my bathroom, away from everyone as I started feeling suffocated. 

   I adorned my face with powder and stared at myself for a minute. I wore a champagne satin silk dress with a cowl neckline, which fit perfectly and cost hundreds, yet I didn’t feel happy. As an elite teenager, drama surrounded me, couldn’t stay away. He wouldn’t stay away, either.

   “How come you always run away?” Polo’s voice rings throughout my room as if the timing couldn’t be worse. “Maybe you shouldn’t follow me. It gets creepy after a while, Polo.” My tone is cold, like his stare. Polo always had a callous gaze that scared me, but after knowing him, I stopped caring.

  He analyzes me for a moment. His eyes landed on my lips and then on me in general. 

   “What will it take? I miss you, I love you, and I’m sorry.” Polo is pleading with me yet again. “You have said sorry so many times, Polo. Just stop it.” I couldn’t look into his eyes with my hands in his. His lips delicately pressed to my hands and jawline, too close to my lips. I push him away. 

   A loud knock comes from the locked door. “Are you coming out anytime soon? Ander needs you.” Guzmán loudly says while trying to open the door. “Yes, I’ll be out in a minute.” With that answer, the other side goes quiet. 

   I look at Polo, but he quickly picks me up and lays me on the bed. His body hovers over mine. Polo kisses me. I can’t help but miss him, us. “I can’t do this.” I put my hands on his chest, stopping him. Polo sighs. His forehead presses to mine. “Just give me another chance, baby. I promise I’ll be different this time.” Polo flips us over so that I’m directly sitting on his crotch. I can feel how hard he is. A calculated move considering he knows I won’t leave, not this time. “Do anything you want to me. Fuck me until you're not sad.” His voice is raspy and a seductive whisper. 

   I start rolling my hips on his slowly. “Take your shirt off,” I order, and he obliges. I glide my hands over his stomach, missing his body that was supposed to be mine. I lean down and kiss him softly while his dick rubs against my clit, making me moan away from the kiss. 

   Right now, I didn’t want any more foreplay. I wanted only Polo. I unbuttoned his pants and threw his boxer briefs onto the hardwood floor. “Undress me.” Oh, how I've desired this moment.

   His soft hands slid down the silk straps, exposing my perky nipples. A little smirk falls onto his mouth as my dress slides off and pools to the ground.  His hands find their way, grabbing my breasts and rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I slide his dick inside me, fitting perfectly like we never broke up. 

   “You like this. Taking control, having me all to yourself.” Polo mumbles, sucking on my neck, leaving purple marks to show I’ll forever be his. I nod fucking myself onto him, and feel his hands grab my hips, helping me go quicker. Moans fall from my lips as Polo starts doing all the work, thrusting into me mercilessly. 

   I run my hands through his black hair and pull hard at the roots. A smile forms on his lips, and he starts grunting. “Oh my god, don’t stop!” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I could feel euphoria washing over me. Polo’s thrusts get sloppier, and ropes of his cum cover my velvety walls. 

   I untangle my fingers from his hair, my lips part, and breathing heavily. Just before I get off Polo, he pulls me in for a long passionate kiss. I smile into the kiss, feeling like things might turn out well this time. 

[malfoyx]

Álvaro Rico for Cosmopolitan España

[princepolito]

I miss him

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[thisgameissonintendo]

can we talk about this please

[fiascolla]

i loved this scene so much had to draw it 

[cacoetheswriting]

i hate him - polo benavent

Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smut, oral sex Word Count: 1,031 Request By: anonymous : “hey I hope your having a great day! would you be able to do a polo smut where it starts off by both hating each other, also I’m not sure if you do write for polo but if you don’t then it’s okay ! :)”

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He made your blood boil. Polo was the type of person you were either friends with or enemies, and you were definitely the latter. 

Quite frankly, you hated him. He was insufferable, irritating, and a know-it-all. He was a show-off who liked to prove he was better than everyone else, behaviour you just can't stand. 

Every time you saw him your fists clenched at your side. Every time he opened his mouth you got angrier. 

“I hate him.” It was more of a snarl than a whisper. Your gaze followed Polo through the library. Lu scoffed beside you, “We know.” She sighed. “We’re sick of hearing about it.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend and turned your attention back to your study notes. 

“I think you just need to fuck him.” Lu whispered nonchalantly. “What?!” You hissed, turning your head to look at the brunette. Lu shrugged. “Honey, a hate fuck could do you both some good.” A smile spread across her face. You shook your head, trying to get the image of you and Polo out of your head. 

“Lu, baby, not every issue can be resolved with sex.” “Suit yourself.” 

You couldn't quite shake Lu’s idea away. So much so that you even began considering it. Polo’s glares your way in the school hallways only fuelled your imagination.

A few weeks later, Lu hosted one of her infamous parties. Each room packed with rowdy drunk teenagers, screaming and dancing. You were fixing yourself up in one of the upstairs bathrooms when the door opened, it was Polo. 

“Hey.” He murmured. Unintentionally, you rolled your eyes at him. “I don’t want to talk.” “Neither do I, just being polite.” You scoffed. 

“Since when are you polite?” “Whatever Y/N. Be a bitch like always.” 

Angry, you pushed passed him for the door. But it wouldn't open. You pressed down on the handle trying to shake it, no use. “You have got to be kidding me.” 

Turning back to face Polo, you groaned. “The door won’t open. We’re stuck.” 

"Great.” “Great.”

Polo leaned against the sink. He ran his fingers through his black hair and took out his phone. “It’s dead.” Sighing, you walked over towards Polo and stood beside him also leaning against the sink. “Mine’s in Lu’s bedroom.” 

Polo started chuckling, first quietly under his breath before erupting in loud hysterical laughter. You eyed him suspiciously but the sound was contagious, you couldn't help but join in.

There was a brief moment where you let go of your hatred towards him. The laughter died down, and you locked eyes. Polo was smiling, grinning at you. You never noticed how handsome he actually was. 

Polo’s gaze travelled to your lips as he bit his own. “Ehmm..” He swallowed his breath and lifted his right hand to place the loose strands of your hair behind your ear. 

“This is the most humane we’ve acted towards each other in a while.” You teased. 

“Oh shut up.”He grabbed your waist and pulled you in closer. Before you could say something, his lips crushed yours. You caved and kissed him back. 

Lost in the moment, your lips parted. Polo’s tongue slipped inside your mouth. Your tongues danced around together, with each movement your heads tilted side to side. 

Polo moved his hand from your waist to the back of your head pulling you in even closer. You could feel his growing erection pressing tightly against your crotch. 

With his free hand, he reached for your breast. He squeezed your tit through your top, feeling your nipple grow hard against his touch. Polo smirked mid-kiss happy to find out you weren't wearing a bra.

The kiss broke as you both gasped for air. In one swift movement, Polo let his hands fall to your hips. He squeezed you gently and lifted you off the floor and up onto the sink, causing your skirt to slide up your ass. He positioned himself between your legs and smiled. 

He leaned in and started kissing your neck, slowly moving down to your shoulders. His hands in the meantime worked their way up your top, fondling your breasts. He rubbed your hard nipples with his palm causing you to let out a soft moan. 

Polo let one of his hands slide down your body, the other still playing with your breasts. He squeezed your waist before proceeding further down until he reached the hem of your skirt. 

Using his fingers, he parted your legs further. The palm of his hand slid up your thigh until it reached your panties. You couldn't hold it in any longer, “Touch me.” 

Polo smiled. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.

His fingers trailed the lace of your underwear. He could feel how wet you were through the garment, it caused his dick to twitch in his pants.

You waited for him to pull to the side and stick his fingers into you, but it didn't happen. Instead he dropped to his knees in front of you. He pulled your skirt up above your waist, and kissed up your thigh. Using his teeth, he slid your underwear down letting them fall to your ankles. 

Polo looked up at you hungrily. You met his gaze and licked your lips.

Without a warning, pressed his tongue over your outer lips trailing it slowly as if he was waiting for a reaction. Your back arched at the sudden contact. He began to lick and suck your outer lips. You closed your eyes, your fingers tangled in his jet black hair. Polo parted your inner lips with his tongue and slid it in as far as he could. 

Your breathing got much faster. Polo pushed up to your clit and began to make u-shapes around it with the pointed tip of his tongue, providing constant movement. 

“Oh fuck.” You sweared under your breath, your fingers tugging at his hair unintentionally pushing his head in further. Polo wrapped his arms around your thighs and slammed your legs shut around him. 

You bit down on your lower lip, your mind racing with dirty thoughts. Now that Polo’s tongue was trailing across your pussy you only wanted more. 

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